Note from the writer: At first, I hope you enjoy the stories so far. I will continue to write as long as I can. As I said my stories are inspired from actual events. Of course not everything happened this way exactly, but you get the point.
Furthermore, if anyone would be interested to proofread and help with any grammar mistakes I would be grateful. It takes too much time reading the text again and again.
Also, if someone sketches or draws and wants to make Marie related art I would love if he could share it with me. Maybe we can add the drawings to the story to make it illustrated.
Disclaimer: The following story contains elements of abuse, coercion and blackmail. If anyone is not interested in this I suggest you skip the story. Thank you.
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Chapter 7: Marie the gloryhole slut.
Almost a week had gone by since Marie's first introduction to the gloryhole. In the days that she didn't have a shift at the pub Marie would spend her afternoon or evening in the library. She was always staying there for 30 to 40 minutes at most in an effort not to alarm Peter. This time was enough to serve only three to four "clients". Marie had served 10 new guys this week, making her total to 13, including Peter. Peter knew that he had to bring her in the difficult position and fakely "discover" her secret. Only then he would be able to make a deal with her. He knew, though, that if he wanted Marie to continue in the gloryhole and evolve to the cumslut he wanted, the booth should become an absolute necessity for her. And there was only one way to achieve that. He should make Marie face an economic disaster.
Having installed the voice changing app in his phone he called her from an encrypted number. After several tries she picked up.
"Yes, hello?" Marie said, a little disturbed.
"Hello Marie, I have an offer for you." a distorted voice answered.
"Is this a prank? Come on, I don't have time for such bs!" Marie said angrily.
"No, this isn't a prank and if you know what's good for you, shut up and listen, you slut!" the distorted voice answered.
"Wha... what the fuck?" Marie said, seriously frustrated.
"I have in my possession a video of you getting gangbanged by some black dudes and doing all sorts of nasty stuff in there. If you want his adventure of yours to remain private I want money in exchange for that." the distorted voice said.
Marie was immobilized by fear, anger and disbelief. They were blackmailing her for money and threatening to expose her on the internet.
"Ian, is that you? You fucking piece of shit!" she said with her voice breaking.
The voice on the other side laughed.
"No you dumb slut, this is not one of the guys that fucked you. Are you that stupid, you already know them why go through the trouble of masking their voice?" the stranger asked.
"I... I don't know" Who the fuck is it then? What do you want?" Marie asked terrified.
"I already told you. If you want to keep this video from going online you have to pay! I want one thousand pounds in cash. You have one week. I don't care if you have to whore yourself out to get them, but at the end of the week you are going online if I don't have them! I will contact you again at the end of the week with details about the location where you can drop the money off." the voice said.
Marie almost fainted. One thousand pounds?! In one week? She wanted to speak, to say something to her blackmailer, but her voice couldn't come out.
"Oh, and don't even think of going to the cops or any authority for help. If you don't obey, the video goes online and a link gets sent to everyone that knows you. So think twice before you do any dumb shit like that!" the voice said.
Marie finally broke and started crying on the phone begging for mercy and pity.
"Your time is running out. I suggest you hurry." the voice strictly said and hung up the phone.
Marie fell in her bed still clenching her phone. She gasped for air while crying on her pillow. Why would someone do this to her? She was a good person, she never harmed anyone. Why did these strangers threaten to expose her and ruin her life?
After some hours of crying and explosions of anger, finally Marie was calmer. She started thinking about what solutions she might have. Going to the police and suing them would ruin her fame and relationships and maybe get her kicked out of the university, but the bastards would get what they deserve. She could maybe ask for money from family and friends, but her family was already bled economically dry from loans. Her friends could not possibly be able to gather that much money in a week. One option was to ask her boss at the Pub, but that would leave her without wages for more than a month. Jess' words came to Marie's mind, it's a tough world to live in, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do. She had the gloryhole after all, which offered her anonymity, but she would need to stay there for a couple of hours a day if she was to make enough money in a week.
Marie was determined. Tomorrow she would get the key for the library bathroom and keep it until she made a copy. She could go there between her classes and stay after the classes were over until the evening that she had to go to work at the pub. If she could have 8 to 10 guys a day, she would make one thousand pounds in one week exactly. For a moment she stood there thinking how immoral that was but she had already cheated on Mateo with 19 guys and it wouldn't make any difference.
"Wow, nineteen men!" she thought.
Marie never thought about what she had done in these last weeks. But thinking about it now made her really wet. And she was bound to triple this number in just a week. She couldn't hold back. She spent the evening masturbating on these thoughts.
Somewhere between the third and fourth orgasm Mateo called her. Marie thought it would be a good idea to give her boyfriend a taste of his slutty girlfriend. She answered the call and told Mateo she had a gift for him and that she missed him, of course this led to a nasty video call where Marie did all sorts of stuff for her long distance boyfriend. After this call Marie started to think what day to day life will be like when he'd return. Quickly, she sent away these thoughts, she had more pressing matters at hand now.
The next day, at lunch break, Marie went to the library. Peter was there putting books back in the selves. She didn't even ask for the key. After waiting for 5 minutes, she took it and went to the gloryhole. Peter of course had made all the necessary preparations. He had 10 guys booked for today.
Marie went into the booth and locked the door behind her. She has grown accustomed to this small room. The smell of sperm didn't even bother her anymore, it felt natural. She inhaled deeply and started the preparations. Marie had classes later so she removed her sweater and stayed with her 'Clash' t-shirt. She also had a bottle of water to stay hydrated while sucking cocks. A couple of minutes later she heard noise in the next room and a cock popped out. Not wanting to waste any time she spat on it and started sucking on it while greeting the man.
She thought it would be nice to say something like "Hello honey" or "Welcome, I'm ready when you are." To show to the guys that there was indeed a girl on the other side. This way the initial awkwardness and insecurity was avoided. Of course, she always said "Thank you!" or "Thanks for the cum!" or "Please cum again whenever you like!". She knew it worked because there were one or two dicks she recognised by now.
