Poor Becca

Authors note:- This is the next chapter in the Poor Becca series. I strongly suggest you read all previous chapters before reading this, or you will not understand the plot or characters.

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There was a knock at the door. It startled me for second, until I realised who it was.

Bang! Bang!

I put my cup of coffee down on the kitchen counter and went to the door.

As I opened up and saw a Fedex man on my doorstep with a large box. I took it from him, signed his electronic pad, thanked him and closed the door. I suddenly felt excited and had butterflies in my tummy. I knew exactly what would be inside.

Once I had walked back to the kitchen, I opened up the box and looked inside. The contents were wrapped in white tissue paper and were box fresh. I'd worn it less than a week ago and it was already back with me, clean and good as knew, just as Lexa had promised. I took it out of the box and held it up to my body. The slinky white cocktail dress looked and felt as good as I remembered. Also in the box was the bra I had worn for Ethan and the thigh high boots I had seduced him with. I searched amongst the tissue paper and smiled, a sexy dirty simile to myself. There were no panties. Lexa obviously wanted me out on our date with a naked undercarriage.

'Dirty girl,

' I thought to myself

. 'Typical Lexa."

I put the dress back in the box and had a sip of coffee, feeling excited about the night ahead. Lexa had promised me dinner and a hotel for the night, after my disappointment last time we met.

Less than a week ago Lexa had prostituted me for ten thousand pounds to a man called Ethan. It had been an amazingly sexy experience, but had left me feeling a little sad and used that it was a one-time thing. He had been an amazing lover, but just got up and left in the morning, barely saying goodbye. He made it feel more like a business transaction, where as I had hoped there would have been more between us.

I cut away from my negative thoughts and got back to thinking of Lexa. I wondered what she'd be wearing. Something revealing and sophisticated I hoped. She'd probably wouldn't be wearing any knickers either, she told me she hated wearing underwear. This was to be the first time I had seen her out of work and I was thrilled it was finally going to happen.

Buzz! Buzz!

My phone vibrated in my jeans pocket. It was Lexa, she had finally given me her number. My face lit up when I read her message.

"Tonight's the night. Where the dress and boots. Oops forgot to send panties. Teehee."

"Grand Hyatt Hotel. Main Street. I'll send a driver to pick you up at 1730 North end of your street."

I replied.

"I'm already wet for you. Can't wait. ;-)"

I put my phone back on my pocket and looked at my watch. It was five past three. I had a few hours to kill, but getting ready would take me a couple of hours. I wanted everything to be just right for her. I was going to do my nails, take a shower and do my hair and makeup. I had recently been waxed with a full Hollywood, so I didn't need to shave my pussy for her. She hated hairy pussies and so did I.

The next hour or so I spent relaxing in the lounge, thinking of Lexa. I wondered if she was thinking of me. I had never seen her outside of work, where she always wore a skirt and blouse, almost like a uniform. I started to imagine her getting ready for our date. Maybe she'd wear a short cocktail dress similar to mine. She certainly had the body for one. I wondered if she'd have her case of sex toys with her, for our night of filthy sex and if she had anything new and dirty she wanted to try with me. I couldn't help but squish my thighs together feeling my wet lips rubbing together in anticipation. I resisted playing with myself although I was feeling exceptionally horny.

I finally decided to get ready at four o'clock. I did my nails first and then showered. I was drying myself when my phone beeped on the dresser.

Bing! Bing!

I picked it up and gasped as I saw the screen. It was a photo message from Lexa. She had taken a picture of her boobs and texted it to me. The picture was taken at an angle, with her holding her phone at arm's length, selfie style. They looked magnificent as always. Large, round and firm with her pink nipples pointing at the ceiling. I couldn't wait to feel them against my body.

"You're so dirty," I texted back.

She replied immediately with another photo. This time it was of her ass. She was sticking it out and posing for her ass selfie. It was beautiful and pert, taken at a low angle where I couldn't quite see her pussy poking out, but not far off.

"Tease," I texted back.

The next photo she sent was of her face. She was giving me a coy look which said

'What? Me? A tease? Never?.'

She looked all sweet and innocent.

I dropped my towel and stood naked in my bedroom. I bent over in front of my full length mirror and pushed my ample pussy lips between my thighs and took a photo in the mirror.

I hit send.

A few seconds later she text back.

"Filthy slut! See you at six."

I text back, "Where's my pussy pic?"

"Don't be so dirty. I'm not that sort of woman ;-)."

I text back "Yeah right. See you at six sexy."

I giggled at her playfulness. She seemed more fun out of work and seemed as excited as I was.

I dried myself and did my hair and makeup. The package with my dress in was left in the kitchen. I walked naked across my apartment to collect it. I dropped it on the bed and took out the flimsy balcony bra. It was beautiful and pretty and made from expensive fabric. I put it on and admired my body in the mirror. My erect nipples were poking out of the see through material. Next I took out the dress and slipped it on. It still fitted as though it was made for me. It showed every curve and was tight in all the right places. I had no panties to wear and it felt wonderful to have the air around my nether regions while wearing such a classy outfit. I put on the thigh high white leather boots to complete the look.

"You're going to get it tonight Becca," I said out loud, smiling to myself and modelling my sexy outfit in the mirror.

Having a naked pussy and wearing a bra felt alien to me, so I whipped my bra off and decided to go out with no underwear on at all. I pushed my boobs together and pouted at my reflection, smiling at how sexy and horny I looked.

I took a full length photo of myself and then another one of my pussy, up my dress.

I sent both pics to Lexa with a message saying:-

"This is all yours for the evening. Do what you want to me."

I walked back to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine while I waited for her reply. It was quarter past five, so I'd be seeing her very soon.

Bing! Bing!

I picked up my phone and looked at the pictures she had sent me.

The first was of her looking utterly stunning in an asymmetric black dress. It had one shoulder strap and a slit up the leg. It was short, but not too short. I nearly creamed myself there and then, she looked so hot. She was pouting and blowing me a kiss in the mirror. The butterflies in my tummy were doing somersaults and my heart raced at the thought of our evening together.

The second picture had been taken up her dress, like I had done for her. There was a black tunnel of fabric from the dress and then her glistening vulva taking centre stage. She was completely hairless as usual, her legs parted slightly to frame the shot. She was wet for sure, I could see a liquid line between her protruding labia. I could almost smell her sweet nectar coming from the phone screen. I felt my own pussy get wetter at the thought of her scent.

Her message read:-

"This is your dessert for tonight, you naughty minx."

I sat back on the chair and lifted my dress up. My fingers found my erect bud straight away and I went to work on myself looking at her sexy photos. I couldn't help but gasp as I pleasured my naked pussy thinking of the naughty things she was going to do to me. I parted my wet lips and slid a finger inside my tight hole. I felt warm and slippery teasing my cunt and rubbing my clit. I continued until I was about to climax and then stopped. I was desperate to cum, but wanted to save myself for her. I rubbed my fingers around my leaking hole and wiped my delicious juices on my neck and cleavage. Lexa had shown me how to do this, to spread my pheromones on my pulse points to drive my lover wild. It worked last time and couldn't wait to see her reaction. I walked to the bathroom and wiped my pussy on a towel. I wiped just enough so I wasn't leaking, but left myself feeling moist for our date.

Time was getting on so I put my coat on and took one last look in the mirror. My new leather jacket was white with faux fur trim on the hood and cuffs. I had bought it with some of the ten thousand pounds from my prostitution money and loved how it looked on me. I put my phone, purse and keys in matching bag and left my apartment.

The first thing I noticed was the cold wind between my legs. It felt liberating and naughty to be out with such a short skirt on and no panties. I was glad it was tight fitting and that the wind wouldn't blow it up for the world to see my modesty. My braless boobs bounced as I walked with hast to the pick up point.

I got there at five twenty five and waited in the cold. It was dark already and I saw lights coming up the hill towards me. It was a black people carrier with three people inside. As it drew up to the kerb the side door slid open and I stepped inside just as I had done all those times in the past.

The door slid shut and as we drove off I immediately knew I had made a terrible mistake.

I didn't recognise any of the men in the car. They were not wearing black suits like Lexa's men always wore. I was sat next to a guy in jeans and another was in the seat behind me. The guy next to me pinned my arms to my sides and the guy behind me pushed his hand past the seat and round over my mouth. He had a cloth in his had which smelt of chemicals and as I struggled to scream and fight I passed out very quickly.

Everything went black.

The first thing I noticed was the smell of damp and decay. I felt groggy from the drugging, but it wasn't the first time I'd felt like that. My first thought was that this was one of Lexa's sick games, but the more I thought about it the less that made sense. I was naked on a damp, dirty mattress on the floor of what looked like a broom cupboard. The place was falling apart with paint peeling off the walls and rotting skirting boards.

I sat up to take in the room and felt wet between my legs. I felt a lot wetter than I should, even for me. I put my hand between my legs and felt my pussy. It was puffy and slimy and my heart sank as I realised what it was. I had cum dripping out of me. Someone had cum inside me while I had been unconscious. I felt sick to my stomach. I pushed my fingers inside myself and scooped out what I could, flicking it onto the wall and wiping my fingers on the mattress. There was a lot of it and I had the horrible feeling that maybe more than one guy had used my naked body. There was a puddle of cum on the mattress where I had been lying. I stood up and examined myself. I looked and felt alright apart from the obvious. I had a sore throat and my nipples were hard, but it wasn't exactly warm in there. My ass felt fine so I guessed it was just my pussy they had violated.

I tried the door, but it was locked. There were no windows and just a bulb on a wire giving an eeriy light. I wasn't panicking, but I knew I was in trouble and I kicked myself for getting into the vehicle without checking first. If it wasn't Lexa, then who were these people.

I banged on the door as hard as I could and shouted for help.

No-one came to my rescue. Maybe they had fucked me and then left again. I looked for a way out. There was nothing in the room except for the mattress and the door was pretty solid. I was stuck there until someone let me out.

I sat on the mattress thinking about Lexa. I had no idea what time it was and whether she'd be looking for me. She must have been worried sick or thought that I had stood her up. After about half an hour I heard footsteps and voices outside.

"Let me out," I shouted as loud as I could.

The door was unlocked and three men entered the room. It was the men from the people carrier.

They were all dressed in jeans and sweatshirts. They were clean shaven, but looked scruffy somehow.

"Wakey, Wakey sleeping beauty," the lead guy said.

"Who are you? What have you done to me?" I hissed.

"Calm down princess," he laughed, "No harm done here."

"No harm!," I shouted in his face. "One of you has fucked me without consent. Do you know what that means?"

"It means you didn't say no and didn't complain like a whiney bitch, " he laughed, looking at this mates for approval.

They laughed along with him.

"You fucking raped me, you mother fucker."

"Like I said, you never said no."

"Fuck you. Let me out of here."

"Ahhhh no can do I'm afraid sweetheart. We're not done with you yet Becca."

"How do you know my name?"

"We've seen your films on the internet. Quite a little cock lover aren't you."

"You've got the wrong person, now let me go."

"I don't think we have. Come with me," he gestured to his two mates to pick me up.

I resisted and tried to stay put. I didn't know where they were taking me and didn't want to go willingly.

They dragged me up by my arms and carried me out into to a large concrete room. It looked like an abandoned factory or hospital. It was in a poor state like the broom cupboard. There was a wall of windows one side of the room, they were old with metal painted frames and were so dirty that you couldn't see through them. Across the other side there was a large double door also made of heavy duty metal. It was the only way in or out.

In the middle of the room were four mattresses laid on the floor, to form a larger matress. They were dirty and used like the one I'd been sleeping on. They filled me with dread. Next to them was a make shift table with a laptop and some camera equipment. There were a few chairs dotted around and none of them matched.

They carried me over to the table and sat me on a chair in front of the laptop.

"This isn't you then?" he said, switching on a paused video on the screen.

I watched myself being fucked in the ass on a turntable and turned my head away in shame.

"You sick fucks. That's not me," I lied.

It was me. It had been filmed by Lexa and posted on the dark web for paying clients.

"Lying bitch."

"Its not me, now let me go. You've had your fun. I won't tell anyone, I swear. I need to be somewhere right now and I'm late. Just let me go."

"I think Lexa will have fucked off by now. Your date isn't going to happen."

"How do you know all this? Who the fuck are you?" I snapped.

"Sorry princess. How rude of me," he mocked. "Where are my manners? Let me introduce myself. I'm Victor and I'll be your host for the evening."

"Great," I said sarcastically. "Now give me my clothes and let me go."

"You were much more fun when you were passed out," he said, nudging his mate.

"Go fuck yourself you rapist."

"Well you're a little charmer aren't you princess. I didn't hear you complaining earlier."

"What did you do to me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he laughed, nudging his mate again. "Here you go, you can see it for yourself."

He closed the video on the laptop and opened another one. The camera was hand held and shaky, but I knew it was filmed in this room. I saw the four mattresses on the floor and the camera finally panned up to my naked body sprawled out on them. Victor came into shot and smiled at the camera. He knelt down next to me and kissed me on the lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth.

"You sick fucker. Get off on unresponsive girls do you?" I said, turning to face him.

He smiled and nodded back to the laptop.

I watched the screen again. He kissed me some more and gently stroked my naked breasts sighing with pleasure to himself. I felt sick. He bent his head down and started kissing my neck and smelling my hair. Taking in deep breaths around my neck line. I thought of my pheromones I'd smeared on myself for Lexa. He must have been able to smell me.

"You smell gorgeous," he gasped, looking back at the camera and sneering.

He kissed lower down across my collar bone and down to my boobs. He planted more soft kisses on my lady mounds kissing each one it turn.

"You like that don't you," he whispered to my sleeping face.

He sucked my left nipple into his mouth and feasted on me while caressing and squeezing my other boob. He pulled off me and looked down at me as he undid his jeans. He wasn't wearing any boxer shorts and his cock sprang out as he rubbed himself looking at my face.

"Patience Becca," he giggled, "I'll get to your pussy soon enough."

He was having an imaginary conversation with my lifeless body. It was sickening to watch, but also intriguing. I knew he'd fucked me, so the end result wasn't going to be a surprise. I was now beginning to be fascinated with his perverted performance.

"You sad little fucker." I said to him. "What's wrong can't you get with a real live women? You have to drug young girls and fuck them while they sleep?"

"I get plenty," he replied. "Keep watching."

He wanked his cock moving up towards my face. He was quite thick, but very short. The camera angle wasn't great. He pulled his foreskin back and wiped his purple helmet across my cheeks and lips.

"Mmmmm dirty bitch," he murmured. "Ready to suck me?"

My mouth was hanging slightly open in my corpse like pose as he slid the tip of his cock into my mouth.

"You are beyond sick," I said aghast. "Pathetic little man can't get sex any other way."

He said nothing just gestured at the laptop again, sneering at me.

"Ooooh take it deeper," he gasped, pushing his shaft further into my mouth.

His left hand reached down and stroked my tits as he started to fuck my face, holding his cock by the base. He was rock hard and the camera moved and zoomed in to get a better view of the action. My lips yielded and drooled as my body reacted to his cock pushing into it. He thrust in and out with his hips, moaning at the feeling. His cock and balls were quite hairy, not what I was used to with Lexa's boys.

"You love that cock in your mouth don't you Becca," he giggled, quickening his pace.

"Yes. I'll cum in your mouth if that's what you want."

He was imagining me responding to him. He would pull out of my mouth now and then and wipe his slimy cock all over my face, or dip his hairy balls into my mouth before sliding his dick back into me.

"Enjoy it did you?" I asked, trying to belittle him.

"Loved it," he said. "You were great. Keep watching."

He rubbed his cock over my tits and slid it between them, mounting me for a titty fuck. He spat all over his cock and pushed my C cups together as he fucked them rhythmically.

"What's that Becca?" he asked, cupping his ear as though I had said something. "I've made you all wet? Well we better have a look at that then, hadn't we."

He climbed off me, his jeans still hanging off his hips. He gripped my left leg and pulled it apart from my right, spreading them open. The camera moved down to my genitals and I was amazed to see I was actually very wet. I had a trickle of love juice dribbling down to my asshole. Victor saw my surprise.

"Seems like you enjoyed it too princess." He looked between my legs on the chair and licked his lips.

"Fuck you!" I said, " I've seen enough, now let me go."

"We're just getting to the good bit. Shut up and watch."