Her name is Ayanna Johnson.
Chapter 8
Strung up and abused!
Ayanna Johnson is a striking 22-year-old black woman, standing at 5'7" tall with a presence that is both commanding and inviting. Her smooth, radiant skin has a deep, rich tone that catches the light, highlighting her natural beauty. Her face is beautifully symmetrical, with high cheekbones, a small straight nose, and full, soft lips. Framing her face are soft, natural curls of luscious black hair down to her shoulders.
Her eyes are large and expressive, often sparkling with a hint of curiosity and warmth, drawing people into her world. She has a bright, inviting smile that lights up her entire face, making those around her feel instantly welcomed and at ease. Ayanna has many friends and enjoys good company whenever she can although is also very comfortable on her own.
Her body is beautifully proportioned and quite athletic having done a lot of track work in college and still enjoys regular gym workouts. She has a slender waist that accentuates her gently curved hips as well as her nice firm full 34C breasts. Her round, shapely buttocks are a defining feature, adding to her alluring silhouette. Her athletic build is evident in her toned arms and legs, and she moves with a fluid elegance, her steps light and confident.
The next few days for Ayanna were relatively quiet. Each day she was given a very naughty and explicit outfit for work. Ones that would either show off her ass or her gorgeous firm 34C breasts. The little outfits would leave little to the imagination. And each morning leaving her house pervy old Mr Samson would be waiting in his front garden to see the gorgeous Ayanna as she walked past. She felt humiliated that the pervy old man got see her dressed so slutty and all she could do was nod good morning to him.
At work this week she was made to suck off two more of the company's employees while Ms. Sinclair supervised while she swallowed their spunk of course. On Friday Ayanna's outfit was a very tight short grey skirt, finishing mid-thigh, her grey stocking top were visible below the hem of the skirt. Underneath she had on a very bright red micro thong, that was basically string except for the little triangle that barely covered her little shaved pussy. She had a very tight blouse with no bra, the material was thin enough to show the shape of her full firm braless breasts and her hard nipples obvious points. She had a little jacket to match the skirt but was too small to be done up at the front so she couldn't cover her visible breasts.
That day was very quiet in the morning, Ayanna got a lot of work done, after lunch, she was told to go to see Ms. Sinclair.
Ms. Sinclair: "Good, slut. You will be serving at the Partner's house this weekend."
Ayanna: "OMG! What will I need?"
Ms. Sinclair: "You won't need anything, slut, your uniform, what there is of it, will be provided, and your holes will be there for the guests to use as they choose."
Ayanna's heart sank. Guests, using her holes! How many guests? 5? 10? 20? 50? All using her holes?
Jack the security guard came out of Mr. Carrington's office: "Follow me slut, I'm driving you this afternoon to the Manor." He placed a hand initially on the small of her back to guide the anxious young woman to the lift, but his hand quickly slid down to grab her ass and as the lift doors opened, he gave her ass a hard smack to help her step inside.
When they got to the underground carpark and walked over to the big Mercedes, Ayanna walked towards the back doors.
Jack: "Slut, you are worthless nigger whore, you don't get to sit in the back of the car. You'll ride up front with my cock in your mouth."
When they were both sat in the front of the big car, Jack told the beautiful young woman, "Get your tits out."
Ayanna, knowing not to disobey even the lowest members of the company, she took off her jacket and then undid the blouse, she was just removing the item when Jack pulled out of the garage and had to stop to wait for the traffic before he could pull out. To Ayanna's shame there was a young man who had stopped beside the car to wait and he looked straight into the car and had a full eyeful of the beautiful young woman and her incredible breasts.
Jack pressed the button and Ayanna's window slid down, Jack leaned across her and told the young man, "Have you never seen a pair of tits before, even a pair of worthless black nigger tits? Fuck off!" And then an opening in the traffic appeared and he pulled out as he wound the window back up. He then put a hand round the back of Ayanna's head and pulled her head down into his lap where his hard cock was poking out of his trousers. She, of course, dutifully took the big head of his fat cock in her mouth and started licking all-round the knobbly veins.
Jack: "Good, slut, keep that up and make sure you swallow, I don't want any on my smart suit." It was twenty minutes later, just when they were pulling onto the main artery out of London, that Jack filled her young mouth with his thick hot gooey seed. Of course, Ayanna swallowed every drop down, as she had now been taught and as jack had ordered her.
Once she was sure she had licked every drop of leaking spunk from the little eye of his fat softening cock, she sat up. Still topless, she looked across at him questioningly to see if she would be allowed to cover herself.
He looked back: "You better cover up we don't want you causing a car crash with those fat nigger tits of yours."
For the rest of the journey they say not talking, Ayanna had to tolerate the boring choice of radio station Jack had, but it meant she could sit, not hassled and dream of better times. Sitting there thinking of her life before being turned into a sex slave, of the happy times with her beautiful fiancé, she felt a few tears roll down her cheeks.
Jack: "You want to stop that, slut, you are a cheating, lying criminal and should thank your lucky stars that Mr. Carrington and Mr. Whitfield saved you from being some butch lesbian's plaything in Belmarsh and having giant cucumbers stuffed in your different sex holes. I can tell you, a pretty little thing like you in Belmarsh wouldn't have lasted five minutes."
