The Sweetener - Sex Stories

The Sweetener

... said. Patricia felt a slight tightening of the collar and moved, following Natasha, hearing one door open, then after a short walk, hearing another door open. As she heard the chatter of voices, Patricia almost lost her nerve, but suddenly she was moving forwards again, hearing Vasily’s loud voice. “Ah!” he exclaimed, causing the chatter to subside. “Here is the beautiful Natasha with the evening’s entertainment; the dirty whore who is yours to be used however you like, for as long as the effects of those little pills last.” Oh shit, Patricia thought. She should have guessed, she should have known, she should have asked. She had no idea how many men were in the room, and with potency enhancing pills, who knew when or where this would end. Had she really agreed to this? She supposed she had, in a manner of speaking. “By any means necessary.” A foreign sounding voice she didn’t recognize was making itself heard. “She had better be worth it. I’m paying a million bucks for that ass. Where I come from, I can buy 3 hours of ass for 30 dollars.” There was laughter. Patricia felt very glad she was blindfolded. The man’s words made her ashamed of herself. As a student she’d done what she had to to get by, but she’d never felt as cheap as she did now. “Oh I’m sure the whore will provide complete satisfaction,” Vasily was saying. “Whatever your desire, she will comply.” Patricia shuddered to think what that might entail. She absolutely hated Vasily with a passion. There’d been no ...

... discussion about this, no agreement. By rights she should tell them all to get stuffed. “Is that not so, whore?” Vasily said. Then he smacked her firmly on the bottom. Did he really have to do that? Not even here, in front of strange men whose number she did not know, dressed only in shoes, stockings and a collar and leash could Patricia stop her body from reacting. What was wrong with her? Why did a firm slap on the arse have to be the one thing that set her off? At the same time she was well aware that this was her chance to put a stop to this, to tell them all she was not a whore, and would not be doing this. Impatiently, Vasily said, “Go on, dirty whore. Tell the men how your fuck holes are available to them.” Then he slapped her arse again. Shamed and humiliated, Patricia took a deep breath. She should tell them all to go fuck themselves. “By any means necessary.” “Gentlemen, I am a whore. I am at your disposal. My fuck holes are at your disposal.” Strangely, saying the words caused her nerves to diminish somewhat. The deed was done, the agreement made. Now all she had to do was see the evening through. “Natasha,” Vasily said. Patricia felt the collar tighten round her neck. She moved a few steps in the direction indicated, stumbling when her legs came up against something that could only be a bed. “Get up on the bed!” Vasily ordered. “Stand on all fours like the dirty bitch you are!” Patricia complied. “Natasha!” Vasily said again. You could have heard a pin drop, Patricia ...