Paying a debt – Part 2

Zeke claims his young whore completely and shares her for the first time with a stranger

Feeling dazed, I followed Zeke back from the bathroom back to the room. He had allowed me to pee and clean myself up. However, he had not allowed me to be alone, watching me as I lowered myself on the dirty toilet and emptying my screaming bladder. He handed me some toilet paper and watched how I cleaned myself. I had not looked up at him. My mind was reeling. Now that I had decided to just let it happen and try to enjoy myself in the process, my brain was in chaos. I didn’t know what to feel. Or what thoughts to believe. So I placed my hand in Zeke’s large one and watched the contrast between our skin colors. I followed him silently back to the room. It was empty, besides a bed. Or rather, it was a dirty mattress on a frame. No footboard or headboard. Just a mattress.
Zeke didn’t see the need to talk to me. He just lifted me up and placed me on the bed like I was some kind of fuck doll. My head was leaning right over the edge, seeing the world upside down. I watched how he pulled off his pants and boxers, along with his shirt.
“Open your mouth.” I immediately complied, widening my mouth as far as it could to and sticking out my tongue a little. His cock was already semi-hard when he pushed the tip in, keeping it there.
“I am going to fuck your throat. I am going to push until my balls are in your face. So you better take a deep breath, little whore, cause it is happening.” I nodded slightly, shifting a bit on the bed and braced myself, before taking a deep breath in. I barely had two seconds to prepare as he started pushing. The angle gave him a straight line from my mouth to my throat. He pushed on hard. I fought the urge to gag and balled my hands in fists, feeling him slide straight down my throat. I felt my throat stretch on his impressive girth and my eyes widened. Panic set in when I noticed he was barely halfway in. When he pulled back, I took a quick deep breath, knowing I had less than a second to get some oxygen in me before he would push back in. He pressed harder this time, his hand around my throat. He wasn’t pressing down, but rather feeling how his cock claimed my throat. He groaned this time as he pushed on. Again he pulled back, giving me my precious oxygen. I knew this would be it. His stance changed and I knew he was determined to let his whole dick disappear in my throat. So I relaxed. Every muscle in my body relaxed and I let my head fall back a little.
He pushed. Stretching my throat, blocking my air and claiming my mouth. Right until his entire baby-arm length had disappeared into my throat and his balls were pressed against my nose. And then the fucking began. I didn’t see anything but his balls pulling slightly away from my face and slapping back against me. My lungs were burning as he kept going, thrusting his cock deep inside. His other hand grabbed my bouncing breast, pinching my nipple. I couldn’t, I was feeling dizzy and I felt like I was going to pass out. Just before I could lift my hand and try to push him away, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. Thick slimy saliva coated his cock, covering my face. I wheezed and coughed, quickly sitting up to get more air in my lungs.
“You’re such a pretty little whore, choking on my cock,” he said. “You did well. Get back on your back. I’m going to fuck your throat one more time.” He didn’t pull me back as I tried to catch my breath. Instead, I surprised myself by laying down, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue again. This time, when he placed the tip on my tongue, he didn’t slide in gently. Instead, he immediately started thrusting. Harshly in and out, deeper each time. It was much more difficult like this to relax and I squeezed my eyes shut. He fucked hard until his balls were once again slapping against my nose. I ignored my burning lungs. Instead, I focused on the feeling he was giving me. I felt small. Used. A toy. To my surprise, my pussy felt wet from being treated like this. He stopped thrusting and instead grabbed my breasts with both hands, pushing his cock deep inside me. Like he wanted to push through me. Dizziness. My vision darkened. And then he was gone. My mouth was still wide open as I gasped for air like a fish on land. My face was covered in my own spit, dripping from his cock. But I had done it. Secretly I felt proud.
I barely noticed his next movements, as I was recovering from the assault on my throat. He walked around the bed, flipped me to my front and pulled on my hips, so that I was on my knees, my face pressed on the mattress. Something cold dripped on my asshole and I felt a thick finger slide in, coating my inside with something slippery. A new drop of the cold. My mind was having trouble comprehending what was happening. Not until it was too late.

The tip of his slippery, saliva covered cock pressed against my asshole. His hands found my ass and he pulled my cheeks wide, pushing hard against my teenage virgin asshole. Guided by the lube he had dripped on my hole, it wasn’t hard for the tip to force itself right in. Pain lanced through my body and I cried out. He just pushed on. A little bit out, a bit harder in. Slowly fucking. Inching his way inside my bowels. I felt incredibly violated at this, but it was like my body was paralyzed by the pain. Afraid that it would only get worse if I moved. My eyes were scrunched shut and I whimpered.
A door downstairs slammed shut. “Zeke?!”
“Upstairs!” Zeke reacted, not pulling away from me. I heard footsteps on the stairs, before I heard a chuckle.
“I knew I could find you here.” Zeke chuckled as well, but he did not stop his assault on me. Instead, it felt like he was only urged on, pressing harder inside.
“Just give me a second until I bottom out on this little snowflake.” I was sweating. I thought feeling his cock inside my pussy would split me in half, but this was way, way worse. He wasn’t able to put all of his cock inside my pussy, but here, in my ass, it would be no problem. But his length felt endless. He kept pulling back and pushing back deeper. Relax, I told myself, taking a deep, shaky breath. Relax, it would only make it easier. Focusing on my breathing, I tried to relax my muscles again. It wasn’t as easy as before, but I did it. And I knew Zeke noticed it too, because he suddenly slammed in all the way. I cried out as his lips slammed against my ass, but he was in. He groaned, his hands now shifting to my hips. He pulled back, only to slam right back in. I whimpered again, but my body started to get used to the feeling. I felt so full and my eyes were still scrunched shut. Everything hurt.

Zeke leaned forward and curled his arm around my chest, pulling me up a little, so I could place my hands under me.
“You can fuck that mouth if you want, there’s less chance of her biting your junk off now,” Zeke said to the unknown man, who had to be Ray. I still hadn’t opened my eyes as the feeling was overwhelming. I felt fingers on my mouth, pushing my jaws apart. I complied immediately, opening my mouth wide. A cock was forced between my lips and immediately I was grateful that he wasn’t nearly as big as Zeke. In fact, it was closer to my boyfriend. But the cock was disgusting. It tasted like piss, it was hairy and smelled like old sweat. A hand found my hair and he pulled my head back, so my mouth opened more to him. I was stuck between two cocks. I couldn’t move forwards, or I would choke on one. If I moved back, I would be impaled in my ass. So I stayed. I endured. Soon the two men found a relentless rhythm. Both thrusting at the same time, so both would find the right resistance to push deep inside. Tears were streaming down my face, but I was silent. The only thing that mattered right here was that I had holes they could fuck. That I would pay the debt my stepbrother had created. I knew that by the end of this, I could never look him in the eye. Not without thinking back to this moment.

An unexpected feeling drew me back from my thoughts. A tingling feeling between my legs. Fingers were rubbing my clit expertly, knowing exactly what to do and how to touch. No, please, don’t do this to me! I was unable to speak with the cock still sliding down my throat. So the hand continued. Luring me closer and closer to an orgasm. A moan escaped from my throat before I could stop it.
“That’s it, good girl,” Zeke softly said, continuing his movements. “Cum for me, little whore. Cum for Daddy.” I hated his words, but I couldn’t hold back. I moaned again, before my body started shivering, a wave of pleasure washing through me. I was disgusted by myself, by the betrayal. Fuck you, Dennis. Fuck you, Zeke. And fuck you, Ray.

It was Ray who cummed first, sending sour tasting spurts of cum straight down my throat. I didn’t want to swallow, but I had no choice when he pulled back and clamped my mouth shut. When I finally swallowed, he let go of my mouth, pushing his cock back in so that I could suck the last couple of drips from his cock.
“I need to make another run, Zeke,” Ray said as he zipped up his pants. “Some of my boys in the east need some more, things are going well.”
“Good. Hurry, will you?”
“Of course! I want to enjoy this whore again before she leaves. Mind if I send some of my boys as well?”
“Go for it. She has three holes. We still have 26 hours. Bring ‘em.”
My world crumbled. My body was no longer mine. Zeke pushed down on my spine to hollow my back before really starting to hammer inside. Not much longer he stilled, groaning loud as he filled my ass with his seed. I felt so dirty. I could still taste the cum on my tongue and now my ass was ruined. Zeke didn’t pull his cock out of my ass, but instead grabbed my waist and pulled me up against his body. My back leaned against him as he panted loud. He kissed my cheek as his hand rested on my chest.
“Please, I don’t want to do this anymore,” I whined softly. Weirdly enough, with his arms around me, I felt safe. I turned my head and buried my face in his neck.
“I know, baby girl. Daddy is going to protect you, but you have to do this, okay? Don’t be mad at me, be mad at your brother. This is his fault.” I sniffed and nodded. I stiffened when his hand moved down, back to my clit. “Sh sh, Daddy is going to make you feel good and then I’m going to give you some food. I’m going to take care of you.” I nodded again, relaxing back against him. I widened my legs a little, giving him more space to rub my clit. He wasn’t wrong. He was taking care of me, softly kissing my forehead as he listened to my little moans and whimpers. I couldn’t help but move my hips towards his fingers, bucking to his movements. The feeling of his thick cock sliding in and out my ass while grinding only added to the feeling.
“You’re so beautiful, little whore,” he whispered. I moaned deeper, before cumming hard, throwing my head back on his shoulder and pushing my ass back against him.

Slowly he pushed me forward again, so I was back on the mattress with my ass in the air. He then pulled his cock out of my ass. I felt hollow. Torn right open. My ass was burning and throbbing yet I couldn’t help but moan when he popped out. My body shook as I realized I missed him. His dick buried inside me. He had hurt me so much already, but he was the only tether to real life in here. The rest was a fairytale. A nightmare. A disgusting home and strangers who might be on their way here. I needed to trust Zeke, cause he would be my way out. He was obviously in charge here, and nothing would happen without him there.

“Stand up,” he said with a low, but stern voice. Immediately I pushed myself up and shuffled back off the bed. His hand on my elbow supported me as I tried to regain my balance. When he was sure I could stand on my own, he let go of me.
“Follow.” The next command, and I watched how he started to walk away. I followed, like a good little slut, clamping my painful asshole tightly shut. I didn’t want hs cum to drip out and make a mess of myself. So I followed him on bare feet down the stairs, careful not to step on anything. He directed me to a chair near the kitchen table and handed me a huge glass of ice cold water. Forever grateful, I drank in big gulps, soothing my sore throat. When I finished the glass, I sat down and winced as my ass protested. Zeke handed me another glass of water, as well as a sandwich. I did not care what was on it, I was starving. I almost inhaled the sandwich, and downed my second glass of water. It was then that I looked up at Zeke. He was sitting on the edge of the table, his arms crossed in front of his chest and watched me. The look on his face made me feel nervous and quickly I looked down.
“You have done extremely well so far, little whore.” I realized he didn’t know my name, which almost made me feel safer. To my surprise, I smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Daddy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Softly his hand landed on my hair, and he gently stroked my head. It made me feel smaller, yet at the same time, I felt his approval. I quickly glanced at his watch, it was now almost 11 pm. 25 hours to go. I was already so beat, that I didn’t know how I would ever survive this. Just a couple of hours ago, I was in school. Two hours later I was saying goodbye to my parents, wishing them a lovely weekend. And now, here I was. I had my throat, my pussy and even my ass fucked. I had two dudes at the same time. I was calling a random stranger Daddy and secretly loving it. I was sore and exhausted. And still I found myself attracted to him.

“You will have a hard night. That’s not a threat, but a promise. A warning. I bet you can imagine what will happen. You can cry or moan all you want, but the only thing I do not want to hear out of your mouth is the word No. You will do what you’re told and will not fight back. Am I understood?” I swallowed hard but nodded anyway.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I made you another promise earlier. I will take care of you and keep you safe, if you’re going to take care of my boys. I protect what is mine.” I stood up at his words and moved to stand between his legs. I gazed up at his face, watching his dark chocolate skin and his thick lips. He was quite a handsome guy, but you could tell he wasn’t a ‘good guy’. Danger was dripping from his pores. Yet, I also knew his promise meant something. He was a man of his word.
“Am I yours?” I asked with a small voice. His hand softly found my jaw, his thumb caressing my cheek. A small smile appeared on his lips.
“Yes, baby girl. You are mine. And I will protect you as long as you’re here.”
“Do you promise?” My voice was even smaller. I didn’t doubt his words, but I needed the extra confirmation. He could feel my insecurity.
“I promise. You are mine.” At that I placed my hands on his thighs and pushed myself up a little on my toes, pressing my lips against his.

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