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MarlaThe dark haired woman strode into the room — confident, a confidence bordering on arrogance. Her hair shone beneath the glare of the spotlights, hair so unfeasibly black it had the blue sheen of a crow’s feathers, hair so straight it looked ironed. The woman paused and time stretched for the Watcher, hidden from view, safe behind the wall in the voyeurs’ cocoon. This was the sublime moment; the instant that the Watcher craved, this was the moment, the sum of effort, and the pinnacle of achievement. It was the instant of delight or disappointment. The Watcher had experienced the crush of frustrated plans in the past; there had been several failed efforts in times gone by.The magnificent woman in the viewing room, believing that she was alone, behaved without affectation or self-consciousness, and, with a shrug of her shoulders, let the full-length leather coat drop to the floor. Luscious, thought the Watcher, she’s luscious.’ Marla, unaware of being observed, posed, hands on hips, in accordance with prior instructions. She prepared herself for her lover. She stood and thrust the smooth mound of her mons outwards, her face a mask of disdain — aggressive, challenging.She cupped her breasts in her hands and teased the nipples into stiff points. The saucer sized, dark areola puckered as both teats thickened and grew. “Lovely big, heavy tits,” the Watcher murmured, excited by the tanned body. The golden skin in contrast with bikini outline of pale flesh that patterned the woman’s breasts heightened the Watcher’s arousal.A man entered the room; he was Armando, the organizer, naked, the trunk of his erection jutting upward in an angry curve, a scimitar of tumescent flesh. The thing was so stiff it barely swung as he slowly walked toward Marla. Then, again following earlier instructions, Marla turned slowly. As she moved she inspected the room while idly manipulating her nipples to elongated arousal. Spartan in terms of furniture the room contained a bed, a hanging chair suspended by ringbolt and chain, and a leather chair. There was a wide mirror set into the wall opposite the bed, a mirror almost as deep as it was wide — a mirror that afforded the Watcher a view over the entire room. Marla’s slow pirouette allowed the Watcher time to fully appreciate every sweep and curve of her superb physique. Tall anyway, Marla’s height was exaggerated by the tight fitting, thigh high boots, boots of a deep scarlet color adorned with spiked heels. The same heels clicked on the marble tiles as Marla continued her revolution — a noise the Watcher found arousing. Sluts in high heels,’ an internal monologue continued. The Watcher surveyed Marla from the tip of her silvered heel to the shimmering crown and whispered, “My oh my, what a delightful bitch. What a truly magnificent example.” Marla sank into the high backed leather chair, she hooked her legs over the arms and her thighs spread wide. Having no idea she was being observed from beyond the mirror, that her intimate place was exposed to the Watcher’s stare, Marla slid a finger between the folds of her labia and took several lazy sweeps at her sex. Her own touch caused a gasp to burst from her mouth as the pleasure pulsed between her legs.Armando slid his fist along the length of his cock several times before bending to kiss Marla on the mouth. The pair kissed gently at first, with the kiss growing more urgent as lust flickered and flared. Armando grabbed Marla’s wrist, preventing the woman from stroking herself.Marla moaned into the man’s open mouth as the trickle of her excitement dribbled through the cleft of her buttocks. “I want to touch myself,” she groaned. “I’m so hot down there, so itchy, I need to rub myself.”“Yes, allow her,” the voice came through the earpiece lodged in Armando’s ear. “I want the slut to rub her cunt.”“Do it then,” the man intoned, “touch yourself, show me.”“Oh fuck,” Marla groaned, as her fingers mushing around and around. “This is so nasty… Oh fuck, it’s so naughty.” Her expression altered into a grimace of absolute pleasure. Her eyes were tightly closed; the cords on her neck were taut lines of sinew as the woman uttered obscenities through gritted teeth.The man stepped back, watching as Marla frigged her sex with frustrated urgency. He took several occasional tugs at his thick member, encouraging the thing to remain erect and upright — goading it into anger.“I want her to suck you,” the voice through the earpiece ordered. The woman opened her eyes at Armando’s touch on her shoulder. For a moment her expression was confused, her mouth hung slack and her eyes were glazed.“Suck me,” he commanded and offered himself, lividly erect.Marla growled and bent to accept the proffered penis. Her painted lips stretched around the girth as she took a goodly portion of meat into her mouth. After a few moments of noisy sucking she let the thing spring from her lips and then immediately took it in hand and slobbered her tongue around the purple domed cock head.“Big and thick,” she hissed, “and so hard too…” She took several long licks up and down the shaft, “And those hanging balls,” she looked up at the man and grinned, “are they full of come? Are you going to show me a fountain of spunk later? …After you’ve fucked me?”Armando remained silent, but merely looked down at the woman as she redoubled her efforts at sucking and slurping over his cock.The voice in his ear ordered, “Paint her face with your glue. Smear the bitch with it.”Armando pushed his fingers into the woman’s thick hair and gripped tightly, causing her to gasp with pain. As she stared up at him Armando grinned and smeared the gooey, purple, head of his cock over Marla’s cheeks and chin.“Oh god,” Marla sighed, “that’s so dirty. Use me, use me like a whore.”Despite his calm, professional demeanor Armando felt his arousal burning ever brighter as the enthusiastic exhortations burst from the woman’s mouth. Her bright lipstick was now a smudged mess, her face was smeared with traces of goo, and her ruined appearance only served to further arouse the man rather than detract from her sexual allure.The Watcher observed the scene and relished the sight of Marla being abused by her stiff cocked attendant. The sounds delighted the Watcher. Superb. What a body. So sexy… So curvaceous… Those big tits… “Open her legs, spread her legs so I can see her.”Armando obeyed and held Marla’s booted legs apart. The Watcher savored the moment. Marla’s vulva appeared hot and swollen, her labia pouted and a steady trickle of syrup slid from the obviously clenching opening. The bitch is clamoring for it. Oh that pussy… So wet, so hot and wet. “Suck her clit. Slurp at her cunt. Make her wail!”Armando bent to the task and Marla grunted at the first slow stroke of his tongue across her clitoris. She arched back against the chair and jerked into Armando’s face, urging him to lick at her opening, to taste the honey that dribbled from her.“Suck my pussy you glorious bastard,” she urged. Please, please get me off. I need to come… The excitement, the build up… Oh god…” Armando lapped at her sex, taking slow, lascivious licks from the tight nub of the clitoris, splitting the sticky labia before swirling around the pee hole for an extended moment, causing Marla to squeal and shriek with delight. He moved lower, praising the firm flesh of her buttocks apart before probing into the stain of her anus, an action that elicited further shouts. “Suck my kitty… Lick my ass! Oh… Oh fuck…”Armando then concentrated his oral efforts against Marla’s clitoris, while at the same time launching a double-pronged assault on her pussy and anus. He slid his index finger into her slippery cunt and simultaneously pushed his middle finger against her reluctant asshole. The woman grunted loudly when she felt both digits entering her body. Her mind, unable to cope with the sensations rolling through her, babbled incoherent nonsense.“Fuck…I… No… Oh my god… I… I need…” Her voice tapered off into a long, drawn out moan. Her head thrashed from side to side as she mauled at her breasts. Her hips convulsed and her thighs trembled as her climax flashed, a white-hot starburst between her thighs, with the concentric circles of ecstasy rippling outwards from that core.Marla fell suddenly limp, her immaculate hair now mussed, the gaudy lipstick ruined, and her face streaked with drying pre-cum — Marla was a bedraggled shadow of her former self. Her earlier magnificence had been thoroughly debauched, but this was only the beginning of the night for Marla, the Watcher had plans for her.“Make her stand.” Armando roughly hauled Marla to her feet. “Show me her kitty; I want to see how hot she is.”The man forced Marla to bend forwards at the waist. “Show me your pussy,” he growled, “expose yourself.”Marla pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart and revealed the dark rosebud of her anus. Her labia, puffy with desire, peeled apart with sticky reluctance at the pressure from her fingertips. Her opening gaped, slick and obscene, and gave the Watcher a clear view of her scarlet arousal.Then, to Marla’s stomach slide of apprehension and delight, the door opened and two more naked men entered the room.*** It had all begun one balmy summer’s day — the kind of day that Marla favored. She sat on the terrace and watched the world go by. She observed the tourists and the native Londoners alike as she basked in the warm sunshine by the Thames. She sipped at the frosted glass and enjoyed the sublime moment of carefree existence.Then she felt the tingle and sudden flush that presaged male attention — someone was looking. Marla took a surreptitious sweep of the pub patio. There was nothing immediately apparent, but Marla knew that she was being watched. Her sixth sense was highly developed, honed over the years, well used, and trusted. Men had ogled Marla since her figure had blossomed into voluptuous ripeness over the course of a single winter. Autumn had bid farewell — in a celebration of ocher and bronze — to a gangly girl, while spring had shone a beatific smile upon a lush beauty — all traces of pubescent awkwardness gone.Marla vaguely understood the affect she had on men. She knew there was something about her, something about the way she was built, the way she moved, and the way she looked…She recognized the yearning Escort in their expressions, realizing early on that in her presence men were driven by the same mindless instinct that a dog displays when it scents a bitch in season. She had witnessed scenes of foolhardy endeavor by normally levelheaded professional types. She had endured several unpleasant close calls from the rougher element — so she had learned to trust that sensation, that instinct, when it came upon her.Another scan of the vicinity and Marla spotted a likely candidate. He was leaning against the railings, apparently looking across the river. Perhaps he was studying the dome of St Paul’s; perhaps he was watching the river? No matter, Marla felt the notion that it was he who was observing her, despite his apparent indifference. Late forties, athletic, short hair, sunglasses. It had to be him.Not bad. Marla mused. Even though she was the object of so much unwanted male attention, she was still human, she was a female a****l in her prime, and of course she possessed the same needs and desires as any woman. She sipped her drink with practiced nonchalance, all the while keeping the man on the periphery.Marla finished her drink, stood up, and deliberately made a show of smoothing her denim skirt over her hips. She lifted her foot onto the wooden bench and pretended to fiddle with the ankle strap of her shoe. She wanted to give the man a good, long look at her body and at her smooth, tanned leg. It wasn’t often that Marla flaunted herself, but there was something about the man that made her bold — she wanted him to see. Marla stepped down onto Jubilee Walk, turned left and walked off towards Southwark and the Millennium Bridge. As she moved, Marla gave an unnecessary and exaggerated roll of her hips — if the man was watching she wanted him to admire, she wanted to show a view of London to remember.Marla paused for a few moments outside the Tate Modern Gallery. She made a charade of deliberating whether or not to go inside, but secretly scanned the path along which she’d come. She felt a slither of disappointment when the man was nowhere in sight. He looked interesting. How long has it been since..? Marla was surprised to realize just how long an interval had passed since she’d last enjoyed a man. “Months, it’s been months.” She shook her head, “I’m too fussy for my own good — too fussy and too suspicious.” Marla saw him again on the tube. She looked up and felt the jolt of recognition when she saw him step into the carriage. He arrived in the moment before the rubber edged doors slid closed, stepping with nimble grace into the narrowing gap. Once again he appeared completely oblivious to Marla’s existence, but she felt the tickle of her sixth sense as it kicked in again.During the journey, as the train rattled, hummed, and swayed through the labyrinthine tunnels below London, Marla surreptitiously observed the man for any hint of interest in her. Finally, at Kings Cross, just as Marla stood up, he smiled at her. “Hello,” he said and stepped off the train alongside Marla.The suddenly direct approach caught Marla off guard. “What the…” Marla blurted. The man smiled again. Marla felt the blush sweep up her neck and burn her cheeks, normally so confident, so assured, Marla had been wrong footed — an uncommon occurrence — but the man’s physical proximity and the fact he wore sunglasses even on this subterranean level unnerved her. It wasn’t that she was intimidated; she didn’t feel any sense of malice at all, the man made her uncomfortable in a way she couldn’t define. He was physically attractive and he smelled divine — Marla was fastidious about hygiene. She felt her body responding.“I’m sorry,” the man apologized. “How crass of me, I didn’t intend to cause you any anxiety.” And then, before Marla could recover he added, “but I have an offer for you.”***Prostitution, Marla analyzed her feelings as she deliberated Armando’s offer. Plain and simple — whoring — no matter how he dressed it up.“An arrangement,” he’d called it, scribbling in a notebook and turning the page so Marla could read the number.Marla was appalled at the figure he’d noted. “That’s an obscene amount of money for an obscene suggestion,” she’d said quietly. Marla felt as though she had slipped into a dream, surreal, bizarre. All around her — in the busy coffee shop, outside in the world beyond the glass — people were engaged with the everyday nonsense of real life, yet here, sat in front on her as calm as you like, he was suggesting she sell herself — sell her body, allow herself to be… to be…Used… used and abused. Even as those words slithered across her mind Marla experienced the first tiny pulse of excitement. The thought of behaving in such a wanton and depraved manner… Beyond the bounds of convention…“No,” Marla said emphatically and suppressed the nascent arousal. “What you’re suggesting… It isn’t decent. It’s very wrong.”Armando shrugged, “As you wish.” He’d noticed the flicker in Marla’s eyes. He’d seen her pupils dilate, and he recognized the signs. He knew the wisest course was not to press the woman, to allow her time to think. The wickedness of his suggestion would slither and slink around in her head, polluting her thoughts and corroding her morality, he was almost certain of it. “A number–” he scribbled again on a page in his notebook. This time he ripped the page and placed it on the table in front of Marla. “For if you should change your decision.”Marla remained at the table after the man had paid the bill and left. The white page, roughly serrated where it had been torn from the notebook, lay on the table in front of her, taunting her.Go on, a dark voice snickered. Take it, put it in your pocket. Marla’s hand hovered over the page, then retreated. “No,” she whispered and shook her head. “Don’t… It’s filthy, it’s obscene… How dare he…” Marla was adamant. Nevertheless, when she left the café, the scrap of paper was folded neatly and secure in her wallet. *** The voice slipped into Marla’s head like melted dark chocolate– Go on, you know you’re itching to call, it’s just too tempting to pass over. The money — so much money, and for something that deep down you know you want to do. You can be a whore for the evening. They lust after you anyway. Let them have you, but make them pay.“It’s me.”“Who’s ‘me’?” He knew exactly who the caller was.“Marla, from the other day, the coffee, the offer — remember?”“Of course I remember.” His voice was ice. “What do you want?”Again Marla found herself off guard, wrong-footed. Damn him. “I wondered…” She hesitated. “I wondered if the… Offer… If the offer was still open.”“Of course it is.” He then gave Marla a series of instructions. He outlined his requirements and gave an address and time. “Give me an address, email, postal, whatever, there will be a letter,” he continued, “read it, digest the contents, and then destroy or delete it, whichever.”Two days later Marla found herself surrounded by three naked men, men with hard cocks. She knew what to do. The letter had been very succinct. *** The men moved quickly, one took hold of Marla’s wrists and held them tight, while the other forced her head low. Armando positioned himself behind Marla and bumped the dome of his cock head against her vulva. He pushed and felt a slight resistance before his cock pushed into Marla’s body. Marla hissed when she felt Armando drive into her, and then she was forced to open her mouth and accept the second man.With the third man holding her wrists, Marla was forced into an awkward position to suck the thick cock that was cruelly fucking into her mouth. She was in a whir of sensation, with Armando bucking into her in a hard, steady rhythm, and with her mouth stuffed unceremoniously with man-meat.Armando pulled out of Marla and immediately knelt behind her. He forced her buttocks apart again and slid his tongue as deep into the dark flourish of her anus. He then slurped and sucked at Marla’s pussy that was now leaking juice and making her labia slick.“Oh god,” Marla groaned when she was momentarily free of the cock in her mouth. “Stick it back in me. Fuck me. Hold my hips and bang me hard. I…”Her urging was cut short by the insistent thrust of the third man’s cock between Marla’s lips, the remainder of her sentence reduced to unintelligible garbling as she moaned and grunted through the thick mouthful.And so the scene progressed for several minutes. Armando fucked into Marla, his taut stomach slapping against the flesh of her buttocks. The other two men took turns in holding Marla by the wrists and alternately forcing her to suck their cocks. The sounds that reached the Watcher’s ears through the sensitive microphones installed in the room were muffled grunts and groans of pleasure from Marla, the sound of slapping skin as Armando continued to thrust into her, and the slick, wet squelch of Marla’s sex as she grew ever wetter.“In the hanging chair, put her in the hanging chair and pull a train on the bitch.”Armando obeyed the voice and pulled Marla roughly across the room. He forced her back into the hanging chair and lifted one of her legs. “Take the other leg, Peter,” he instructed, and one of the men moved quickly into position. “Fuck her, Anton,” Armando indicated Marla’s gaping cunt. “Stick it to her, then its Peter’s turn.”And so it went — first Anton, then Peter, and then Armando — with each man pushing his cock into Marla as she sat helpless in the hanging chair. “Oh my god,” Marla squealed repeatedly now that her mouth was vacant. “Three of you… Three of you fucking me! I’m a whore, I’m a slut… It’s so bad, but I love it. Fuck me you bastards, fuck me and make me come.”“All the bitch’s holes,” instructed the Watcher. “Take her to the bed and all three of you have her at once.”“You want to be fucked, eh?” hissed Armando as he squeezed Marla’s face. Her eyes stared back at him, wide with a mixed expression of apprehension and anticipation. “We’re going to fuck you in every hole, the three of us together.”Peter lay on his back on the bed while Armando supported Marla as, after her heels had clicked across the floor, she squatted over the supine Peter. She let out a low groan when she felt Peter’s girth force beyond the resistance of her sphincter. His fingers dug into her hips when Escort Bayan he felt the slight pop as Marla’s body opened to the relentless pressure.“Fuck, you’re a tight one,” he grunted.“In my ass… One in my ass…” Marla sounded amazed. “And you in front, Armando? Are you boys going to split me in two with those big cocks?”“Yes, slut,” Armando whispered as he settled between Marla’s wide-spread thighs. He knelt astride Peter’s legs and rubbed his cock along the gooey crease of Marla’s sex. “You’re nearly pissing with come,” Armando murmured, “look at the goo. How turned on are you? You love it. I knew you’d be the perfect choice when I saw you. I knew you’d make an exquisite whore.”“Fuck me you bastards,” Marla squealed when the sensation of being filled with two cocks together roared through her senses. “In my ass and in my cunt… Yes!”Marla’s legs swung wildly as the two men inside her body began a rhythmic, synchronized thrusting. Her head lolled limp, her mouth slack, and her eyes rolling wildly. The invader in her rectum stung, while Armando’s cock sent ripples of pleasure to counteract and compliment the burn in her anus.Anton moved to Marla’s head and grabbed a fistful of hair. He pushed his cock into her mouth and thrust with savage strokes. Marla dumbly accepted the thing that stretched her lips, gagging once or twice when Anton pushed deep.Anton squeezed and mauled Marla’s breasts as the heavy globes swung wildly with the jerking and thrusting as the men fucked.“I’m going to come,” Armando gasped suddenly. “I’m going to squirt it into you.” Armando grunted hugely and pushed his cock deep into Marla. He gave several more grunts synchronized with the jets of his seed. “I can feel you spitting inside me!” Marla squealed as Anton’s cock slipped from her mouth. “Fill me with the hot stuff. Do it inside me. Oh fuck…”Armando slid out of Marla’s body, a dribble of his semen followed. He moved around the bed to Marla’s face and ordered her to suck his cock clean. “You come on her tits,” he instructed Anton, who then jerked his cock in his fist and aimed the eye at Marla’s breasts.While Marla slurped at the cocktail of her and Armando’s goo that coated the man’s cock, Peter also moved to her opposite side and wanked furiously. When Anton let out a cry of delight and splashed Marla’s tits with burst after burst of thick semen Peter also came, only aiming his sperm at Marla’s face.Marla’s fingers swirled around her sodden pussy as she frantically sought another climax. She eventually let out a groan and her body went rigid when the splashes of semen spattered onto her breasts and face.In the voyeur room the Watcher pushed the vibrator into her own squelching opening. The thought of Marla being oblivious to her watching aroused her immensely. The fact that the two men, Peter and Anton were equally ignorant heightened the Watcher’s lust.“Thank you, Armando,” the Watcher whispered into the microphone. “That was such a filthy display. Bring her to the mirror; I want to see how you’ve all used her.”“Go to the mirror, slut.” The Watcher heard Armando’s order as she continued to thrust the humming faux cock into her body. She fingered at the slippery, pink of her clitoris and savored the image of Marla examining the bedraggled state of her spattered face and breasts in the mirror.“God she’s a ruin,” the Watcher sighed. “Covered in spunk… What a slut… I wish it were me that had been spattered in their slime…” Of course it was the act of voyeurism that truly excited the Watcher. The fact that people were ignorant to her presence as she spied on their deeply intimate moments aroused her beyond comparison. “Fuck… You filthy whore,” the Watcher groaned when Marla rubbed the dual load of semen into the skin of her face and chest.“Please, please let me suck your cocks clean,” the Watcher heard Marla say. “I beg you, let me suck you while I finger myself.”“Allow it,” The Watcher hissed. And at a nod from Armando, Marla slurped loudly over each of the cocks in turn. She smacked her lips with obvious pleasure; while at the same time she scooped goo from her dripping opening. Marla lifted her smeared fingers and showed the evidence of Armando’s come before she pushed her fingers into her mouth. The sight of Marla’s fingers smeared with dollops of Armando’s semen sent the Watcher over the edge, and she squirmed and grunted while her body tensed and gripped the unyielding dildo as it hummed inside her.The Watcher gave her instructions to Armando — she wanted to discuss further adventures involving Marla “Get rid of those two,” she panted, spent and limp limbed with post orgasmic torpor. “Allow her to shower and change, and you come to me.” How far could she push the woman? How far into the depths could Marla be coerced?***The click-clack of Marla’s heels upon the cracked tiled floor echoed through the dank corridor. The decaying surroundings in which Marla found herself contrasted incongruously with the elegant evening gown and delicate make-up worn by the woman. Whereas Marla was presented near perfect, the building possessed a dilapidated air of abandonment and decay. The walls were adorned with graffiti, some ancient some new. Odd bits of rubbish were strewn haphazardly along the corridors, bits of wood, remnants of shattered windows, and, bizarrely, an androgynous shop window mannequin.Marla surveyed the crumbling setting, taking a quick glance at the forlorn nakedness of the dummy, “Armando,” she murmured quietly as though to speak loudly might disturb some lurking sprite and invoke some kind of pernicious visitation. “This place is awful, it’s a ruin.”“Yes it is,” Armando agreed. “Isn’t it perfect?” His smile was like a knife.“For what?” The tone of her voice echoed her fear. “The contrast between you and this place,” Armando paused and indicated Marla’s form with a sweep of his hand. “You, my dear,” he grinned again. “You are exquisite, a work of art no less, whereas here-” another sweep of the hand, this time indicating the decrepit area around the pair. “This place is rotten.”“I still don’t understand.”“You entered this place unspoiled,” Armando explained. “You will leave it utterly ruined. Used, corrupted, debased.” He paused, savoring the flavor of his words. “Tainted,” he ended.The words curled like a lupine tongue through Marla’s cunt as arousal displaced fear. “You filthy bastard,” Marla groaned. “What do you have in mind?”Armando laughed in reply, and then without answering, led Marla along the corridor, leaving the mannequin staring blankly after them.The original building had been constructed during the Victorian era. It had begun as a small hospital and, having survived the Second World War, had grown by the burgeoning influence of the welfare state, with further wings and wards added at the whim of NHS bureaucrats. Then, inevitably, it fell upon hard times until — in the 1990’s — it was abandoned in favor of a newer, more modern, less efficient, soulless place of healing.Ringed by mesh fencing, and with windows and doors boarded, the place then fell victim to the underclasses, the unseen and unwashed that inhabit the cracks in society. The once pristine walls and floors defiled by spray paint, needles and used condoms. The proud facade had crumbled, once proud now a wreck, like Miss Haversham from Dickensian lore.Armando led Marla down a staircase; she could hear the drip, drip of water and soon found herself walking through a Stygian level, stepping around murky puddles as she went. Eventually Armando pushed open a door. It opened with noisy, creaking reluctance, voicing displeasure at the ache in its arthritic hinges. Marla stepped beyond and into a large room, a surgical ward no less in former times. How the mighty have fallen. Marla surveyed the site, the ubiquitous graffiti daubing the walls and the same detritus s**ttered around the floor. On the level above the storefront dummy was the oddity, whereas here a supermarket trolley was the curiosity. Who brings this shit in here, and why?, Marla thought. “Here we are,” Armando said.The difference between this room and the rest of the abandoned structure was that temporary lighting had been set up. Battery powered and silent the several units starkly illuminated a single mattress in a circle of bright light, throwing the corners of the room into deep shadow.Marla noticed a movement from a corner and turned her head in time to see a man appear from the gloom. Then more movement and another man appeared, followed by another, and then one more. Marla stopped counting at eight. It was academic by then, however many appeared she would let them do whatever they were going to do. Where do I draw the line? Marla shrugged inwardly. Let’s face it, Marla, you love it. It’s dirty and disgusting and you’re hooked. She broke off her internal monologue to ask, “Is that all of them?” Armando laughed, “Would it make any difference?” he asked as though he’d read Marla’s thoughts.“No,” hissed Marla as the warmth between her legs spread suddenly; the fire of her lust igniting.“As I said,” Armando murmured, “you’ll leave here totally spoiled. You won’t be able to bathe; you’ll have their semen in your hair, smeared over your body… The taste of them will be on your tongue, the stuff will be dripping from your rectum…” He watched Marla carefully, gauging her reaction.“Oh dear god…” Marla groaned as she pictured her future self in her mind’s eye. The image of her skin smeared with come, her hair, so carefully coiffed at present, a ragged mess of rat’s tails…Armando judged her mood correctly. “Come to her,” he commanded, and as one, the men crept forward, an inexorable tide of desire.One person remained hidden however. The Watcher wasn’t yet ready to reveal herself. She wanted to watch Marla being used, she was patient, and she would have her fun. Later. Marla surrendered herself to the pack. Physical resistance was useless, even if she’d had the inclination, the hounds had been let slip, and she was the prey. Hands reached for her. Eager fingers tore at her dress and the garment was yanked up over her head and discarded. Then, the delicate brassiere and matching thong were ripped from her body. There was a collective and appreciative intake of breath from the men when Marla’s voluptuous curves were revealed to their hungry Bayan Escort stares. She heard one or two mutters of approval before the hands once again reached out to her.Marla felt her body mauled and pawed. Her breasts were massaged and squeezed; her legs were forced apart to allow fingers to probe at the sopping lips of her shaven sex. Marla tottered on her heeled shoes and almost fell as one man, bolder than the rest, pulled her face to his, his fingers tight in her hair, as he pushed his tongue into Marla’s mouth.Marla didn’t remain upright for many more seconds. She was almost thrown onto the grubby mattress and immediately felt erect cocks at her mouth and pussy. As she opened her mouth to accommodate the first man orally while she felt a simultaneous invasion below. She mumbled her approval around a mouthful of cock as her lovers began to pump into her at both ends.“She’s turning out to be the consummate harlot.”Armando smiled at the Watcher’s words. “She is indeed,” he replied.“You’ve done well,” the Watcher murmured; her voice rough and ragged with lust. “I want you to take me from behind while I watch the slut being used.” “Of course, madam,” Armando consented, “always a pleasure.”The Watcher, platinum blonde to Marla’s raven coloring, wearing the black leather corset, stockings, boots and haughty expression of a dominatrix, offered her peach rear to Armando. The man held his erection steady with one hand and guided the thing between the Watcher’s labia. He pushed, felt the barest resistance, and sank deep into her with a sigh.“Delightful as ever, Armando,” the watcher hissed as she looked back over one shoulder at her lover. “Thick and hard as iron, now…” The Watcher turned her attention back to the debauched scene on the mattress. “Fuck that big thing into me.”Armando dug his fingers into his employer’s hips and humped at her with canine eagerness. He observed beyond the Watcher’s head and saw Marla being fucked by an enthusiastic black man. The tide mark of Marla’s yearning was clearly visible on the man’s shaft when he pulled the length of his cock almost clear of her body. The sheen of Marla’s juice glinted under the glare of the spotlights, coating the ebony shaft with its lubricant and easing the slide of the piston in and out.Marla’s moans and squeals echoed around the room as her excitement grew. “Fuck me you big bastard,” she grunted lewdly before pulling another penis onto her tongue. The Watcher sawed at her clitoris while she witnessed the first spurts of semen arc onto Marla’s face.“Armando…” the Watcher moaned. “I want you to pump your seed into me. I’m going to cream pie the slut… Oh… Oh fuck… I — adore — this. It’s so… It’s so fucking bad.” The Watcher groaned and jerked as her climax rippled, slowly at first, and then with a roar from her core and along her limbs to the tips of her toes and fingers. Through half closed eyes she watched as Marla crouched over a supine man. The man held his erection steady and Marla lowered herself onto the upright stalk. “In my ass,” Marla grunted. “I want it right in my ass.” She groaned and squealed again as the dome butted against the tight ring of her sphincter. Marla gritted her teeth against the burn as the invading thing forced her anus open. The lust quelled any inclination to avoid the stinging in her rectum as finally, the man eased the shaft into Marla’s dirty-hole. “Another!” Marla yelled. “One of you in my cunt.”Her request was quickly fulfilled. Then another man all but silenced Marla’s barbaric grunting by pushing himself between her lips and fucking her mouth. Marla gagged and spat as the length of the man slid along her gullet. Her chin was covered with drool when, following her recovery, Marla slurped at the penis between her lips.And so the scene continued. Marla was fucked, used, and thoroughly abused for over forty minutes. Sometimes all three holes were filled at once, other times men pulled her into positions to suit themselves as they used her singly.Armando fucked into the Watcher periodically, usually as the woman herself commanded, but on occasion he would turn to her and use her for his own gratification — they had that kind of relationship.“Remember, you’re going to fill me with your come,” the Watcher reminded Armando.“As if I could forget,” he responded and leaned over her back and cupped the woman’s breasts in his palms.The Watcher twisted her torso, keeping Armando inside her from behind; she turned and leaned her face to him. “Kiss me,” she urged, “kiss me and fuck me… You’re such a delicious fucker.”“Your wish, madam…” Armando held her tightly and licked and slurped at her tongue. “I fear,” he said almost formally, “I fear I’m going to come…”“Do it,” the Watcher acquiesced.”Armando hissed and grimaced when he finally allowed himself the luxury of orgasm. It was a rare occasion that the Watcher allowed him to come inside her, Armando savoured every occurrence.Meanwhile Marla had enjoyed several intense climaxes of her own, as well as having several deliveries of semen spattered across her body, spunk dribbled from her cunt and anus, her hair hung with thick ropes of the stuff, and her skin was liberally coated. There was barely an inch of her not covered with goo of some description. Rivulets trickled along Marla’s flanks, down the slopes of her breasts, while her belly button was an oasis of sticky gloop. Her thighs were slick with a combination of several loads of seed and her own juice. The tattered remnants of her stockings were smeared and the mattress wet with stains.Marla’s eyes shone with delight at the extreme foulness of her behavior. The feeling of liberation she experienced was intense. She may have been an object of male lust, but she had made the choice. Without her agreement none of this would have taken place. She had allowed them access to her body. Marla felt that she owned the power. She had excited these men; she had turned them from — in all probability — normal, decent citizens, and had made them a****ls. However, if Marla thought that she had reached the limit of her depravity, then she was mistaken.Armando appeared, with his now diminished penis back inside his trousers. He surveyed the debauchery.“Piss on her,” he said simply.“What..?” Marla cried too late. Two men, followed by a third, moved. Before Marla could react she felt the jets of urine splash over her breasts.A fourth man aimed and let fly with a great arc of piss, and then another man followed suit.Excellent, thought the Watcher. She truly is a slut.Astonished by the sudden turn of events, Marla didn’t really know what was happening when the first sprays hit her, but then, as more streams of piss showered down on her, Marla experienced a moment of ecstasy. “Nasty,” she squealed. “Piss… You nasty, dirty, cunts…” Then even as she moved to open her legs she continued, “Piss on my twat, piss on my pussy.”Marla held the lips of her sex open with her fingertips. The hot, scarlet of her opening was a target now and Marla squealed in delight as the streams of urine spattered against her clitoris.The mattress became a urine soaked marsh as the apparently never-ending streams splashed onto her skin and ran in rivers over her body. Marla thrilled to the sensation of the hot liquid showering her breasts, her areola tightened like never before, and her nipples ached with renewed lust. Marla writhed and the mattress squelched beneath her as she pushed two, then three fingers into the clench of her pussy. She rubbed at her clitoris in a frenzy of fingering, eventually climaxing with noisy echoes as, one by one, the streams subsided and died.At a signal from Armando the men exited, leaving Marla writhing on her bed of filth.“Hello, Marla.”Marla opened her eyes at the sound of the woman’s voice. “Who..?” She stuttered, unable to process another surprise. Who was this woman? On one level Marla recognised how attractive the woman was. Lithe figured, long-legged in those slutty boots, pretty, elfin face, and tight tits with the rigid nipples peeping over the cups of the bustier. Anastasia, the-no-longer-watcher, smiled. “You’ll get to know me, Marla.” She approached the supine woman. “But now, one more thing — one more, nasty, filthy thing.”“Oh God… What?”“Armando’s come. I want you to lick it from my body. I want you to drink it from me.”The moment stretched; a chewing-gum strand of elastic time. “Who..?” Marla repeated.“Later,” soothed Anastasia. “Later you and I will sit together and I’ll explain it all, but now…” Anastasia knelt on the sodden mattress and kissed Marla’s cheek. “Now I want you to suck my cunt and taste Armando from me.” Anastasia stared into Marla’s eyes. “Will you do it?”Marla whispered, “Yes.”Anastasia straddled Marla’s head and pushed her sex onto the woman’s mouth. “Suck me,” she commanded, no longer the gentle creature she had just portrayed. “Lick my clit, tongue my hole, and drink his come.”Marla dabbed an expeditionary tongue at Anastasia’s body. After the first tentative licks however Marla’s excitement burned hot once more and she began to slurp with energy and exuberance. The trickle of Armando’s semen slid from the blonde’s opening, a dribble that Marla sucked at with relish.Armando stood in mute amazement and watched. It was all he could do.“Yes, my filthy little wench,” Anastasia groaned. “Lick me, make me come.” She looked at Armando, her eyes shining. “Look at her, Armando. Look at her drinking your come. She’s perfect.”Then Anastasia let out a howl of delight, a sound that reverberated through the disused corridors and long-abandoned wards of the old hospital. She sighed and sobbed as her climax boiled, and then, in a final act of depravity, she let go with a stream of piss that squirted onto Marla’s face. Marla opened her mouth and allowed the jet to spurt onto her tongue. She felt her mouth fill quickly with the hot fluid straight from the blonde woman’s bladder. Marla spat the stuff in a high spray, like spume from a whale’s blow-hole, a mist of piss, and then opened her mouth to take more. She drank some of the stuff and finally sat up when Anastasia rolled from atop her. Marla let one final mouthful dribble from between her lips, the liquid running in a river down over her magnificent breasts from where it dripped onto her thighs and stained the mattress further.Anastasia kissed Marla on the mouth, her tongue exploring deep, tasting the residue of Armando’s semen and her own pee. “Now, my spoiled darling,” Anastasia muttered. “Come home with us. Let’s discuss what games we can play next.”***The End!

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