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Amelie had an appointment scheduled tomorrow with Ray Batsby. It was already arranged – she didn’t have to do anything additional.
But, nude in her office, seven condoms of anonymous cum stuffed up her pussy, and her twat duct-taped shut, she felt the sudden need to hear his voice. Telling her what to do.
What she was feeling right now was the worst feeling – when she was acting like a total slut, and it felt like she had *chosen* to act that way. It was better when there was a man there, *making* her do these things.
She dialled him on her phone.
“Batsby,” he said, as he picked up.
“Sir,” Amelie purred. “It’s Amelie… the parole officer slut.”
“What do you want, bitch?” Ray asked.
“I just wanted… to confirm our appointment for tomorrow,” said Amelie.
“Don’t lie to me whore,” said Ray. “What do you really want?”
“Sir…” she said. “I threw all my clothes in the garbage, because I’m a slut. But now I’m trapped in my office naked and I can’t get home.”
“Why can’t you get home?” asked Ray.
“Because people will see me naked,” said Amelie.
“So what?” said Ray.
Amelie had no answer to that. Because she would be embarrassed? Ray didn’t care. Because she might lose her job? Ray didn’t care. Because she might get raped? Ray definitely didn’t care.
“I’m sorry, sir,” said Amelie “I’m a dumb cunt. I shouldn’t have called…”
“Can you get to the parking garage in your building?” asked Ray.
Amelie had done it before, barely dressed, by waiting until almost everyone else had gone home.
“Yes, sir,” she said. “I think so. If I wait till late.”
“Be in your parking garage at 7 pm,” he told her. And then he hung up.
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Amelie waited, nude, in her office until the appointed hour. Then she crept out, carrying her handbag, hurrying down to the garage beneath the building.
Her luck ran out almost immediately. Right there, in the corridor outside her office, was her boss, Mr Horner.
He looked her up and down, from her nude tits, to her duct-taped pussy.
“What is this, Amelie?” he asked her.
Amelie had no answer. She blushed, and then felt tears beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.
It was all over. She would have to explain why she had thrown her clothes in the garbage – and that would lead to discussing how she was fucking her clients – and then her name would be discovered on the sex offender database…
“Please, sir,” she begged. “Please. I’m just… like this. I’m a slut. Please…”
“I don’t have time for this right now, Amelie,” said Mr Horner. “If you want to keep your job, you will be in my office tomorrow morning at 9.30 am. And the first thing you will do upon entering my office is to close the door behind you, and take off your clothes. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” said Amelie, gasping with relief. “Thank you, sir.”
He made a dismissive motion with his hand. “Get out of my sight.”
She did.
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Ray wasn’t in the basement at 7 pm. Amelie was forced to stand awkwardly in a corner of the concrete structure and hope nobody saw her.
She remembered that Ray would want her to anticipate his needs. What would he want from her? He would want her to be sexy. She couldn’t really rub her pussy through the duct tape, but she played with her tits, squeezing them, trying to get wet and aroused again.
Would that be enough for Ray? Just squeezing her tits? No, he would want her to do whatever it took to stimulate herself.
She bent forward slightly, and wiggled a single finger into her anus. It felt weird and wrong and perverted – which she knew was exactly how Ray would want her to feel.
She stood like that, squeezing her tits and fingering her ass, and shortly a sensible black sedan pulled into the car park, and Amelie saw Ray behind the wheel.
She ran over to him. Ray parked and got out.
“What’s this?” he said, pointing at the tape on her pussy.
“It’s holding sperm inside me, sir,” said Amelie honestly.
“Whose sperm?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” replied Amelie.
Ray grunted, and said no more about it.
“Kneel,” he said, and as soon as Amelie did, Ray was stuffing his cock in her mouth. Amelie obediently began to suck.
Ray was silent as he fucked her face, and soon he was cumming.
“Swallow,” he said, and Amelie obeyed, swallowing his precious sperm.
“Up,” he said, when he was done, and his cock was tucked back in his pants. Amelie jumped to her feet.
He led her to the boot of the car, and opened it. Inside it was a fairly lifelike blonde sex doll, with comically large tits, and her lips parted slightly to form an inviting “O”.
There was also a small plastic bag next to the doll, and from this Ray took a jar of peanut butter and a knife. He opened the jar, then parted the doll’s legs to reveal a realistic moulded cunt, complete with a hole big enough to push a cock into.
He began to use the knife to slather peanut butter across the doll’s cunt, pushing some deep inside her.
“Sir…” said Amelie, not sure what to ask.
“Peanut butter is how you train dogs to lick pussy,” said Ray. He gestured at the boot. “Get in.”
Amelie hesitated.
“You didn’t want people to see you, right?” he said. “You’ll be seen in the passenger seat. Get in. Put your head near the doll’s cunt.”
Amelie awkwardly got into the boot, feeling the doll’s tits press against her belly, and the doll’s head rest between Amelie’s thighs, against her taped cunt. Her face was level with the doll’s pussy.
“Have you ever licked out another bitch, Amelie?” asked Ray.
“No, sir,” said Amelie.
“Then this will be good practice,” said Ray. “I want you to have licked up all that peanut butter by the time we get to your house. There might be some cum in there too – I haven’t washed her since I last fucked her. Make sure she’s clean.”
And with that, he closed the boot, leaving Amelie in darkness with the doll.
Tentatively, Amelie began to lick the sex doll’s pussy. The peanut butter tasted nice enough. She continued to lick, running her tongue over the doll’s labia and clitoris, before delving deeper into her fuckhole to get the peanut butter trapped inside.
The lewdness of what she was doing must have had an effect on her, because she felt her cunt begin to throb as she licked. She wished her pussy wasn’t taped shut. All she could do was hump her groin against the doll’s face.
Amelie’s parents had pretended to be tolerant and inclusive, but privately within Amelie’s house it had been clear that they thought lesbians were perverted, disgusting, slutty and wrong, and Amelie had internalised those ideas to a large extent. And now Amelie was licking the twat of a sex doll and humping its face. She was disgusting.
And yet, the very fact of it being so taboo was making her soppingly wet.
She had to press her face right up against the doll’s pussy in order to get her tongue deep enough inside to find the last of the peanut butter. And Ray had been right – there were traces of cum in the depths of the pussy – some dried, some still liquid. Amelie licked them up as eagerly as she licked at the peanut butter.
Some time later, the car stopped, and shortly afterwards Ray opened the boot.
He leaned past Amelie and inspected the sex doll’s pussy.
“Good girl,” he said, evidently finding it to his satisfaction. “Tell me, what are you going to do when you get back to your apartment?”
“Find some clothes…” Amelie began.
“Why?” asked Ray. “Do you have a guest?”
“No…” said Amelie.
“Then you don’t need to wear clothes at home, do you?” said Ray. “Nor do you need to wear clothes for any guest who would be happy to see you naked. Do you understand, cunt?”
It wasn’t an order – and yet it was. Amelie understood that Ray expected to be obeyed.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“Good cunt,” said Ray. “Your apartment building is just there. Run along home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Amelie climbed unsteadily out of the trunk. Her building was, indeed, just across the street. She trembled at the idea of crossing the street nude, and making her way to her apartment without being seen. But she understood this was the best she was getting.
She was a little surprised that Ray didn’t intend to come in with her, and perhaps fuck her again – but she was also a little relieved.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, and ran for her building before Ray could think of any further cruelties for her.
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She blessedly made it to her apartment without being seen. She stumbled inside and closed the door behind her.
She could still taste peanut butter in her mouth, which made her blush with the memory of what she had done to taste it.
Her plan had been to find clothes to cover her nudity, but Ray had put an end to that. She supposed that she wouldn’t be wearing clothes at home anymore. For how long, she wondered? Forever? Was her last day of being clothed in her own home behind her now?
Instead she decided to move on to the next task on her list – dinner. She found a chicken stir fry instant-meal in the freezer, and defrosted it. When it was done, she placed it on the floor, and squatted over it . With some wincing, she pulled the duct-tape off her pussy, and let the seven condoms of sperm drip out of her, to soak her dinner. Then she sat at the dinner table and ate the cum-flavoured food, while rubbing her pussy.
It felt so slutty to masturbate and eat at the same time. It made everything that went into her mouth feel like an act of sex. The sensation of the chicken chunks on her tongue felt lewd – and the taste of the cum further made her feel like she was performing oral sex.
She moaned in humiliation and confusion. What kind of slut could be sexually aroused while eating a dinner flavoured with the cum of anonymous men? Cum that had been inside her own pussy until just now?
Her head felt fuzzy. Her cunt was wet. The satay sauce of the chicken stir fry tasted a little like peanut butter. She extended her tongue towards a cum-soaked chunk of meat and imagined she was licking the pussy of the sex-doll…
“My name is Amelie Raimes, and I deserve to be raped,” she mumbled.
At that point there was a loud THUMP from Amelie’s bedroom.
She jumped. Was there someone else in her house? Was Chris here – or his rapey friend from the other night? Could it be some animal, making its way into her apartment by some unknown route?
She stuffed the last of the cum-flavoured stir fry into her mouth, got up from her seat, and headed towards her bedroom. On the way she picked up a broom, so she would have something to poke – or fight – with, depending on what she discovered.
Her bedroom was empty – but there was another thump, from her cupboard, and a moaning sound.
Amelie’s eyes widened. Should she call someone? The police? Animal control?
But then she would have to explain to them why she was nude. And if they looked her up on police systems, they would discover she was a registered sex offender…
Her heart beating rapidly, Amelie pulled open her closet door.
It wasn’t a male intruder. It wasn’t an animal, in the traditional sense.
Instead, what she found inside her closet was a buxom, strawberry-blonde, 22-year-old girl. She was nude, and she was bound in rope, with her hands behind her back, and she had what looked like a pair of her own panties stuffed into her mouth as a gag.
It took Amelie a moment to realise she knew this girl.
Her name was Gail Penrose. It was the waitress that Chris had a crush on – the one that Amelie had helped him to stalk. The one he had described as “Ms Pretty-to-Slap”.
She was nude and captive in Amelie’s closet.
A note was pinned to the inside of the closet door, in crude, somewhat childish handwriting.
“Sorry, miss – couldn’t help myself. She’s just too pretty. I know I’ve let you down, but I’m sure you’ll understand. Please look after her until I come back. Feel free to have fun with her – her pussy tastes amazing!”
The woman in the closet began to bounce, and make muffled sounds through her gag, as soon as Amelie opened the door. She appeared to be pleading with Amelie to help her, to set her free, to call the police.
Amelie blinked, and closed the closet door, trapping the woman inside.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Chris had abducted this woman – and apparently raped her at least once. Then he had made Amelie an accomplice to his crime, by using her keys to stow Gail in Amelie’s apartment. She had no doubt that Chris had plans to rape Gail again, and she had no idea how long Chris might plan to keep his captive, or what he would do when he tired of her.
Obviously, Amelie should call the police.
And they would ask her why she was nude. And why Chris had keys to her apartment, and trusted her to look after his captive. And they would find out she was registered as a sex offender. And that convicted rapist Gary Sands was in possession of her car keys and credit cards. And they would talk to Amelie’s boss, who would explain how Amelie had wet herself in front of him, and how she wandered the halls of their office in the nude.
So she couldn’t call the police.
And for the same reason, she couldn’t let the girl go. Because Gail *would* go to the police, and Amelie would be back in the same position.
So she would have to keep Gail captive, until she could work out a way to convince Gail not to involve the police. Maybe she could bribe her. Or…. blackmail her. Something.
She would find a way out of this.
She had to.
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Nice twist at the end.