Part 4
The following narrative is that of a retired Starfleet commander. Though many of the narrated details did actually occur all names are fictitious and locales and dates are changed to prevent individual identification.
As I had surmised, the programs in the Diana2300 series continued the tale of Janet's profession of prostitution. I eventually surveyed the whole series. Through the VR helmet I was not only in touch with what Janet felt physically but I was fully aware of what she thought along with her feelings and emotions. I was surprised at how she thought about her slavery and forced prostitution by Jerry and his collar. She definitely detested Jerry but she was not obsessed about it. I was sure that if I was forced into the same circumstances I would be obsessed with revenge and I would have little thought for anything else.
I was further surprised by her attitude toward sex. I had often heard, "Women gave sex to get love and men gave love to get sex." Despite having to accede to the demands of her customers she fully enjoyed sex. Of course there were times she was hurt being penetrated too quickly or too soon. She was constantly being groped sometimes in hurtful ways. But she fully enjoyed the feel of a cock shoving into her pussy and a careful gentle mouth or hand at her nipple could make her knees feel weak.
Though her Friday and Saturday motel sojourns often seemed mundane, she looked forward to reaching several orgasms through the course of an evening. Most of her practice was blow jobs, being screwed doggie style, and relatively often missionary style. She accepted being screwed in any hole, between her boobs or in almost any crease of her body. Sometimes more than one hole was used as when a pair of customers wanted to share her by having one screw her pussy while the other screwed her ass, or one would screw her pussy while she gave the other a blow job. Over time she was screwed in almost any imaginable position and in or on everything in the room.
Servicing anywhere up to 30 men in a night on her Friday and Saturday evenings became normal and she learned the best ways to service them quickly and efficiently. She had a number of regulars and had an easy banter and familiarity with them but was no less comfortable with new patrons. Her evenings became familiar repeated performances. Strange things were most likely to happen on callouts when she had to meet and service other clients. One such evening was the night she met "daddy".
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As soon as I knocked at the motel room door, it was opened by a big bear of a man. I introduced myself, "I'm Janet. You were expecting me?"
I was ushered inside and was handed a bag and told to change in the refresher. The bag contained white knee-high stockings, panties with "DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL" printed on them, a very short plaid skirt and a button less top. I stripped and put on the clothes from the bag. I assumed the top was to be worn without a bra as it closed by tying high on my midriff. I put my pumps back on and returned to the main room. My client was sitting on the bed and had me come stand in front of him. He told me to turn about slowly which I did. As my back was to him he grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them. I turned back and demanded to know what he was doing.
He told me I had been naughty and needed to be punished and I was to call him daddy. I insisted I had not done anything wrong and was not deserving of any punishment. He persisted until he finally wore me down. I agreed I had been naughty and deserved to be punished.
He suddenly grabbed my arms and pulled me down to lay belly down across his legs. Before I could even think to object he forced a ball gag in my mouth and had it buckled at the back of my head. He informed me I was going to be spanked 10 times for being naughty and 10 more times for lying. He pushed my skirt up out of the way and started spanking me barehanded. In handcuffs I was helpless to get away from his hold on me while he swatted me alternating between left and right butt cheeks. The spanking was not only humiliating but it really hurt. By the time he was finished I was sobbing and in tears.
He let me slide down to kneel before him and unbuckled and removed my gag. He went through a series of questions about not being naughty again and always calling him daddy. I provided answers as best I thought would satisfy him. Finally he questioned. "Would daddy's little girl like a purple ice cream cone?"
I wondered where he had ice cream but I thought the best answer was, "Yes daddy."
He undid his pants and pushed them down freeing his cock. I found myself face to face with the biggest cock I'd ever seen. It was not only long, possibly 8 inches but was very wide and was topped with a monstrous purple head. I shuddered at the thought of him trying to penetrate me with that. There was no question what his purple ice cream cone was and I was sure of where he wanted to put it. He used both hands to pull my head forward and instructed me to lick it. I put my tongue out and licked it just as I would an ice cream cone. I swirled my tongue around it, flicked my tongue back and forth, both over it and under it. I pushed against the hole with my tongue. I could only hope a good licking might be enough.
After a few minutes he pulled my head further forward until his cock was pushing against my throat. I was shocked to realize he was all the way in my mouth but I could see there were a few more inches left out. He pulled back till only the head was still in my mouth. Even at that my mouth was strained open around him. He told me to keep licking and I resumed using my tongue as best I could. After a few minutes he started moving my head up and down on his cock. As big as he was my mouth was jammed full and I couldn't suck at all. He had all the friction he needed and after a few strokes he pulled me down hard jamming his cock into my throat. I felt it pulse against my tongue and then his cum squirted down my throat. He pulled back a little but he was still cumming. There was so much I felt like I was drowning and I swallowed desperately. He finally stopped cumming and pulled out of my mouth but I was told to resume licking.
Soon his cock grew flaccid. He pulled me up by my arms and laid me down on the bed with him spooned behind me. His hand was inside my top holding my boob but what I was most aware of was his cock against the back of my legs and it still felt monstrous. His breathing indicated he was sleeping. I wanted to be finished and leave but held as I was and in handcuffs I was stuck. I could do nothing but lay there and wait for him to wake. I was half asleep myself when I was startled fully awake to feel his erection growing against my bare legs. It felt like it would push between my legs and force them apart on its own.
He got up and went to the refresher leaving me alone on the bed. When he came out of the refresher I started to ask if he was finished with me but he forced the gag in my mouth before I could voice more than a couple of words. He maneuvered me on the bed to be on my knees and shoulders with my ass up in the air. My worst fears were coming true as I felt my panties pulled down and a cold finger pushed in my ass hole to lubricate me. Shortly he held me by my hips and I felt his cock pushing its way in. The gag kept my screams of distress from being any more than murmurs. He slowly and deliberately pushed his entire cock in until I felt pubic hair against my ass. I was frightened that as thick as he was he would stretch me past any point of recovery and that with his length I could be damaged by his penetration.
He began a slow thrusting which was distressing, not simply from the pain but just from the push of such a mass into me and its subsequent withdrawal. The slow thrusting gradually increased in tempo until it was rapid and only a couple of inches. Then he stopped and held his cock all the way in my ass and I felt his cum spurting in me. I was helpless to do anything but lie there stuffed full of his cock while his cum surged inside me. Despite it being his second time he seemed to have dumped a massive amount of cum high inside me and I wondered what it might do to my insides. Finally his cock grew flaccid and he pulled out and rolled away. I felt him release my handcuffs as he said, "You can go now."
I got up and scrambled into the refresher. I got rid of the gag and stripped out of the clothes he had given me. I rinsed and wiped between my legs hoping to get some of his cum off. I dressed quickly and stuffed my panties full of tissue hoping to absorb any cum leaking out of me. As I left the refresher, I realized he was asleep so I left as quietly as I could.
Outside I was startled by a voice behind me, "You got stuck with daddy tonight, huh?"
"What?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm Lanie. I saw daddy going in this room earlier so I know you've been through the drill with him."
"I'm Janet. You've been with him before?"
"Most of us working girls have suffered through his attentions. Since I don't know you, I would guess you had no idea what it would be like. I can help you out if you'll come around the corner to Sadie's Bar."
We walked together to the bar around the corner. Inside Lanie gave me a packet from her purse and pointed me to the ladies room. I went in and found the packet contained two giant tampons. I pulled up my skirt, pulled down my panties and stuffed the tampons up my ass. The lack of any resistance told me my asshole was not closed. I discarded the soaked tissues I had in my panties. Lanie came in with a drink in hand. She told me to use the first half like a mouthwash and then to drink the rest. I followed her directions and was rewarded with the realization the drink had done away with all the cum taste in my mouth.
We went back out to the bar where Lanie led us to a corner booth. Once the waitress brought our drink orders Lanie explained she was a prostitute and had serviced "daddy" several times. My treatment was nothing exceptional and Lanie advised I should never deny any wrongdoing as it only resulted in more punishment. The drink she had given me was called a Cumalong. Since I had so little camaraderie with my workmates I welcomed Lanie's company. We spent several hours that evening with Lanie giving me a great deal of good advice I couldn't have got anywhere else.
She asked if I would be interested in joining her at a party the following evening. I naively asked what kind of a party it was to be.
"It will be four girls if you join us with anywhere from half a dozen to a dozen men. It's always kinky but no one gets hurt and it's worth 1500 credits for each of us. The girl I usually partner with has a sick mother and can't make it."
"What's involved that makes it worth 1500 credits."
"Like I said it's kinky. You may get screwed in any hole. You might end up tied up and screwed over and over. You might have to put on a lesbian show for the men's amusement."
"If you're sure nobody gets hurt, I'll try it. I'll have to let my pimp know what I'm doing."
"If I were you I wouldn't bother telling him. Then you could keep the 1500 credits for yourself without cutting him in."
"I'd be too worried he would find out."
"Suit yourself. But you will come?"
"Yes I'll come. Where is it?
Lanie gave me directions to a private residence and advised me to be there at 1900 hours and she would be outside waiting for me so we could go in together. We wished each other goodnight and went our separate ways.
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The VR record ended there and I had to hope the next record would be for the party.
25.04.12
story continues in An Ensign's Fantasies 5
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