The Bracelet

Lucy looked at the bracelet in its velvet box. A silver charm bracelet with four charms, each one a letter picked out in diamante. The letters spelt SLUT. She held her wrist out for him to fasten it and watched his face, his head bent in concentration, as he spoke.

“The bracelet tells the world what you are. And while you wear it this is all you are. You have no opinions, no choices, no needs. You have no boundaries and you have no shame. You are my slut and you obey without reservation. If you want it to stop, take the bracelet off”

He looked up at her, eyes dark and blazing. “But I don’t think you’ll want to do that, will you?”

Lucy blushed pink and bit her lip.

She shivered as she walked down the side of Kings Cross station, wrapping her arms around her body, hugging herself for warmth. Her outfit afforded her little protection from the elements. She wore a neon pink strapless top, skin tight, her nipples stiff from cold outlined clearly. Her midriff was bare, her belly button ring replaced with a tiny dangling sparkly playboy bunny that twinkled as it caught the orange glow of the sodium street lamps. Her tight denim skirt barely covered her buttocks at the back, brushing the very tops of her thighs as she walked. And her boots were thigh high PVC, glistening as they hugged her legs, metal tipped five inch heels ringing against the paving stones as she walked. Lucy’s face was painted like a mask with scarlet glossy lips and heavy fluttering false eyelashes that weighed down her eyelids and made her eyes seem vacant and stoned. Her hair was backcombed into a tumbling, bed-head mess and at her wrist, the bracelet glittered.

A car pulled up level with her, slowing and matching her walking speed. “You doing business love?” Lucy stopped, heart pounding and glanced across the road to the parked car where he was watching her. Slowly she bent, leaning in at the stranger’s window, her tits straining against the edge of her top, skirt riding up to display the curve of her arse. “It’s £10 for a blowjob, £20 for a fuck, £30 if you want it without a condom and anything else you have to negotiate with my pimp.” Wordlessly he handed her a ten pound note and Lucy got into the car.

The car was warm and the radio was playing quietly. Lucy glanced at the punter – nondescript, early middle aged, dressed for work but with his jacket and tie tossed on the back seat. He unzipped his cock which was semi-hard already and Lucy bent over. She wrapped her fingers around it and it stiffened immediately. As she kissed its tip he sighed and relaxed, entwining his fingers in her hair as she licked its slit and tickled its rim with the tip of her tongue. She sucked its head, letting it slip from her lips with a tiny pop, slurping it up again and again until it was quivering and the punter was moaning softly. Then Lucy started to swallow it deeper, bobbing her head up and down, taking it deeper each time while he forced her head down, starting to jerk her up again by her hair as he got more excited until he was yanking her on and off his cock, fucking her face. Lucy gagged and spluttered but kept sucking, lapping her tongue along the underside of his shaft, rolling it round the head of his cock, feeling it twitch deep in her throat.

Suddenly he jerked Lucy’s head up until she was gazing into his face. “I want to fuck,” he said. “That’s £20 mister, I told you, money first,” said Lucy with her hand out. “After,” he grunted, tipping her car seat back and climbing on top of her. Lucy struggled, hands against his chest, trying to push him off as he yanked the edge of her top down letting her tits spring free. She whimpered and kicked her legs wildly as he gripped her thighs, lifting her legs in the air until her feet were drumming against the roof of the car. Lucy screamed as, with a single brutal lunge, he thrust his cock into her cunt and began humping her savagely, squeezing and kneading her tits and pinching and twisting her nipples. With a sob, Lucy turned her face away from his, gazing out of the car window into the blackness, glimpsing the reflection of her bracelet as she wrapped her arms round his neck, feeling her cunt begin to moisten and drip as he fucked her faster.

With a roar he pumped his cum into her and for a moment slumped heavily against Lucy, breathing hard and crushing her against the seat. Then he rolled back into his own seat and began wiping his cock with tissues before zipping it back into his trousers. Lucy wriggled as she hauled her top back up to cover her tits and pulled the hem of her skirt over her thighs. “That’s another £20 you owe me – it’s £30 without a condom – hand it over.”

“I don’t think you’re worth any more than I paid you. Besides, there’s girls round here who’ll let you fuck them up the arse without a condom for £30”

“Look if you don’t pay up right now I’m going to march over there to where my pimp’s parked and you can explain it to him.”

Lucy turned to point at the parked car but froze with shock as she realised it was gone. The punter followed her gaze and laughed.

“Looks like your protector lost interest. Like I said, you’re not worth more than a tenner, he obviously agrees with me.”

The punter leaned across Lucy and opened the car door. For a moment she just sat and stared at him, dazed and pale. “Get out you dozy bitch, I’ve finished with you, time to find your next customer.” He gave Lucy a fierce shove and she toppled from her seat and sprawled face down on the pavement. She heard the door slam and the car roar away as she lay sobbing on the freezing stone, cheeks streaked with mascara, lipstick smeared, her hands and elbows grazed and bleeding and cold spunk dripping from her cunt.

* * *

Lucy’s arms and legs ached as she lay spread out on the bed, manacled to its corner posts, her eyes covered with a velvet mask. She had long ago lost track of how long she had been lying here, drowsy in the overheated hotel room, since she heard the door slam and his footsteps fade down the corridor. She squirmed on the bed, easing her limbs and sighing as a trickle of juice dripped from her gaping slit, glazing her thighs, already slick and glistening. Her swollen pussy lips parted to reveal her stiff, engorged clit and she moaned with frustration and longing.

As she heard footsteps approaching her heart began to pound, blood singing in her ears, and she raised her head from the pillow, straining for his return. The door crashed open and Lucy listened with rising horror and panic as a crowd of men shuffled into the room, talking and laughing, opening cans and lighting cigarettes. She tried but failed to guess how many there were and she flinched as the bed dipped beneath the weight of one of them sitting on its edge.

He leaned forward, running the tip of his finger along her wrist, making the bracelet jingle, and he whispered in her ear, “Do you want to take it off?” Lucy froze in indecision, hear heart racing, her clit throbbing. She bit her lip and shook her head.

“Gentlemen,” he cried, turning to them. “Here she is as promised. I want no jostling or unseemliness. One at a time and you’ll all get your turn.”

Lucy turned her head away as the first man sprawled across her, his beer-smelling breath hot on her cheek. It only took him a few brutal thrusts to empty his balls into her dripping cunt. The next man followed immediately, her cunt squelching as he pounded it, sloppy with spunk. One after another, relentlessly they fucked her until her cunt was pulpy and bruised. She lost count of how many there were. In the dark they were nothing but a succession of cocks, some longer, some thicker, all brutal and without tenderness. Some tried to kiss her, grinding their lips against hers as she choked on their tongues, others kneaded and pinched her tits as they screwed her.

Through the background hubbub of chatter and harsh laughter, Lucy tried to listen for his voice. With a start she realised he may not even be there, may have left her with these strangers, may not be coming back. Suddenly she wanted to scream out and beg for the blindfold to be lifted, for the bracelet to be ripped from her wrist, for the ordeal to be over. But more than that she wanted his soft words in her ear, the taste of his skin, his weight pinning her to the bed.

Finally after many hours it came. A kiss on the inside of her wrist, his teeth tugging gently at the bracelet, his cock sliding into her gaping, cum-soaked cunt. Lucy sighed and moaned, straining to arch her back towards his belly, whimpering as his fingers plucked at her aching clit. Her orgasm came, long and deep and overwhelming – she twitched and sobbed helplessly in her bonds as it thrilled through her whole body.

He peeled the blindfold from her face and Lucy blinked into the light, her eyes glazed, eyelids heavy, cheeks flushed. Oblivious now to the men sitting silently watching, she smiled up at him, filled with relief. He smiled thinly back as he straddled her. With a jerk his cock spurted its spunk into her face, shooting it into her eyes as she shrieked and screwed them tight shut, blinded again.

* * *

They sat inside the window of the transport café, its pane steamed up and trickling with moisture from the tea urn. Lucy tugged self-consciously at the hem of her dress, its skin-tight scarlet skirt stretched across her thighs, her breasts spilling from its plunging neckline. He took her hand, rubbing her palm with his thumb, her bracelet jingling as she trembled. Leaning across the coffee-stained formica table he pulled her towards him and whispered in her ear, “That one, with his back to you.”

Lucy glanced sideways at him, a tall, broad-shouldered man with greying cropped hair, his T-shirt revealing muscular, tattooed biceps, his booted feet crossed beneath the table as he sprawled in his chair, idly flipping the pages of his paper and smoking a roll-up.

With shaking legs, Lucy slowly rose, breathing deeply, anxious to calm her racing heart. She made her way across the crowded room, swerving round tables and squeezing between chairs, conscious of the eyes of men starting to follow her progress, watching the roll of her buttocks, the sway of her hips. She stood at the stranger’s table, dizzy with panic, teetering in her heels and waited as he gradually noticed her and looked up from his paper. She shot a glance at him watching her with this stranger, still sitting by the window, his gaze narrow and cold. Then swallowing hard, her voice cracking, she said, “I want you to fuck me.”

The stranger looked shocked and then laughed. “You what, darlin’?”

Louder, terrified, Lucy repeated, “I want you to fuck me.”

The café fell silent. Slowly the stranger stood, scraping his chair back and putting his arm firmly round her waist began to propel Lucy towards the door. Suddenly the silence was broken by a great whoop of laughter and jeering and catcalls.

“Give her one for me, mate!”

“I’ll have her when you’re finished with her!”

The rush of cold air as he wrenched open the café door hit Lucy like a slap. Her face was hot with shame and her nipples stiff with cold and excitement. She tried to look over her shoulder to see if he was still sitting in the window watching her but the window was obscured by steam.

Lucy trotted to keep up with his strides as they crossed the lorry park, stumbling occasionally and being hauled up roughly until they reached his truck. He unbolted the rear trailer and it crashed down, its chains rattling, then he lifted Lucy by her waist and tossed her onto it – she scrabbled with her fingertips and gripped the edge of a tarpaulin, her legs hanging off the edge of the trailer, kicking wildly.

He took a pen knife from his pocket and began systematically to slice her dress away from her shivering flesh, cutting through its straps and tugging it down over her tits, slicing it up the back and ripping it away from her wobbling buttocks.

Lucy gasped and flinched as the cold steel tip of his knife gently traced her shoulder blades and spine, travelling across her arse and into the hollows of her thighs. Softly it brushed her swollen pussy lips and Lucy whimpered and squirmed. Lightly it pressed against the tip of her tingling clit and she moaned. He held it up to his face and turned it, its blade gleaming in the light from the motorway, dripping with her sticky juices. He licked the flat of the blade and tasted her cunt.

Sliding his hands between her thighs, he lifted her right leg until it was extended along the edge of the trailer, her cunt gaping and dripping down her left thigh. Gripping her buttocks, he stabbed his cock into her cunt with a single savage thrust. Lucy screamed and the trailer rattled and shook as he nailed her hard and fast, his belly slapping against her arse, making it tremble, her tits squashed against the cold metal of the trailer.

Lucy threw her head back and howled, squirming her hips, grinding against the rim of the trailer, struggling to rub her throbbing clit against it.

As he pounded her brutally, grunting and groaning, Lucy began to mumble breathlessly and then scream, “Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Harder! HARDER! FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!”

His groans began to turn into words. “Whore! Slut! Fucking bitch! Take it! Take it! Yes! Yes! YESSSSSSSS!!!”

Hot spunk flooded her cunt and Lucy sobbed as his cock slid from her gaping hole. She writhed desperately, still frantic to cum but without his cock to pin her in place she fell, landing sprawled on her arse, arms and legs akimbo, on the oil-stained tarmac.

Zipping up his cock, the stranger slammed the trailer of his truck shut, climbed up into the cab and fired up the engine. As he pulled away, Lucy became aware of the circle of figures, standing in the shadows watching. Naked except for her shoes and the bracelet, she shuddered as icy rain began to fall and the men closed in on her.

* * *

Lucy walked up the path, her coat wrapped tightly round her body, her boots tip-tapping on the stones. She drew the card from her pocket, the address written in his hand, checked the house number and pressed the bell. The man who opened on the door was tall and saturnine, elegantly dressed and ruthlessly cold. He wrenched the coat from Lucy’s shoulders before the door was even closed, leaving her framed for a moment in the brightly lit doorway, naked except for thigh boots and the bracelet. He grasped her wrist and examined the bracelet, smiling a narrow smile to himself as he spelled out the word SLUT. He walked around her, slowly looking her up and down, standing too close and frowning down at her. Lucy lowered her chin, gazing up nervously at him through her eyelashes.

“Has he instructed you?”

“He told me I’m here to be obedient.”

“And what will happen to you if you are not?”

“He will take the bracelet away from me.”

“And do you want to take the bracelet off?”

“No.”

He slapped Lucy’s face hard and she shrieked, stumbling and falling to her knees on the cold tiled floor.

“No sir.”

Lucy swallowed back a sob. “No sir.”

From his pocket he took a leather strap. As Lucy blinked away her tears she saw it was a gag with a mouthpiece shaped like a thick cock head. He pressed it to her trembling lips and she opened her mouth wide, her jaw aching as the gag stretched it wide, sliding deep into her throat. Lucy gagged as he buckled it tightly behind her head. Her wide eyes pleading and frightened.

Grasping her roughly by her upper arm, he hauled her to her feet and down the cellar steps. Lucy tried to pull away from him in panic as her eyes adjusted to the gloom and she looked around the cellar. There were manacles hanging from the ceiling, metal rings in the floor and walls and against one wall a cupboard stood with its doors open revealing an array of dildos and straps and crops and whips and objects Lucy couldn’t identify. He shook her roughly. “Remember your instructions Lucy and what will happen if you are not obedient.”

Lucy slumped a little in his grip, her legs trembling beneath her and gave a low moan into her gag as he clasped the manacles around her wrists and hauled her up until her body was stretched out between floor and ceiling, her toes scrabbling for a foothold. From the cupboard he took a pole, maybe three feet long and strapped one end to each ankle, spreading her thighs achingly wide. He stepped back to look at his handiwork, at the frightened pale girl stretched obscenely open, scarlet lips wrapped around the monstrous gag, tits jiggling as she squirmed. He reached out one finger and slid it along her slit, flicking her clit and laughed as she jerked and screamed a muffled scream. His finger was dripping. He sucked it clean.

Walking behind her to the cupboard, he selected a whip with a plaited leather handle that split into an array of leather thongs, pointed and knotted at their tips. With flicks of his wrist he began to whisk it against her trembling flesh – her arse, her thighs, her belly – enjoying her moans and twitches and watching her skin begin to glow pink. He flicked sharply at her tits and Lucy shrieked, arching her back and wriggling. When her tits were hot and tingling he lowered his arm and flicked up into Lucy’s parted pussy lips. Lucy’s eyes opened wide with shock and she jerked, screaming as the sharp little thongs stung her sensitive flesh making it hot and swollen and wet.

Dropping the switch on the floor he took another weapon from the cupboard. This was a thick leather belt, split down the middle. A heavy, unforgiving belt designed to hurt. Concentrating on her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, he beat Lucy until the pink glow turned dark red and tears streamed down her face. Lucy no longer thought about how wet her pussy was but only about the pain of each crack of the strap. She groaned loudly into her gag willing him to stop before he beat her unconscious. She let her head fall back and went to close her eyes but the bracelet caught her eye, jangling and twinkling from beneath the manacles and Lucy sighed and bit down on the gag and bore the pain.

Finally he stopped and tossed the strap onto the floor. Lucy slumped and sighed with relief. But her relief was short lived when she saw him bend the riding crop in his hands. It was long and whippy with a tiny paddle of leather at its tip. Lucy sobbed and shook her head wildly, her moans and pleas muffled. But instead of applying it to her burning buttocks as she expected, he ran its tip across her belly and she squirmed as it trailed down her sides, along her thighs and up between her breasts. A blinding white light exploded in Lucy’s brain and a searing pain shot across her tits as he striped them scarlet with the whip, once, twice, three times in quick succession. Then he turned his attention to her nipples, applying the tip of the crop rapidly while Lucy wailed.

He didn’t stop until Lucy’s nipples were swollen to double their normal size and purple with bruises. Lucy was wretched, her arms and thighs aching, her flesh searing, her face streaked with mascara from her tears. Her body spasmed weakly as she felt the tip of the crop slide between her inflamed cunt lips and gently brush her swollen clit. She moaned and gazed at him helplessly, silently begging for release.

“Do you want it slut? Do you want to cum?”

Lucy nodded feverishly.

“Tell me.”

Lucy struggled against the gag and tried to cry out. He laughed.

“Doesn’t sound like you do want to cum.” He took the crop away.

Lucy writhed furiously, trying to thrust her hips forward towards the tip of the crop, moaning, almost screaming into the gag in her desperation to cum. She burned all over and she wanted to burn inside, wanted to feel the explosion, wanted to throw her head back and scream, wanted to wear the bracelet forever.

With a CRACK the whip landed on the tip of her clit and Lucy howled, arching and jerking. Again and again it fell, raining down sharp blows on her throbbing clit and she began to scream and scream, her head swimming, her blood pounding through her body, all shame gone, juice dripping from her cunt. He reached out and roughly pinched one swollen nipple, holding her steady so he could hit his target again. Lucy laid her head on her arm and whimpered, her eyes glassy, her tits heaving as she gulped down ragged breaths.

For a moment he stood, his arm in the air, the quivering crop brushing the ceiling, watching her panting and trembling, sweat dripping from her tortured body. And he smiled to himself as the crop whistled through the air.

* * *

Lucy wore the bracelet and a cardboard sign hung round her neck with string. It read ‘FREE FUCK’. In the flickering orange glow of a fire lit in a brazier, under the bridge, beneath the drip of rust-coloured water from the girders above, Lucy sprawled across a rotten packing crate. Her head hung back over the edge of the crate and her lips stretched around the shaft of a cock as it fucked her throat fiercely. The fingers of each hand were wrapped around cocks as she jerked them towards her trembling body. Strange hands grasped her ankles, lifting them high and wide as the owner of the cock in her cunt decided it was too gaping and sloppy from fucking and instead began forcing his way into her tight puckered arsehole.

Lucy moaned weakly, dazed as her head banged off the crate with each thrust, shivering as spunk cooled on her tits and belly, her throat red raw from fucking, her pussy bruised and swollen, her clit stiff and numb. She peeled her eyes open, lashes stuck together with cum, and peered into the darkness. She could just make out his upside-down figure as he circled with the camera, its red light glowing, filming her degradation. Lucy felt her clit tingle as she thought of it and, distracted, spluttered and choked as the cock in her throat unexpectedly blasted her full of cum. It glazed her face, plastering her hair in tendrils to her cheeks and neck. As she tried to lick her lips another cock was pressed against them and she swirled her tongue round its tip, sighing as it slid into her throat.

With a jerk, the cock in her right hand sprayed her belly with cum and she rubbed it into her skin, slipping her fingers into her slit and flicking her clit while the cock in her left hand spurted over her cunt lips. Idly she rubbed it in, groaning into the pounding shaft in her mouth as her arse was split wider, writhing impaled on the furiously thrusting cock. As her back began to arch and her fingers rubbed her clitty faster, her hands were snatched away and wrapped round two more cocks. Spunk flooded her arse as she sobbed with disappointment, so close to cumming but never allowed to finish it. For hours now he had filmed her, servicing every street-dweller in the city, sucking and jerking and riding their cocks. Her revulsion at their filth and stench long submerged beneath a desperate need to cum and a jaded lethargy as she felt her will washing away until she was nothing more than flesh for them to hammer and fuck and sate themselves with.

They flipped her over, her knees up on the edge of the crate, her hands on the ground, her tits swaying heavily below her. Spitting on her arsehole, rubbing it in with his thumb, another man forced his cock into her arsehole. Dear God he was HUGE! Lucy screamed, all lethargy suddenly gone. All around her, coarse cackles met her struggles, hands reached out to hold her tight, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips and thighs, her tits and belly. Slowly he began to screw his monstrous cock into her arse and Lucy kept screaming. He spat on it again and shoved it in another inch. A bottle was tipped into her open mouth and she choked on the fiery liquid that burned a path down to her belly. Her head began to spin and she groaned as he split her wider. Hands lifted her clear of the crate and the ground and she struggled and wrestled as they held her in mid air, her legs kicking, her buttocks wobbling, her tits bouncing as she writhed, screwing her body further onto his cock. A fist grabbed her hair and guided her head onto its owner’s cock. Lucy gagged and wriggled as he shoved it into her open mouth, fucking her face hard, the force of his thrusts pinning her onto the cock in her arse. She moaned and lapped the underside of his shaft, reaching out to grip his hips, the restraining hands releasing her now until she hung impaled on the two cocks.

Lucy’s body ached, her throat, her arse, her lower back as each double thrust crushed her body between theirs. But most of all her clit ached. She longed to get down on her knees and beg him to let her cum. She’d lie on her back on the filthy, rubbish-strewn cobbles, splayed wide open for his camera and the hard gaze of the homeless and frig and pinch and flick and rub until she came, arched and screaming. She writhed with pleasure at the thought of it, clenching the cock in her arse tight as it flooded her guts with hot spunk, filling her until her belly cramped and cum dripped from her gaping hole as he slid out of it. Lucy slumped heavily onto her knees and reached for her clit, rubbing it feverishly and sucking faster, his fist tugging at her hair, yanking her on and off his cock. Her whole pussy throbbed and her clit tingled and swelled and Lucy groaned loudly and shuddered and sucked harder…

With a squeal she fell, her face stinging from the slap, sprawled at the stranger’s feet, mouth still open, as his cum drenched her face and tits. Lucy gulped, licking her lips, her head ringing from the blow on the cobbles, hands fluttering against her belly, too shocked and trembling to finish what she had started, thwarted and unsatisfied again. In the silence that followed, he stepped close to her. Lucy could turn her head and rest her cheek on the tip of his boots. She began to weep, curling herself into a ball, wrapping her arms round his ankles, hauling herself up onto her knees until she was gazing, glassy-eyed, tear-streaked, fucked dizzy into the lens of his camera.

“What do you want, Slut?”

*SOB*

“What do you want, SLUT?”

“I want to cum.”

“How badly do you want it?”

*SOB SOB SOB*

“Don’t cry, Slut. You can have what you want. And because I’m a benevolent man, I’m going to give you a choice. Listen carefully.”

*Whimper*

“You can cum, you can finger your clit and cum screaming like a whore in the gutter. But afterwards, you must take off the bracelet, hand it to me and I’ll throw it in the canal, along with the camera and all the film I’ve taken of you tonight.”

*Sniff*

“Or, you can be obedient, with your hands behind your back, fingers locked together by the bracelet. You can control your sluttish cravings, submit to my will and admire the pretty movie when it’s posted on the internet. Make your choice well.”

Lucy shivered, her clit still throbbing its need. She toyed with the bracelet, imagined what life would be like without it. Thought of the freedom, the control, the fun she could have. Then she looked up at his dark figure, looming above her, face still hidden behind the camera. And with a deep and hopeless sigh, Lucy put her hands behind her back, bowing her head and entwining her fingers in the bracelet.

Lowering the camera, he reached into his pocket and drew out a silver charm – a tiny padlock and key. Gently taking her hand in his, he slid the padlock through the clasp of the bracelet and turned the key, locking the bracelet shut on her wrist. Then turning, he tossed the key high into the air and Lucy flinched as she heard it splash into the canal.