by Nicola Diaz
I start to watch, to observe the people playing, checking for tricks, trying to figure out their poker faces. I think I do too, all except Axel’s. He is particularly hard to read, so soon enough I stop trying. I will just flash him a little more of my boobs if I get to play him. It is seeming more and more likely too, as we win set after set of the games that we are playing, getting closer to each other. This is a poker death match, a winner takes all game, and it really seems like Axel and I will be the last players standing.
I knew this when I came in here. I knew that I wasn’t going to just make the money that I needed and then get out of there. I would have to ride it out until the end, and that is what I intended to do. Besides, I would never have to worry about student loans again after this, if I win, and it is looking more and more likely. Then suddenly it is me an Axel, and I am nervous. I am incredibly fucking nervous.
The cards are dealt, and I look at his face before I look at my cards. Still I cannot read his face, and this frustrates me to no end. There is no time for frustration as we sit down at the table, ready for the final face off. I look at my cards, and cringe. There are three hands better that the one I have, and he could have either one of these. It’s an all or nothing match, and if I lose, then I end up owing him and his associates a lot of money. I didn’t come in here with a lot of money.
I loosen another button on my shirt, wishing that Axel could see my thighs through the table. There must be a way to distract him. My tits all but jump out of my shirt now, held back by my bra. Leaning forward, feeding his eyes my cleavage, I drop my cards on the table, and cross my fingers. I cross my toes too for good measure, and I watch his hands as he brings the cards down on the table. Fuck, he has beaten me. Where the fuck did he get that ace from. I thought I had counted the cards perfectly.
Could this game have been rigged? I don’t think so, but I’m sure I counted the cards correctly. And even if it was rigged, surely I would have seen something. But he is hard to read, and I don’t know how any of the other players in the room have been in on this. I think of my student loans. I think of the men that I now owe a lot of money to. Shit, I am totally fucked. Axel though seems to know that I am unable to pay, and he comes up to me, takes both my breasts in his hand, and then comes down to my ear. He whispers ‘there are other ways a pretty young thing like you can make this money problem disappear…’
Then he leaves me to think about what he has just said. I know in my gut what he is asking of me, and I want to do it. I have entertained the fantasy for so long that it has threatened to burn a hole right through my pussy. I cross my legs, not wanting him to sense how this offer excites me, not wanting him to see my intrigue. I look at his face, hard, cold, and still unreadable.
“How long?” I ask him.
“Three months,” he says.
“And do I have a say in what exactly gets done to me?” I question, needing to know, but already knowing the answer.
“No…Just be here tomorrow night, ready for the experience of a lifetime. And come with an open mind…that will help you very much!” His tone is suddenly very sinister. What does he mean I should come with an open mind? The next three months could just turn out to be the best three months of my life, or the worst…
Chapter 2
Tomorrow comes too soon and I am in the underground poker room again. This time the men present seem to know that I am their entertainment, and while some of them concentrate on the poker game they are playing, most of them look at me. Axel looks at me closely too, wanting to see my resolve, see if I’m willing to settle my debt in the manner that he sees fit. I know deep down though that I have to, or else I could end up face down in cement, set in the bottom of the river.
He comes up to me, and pulls my skirt away from me easily. It is held together by Velcro and one button, so this isn’t altogether impossible. Then he unbuttons my shirt, slowly, seeming to get more and more excited when he realizes that I am not wearing a bra. The shirt joins the skirt on the floor and I am standing there in full view of these dozen or so men, with nothing but my panties on and my perfect tits heaving up and down on my chest, the nerves.
I cannot look at him now, not wanting him to see the anxiety mixed with excitement in my eyes. The one thing I am always unable to hide is my sexual arousal, and my nipples are already giving me away. He seems to put this down to the cold in the room though because he pulls on my nipples hard and sniggers, telling the onlookers that I must be feeling the chill. Axel takes my face in his hand and holds it up to him, sending his tongue out of his mouth and then licking the side of my face. His tongue is warm, unexpectedly, and then when he leaves my face, the spit is cold suddenly.
He takes out a knife, and runs the tip of it over my cunt, resting it briefly on my clit, and then working it up the elastic that is keeping my G-string up. With a quick flick of the blade my panties fall to the floor, and I am completely naked now. I am hit by a stiff cold breeze from every angle, not sure where the wind is coming from. There is no air conditioning in the basement, and no open windows. But I am much colder than I think I should be with so many heavy breathers in the space.
Axel turns me around, almost as though he were parading a prized filly at auction. Wolf whistles resound in the room, and even the poker players stop their game, taking in the view. Again I am facing him, and he parts my legs with his hand, holding the handle of the blade in his hands towards my quivering pussy. I don’t know what to expect, and remember just that he said that I should come with an open mind. My legs are more open than my mind at the moment though.
He turns me so that I am facing away from him now again, and out of nowhere he pulls out a rope. He ties it around my neck quickly and forces me to my knees. Then he instructs me to kiss his shoes, which I do, tentatively. Then he says that I must lick his thick boots, which I do, tasting the leather on my tongue, tasting dust too. I keep licking the tips of his boots though, hoping that the taste will normalize in my mouth. It doesn’t though, and my tongue is suddenly thick with the taste of leather and earth.
Still I lick his boots, and then kiss them. He seems pleased with this, because he comes down to me suddenly and lifts my head to face him again. He drops a tender kiss on my lips, and then sticks his tongue deep in my throat. Then he looks over too where the men are finishing up their poker game, signaling for then to wrap things up with his eyes. They do, and then the table is cleared. Many hands lift me off the floor and I am suddenly face down and spread eagle on the table. My mind races with thoughts of what could possibly come next.
A finger is suddenly in my cunt, too quickly. My pussy is warm, but still too dry for this invasion. The finger moves around roughly inside me for a moment, and then without warning another one is added. I cannot tell if these are Axel’s fingers or not, my head hanging over the edge of the tiny poker table. When the fingers become three I let out a scream, the thick intruders in my cunt really going to work now. All the way in, deep inside me, too deep, these fingers make quick and rigorous work of my small punani. I hope the three is all I will have to deal with for now.
But suddenly three fingers become four, and my cunt starts to ache. It is bordering on unbearable, and so I let out another scream. The laughter in the room rings in my ears, and as I look around, I see hands on cocks, stroking, rubbing their meat over their jeans. I wonder if I will be able to handle this wild group, hoping that they will at least have the sense or kindness to wait until I am wet.
I try to will my cunt to produce its natural lubrication, but nothing. Four fingers inside my dry snatch really tear away at my tenderness. I hold on to the edge of the table, hoping that this will be over soon. But k know that these are fingers, and unlike cock, nature has no control over when they will tire of moving in and out of me. The fingering gets more and more aggressive, and then suddenly they are ripped out of me. I breathe a huge sigh of relief, but my relief is short-lived.
A negotiation ensues, Axel bartering my pussy and my ass to someone he lost
to recently. The winner seems eager, too eager, and I wonder just how much Axel lost to this man, how much he owes him. I wonder how much my cunt and ass are worth in this particular transaction. I am still sore though, and still very dry. All I hear is ‘one hour’, before I see Axel in front of me, hand on his own cock now, outlining the full length of his massive erection. I only hope that the man behind me isn’t as huge.
A finger makes its way into my asshole, and at the same time I am pulled back across the table, so that my legs hang on the edge now, my ass bent over the rounded curve of the table’s edge. I don’t know what would be worse, my dry cunt, or my too-tight-for-this-shit asshole, but there is no time for me to even wonder which of my holes is about to be penetrated. A blob of spit falls on my asshole and then another finger is added. Two fingers stretch my asshole now, sending a deep burn all through the circumference of my hole.
My face is lifted up again, and fingers creep into my mouth. Axel is asking me if I am ready, but I know that this is just a mock question, because as soon as the two fingers are removed from my asshole the thick tip of a cock takes their place. This cock is unforgiving too, sliding all the way inside me in a single stroke. Then it starts to thrust, and my ass is pulled back a little more into the cock. The fingers in my mouth belong to Axel, and I know that they were the same fingers that were just in my pussy because I can taste myself on them.
He digs deep into my mouth, and then I try to focus on this oral invasion instead of the dick that is now ramming into my asshole. I know that he only has an hour to use my body to pay Axel’s debt, but it promises to be a very long hour. The dick in my asshole really burns now, really stretching my hole, and I cannot even scream anymore. I usually like being fucked in the ass, but only when I am prepared. I am not prepared at all for this invasion.
The dick in my ass isn’t thick, but it is very long. The way it snakes into me hurts, really hurts, and I can’t take it. I hold on to the table now, focusing more on the fingers in my mouth. Then my mouth is pulled open suddenly, and Axel spits into it, his warm spit hitting the back of my throat. Again he spits into my mouth, and I choke on this blob. I cough onto the table now, and the spit mixed with some of my own lands on the wooden surface.
Still my ass is annihilated. The cock inside it moving faster and faster, so that I think that it is really ripping through me. Suddenly it is out of my ass though, and snaking its way into my pussy. My cunt is still dry though, and every inch that works its way into me hurts like fucking hell. There is no way to describe how I feel right now, and when it settles deep into my pussy it doesn’t even rest. I am not even sure if he has a condom on, but that is the least of my worries right now.
He goes for it, really goes for it. My cunt is on fire now, and I really want him out of me. I don’t know the time that has elapsed. I don’t know how much time there is left for this fucking, but he seems to be gaining some real momentum. I expect him to cum at any moment now, but he doesn’t, taking longer and longer to blow. The spit in my mouth becomes a tongue again, and I know that this belongs to Axel. He licks my face again, and then spits directly onto my face.
The humiliation I feel right now is something that I cannot hide. I try to turn my head away from him, but he holds my face towards his, and smiles at me. His smile lets me know that this is far from over, and I know this, because I agreed to three months of this shit. What would have happened to me if I hadn’t agreed though? This is something that I don’t want to find out. I can handle this, I tell myself, this I can take. So what if my cunt isn’t wet yet, and so what if my ass wasn’t ready for this invasion? I can take this, I really have no choice.
The dick in my cunt starts to pulse now, and I know that he is going to blow at any minute. Finally he does, and I almost anticipate the feeling of wet sticky semen inside my cunt. But he obviously has a condom on, because he pulls his cock from me and comes up to take Axel’s place near my face. He rolls the condom off his cock now, and as I watch it soften, he holds my head to the side, and squeezes the contents of the condom over my lips, some of it making its way into my mouth. I try to stop it from hitting my tongue, but then he just uses his fingers to feed me the sticky fluid. I have no choice but to swallow some of it. It is cold, and I really hate it. This is really going to be a long three months. I brace myself for it, and as I leave, already prepare myself for the next day’s torture and humiliation. Deep inside me though, I know that I like it. I actually like it a hell of a lot.
Chapter 3
Back in the basement the next day I am stripped almost as quickly as the night before. I am not wearing any panties now, or a bra, remembering the fate of my last pair. Axel holds my face to his again, and he runs his nose against mine. I think that maybe, just maybe tonight might be a little bit better than the night before. I cannot be prepared for what is about to happen to me though, no way of knowing what was about to go down here tonight.
Axel does a strange thing now though. He sticks his nose deep into my nostrils, both of them, and then takes my nose between his teeth. He bites hard, so hard that I almost expect my nose to be left in his teeth when he finally pulls away. When he does though, he just licks my nose a little more, really sticking his tongue deep into my nostrils. Then he sticks his tongue in my mouth, moving it around rigorously, before spitting in my mouth again. His tongue goes so deep into my mouth that I choke on it, Axel not removing it for a moment too long, and I feel like I am going to pass out.
But then his tongue is outside my mouth, and I can breathe. I gasp for air, really gasp, choking on my attempts. I am taken to the table again, pulled there by Axel, who has my hair in a hold. The table is cleared by the time we get there, and it is clear that they are not even going to play any poker tonight. The group seems to be intent on watching this evenings proceedings. I am pushed down hard on the table, my legs parted, and my cunt invade by fingers that are not Axel’s, because he has one hand in my hair, and the other running across my face.
These fingers belong to more than one guy though, I knows this, because the length and texture of these fingers is very different. My cunt seems to be playing along today though, because I am getting really wet. More fingers creep inside me, and I really like this. I lose count of how many fingers are creeping inside me though, and when they become excessive, my cunt starts to ache a little bit. Then my pussy starts to hurt, a lot, and my cunt is getting more wet though, so I can take it.
I am lifted onto the table, face up this time, and after the fingers fiddle a little bit longer inside me, Axel gets a candle. When he returns to me, he has a candle in one hand, lit, and a cane in the other. I know instinctively what he is going to do with these items, and so I brace myself. But nothing can really prepare me for what is coming. I am not ready when hot wax pours on my tits, then my belly, and then scorches my clit, covering my cunt almost completely.
He continues to pour this hot wax on my cunt, covering it in layer after layer of hot liquid, drying almost as soon as it lands on my pussy. I try to close my legs, to cover up my cunt, anything to escape this onslaught, but my legs are held open my hands whose owners I cannot see. My head is held back over the edge of the table, and balls are rubbed in my face. I cannot see whose balls they are though, just that they are large, and wet with sweat.
The owner of these balls forces them into my mouth as Axel continues to rain hot wax on me. I cannot even think to suck on these balls, tasting them as they move over my tongue and onto my teeth. He really works them into my mouth, and I eventually just open my mouth and take them. There is nothing even vaguely erotic about this situation, just very humiliating. I hate it, and I hate the fact that I have no choice in what is going to happen to me. But my curiosity is so strong that I look straight passed the barriers that are working their way into my mind now.
The balls keep moving in my mouth as more and more hot wax pours on me. I just about settle into the invasion in my mouth, just about accept the wax pouring over the front of me, when suddenly my
hands and feet are bound. They are restrained so tightly that I feel a soft burn in my joints, and this burn temporarily supersedes the burning wax on my front. There are a few moments where I think that I might just end up at the bottom of the Hudson anyway.
When the balls are removed from my mouth at last, I start to think that maybe I could have been a little more involved with them, but there is just too much going on. I am turned onto my stomach now though, as soon as the wax dries completely on my front. My hands dig into my belly, and the position is more than a little uncomfortable. My full weight is on my hands too, and although the wax doesn’t crack, my hands dig into my stomach.
More hot wax lands on my back, and works its way down my ass. I arch, but am immediately pressed back down on the table. My ass cheeks are parted and wax is dropped directly on my asshole. I wriggle for a moment, and then more hands hold my ass down. Then my asshole is completely covered in wax, and I am left for a moment, just so that it can dry. When it does, my hole squeezes shut, and I feel like a perfectly sealed moth, in a cocoon, with no hope of escaping.
