Dirty Diaries: A Darkly Erotic Novel

by Rimmer, Anita

  I woke up very hungry with still no idea how much time had passed, or even if it was the same day. I felt like I had slept a long time, so I thought maybe it was the next day. I just wanted to get out of there and I was getting desperate. And I wanted something to eat. I tried pulling on the bars of the cage for about the tenth time, but they still weren't budging. So I sat back again, miserable, and just waited.

  A while later the door opened again and Charles returned, still smiling at me. "So? What are your thoughts now?"

  I didn't care anymore. I had cried out all my anger and I just wanted something to eat and to get out of there. "It's fine," I said. "But I'm hungry. Can you please let me out now."

  Charles reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of granola bars. I eyed them hungrily. "You're not getting out just yet. There are some people that are anxious to meet you. But I can give you something to eat."

  I nodded. At the moment the idea of food was much more important than freedom.

  "But you'll need to trade me for it," he said.

  I stared at him blankly, not sure what he meant. "I have nothing to give you," I said.

  He smiled again. "Sure you do." He stuck a hand through the bars and turned it face up, his gaze fixed on my body. My clothes. He wanted me to trade my clothes for the food. At this point, I could care less. I quickly stripped everything off and handed it to him, grabbing the food as he offered it. I ripped open the packages and ate both of them quickly, barely tasting anything. Charles just watched me quietly until I was done.

  "Better?" he asked. I nodded, although I felt like I could eat a lot more than that.

  "Do you have any more?"

  "You'll get something else. I just want to make sure you behave. Someone will be in to see you soon. Make sure they leave happy." With that, he was gone again, taking my clothes with him.

  I sat in the cage for a while, naked now, except for my collar, but not as hungry. Being naked usually didn't bother me so much, but now that I was helplessly locked up in a cage I felt like I was a zoo animal on display. All I could do was wait for the next paying customer to come by and stare at me, hopefully dropping some treats into my habitat. Except I knew that the customers coming here weren't going to just stare. And what they were likely to offer me were unlikely to be treats. Not to me, anyway.

  Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it. I had nothing to cover myself with except my hands. My dignity had been sold for a couple of breakfast bars.

  A little while later I heard the door unlock and open, then close and lock again. Heavy footsteps announced the arrival of the man before he came into view, but when he did I gasped at the site of him. He was huge. Easily over six feet tall and probably over 400 pounds. He had almost no neck of which to speak, but he had at least two or three chins to make up for it. His arms were like tree trucks and his skin was a pasty white. He had a scruffy beard that looked like it was hiding a lot of acne. His short dark hair was greasy and he had big black eyes that immediately roamed across my body. A big grin broke across his face as he looked at me.

  "Nice," was all he said. He was wearing a long black overcoat and he reached into his pocket with a massive hand and then brought out a long leather cord. He stuck one end through the bars and grunted at me. "Put this on."

  I grabbed the end and looked at it, unsure what it was at first. It had a metal snap on the end, like it was meant to attach to something. Suddenly it was clear. It was a leash. I looked up at him to protest, but his face had lost its grin from earlier and I lost my nerve immediately. Charles had said I had to make him happy. I attached the end of the leash to the loop on my collar.

  As I did that, the giant bent down and put a key into the lock on my cage, opening the door. He reached in and grabbed the end of the leash, giving it a rough yank.

  "Come 'ere, little bitch," he said. I wasn't sure if he was calling me a bitch because he was an asshole, or if he was trying to refer to me as a dog. Actually, either way I decided he was an asshole.

  I got down on my hands and knees so that I could come out of the door. My B cup tits hanging down and swaying slightly as I crawled.

  "Good doggy," he said. Well, that answered that. "Sit!" he commanded. I stopped crawling now that I was out of the cage and went to sit in a cross legged position. The huge man yanked hard on the leash, wrenching my neck and causing me to cry out in pain. "Sit like a dog!" he snarled.

  How the hell does a dog sit? Probably not cross legged. I got up on my knees and put my hands on them.

  "Now beg." he said.

  "For what?" I asked.

  Another yank on the leash brought me almost flat down on my stomach. "Dogs don't talk," he snarled again. This guy really wanted some realism to this fantasy.

  I went to rub my sore neck but then stopped myself. Dogs wouldn't rub their neck. I got back into a sitting position and looked up at him. I raised my hands into a curled position, as if they were paws in front of me, and then stuck out my tongue and panted. "Woof," I said, unsure what he wanted me to do.

  He smiled down at me, but it had no warmth to it. "Good dog." He reached a hand into one of his pockets and brought out a little biscuit and tossed it at me. It hit me in the chest and bounced off one of my breasts, hitting the floor. I again stopped myself before I reached out to grab it. Instead I bent down and picked it up with my mouth, gobbling it down quickly.

  With my head still down near the ground, I saw the big man drop to his knees out of the corner of my eye. Then I felt a big hand on my head, rubbing my hair. Patting me. "That's a good doggie," he said. "Now lay down and roll over, I'll give you a belly rub. Doggies love belly rubs."

  I got down onto the carpet and rolled onto my back, eyeing the big man warily. My naked body was completely exposed to him now. My breasts and pink nipples were pointing up at the ceiling, my blond bush the only thing hiding my pussy lips from his view.

  I watched as he reached one meaty hand down and touched my belly. His hand was warm but felt rough as he rubbed it in circles. He must work with his hands. He continued this for a few moments but then his hands wandered higher, grabbing roughly at my breasts and tweaking my nipples. He continued doing that for a few minutes, staring done at me with his harsh black eyes. I turned my own gaze away, not wanting to look at him anymore. I was humiliated enough, I didn't need to see this man staring at me as if I was something less than human.

  His hands continued to pull on my nipples roughly and despite myself, I felt them start to harden. My sensitive nubs never fail to get aroused when tugged on and this was no exception, despite how the rest of me felt. Eventually his hands started to wander down my body until they met my bush. I hadn't trimmed in a little while, so it had grown longer than I usually kept it. The man pushed his thick fingers through the hair and then down along my lips. The roughness of his fingers rubbing along my clit sent an unwelcome tingle along my spine. I hated how my body betrayed me in situations like this. I felt utterly humiliated, yet I could feel myself getting wet at the same time.

  He dipped a finger into my moistening hole and then pulled it back up and through my hair again. This time, though, he grabbed a handful of my pubes and gave a little tug. I took a sharp breath in surprise, letting out a little whimper of pain.

  The big man just chuckled, giving my belly another little stroke. "Does doggie want another treat? I know what doggies like." He reached into yet another pocket on the inside of his jacket and pulled out a small jar of peanut butter. My mouth started watering at the site of that. I was starving and I did actually love peanut butter, even if there wasn't anything to put it on. I'd eat it right out of the jar at this point.

  He opened the top and stuck a couple of fingers in, coating them. “I’ve heard that puppies love peanut butter.” He lowered his fingers down to me and I eagerly started to lick them. I ran my tongue up and down his rough digits, trying to get every last bit of the creamy treat. I didn't care that his hands didn't even look very clean. When it was all gon
e, I closed my mouth and looked up at him, hoping he would offer me some more. My stomach was growling now, those small bits of food were just a tease after having nothing for so long.

  He place the jar down on the floor and stood back up. My eyes went immediately to the peanut butter and watched it closely, wondering how much of it I could cram into my mouth if I just grabbed it quickly before he could yank on the leash hard enough to pull me off. I was suddenly distracted as I noticed his pants and underwear hitting the floor out of the corner of my eye.

  I looked up and saw he had pulled off his jacket and stood there in an old dirty sweatshirt, his pants around his ankles and his cock standing straight out in front of him, ready to go. And what a cock it was. I find from experience that a lot of really fat guys often had small dicks, but this guy was definitely an exception that made the rule. His cock was as big proportionally as the rest of him. It was like he had a two or three cans of soup standing end to end jutting out from his body. Super thick and bigger than average length.

  He squatted back down and picked up the jar as he dipped his fingers back in and scooped out a huge handful. He then smeared it all over his cock. Another handful and he covered his balls as well. He picked up my leash and gave it a tug. "Here girl, come and get it!" he said.

  I didn't even care how demeaning it was, I scrambled quickly onto all fours and shuffled over to his cock, immediately wrapping my lips around it and using my tongue to scrape off every bit of peanut butter I could reach. I bathed his big hairy balls with a coating of saliva that replaced the sweet topping that was covering it, and as I did I watched his dick grow even bigger.

  The big man squirmed in delight as he felt my tongue dig into his balls to get a bit that had dropped under his sac and then continue up and back onto his shaft to make another pass. When his cock was licked completely clean, I continued to nuzzle around his groin looking for more and watched happily as he picked up the jar again.

  Filling his hand once more, he started to rub it under his balls and I immediately started to eat it away before he was even done spreading it. I followed his hand closely and didn't even notice where it was heading until the taste of the peanut butter started to change slightly. It was all of a sudden more tangy, and not quite as sweet. I looked up and realized that I was digging the last bit of it out of his asshole, having crawled completely under the big man.

  I stopped as soon as I realized what I was doing, but he barked at me as soon as my tongue disappeared from his hole. "Finish the job, you dumb bitch. Eat your treat!" I felt his huge hand push against the back of my head, mashing my face into his ass. I stuck out my tongue and continued eating the rest of the peanut butter, licking the rim of his vile asshole to do so. I started to smell him now, and it wasn't a pleasant odor. When I had finally gotten everything I stopped and he pulled on my leash to get me to come out from under him.

  As I emerged I saw his mammoth cock again, the tip shiny with pre-cum and I knew he was ready to go. He flipped me back over onto my hands and knees and grabbed my ass hard with one hand. I felt his other hand press against my pussy and it felt slimy. I looked back and saw him smearing a large amount of peanut butter on my hole. He was going to use that as a lubricant since he knew there was no way he could get that huge dong of his into me without something helping it along.

  Before I could object, unsure whether it would even work but mostly just glad he had brought the smooth variety instead of the chunky, I felt the hard tip of his cock push against my lips, spreading them wide.

  I let out a loud groan as he pushed slowly into me. His cock was so thick it was spreading the walls of my vagina obscenely, filling me more than ever before. The peanut butter lubricant was working, although it still allowed for a lot of friction that was stimulating me with each buttery inch. He had both big hands grabbing my hips now, and he balanced his big frame on his own knees.

  When I finally felt his pelvis touch my ass and knew he had pushed himself all the way in, I let out a breath of relief that I didn't even know I was holding. My body had adjusted to his size, but it still felt like someone had parked a truck in my vagina.

  Pausing for only a moment, the large man now started to pull his dick out, the peanut butter lube causing his dick to rub against me and heat up . It was a strange sensation, but I had to admit that the combination of his size and the friction had already started to make me feel pretty good. It helped that I was on all fours and not forced to look at him.

  He began to thrust in earnest now. In and out, a steady rhythm to the soundtrack of his heavy breathing. I leaned forward against one arm and let my other one slide back down behind me to touch my under-stimulated clit. I was already feeling turned on, but I wanted to get off. There was no point in wasting this huge cock and letting him be the only one that gets to cum. I may hate my situation, but I'm always one to make the best of things if possible.

  I started to rub my little button, using the discharge from my pussy as lubricant - a slippery mixture of my juices, peanut butter and his pre-cum. The grittiness of the peanut butter was a new feeling on my clit, the friction it created causing my own orgasm to start to approach almost immediately.

  The big man behind me started to grunt harder, his breathing getting louder and more labored. I redoubled the efforts on my clit, trying to finish before he did or else I may not get the chance. The hard cock pounding my pussy was starting to throb and his hands started to dig harder into my hips. My fingers spun along my clit at a furious pace and the tension in my own body started to build.

  Back and forth his cock slammed into me, the walls of my pussy being rubbed hard by the thickness within. With a groan, his nails started to cut my skin as they pressed hard and his hips rammed against me a final time. With a sudden gush, I felt his cock spew forth a torrent of cum that splashed against my cervix. The feeling of his final hard thrust and the hot rush of liquid pushed me over the edge. My own body started to shake, contracting against the object within, trying to milk even more fluid from its depths.

  I let out a scream of pleasure as pleasure wracked my body. I was still impaled by the thick spear jutting out from the giant behind me, but it was already starting to lose some of its firmness. I continued to shake and shudder around it even as I felt him draw back and pull out. His cum oozed out from the newly vacant hole that was not stretched wider than normal. Once free, I collapsed onto my belly with my small white ass still up in the air.

  I could hear the man behind me stand up and pull his pants back up. "Back in your cage little pup," he said. I was too tired to move at first, but a rough nudge from his boot caused me to scramble onto my hands and knees and crawl back into my little cell. He shut the door behind me and relocked it, and then left without another word.

  I lay down on the thin carpet, peanut butter and cum still leaking from my pussy. If I had been able to, I would have liked to have had a shower but since I was trapped, I just let myself surrender to the post orgasm drowsiness and I fell quickly asleep.

  I woke to a banging on my cage. Through bleary eyes I saw Charles unlocking my door. He had my clothes from the other day in his hands. Once the cage was opened he dropped them down.

  "Good job last night," he said. "You'll make a good pet. You've earned a little break."

  He turned and left. I could hear that he didn't lock the door. Wasting no time in getting out of the cage, I ran into the shower and cleaned myself thoroughly, spending a lot of time washing dried peanut butter out of my vagina. Once I was done, I threw on my clothes before I was even dry, anxious to leave this room before Charles had a chance to come back or change his mind. I got back into my room downstairs and fell onto my bed, my head spinning with thoughts about what I should do next. On my pillow was a crisp, new, $50 bill. A bonus for my time as a dog.

  Week 28-30

  Things are hazy. I don't know for sure how much time has passed, but I would guess at least two or three weeks. I haven't written not because nothing has happened, but because I've
had no access to my journal, or even my room. I've also lacked the mental capacity to write anything anyway.

  Even as I log this, I'm in the cage which has essentially become my new home. Charles finally gave into one of my requests and provided me with a pen and notebook as well as a few books to help me pass the time, although only after putting in a secret compartment at the side of the cage behind the toilet. He still wants to give the illusion that I'm a complete slave to any of his clients. In his words, he doesn't want them to see how soft he is, how he's giving in to me.

  I don't even remember how it is that he got me to come back up here. I'm sure part of it was seeing how just one session with that first client paid me almost as much in bonus as I use to make per week with Frank. But I also think there was something else. I remember Charles had invited me to his office the day after I had fucked that huge man, and I distinctly recall having a conversation about how I wasn't really that interested in being treated like a dog or a slave.

  He said he understood, and then offered me a drink so that we could talk about how we would go forward instead. After that, things get a bit muddy. The next thing I remember, I was back in the cage after all, naked once again except for the collar.