Troy Wins

Carrie arches her back against gravity as Troy enters her fully. Her entire body feels electrified; she throws her head back and hisses in pleasure as Troy speeds up his tempo inside of her. He thrust his full member inside her all at once; it should have torn her apart, but Carrie was so turned on by his plans that he glided right into her.

Troy takes a hand off of Carrie's hip, grabs her hair, and lifts his back, pulling her head upward and backward to exaggerate her already-arched back. He grabs her breast roughly with his other hand to accentuate her **** position.

Carrie lets out a soft cry as Troy again sharply twists her nipple and yanks on her hair.

"I always liked to hear Johnny's girls scream with pleasure while I pounded them out. Show them what they're missing with him, you know?" Carrie pants heavily from the pressure on her spine and from the beating her pussy is taking. She nods desperately as well as she can against his grip on her hair.

"Your sex life is going to be very different." Thank God, Carrie thinks to herself. "I don't need to impress you. I don't need to woo you. You're going to be here for me until I get tired of you, aren't you?" Carrie grunts from pain, pleasure, and excitement. She makes another stunted nod. Her choices in this relationship are few.

She feels Troy's hand leave her throbbing nipple and-

*Smack!*

"What was that, whore?" Troy slaps her face again to punctuate his question.

"I'm... not... going... anywhere!" Carrie grunts the words in between thrusts. The tingling in her pussy grows more intense with each motion of Troy's hips. Troy isn't holding back; she feels the impact of his every thrust against her pelvis. Troy lets go of her hair and leans over for a moment. Shortly thereafter, he straightens up and...

"OWWmmph!" Troy grabs her abused nipple and jerks it, HARD, away from Carrie's body. Immediately after she opens her mouth in pain, he shoves the balled up cloth back into her mouth.

Ouch! I think I traded a weak peasant for a domineering General today. Carrie wonders what you're doing right now. Driving aimlessly around town? Have you made it home; are you wanking yourself furiously on the bed? Will you even be able to jerk off in the next few days, or will you be pissing blood? She throws herself backward as she imagines you adding her name to the list of Troy's misappropriations.

Carrie heard Troy's phone connect a call. "Hey, Archie. You got anything going on Thursday afternoon?" ... "No, I was thinking of bringing everyone over here."

Is he already offering me up to his friends? HE hasn't even come in me yet! Christ. Troy is nothing if not efficient. Carrie shudders and feels an orgasm welling up between her legs. Troy doesn't seem to be a bluffing man.

"I've got a hooker on loan who doesn't have anywhere to go and is totally down for some serious gang work." ... "Yeah. I was thinking running it between ten in the morning until midnight? I'll have food brought in. Figure maybe a hundred bucks a head, fifty for a second run."

Oh. Not exactly his friends. Carrie feels her heart drop again. She didn't wake up this morning expecting to be in this position now. Well, technically, yes, she did expect to be in this position. Physically, that is.

"Ehh. She'll just have to risk it. Tell them to wrap it up or take the risk themselves as well this time. I'll test her Friday and if we knock her up or give her the clap I'll toss her out, otherwise, we'll require papers starting next week and maybe try to run two flights a week."

"OOOommmphh! Umf! MMMMMMM!" Carrie bucks involuntarily and screams out an explosive orgasm into her gag. What contempt! Knock her up or give her an STD? Toss her out? She'll have to risk it?

"MMMMPH!" Carrie still moans out her orgasm through her gag. Troy slaps the side of Carrie's head to silence her without breaking the cadence of either his conversation or his thrusting. "Mmmmmph..." Two flights a week? How can he think like this?

"Yeah, I'm breaking her in. You want some early access tonight?" ... Oh, my God... ... "Ahh, that's a shame. Well, come by Wednesday evening so you don't have to push through sloppy seconds on Thursday. No charge." ... "Yeah, can you post it on both forums and send out the email? I'll send you the pictures and a sample video in about a half an hour." ... "Great! I've got a few more calls to make." ... "Thanks, man. See you Wednesday. Oh! Her name's Carrie and I think she was an actress or a dancer or something. Some of them might know her."

Pictures. Sample video. Posted online. ... WAS a dancer. So that's it. Less then seventy-two hours from now, Carrie will be a whore. And twenty-four hours after that, she will either be a professional hooker or she'll be on the street with either a baby or a disease. No matter what her professional status, by Friday, her societal status will be that of gutter trash. And she's certain that along the way she'll pick up a few more bruises or other markings to make the week memorable.

Carrie shudders again in a miniature orgasm as the degradations pile on her, thick and fast.

John could never have pulled something like this off. Troy did this off the cuff in about twenty-five minutes. I don't have any choices here.

Troy ends his call and Carrie turns her neck to glare at him. He snorts a laugh at her expression, then looks up and smiles widely. He slaps the back of her head, hard, and then taps the window. Carrie looks where he points and gasps. Her pussy immediately starts throbbing again with pleasure and she feels noticeably more moisture surround Troy's cock inside her.

He's been there all this time? While I'm being whored out and starring in a miniature porn film? That's so pathetic! Carrie realizes that the reason Troy chose this room is that the windows overlooked his front stoop and he could keep an eye out for you. And there you were, pulling yourself unsteadily to your feet and staggering down the walkway. Carrie laughs into the gag when you stumble for a moment and lean away from the walkway to retch into a bush.

Troy dials another number and apparently reaches a voicemail; he leaves a message asking a buddy to bring over some of his "lighting equipment and mics". Carrie's pussy gushes more and more as humiliation washes over her. She has nothing else to do but to watch out the window, grunting into her gag, and watch you start to walk down the walkway again after regaining your balance. You turn and look back toward the door, hesitating.

Troy finishes his third call by making an appointment that Wednesday at The Body Boutique, a tattoo and piercing shop on the main strip. At the same time, Carrie sees you turn back and take a half of a step toward the front door of the house before stopping yourself and slowly starting toward your car on the street.

Poor little Johnny! Thinking about asking Troy for a freebie?

That's enough for her; she enters the throes of another massive orgasm.

Fuck you, loser. At least you admitted defeat before you wasted any more of our time.

This time, Troy's pace quickens as Carrie bucks and twitches; she feels even more moisture flood inside of her, although this time it is not her own.