Miss Julie Ch. 5 by jack_straw

Miss Julie Ch. 5 by jack_straw

Dive into the intoxicating world of “Miss Julie Ch. 5” by jack_straw, where passion and desire collide in an unforgettable tale. Discover the intricate dynamics between characters as they explore their deepest fantasies. Join the adventure and experience a captivating blend of romance and steamy encounters that will leave you wanting more!

Chapter 17: Julie realizes what she’s done

Julie Jasper felt like she was floating on a cloud as consciousness began to creep on her, and she realized in her dreamy state that she was having a positively awful dream. It was like a nightmare, a nightmare of filthy, perverted sex. Like a picture that slowly comes into focus, Julie began to gradually become more aware of things. Something just didn’t feel right as she struggled to reach wakefulness.

Finally, her eyes opened painfully. As she rubbed her eyes, she was mystified by the large amount of crusty sleep surrounding her eyes. Then, she sat up with a start. Where in God’s name was she, and what was she doing there? As she looked around the room, she saw that this was definitely not the Kansas City Hyatt, which she knew had been her destination when she had left Dallas on Friday.

Then she looked down at herself and was appalled at what she saw. She was naked on a bed with damp, sticky sheets and she was covered with dry, white crusty streaks all over her body, including her face. Her body was also streaked with grime and grit. Her hair was a stiff mat of dried tangled spikes. The bed was also covered with white crusty stuff and dotted with wet spots. The room reeked of stale sweat and of another strong, peculiar odor that she couldn’t quite place, and she was alarmed when she realized that much of the smell was coming from her body as well as the filthy sheets.

Then, as she tried to get up, she realized that every muscle in her body ached, she had red scratch marks all over her sides and on her buttocks, her knees were sore and raw, and she had a dull ache between her legs. Her vagina and anus felt stretched and distended. She reached down with a hand to examine herself between her legs, and recoiled when she found a large amount of wetness pooling out the gaping hole that was her vagina.

Realizing she had to pee badly, she went to the bathroom, during which time several big plops of stuff fell out of her pussy and ass into the water. When she wiped herself, she came away with not only the last few drops of pee, but also a gooey, sticky substance that she knew immediately was a man’s sperm. Fighting off a wave of panic, she tried to recall what had happened. She had broken down on the highway somewhere in Oklahoma, her van had been brought to a mechanic, and she had gone in for lunch… And with dawning horror, she realized that she’d been drugged, kidnapped and raped, and in her revulsion, her stomach lurched violently.

Dashing back into the bathroom, she barely made it to the toilet before she vomited into the stool, and she was further repelled when she realized that most of the vomit was the same gooey white substance that had come out of her pussy and ass, and she retched some more.

Finally, she slumped to the floor and cried in great heaving sobs. After awhile, she finally stopped crying long enough to focus on her predicament. OK, she had been kidnapped and raped, but she would get out of this, and then whoever did this would pay dearly. She got up to try the door to the room, but as she expected, it was locked.

Deciding she needed to cleanse herself, she walked back into the bathroom and took a shower. It gave her a small measure of comfort when she saw her toiletries on the sink counter before she showered. She found a towel, dried off, wrapped the towel around her body and returned to the bedroom.

It was when she walked in and looked at the dresser that she saw several stacks of glossy 5×7 photographs. With a feeling of dread, she picked a stack up, then threw them aside like they were poison when she saw the one on top. It was a side-view picture of a woman surrounded by four men, all of them naked. They were engaging in a perverted sex act, where one had his thing in the woman’s behind, another had a hard fat penis screwing the woman’s vagina, the woman had her mouth on one penis and the other one in her hand.

That was bad enough. But what shocked her to her core was the fact that the woman in the picture was her. Fearfully, she picked up the stacks of pictures and began to thumb through them. They were all of breathtakingly perverted sex acts and she was in every one. And she wasn’t just going through the motions, either, and there was no sign in the pictures that she’d been forced into anything. She looked carefully at her face in the pictures to see evidence of her having been drugged, but all she saw was an unseemly eagerness in her eyes.

Julie’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she saw some of the things she’d been doing. The look on her face in the pictures made it appear as if she hadn’t been forced to do any of the things she saw that she had done in the pictures. Some were close-ups showing her face in lustful ecstasy, with her mouth disgustingly full of men’s hard erections, others were close-ups of her very wet crotch being stuffed front and back with a variety of men’s penises and there were several of her having sex with women, including a couple of a woman putting a long rubber penis in her ass. How long had she been here, she wondered, and how could they have gotten her to do these awful, nasty things? Then her emotions overwhelmed her and she began crying again, this time harder. She wondered if she would ever see her kids again, or her husband.

Just then, the phone on the dresser rang. It rang several times before she finally stopped crying enough to answer it. “Y-y-y-yes,” she answered with a sniffle. “Good morning Miss Julie,” answered the voice at the other end. “I trust you’ve gotten everything out of your system and can listen to what I have to say.” “You bastards!” she yelled into the phone. “You’ve kidnapped and raped me, and now you want me to listen to you! Go to hell!” And she slammed the phone down. She was pissed now. Julie was known for having a very even-keeled temperament, and she was slow to anger, but when she got mad, she got real mad. She had a lot of Irish in her blood, and when she was angry, she could be a spitfire. These people had snatched her from her comfortable suburban life and were keeping her prisoner for … for what, she wondered.

The phone rang again, and at first she ignored it. But it kept ringing. So finally, to silence the bell, she picked it up again. Before she could say anything, the voice spoke up again in an almost condescending tone, “How rude, Miss Julie. One shouldn’t speak that way to one’s hosts, now, should one.” Julie finally calmed down enough to ask coldly, “What do you want with me? Are you going to use me again for your filthy pleasure, then kill me?” “Kill you? My God, woman, why would I want to kill the finest piece of ass to ever set foot in my establishment,” Michael answered, with a hearty laugh. “Who are you, and why am I here?” Julie demanded.

“Good question,” he answered. “We have already been introduced, but you don’t remember it. In fact, I’ll bet you don’t remember anything after having a cup of coffee at the diner, right?” Julie didn’t answer, so he went on. “My name is Michael, and I own this place. You were brought here because I believed you had what it takes to become one of my girls. And, I must say, you passed with flying colors, as you will see in a moment. You were given a powerful knockout drug, almost like a truth serum. After the initial unconsciousness, the recipient awakens into a kind of catatonic state, not unlike what they supposedly give people in Haiti to induce a zombie-like attitude. It lasts for approximately 48 hours. You are awake and functional to a point, but are unaware of what is going on, other than your immediate feelings and sensations, and you are devoid of free will. When the drug wears off, you have no memory of anything that happened while under its influence. In addition, you were given a drug that increases one’s sex drive many times over. I call it the Venus potion. It works like a vaccine in that its effects are permanent. We are going to send you home safe and sound, but from now on, my dear, you are going to have a nearly uncontrollable urge for sex. You are going to be in a constant state of some level of arousal until the day you die. That and some other techniques that we used have turned you into a sex maniac.”

“No,” Julie whispered. “You can’t make me like … this,” indicating the stack of pictures. “We didn’t make you do anything,” Michael said. “Everything you’ve done in this room, you’ve done voluntarily, even eagerly. We simply brought out the real person that was inside of you all along. It’s Sunday morning, around noon. For the past two days, you have sucked and fucked everyone who has passed through that door, and then some. I would guess you’ve probably had somewhere around 200 men either in your pussy, your ass or your mouth. There practically isn’t any sex act you haven’t performed here, any perversion that you haven’t tried, my dear. Don’t believe me? Look in the second drawer from the top. You’ll see a video. Be a good girl and put it into the VCR under the television over there.” Then the phone went dead.

Julie felt her insides lurch and she felt a heat begin to emanate from her crotch. What’s happening to me, she wondered with alarm, as she realized that she was becoming aroused. How could I possibly be getting any sexual pleasure out of being used like some common tramp, she asked herself. With trembling hands, she opened the drawer and found the video, with a label that read simply, “Miss Julie.” She opened the cabinet, put the video in the player, turned on the TV and sat down on the floor with her back against the bed to watch.

It was basically a highlight reel from the previous two days, showing all of the nastiest moments from a series of nearly endless orgies, in which she was the central figure. As she watched, she became aware that her vagina – her pussy – was throbbing and her clit was tingling. She tried to ignore it, to push it aside, but the feeling grew stronger the more she watched. As she became captivated by the video, she was barely aware that her towel had fallen away, leaving her naked, and that she was caressing one of her breasts. “NO,” she said out loud when she realized what she was doing. “I can’t do this. I won’t do this.”