Inner Slut – Public Convenience Slut by Bright & Dark Sides

A literotic sexstories: Inner Slut – Public Convenience Slut by Bright & Dark Sides ,
Amy has been forced into service by her hater, the old hag. Being the public slut, giving blowjobs, has become her job. She didn’t want to do it, but for the sake of survival, she has made peace with her inner-slut, so that she could survive this torture.
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All the characters, including the author (^-_-^) is eighteen or more.

If you aren’t of the legal age in your country, feel free to close this and move on. Because, I definitely won’t poison young minds…

… Other than in my stories xD.

You will see all the bright and dark sides present inside me, and yourself, in my stories.

Every character is fictional, and any and every resemblance to real life is completely coincidental.

And NEVER try to do any stupid sexual things in real life. It not only would destroy yourself, but also your loved one’s lives.

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“Do you really want to do this?” Chris whispered to the lady sitting nearby him in the shotgun seat.

The woman kept staring out the window, without answering him. Instead, she hummed to show that she really wanted to go through with this and didn’t have any last minute reservations.

Chris had a lot of connections and had been connecting people who want to get something dark done, to people who complete illegal things. But, this was a first… even for him.

He sighed, knowing that this might lie at top of his ‘darkest cases’ list. He dealt with these kinds of requests in this line a lot more than he would like to think. Capturing, torturing, assassination, and slavery were common in his line of work, justifiably. But…

… This… what he was about to do, what he was about to commit, what he was about aid, wasn’t something he dared to think of doing.

But, he had to.

In the underground world, the word ‘favor’ had a lot of pull. Sometimes they would get things done with only a favor as a repayment, which they could collect in a later date. And this lady had pulled in such a favor, which Chris had given her years ago.

Now, he had to oblige, even though it was going to haunt him for the later part of his life.

“Fine…” He whispered, and banged on the wood separating the front and the back indicating that they were ready to go. Men with masks in the back rechecked all the things and replied with a knock.

Gears fell into place, as Chris moved his truck in a slow pace for the few feet separating them and their target.

“Now, we really are damned to go to hell.” He whispered, and hit the brake.

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*Amelia*

Waking up with no recollection of what the hell happened was the worst thing to experience in one’s life. Unless they are used to sleepwalking… and I definitely don’t sleepwalk, which meant that waking up in this dark place was frightening to the core, and was giving me chills.

The first thing I noticed was that I was cold and everything around me was immersed in darkness.

And it was too cold to make my body numb a little… I hope I still was okay, because I could get mild hypothermia and it was terrifying to go through, which I knew for sure.

I had no idea where I was and how I got here.

I tried to curl into myself and wanted to wound my arms around me to ease away the cold, but soon found out that my hands were tied up. I kicked around in attempt to right myself but gods’ damn, whatever surface I was lying on was slippery, even if my legs were free.

“Oh my god… Did someone kidnap me…?” Heart stuttering at the thought, my breath went frantic, and I had to practice freaking breathing techniques to get it under control.

NOT panicking is the first thing I should be focusing on.

I could still get out of this one way or the other, only if I held myself together, I realize this even though my mind was racing a thousand miles per hour.

After a while, my senses adjusted, the adrenaline wearing off, and my breathing came to a normal pace. And I was ready to tackle this situation with a calm mind.

Adding to that, what I was seeing wasn’t helping at all. I was on the floor which seemed to have a prime coating of filth, and the smell was awful. Like, really awful. It smelled as if I had fallen into the sewers.

I shook my head and tried to focus on my memories. But, nothing came up over the fog inside my head to give me a clue on what had happened to me.

Nearby was a gut-wrenching toilet seat, and I crawled to the other end of the supposedly restroom stall in the middle of nowhere, gagging from the thought of all the filth in this stall.

I tried to get up, feeling queasy, but my head spun and my efforts went in vain.

Bleh… This might be the worst place I have ever been in my life.

‘I should call out’, I thought, finally coming up with something to do, and did just that, “Hello!?”

The word echoed around, but the reply was only the wind from outside. Helplessness creeping into my thoughts, I stayed there, in the restroom stall of god-knows-what-place, as I sobbed gently to myself… leaning my head to the wooden door… clutching my eyes tight to tune this place out of my mind… wishing that I was in a nightmare and that it would all end soon.

~ . ~

After what seemed like an eternity, during which I seemed to have passed out, footsteps filled the place. The tiredness of my body, and the fog in my mind lifted in a moment as adrenaline started to pump into my vessels, readying itself in the face of this new threat.

The door which I was leaning on opened abruptly, making me fall backwards onto the floor outside the stall.

Tall silhouettes filled my vision, and fear instantly snaked into my heart. I could say without a doubt that those men were filthy like this place. The tattoos, the unwashed body-scents, the wife-beater shirts and very creepy faces only nailed in the fear I was feeling. As they grabbed my hair and dragged me out of the stall, I started thrashing around with my mouth open in a huge scream.

“AIIIIEEEEEE!”

“Shut the fuck up!” A man kicked my leg as another pulled me up to my feet.

Whimpering, I cowered and curled into myself. Even as I tried so badly not to show any weakness to these kidnapping bastards, I couldn’t help my shivering from the immense fear…

“Listen here, and listen well. Okay?” One of them, with a weird tattoo on his neck, caught my chin in his rusty hands, and said, “If you give your full cooperation, you will go out of here alive… and somewhat hurt. But, if you resist even in a little way, we’re more than willing to kill you and throw you out to the street. Do. You. Understand. Me?”

I feebly nodded, whimpering between nods. He pushed me back down and moved out of the way, giving a nod to the rest of the men.

As the men stripped out of their clothing, I knew what was about to happen; what was going to happen to me.

… But, my mind got infused with arousal so fast that I didn’t expect it.

My inner-self thought back to her fantasies, one of which is a forced gangbang iced with humiliation, and I pictured a huge grin spreading on her face.

‘Yay!’ She squealed inside my mind, and everything around me started spinning.

‘You have me, Mi, so just let me enjoy,’ She whispered, ‘I will protect you from harm,’ as I felt her presence brushing against my consciousness.

This was different than normal times. Today, my inner-self felt different. Like I really did have a voice in my head rather than my own repressed self I thought I controlled.

Was I schizophrenic? Was this a bad medical condition? Was every assumption I made about the rise of my inner-self a false one?

Gosh, so many questions bombarded inside me, erasing every thought and awareness I had of my surroundings, putting me in ‘the mood’ of learning. Fucking hell, this wasn’t the time to research about myself…

Giving a nod to myself, I surrendered to my inner-slut, and a twisted smile stretched across my face, unbeknownst to the men in the room.

After a few moments, kicking me in the arm, a man with a creepy skull tattoo on his arm kneeled down beside me and forced my face to the dirty tiles. Gravel from the unfinished construction of the toilets and dirt was forced into my face, coating it liberally. He laughed and pulled me up, to face his intense gaze.

“So, will you do as we say?” The man with a skull tattoo on his arm asked, and I held myself still for a moment to give them the picture of trying to resist. After all, that’s what my inner-slut wanted me to do, and my body was obeying her whims.

After a few moments, I nodded slowly with tears in my eyes.

My inner-self cooed, ‘Good girl. Nothing will happen to us, now. I have you in my arms. Let me be myself for this moment of my lifetime.’ She even giggled a little, and added, ‘Stay content and watch the show.’

Laughing between themselves, the men advanced towards me. I tried to stay perfectly still, not wanting to show weakness. But, my body refused to obey and continued to shake in fear. Or to be accurate, my inner-self made it so that it shook as if I was afraid even though I wasn’t afraid.

Dang, it was confusing, trying to differentiate between myself and my inner-me.

She was bubbling up to surface. And trying to differentiate my responses was getting fuzzy.

All I knew was that I didn’t feel fear now, when my inner-self was so content with this situation. There was only excitement, nervousness and arousal inside me, not a pinch of fear.

“Aw. Look at this cute little thing shaking.” Another man crouched down and caressed my face.

He had a large tattoo of phoenix on his chest, and his muscles were toned. His body was covered with scars— battle scars probably— making him intimidating. There was something more intimidating than that to him. What could be more intimidating than this beast was the monster he packed down there.

The way it jutted out at least a nine inch away from his body, pointing straight at me as he crouched, covered liberally with veins and raging with blood, it made me shiver. Others would think that I was shivering in fear, but only I knew that I, or my inner-self to be accurate, was aroused beyond words.

Lying front down on the floor made my nipples to play hide and seek with the men. If I was sitting, they would definitely know I was aroused for my nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds. My interlaced legs hid the wetness rapidly moistening the flimsy panty covered by the knee-length skirt, which was already flipped over my ass.

Cold air swished on my pussy, sending a jolt of thunder through me.

It was weird… feeling aroused and fear in the same length.

It also was the first time I felt something like this. And I knew that my inner-slut liked this very much.

… I kind of liked it too.

A hand crept up onto my face, caressing my cheeks, and I couldn’t help but lean away from it, even though I wanted this to happen. Others started pawing at my breasts and started groping me in various places, and a huge shiver of arousal rocked my body.

As one meaty finger started rubbing my panty-clad flower, a lightning bolt swept through me and a moan threatened to spill out of my mouth. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, surrendering myself to the feeling.

In this moment, though I couldn’t separate my inner-self from me… I wanted this to happen whatever toll it takes, even if I enjoyed this irrational feeling.

We both, me and my inner-slut, wanted this to continue… despite everything else in the world, despite the fact that going further with these dirty human beings meant I would be dirty too, forever.

Hands crawling all over me were making my core hot, more than I had ever felt.

Rough touches, making me engage my carnal side, with fingers big enough to make mine look like a limp carrot, they were threatening in its own way…

Erogenous spots I didn’t know even existed were caressed by different hands, and I didn’t even think that feeling this hot was possible, unless I had a fever. And trust me, I was in perfect health.

My top and brassiere came off in pieces, as they started tearing away at my clothes. Those filmy cotton threads didn’t stand a chance before their powerful muscles, and left my udders bare for the whole world to see.

My nipples rubbed against the floor, as I steeled myself for the humiliation to come. After all, if someone saw me aroused in this situation, they would think me as a vile, disgusting slut, and they would want to humiliate me for their own happiness.

… I really was aroused like a slut would be…

I lifted my head slowly, only to be greeted by daunting forms all around me in crouch positions, and some more standing behind them. The ravenous gazes, it felt as if they hadn’t seen a woman like me in years, like they wanted to devour every part of me.

And devour they did.

The hands, which were so busy groping me, flipped me onto my back, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the success on their faces when they eventually see my arousal. My inner-self wanted this, but that doesn’t mean I intended to get myself humiliated willingly.

She cooed, “Oh yes, but we love it all the same…”

If I could, I would have rolled my eyes and would have corrected that I didn’t love it and that I just felt… content? … with feeling this.

I couldn’t though. If someone finds out the way to roll your eyes in your mind, they’d be the next great scientist. And even if I couldn’t do what I wanted to, my inner-self seemed to have grasped my feelings, and she giggled like a little girl, “You will realize it, Mi.”

Lips pressed on every part of my body, on my breasts, under them, on my stomach, on my mouth and some even kissed my legs, and I freaking felt a tongue in my ear…

Eww… what was erotic about ears?

I wasn’t going to ask him, but I should confess that it was a different feeling. Having your ear licked and nibbled on.

There wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t stimulated. My brain felt as if it was becoming a mush.

“She is aroused.” A gravelly voice growled, and I opened my eyes.

The men, who were kissing me, had moved on to holding my legs and arms in place so that I was laying spread out as an eagle.

That skull-tattoo-man looked at the one with neck-tattoo— who seemed to be the leader— and whispered, “Lass is dripping onto the floor.”

I blushed, and looked away from that neck-tattoo guy’s gaze.

Two fingers pressed into my slit, pushing all the way in with ease, and I clenched my teeth from the onslaught of pleasure.

A smirk filled the space, but vanished as soon as it came, as the men laughed boisterously.

As if they thought they had given me enough reprieve, the men moved back in, still laughing.

Surrounding me were the hanging dicks of the thugs, some limp and some raging hard. And seeing them, something deep inside me stirred.

Something primal.

Something carnal.

One of them placed his cock in my hand and the other tried to poke my cheek with his’.

“Open wide, whore.”

As much as I wanted this feeling to continue, I didn’t want to give in and suck a fucking dick.

I knew that my inner-self wanted this, but if I used my hands or my mouth of my own accord, then it would mean I had truly become a slut.

I wouldn’t do it.

I shook my head, closing my eyes, and doing my best in pulling myself away from the meaty rock-hard cocks.

“Sweet.” My inner-self whispered in glee, and I was confused as to why she would say that.

I was denying her, wasn’t I?

She should be feeling worried, and she should be feeling annoyed. I just said no onto sucking a tantalizing cock.

Why…?

A man pressed his cock onto my lips, stopping my monologue questions in place. It was already rearing to go, and I felt another man take position between my legs. One took ahold of my hand forcefully and started wrapping something in it. My other hand too was forcefully taken away, and my feet hit something too, both of them enclosed around a shaft.

I braced myself, feeling more helpless than before.

When my inner-self said that she would take care of me, I felt reprieve, and when the men started pawing me, I felt arousal, but now…

… Fear…

I felt fear.

Followed by insurmountable pain as the man between my legs slammed hard into me.

I screamed aloud.

Stuffing my mouth, the cock in front of my eyes slammed into my open mouth, hitting my tonsils, making me gag.

Pain from the relentless gagging was made no less, as the pain from my pussy started filtering into every muscle of mine.

My mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

Tired of waiting, it seemed, the other men started using whatever appendages of mine they got their hands on.

My hands were moving and my feet were too.

Someone was on me, and they were pushing their cock in between my tits, as they sat down on me, as if they cared nothing whether I breathed or not.

I did remember seeing gangbang porn when I let my inner-self out in the privacy of my room. It was pixelated a bit, and of course fake, but I never knew that the porn was underplaying what really would happen…

I couldn’t feel anything, other than the occasional contracting and relaxing of my hands and legs, and the weight on my stomach, and… the pain from the rough penetration stretching my pussy beyond what I had stretched it… not to forget, also the gagging which made me lose my mind.

… And the buried memories which flooded me from the abuse my body withstood, it daunted me.

This cycle went on and on… for as long as I remembered, as it branded the experience into my soul.

… Why is this happening to me…?

I thought, before I passed out.

~ . ~

“Well, well, the slut is awake.” A womanly voice bounced off the wall, echoing with eeriness, as I groggily opened my eyes.

A man pulled me by my hair, adrenaline shooting my through my veins in retaliation as he brought me to my feet. His eyes were focused on mine, holding my gaze with a gravity. Those eyes showed endless amount of emotions like… Anger? Impatience? I couldn’t classify it correctly, but it was either of the two.

The doors to his soul, those deep blue eyes, seemed to convey something else… And if I were to guess it would be in the lines of, ‘I did say to listen to us, right?’

A shiver shot through me, the feeling returning to my naked body, bringing a wave of pain alongside it.

A sob raised and got struck in my throat, and I gulped it down, not wanting to cry now.

Mentally and physically, the single episode had left me gasping for breath. The pain rising from inside me seemed to be intent on splitting my body into two.

I felt ruined… my body felt violated, and my mind… was barely coping with what was happening to me.

“Slut, hope you got your beauty sleep.”

Looking around from the man, my eyes fell on someone.

My anger flared as my body numbed again from the rush of adrenaline.

My eyes saw red, as I recognized who it was.

That old hag Agatha.

“Wow, if you could kill me with your eyes, I probably would have died a thousand times from that glare.” She boisterously laughed… her voice a bitter tune.

I lunged, but the man holding me caught me by my neck, pulling me back to him. His hands were restricting yet calculated. I looked back at him with venom in my eyes. He stared back with a cold and calculated gaze, his grip tightening in warning, showing me that what I experienced was not the end of what he could put me through.

I gave up on trying to escape, slumping my head down to my chest.

“Why…?” I cried under my breath.

“Why not!?” Agatha yelled, “I am just putting a bitch in her place.”

She walked towards me with an extra sway, with a sexy-gait, looking more ridiculous with each step, “You are a pain in my ass; a thorn in my career; a blip in my radar. That’s why.”

“I… I never meant any harm…” I whined, looking down at the ground as the tears continued its job, “… I… I-I am sorry for yesterday… I-I never looked down at you… I never meant anything by that… p-please… just let me g-go…”

Her voice lowered into a menacing tone, a tone portraying how dangerous she was, as she continued, “I went through so much shit, sacrificed so many things to get here, and if you think you would just waltz in and take away everything, you are wrong. This is not just about what you did yesterday. I don’t hate you for anything you did or thought about doing to me. I hate you, because you exist in my world. I hate the very core of your existence itself.”

I couldn’t cope up with what was happening. Agatha caught my face, her fingernails digging into my cheeks, “You are going to understand your place, slut. You are nothing more than this restroom you are standing inside. You are fit only to be used at public’s convenience as a whore.”

I whimpered, not knowing what else to do. I never thought that something like this situation could even exist. How could someone be so cruel, that they would put another woman through… this…?

Her hand swiftly slapped my face, sending my hair flying across the space, as my neck taut around to the left. She delivered another slap to my other cheek, sending flares of pain all through me, forcing huge sobs out of me.

Again, she caught my face between those nails, dragging them down across my face painfully, “I know your secret,” she whispered.

For a moment, it didn’t make sense.

Then it came rushing down. She saw the realization flash across my face and continued, “I know that you have multiple-personality disorder. Yes, Mi. I know your secret, and I am going to treat it.”

Fear gripped me in its claws, as she continued, “Just not in the way you think. I am going to treat you, but not in the literal sense. I am going to let your…” she jabbed her finger on my chest, “… inner-slut get out of her shell.”

She jabbed me again, continuing, “You are going to break. And I will make sure of it. This is the beginning of your treatment as a public slut. You will die worshipping random dicks.”

“This is your punishment, Mi.” She whispered, taking a step closer, “Or… there is another way. If you will submit yourself to me, worshipping me as your goddess after I destroy this doctor persona, and if you agree to stay a complete and total slut forever, I will release you from here.”

I glared at her, defying the gravity of her words.

She turned around, laughing, “This is your fate, slut. And I am here to deliver it. Choose well. Or die.”

With that, her presence vanished from the room, her laughter a faint ringing in my ear as her heels thudded against the concrete floor and out of hearing distance. Sobs continued to rock my body. I clutched that man’s hands, and curled sideways, my sobs echoing loudly.

He stayed silent, I didn’t know why. His arms, which were restricting a moment ago, seemed to be comforting now. It helped me, even if I didn’t want to admit it. In the moment of darkness, even a fire burning your own body will seem to be comforting. I knew that this man was a fire, and I was a fly drawn to him, inevitably, just because everything else seemed dark.

He pushed my arm away, gentler than before, and pushed me into the stall. He followed through, catching one of my arm in his vice grip, and enclosed a handcuff onto it. I struggled, but it was in vain as he locked the other end to the steel pipe nearby the door.

I looked up, sniveling between breaths, unable to think of anything but the feel of this new cage I was put in.

I tried pulling against the cuffs, and it did bite my skin deep enough to create gashes of redness along the cufflink.

His words were a growl, akin to an animal’s warning, and his voice was deep, resembling a mountain man, now that I could clearly hear it. “Your instructions will come soon. Follow it to your heart, if you wish to spare yourself from endless torment and pain.” He took a menacing step, towering over me, “Obey. Every. Command.”

I gulped, and looked away, as my mouth almost wanted to plead to him to let me go. If what I saw before was reluctance inside him, he could probably help me escape this. I just needed to push…

“I-…”

… But, I didn’t get the chance.

He slammed the door shut, and I heard a lock click outside. The last thing I saw was his eyes, those burning blue irises focused on mine with an eerie pull, before the door closed on my face, closing me inside my new prison.

As all the sounds vanished along with the disappearing footsteps, the wind whispering through the cracks of the building, the water trickling down everywhere around me, the tiny squeaks of insects and rats, everything surrounded me with an whooping increased intensity, dropping me into an uncomfortable state.

And I squirmed around the little metaphorical cage.

Everything was irritating, and all I wanted to do was to bang against the door till my knuckles bled, and pull against the cuffs till my wrist dislocated.

“Deep breaths, Mi. Deep breaths.”

I slid against the wall and onto the floor, ignoring the disgusting feeling rising inside me from all the filth covering my naked skin. And I dug down the irritation from the gashes Agatha had put on my face.

How did it come to this…? What did I do to deserve this?

… Why me…?

That old hag had to be in the same room as me when Lindsay mocked me yesterday, huh? Fuck it… why does my time have to be THAT bad?

… I swear to god and on all that resides, if I get out of this alive, I will destroy that fucking piece of shit…

I will lay ruin to Agatha…

Muttering under my breath, as the wind continued to rage outside, I cursed for all I was worth so as to vent the ever rising frustration inside me. And I eventually fell into a fitful slumber.

~ . ~

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang*

Startled awake from the sounds, I looked around. For a moment after I woke up, I thought that everything that happened today was just a nightmare. Only to be crushed under the watchful eye of disappointment as the surroundings hammered in the fact that I was still naked, aching allover from my abuse, and thirsty as hell.

A muffled voice echoed through the space, “Wake-y wake-up, slut.”

After a moment, a piece of parchment fell from above and onto my shoulder. Nervousness coursed through me, as I picked it up with my free hand and read it.

“Slut,

Are you thirsty? I hope you are.

Your order is to ‘Use the hole of god.’

You can choose to refuse this, but will starve till we want you to.

-x”

For a brief moment, I didn’t understand what he meant.

Then a brief presence entered the space above my head, making it all clear what the hell he meant by that. I looked up, to see a flaccid cock dangling through an unevenly shaped hole on the wall separating the stalls.

Nausea hit me in one fell swoop and I rushed to the toilet and crouched over it, dry heaving nothing out. Laughter rang from the stall beside me, and I couldn’t control it anymore.

Huge sobs broke out of my lungs, and I flailed against anything my hands bumped into, be it the wall, or the door, or the seat.

I pulled against the handcuffs, the only thing that kept me from crawling to the far end of the stall in disgust to avoid the hole, the only leash holding me in, and it took its vengeance on me by creating deeper gashes all across my right wrist.

Adding to all of this, I did scream for all I was worth…

.., and no one could possibly evade what was coming. Complete exhaustion.

I couldn’t too…

I gave in to it soon after.

… Wishing that I hadn’t just done it.

~ . ~

Hours later, there still was the note lying beside me, showing me that whatever I did, I could never go forward without following the command… without sacrificing the whole of my pride.

And it nailed in the fact that I was utterly helpless with nothing on my side. My hand slowly reached for it, wanting to crush it, wanting to fight the command, but it took it gently knowing that I would go through a lot more pain if I did so… and I didn’t want to go through torment any more than I had…

Flipping it, I noticed something I missed before. A little line on the back.

‘Tap three times’

I let it flutter away from me, as it fell like an autumn leaf onto the ground.

The fact that he knew I would break down and do what was told on this paper and had provided me with a failsafe method to do so after refusing the first time, was… mind-crushing.

He knew that I would resist at first, but eventually would give in.

He knew what I would do.

He knew.

My throat parched as hell from my previous endeavor, and my wrist hemorrhaged but still bloodied like I got into an accident; my face still swollen from her punishment, as my body continued aching, I rested my head on the wall.

My tear ducts hadn’t held on for the whole of my endeavor, and had went dry on the first few minutes, but even now silent dry sobs continued wracking my body.

… Please god… Just let me survive this…

“Mi, stop resisting… you are going to destroy us if you continue down this path… please, Mi… for everyone… don’t resist anymore… And I promise… I really promise on our life, that we would survive this.”

Nodding my head to myself, I slumped against the wall, the note lying right before my eyes was taunting in its own way, as if it knew that it was the one and only way present for me.

Seems it really was the only way.

My hand twitched and my fingers wrapped around the piece of parchment which denoted the start of my demise.

Getting up with the last of my strength, I gulped and timidly raised my left hand up. It rapped against the door three times, loudly, echoing around the space.

After a few moments, there was shuffling from the other side of the stall and a different dick, almost eight inches long, jutted out from the wall through ‘the hole of god’.

Weakly getting onto my knees, I reached out and wrapped my hand around it. It twitched, his pulse ringing against my palm.

Even the feeling of having a real dick in my hand after six years made my heart race, and my face flushed with arousal almost instantly. It helped really, in hiding the fact that I was sacrificing my entire being for this, as I started doing what I was meant to do.

As I started using the glory hole.

The dick twitched every second, in tandem with my twitching pussy.

I didn’t want to admit that I was aroused, but I really was.

My dripping traitorous pussy was leaking girl juice all over my thighs. Smelling the pre-cum sliding all over my hand, it fueled my arousal like nothing else could.

Without giving a thought, my inner-slut leaped up with joy, putting the whole cock into my mouth.

I gagged, but moaned in mind-breaking pleasure at the same time. Feeling it slide gently into my tonsils, bumping every time into my deepest parts of my mouth, making me gag every time, I liked what was happening.

If I was doing this of my own accord, I would definitely like this. I knew it like the back of my hand. My inner-slut would enjoy herself and in turn I would enjoy this, a million times more, if this was happening of my own violation.

Soon enough, the cock in my mouth started twitching and went crazy, and my inner-self didn’t let me take it out. I submitted to her whims, letting the cock spew it’s disgusting cum into my mouth.

She relinquished her control on our body, letting me do what I want.

Falling away from the hole, I hunched over the floor and spat out the freaking cum pooling inside my mouth.

Ugh… I was a fan of the journey, but not much of a fan of the end.

I heard the moans from the other side, and felt a shiver going through me.

That’s it.

I really did it. I sacrificed my pride for survival. I had made a complete stranger orgasm with my mouth.

… I had become a public slut, just like Agatha said…

Soon enough, true to his words, a bottle of coke came rolling down the door gap. Hustling to get it, I took it with my free hand, fumbling to get the cap open, and downed the bottle in a gulp. It was refreshing, but the coke did nothing to wipe away the scent and taste of the cum.

Being there amidst those little puddles of cum did its part in nailing in the fact that I was becoming a slut, whether I liked it or not.

A girl who would give blowjobs for a living was a slut, wasn’t she?

And from now, I was too…

*sob*… Why is this happening?

Letting the empty bottle roll away, I slumped against the wall, my mind exhausted and my body refusing to move.

Lying there, I closed my mind off, just wanting to escape from this hole…

… Any means necessary.

~ . ~

“Wake-y wake up, slut.” The guy from yesterday knocked on the door.

I didn’t know if a day had passed… the time was droning on and on… but I had a feeling that a day had passed. If it hadn’t I didn’t know if I could survive a week more here, let alone escape.

I groaned, not having the will to reply to that man.

He laughed triumphantly, showing that he was truly enjoying my torture, “You better get back to work, slut. There are a lot more dicks that need your mouth.”

As it sunk down again into my post-sleep hazy mind, dammed up sobs broke out of me.

“Mi, don’t cry. I am here for you. Let me take care of you.” My inner-self chimed in. I whimpered, not knowing what to do.

Giggling, she continued, “This is a dream come true for me, Mi. I have waited so long to actually have a dick in my hand. We have waited so long for this. Let me have my fun. I will do all the work, and you just watch from the backlines, deal?”

What’s my problem?

Why was my inner-slut so active… so sentient…?

Did I have a rare medical situation? Or was I just hallucinating a voice?

I mean, I always had slutty thoughts interfering with mine, and I figured I was either having an early multiple personality disorder symptom, or something like that. I did undergo a personal trauma during my teen years. I didn’t want to think about it, but I figured that I was just having those thoughts as a residue of my past. It was a possibility, a harmless one.

Moreover, if I was having deadly or harmful or suicidal thoughts, I would have gone into treatment very early. As a doctor prodigy, I knew that much, but this was different.

Having slutty thoughts and slutty feelings… it just didn’t seem that bad and it was not harming anyone. It was just plain weird.

Doing one thing, and instantly feeling aroused just because I saw a couple kiss, or just because my friends bumped into me by accident, or just because Lindsay messed with me, it was just weird and it was not scary.

It felt as if I had a switch flip on. And that’s why I always called those thoughts and actions as my inner slut’s.

I just hadn’t taken it too seriously.

Now, as she asked me for a deal, I didn’t know anymore, at all.

Not taking it seriously for years, and having this huge spike in having these thoughts, these weird ass conversations, these sentient deals, it was a huge deal and I had no idea.

Giggling, my inner-slut poured her thoughts into mine, overtaking every single thought I had.

And my mind refused to think any more about this weird situation I was in, my thoughts going mushy again from her arousal flooding through my mind.

I nodded weakly, my neck already aching from last night’s sleep, as I whispered, “Deal.”

I wanted to think this through, but I… just… didn’t.

She giggled, and I retired back into my mind, my body automatically moving to respond to my inner-slut’s wishes, “Bring it on, you bastard. You can’t break me!”

Mouth dropping open from my inner-self’s reply, figuratively, I watched as she giggled loudly through my mouth.

Minutes later, a long cock rushed in poking through the hole.

My inner-slut instantly gulped it down, letting it slide straight through her throat. I watched, waiting for our gag reflex, but it never came. She slurped the cock, letting saliva flow out through the corners of our lips, deliberately wetting the massive tool.

I knew what a sloppy blowjob was. Doing it by myself, it was not a good taste, I must say. Even though my inner-self was in control, I still felt everything through our body…

… Every taste…

… Every smell…

… Every touch.

It was driving me crazy.

My inner slut’s thoughts were making me go crazy with arousal.

Continuing through and through with the blowjob, my inner-slut brought my hands to my breasts, gently fondling it. She moaned, holding the dick inside her mouth, and she won, as the dick spewed it’s cum into our mouth.

“That’s how you do it!” She said, giggling, as she swallowed the pool of cum.

The feeling of having it go through my throat was not good at all, but I didn’t have any control, did I?

“Its fine, you will like it just like I do.”

“No…” I replied, taking control back, as I slumped down to my usual sitting position.

“You will see.” She whispered, going silent.

I hoped that I would never.

Another person knocked from the other side. And my inner-slut took control back, getting back to our knees, and taking the new cock in her hand.

She stroked it, and I watched from the back of my mind, my limbs moving to my inner-slut’s wishes without asking me.

She did everything, relishing every second.

And she didn’t take too long in making this one cum too.

Swallowing the load once again, she gave up control to me, her presence staying at the back of my mind.

I sighed, resting my naked body against the wall, feeling tired from all these things.

“Have a breather, slut, because you probably won’t be getting any for a while hereafter,” That same guy from before yelled from outside the stall.

Ugh… This was going to be tedious.

~ . ~

I downed the bottle of coke in a second, relishing the feel of it.

Having cum slide down your throat after every ‘job well-done’ was taking its toll on me.

I felt nauseous most of the time, but every time if I was on the verge of throwing up, my inner-self would take control of our body. And I didn’t know why but when she was in control the nausea would die down.

She kept saying that I would get used to having cum as a meal.

And I didn’t want to get used to it; that was the problem.

I knew we had a deal, and that was the only reason I kept letting her take control. If not I would never succumb to giving a blowjob to a random stranger let alone eating fucking cum as a meal.

“You already did, on the first day, remember?” She said, shutting my thought train.

Tears dribbled down from the corner of my eyes from the creeping helplessness, yet I didn’t go full blown on crying.

I was constantly getting dehydrated, and I needed to control my tears, if I had any hopes of surviving.

A knock filled the space, sounding from the wall, indicating that I had my next stranger to fulfill.

How many days would I have to do this?

I didn’t hear anything from him, the leader guy, or from Agatha the old hag, ever since he pushed me in here and sent that note to me.

Was he satisfied with the torture he was putting me through?

Was Agatha satisfied with the torment she was creating?

My inner-slut took control, and pulled the limp cock with her hand, gently raising it up to full erection. Manipulating it like she liked to, she made the guy on the other end squirm, and worked towards making him cum sooner than he would have anticipated.

She liked having this power.

And I hated this.

As long as she did all the work, I had no qualms or whines to put out.

I did feel the immense arousal my inner-slut constantly felt, and my pussy was constantly dribbling juice out whenever she was in control. The place smelled a lot more like cum now, but I was getting kind of used to this.

In one fell swoop, my inner-slut swallowed the cock down our throat, and I felt the huge spray of cum pouring straight into our gullet. I kind of expected this, and was steeling myself to feel that disgusting thing, but what I didn’t expect from her was pulling the cock out of our mouth.

‘NO!’ I tried to yell.

She sprayed the remnants of that cum onto our breasts, moaning loudly the whole time. Pooling it in my cleavage, she played with those little drops, and I was appalled from the show.

I knew what cum play was, but I wasn’t expecting it to happen here, by me.

She was satisfied, I felt it.

As much as I wanted to tear her a new one for doing this, I stopped myself, as another cock came into my inner-slut’s play den.

She took control from me instantly, ravishing the penis with passion. Almost after a few seconds, she pulled it out of our mouth, and aimed it to our face, humping his dick in quick succession with our hand.

“NO! Don’t!” I thought, wanting her to stop.

There was no way in hell I was going to take a cum-shot to my face.

“Yes!” She moaned, bumping up the pace.

The man on the other side of the wall was moaning and groaning, his fists colliding with the wall here and there, and I knew he was close.

“Let me have my fun, Mi. You trying to dissuade yourself and me from this situation will not help us. Give in, Mi. I get what I want during sex.”

I forced her back, trying to take control.

She fought back, a resistance inside my mind, like a wall holding me back from my cognitive functions.

I tried, really, with everything I had, to take control of my mind and body back from my inner-self.

… But, I failed, I didn’t know how.

She laughed gleefully, the huge load of cum spraying all over our face and bathing us with drops of white sticky stuff.

Giggling, she let the cock go, and laid our body to our usual position.

She still didn’t give control back, like I thought she would, and started humping our pussy with the remnants of cum, moaning in between thrusts.

Arousal was continuing to flood my mind, I couldn’t stop it.

I was melding with mind-blowing pleasure from my pussy as my inner-self manipulated my clit expertly.

Sticky fluid made manipulating my clit a lot easier for her, and our body thrashed around the stall, pleasure forcefully coursing through every vein, as our hand pulled against the cuffs.

She then curled up, and let go, tethering on the edge of the orgasm, leaving our body unsatisfied.

I got my cognitive controls back, as she relinquished hers’.

I groaned feeling heavily unsatisfied. Uncurling my body, I leaned against the wall.

Oh my god… Why would she do this!?

I heard her smirk from inside my mind, and I came to know why she did this. Yeah, it should be the only reason.

She wanted me to finish the job myself.

My hands were shaking, and my mind was hazy from how badly my pussy walls quivered in tension. I wanted to bring my hand down and give myself the sweet release. I wanted to rub my clit raw for hours.

… But, I didn’t want to do it here… and I didn’t want to play into my inner-self’s wishes. I hugged my hand against the wall, forcing myself to ignore the constantly throbbing slit.

I shouldn’t do this.

I shouldn’t give in.

I shouldn’t…

I did.

My thighs contracted, not due to my inner-slut, but solely from my actions, and my clit rubbed against the floor.

Bursting out the dam, I gave in to the tidal wave of pleasure, screaming my lungs out from the intense pressure on me.

My pussy felt stuffed, and my lungs burned from the intensity.

My thighs cramped up, but I didn’t stop humping the floor, my bulged clit constantly undergoing abuse from my actions.

It forced my orgasm into a never-ending loop, throwing my mind into the void corners, blanking my entire soul.

It continued wreaking havoc through my mind and body, a single orgasm lasting for minutes.

I completely lost track of time, nothing to stop me from abusing my clit on the floor more, nothing to stop me from prolonging and enjoying the enticing release.

And I had a thought, “How good would it be to feel just this for our entire lifetime!”

~ . ~

When I came into, there was a box right next to my face, and a note stuck onto it.

“Slut,

You have been doing a good job so far.

Keep it up.

Here’s a gift for you.

-x”

Opening the box, I found something really awesome.

Food.

Real fucking calories.

I gave no more thoughts to why he would give this to me, or how I had sacrificed myself to get this.

I needed to taste something other than cum…

I tore into the meal with full force, even though I only had one free hand, enjoying every second of this. Even my inner-self was moaning from the taste, I heard her inside my mind.

Happily done with it, I laid myself back onto the wall, the cuffed hand lying between me and the wall as a cushion, passing out soon after.

I had a thought, long after I was deep in sleep.

Long after I had slipped into dreams.

“Mi, this is so fun! Let us be a public slut for the rest of our life.”

~~

~

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Hey, this is Bright&DarkSides.

Did you give me a rating!? Please do… or not. It won’t do anything to stop me. But, it definitely would push me to write more.

This is the second installation in the Inner Slut series. And I hope I am doing a worthwhile work with this.

I hope with all my heart that your time was worth this.

Comments are welcome.

Like I say,

“You would be surprised to know how twisted one’s mind can be, and anything can be made a reality with good writing, and I will try my best with words to make the dark and bright sides of the world come true.”