Every “intelligent thought” she had ever had was just a fiction next to the reality of this penis. This man had raped her – but a man with a pe...is like this should be able to rape whoever he wanted. The penis, she realised, was her god. It deserved to be worshipped. And her stripper pole was the temple where she made her prayers.She numbly let him make another appointment with her – for “more of the same” – and when he was gone she didn’t clean his cum off. That would disrespect the cock. “So, my sweet pussied wench, what’s the current status of my account?”WHY was she shrinking away from me? “Ummm, Viktor, my benevolent benefactor, um, how would you like a nice blowjob?”I felt the hair on the back of my neck rising MUCH faster than my dick, “WHAT IS MY CURRENT BALANCE?”“Ummm, WELLLL, it seems it’s ... all gone?” She was grimacing and ducking.“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ... ALL GONE???”Delilah was cowering and bawling when Igor stepped in front of her. “Boss, I was right there with her.. I smiled at her.Suddenly, she leaned in close."Tom," she whispered quickly, "I know we just met, but I find you hot, and I think I want to do things with you, sexual things. I have been watching you all week, and every day I went home, I had to play with myself after seeing you. I can't hold back any longer. I know the bus is an hour away, but I have to have you!"I was stunned, and I felt my mouth fall open. In response, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a glorious kiss, tongue seeking. I felt safe and relaxed a bit. But a moment later, while still feeling them move around me doing who-knows-what, I caught another scent. One I could not put a face to, but certainly knew to be that of a woman. As music began to play, just loud enough to mask any mistaken whispers in the otherwise silent room, I felt my lovers come to either side of me. One strong hand reached behind me to the small of my back, arching my body forward and pushing my breasts out. I felt a point of cold steel.