How To Sell Yourself Into Modern Slavery (Porn, Dubcon, FemPov, 2nd person)
I can't believe it's going to end like this.
The man greeted you at the park at night. It was dark, the old trees rose high and in the distance, you saw the faint flickering lights of your hometown. The cold air pressed against your skin and raised goosebumps you tried desperately to ignore.
He didn't look like you'd expected. Then again, it wasn't like you really had any idea what he was supposed to look like. It wasn't as though you were an expert on selling your body for cash. You hadn't wanted to take this route. You'd tried desperately to avoid it, but debts had piled up. Things that should have been sure had turned out not to be. Then, there came the message. The sort of thing you'd usually ignore. But you were desperate. You had nothing else. All your plans had fallen through.
"Not bad," his voice echoed through the old park. "I can see why you'd want to do this, slut."
You crossed your arms, a flash of colour reddened your face and your next shiver had nothing to do with the wind.
"You have the money?"
"Down to business right away?" He tilted his head. "All right, yeah, I've got the money. Fifty thousand for a three year contract. Held for you until you're done. Bonus potential up to double that if you're a crowd pleaser."
Your teeth found your lower lip. A visceral sense of disgust and unease rose in your gut.
"Fine."
"Fine?" He raised an eyebrow. "That's all you're going to say? I suppose we're going to have to teach you all kinds of things, huh?"
"Fine, sir." The word tasted of ash in your mouth. "I-I'll do it. Just as long as you take me away from here. I don't want my friends to see."
"Well, that's not really your choice anymore. If your friends want to see you being a little slut for us, that's their choice. So long as they're willing to pay, of course. Wouldn't it be fun to bounce on their cocks? Don't tell me you never wanted to? Or... or you the kinda girl that doesn't have guys as friends? I'm sure plenty of your girl friends want a piece of you too."
"Enough," you shuddered. "Please..."
"Hah. All right. Let's start with a basic one. Strip naked."
You stared at him blankly.
"Did I stutter? From this moment on, you're not a person. You're not even a creature. You're a sex toy, a fuck tool for my employers to enjoy. Why would we want you in clothes? That pussy of yours should be visible all the time."
It was the hardest thing in the world to reach for your clothes. The air was cold and sharp, and your legs were shaking as you stripped off layer by layer. The man watched, his eyes were eager and sharp. That little grin never left his face. You hated it, and you were flushing red by the end.
First, it was your shirt. Then you kicked off your jeans. The key was to do it fast, to get it out of the way as quickly as possible so you didn't have time to think about what you were doing.
I'm stripping for a stranger in the park. Oh god, I'm such a whore.
After that, you were down to your bra and panties. The cold air caught in your throat, and you wanted to sink into the ground never to be seen again. Yet still, you forced yourself to go on. You pressed your arms tight against your chest, and crossed your thighs as the last of your clothes fell to the ground. You were naked now. Naked and alone with a man you'd never met before.
"Now that is a sight," he chuckled and stepped close to you. Suddenly, you could feel the tickle of his warm breath against your naked skin. His closeness was an intoxicating warmth. He seemed to take up your whole world as one of his hands moved to your thighs. He drew you in tight, so you were face to face, so close you could see the whites of his eyes.
"Hands at your sides, honey. I want to see the goods."
I can't be doing this. This isn't happening, this isn't how my life was meant to go!
Your arms limply fell to your sides. Your breasts were bared, and he looked at them with evident approval. A shudder rippled through you as his fingers found your nipples. You stifled a moan.
"You're a very responsive whore. People like that. You'll do well with us. Now, spread those legs."
This was even more humiliating and you had to fight yourself to do it. Your face burned red, and there were tears in your eyes, but you did as you were told. Your pussy, your mound and your labia were all exposed to him and you felt more vulnerable than you ever had in your life.
He reached down with his other hand and touched one. One at your tits and one between your legs, his fingers worked you in a slow but building pace. A dark pleasure sparked and danced, and you grit your teeth. Your legs started to shake, and before long you were whimpering. The hand on your breasts moved slowly, caressing you with an almost sensual motion. His fingers trapped and squeezed and pressed against your nipples, sending little sparks of heat racing through your body.
Your pussy was a different matter. His hands down there was firm and harsh, rubbing in a circular, rapid fashion as he homed in on exactly how to touch you. You squeaked and moaned, your knees shaking until you felt like you could barely stand. Humiliating wetness glimmered between your inner lips and just when you felt for sure that it couldn't get any worse, he slipped his fingers one by one inside of you.
He was rough, fast, firm and demanding and as your legs finally collapsed under you, his free hand gripped your waist to keep you on your feet.
"Can't have you collapsing too soon, honey," he said. "Ruins the game."
The only sound you could make was a gasping moan. Your insides churned; your thighs spasmed. His fingers worked you into a frenzy of blossoming heat and tightness until you couldn't hold back your moans. As the pleasure spiralled and twisted, you wondered if this was going to be your life now. Was this just how you would be treated for the next three years? A man between your legs, doing whatever he wanted and you just taking it?
Only...
Only, fuck, you weren't just taking it, were you? it felt good. Why did it feel so good?!
You arched your back as the pleasure built but just before you finally got your release, he pulled his fingers free! A sticky string of arousal connected his index finger to your throbbing pussy and you convulsed in desperate need.
"Oh fuck," you whispered. He finally let go and you half collapsed to your knees, the rough grass kissing your skin. "Oh god..."
"Good girl," he said. "Now it's dawning on you, isn't it? This is what you signed up for. This is what you're for now."
He looked at the glistening wetness that marked the fingers which had been inside of you until now.
"And it looks like you love it, huh?"
"I don't!" You said. "I just-"
"Can't help but get wet? Well, how about this."
He undid his pants, his cock was already hard. Your eyes locked to it, and you felt a curious sense of inevitability about the whole thing. As though you'd already cast off your choice and now all that was left was to see how far things would go.
"This cock is going inside you now," he said. "You can take it in your mouth or between your legs. What will it be?"
"I want..." The voice caught in your throat and your stomach churned. You didn't want it at all! You didn't want that throbbing, hard thing inside of you!
Did you?
Why couldn't you stop looking at it?
You'd never wanted any of this!
Slowly, you leaned forward. Your hand stroked the shaft, the hot skin playing against your splayed fingers. The man gave a grunt and a groan.
"Good girl," he said. "Show me what you've got."
You tasted him then. He was musky and thick, his arousal lay heavy on your tongue and dripped down your throat. His cock was hard, and it responded to your attentions. Your lips clamped closed around him and you sucked him off. You knelt in the park, naked like a whore, and sucked off the man who was going to run your life for the next three years.
"That's a good girl," he said again. "You get it, don't you? This is exactly where you should be. This is where you want to be. I saw it as soon as I saw your eyes. God, you're such a slut. You didn't even complain when I told you to strip."
You couldn't answer, your mouth was full. Your head bobbed back and forth, your tongue gently rested against his length. Your lips closed about him, and his grunting moans of satisfaction filled your ears.
The slap of your motions filled the park with a mortifying refrain. Drool and saliva dripped down your chin. You caught a new rhythm, moving faster now. Back and forth and back and forth. Your own arousal stained your inner thighs and frustration from your early denial struck through you.
God, you wanted to cum so much! You knew it wasn't the sort of thing you were meant to want in this situation, but you still wanted it! Here you were, kneeling and naked with a leaking fucking pussy as this man fucked your throat!
As by your thought alone, the man gave a louder, longer groan and his cock shuddered. Your mouth was filled by his cum, but before you could drink it all down like the slut you were, he pulled it from your lips, stroking his length with one hand, he spilled himself over your chest and tits. The sticky, wetness of his cum splashed across your front in an act of domination and ownership that made your toes curl.
When he was done, he tucked his cock into his pants again, looking down at you where you knelt - leaking, gasping, covered in his cum and naked - and gave a nod.
"Good," he said. "You're just the kind of whore we're looking for. Say goodbye to your old life - and don't bother with the clothes. You won't need them anymore."
He tossed something down at you and your eyes found a black, leather collar connected to a thin, metal leash that jingled with the impact. As you slowly, with shaking hands, fixed it against your throat, you realised you weren't even going to be able to walk out of this on two legs.
You were going to crawl naked, in a collar and a leash.
But really, wasn't that what you had always wanted?
He's been your friend since you were little. You practically grew up together. If there's one man in the whole world you would trust, it's him. After all, he just wants what's best for you!
It's not his fault if you're not smart enough to be a real person. He tried to have faith in you, Really, he did. But in the end, he just had to accept that, well, you weren't cut out for all those rights and having opinions and stuff. Isn't it much better when you're naked for him? Isn't it much better when you're kneeling?
When you submit?
And well, it's not like anyone else knows. It's just when the two of you are together, he expects you to be naked. And of course, you're never allowed to wear panties ever. Just so he can always run a finger or a hand down there and check.
In public? Well, of course! But at least he lets you keep it from your friends! You're such a strong, stubborn girl. Would they ever believe you spend your nights on your knees? Would they believe the same voice which argues so passionately chokes on his cock and gags for more?
Would they they believe how much you beg or how wet you get? He thinks about it sometimes, you know. He thinks about inviting them all over and letting them see the real you. Bringing you out naked and marked, your skin penned with ink. ''Slut'', ''Whore'', ''freeuse'' written right across your tits. They'd be horrified, right? Or... would they be turned on?
Imagine them watching you grind on his cock, a leash around your neck and clenched in his hand. Jerking you up and down like a toy, your whole body just quivering for more. Imagine the tears in your eyes, the same burning like fire inside.
But you still can't stop. You want it. You want it so much it hurts, so you start begging. Right in front of everyone you know, you beg for his cock, you beg him to fill you up.
It would be the end of your life as you know it, but maybe that's for the better...?
Just imagine what you could be if you only let yourself go.
"You think you have rights? You poor, confused little thing. You don't have rights. What you have is privileges. Shall we count them down for you?
"You have the privilege of being wet and dripping for me. You're allowed to touch yourself for me. Only for me. You want that driven in? Do it right now. Pull down your panties, rub that little clit of yours. Back and forth, the way you love it. I want to hear you moan.
"Ah, there we go. That's exactly what I like to hear. Now, where was I? Ah yes, your privileges. You're allowed to drip for me, honey. You're allowed to gasp and whimper and beg for me.
"Cum? Who said anything about cumming. Oh no, you're just going to edge and edge and edge. I want to see you tremble and beg. I want to see you break. I want to see that moment in your eyes, that dawning realisation that you aren't even allowed to cum on your own anymore.
"You gave yourself to me, after all. You must have known what you were setting yourself up for."
Aaaand it's that time of the year where I yo-yo back to tumblr again! This blog is for porn, not like, emotions, so I'll keep it brief! Life's hard for a lot of people right now and I haven't had the energy to be messing around here as much as I'd want.
Plus, tumblr is out to get me. It keeps insisting that this account isn't secure (it is, I've checked. I've jumped through all the hoops from google to tumblr itself.) which means that it's making it a pain for me to log in and out.
Pain to actually log in+low energy from just surviving = big reduction in porn writing! A shocking and cataclysmic result! But don't worry, I am feeling a bit more myself now and I'll see what I can do to get back into form!
I also may be talking about my next big project! I have a few new, longer form, ebooks that may be coming sooner or later. These ones are less ''hardcore fucking'' and more ''actual plot interspersed with hardcore fucking'' and tbh, I am not entirely sure how my audience is gonna take them - usually, I'm just the girl who delivers the fucking scenes but I guess we're all gonna see!
So, here's a fun question for other NSFW blogs out there. Have you ever wondered about the people that have you blocked? I ran into a blog today - and I'm not throwing shade here, my blog deals with heavy shit and dark fantasies, I absolutely encourage people to block if they feel they gotta - but like, I am pretty sure I never interacted with them at all. I never met them or saw them, so they must have found one of my posts in the wild and just decided it was too much .
It got me thinking a bit, you know? What kind of effect do we have on the world around us? How many people did what we do touch in one way or another? It just goes to show that what you do ripples outwards in ways you don't even expect, and I find that really cool!
This has been Bronze's random semi-philosophical musings!
