A new story - "Rented"!

The sexy full-bodied black girl lay on her bed exhausted, tired in every muscle and hole, her throat raw from being forced to swallow their cocks, the soft meat of her thighs and ass and breasts flushed and burning from their spanking hands, her sex slit gaping and drooling, her asshole painfully stretched.

This was a hard way to pay your rent.  A very hard way.  And her landlord made sure of it, forcing Cherri to perform like a whore every month.  On the first of the month – or whenever he felt like it.

At first, it had just been him, surreptitiously slipping into her apartment when his wife was out of town, making her strip down to some hooker clothing he had gotten, show herself off, then taking her bent over a chair or splayed out on the bed, leaving her crying and sweaty when he was done.  It was terrible, but she’d had to put up with stuff like that from her stepfather when she was a girl.  She felt despoiled and filthy, but was otherwise unhurt.

But lately, things had been getting worse.  He was inviting some of his white cracker friends over to share her holes, and, aside from having to service more guys, some of them were getting rough  with her – holding her bent over the sofa so they could spank her big, soft ass and flailing thighs while she cried pitifully, or one of them holding her up with her arms twisted behind her, legs dangling, while another used her as a punching bag, his heavy fists beating into her soft belly and flattening her big breasts against her ribs until she sagged and choked and thrashed and screamed.

Today there must have been at least ten of them, and the “first round” had taken several hours - hours of humiliation and pain for the sweaty girl.  Hours of being forced to kneel and work her way around the circle of laughing men, their cocks hanging voraciously, always ready for more.  Her neck ached from having to throat their knobs vigorously or face yet another spanking on her already burning thighs.  

And there was more coming.

Get it at www.smashwords.com/books/view/452172

New short story "SELFIE"!

A big blond isn’t getting the sex she wants from men, so she takes matters into her own hands.  Or does she?

“SELFIE” - Read some for FREE at www.smashwords.com/books/view/443066

The first of a new series, “Tied Together Tales” - each with a twist!

The whole pitiless Asha trilogy is now available, with all its bondage and suffering women:

“Asha has been Taken” - www.smashwords.com/books/view/420206

“Asha was Used” - www.smashwords.com/books/view/431183

and now, “Asha Released” -  www.smashwords.com/books/view/436919

Hope you enjoy it!  As always, comments appreciated!

Kisses,

Slut Tina

I have trouble opening my eyes, still nauseous from being knocked out.  Can’t move arms - under me somewhere.  Head up, on pillow?  Something in mouth, filling it, wrenching my jaw open.  Too open.  Hurts.  

Flickers of light.  A room.  Sounds of men laughing.  In front of my eyes two beige mounds.  Past them two legs, wide spread, then, in the distant darkness, men.

More awake.  Struggle to move.  Can’t.  Arms bound.  Something tight around my forearms.  Ankles, too.  Can’t pull legs together.  

Scared.  Where am I?  My cry for help a thin moaning noise that attracts attention.  Between my bare breasts, I see down over my belly to my crotch.  All naked. Squirming.  

I heave and jerk, plunging up and down on the bed against the pitiless ropes holding me, helpless to stop them, those men gathering at the foot of the bed, talking about my body as if it were meat, something for them to grope and spank and rape and whip.  Something I can’t prevent.  But which, with my head up on this pillow, I have to watch.

A meaty hand surrounding a beer bottle comes closer as I watch.  The bottle’s neck poking painfully at my breasts before sliding down over my belly.  I try to jerk away, to ask them not to, to scream, to plead, to beg, to cry out, to squeal helplessly as the hard glass is shoved into my cunt, further and further, until the wide part hammers my clit.

I scream, keep on screaming, writhing and shaking until I faint.

"Asha was Used" is now out!

My new story, “Asha was Used” is now out!  It continues the story begun in “Asha has been Taken”.  Instructed to meet a strange man - who claimed to know more of the story - in a foreign city, I went.  Only to discover, too late, that he was one of those who had tortured Asha.  

Read some free here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/431183

Or “Asha has been Taken” here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/420206

To the girl hanging by her wrists, naked, denched in sweat, her mouth filled with and clenched on his old socks.

Not so fast, my pet, not so fast.  Let them take their time with your sweet tits, watching your suffering between strokes, laying the blazing pain across a slightly different area each time, until every piece of you chest meat is howling, and you're way past not being able to take it any more. And they do eventually rape you, their hard hands crushing you screaming breasts until you can't breath with the pain.  Then they go back to whipping you.

A hand gathers the wires and tugs.  OOOOOW!

Someone is kissing my ear.  Don’t do that.  Don’t make nice. Just TAKE THOSE THINGS OFF!  A voice whispers again - definitely a woman’s voice - “Do you like having your nippies shocked, Tina?”   NO NO NO NO NO!  “I know.  You don’t.  You hate it, don’t you.  Too bad.  Juan left you with us until tomorrow night.”

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO I try to say, my tongue cramping from pushing on the gag.

There are hands on my face, pulling it back against the chair.  Finding my nose, pinching it shut.   

AIR!  AIR!!  I make desperate mewing sounds through the gag, thrashing against the restraints.  Something wet tickles my ear.  She’s tonguing my ear, and I’m suffocating.  My lungs are burning, my belly spasming as I try to breath.  Immured inside myself, I hear the chair creaking and shuddering on the floor with my contortions.

The fingers let go, and I suck in great gusts of air, my chest rising and falling crazily, which makes those clamps hurt. I’d forgotten about them.  I hear giggles.  “Oooh, yeah.  Let’s do that some more,”  someone says.

Hands with fingers are messing around with my cunt.  More than one hand, because they’re pulling my lips apart, baring my little nub.  

DON’T HIT ME THERE!  PLEEEEEEEEASE!  

The fingers dig into my hole for some juice, then start rubbing.  Gently.  Rhythmically.  The way I like it.  Why do guys never seem to get this right?  It’s so easy.  I’m relaxing, the feeling starting to build.  My breathing getting faster.  The fingers getting faster.  Higher.  Almost, almost, just a little bit more . . .

OOOOOOOOOOW!!  That hurt!  The shock burned my tits like someone put a candle flame to them.  And the nice fingers stopped rubbing.  My legs squeeze against the straps, trying to get some friction, but no luck.  The fingers stretching my lips pull harder, though.  Hey.  HEY.  HEEEEEEYYY!!  THAT HURTS!

Something hard is pushing against my excited little nub, and I heave forward desperately, trying to frog myself on it, forgetting that hard things aren’t usually good.  My whole cunt explodes as the violet wand goes on.  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!   STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT PLEEEEEEEEEASE OOOOOOOOOOOW.  My whole being is just that fiery pain between my legs, my body contorting and leaping against the restraints.  Somewhere I hear screams.

If you like this, check out my new book, “Asha has been Taken” and read some for FREE!

www.smashwords.com/books/view/420206