Fast Trak Promotion (Sindy Hunter & Truemaster)

[Sindy Hunter]

Catherine Philips gave a forlorn sigh. She had just finished a phone call from her husband, Ryan. Ryan was an electrical engineer working on a system installation at a new construction project on the other side of the country. The call was their usual daily catch-up, but Ryan had told his wife that he would be away from home for longer than he thought, due to a problem with supplies at the site.

Ryan had already been away for a week and Catherine, or Cathy as she preferred to be called, had been looking forward to him returning home that weekend, but now it seemed he would be away for another week. Cathy took a breath, steadying herself, before climbing out of her car and walking into her workplace. She was a junior manager in the Sales department of Aspis Security Systems, a position she had been promoted to after just three years at the company. Initially, Cathy was employed as a data analyst, but her ambition, friendly nature and impressive work ethic, saw her quickly advance to team leader. Twelve months later she became the manager of three of the teams in the department.

Cathy had enjoyed her management role and now had her sights set on becoming the department manager, but that didn’t seem to be a role that would be available any time soon. Joan Baker held that position, she had done so for the last fifteen years. At fifty-six she was twice Cathy’s age and was looking to spend the next four years as manager before retiring. Cathy held no animosity towards Joan, and the department was a pleasurable place to work, however, Cathy wished there would be an opportunity to advance her career sooner than four years.

Aspis developed security systems for domestic, commercial and government use. It had been successful but recently had expanded into the military sector. The research and development section was a completely self-contained building. Access to it had always been highly restricted, but after taking on military contracts it increased further, with the workforce being kept separate from the rest of the Aspis employees. Only Aspis Directors were able to freely enter the facility. It felt so remote from the rest of the company that the building was nicknamed “The Island”.

Cathy sat at her desk and switched on her computer. As she waited for it to start her phone buzzed. She saw she had an email from one of her girlfriends, Karen Austin. Karen and Cathy had been at university together. Karen now lived in another city but regularly met up with Cathy and some other friends. The last time they met was about a month ago. It had been quite a wild night. After meeting for dinner the group of friends went on to a club and partied until early morning with lots of drink being consumed. Cathy was quite out of it by the end of the night and her memory of events was very sketchy. She kind of remembered Karen, another woman and herself getting a taxi home.

Karen’s email simply read “Oh what a naughty girl!” and below was a link to a file named “Caught in the Act”. Cathy gave a puzzled look and tapped on the link and a second later a video started playing on the screen of her phone. The shaky image showed the inside of a club and a group of women gathered around a table. The picture was so unsteady it was difficult to make out who the people were but it was easy to see one woman with her face lowered to the table top.

The camera steadied and closed in on the woman and the image became clearer. Cathy gasped as she saw herself snorting a line of white powder through a rolled-up banknote. Cathy watched in disbelief as she witnessed herself on video throwing her head back and groaning in delight from inhaling the suspicious powder.

Before Cathy could recover from that shock, the scene on the video changed. It now showed a dark dirty alley with two people up against a wall. One was a man the other a woman. Cathy wanted to look away but forced herself to watch. The man was passionately kissing the woman, obstructing the view of the woman’s identity. Finally, the man stepped back and Cathy saw the woman in the video was her once more. She watched in stunned silence as the man said something and Cathy’s image grinned and nodded. What happened next almost caused Cathy to vomit as she watched herself on screen bend over, supporting herself against the wall as the man pulled up her dress and entered her, then began violently fucking her.

Cathy turned the phone off, glad it had been muted. She sat in a daze, having no recollection of those acts in the video happening. With trembling hands, she emailed Karen back. “Where did you get this video? This is not me!”. A moment after pressing the send button Cathy’s phone buzzed. The email app had a new message, “Unable to deliver to the address provided”. Cathy shook her head in disbelief, unable to comprehend what was happening. She decided to call Karen but as the phone connected she received the message “This number is no longer in use”.

Before Cathy could think any more of what to do about the video Joan Baker approached her desk. “Morning Cathy. Are you ready for this morning’s progress meeting? We are about to start.”. Cathy managed to snap herself out of her shocked state, “Erm… Y… Yes, Joan… I’m right behind you”. For the next hour, Cathy had to sit in the meeting, unable to concentrate on what was being said, her thoughts focused on the incriminating video. If anyone at Aspis saw the footage she would be instantly dismissed and if Ryan saw it her marriage would be over. It was a life-destroying situation Cathy was in and had no idea how to get out of it.

After the meeting, Cathy went back to her desk. She turned her phone back on and saw a new email message. It was from an address she didn’t recognise and the one-word subject read “Redemption”. She hesitated to open the message, frightened of what new horror it might contain. Finally, she tapped the phone’s screen and the message appeared. “Call the number below at 13:00 exactly. Fail to do so and the video goes to everyone you know”. Cathy shook with fear from not knowing who was doing this to her or why they would want to. She looked around the office to see if anyone was watching, playing a very sick joke on her, but everyone was busy. She spent the next three hours trying to work out what was going on. At 12:59 Cathy was sitting in her car. At 13:00 she called the number on the mystery email. The call connected and there was the hiss of electronic silence. “Hello?... It’s Cathy… Cathy Philips… You asked me to call this number”.

 

[Truemaster]

Earl Brooks was a man that sold information. He was a kinda illegal information broker. He was good at it to. He acquired this information and technologies through any means necessary. In a recent deal he had acquired a video of an Aspis Security employee. He sat in his car with his tablet. He was scrolling through her company file as well as her Facebook page. She wasn't real high up in management in fact near the bottom but with a little push here and there she could make something of herself in the company. Her family life was pretty dull the standard husband. Most of her life was pretty uninteresting, at least to Earl.

He knew Aspis Security had some valuable information to the right people. He had an Asset all ready but they were mostly low level. They could tell him who knew what and where they kept files or the codes but had no access to actually retrieve the information. The new asset though She could.

He stood in a small warehouse with a briefcase waiting for a client. Looking at his watch he was upset the client was late. It was nearly 12:40. This had to be finished by 13:00. Finally the man entered. "I think you will find this information valuable." He said lifting his briefcase. Stephen, His body guard lifted a laptop holding it open. A web page was loaded . It had a transfer all setup just needed the account number to pull the money from. After that was handed he handed over the briefcase and left. His car pulled up as he left the building. It drove off after he and his security entered.

He checked his watch again. He had a few minutes to go. He hated the initial meeting with his new asset. It wasn't the fact he was really using them or forcing their hand it was the uncertainty. Would they try and run and hope for the best or try and talk their way out of it with their employer, family or whoever that he had the dirt for. He hated that because he' have to release the information. If he didn't his reputation would be ruined and no one would fall in line but it meant he burned the source without any financial benefit.

The phone rang. He let it ring twice before he picked up. He could hear the fear and anxiety in her voice. He spoke professionally but with a slight warm tone to help calm her down while being firm and taking charge. "Hello Cathy. I am glad you made the right choice. I know your scared. I don't want to hurt you. I am here to help you. I will keep the film in my private vault. All you have have to do is follow my instructions."

After she responded hopefully a little calmer he continued. "In your bosses office is a folder marked Andyngo. I want you to get that and mail it to me. Make sure you get a tracking number and text it to this number. That is all I want from you. Can you handle that Cathy?"

He preferred to give new asset a simple easy tasks if the circumstances and time allowed. This let them think they weren't doing anything really wrong and maybe they would be free afterwards.

He knew the office had a security camera covering the door but none in the office itself and she'd have general access to the area. Getting the file out without her being caught by that might present some challenge but for what he would expect later it was relatively easy.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Cathy’s heart pounded in her chest as she waited for a reply. When it came she was shocked by the calm measured tone of the voice. She had expected to hear a wheezing grubby pervert, instead, the man sounded confident and professional. The man didn’t give his name but attempted to put Cathy at ease, telling her he had no intention of exposing the videos so long as she did what he requested.

For the first time since speaking, Cathy managed to take a breath. “S… So… Wh… What do you want?” Cathy stuttered, expecting a demand for money or something worse. The sound of a slight chuckle from the man terrified Cathy, it also enraged her that the unknown person was deriving pleasure from her anguish.

Once more the man spoke authoritatively, telling Cathy that all she needed to do was mail him a document file. He gave the file name and told her it was held in Cathy’s manager’s office. Cathy grabbed a pen and notepad from the car’s door pocket and scribbled down the file name. It was a name she wasn’t familiar with, knowing that if it was stored in Joan Baker’s office it would be an old file; one that hadn’t been added to the company computer system.

The man instructed Cathy to track the mailed package and text him the tracking number. Cathy started to speak, asking why she had been targeted, but the line went dead. A moment later, Cathy’s phone buzzed indicating a text had arrived. Looking at her screen Cathy saw it was the address of a post-office box, obviously where she had to send the file. She sat in her car for a few minutes. At first, she tried to make sense of what was happening, but then she began planning how to get the file out of Joan’s office. It should have been a simple task since the filing cabinet that held the older documents wasn’t locked. The problem was Joan, she hardly ever left her office and if she did, she would lock the door.

Returning to the office and sitting at her desk, Cathy looked around, trying to figure out how to get Joan out of her office. She knew she would only need a minute to find the file. Cathy’s gaze fell on Terry Atkins. He was part of one of the teams Cathy was responsible for. Terry was a nice guy but not one of the brightest, constantly making silly mistakes. A plan hatched in Cathy’s mind, and she instantly felt awful for what she was about to do.

Making sure nobody was paying her any attention, Cathy remotely logged onto Terry’s computer and then accessed the root directory of the project Terry was working on. Cathy took a deep breath and clicked the delete command on the directory. She waited a few minutes and then heard frantic mouse clicks and typing coming from Terry’s desk. Eventually, Terry came up to Cathy’s desk, looking very sheepish. “Erm… Cathy… There seems to be a problem with the Sky Vision project… I can’t find any of the files” mumbled Terry.

Cathy acted as if she knew nothing about the issue. She logged onto the server that held the project directory and pretended to be shocked that the directory was missing. Cathy faked trying to recover the missing data and then announced, “I’ll need to get Joan to come and take a look, I don’t think I have the necessary permissions”. Terry looked mortified as Cathy went to Joan’s office, feeling terrible for putting him in that situation.

Cathy tapped on Joan’s office door and said, “Joan, can you come look at the project system? It looks as if Terry has deleted the project he is working on. I don’t have permission to retrieve data from the backups.” Joan sighed heavily and said, “Can’t that idiot do anything right?”. In an annoyed state, Joan got up and stormed out of her office to go and see Terry. As soon as Joan was gone, Cathy delved into the filing cabinet and quickly found the Andyngo file.

Cathy slipped back to her desk and dropped the file into her desk drawer, instantly feeling a sense of relief. The difficult part of her task had been completed, she just needed to mail the file. As Cathy’s problem seemed to be fading Terry’s was getting worse. Joan was furious that he had seemingly managed to delete an entire project and was threatening him with dismissal.

As the entire office watched Joan admonish Terry, Cathy took the opportunity to take the file and sneak out of Aspis, driving into the nearby town to post the file to the unknown man. Once the package containing the file had been processed, Cathy texted the tracking number as she had been told. She waited for a few seconds to see if there would be a reply but there was none. She hoped that the man would be true to his word and not release the damming videos and that would be the last she heard from him.

When Cathy returned to Aspi, Joan called her into her office. For a moment Cathy thought she had been found out but Joan was still fuming about Terry. “You need to do something about him!” raged Joan, adding “Everything he works on turns to crap… You’re responsible for him, so either he gets a grip or you’re both out!”. Cathy felt Joan was overreacting, but since she was the one who deleted the data she couldn’t argue. Still, Cathy thought making threats of being sacked was just spiteful.

 

[Truemaster]

Earl watched the tracking until the file arrived. She had gotten him everything he asked for. It took him a few days to gather all the relevant information he needed for Cathy's next task but he finally called her. "Hello Cathy. You did well. I received the file and the video is safely tucked away. Now for your next task you need server room access. This one is going to be much harder for you since you don't have direct access. Roy Treyman is an IT tech that does have access. He likes to hang out at the hotel just down from his place. There he often picks up prostitutes. You are going to steal his key card. Once you have the key card I will give you more instructions."

Earl knew this was a big step for Cathy but he also knew her husband was the kinda man who would divorce over one infidelity so a second would not really make things all that much worse. He would remind her of that if needed. While he waited for her to call him back. he did his research on just where she needed to go from there. He also made sure a thumb drive was on her desk by his other asset.

When she called back informing him she had the card he continued with his instructions. "Your going to access the server room and your going to do two things. The first is your going to look for a file called ApexDagger. You are going to find where the prototype is located. The second thing your going to do is add files from the thumb drive I placed on your desk to a file marked Steel Storm.When you have completed this you are to leave the key card in the hallway by the stairs. Make it look like it was dropped. You don't want anyone to know it was used by anyone other than Roy." The file was not a virus or anything malicious in code for a computer. It simply made it look like the one of the individuals who had worked on the project had made a copy of the files as well as changed some of the security protocols. He was trying to shake the tree a little and create a direction for Cathy to go. It was a bit early and she was unlikely to be promoted but in the long run it would help her, well Earl. She was just a pawn to him.

Earl hoped that the file found on the drive would bring up questions about one of her coworkers and allow her to replace them on a company trip coming up. It would be likely to be her. The others on her team either were not high enough up in seniority or position. That gave her a reasonable chance. He unfortunately did not have time to engineer the situaton to garantee she was chosen.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Cathy was a nervous wreck after posting the file to the unknown man. Worried her theft would be discovered or that the blackmailer would post the video evidence he had on her. After a couple of days, she began to relax. Nobody in the office had mentioned a missing file and there had been no messages about the videos. Then, on the third day, Cathy received a telephone call during her lunch break. It was a pleasant day and she sat alone in the company grounds. She instantly recognised the number and a shiver of fear swept through her.

Hesitantly Cathy answered the call. Before she could speak the familiar voice of her blackmailer, congratulated her on completing the task he had assigned her. The man then announced a new assignment. "What?... No... No... I did as you asked... I thought that was all you wanted." cried Cathy, but the man ignored her and chuckled. He continued, explaining that Cathy needed to access the company server room, open a file to determine the location of a product prototype and amend another project directory. Instantly, Cathy thought it impossible to achieve what was being demanded. The server that held the specified data was in 'The Island", and she had no access to the building.

However, the blackmailer had already formed a plan. He instructed Cathy to steal the security pass from one of the IT technicians, Roy Treyman. It was a name Cathy wasn't familiar with, which wouldn't be unusual if Roy worked in 'The Island'. She was aware of the hotel mentioned. It was used mainly by businesses and the owners turned a blind eye to working girls that frequented it, so long as they were discrete. Cathy pleaded with the man not to make her go through with the scheme. Stealing the file had been bad enough to have her lose her job, but what she was being asked to do could land her in prison.

The man remained calm, asking Cathy if her husband took their marriage vows seriously. Cathy at once realised what the man was implying. Ryan was religious and believed marriage to be sacrosanct. If he ever found out Cathy had been unfaithful he would instantly divorce her. "So, how am I supposed to pick up Roy if he uses prostitutes?" asked Cathy with more than a hint of annoyance in her voice. The man laughed and told her she had just answered her own question. The call ended and Cathy returned to her desk, finding the thumb drive the man had referred to. Making sure she no one was paying her any attention she looked up Roy Treyman in the company employee directory. He was average-looking, single and had been at the company for six years.

The rest of the day passed very quickly. As Cathy made her way home she knew what she needed to do. Once home she went to her bedroom and looked for a revealing outfit that wasn't too trashy. As she fixed her hair and makeup, Cathy couldn't believe she was actually going to go through with the sick disgusting plan. She slipped on her highest heels and studied herself in the mirror. Her pink blouse was unbuttoned enough to display more than an appropriate amount of cleavage and her grey pleated skirt stopped four inches short of her knee. "Christ, I do look like a slutty secretary!" Cathy thought before leaving to head to the hotel.

It was 20:00 when Cathy arrived at the hotel. She could barely walk straight, her body trembled because she was so nervous. She hoped she wouldn't see anyone who would recognise her. It would be difficult to explain why she was there dressed the way she was. Cathy headed to the bar and ordered a double gin and tonic to try and calm herself. She looked around to see if she could see Roy but he wasn't there. As Cathy sipped her drink another woman approached the bar and stood beside her. It was obvious the woman was a hooker. She wore a tight t-shirt, emphasising her enormous chest, and a pair of tight slacks that looked sprayed on. The woman turned to Cathy and said "Hi... I ain't seen you here before".

Cathy felt her face blush and nervously replied, "No... It's my first time here". The woman grinned, picked up her drink and walked away. Cathy was relieved she was alone again. As she continued to drink and look for Roy, Cathy didn't notice a large black man, until he was standing over her. "Hey, babe... My girl Tori tells me it's your first time here..." said the man, smiling broadly. The sudden voice made Cathy start. "Oh... Ye... Yes... It's my first time". The man continued to smile, and said, "That's cool... But you see, only my girls get to work here... No independents allowed". The smile faded and the man's expression became serious. Cathy hadn't considered this situation, she couldn't just leave, nor would it be easy to convince the man she wasn't posing as a hooker.

So desperate to complete her task and not considering the consequences, Cathy asked "So... How do I become one of your girls?". The black man's smile returned and he replied, "It's a simple process, honey... I just need to interview you... In my private office... Follow me". The man turned and headed towards the elevators with Cathy following. The woman who had spoken to Cathy earlier nodded and winked at her and it was then that Cathy fully appreciated what was happening. Cathy rode the elevator with the man. She was shaking with fear of what was possibly going to happen. The lift stopped and the man walked out with Cathy following. He opened the door of one of the rooms and ushered Cathy inside, followed her in, closing and locking the door behind him. "I'm Baron... You call me Sir or Daddy... Understand bitch?" growled the black man. Cathy just nodded, unable to speak, thinking she was going to pass out or throw up.

Baron began to undress and said, "Time to show me what you got... I need you to be able to turn at least four tricks a night". Cathy stood frozen as she watched Baron get naked. He was heavily muscled and tattooed. When he dropped his pants Cathy gasped. Baron's manhood hung limp but it was at least six inches long. Baron chuckled and said "Fucking white chicks... I always have to break them in".

 

[Truemaster]

Once he had stripped down he turned to her. He looked her over slightly confused. He then leaned in towards her face with his. "I wasn't asking bitch. Show me what you got. Don't make me strip you. You won't like that." He pulled his face back and brought a knife out which he revealed the blade on. Beyond the showing of the knife he made no more threatening moves. As he saw her start to strip he put the knife away and stepped back. "I don't care what you do during the day as long as you aren't talking to the cops but you will be here every night and you will not leave before talking to me. Is that understood?"

When she had finished stripping he walked around her. He was mostly looking for any signs she had a pimp. He was fearful she was working for a pimp trying to muscle in on his turf. He finally sat on the bed. "Use your mouth to get me hard." He let her ease up to taking him all but in the end pushed her mouth against him until he hit her throat holding her there for a time before pulling her off of him. He moved her onto the bed on her back. He slapped her legs apart before running his finger along her leg to her pussy where he pressed in feeling how used it was. He then pulled back grabbing her legs pulling her until her pussy was just at the edge of the bed. "I do hope your ready for a real man." He pressed the tip against her pressing in until he felt her body resisting. It didn't take him long to push his way inside her. Once in he continued thrusting vigorously. The man had impressive stamina and continued fucking her for some time. When he was finished he left himself deep inside her letting him become flaccid before pulling out. While he did this he kissed her. He finally pulled his tongue out of her mouth. He pulled his flaccid manhood out and stood up.

"You can sit but don't stand." He said moving to where she had left her things. He searched through until he found an ID card. "Catherine Philips" He said reading the name. He took the card placing it in a drawer. "I am keeping this in case you get cold feet. Go ahead and get dressed then freshen up. He pointed to the sink. " He started to get dressed. When she was finished he handed her a room key. "This is for the next room over. Leave the money in the drawer beside the bed. All of it. You need to do at least four tricks and this didn't count Catherine." He grabbed her by her jaw. "Just so we are clear. I don't play games. I am very serious." He let her go.

When she got to the lobby and sat down at the bar after not seeing Roy Treyman another man would sit down beside her placing his hand along her thigh. "You don't look familiar are you new?" As he said that Roy Treyman would step out of the lift with a young woman. While she was up interviewing he had come and found Ashley, His favorite. He always chose her if she was available. She walked to the bar and sat down and he walked to the main door and exited the building.

 

[Sindy Hunter]

Cathy flinched as Baron ordered her to get naked. She was frozen with fear but the sudden appearance of the evil-looking knife snapped her out of her stupor. She couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated, from pretending to be a prostitute to now becoming one after just a few minutes of entering the hotel. Even worse she was now owned by a pimp who seemed extremely dangerous and capable of anything. Cathy tried to quickly undress, but her nervousness made her fingers struggle to unfasten the buttons on her blouse. "Are you shitting me bitch?" asked Baron in an irritated tone, then added, "It's supposed to be a striptease. The fucking clue is in the name you dumb cunt!". Cathy gasped and then tried to sway and gyrate as she removed her clothes.

Baron appeared to be satisfied that he had Cathy under control. He put his knife away and watched with amusement as Cathy awkwardly revealed herself. He could tell that this was her very first time as a hooker. In his estimation, he thought that she'd sucked and fucked a few guys, probably when she was drunk or high, and now decided she could make some quick money. Braon also noticed Cathy’s wedding ring but his only concern was potential trouble from a husband. He knew she was soon going to learn that being a whore is harder than it looked. As Cathy reached her underwear Baron laid out his conditions, telling her he expected her at the hotel every night and would report to him before she left. Cathy nodded to indicate she understood but was already planning to escape at the first opportunity, not caring about stealing Roy Treyman's security pass.

Once naked Cathy nervously stood in the centre of the room, her hands clasped in front of her and her head bowed. Baron slowly walked around her, inspecting his latest piece of property. He gave a snort of derision and asked rhetorically, "Shit, you've no fucking idea have you?". Cathy trembled expecting to be physically assaulted. Instead, Baron stood in front of her and said, "You really think anyone will want to pay to fuck you looking like that?... No 'John' wants a timid little mouse to fuck, he wants an eager slut... Now stand up straight... Get your shoulders back to push those titties out... and fucking smile!". Cathy took the pose Baron described and he chuckled and shook his head, saying "Christ, you're going to need to work on your slut-self".

Baron sat on the end of the bed. He spread his legs and ordered Cathy to suck him. It took a second for her to process what Baron had demanded, which would mean being unfaithful to her husband. Having decided there was no alternative than to continue, Cathy slowly sank to her knees and crawled a short distance so she was between Baron's legs. She stared at the thick long limp cock and the goose egg-sized testicles that hung on either side of it. Even in its deflated state, it was a little longer than when Ryan was fully hard and certainly much thicker. Cathy reached out and slowly wrapped her hand around the flaccid shaft, although she couldn’t fully encompass it.

Instantly the black snake began to pulse, twitch and grow. Cathy watched in fascination as the soft flesh transformed, doubling its length, becoming as stiff as iron and swelling enough to prise open her grip. The impressive size was daunting yet Cathy couldn’t stop staring at it, mesmerised by its masculine beauty. She could feel her body responding in a way that it shouldn’t. As her breathing and heartbeat quickened she felt her face flush, her nipples began to tingle and throbbing between her legs. Even though Baron was an intimidating thug he was handsome and well-groomed. He looked good and smelt good and Cathy was becoming seduced.
“Get that pretty mouth working, bitch…” urged Baron, adding “I guess you never had a dick like mine before, so I’ll let you start off easy… Just suck and lick it like a popsicle”. Cathy did as she was told, starting by kissing the fat bloated mushroom head, then licking and sucking it and the rest of the broad firm shaft. As she worshipped the ebony member she could feel Baron’s body heat and his pulse throbbing through the cock and soon drops of sweet-tasting precum oozed from the slit of the cockhead. After a couple of minutes, Baron told Cathy to start sucking. An unwanted spasm of excitement rippled through Cathy. She knew she shouldn’t be reacting in such a way as she was about to betray her husband but that didn’t stop her from opening her mouth as wide as possible and taking the giant black cock in her hot wet mouth.

This brought the first sign of approval from Baron, “Mmmm…. Yeah, get that tongue working… Take it all, bitch…”. Cathy sucked and licked, dipping her head further down the shaft but her airway was quickly blocked and she began to gag. She pulled back, coughing and spluttering, saliva drooling from her mouth. Without being told she returned to the task but again started to struggle. As she tried to retreat Baron gripped the back of Cathy’s head and forced himself to the back of her throat. Cathy’s watering eyes grew wide, she thought she was going to choke to death, but suddenly the invading shaft popped into her throat.

Baron held her still and told her to relax and breathe through her nose. Slowly, Cathy calmed until she could accommodate the bloated length that caused her throat to bulge obscenely. Seeming satisfied, Baron withdrew himself, leaving Cathy coughing and gasping. In one effortless motion, Baron pulled Cathy up and tossed her onto the bed. He pushed her legs apart and leaned over her, his wet shiny cock jutting out of his body, bobbing up and down in a hypnotising fashion. He glanced down at Cathy’s sex and could see that she was aroused, and with a grin said, “I do hope you’re ready for a real man”.

Baron didn’t show any consideration for Cathy as he impaled her. The engorged head of his rampant cock burrowed its way inside her body, reaching depths that had never been reached before, and stretching out the path to Cathy’s womb. At first, the only sensation Cathy had was a burning stinging pain, worse than when she had lost her virginity. She thought she was being ripped apart but could offer no resistance to Baron’s physical power.
Once Baron had sunk in his entire length he became motionless, allowing Cathy’s body to adjust.

When Baron saw Cathy become less alarmed he slowly withdrew, causing her to wince. Steadily he began to piston in and out. Pulling out so just his cockhead was inside before feeding his entire length back in. Gradually Cathy’s sounds of pain and discomfort turned to moans and groans of pleasure. Baron could feel Cathy’s pussy relaxing and becoming slick with her juice and he started to pick up the pace of his thrusting. He grinned, knowing he had corrupted another white woman who would be addicted to his alpha cock. As the black shaft slid back and forth the room was filled with the sound of grunting and gasping. Each time Baron bottomed out, Cathy’s pussy omitted a vulgar squelch from being so wet.

As the hurt and trauma of Baron’s sexual assault faded, Cathy tried to deny the sensations within her body, but they were too powerful to deny. She had never experienced such vigorous and brutal sex. Her husband was a gentle and considerate lover, whereas Baron was uncaringly dominant. Any thoughts of guilt and shame from cheating on Ryan were obliterated by the lust that consumed Cathy. She whimpered as her orgasm began to ignite and then gave a teeth-clenched groan as it exploded, causing her body to become rigid and convulse and her eyes to roll back in her head. As the savage orgasm subsided, Cathy expected Baron to satisfy himself and finish, instead, he just kept pounding her, exciting her sensitive body to another mind-shattering climax. By the time it arrived, Cathy had lost all resistance, her legs were wrapped around Baron’s waist and she was urging him on, “Yes!... Oh, Yes!... Harder!... Harder!”.

Eventually, Baron reached his point of release. “Take my nut, slut!... In your fucking married cunt!”. His words were foul and shaming, yet they caused Cathy to shiver with excitement. She also felt Baron’s forceful ejaculation spray her insides. There were several pulses from his throbbing cock, unlike the single one from Ryan when he came. As Baron’s climax subsided he bowed down and kissed Cathy passionately, his tongue invading her mouth just like his cock had her pussy. Cathy didn’t oppose him and willingly responded with the same degree of passion. It was only now Cathy realised Baron had not used a condom and was glad she was taking birth control. Once he was saited, Baron pulled out of Cathy with a loud slurp, and his copious, thick creamy seed dibbled out of Cathy’s distended hole.

He left Cathy sprawled on the bed, telling her she could sit but not stand. At that moment she was too physically and mentally exhausted to do anything, not bothered about trying to hide her modesty. She watched as Baron searched through her clothes. He tossed her panties and bra into the trash bin, saying “You won’t be needing them anymore…”. He then found Cathy’s Aspis identity card, holding it up triumphantly and reading out loud the content. Cathy watched Baron pocket the card and a wave of anguish swept through her. With Baron having her true identity and place of work, Cathy was now controlled by two men.

Baron dressed and handed Cathy a room key, telling her that was where she would be taking her clients. He also reiterated what he expected from her, warning her that he wasn’t playing a game. When Baron left Cathy got up and went to clean herself. When she looked in the mirror she barely recognised her reflection. Her makeup was smudged and had run, her hair was a tangled mess and there were patches of wet and dried fluids across her face and chest. She looked exactly like someone who had been well fucked. She then remembered the real purpose she was at the hotel for and quickly fixed her appearance and headed back to the hotel bar.

Cathy scanned the room as she entered it but there was no sign of Roy Treyman so she went and sat at the bar, ordering another gin and tonic to help calm herself as she came to terms with what had just happened. Cathy had only been sat down for a minute when a man sat beside her. He placed his hand on Cathy’s thigh and asked if she was new at the hotel. Cathy’s first instinct was to tell the man to fuck off but then she saw Baron watching her from across the room. Forcing a smile, Cathy replied, “Yes… It’s my first time here”. The man grinned, licking his lips he said, “I’m always keen to try new things… So what’s your name sweety?”. It seemed things were going from bad to worse for Cathy; as if her life was jinxed. That’s when a thought struck her. “My name?... I’m Jinx…” replied Cathy and seeing that Baron was still watching she added, “Shall we go to my room?”.

As the man escorted Cathy to the elevators, she saw Roy Treyman exiting one of the elevators with a glamorous-looking blonde woman. Cathy guessed Roy had just finished being entertained by the woman and would probably be leaving. Agonisingly she watched him walk away as the man led her into an elevator. Cathy realised she would have to return the following evening to try and pick up Roy. She wanted to leave there and then but had no option but to perform her new role as a whore. She hoped she could service four customers as quickly as possible and end the nightmare she was living.

Fortunately for Cathy, her first customer didn’t want anything more than to feel her up and then fuck her. She found the room she had been allocated was stocked for its intended use, with a box of condoms and a tub of wet wipes on the bedside table. At first, Cathy felt awkward trying to act amorous with the man but she convinced herself it wasn’t her being a slut, it was Jink. The man was very excited and didn’t last long. Cathy wasn’t even sure he was inside her after being opened up by Baron’s enormous manhood. The man quickly dressed and thanked Cathy as he handed over the payment. She watched him leave and then at the bills in her hand, bizarrely thinking that it was a good amount for such a small amount of time, even though Baron would be taking most of it.

With the client's money in the bedside table’s drawer, Cathy returned to the bar to find her next customers. It didn’t take long for men to approach her, word had spread that there was a new piece of ass working. Client number two was another quick grope and fuck. Number three wanted Cathy to wank him over her tits while she told him what a filthy slut his wife was. Surprisingly, Cathy found herself enjoying making up a story about the man’s wife, plus she didn’t have to fake enjoying intercourse with the man. Cathy’s final client for the evening was considerably older than the others, she guessed he was at least sixty and acted very polite and charming.

When Cathy and the old man entered the hotel room, Cathy asked him to undress. The man said that wouldn’t be necessary and she didn’t need to undress either. He didn’t want her to touch him, nor did he want to have sex with her. Cathy asked what he wanted. The man replied he wanted her to sit at the foot of the bed so he could give her oral. Cathy wasn’t sure how things would work out but agreed to his request. Receiving oral was something Cathy had never particularly enjoyed, her husband had done it a few times but Cathy thought it was just a lot of slobbering and licking.

Cathy sat at the end of the bed, spread her legs and flipped up her skirt. The man crawled between Cathy’s thighs and told her to lay back and relax. Cathy was happy to do so, it was more comfortable and she didn’t have to look at the man. She felt his warm breath on her sex then his hot wet tongue slither along the groove of her lips. The sensation wasn’t entirely unpleasant and Cathy’s breathing increased slightly. The tongue swept back and forth a few times before parting the rubbery lips. “Mmmm…. You are nicely wet, my dear, and taste delicious!” purred the man before continuing his efforts.

The man’s technique had been perfected over the years, he knew exactly how to arouse and excite a woman’s most sensitive part. As the oral stimulation continued Cathy found herself gasping from each caress of the man’s tongue, then she felt the man press his lips against her slick slit and then he sucked. Cathy cried out “Oh fuck!” as the man took her engorged clitoris in his mouth. He began to violently flick it with his tongue, simultaneously sucking on the sensitive bud. Cathy gasped out loud and arched her back. She grasped the man’s head, drawing it firmly against her traitorous sex, desperate to orgasm once again.

Cathy’s body began to tremble as she approached the moment of release. Then to Cathy’s horror, the man pulled away. “What!... No!… Don’t stop!” wailed Cathy. The man chuckled and said “I can see you are enjoying that, young lady… But you’re not a lady, are you?... I see your wedding band… You must be such a dirty girl, cheating on your husband with a man, old enough to be your father, eats your dripping pussy!”. The man’s words shocked Cathy and she would have told him to go to hell, but as soon as he finished speaking his mouth was back on her excited slit.

The wave of lust-filled pleasure that swept through Cathy robbed her of all sense and pride. All she wanted was to climax. “Oh!... Christ!.... That’s fucking amazing!... Please don’t stop!” Cathy cried desperately. The man broke away for an instant and asked “Are you a dirty cheating slut?”, then resumed tormenting Cathy. He expertly kept her on the edge of release, her body shaking and thrashing on the bed. “Yes!... I am!... I’m a filthy cheating sult!” admitted Cathy and then the man then gave her what she so desperately craved.

As Cathy came out from the other side of another mindblowing orgasm she saw the man neatly pile the bills of his payment on the bedside table. “I enjoyed that very much, my dear… I hope to see you again very soon and hear more about your depraved licentious behaviour” said the man, before calmly walking out of the room. Cathy lay panting on the bed in the afterglow of her orgasm, wondering what had just happened. Finally, she struggled to her feet, placed the money in the drawer and left the room, intending to return home now she had serviced the required number of clients.

Cathy walked towards the hotel’s entrance, then suddenly her path was blocked by Baron. “You forgetting something, girl?” the large black man growled. Cathy then remembered she needed to see Baron before leaving. “I’m sorry… I forgot that I needed to report before going” replied Cathy. Baron glared at her and menacingly said, “Who you sorry to, bitch?”. Cathy jumped and recalled what she had been told earlier, “I’m sorry Sir,” she said apologetically. Baron nodded and said, “Not a bad first time… I approve of your whore name, Jinx fits you perfectly… Here’s you’re cut…. I expect to see you tomorrow, Catherine Philips of 34 Meadow View Road, or else I might need to call your old man, Ryan, to see if he knows where his skanky wife is at”. Cathy was stunted that Baron had fully researched her and now had an iron hold on her.

Cathy stumbled out to her car, her mind in turmoil, still unable to figure out how she had ended up in such a desperate situation. On the way home she broke down in tears, fearing her life was in danger of being totally ruined at any moment. In addition to criminal charges, for stealing company data, there was now a possibility of being recognised by one of her clients. If any of this came out, especially her whoring, Cathy was certain her family and husband would abandon her in an instant.

Finally, Cathy reached home. Exhausted, mentally and physically, she flopped onto the sofa and drifted off to sleep in seconds. She had an uneasy sleep, experiencing a weird dream where she was in court, being charged with theft and prostitution, and both the defence and prosecution were making her perform sexual acts before the jury while the judge, who looked like Baron, sat masturbating his big black cock. Cathy awoke with a start, in that momentary zone where dream and reality were indistinguishable. “No!... I can’t do that!” she called out to the imaginary judge, then sighed as she realised she was home. Wearly she made her way upstairs and showered. Her body ached and her sex was tender, still feeling the effects of Baron’s giant black shaft. Once showered, and still naked, Cathy began cleaning her teeth. As she did so her phone rang. It was that time of day she spoke with her husband when he was working away from home, so without checking the incoming number Cathy answered the call, “Hey… Hi babe, how are you?”.