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Disclaimer : This story is restricted to readers aged 18+, if you're not, please go away and come back when you're older!. It contains content that may offend people, including offensive and racist language. The characters in no way represent the attitudes of the author! This story is fictional, all characters are totally fictional, all events occur in a fictional universe. None of this is real! Everything is intended for satirical purposes.
(I would absolutely love it if some daring person would like to take on the character of Cherry from this story and run her in a RP with me)
Tags : MF, nc, rape, oral, anal, viol, humil, tort
“Red On The Head, Fire In The Bed”
L.A., 2008
No little girl ever goes up dreaming of working at Hooters. It is not really up there with being a princess or astronaut. For Cherry “Cherry Bomb” O'Malley, it was about as far away from her aspirations as a vet as she could get. But as trying and undignified as the job could be, the petite redhead knew it was an effective means to an end.
She had been raise in a poor, sprawling Irish Catholic family and carried a lot of that upbringing into adulthood. Her flame-red curls running down to her waist, her freckle-dappled ivory skin and her sparkling sapphire eyes were definitely a Celtic legacy. A staunch work ethic and sense of discipline, guided by a strong belief in fairness, gave the feisty Leo a set of personal morals she clung to firmly That dirt-poor childhood always had her sympathizing with the underdog and abused – not to mention developing a cheeky and fun sense of humor. She also carried a confidence in herself, her abilities – and her incredible body.
Cherry's compact, 5'3” frame was built for sex, for speed – and for sin. She toned herself thoroughly at the gym and with pole-dancing routines, balancing just the right kind of muscle definition to show off her figure. Her round, pouting, 32B breasts were soft and sensitive, betraying their firm pink nubs through the tight t-shirts she loved to wear. (A soft breeze through the cotton would always arouse her ever so slightly). The rock-hard ass she bounced about before many admiring gazes was perfect in size and contour. She didn't really mind the constant drunken slaps and pinches customers laid on it – such was the price of having the best butt in the building, she thought with wry cheeriness.
Few things broke her bouncy, effervescent stride. One was being called a slut – that made her very angry. So she was hot, hard bodied, and loved fucking? Guys just feared her sexuality, and girls just envied it, as far as Cherry was concerned. This wasn't the Middle Ages, she would rail; she earned her own money, worked hard, played hard, and was no slut. Then she would give the offender a taste of her Irish temper with a hard slap on the face. The customers might hit on her, slap her ass, and act like dicks – all this she would tolerate with a cheeky smile. But the jerks better damn well know their place!
Her adoring, old-school parents would be horrified if they knew how their redheaded princess earned her living. Being firm believers in a strict Catholic morality, they were oblivious as to how it seemed to have a reverse effect on Cherry. They had been reluctant enough to let their only daughter leave, regardless of how their stifling love was driving Cherry insane. After graduating community college with an arts agree, she bummed around the beach front with a succession of useless boyfriends. Continual parent interference was fended off with tales of waitressing at a classy cafe, and she soothed their anxieties with a lot of practiced lies. In reality, she also eked a living as a nude artists model for some bohemian friends, and sometimes peddled a little weed to help cover the bills.
Deceiving her devoted parents did hurt her, but Cherry knew it was for the best. The money she made at Hooters – especially in generous, drunken, besotted tips – more than covered her bills, and still allowed for the active social lifestyle she craved. Anyway, she had learned to lie easily to them years ago, as she blossomed from troublesome tomboy to nubile nymph in the dusty south California suburbs. On the one hand she played the role of goodie-two-shoes daughter to the hilt, with skirts always to the knee. But by night she lead on every boy she could, honing the art of wrapping the male gender across her finger. But she thought she found the one he deflowered and dumped her, leaving the heartbroken Cherry with her first lesson in life – men are bastards.
Now she was 25, approaching what she ironically told herself was a 'quarter-life crisis.', and that view hadn't changed a bit. A few college boyfriends since, and the usual clientèle of Hooters, hadn't done much to dispel it at all. Some more lessons about the wants of men taught her to guard her luscious assets carefully. Not until she met Theo - a surfer and paramedic she encountered when one night out clubbing – did Cherry really find herself getting into a guy. The strong, silent, sun-bleached hunk was everything she wanted – quiet, athletic, and about a foot taller. She loved to be thrown around by a bigger, more muscular guy – having her huge bounty of red hair pulled just roughly enough, and her creamy ass turn bright pink with some well-paced spanking. Best of all, he did exactly as he was told – pretty much the perfect man in her view.
So she worked hard on her shifts, hit the gym or pole whenever possible, and returned home to her cosy apartment to a compliant spunk. They got stoned, laughed at cartoons, then fucked like minks until they collapsed. Falling asleep in a post-coital satisfied stupor, Cherry smiled broadly as she listened to the first bird songs of the new morning. The dawn light broke through the curtains and set her hair – laid out across the bed like a broad fan – glowed like the fire it was so often compared to.
Languidly she stretched herself out like a contented cat, and reached to grab Theo's delicious cock for a little wake-up fuck. But she found nothing, and suddenly looked about to note it was nearly dark, and he had left for his shift. Sighing, she lay back across the fur rug and clicked on the TV. Soon she had to leave for work too – the dread Friday 9-9 shift. Twelve hours of beer, fried chicken and sleazy bullshit – she winced at the thought. At least the tips would be fantastic – every man there was always eager to stuff it in her tight little bag, as her vile little boss Singh would say. Cherry hated the lecherous, smelly creep who harassed the girls then threatened reprisals when they complained. Every just the thought of him was enough to take the edge of her buzz.
(Her disgust and anger would have been multiplied a hundred times if she had known of the dozens of hidden cameras Singh had installed in the club. In particular he had hours worth of Cherry dressing and undressing in one of the employee booths he spied on. He spent many nights furiously jerking off to her glorious, oblivious nudity.)
She took a reefer from the bedside table and sparked one up. At least two would be required before tonight's ordeals, plus another two during the shift. Everyone seemed to mistake her glassy, unfocused gaze for some kind of demure seductive flirting, she thought with a chuckle. Also it made her even more carefree and cheerful than usual, with a bit more tolerance for more loathsome customers.
The TV news crackled with the latest account of the Night Prowler, a sex killer stalking the poorer suburbs of LA close to where Cherry had grown up. She listened through a stoned haze to the report of the latest killing, a woman left bound and slashed to death in her own home. A little tingle ran between her legs as she idly imagined a huge, burly, black intruder breaking into the apartment while she slept naked...pouncing on her, tying her down with silk cords while she squealed and feebly tried to resist...then giving her the best orgasm of her life as he raped the fuck out of her.
Panting fast, Cherry grabbed urgently under her bed for her smooth sliver dildo. Normally she saved it for the pre-work shower, but the rape bulletin made her so hot and the weed had her so horny that she ached for relief. Groaning as she slid it into her damp pussy she quickly built up a practiced, steady rhythm. Wild thoughts of a dark, handsome rapist forcing her to cum raced through her imagination as she arched her back and wiggled her toes.. Giggling gleefully, she grabbed her phone with her free hand and called Theo.
At that time he and several of his ambulance comrades were catching a quick dinner, with the ambulance parked up downtown. Seated on the benches of a busy fast food joint out on the street they absently watched the evening crowd as it raced past. When Theo's phone rang he awkwardly tried to fish it out of his EMT jacket while trying to balance his food. His thumb flipped the touchscreen over to loudspeaker and Cherry's porn starlet voice – breaking in ecstacy – suddenly screamed out loud. “UUUHHHFUKKKYEAH!.....HARD...SO HARD...UUHHHHURTS SO GOOD....UH UH UH UHFUCK UHHHBABY CAN YOU HEAR ME CUMMINGGGGGG-”
Theo frantically raced to silence his phone, sending his burger flying while his colleagues roared with laughter and curious passersby looked on in confusion. “You got one hell of a girl there, stud?” chortled one of his friends as his nearly choked on his food. “Redheads are surely the craziest bitches there are!” Burning with embarrassment, Theo could only grin foolishly and console himself with the thought he'd get an apology blowjob tonight.
Cherry was still laughing to herself as she arrived at work a half hour later. It was the usual bustling scene of smoky, sleazy chaos and she dived right in, energized by weed and a residual post-orgasm glow – and the thrill of having all eyes on her. Every man there could not help but stare at the stunning redhead, her uniform virtually painted over her perfect body. Lecherous gazes took in the absence of bra and panty lines. With the sweetest smile and her bouncing curls she seemed to project an almost girlish, fresh innocence – with the bounce of her breasts and the swing of her ass spoke of a calculated slut.
She stopped by a table of regulars, a group of lawyers who always popped in after work. They tipped well in reward for Cherry giving them all the cleavage they could handle.
“Everything OK, guys?” she said firtily, flicking her flaming curls about.
“Oh yeah, thanks, Cherry,” slurred the elder lawyer and office boss. “We're looked after.”
“Well I better check in with the boss, see you later!” she winked and spun about, heading off through the crowd with the lawyer's greedy eyes burning into her butt. Cherry's smile was fixed as she walked away. She despised creepy yuppies like those guys, who probably beat up their wives and girlfriends and treated everyone like shit. But they were dumb enough to think they could 'score' her, and she knew she was smart enough to make a fortune from that.
“Aw, Jesus” groaned one of them drunkenly as he watched her walk off. “You think she takes it in the ass? I bet the cock teasing cunt LOVES it in the ass.”
“She just takes slutty to a whole new level, doesn't she?” said another, “'Red on the head, fire in the bed'” and they chortled lecherously in stupifed self-satisfaction.
As soon as Cherry got out the back she knew something was wrong. She saw one of the new girls, a clueless petite blond called Jenna, sobbing while that asshole Singh berated her. I hate that creep so much, thought Cherry with a tight frown. She felt her feisty fire begin to kick in and said angrily to Singh “What the hell is going on?”
The look he gave her back left no doubt he returned her contempt. In his eyes, she was an arrogant whore who did not give him the respect he felt entitled to. “Cherry! Now you are here, you can handle our VIP, as Jenna is apparently incapable of doing anything.”
“H-he's an asshole! An incredible nasty asshole!” sobbed Jenna. “He said the most horrible things!”
“It's okay, Jen, “ said Cherry as she put a sisterly hand on the other girl's shoulder. “Who is this so-called VIP anyway?”
Singh stood up straight. “Higgins! Mr Greg Higgins! Only just the head of the whole company here! The man with all our jobs in her hands!”
Jesus, thought Cherry. The big boss? That was a VIP alright. She thought with no small amount of self-flattery that only her particular gifts could work in this situation. There was no man she could not control; no matter how important he thought he was.
“Well sounds like a job for me then. Where is he?”
Jenna looked up, eyes shining with relief. “He's in the back booth”, she said, referring to the small private room behind the bar used for special guests. “He ordered a steak, it's right there.”
Singh swiftly handed the plate over to Cherry. “Fast now! Get in there, big smile, wiggle those boobs! Or all our jobs are done!”
No rest for the wicked, she thought, deftly balancing the steak in one hand. Humming excitedly to herself she headed to the private booth. Asshole or not, this guy was a head honcho and a big tipper. Maybe even she could get Singh fired or something, if she played her cards – or curves – right.
She entered the booth backwards, bouncing the door open with her butt before swinging around a smile. “Your steak, sir!” she said with expert ease, before suddenly drinking in the sight of the man sitting and feasting before her. Higgins? More like Piggins, she thought giddily. The dim light and her pot-addled mind seemed to warp his red, round face into a pig-like visage. Smiling airily at the thought, she fought back her initial revulsion and placed the plate before him.
“Now there's a fine piece of meat – and the steak's not bad either!” gurgled Higgins, his chin running with drool and grease. His round eyes locked even with Cherry's and she had to fight to suppress a shudder. A soiled bib did nothing to protect his dated blue suit from being covered with gravy, with his red bald pate shone bright under the lights.
Swallowing hard she stood as confidently as she could and introduced herself brightly. “My name's Cherry, sir. I'll be serving you tonight. Is there anything I can do?” She hoped she sounded a lot more at ease than she was.
“Cherry, eh?” said Higgins. He sucked in the sight of the nubile beauty like a drowning man gasping for air. “Red and ripe and ready to pluck, eh? Bet you make a mint.”
You utter prick, she thought. I am going to make you suffer for that. “Oh I do pretty well, sir,” she said in tight voice. “That's why I'm here after all – only the best for our VIPs!” She took up the sauce bottle in a nervous reflex and began to splatter it across the steak. Some of the paste landed on her straining t-shirt, and with a smooth coquettish move she flicked it up with her finger and licked it off. Sucking slowly on her finger her sapphire eyes blazed at Higgins. Get a good look you seedy perv, she thought - you ain't ever tapping this.
“Hmm, saucy!” she said slyly.
“F-fill up my coffee cup,” rasped Higgins as he gazed at her.
“No problem, sir,” Cherry replied, loading the last word with more than a whiff of sarcasm. She picked up the boiling pot of instant from the corner of the room as Higgins eyes followed her closely. He shifted awkwardly as an iron-hard erection pulsed in his pants. Cherry leaned in as she refilled, her ample cleavage rewarding his eager eyes.
He jerked forward suddenly, trying to get one of his fat round hands onto Cherry's ass. She flinched , tipping the coffee pot forward and sending a cupful of boiling water right into Higgins's crotch.
“AHHHHSHHITT!” Roaring with pain, he leapt to to feet and howled. “YOU BITCH! YOU STUPID BITCH!”
“Easy!” said Cherry, quickly putting the pot down and grabbing some napkins. “I'm sorry, you surprised me! I'm sorry, here, please sir, lemme help – please-”
Higgins had exploded in rage and pain, snarling like a wounded boar. “You clumsy ginger cunt, I will sue the fucking freckles off you! I will have your job, your fucking life, I will fuck you up for this!”
Provoked by this blind anger, and fueled by her rapidly growing fear, Cherry felt her temper rise up fast. She was losing control and it scared her – and her natural defense was to attack. “Hey! Back off, asshole! Boss or not, that was an accident, I'm sorry, but you-”
There was a loud crack of bone on bone as Higgins brutally backhanded Cherry. She reeled for a moment, staring back at him in pure surprise and desperately grasping at the table for support. Her cheek stung and her lithe legs suddenly turned to water. As Cherry sank slowly to her knees before him, Higgins grab a fistful of her hair and slapped her hard again across the cheeks.
“You gonna kiss it better, you stupid cunt, understand? You get out the cock you just hurt and fix it with that slut mouth of yours, right now!”
Mascara-streaked tears began to run down Cherry's red and swollen cheeks. She was trembling in shock and desperately praying this was all a terrible nightmare. But another series of vicious slaps brought her back around to horrid clarity.
“Get it out and suck it NOW, cunt!” barked Higgins.
Cherry's panic and pain-riven mind raced. Her survival instincts quickly kicked in. The faster I blow him, she thought, the quicker this is over. He'll be done as fast as I can make him cum. With trembling but urgent hands she pulled open Higgins's pants. His raw, raging erection sprang out like a hissing serpent thrust straight into Cherry's face.
“You're a good little Irish cunt, right?” he snarled cruelly, grabbing her head firmly with both hands. The sensation of his fingers running through her soft locks, was almost as pleasing as feel of her shallow breaths panting hot and fast against his cock. “Your momma taught you how to pray, right?” With a slow, firm thrust he pushed all ten inches into Cherry's cool, wet mouth.
Higgins moaned “Awwwwyeah...now suck, suck it, suck it, SUCK IT!” and began a hard, rhythmic skullfucking. As she was throttled by the cock, Cherry tried to gasp for breath – and just swallowed the brutal raperod down further. Her eyes bulged, and with a horrid realization she imagined herself being choked to death like this. Gripping Higgins's thighs tightly, she dug her nails in deep to try and force him to relent. But the more she fought him, the more it pleased him – her struggles pleasuring every inch of his cock.
“Look at me, cunt. Look at me! Show me those baby blues!” Higgins was almost transcendent with delight, savoring the sensation of Cherry's velvet tongue around his cock.
Oh god, why won't anyone help me, she thought. She prayed like never before that someone would suddenly come through the door to her rescue. Where was everyone? Surely they'd send someone in by now. She realized with a dull dread that she was going to be raped.
Meanwhile, Jenna had recovered enough to wonder what had happened to Cherry. Cautiously she ventured out the back and peeked through the small round window into the private booth. She saw Cherry from the back, on her knees and apparently giving a very enthusiastic blowjob. The creepy fat dude had his eyes closed, lost in a self-absorbed realm of pure ecstasy.
Wow, thought Jenna – you dirty little whore. Never in a million years would the timid blond have gone so far. She had to smile in amazement at her friend's sluttiness, and assumed she was taking the fast track to promotion or pay rise. Still – what a whore! Shaking her head, Jenna discreetly went back out front, locking the passage behind so no-one could disturb the booth, and cutting off all noise. Better leave the lovebirds to it, she thought, pocketing the key and returning to the bar.
Every second was a lifetime of agony for Cherry. How can the bastard last so long, she though in exhaustion and bewilderment. As if reading her battered mind, Higgins sneered “How 'bout that Viagra! Keeps me up with you young fillies all night. Poke you for hours and NEVER cum, hee hee!”
With a loud whack he soundly banged Cherry's head against the table. “Enough of the fucking entrée, time for the main” he said in a bestial growl. Cherry fell back numb on the floor, staring up at the light as Higgins's looming shadow blocked it out. He straddled her as she groaned “no, no, oh god please stop...”
Taking her tight top firmly in both hands he tore it off in one swift rip. Cherry's back arched up and she wailed in horror as her pert, pouting breasts burst out to her violator's tongue. Higgins viciously bit and clawed at the firm milk-white mounds while she could only wail helplessly in horror. He took the shreds of the top and bound her slender wrists above her head.
“I'm b-begging you – please don't rape me – please don't ohgodnonononoNOOOOOO-”
The elastic snapped as her hot pants were torn off. Higgins whooped at the sight of her ginger pubis running above her smooth pink pussy. Writhing and shrieking in terror Cherry was now naked before her rapist. All self-control was lost and she could only weep helplessly as she felt the firm cock forced into her tight little twat. Her worst nightmare was now a vivid living reality.
Higgins cupped her rock-hard ass in his hands and firmly held her thighs under his arms. He began a deep, fierce stroke designed to hurt her as much as possible. With her pussy tight, dry and tiny it began to stretch and tear, teaching her an agony she never knew existed. He alternately licked and bit her tits, shoulder and neck, sending sharp shocks of suffering through her sensitive body. The room echoed with his grunts, her cries, and the slapping of flesh.
“Kiss me, cunt” he snarled and sunk his foul-smelling tongue hard between Cherry's glossed lips. She tasted the full vileness of him and nearly died from the horror of that alone. Their wet mouths mingled and sucked in a mockery of passion, with the traumatized Cherry desperate to please to spare her more suffering.
An experienced rapist, Higgins made every thrust count. He found the spot where Cherry yelped the loudest and began to pound it mercilessly. To her utter, unspeakable horror she found her thighs quivering as she felt the onset of an orgasm. A place and sensation she had once associated with the purest of pleasure was now being used against her in the most painful and humiliating of ways. The small part of her that remained unbroken fought hard against surrendering.
“Omigodomigodomigodit's not possible nononononOOHHAHHHHAHGAWDNOOOOO-”
She was utterly soaked in sweat. She tried biting down hard on her lip to stop from crying out just tasted the bitter tang blood. With frantic gasps she felt the exquisite agony overcome her in waves, a perverted inversion of an orgasm. Instead of sweet agony, it was pure suffering and too much for the screaming Cherry. Her body betrayed her with a wracking orgasm that was all pain and sobbing.
“Gud..ohgud I can't, I can't...augd..can't..c-c-c-c...I'm c-c...c-ccCUMMING!”
It's not possible, so thought, even as her body gave in to her rapist. As the tears ran hot she felt the humiliation burn worse than any torture the bastard had inflicted. The sight of the wretched girl cumming so hard brought Higgins himself to climax and be blew his load soon after. Cherry felt a wave of utter disgust wash over her as he flooded inside her.
With a long, low satisfied groan Higgins pulled out and slumped black. Cherry instinctively curled into a ball, half-mad with suffering. After grabbing a few quick gulps of his beer, he seized Cherry's ankle firmly and quickly grabbed the still-hot pot of coffee off the table with the other. Cackling with delight he splashed the scalding contents of the pot across her already abused tits. She shrieked in a ragged scream as she felt her breasts burn, her bright blue eyes now staring ahead into a haze of half-mad suffering
“Not so fucking nice, is it, bitch?” snorted Higgins. “Just count yourself lucky you didn't get it on the pussy, I'm saving that.” Throwing the pot aside he took both her ankles firmly and forced them apart, kneeling down to suck on her pussy. “If you can do it once, you can do it again, girl!” He growled in a mock-suggestive voice, and proceeded to feverishly lick and suck on her clit with a practiced tongue.
Cherry couldn't believe it was happening again. After ten minutes of Higgins's tongue working her sensitive bud in every way possible, she broke in another sobbing and shuddering orgasm. It was even more exquisitely painful than the last, and she let out a long, ragged groan as her perfect body betrayed her once more. Her spirit was broken, but the flesh seemed more than willing.
Sighing with deep satisfaction Higgins flipped the petite Cherry over onto her front. The cold concrete of the floor was almost soothing to her burning face. She almost didn't care what happened to her now – or so she thought.
“W-w-why are you doing this to meee...” she groaned weakly into the ground.
“Because it's my right!" Higgins sneered in a sarcastic bombast. “You were made for me! In the Middle Ages you would have a sex slave for some great king like me, living only for my satisfaction.”
Higgins took the steel, bullet-shaped pepper shaker off the table. Grabbing the small bottle of Tabasco sauce, he smeared the potent liquid over the shaker. With a sadistic grin he leant over Cherry and whispered in her ear, “This is going to burn a bit.”
Oh god no, she thought. Not my ass. Oh god please, why can't I pass out...god no, no, not my ass...With one vicious shove Higgins forced the four-inch shaker straight up her tiny, virgin rectum
“AIEEEEEE!AAAAAAHHHFUUCKKKTAKEITOUTTAKEIOUTTTAKEOU T-” Barely had the tearing and shock registered in Cherry's shattered brain, then the sauce began to burn like acid through the most intimate part of her.
“OHFUCKJESUSCHRISTPLEASETAKEITOUTTAKEITOUTTTTTaggg hhhhhhhhh...”
She could finally take no more. The firm, fit frame she had worked so hard to perfect had now reached its plateau of pain. Her eyes went white as they rolled back and with a few pathetic gurgles she finally slipped into unconsciousness.
“Well,” said Higgins softly to himself, “looks like I popped the cherry”.
He first took a few moments to savor an extremely enjoyable cigarette, looking over the comatose Cherry with a post-coital triumph. Then he took out his cellphone and made a call.
“Aaron? It's Greg. Yes. Yes, I've got one. Quite the firecracker this time...didn't we have that senator who wanted a redhead? Yeah, look into that...Yes, send the van. Two guys. Quick as you can, I'll be out the back.”
Theo never got that consolation blowjob. On the other hand, over a hundred men would have stuck their cock in Cherry's mouth over the next year of her life. She wasn't the first waitress to go out the back to serve Greg Higgins, and never been seen again. No-one would ask questions, especially when those inclined to do so could receive a human sex toy as payoff. The life of the slave once known as Cherry O'Malley – as short and brutal as it would be – began that night.
EPILOGUE
Seated in a smoke-choked office, Singh took the video back for the hundredth time for another look. He would always be thrilled at the foresight to plan three cameras in the private booth., especially considering what it had given him. He had recorded the hour-long rape of the woman he hated most in the world. Now he intended to find a use for it....
(I would absolutely love it if some daring person would like to take on the character of Cherry from this story and run her in a RP with me)
Tags : MF, nc, rape, oral, anal, viol, humil, tort
“Red On The Head, Fire In The Bed”
L.A., 2008
She had been raise in a poor, sprawling Irish Catholic family and carried a lot of that upbringing into adulthood. Her flame-red curls running down to her waist, her freckle-dappled ivory skin and her sparkling sapphire eyes were definitely a Celtic legacy. A staunch work ethic and sense of discipline, guided by a strong belief in fairness, gave the feisty Leo a set of personal morals she clung to firmly That dirt-poor childhood always had her sympathizing with the underdog and abused – not to mention developing a cheeky and fun sense of humor. She also carried a confidence in herself, her abilities – and her incredible body.
Cherry's compact, 5'3” frame was built for sex, for speed – and for sin. She toned herself thoroughly at the gym and with pole-dancing routines, balancing just the right kind of muscle definition to show off her figure. Her round, pouting, 32B breasts were soft and sensitive, betraying their firm pink nubs through the tight t-shirts she loved to wear. (A soft breeze through the cotton would always arouse her ever so slightly). The rock-hard ass she bounced about before many admiring gazes was perfect in size and contour. She didn't really mind the constant drunken slaps and pinches customers laid on it – such was the price of having the best butt in the building, she thought with wry cheeriness.
Few things broke her bouncy, effervescent stride. One was being called a slut – that made her very angry. So she was hot, hard bodied, and loved fucking? Guys just feared her sexuality, and girls just envied it, as far as Cherry was concerned. This wasn't the Middle Ages, she would rail; she earned her own money, worked hard, played hard, and was no slut. Then she would give the offender a taste of her Irish temper with a hard slap on the face. The customers might hit on her, slap her ass, and act like dicks – all this she would tolerate with a cheeky smile. But the jerks better damn well know their place!
Her adoring, old-school parents would be horrified if they knew how their redheaded princess earned her living. Being firm believers in a strict Catholic morality, they were oblivious as to how it seemed to have a reverse effect on Cherry. They had been reluctant enough to let their only daughter leave, regardless of how their stifling love was driving Cherry insane. After graduating community college with an arts agree, she bummed around the beach front with a succession of useless boyfriends. Continual parent interference was fended off with tales of waitressing at a classy cafe, and she soothed their anxieties with a lot of practiced lies. In reality, she also eked a living as a nude artists model for some bohemian friends, and sometimes peddled a little weed to help cover the bills.
Deceiving her devoted parents did hurt her, but Cherry knew it was for the best. The money she made at Hooters – especially in generous, drunken, besotted tips – more than covered her bills, and still allowed for the active social lifestyle she craved. Anyway, she had learned to lie easily to them years ago, as she blossomed from troublesome tomboy to nubile nymph in the dusty south California suburbs. On the one hand she played the role of goodie-two-shoes daughter to the hilt, with skirts always to the knee. But by night she lead on every boy she could, honing the art of wrapping the male gender across her finger. But she thought she found the one he deflowered and dumped her, leaving the heartbroken Cherry with her first lesson in life – men are bastards.
Now she was 25, approaching what she ironically told herself was a 'quarter-life crisis.', and that view hadn't changed a bit. A few college boyfriends since, and the usual clientèle of Hooters, hadn't done much to dispel it at all. Some more lessons about the wants of men taught her to guard her luscious assets carefully. Not until she met Theo - a surfer and paramedic she encountered when one night out clubbing – did Cherry really find herself getting into a guy. The strong, silent, sun-bleached hunk was everything she wanted – quiet, athletic, and about a foot taller. She loved to be thrown around by a bigger, more muscular guy – having her huge bounty of red hair pulled just roughly enough, and her creamy ass turn bright pink with some well-paced spanking. Best of all, he did exactly as he was told – pretty much the perfect man in her view.
So she worked hard on her shifts, hit the gym or pole whenever possible, and returned home to her cosy apartment to a compliant spunk. They got stoned, laughed at cartoons, then fucked like minks until they collapsed. Falling asleep in a post-coital satisfied stupor, Cherry smiled broadly as she listened to the first bird songs of the new morning. The dawn light broke through the curtains and set her hair – laid out across the bed like a broad fan – glowed like the fire it was so often compared to.
Languidly she stretched herself out like a contented cat, and reached to grab Theo's delicious cock for a little wake-up fuck. But she found nothing, and suddenly looked about to note it was nearly dark, and he had left for his shift. Sighing, she lay back across the fur rug and clicked on the TV. Soon she had to leave for work too – the dread Friday 9-9 shift. Twelve hours of beer, fried chicken and sleazy bullshit – she winced at the thought. At least the tips would be fantastic – every man there was always eager to stuff it in her tight little bag, as her vile little boss Singh would say. Cherry hated the lecherous, smelly creep who harassed the girls then threatened reprisals when they complained. Every just the thought of him was enough to take the edge of her buzz.
(Her disgust and anger would have been multiplied a hundred times if she had known of the dozens of hidden cameras Singh had installed in the club. In particular he had hours worth of Cherry dressing and undressing in one of the employee booths he spied on. He spent many nights furiously jerking off to her glorious, oblivious nudity.)
She took a reefer from the bedside table and sparked one up. At least two would be required before tonight's ordeals, plus another two during the shift. Everyone seemed to mistake her glassy, unfocused gaze for some kind of demure seductive flirting, she thought with a chuckle. Also it made her even more carefree and cheerful than usual, with a bit more tolerance for more loathsome customers.
The TV news crackled with the latest account of the Night Prowler, a sex killer stalking the poorer suburbs of LA close to where Cherry had grown up. She listened through a stoned haze to the report of the latest killing, a woman left bound and slashed to death in her own home. A little tingle ran between her legs as she idly imagined a huge, burly, black intruder breaking into the apartment while she slept naked...pouncing on her, tying her down with silk cords while she squealed and feebly tried to resist...then giving her the best orgasm of her life as he raped the fuck out of her.
Panting fast, Cherry grabbed urgently under her bed for her smooth sliver dildo. Normally she saved it for the pre-work shower, but the rape bulletin made her so hot and the weed had her so horny that she ached for relief. Groaning as she slid it into her damp pussy she quickly built up a practiced, steady rhythm. Wild thoughts of a dark, handsome rapist forcing her to cum raced through her imagination as she arched her back and wiggled her toes.. Giggling gleefully, she grabbed her phone with her free hand and called Theo.
At that time he and several of his ambulance comrades were catching a quick dinner, with the ambulance parked up downtown. Seated on the benches of a busy fast food joint out on the street they absently watched the evening crowd as it raced past. When Theo's phone rang he awkwardly tried to fish it out of his EMT jacket while trying to balance his food. His thumb flipped the touchscreen over to loudspeaker and Cherry's porn starlet voice – breaking in ecstacy – suddenly screamed out loud. “UUUHHHFUKKKYEAH!.....HARD...SO HARD...UUHHHHURTS SO GOOD....UH UH UH UHFUCK UHHHBABY CAN YOU HEAR ME CUMMINGGGGGG-”
Theo frantically raced to silence his phone, sending his burger flying while his colleagues roared with laughter and curious passersby looked on in confusion. “You got one hell of a girl there, stud?” chortled one of his friends as his nearly choked on his food. “Redheads are surely the craziest bitches there are!” Burning with embarrassment, Theo could only grin foolishly and console himself with the thought he'd get an apology blowjob tonight.
Cherry was still laughing to herself as she arrived at work a half hour later. It was the usual bustling scene of smoky, sleazy chaos and she dived right in, energized by weed and a residual post-orgasm glow – and the thrill of having all eyes on her. Every man there could not help but stare at the stunning redhead, her uniform virtually painted over her perfect body. Lecherous gazes took in the absence of bra and panty lines. With the sweetest smile and her bouncing curls she seemed to project an almost girlish, fresh innocence – with the bounce of her breasts and the swing of her ass spoke of a calculated slut.
She stopped by a table of regulars, a group of lawyers who always popped in after work. They tipped well in reward for Cherry giving them all the cleavage they could handle.
“Everything OK, guys?” she said firtily, flicking her flaming curls about.
“Oh yeah, thanks, Cherry,” slurred the elder lawyer and office boss. “We're looked after.”
“Well I better check in with the boss, see you later!” she winked and spun about, heading off through the crowd with the lawyer's greedy eyes burning into her butt. Cherry's smile was fixed as she walked away. She despised creepy yuppies like those guys, who probably beat up their wives and girlfriends and treated everyone like shit. But they were dumb enough to think they could 'score' her, and she knew she was smart enough to make a fortune from that.
“Aw, Jesus” groaned one of them drunkenly as he watched her walk off. “You think she takes it in the ass? I bet the cock teasing cunt LOVES it in the ass.”
“She just takes slutty to a whole new level, doesn't she?” said another, “'Red on the head, fire in the bed'” and they chortled lecherously in stupifed self-satisfaction.
As soon as Cherry got out the back she knew something was wrong. She saw one of the new girls, a clueless petite blond called Jenna, sobbing while that asshole Singh berated her. I hate that creep so much, thought Cherry with a tight frown. She felt her feisty fire begin to kick in and said angrily to Singh “What the hell is going on?”
The look he gave her back left no doubt he returned her contempt. In his eyes, she was an arrogant whore who did not give him the respect he felt entitled to. “Cherry! Now you are here, you can handle our VIP, as Jenna is apparently incapable of doing anything.”
“H-he's an asshole! An incredible nasty asshole!” sobbed Jenna. “He said the most horrible things!”
“It's okay, Jen, “ said Cherry as she put a sisterly hand on the other girl's shoulder. “Who is this so-called VIP anyway?”
Singh stood up straight. “Higgins! Mr Greg Higgins! Only just the head of the whole company here! The man with all our jobs in her hands!”
Jesus, thought Cherry. The big boss? That was a VIP alright. She thought with no small amount of self-flattery that only her particular gifts could work in this situation. There was no man she could not control; no matter how important he thought he was.
“Well sounds like a job for me then. Where is he?”
Jenna looked up, eyes shining with relief. “He's in the back booth”, she said, referring to the small private room behind the bar used for special guests. “He ordered a steak, it's right there.”
Singh swiftly handed the plate over to Cherry. “Fast now! Get in there, big smile, wiggle those boobs! Or all our jobs are done!”
No rest for the wicked, she thought, deftly balancing the steak in one hand. Humming excitedly to herself she headed to the private booth. Asshole or not, this guy was a head honcho and a big tipper. Maybe even she could get Singh fired or something, if she played her cards – or curves – right.
She entered the booth backwards, bouncing the door open with her butt before swinging around a smile. “Your steak, sir!” she said with expert ease, before suddenly drinking in the sight of the man sitting and feasting before her. Higgins? More like Piggins, she thought giddily. The dim light and her pot-addled mind seemed to warp his red, round face into a pig-like visage. Smiling airily at the thought, she fought back her initial revulsion and placed the plate before him.
“Now there's a fine piece of meat – and the steak's not bad either!” gurgled Higgins, his chin running with drool and grease. His round eyes locked even with Cherry's and she had to fight to suppress a shudder. A soiled bib did nothing to protect his dated blue suit from being covered with gravy, with his red bald pate shone bright under the lights.
Swallowing hard she stood as confidently as she could and introduced herself brightly. “My name's Cherry, sir. I'll be serving you tonight. Is there anything I can do?” She hoped she sounded a lot more at ease than she was.
“Cherry, eh?” said Higgins. He sucked in the sight of the nubile beauty like a drowning man gasping for air. “Red and ripe and ready to pluck, eh? Bet you make a mint.”
You utter prick, she thought. I am going to make you suffer for that. “Oh I do pretty well, sir,” she said in tight voice. “That's why I'm here after all – only the best for our VIPs!” She took up the sauce bottle in a nervous reflex and began to splatter it across the steak. Some of the paste landed on her straining t-shirt, and with a smooth coquettish move she flicked it up with her finger and licked it off. Sucking slowly on her finger her sapphire eyes blazed at Higgins. Get a good look you seedy perv, she thought - you ain't ever tapping this.
“Hmm, saucy!” she said slyly.
“F-fill up my coffee cup,” rasped Higgins as he gazed at her.
“No problem, sir,” Cherry replied, loading the last word with more than a whiff of sarcasm. She picked up the boiling pot of instant from the corner of the room as Higgins eyes followed her closely. He shifted awkwardly as an iron-hard erection pulsed in his pants. Cherry leaned in as she refilled, her ample cleavage rewarding his eager eyes.
He jerked forward suddenly, trying to get one of his fat round hands onto Cherry's ass. She flinched , tipping the coffee pot forward and sending a cupful of boiling water right into Higgins's crotch.
“AHHHHSHHITT!” Roaring with pain, he leapt to to feet and howled. “YOU BITCH! YOU STUPID BITCH!”
“Easy!” said Cherry, quickly putting the pot down and grabbing some napkins. “I'm sorry, you surprised me! I'm sorry, here, please sir, lemme help – please-”
Higgins had exploded in rage and pain, snarling like a wounded boar. “You clumsy ginger cunt, I will sue the fucking freckles off you! I will have your job, your fucking life, I will fuck you up for this!”
Provoked by this blind anger, and fueled by her rapidly growing fear, Cherry felt her temper rise up fast. She was losing control and it scared her – and her natural defense was to attack. “Hey! Back off, asshole! Boss or not, that was an accident, I'm sorry, but you-”
There was a loud crack of bone on bone as Higgins brutally backhanded Cherry. She reeled for a moment, staring back at him in pure surprise and desperately grasping at the table for support. Her cheek stung and her lithe legs suddenly turned to water. As Cherry sank slowly to her knees before him, Higgins grab a fistful of her hair and slapped her hard again across the cheeks.
“You gonna kiss it better, you stupid cunt, understand? You get out the cock you just hurt and fix it with that slut mouth of yours, right now!”
Mascara-streaked tears began to run down Cherry's red and swollen cheeks. She was trembling in shock and desperately praying this was all a terrible nightmare. But another series of vicious slaps brought her back around to horrid clarity.
“Get it out and suck it NOW, cunt!” barked Higgins.
Cherry's panic and pain-riven mind raced. Her survival instincts quickly kicked in. The faster I blow him, she thought, the quicker this is over. He'll be done as fast as I can make him cum. With trembling but urgent hands she pulled open Higgins's pants. His raw, raging erection sprang out like a hissing serpent thrust straight into Cherry's face.
“You're a good little Irish cunt, right?” he snarled cruelly, grabbing her head firmly with both hands. The sensation of his fingers running through her soft locks, was almost as pleasing as feel of her shallow breaths panting hot and fast against his cock. “Your momma taught you how to pray, right?” With a slow, firm thrust he pushed all ten inches into Cherry's cool, wet mouth.
Higgins moaned “Awwwwyeah...now suck, suck it, suck it, SUCK IT!” and began a hard, rhythmic skullfucking. As she was throttled by the cock, Cherry tried to gasp for breath – and just swallowed the brutal raperod down further. Her eyes bulged, and with a horrid realization she imagined herself being choked to death like this. Gripping Higgins's thighs tightly, she dug her nails in deep to try and force him to relent. But the more she fought him, the more it pleased him – her struggles pleasuring every inch of his cock.
“Look at me, cunt. Look at me! Show me those baby blues!” Higgins was almost transcendent with delight, savoring the sensation of Cherry's velvet tongue around his cock.
Oh god, why won't anyone help me, she thought. She prayed like never before that someone would suddenly come through the door to her rescue. Where was everyone? Surely they'd send someone in by now. She realized with a dull dread that she was going to be raped.
Meanwhile, Jenna had recovered enough to wonder what had happened to Cherry. Cautiously she ventured out the back and peeked through the small round window into the private booth. She saw Cherry from the back, on her knees and apparently giving a very enthusiastic blowjob. The creepy fat dude had his eyes closed, lost in a self-absorbed realm of pure ecstasy.
Wow, thought Jenna – you dirty little whore. Never in a million years would the timid blond have gone so far. She had to smile in amazement at her friend's sluttiness, and assumed she was taking the fast track to promotion or pay rise. Still – what a whore! Shaking her head, Jenna discreetly went back out front, locking the passage behind so no-one could disturb the booth, and cutting off all noise. Better leave the lovebirds to it, she thought, pocketing the key and returning to the bar.
Every second was a lifetime of agony for Cherry. How can the bastard last so long, she though in exhaustion and bewilderment. As if reading her battered mind, Higgins sneered “How 'bout that Viagra! Keeps me up with you young fillies all night. Poke you for hours and NEVER cum, hee hee!”
With a loud whack he soundly banged Cherry's head against the table. “Enough of the fucking entrée, time for the main” he said in a bestial growl. Cherry fell back numb on the floor, staring up at the light as Higgins's looming shadow blocked it out. He straddled her as she groaned “no, no, oh god please stop...”
Taking her tight top firmly in both hands he tore it off in one swift rip. Cherry's back arched up and she wailed in horror as her pert, pouting breasts burst out to her violator's tongue. Higgins viciously bit and clawed at the firm milk-white mounds while she could only wail helplessly in horror. He took the shreds of the top and bound her slender wrists above her head.
“I'm b-begging you – please don't rape me – please don't ohgodnonononoNOOOOOO-”
The elastic snapped as her hot pants were torn off. Higgins whooped at the sight of her ginger pubis running above her smooth pink pussy. Writhing and shrieking in terror Cherry was now naked before her rapist. All self-control was lost and she could only weep helplessly as she felt the firm cock forced into her tight little twat. Her worst nightmare was now a vivid living reality.
Higgins cupped her rock-hard ass in his hands and firmly held her thighs under his arms. He began a deep, fierce stroke designed to hurt her as much as possible. With her pussy tight, dry and tiny it began to stretch and tear, teaching her an agony she never knew existed. He alternately licked and bit her tits, shoulder and neck, sending sharp shocks of suffering through her sensitive body. The room echoed with his grunts, her cries, and the slapping of flesh.
“Kiss me, cunt” he snarled and sunk his foul-smelling tongue hard between Cherry's glossed lips. She tasted the full vileness of him and nearly died from the horror of that alone. Their wet mouths mingled and sucked in a mockery of passion, with the traumatized Cherry desperate to please to spare her more suffering.
An experienced rapist, Higgins made every thrust count. He found the spot where Cherry yelped the loudest and began to pound it mercilessly. To her utter, unspeakable horror she found her thighs quivering as she felt the onset of an orgasm. A place and sensation she had once associated with the purest of pleasure was now being used against her in the most painful and humiliating of ways. The small part of her that remained unbroken fought hard against surrendering.
“Omigodomigodomigodit's not possible nononononOOHHAHHHHAHGAWDNOOOOO-”
She was utterly soaked in sweat. She tried biting down hard on her lip to stop from crying out just tasted the bitter tang blood. With frantic gasps she felt the exquisite agony overcome her in waves, a perverted inversion of an orgasm. Instead of sweet agony, it was pure suffering and too much for the screaming Cherry. Her body betrayed her with a wracking orgasm that was all pain and sobbing.
“Gud..ohgud I can't, I can't...augd..can't..c-c-c-c...I'm c-c...c-ccCUMMING!”
It's not possible, so thought, even as her body gave in to her rapist. As the tears ran hot she felt the humiliation burn worse than any torture the bastard had inflicted. The sight of the wretched girl cumming so hard brought Higgins himself to climax and be blew his load soon after. Cherry felt a wave of utter disgust wash over her as he flooded inside her.
With a long, low satisfied groan Higgins pulled out and slumped black. Cherry instinctively curled into a ball, half-mad with suffering. After grabbing a few quick gulps of his beer, he seized Cherry's ankle firmly and quickly grabbed the still-hot pot of coffee off the table with the other. Cackling with delight he splashed the scalding contents of the pot across her already abused tits. She shrieked in a ragged scream as she felt her breasts burn, her bright blue eyes now staring ahead into a haze of half-mad suffering
“Not so fucking nice, is it, bitch?” snorted Higgins. “Just count yourself lucky you didn't get it on the pussy, I'm saving that.” Throwing the pot aside he took both her ankles firmly and forced them apart, kneeling down to suck on her pussy. “If you can do it once, you can do it again, girl!” He growled in a mock-suggestive voice, and proceeded to feverishly lick and suck on her clit with a practiced tongue.
Cherry couldn't believe it was happening again. After ten minutes of Higgins's tongue working her sensitive bud in every way possible, she broke in another sobbing and shuddering orgasm. It was even more exquisitely painful than the last, and she let out a long, ragged groan as her perfect body betrayed her once more. Her spirit was broken, but the flesh seemed more than willing.
Sighing with deep satisfaction Higgins flipped the petite Cherry over onto her front. The cold concrete of the floor was almost soothing to her burning face. She almost didn't care what happened to her now – or so she thought.
“W-w-why are you doing this to meee...” she groaned weakly into the ground.
“Because it's my right!" Higgins sneered in a sarcastic bombast. “You were made for me! In the Middle Ages you would have a sex slave for some great king like me, living only for my satisfaction.”
Higgins took the steel, bullet-shaped pepper shaker off the table. Grabbing the small bottle of Tabasco sauce, he smeared the potent liquid over the shaker. With a sadistic grin he leant over Cherry and whispered in her ear, “This is going to burn a bit.”
Oh god no, she thought. Not my ass. Oh god please, why can't I pass out...god no, no, not my ass...With one vicious shove Higgins forced the four-inch shaker straight up her tiny, virgin rectum
“AIEEEEEE!AAAAAAHHHFUUCKKKTAKEITOUTTAKEIOUTTTAKEOU T-” Barely had the tearing and shock registered in Cherry's shattered brain, then the sauce began to burn like acid through the most intimate part of her.
“OHFUCKJESUSCHRISTPLEASETAKEITOUTTAKEITOUTTTTTaggg hhhhhhhhh...”
She could finally take no more. The firm, fit frame she had worked so hard to perfect had now reached its plateau of pain. Her eyes went white as they rolled back and with a few pathetic gurgles she finally slipped into unconsciousness.
“Well,” said Higgins softly to himself, “looks like I popped the cherry”.
He first took a few moments to savor an extremely enjoyable cigarette, looking over the comatose Cherry with a post-coital triumph. Then he took out his cellphone and made a call.
“Aaron? It's Greg. Yes. Yes, I've got one. Quite the firecracker this time...didn't we have that senator who wanted a redhead? Yeah, look into that...Yes, send the van. Two guys. Quick as you can, I'll be out the back.”
Theo never got that consolation blowjob. On the other hand, over a hundred men would have stuck their cock in Cherry's mouth over the next year of her life. She wasn't the first waitress to go out the back to serve Greg Higgins, and never been seen again. No-one would ask questions, especially when those inclined to do so could receive a human sex toy as payoff. The life of the slave once known as Cherry O'Malley – as short and brutal as it would be – began that night.
EPILOGUE
Seated in a smoke-choked office, Singh took the video back for the hundredth time for another look. He would always be thrilled at the foresight to plan three cameras in the private booth., especially considering what it had given him. He had recorded the hour-long rape of the woman he hated most in the world. Now he intended to find a use for it....