It didn't take long for Ginger to find out that she was in for much more even than she'd feared. She was blindfolded and led out the back door and up the steps. Once in the top apartment, J.D. told her to lift her feet and step inside a wooden box. Doing as she was told, she felt the rough wood scrape against one of her knees as she stepped inside. J.D. pushed her head down so she knelt in the bottom of the box.
Her hands were tied behind her back and a lid put on the box. Ginger felt the sides of the box all around her. With the lid on there was just room for her body and nothing else. She felt the box moving and realized it was on wheels. She heard the front door opening and then felt herself bumping down the front steps. Her apprehension grew as she was pulled the long distance to the street.
She felt metal knocking against the outside of the box and then heard a whining noise as the box was lifted into the air. She heard other noises and a moment later, the sound of a truck engine starting. The box began shaking as the truck pulled away and began taking her somewhere. She rested her head on her knees, feeling the sides of the box touching her everywhere. Her breasts were pressed hard against her chest. Her hands were pressed against the lid.
Fear of the unknown surged within her and she struggled to keep from crying out for help. She couldn't tell how long the ride lasted. It seemed like forever. Each bounce of the truck caused her to flinch and suck in her breath. What if the truck wrecked and she was found naked in the box? Or what if she was hurt and wasn't found? As fear caused her heart to race wildly, she also felt a stirring of sensual arousal.
Why did she respond in such a humiliating way to being treated like a slave? Shame filled her but she could not stop the erotic pulsing in her pussy. Even her breasts tingled with deviate excitement as the truck carried her away; being naked and helpless, completely at the mercy of a man she hardly knew, kept her in a constant state of erotic tension.
At last the truck stopped and she felt the box being hauled from the truck and lowered to the ground. Again it was pulled along on its wheels. She thought she felt herself being lifted in an elevator but she couldn't tell for sure. And then everything stopped. She heard footsteps walking away from her and then nothing. She waited for something to happen but nothing did.
She prayed someone would open the box and let her out. Every muscle in her body ached for a movement. She tried to squirm around to relieve some of the tension, but she was pressed so tightly in the box that she could do nothing more than wiggle her fingers and toes. She strained to hear movement around her, but she could hear nothing other than the sound of her own panicked breathing.
It seemed like hours went by. And when the lid was finally lifted from the box, Ginger was no longer able even to lift her head. The box was pushed over on its side and she was unceremoniously dumped onto soft gold carpeting. Her blindfold was removed and she looked up to see J.D. standing over her. Slowly and painfully, she began working the stiffness from her limbs. Sweat dripped from her body.
"You look like you could use a drink," J.D. said, a strange smile tilting the corners of his mouth.
Ginger nodded eagerly. She had not had anything to eat or drink since getting off the plane in San Diego. But when J.D. unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, Ginger was not so sure she wanted to drink what he offered her.
"Suck my cock in your mouth," he ordered. "I'll quench your thirst with piss. And I don't want you to spill one single drop."
Ginger was horrified. Surely he didn't mean it. But when she tried to back away, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face into his crotch until his cock head pressed against her lips.
"No, please!" she begged. "I don't want to." But he twisted her hair until she opened her mouth. Immediately he rammed his soft dick into her mouth.
She tasted his rubbery cock head and felt it pulsing in her mouth as he prepared to unleash a stream of pee. He allowed only a tiny dribble to run into her mouth. She felt the liquid running over her tongue and filling her cheeks. "Swallow it," he ordered. Hesitantly, Ginger did as she was told, tasting the salty fluid as it disappeared down her throat. Immediately another spurt of piss filled her mouth. She swallowed that as well.
And then J.D. allowed his cock to pee a long, continuous stream of piss into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, but still some of the urine ran out the corners of her mouth and dripped down her chin. She gulped and swallowed over and over, struggling to keep up with the copious amount of liquid filling her mouth.
Ginger could not believe she was actually drinking pee from a man's cock. She swallowed as fast as she could, trying not to taste the pungent flavor, but his piss kept filling her mouth as fast as she could swallow it down. And when he did finally run out of pee, he would not allow her to take his cock from her mouth. "Keep sucking it," he said. "Get it hard. I want to feel your tongue bathing over my head and licking me to erection."
Ginger was beginning to understand how much she would have to put up with to get Roger out of jail. Still, no price was too high to save Roger. She had never loved anyone in her life as much as she loved Roger. The thought of him rotting away in jail for a crime he didn't commit was too much for her to bear. She sucked and licked J.D.'s cock until she felt it pulsing and throbbing to erection. Slowly his shaft expanded as blood pumped into his organ.
She felt his cock poking at the back of her throat and pulsing with aroused lust. She tasted the tangy flavor of his hot cock on her tongue and sucked the tip of his head until all the fluid was drawn into her mouth. As his cock grew to complete erection in her mouth, Ginger relaxed her throat muscles and bobbed her head harder and harder over his cock until she felt his head pushing into her throat and working its way farther into her mouth.
Not until her nose was buried in his pubic hair did J.D. relax his hold on her hair and allow her the freedom to suck and nurse at his cock at her own pace. Ginger licked the underside of his head, tasting the satiny texture of his skin and swallowing the juices that accumulated in her mouth. She felt her own arousal growing in her cunt at the realization of how perverse she was behaving. Yet she had no choice in the matter and that alone allowed her the freedom to enjoy what she was doing.
Ginger felt his pulsing knob plunging deeply into her throat, growing larger each time it went in and out. She tasted the faint aroma of cum on her tongue as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. Over and over she bobbed her head into his crotch, feeling her throat stretching to accommodate his huge cock.
"That's it, baby. Keep sucking it. It feels so good going down your throat. Lick my balls, too. I want to feel your tongue going all over my body."
Like an obedient slave, Ginger did exactly as she was told. She lifted his balls and lowered her mouth to them. First licking them until they dripped with her saliva and then sucking them carefully into her mouth and stroking his buttocks at the same time.
"Hum," he said. "Make my nuts vibrate with your mouth. Hum me a little song."
Ginger felt humiliated having to hum at the same time she licked and sucked his balls, but she knew better than to disobey. She hummed, allowing herself to be ordered around like a slave. She actually enjoyed being dominated and ordered to do things she normally would not want to do. She felt shamed and humiliated by what she was doing, but perversely that added to the growing excitement in her own loins.
She felt her cunt dripping with passion and her breasts swelling as though filled with electric energy. J.D. bent over while she sucked his cock and began pulling and twisting her nipples, arousing her to as an intense state of excitement as he was in.
"Play with yourself," he ordered. "I want to see you stroking your pussy and stretching your cunt lips apart until juice drips down your thighs."
Ginger blushed with embarrassment at what he ordered her to do. Yet even that thought excited her. Obeying him quickly, Ginger dropped her hands to her crotch and began caressing her pussy. She stroked her cunt lips and toyed with her clit, flicking her nails over the erect organ until she felt her passion flaring and surging like bubbling lava.
Just as her orgasm erupted through her body, the first spurt of cum blasted from J.D.'s cock into her mouth. Ginger felt his viscous fluid splash into the back of her throat. She tasted his sticky cum on her tongue and felt her mouth being filled until she was forced to swallow. Load after load gushed into her mouth. She swallowed as fast as she could, her fingers continuing to stroke her cunt.
J.D.'s orgasm did not last as long as the first time. After three spurts of cum, his balls were emptied. Ginger kept his cock in her mouth until her own orgasm dwindled and faded away. J.D. pushed her head away and stepped back. "That was good," he said, smiling. "You're going to be able to take care of a lot of good customers."
Ginger wasn't sure if that was a compliment or not, but if it meant she would be able to make a lot of money to help Roger, she was all for it. Still on her knees, Ginger started to stand, but J.D. pushed her back to the floor. He gathered his clothes from the floor and dressed quickly. When Ginger made a move to stand up, he again ordered her back.
"What do you want me to do?" she said, confused at not even being allowed to stand. She watched him finish dressing since he refused to answer her.
When he was completely dressed, he said, "You can get up now. You don't mind standing around for awhile, do you?" He didn't wait for her reply, but turned and strolled out the door.
Ginger looked around. It was the first chance she'd had to see the room. It was about fifteen feet square. One wall was covered with mirrors. There were no windows or even any furniture. It was impossible to tell if she was in an apartment building or an office building. She had no idea even what part of town she was in, although it didn't matter since she didn't know her way around San Diego.
Ginger waited only a short time before J.D. returned. "I have a customer waiting for you now," he said. He had a bag in his right hand. He opened it and tossed some clothes to her. Separating them, Ginger realized she was going to look rather kinky wearing what he'd brought. She dressed and looked at herself in the wall mirror.
Her nipples showed through the skimpy black bra and the panties had no crotch. A garter belt, black stockings and high-heeled shoes completed her outfit. She looked away from the mirror. "I look silly," she observed.
J.D. laughed. "It doesn't matter. You're not dressed to please yourself. You're dressed to please your customer. I want you to understand that you'd better handle this right. If you've been stringing me along about your willingness to cooperate and are waiting for a chance to screw things up, you're going to be sorry."
Ginger shivered at the violence his voice suggested. She assured him again that she wouldn't do anything he didn't want her to and would do everything he did want. She followed J.D. out of the room, feeling her pulse racing wildly. They went only a short distance down the hall and turned into another room. Ginger's eyes widened in surprise at the red walls and canopied bed. The room looked and smelled like she would have imagined a whore house was supposed to look.
She felt an overpowering sense of shame at what she was submitting to. She kept reminding herself she was doing it for Roger. "You're to wait here," J.D. said, leaving her alone in the room. She sat on the bed. The mirrors reflected her image. She turned her head away. She was a whore now. She was doing it for money. She was doing it for Roger.
The door opened and Ginger's first paying customer walked in. He was fat and balding. His eyes went up and down her body, taking in her nipples and the slit in her panties. She took a deep breath, allowing her breasts to swell into her bra. She smiled, trying to make herself look as sexy as possible. And then she saw the rubber paddle in his right hand and her smile disappeared.
"Do you like to be whipped?" the man asked, his voice husky. He came closer and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. "They said I could whip you all I wanted."
Ginger struggled with her fear and revulsion. She wanted to scream and run. Instead, she lowered her eyes and nodded. "Yes," she said. "I love it. I want you to whip me." And the worst thing about it was that somewhere deep inside her, she knew she liked it. She deserved it. She was nothing but a whore and she should be whipped again and again.