The fate of a whore
By susicol     susicol@hotmail.com
He wishes the day never started..


I must be dreaming. This cannot be happening. This beauty stripped me of
everything. I lost everything. My powers. My honour. She cut off my uniform. I
am stark naked. She took my freedom. She even doesn’t need the ties any more:
she just cut me loose. She is my mistress. I am her slave. I do whatever she
wants. She just ordered me to masturbate. In front of her gang. I obeyed. Even
my cock belongs to her. I am her whore, number sixteen. This cannot be true. A
bunch of women is cheering this dismal performance. I used to be a proud
warrior, an unbeaten leader. Now I am a naked slave, happy to obey even the
most degrading orders. I look up to my mistress, mistress Sally. I hope she is
glad. I hope she won’t punish me. She seems happy. I see a very large smile.
In her eyes I see triumph, and contempt. After my performance she is entitled
to. I feel tears in the corners of my eyes. I never imagined I would end up
milking myself.

My mistress turns around. She leaves me alone on this rostrum. What can I do?
I cannot run away. The whole world will know about my show. At last I will be
famous. Whore sixteen. Great name. Two women come towards me. They just wear a
skirt. Obviously they aren’t warriors. But they have the same smirk on their
face. They are my superiors anyway. Who wouldn’t be? Other whores perhaps. And
even they wouldn’t have suffered this kind of humiliation.

"Come on, sweetie, you are going to your new quarters. A nice palace it is
going to be." At last, some minutes of respite. I will be able to rest a
little bit. I slowly stand up. "Come on, cow, quicker. We have others things
to do." I stand up. I try to hold my hands in front of my privates.
Privates??? Come on. I am not the only one to think that way. "Silly bitch,
every one has seen your ridiculous little thing, remember." I let my arms
dangling along my body. I do not dare to look up. I will have to cross my
conquerors. My two guardians do not touch me. I do not need any ties or cuffs.
They know I do not have any choices any more. I can obey. One of them preceeds
me. I just see her feet. I try to follow her as closely as possible. The crowd
opens up. But not too far. I hear cat calls: "Nice bum, sixteen" "Soon you are
mine, honey". I am not exactly in a position to deny it. I see those proud
women on all sides. One of them strokes my ass! They all like to touch me: my
back, my shoulders. And of course: my balls, my cock. I try to march on.
Perhaps this will be over sooner. I do not dare to fend them off. After all,
they own me, totally. The amazons are hilarious. They are overjoyed about
their new prize. I will be their toy, for the rest of my life, I suppose.

At last those women are behind me. I go on. Not a nice sight. I see my gang
again. We never would have imagined it would be in such circumstances. A long
row of crosses, all my men are crucified. Not one of them is missing. Some
have kept some clothing, others are nearly naked. Some are gagged. Some have a
P written on their belly. But all of them are prisoners. They won’t liberate
me. I see their tears. Some of them are sobbing. Their heads are hanging down.
My guardians seem to like this situation. "Honeys, just have a look at your
proud leader. Look at your own future." They already do as they are told. They
look at me. Just horror. The last time they saw me, I was in my full battle
dress. But they aren’t astonished. At that moment mistress Sally was already
on her way to victory. And they know what I had promised her. Utter
destruction. The destruction came, but not the way I promised. This lane is
long, horribly long. The exhibition is horrible. My once so proud army. Ready
for execution. I suppose this is a historic defeat. Never the amazons have
captured so many slaves.

"There, your hotel. You will enjoy it. It even has a name.". I see what they
have in store for me. A steel cage, six feet by six. Not even three feet high.
With a little sign on it: "Home of the brave." I suppose their animals are
better off. They open a small door. "In you go, whore." I kneel down, quickly.
I ramp into the cage. The women giggle behind me. They slam the door shut.
They even do not lock it.

I huddle together. The tears are flowing, flowing heavily. How could this
happen to me? A prisoner for life... a whore, whatever this may mean.

I wake up. Some women are making noise next to my prison. I see more and more
boots passing. Some thing is going to happen. I hear my conqueror. "Lisa, I
suppose you know that body." They must be talking about me. I hear another
woman: "Sweet sixteen, I am here. Do you recognize me?" I recognize the voice.
This is not Lisa. This is Maggy, my wife! She used to honour and serve me.
What have they done to her? Have they made a whore out of her as well? Will we
have to work together. I open my eyes. She is standing next to the mistress..
But she is not shackled, or tied, or whatever. She doesn’t wear her nice blue
dress any more. Just an ultra- short black skirt, just as the other guardians
She even doesn’t wear a bra. But there is something wrong. I do not see any
fear in her eyes. She looks even happy. She smiles. At Sally. She looks in
love. They must have drugged her. She wouldn’t ever have betrayed me.. Or
would she? She will liberate me, when she gets the chance. Why did she change
her name?

Sally is talking. I hardly understand her. She is letting me out of her cage.
What for now? Won’t she ever stop. She opens the door. I crawl out. Maggy
doesn’t move! Would she changed camps? I’d better stop being silly. I do not
have anything anymore, let alone a camp... She is laughing, at me, and my
fate. She is one of my mistresses now. I lay down, at their feet, my naked ass
into the air.

"Get up, on your knees". I try to get on my knees. I try to look as humbly as
possible. I just look at their feet. My shoulders are hanging down. I see my
penis. It is shrunk to ridiculous proportions. The two women giggle. Mistress
Sally opens a box. "This is your beauty case. We want you to be beautiful."
Those bitches are going to make me up. They cannot stop laughing. As if this
were funny. "Keep your head upright, bitch." That was mistress Lisa, as I
should call her now. What can I do? Sally pours out a bottle, and Lisa,
massages my head. And it feels cold. My hair will never be brown any more.
White is more like it. They want to change me completely. And I do not have
anything to say. They can do whatever they want. Obviously Lisa likes it more
this way.

Sally throws away the empty bottle. They order me to stand up. Again, how
would I refuse. I look at Lisa: she barely can keep serious. I don’t look very
formidable. "We will brighten up your face..." They order me to tout my lips,
they put some horrible pink lipstick on it. This doesn’t seem enough:
eyeliner, eyeshadow, and blush. How much I loved my Maggy with a beautiful
make-up. It is payback time. They paint me the way I liked my women. But that
seems a long time ago.

Some hours ago, I would have been utterly insulted if anybody had suggested
that one day I wouldn’t be the leader of my gang. Now I am on my knees, naked,
happy to obey quickly. My hair is bleached, I wear lipstick, eyeliner,
eyeshadow and blush. In the most appalling combination.

"Nicely close your eyes, sweetie." I hurry to do so. I hear giggles. I feel
somethings on my eyes. They blow on them. "Yes, open.." Eyelashes, inches
long. "How seductive. Time for a little manicure." A what? "Slut! Your right
hand, quickly." My ex-wife takes my wrist, and pulls my hand towards her. Not
so sweet. But she is efficient. She quickly glues some false nails onto my
nails. "Don’t dare to break them, clumsy thing. Left hand."

Will this never stop. The ominous voice of my conqueror orders me to lie down,
on my back. When I look up, I realize my position. I see the longest possible
legs her leather boots, the most beautiful thighs, a ultra short skirt, the
most muscular abs, a black halter-top, holding her perfect breasts, and the
most beautiful black hair. But: I wanted to see all of this beneath me. She is
standing over me. One step of hers could kill me. In her eyes: not a bit of
pity: just smiling triumph. She has been working for this, and she feels she
deserves every moment of it." And Lisa isn’t her prisoner, oh no: she is her
admiror, her help. How much would she like to be in her place.

I lie on my back, my arms next to my body. You fill a little bit safer. "Oh
honey, so afraid? Open up, darling: legs open, arms open. Soon you will be
open for everybody, remember?" Of course, how would I forget. I look more and
more the part. I open my arms first. "Remember that nice cross you were
hanging on? Don’t you like that position? Go on." I spread open my legs.
Everybody sees my cock and balls, dangling. "Glorious position isn’t it?"
Spreadeagled, powerless, helpless. I see the mistress getting some kind of
bottle. What would that be? I can’t keep me eyes from it. She pours the liquid
on my chest! It is kind of warm. Wax indeed. She is going to epilate me. The
mistress is rubbing it in everywhere: on my chest, on my legs, under my
armpits. She doesn’t miss much. Perhaps one spot? In vain. "Don’t get too
excited, honey." She pours what is left on my pubic hair.

Lisa is finishing her job: she puts a scarlet varnish on my toe-nails. We must
be near the end of this preparation. I doubt if I like that prospect. I guess
I know what is coming when I will be ready. Up to now, Sally has kept all her
promises. I will surely be a real whore soon. Why would she forgive me?

In the meantime, the wax is hardening. Obviously Sally wants to finish this
show. She orders me to get up. I stand up, she is kneeling. But I don’t look
too proud. I’d rather disappear into the ground. My chin is resting on my
chest, my head dangles aroud, my hands are just hanging next to my body, my
knees are trembling. Even the smallest child could push me over now. She grabs
the wax, and tears it off my legs. Horrible. I shout. She laughs in my face.
Through my tears, I see my perfect legs. "Lift your arms." It will hurt, I
know that, but I obey, I have to. She took away my choice. She tears off the
wax as well. I am still thinking about that pain, but she already cleaned my
chest. I look clean like a boy. Except for one place. She smiles, looks at
Lisa, and her companions.

"Now the most important part, honey. Then you are ready for service. Don’t
move. " Why would I? Wouldn’t she hurry. No, no, she knows how to hurt. She
peels off the wax so slowly, I feel every single hair torn out. There won’t be
any left, not one. But it hurts, it hurts. She smiles so viciously. She enjoys
hurting, and she loves what she is doing. And she does it so well. She is
turning me into a woman. But not any woman. Not a woman like she: I become a
cheap slut. Very cheap: I am not worth anything. And I do not have any tears
left.

"Finished with your preparation. Time for your grand moment, honey. We have
been waiting for it. Haven’t you." No, not exactly. But I knew it had to come.
I knew it since she promised it. She keeps promises. Unfortunately. No way to
escape, no way to save something. But how will she do it? Here, in front of
all the other amazons. Of course.

"Sweetie, you look so nice. All my girls will so much love using you. And they
will. But I will be first. That is my right, remember. On your knees." I kneel
down. I am on my way to the final degradation. The last step in my journey.
Warrior, prisoner, slave, whore. A very short journey.

I try to look at Lisa. Wouldn’t she help me. She just laughs as viciously as
the others. No hope left. No final reprief.

"On your belly. And I want you to assume the position. Spread open your arms.
But above all. Your most important part. I want easy access to what matters to
me, and to my girls. Open your legs, as wide as possible." This order doesn’t
lack any clarity. Not a bit of mercy. Merciless, efficient execution. I try to
slow down. The last moments I have any honour left. I look up at the sky. My
ex is standing in front of me. She will be the first witness of my final
ignominy. And does she like it. I rest on my hands, I look down, into the
dirt, where I belong. I lie down, flat on my belly. My breathing is getting
faster. I open my arms. Crucified again. And then: the final submission. My
right leg far to the right, my left to the left. I open myself. As far as
possible. I don’t want them to force me.

I bury my nose into the ground. I am waiting. When will she come. Oh no. Oh
no. I feel knees on my shoulders. My ex is sitting down on me. She clamps down
her so lovely legs against my head. I won’t move my head. They want me to
remain in place. She strokes my arms, my back, my ass. She peels open my
buttocks. "Mighty conqueror, slave sixteen is ready." It is my verdict. Last
hopes are gone. The silence must be absolute. I hear noises. My tormentor is
coming nearer. She kneels down. She grabs my ass. It must be coming. It is
coming. "No, please, please, I will do anything!" Rather stupid: I am doing
anything, anything she wants. She opens my ass. No, there it is: she taps both
cheeks with it. Left; right, left, right. That dildo is cold. She plays with
me. Please enter softly... For some seconds she doesn’t play. Would she back
off?

Aaaagh: she rammed her dildo into me, with all her force. This is pure rape. I
shriek out. Thunderous applause. I hear Lisa’s laughter above all. She turns
that thing into my bowels. It must be immense. She turns and turns. Lisa
screws her legs tighter. She pushes my head into the ground. More turning. She
pulls and pushes. I move my legs frenetically. As if this would stop her.
Rather pathetic. At last, she draws it out. It is over, at last.

But Lisa keeps my head fast. NOOOOOO: again the mistress enters me. She takes
me again. She takes possession of me. The applause gives way to laughter. I
don’t even have the force to move my legs any more.

She leaves me again. Just in order to come back. I am totally spreadeagled.
And out. And no... My dick starts to swell... Do I enjoy this rape? If only
they don’t notice it. Is this really my destiny? A whore, a slut, a tart..

"Mighty conqueress. Whore sixteen is in service." Not a verdict: a
constatation. She releases me. But I don’t move. I ly down, a crucified whore.
Lisa stands up. She pulls on my shoulder. She turns me over. On my back. They
laugh terribly.

"Obviously our slut enjoyed it. Lisa, we want to take advantage of this. A
whore can come. But only when we allow him to. Milk him. This whole body is
ours, at our service." My former wife straddles me, sits down on my chest. I
used to fondle this glorious back. And she used to fondle my dick. But only
when I ordered her to. I can’t order her any more, I can’t even touch her any
more. But she can touch me. She is stroking my very nude ball, and comes to my
cock. She strokes it. It gets even stiffer. She is still an expert. But I hate
it. She makes me come. Just for their pleasure. They control every part of me.
She massages it. I am coming. She feels it. She wriggles her ass. But she
completely pincers off my dick. And then, suddenly she releases it. The sperm
spurts out.

I have done what they wanted. "And again honey, we want more of this milk. You
will come when we want to." She rubs again, and again. It gets stiffer again,
and again I cannot resist her. Those women own me, thoroughly. "Three times
lucky, honey. Here you go again." I am empty, completely empty.

She moves back her body. She moves her ass right into my face. "Sweetie, we
will leave something for tomorrow. Tomorrow you will eat my pussy. Just
smell." I used to love the smell. Now it is the smell of defeat. She stands
up.

"On your knees, tart. Work to do. The warriors have deserved you. Make them
happy..."

Will it ever end? I get up, unto my knees. Lisa and Sally walk away, giggling.
I guess I know aboout what. I try to look around, and just rest a little bit.
Not a bit of a chance. A tall Amazon comes towards me. She holds my chin. "Oh,
so soft. Just the way I like them. But let me try your ass, honey. On knees
and hands. And not a bit of noise, or I start all over, until you shut up." I
assume my position. She enters, and enters, and enters. Can a whore be raped?

Obviously, they enjoy this terribly. Scores of amazons abuse me. On my knees,
standing up, on my belly. They just grab my ass, and push a huge dildo into my
bowels. Exceptionally, one of these creatures just grants me some reprief:
they just force me onto my knees, and let me lick their boots, or their. I
hardly can say I like the taste. But it reliefs my ass a little bit. And then,
we start all over again. I feel ravaged. If I just could escape, get out of
here, or kill myself.

At last the queue has vanished. I suppose they have had enough fun, for today.
The night is falling. I lay down, squirming around. I would like to vanish.
And the whole of my naked body hurts, hurts terribly.

"Into your house, honey." They have opened my cage. I crawl into it. Door
shut.

No way I can fall asleep. Some women, just in skirts, are busy with steel
tubes. Constructing new cages. "Yes, sweetie, some colleagues for you.
Tomorrow you won’t be alone any more." The quicker, the better: my comrades
can take away some of the pressure. It may sound cruel, but I hope they share
my fate as soon as possible. They surrendered as well, didn’t they? No reason
why I should be left alone.

Hearing those servants talk to each other gives me some hope. "It will be some
view: a mass execution. Just imagine those mighty warriors on a row:
crucified, losing their garments, and then: forced to their ultimate
humiliation. I wonder if they would realize now what our amazons have got in
store for them." "Some of them even don’t know what they will be doing
tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the week after, and the rest of
their miserable life." "Didn’t they deserve it, the arrogant bastards? At last
they find their place."

"And this will not be the end. The women our amazons conquered are servants
now, but some of them want to be Amazons. And they will have to conquer a male
to prove their worth. Look at Lisa, she would just want to be an Amazon to get
into our leader’s bed." "We had our chance, didn’t we. But we failed. We never
managed to capture a man." "I guess we are on our place now. Anyway, would you
like to serve a creature like that? I imagine we are still better here. Don’t
you agree? I prefer this sight to the state of holy matrimony. Rather a
servant than a slave, or a whore. What you sixteen?" They find this so
amusing. They don’t stop laughing. Obviously they enjoy their situation. And
their job. "There: one more ready."

"Look at that creature. How could he ever imagine he would beat one of us? No
muscles, just fat." "But he is going to look a lot better soon. If you don’t
eat, you just loose the fat. Some water from time to time. He shouldn’t cost
us too much." "I just hope he knows how to please his mistresses. Some of his
predecessors didn’t. Some even refused to work!" "I remember. But they got
what they deserved. Nobody remembers even their name. But anyway, their end
was not too glorious. Crucifixion is never nice, but asphyxiation on the cross
is pretty horrible." "Of course, sometimes the amazons just get bored with a
whore. If they don’t like them any more, they try to sell them. Somebody else
would perhaps like them. And of course, they wouldn’t put any money into them,
if they can’t get rid of them. Their food costs money, and so do their
houses..." "Do they release them?" "Don’t be ridiculous. The right place of a
living man is in captivity. Oh no, we sell them anyway: only not in one piece.
Some of their parts can be of use to other women."

"You see, sweet sixteen: better don’t imagine things. Better be a good whore,
an excellent slave."

Now I know why I am alone here. What happened to slaves one till sixteen. That
perspective is not too appetizing either.

To be continued...