1. Samantha finds Trouble


    Date: 8/8/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Domination/submission, Gothic, Group Sex, Hardcore, Male Domination, Males / Female, Mind Control, Wife, Author: C.H. Davis, Rating: 77.3, Source: sexstories.com

    “Sure, Rosco, Sure” Said Jasper the Bartender, who looked at Bevy with sympathetic eyes as he went down stairs, closing the door behind him. Bevy watched him go, realizing she was seeing the only friend she had in the place was leaving. “Howdy, Miss, I’m Rosco, we don’t git too many pretty girls in here.” said the man next to her. Bevy turned to look at him and saw a middle-aged black man who was 20 pounds overweight and slightly balding. He looked like a reject from a bad ‘70’s movie, the pimp past his prime. “What’s yo’ name, Miss?” “Um..Beverly, but everyone calls me Bevy for short.”said Bevy, her mind racing, had the driver taken her to the wrong address? “Well now, Bevy, why don’cha come over to my table? I’ve some friends who are real anxious to meet you, including one very Personal friend.”, said Rosco. “Um..I don’t know..uh, is Jasper coming back soon, I might want another drink.” said Bevy. “Oh, it mighty dark down in the ol’ Basement, it might take Jasper quite some time to the bottle that I want. Besides, even Jasper don’t give away drinks for free, I do believe that you said you didn’t have no money on you. So, come on, we got a pitcher over there and we’s more then willin’ to share. What do you say?”, cajoled Rosco Seeing little choice, Bevy thought that at least out in the open, less was likely to happen. “Okay.”, said Bevy. Rosco then took her arm in his and led her over to the other side of the room. As they went, Bevy heard the front door being closed, ...
    followed by a ominous click of a lock. “Hmm, Seems we’ve run out of chairs. Billy, go'on and git that stool for Miss Bevy, hurry up, boy!” Billy brought the stool and placed in the center of the room. Bevy sat and noticed that every one of the men in the bar, around twenty or so, were adjusting their seating so as to surround her and her stool. From her vantage point on the higher bar stool, she could see her self in the large mirror on the far wall. She was dressed in a pair of black six inch heels, a pair of black stockings, a white, short, pleated mini skirt and a black, lacy, tank top that exposed her mid-drift and barely covered her large breasts. But that wasn’t the worst of it, as her stockings had in white letters, “Slut” written all over them; her mini skirt, in each of the pleats, written horizontally, were the words, “Fuck Me”; her tank top had written in white letters, complete with Nike Swoosh in the form of a cock: “Just Do Me”; finally, tied to her neck was a black silk ribbon, with the words “WHORE” written on it. Bevy looked at her reflection and realized with a start that she almost didn’t recognized her self, that she did indeed look like a whore. A shameless, cock-loving, cum-burping, fuck-toy, who selfishly used others for her own pleasure. Bevy look around at these men with new eyes. These weren’t Brothers to serve, but heathens to control. Men she could use for her pleasure, not the other way around. “Everybody, this is Miss Bevy.” said Rosco “Hi, Miss Bevy!” ...
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