Chapter 4: Chapter 4
The knock on the door had been polite, almost hesitant, but in Julie’s current state—her body still humming from the rough treatment, her mind still foggy with the weight of what had happened—that simple sound felt like a sledgehammer to her temples. She stood in the shaft of morning light cutting through the heavy curtains of her hotel room, the white hotel robe clinging damply to her skin where cum had dried in patches, the fabric stiff with it. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the belt tighter, as if that could somehow contain the chaos that was spiraling inside her.
She opened the door and a breakfast tray was outside, still steaming. The sight of it felt routine and normal, helping her to snap back into her executive self. After all, she was at a high rated hotel on business, here to land a big client and claim her partnership at her firm. She was high paid and successful. Perhaps a night of wild sex was something she deserved, after all powerful male execs definitely enjoyed escorts and strip clubs, she justified to herself. She had enjoyed hours of sex whenever a a man finished and went limp, a good hard dick quickly took its place. Her breasts had been sucked and played with for hours. After a moment of consideration she had really enjoyed herself, so much that she had allowed the bartender to continue her pleasure into the morning. She smiled at her indulgence. She had been with John for over a decade, married for four years. She had been a faithful wife, never allowing herself to even be close to other men. The experience was somewhat liberating.
Julie enjoyed her breakfast feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. Then she opened her laptop and went straight into research of Echo. She studied with intensity, their history, their current investments, their quoted long term goals, CFO Blair, his family, hobbies and any interests she could find. Hours passed before her phone buzzed. She picked it up expecting a message from John, but the name on the lock screen was Jeb White. Julie unlocked the screen to read *"I didn't know you had that in you"*. Julie looked confused at the text. She exited back to her message app, noticing that John hadn't messaged her at all since the day before. She felt relieved, but somehow concerned. Selecting Jeb's message Julie typed her response *"Someone told you what I was up to?"* Julie shook her head. She didn't want Jeb to know she had an in with Echo Enterprises. She wondered who had let it slip.
The phone buzzed, as Jeb responded *"I thought you'd be more worried about the partnership than your wild sex life."* Julie stared at the message puzzled. What was Jeb talking about? What did he know?
She chose to ignore it. Grabbing her purse and leaving the room. She went to a restaurant around the block for lunch. As she walked there she noticed heads turning as she walked by. Occasionally someone would gesture towards her, what this her imagination? She was sat at the bar alone, and given a menu. She glanced it over to make her selection, "Julie? Are you Julie?" She heard. She looked up from her menu to see a man she had never seen before. "Do I know you?" She asked confused. "You're Julie right? From Extra Adult, the porn site?" Julie's throat when dry. Of course she knew about the popular porn site. "Excuse me?" She asked. The man pulled out his phone looking at a video and comparing it to the woman in front of her. Julie could see on his phone, her on the bed, her ass up, and with one arm pulled back. Her breast rocking with her pulled up blouse as the blurred out man slammed into pussy roughly. A smaller zoomed in close up featuring the dick rocking into her pussy, as another blurred man shoved mercilessly into her throat. It wasn't just porn it was hardcore porn, she looking like she was being torn apart as another blurred man waited his turn. The blurring creating some ambiguity so if it was a yet another man.
Julie's mouth went dry. "That's you, that's absolutely you" the man explained. Julie thought she would faint. The views were over 3 millions. Julie felt dizzy. The stranger smiled, "this was good stuff, hey can I get your number?" He asked as she slid out of her seat, pale as a ghost. What was she going to do?
Julie thought as she hurried out of the restaurant. She felt like she was going to be sick. She could feel the eyes of the people in the restaurant on her, but she couldn’t bring herself to look back. Her heart pounded in her chest, her fingers trembling as she clutched her phone tightly. She needed to get out of there. She needed to think.
Julie rushed down the sidewalk, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The city noise—car horns, the distant hum of traffic, the murmur of pedestrians—felt muffled, as if she were underwater. Her mind raced, replaying the video in her head.
The blur of faces, the rough hands, the way her body had moved with each thrust. She could still feel the phantom ache between her thighs, the way her skin had burned where they'd gripped her. The shame was a physical weight, pressing down on her chest until she could barely breathe.
Julie ducked into a narrow alley between two buildings, pressing her back against the cold brick wall. She closed her eyes, but the image of herself—spread open, used, *willing*—flashed behind her eyelids. Her phone buzzed again in her hand. Another message from Jeb. *"You’re trending, Julie. #JulieDoesBoston is everywhere."*
Her stomach twisted. She sat in the alley holding her knees, listening to the sound of the city go by. She heard steps approach. A harsh voice shouted to her, "Your purse bitch, give me your purse!" Julie looked up surprised to see two black men, with their hoodies backwards over their face. One had a run pointed towards her and the other lifted his hoodie to show a gun tucked into his waistband. Julie looked between the two surprised and scared. The one standing behind the man with the point gun tilted his head, "Yo, does she look kinda familiar?" The stood looking at her in silence for a moment as Julie sat perfectly still, "You're the Boston slut right?"
"Yeah! That's her isn't it. Damn fucking porn star." The other said, "is that you?!" He shouted aggressively. Julie nodded slowly lifting her hands up above her head. "Fuck yeah," the other said. "Go on stand up." The other insisted. Julie stood slowly in the alleyway.
"That joint down the alley is squat, yo" he said to his fellow robber who smiled and nodded. "Julie isn't it? Come walk with us."
Julie walked with the two looking desperately around. The alley, as they walked deeper down to a rusty side door that was tagged. One opened it and the other walk through taking Julie along. Once the two locked the door them as the continued down a hallway there was a small corridor that passed industrial style doors that seemed to have abandoned office spaces behind them. Random mattresses and scattered items left by transients could be seen scattered in dirty space. The two seemed familiar with the space leading Julie into a room that was slightly cleaner, with a mattress and desk looking discarded as the other spaces. The door going in was tagged, and the room had working. Electricity with a running refrigerator. They locked the door behind them as they stepped in, and Julie looked at the two terrified. The one with his gun out put his gun in his pants and opened the refrigerator, pulling out a beer and handing it to Julie. "Relax, were not going to take your purse." He said. He face still covered with his hood. Julie stood frozen in the center of the room, her fingers clutching her purse strap so tightly her knuckles had gone white. The air smelled of stale beer and something faintly metallic—blood? Rust? She couldn’t tell. The man with the gun had tossed her a beer, the can cold and sweating in her hand. The other one, the one who had recognized her, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. His hood was pulled down now, revealing a sharp, angular face with a scar cutting through one eyebrow. He smirked at her, his gaze raking over her body in a way that made her skin prickle.
"You’re *that* Julie," he said, his voice low and rough.
Julie didn't answer. "Fuck you're fine" the other side reaching his hand over and squeezing her breast through her clothes. Julie shuffled uncomfortably it was strange how she had grown to feel so aroused by being touched by a stranger. It reminded her of the day before, when Ernest had been so fast to put his hands all over her. "Don't be nervous" the thief said "Just chill out." He said taking her other breast in his hands through her clothing, and massaging them. The other man stood behind her groping at her ass. Julie felt a strange mix of fear and arousal as their hands explored her body. The one with the beer leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You’re famous now," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist. "Everyone’s seen you take it. Seen how much you love it." His hand slid down to her thigh, fingers pressing into the fabric of her skirt.
Julie swallowed hard, her pulse racing. She should have been terrified, should have been fighting back. But instead, her body betrayed her, her nipples hardening under their touch. The man behind her chuckled, his hand slipping under her skirt. "Man pull that shirt up," the one behind her ordered the man fondling her. Julie felt her shirt buttons being undone before it was pulled open showing off her black balcony bra. The man behind her put his hands over her eyes. They must've took their hoods off because she felt lips on her nipples and her sucking on her neck. Julie gasped at the stimulation. Letting out heavy breaths of pleasure. Julie’s body responded to their touch, her skin tingling as their mouths moved over her. The man in front of her pulled her bra down, freeing her breasts, his tongue swirling around her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth. Julie let out a soft moan, her head falling back against the man behind her, who was now kissing her neck, his hands sliding up her thighs.
"Look at you," the man in front of her whispered, his voice rough and low. "You love this, don’t you? Being used like this." He pinched her nipple, hard enough to make her gasp, but the pain only sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.
The man behind her chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" he murmured, his fingers tracing the waistband of her skirt.
Julie’s breath hitched as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, his fingers brushing against the damp lace of her panties. She should have stopped him. She should have pushed him away, screamed, done anything to make them stop. But instead, her body arched into his touch, her hips pressing back against him as his fingers found the wet heat between her legs.
The man in front of her smirked, releasing her nipple with a wet pop. "You only did white men in the video. You have something against black men" he said to his companion, his voice thick with amusement.
"No" Julie answered simply, as their prodding and sucking continued and she felt her skirt being taken off. Her legs felt cold as her ass was groped and lightly slapped. One walked away, and Julie could hear a desk drawer open. As she felt him approach her again, a cloth (a due rag) was wrapped and tied over her eyes, the. She was led by the hair to the mattress. One man laid one bed, pulling her face by the hair to his dick. She left the cock press against her lips and instinctively she opened her mouth, but her movements were guided by the tight grip on her hair. Behind her she felt another situating them self between her legs, lifting her hips up till she rested on her knees with her pulled down on the dick in her mouth.
Julie could feel the cool air of the room on her exposed pussy, the wetness of her arousal glistening on her thighs. She felt the man behind her spit on her asshole, his fingers spreading her cheeks apart before he pressed the head of his cock against her tight entrance. She moaned around the cock in her mouth as she felt the man behind her push into her ass, the stretch burning as he forced his way inside.
"Fuck, she's tight," the man behind her grunted, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust into her. The man in front of her groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair as he fucked her mouth. Julie was shocked by the pleasure. The harder they fucked her the more she wanted it. Her muffler pants were soft. "She's getting wetter, " the one in her pussy said. "You like that dick?" He asked. Julie hummed in agreement rocking back against his stroke as he pounded her like a worthless woman. Her muffled moans vibrated around his dick as she bobbed her head in time with his hips. The man beneath her was thick and throbbing, stretching her lips obscenely as he fucked her mouth. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her thighs, the shame of her arousal only heightening everything. She loved being used like this.
The man behind had already been balls deep in her ass and now he was fucking her pussy from behind. His cock pistoned in and out of her soaked cunt making obscene wet sounds that echoed in the small room. His balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
Julie could feel the man beneath her twitching as he neared his climax, his grip on her hair tightening. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he grunted, his voice rough with lust. The man behind her chuckled darkly, his thrusts growing more erratic as he pounded into her relentlessly. Julie’s body trembled, caught between the two men, her own orgasm building with each rough stroke.
The man beneath her groaned loudly, his cock pulsing as he came down her throat. Julie swallowed instinctively, her throat working around him as he emptied himself.
The saltiness of his cum coated her tongue, thick and hot. She gagged slightly as he pulled back, a string of cum connecting her lips to his cock before it snapped. The man beneath her slumped back against the mattress, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Damn, girl," he panted, wiping sweat from his brow. "You take dick like a fucking pro."
The man behind her didn’t stop. His fingers dug into her hips, his cock slamming into her pussy with bruising force. The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, mingling with the ragged breaths of all three of them.
The man behind her groaned, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself completely inside her. Julie's muffled screams vibrated around the softening cock still lodged in her throat as another orgasm ripped through her. She could feel every vein, every ridge of his thick cock as he pumped into her from behind, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
"Fuck yeah," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "
Julie moaned in response, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
"You want some pussy?" He asked the man laying down.
"Nah, I'm good. I just wanted to bust my nut." He answered like Julie wasn't even there.
"it's really tight pussy" the other said.
"she's a slut how tight could she be?"
"Man she's fucking tight."
It was silent for a moment as the man reconsider, "Fuck it, I'll hit" he said getting up. Julie felt cold for a moment as not men moved away from her. She smelt the smoke of weed burning as she stayed put on the bed. They talked about her, her body, her slutiness as they took their break. Eventually one spoke up to her "You having a good time?"
Julie felt embarrassed but she answered honestly, "Yes. I liked it" she said.
"Good, but we're keeping your eyes covered. You don't need to see us," the man said, his voice rough and amused. Julie felt her body tremble at the command, the blindfold still tight over her eyes. The mattress shifted as the second man positioned himself between her legs, his fingers tracing the wetness between her thighs. "You're soaked," he said, his voice low and approving. "You really do like this, don't you?"
Julie didn't answer, but her body did. She arched her back as his fingers slid inside her, her breath hitching as he curled them against her inner walls. The men had switched places, and she could feel her hair being pulled back down to serve the new dick. Then the office filled with the slapping and gargled sounds of the perverse activity. Grunts, Julie's muffles, and the men's occasional explicitives filled the room. For Julie being blindfolded left her understanding of time distorted. Eventually the men decided to double penetrate her ass and pussy
, the stretch this time was intense. Julie’s body was trembling as the two men took her from either side, their cocks sliding in and out of her in tandem. The way their thrusts lined up made her feel every inch of them, the dual pressure sending her into a frenzy of sensation she had never experienced before.
The man fucking her ass groaned, his fingers digging into her waist as he pulled her back onto his cock. His thrusts were deep, relentless, and Julie could feel the head of his cock brushing against something inside her that made her see stars of pleasure.
The man in her pussy wasn't going easy either, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. Julie was gasping, her body trembling between them, the wet sounds of their fucking echoing in the small room. They worked her like a toy, their cocks pistoning in and out of her in perfect rhythm, the dual penetration sending her into a spiral of pleasure that left her dizzy.
One of the men grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. "Look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust.
"You're taking it like a fucking MVP."
Julie could only moan in response, her body trembling as the men used her. The blindfold made everything more intense, the sounds of their skin slapping together, the grunts and groans of pleasure, the way they talked about her like she was just a toy for their amusement. It was degrading, but it was also the most erotic thing she had ever experienced.
The man in her pussy sucked on her nipples as he thrusted, sending Julie into pleasure convulsions. Suddenly she felt the pleasure mount and before she could stop herself she was having the greatest orgasms of her life. The men continued to rail into her body as she came down from her orgasm, her body quivering and twitching beneath their rough hands and hungry mouths.
"Ready to be our little cum bucket?" One asked.
"Yes," she moaned lustfully. "Fill me up."
The words slipped from her lips before she could stop them, raw and unfiltered. The men laughed, their voices rough with amusement. "Damn, she’s eager," one said, his hands gripping her hips tighter, his cock still buried deep in her pussy.
Julie could feel the wetness between her thighs, the slickness of her arousal coating her skin. The blindfold kept her in the dark, heightening every sensation—the rough scrape of their calloused hands on her skin, the deep, guttural sounds of their pleasure, the way their cocks stretched her in ways that made her whimper.
Then it happened: the first man buried himself to the hilt in her pussy, his fingers digging into her hips as he groaned, his cock pulsing violently inside her. **His cum flooded her, hot and thick, filling her in waves that forced a broken, needy moan from her throat.** She could feel it dripping down her thighs, sticky and obscene, marking her as theirs.
The second man didn’t wait. He yanked her back onto his cock, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased his own release. "Fuck, you’re taking it so good," he grunted, his voice rough with lust. His fingers tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he slammed into her from behind. Julie could feel the heat of his release building, the way his cock swelled inside her before he let out a guttural groan and came deep in her ass, his cum mixing with the mess already dripping from her pussy.
Julie struggled to catch her breath as they pulled out.
"Damn that was good." One said. "Stay right there while we get our hoodies on."
She heard the two move around the as they didz again she could smell the smoke of weed. Eventually her heard the sounds of pants being zipped and the shuffling of clothing. She had been used so roughly they the insides of her lips were raw, she could taste a small bit of blood in her mouth. Her pussy and ass ached as she lay. Abruptly the blindfold was pulled off, and she could see clearly it was a due rag. The men where back in their reversed hoodies with the eye holes cut in them, biting their faces. Julie smiled and embarrassed awkward smile as she gathered her clothes and got dressed. The men still had their guns, but neither drew their weapon, satisfied that their exchange was was mutually satisfying. They watched her dress in silence, their eyes tracing the curves of her body as she pulled her bra straps up and fastened her blouse. Julie could feel their gazes burning into her skin, lingering on the places where their hands had just been—her nipples still hard and sensitive, her thighs slick with their cum. She could smell them on her, the musky scent of sex and sweat clinging to her skin like a second layer. Julie was taken back to by the space she had been so used in. An abandoned building, a cheap flop mattress, now stained with cum and sex. She had been degraded, and it made her orgasm. She could feel her understanding of herself changing. She felt entirely like a toy. Even as they walked her back to the alleyway she felt no willpower to resist the advanced of any willing man. After all millions had seen how very useless she was.
As she made her way back into the hotel she still noticed men turn to look at her. It wasn't like it was every single guy, but maybe a couple in every crowd. She found her way to the elevator to shower then went back to the bar for a drink. The bartender from the night before was there. He saw her, but didn't bother holding eye contact. He was done using her. She wasn't worth his gaze anymore. She was just an easy lay, and now that he had fucked her until his dick was raw, she was yesterday's news.
Julie didn’t let his dismissal deter her. She slid onto a stool, ordering a gin and tonic, her fingers tapping restlessly against the polished mahogany. The ice clinked as she swirled her drink, her mind replaying the video—the way her body moved, the obscene sounds she’d made—over and over. She couldn’t shake the image of herself, spread and used, the way strangers were now recognizing her on the street.