My Dirty Mind (It's back!!!)

Marks of a Slave (Futa)

18+! I'm so sorry it takes me do long to update. I'm trying guys, I promise. Please, enjoy my dirty mind...

   I bit my lip nervously as I glanced around. I didn't like being out in the open. I hated it. There were too many people watching me. Too many with eyes full of desire. I caught one's eye and shuddered from the lust I saw.
   I dropped my eyes to the ground respectfully as I sped up, walking quickly past them. I wouldn't have to worry about this so much if I was allowed to drive. But slaves don't get that freedom. Not unless their master says so. And I don't have a master. Yay me.
   I turned onto another street and glanced behind me. Shit. They were following me, eyes roving my body. I gulped and ducked into an alleyway, glancing behind me again as I did. Once they reached the alleyway, they stopped, raising an eyebrow and crossing their arms. Waiting. But I wouldn't have to worry about them as long as I stayed off the street.
   I let out a sigh of relief and turned to walk down the alley. Then stopped in my tracks. More of them. A group of three were walking towards me, vicious smiles on each of their faces. These were thugs, and wouldn't mind getting violent if they wanted to.
   I glanced back towards the entrance. The first one was still there, an amused smirk waiting for me there. I knew my options. So did they. I gulped and hesitantly walked back to the entrance, where the smirking girl quickly wrapped an arm around my waist. "Sorry girls, this one's mine." She said over my head and I shuddered at her words.
   I heard a few sighs of defeat as she led me back down the street, holding me tightly against her side. I didn't bother looking up. Too disrespectful. "D-do I get to k-know your name?"
   "No." Well at least she wasn't asking mine. I heard a car door open and then she pushed me into the passengers seat. I bumped my knee against the door, but I didn't hit anything else, so I didn't bother saying anything. I felt her hand roughly grip my hair and she pulled my face up roughly. I bit my lip quickly, holding my cry in. She had bright blue eyes that seemed to find something amusing about my pain. "I'm going to take you home. You are going to tell me the address, and then you are going to use that slutty little hole of yours to keep me entertained until we get there. Then we're gonna go in and I'll enjoy your other hole. Understand?" She tugged on my hair again, and I couldn't stop the little hiss of pain before I nodded.
   She seemed satisfied, so she released me, closing the door. I felt tears in my eyes but I blinked them away. I stared at my hands as she slid into her seat, her hand quickly finding my hair again. When she asked for my address, I told her. She seemed happy with it. It was on the other end of town. Plenty of time alone with me.
   She stared at me for a second and I shifted in my seat until my face was in the position she wanted. She used her free hand to undo her pants before pulling her dick out. It was around the average size for her kind. Big enough to cause pain. She didn't give me a chance to say anything as she pushed my mouth down onto her.
   I heard the car start under us as I sucked, trying to not appear as eager as I was. As much as I wish I didn't, I loved when this happened. When my complaints meant nothing. When I had no say in what was done to me. It was a strange thrill. Anyone else would hate it, hate being sometimes object, but my body jumped on the chance with a ferocity I'd never heard of.
   Despite my efforts, I couldn't stop myself from moaning softly as she used her grip on my hair to start roughly fucking my throat. She chuckled a little and kept going, starting to force her hips up to meet me. There were tears in my eyes from the force of it, but I didn't gag. Too much practice for that.
   I felt a twitch and then she slammed me to her base, my throat expanding to accommodate the delicious liquid pouring into me. I moaned again as I swallowed it all, shuddering in pleasure. The shit was fucking addictive as hell. I'd luckily never had withdrawal, but I'd heard it was the worst thing that could happen to someone.
   She chuckled again and started up again, pounding roughly into my mouth. This was my life. An object for other people's pleasure. Anyone could walk up to me on the street and decide to fuck me, and I let them. What I wanted didn't matter. Until I was marked, I was everyone's toy. And God did I want to be marked. It was protection from the random people on the street, but it was also something that said I belonged to someone. Something that meant I was more than a hole to be fucked.
   She came two more times before we reached my parking lot, something I only realized because she pulled me off. I coughed a little as she fixed her pants, saliva dripping down my chin. You'd think I wouldn't enjoy that kinda roughness, but hey, you've probably been wrong before.
   She released me and turned the car off, stepping outside. I quickly copied her, biting my lip fearfully. She watched me for a second and then wrapped an arm around my waist, leading me to the building. Her hand dropped lower, groping my ass. I gasped softly in pleasure as I walked her to my apartment. Then we reached another problem.
   "Why do you have so many locks on here?" She asked, letting go of me as I felt around for my keys.
   "No reason." I quickly started unlocking them, but I could still hear her tapping her foot impatiently. I had just reached for the last lock when she spoke.
   "That's it." I turned to look at her and she slammed me into the door, knocking my keys to the floor. I cried out in pain as she started roughly tugging at my jeans. Her hand fisted my hair again and pulled my head back to her. "Shut up you little whore."
   I bit my lip harshly, shaking a little as she dropped my pants to the ground. I could feel the breeze from the air conditioner at the end of the hall and I blushed darkly, squeezing my eyes shut in embarrassment. This wasn't the first time this had happened. I'd honestly lost count. Didn't make it any less embarrassing. And everyone kind of expected it anyways. A few of my neighbors have even waited nearby for turns with me before. Those were fun nights.
   She spun me around, slamming my back against the door. I cried out again and she simply smirked, using one hand to pin my arms above me and the other to lift my legs so that they wrapped around her waist. I felt her tip press against me, and then I cried out again as she started roughly thrusting into me.
   She groaned and sped up, making me throw my head back into the door. It was times like this that I was happy to be a slave. Happy to be someone's object. It felt so good that I doubt I could live without this feeling.
   She rammed into my spot and I screamed, pleasure bursting through every one of my nerves. My door was shaking with every thrust, and I knew me neighbors could hear us. Honestly, the whole block could probably hear me.
   She leaned forward, keeping her thrusts hard and fast, and bit my ear. I just moaned, completely helpless against her. She let go of it, and started kissing just under my ear instead. "What are you?" I could barely hear the whisper over my cries, but it still rang in my head like a school bell.
   "A whore! A dirty slut! A stupid fuck toy!" I screamed the words back at her. They'd been engraved into my brain years ago, and they'd been true every time I said them.
   She seemed satisfied with my answer and bit down harshly on my shoulder. I screamed again and came, feeling the warmth spread onto my stomach. She chuckled and kept thrusting, and I swear she was trying to break my brain.
   She sped up again and then slammed all the way in. I could hear her satisfied sigh as her warm liquid spread throughout my bottom, nearly filling me to the max. She pulled out and then dropped me with no warning. A toy she didn't want to play with anymore. I could feel her cum leaking out of me as I rested my head against the door. That was thrilling at least.
   She crouched down so we were a little bit more level and pulled my head back by my hair, smirking. I just stared at her, panting from the rough treatment. She pressed a kiss to my forehead and let me go, my head dropping in shame and exhaustion. I heard a zipper and then her heels clicking as she walked away.
   I waited a few seconds before I mustered the strength to lift myself off the ground, bringing my keys with me. I didn't even bother pulling up my pants as I turned the final lock and stumbled inside. I only managed to lock a few of them before I collapsed again, my legs giving out from under me.
   I panted some and then I forced myself back to my knees, leaving the rest of the locks alone. I'd be safe tonight anyways. I managed to half crawl, half limp to the bathroom before crawling into the shower. I ran cold water. It felt a lot better against my burning skin. I didn't even wash myself, I just turned enough that the water rinsed the cum off.
   Once it was all off, I climbed out, wiping down with a towel before putting on some briefs and an oversized shirt that hung halfway down my thighs. Good enough. I'd barely made it to the bed when I collapsed again, wrapping myself in the blanket. So warm. I barely even noticed when I drifted off.