I tried to deny it, but his hands seemed to be everywhere. Leaning now across my front, he managed to get one hand into my knickers and stroked and probed gently with his fingers as I watched the screen over the top of his thinning hair. The boar had been settled atop the woman for a few minutes and the old man took great delight in telling me she was about to be filled with boar sperm. My legs parted involuntarily and his finger immediately slipped down through the black hair of my mons venus and parted my moist slit. My final resistance had broken and his hands roamed at will across and in my body.
“Now tell me your’e enjoying this and you too would like to get f****d by a boar.”Yes damn you yesss!!” I cried as his fingers tormented my slippery channel. I looked over his shoulder as the boar ejaculated into the woman.
White streams of semen dripped from her swollen slit as the boar’s pouch pulsated relentlessly against her hairy quim. “Nooooo!” I moaned as the first real orgasm of my life took root deep inside me and carried me forwards on a wave of pleasure. The scruffy old man and the film had combined to achieve something non of my previous boyfriends had done. Everone in the seating area had turned to look at me, the old man didn’t give two hoots and just carried on.
His whispers had now turned to powerful suggestions and the combination of the drug laced cognac and his soft hypnotic words were totally effective and would lead me into the depths of total pleasure and depravity. Other men had moved in closer to look at this new girl (for surely I was now to have that title bestowed on me). I remember him waving them away as he helped me to my feet. He nodded to Karin “You have done well she is now under my control..
.you are free to go!” Karin looked at me with pity, turned and left. The last thing I remember is being led into one of the side rooms and the old man taking down my knickers and thrusting his stinking prick into me. “My boar is waiting for you do you still want him?
” he asked with lecherous delight. “Oh Yesss !!!Yessss!
!! pleeeaase!!!
” I heard myself moaning as the old man laboured above me. “All in good time my precious!! all in good time he laughed evilly.” I had fallen under the hypnotic spell of one of Europes most infamous pornographers I came round perhaps an hour later and found myself sprawled over a large red velvet couch.
My legs were spread wide apart and sticky white semen was dripping from my slit and anus. My mouth too had a dried white stain running from the corners over my chin. My only clothing was a garter belt and nylons. My high heeled shoes lay next to the couch. I tried to gather my senses as I looked around the room.
In addition to the couch there was a wash basin next to a small dressing table and to one side a small cubicle with a toilet bowl just visible inside. A pair of red velvet curtains were drawn across almost the entire width at one end of the room and another set of the same type of curtains hung across the other end. My anus was sore and my head ached from the combined effect of the drink and drugs. Across the back of the only chair was my pink brassiere and knickers together with the raincoat Karin had loaned me. I started to remember the storm and the scruffy old man .
..then I remembered the film and immediately went to the toilet and vomited. “How could I have let myself behave like that?” I asked myself over and over again.
The recollection of the man’s bony fingers on my body and my response shamed me further. I could vaguely remember being brought through the curtains and laid over the couch, I also recalled my knickers being removed and the old man opening his flies and taking out his cock. He had climbed between my thighs and slipped his long thin cock between my labia and pushed into me. There had been no physical resistance on my part, in fact I recall enjoying the moment his cock slipped into my well prepared slit although the smell of his breath as he shagged me was not very pleasant. I dipped my fingers between my legs and I wondered how he had been able to produce such an amount of semen in such a short time.
“The bastard has taken me anally too!” I thought as I made my way over to the washbasin and began to clean myself up. Feeling a little better I cupped my hands under the cold water tap and drank the cool fresh water. I put on my brassiere and knickers and, as I was unable to remember which set of curtains led back to the bar threw open the ones nearest to me. I stood open mouthed as daylight streamed into the booth.
The curtains had also triggered a switch which flooded the cubicle in a red glow which softened the skin tone of my body. There were a number of men in the alley outside and all turned to leer at me through the plate glass window! Two or three cameras flashed in quick succession. Drawing the curtains quickl together I stumbled back to the couch and sat down in total shock. For the first time I noticed a screwed up poster.
Picking it up I read the words” Special Offer! Five guilder only for the first hour!” I turned face down onto the couch and began to cry. “How many men had sated their lust on my helpless body during the last hour?” Ten?
fifteen? I would never know. Suddenly I heard the door opening behind the other curtain and in stepped the repugnant old man carrying my clothes and handbag. “Hello my dear, I’m so glad you are now awake and ready for business too I see!!
” He laughed. “You bastard!” I cried, “you can’t keep me here against my will! My family expect me to call them twice a day and they will come looking for me if they hear nothing from me!” “My dear Joanna, would this be your parents who live Leicester with telephone number 000243432?
” What nice middle class people they seem to be. I was just thinking of sending them some of your photographs.” With that he threw a dozen polaroid snaps onto the couch. With trembling hands I picked them up. My body had been shared with a number of other men of all colour, shapes, ages and size.
Two of the photos were taken outside the booth just a few moments before when I had opened the curtains and clearly showed (to anyone unaware of her ordeal) a clean shapely woman in her seductive underwear plying her trade in an Amsterdam Alleyway. “No you can’t!” I sobbed as the enormity of my predicament dawned on me. ..
“I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t let my parents see those photos” “I won’t, it will be our little secret” he replied softly as he sat down beside her taking a hip flask from his jacket pocket. He offered it to Joanna “Here take a drink it will help steady your nerves.” Without thinking, I took the flask and drank deeply while Jay undressed. The cognac sent a warm feeling through my body and I didn’t resist when Jay sat beside me and once again started to whisper quietly “I want you to relax, that’s it my sweet..
.relaaax, close your eyes and listen only to my voice….
.you are feeling tired, so very tired, sleep, sleep my angel.” I found myself floating on the warmth of his voice and drifting with the subconscous instructions he was giving me. Soon I could hear nothing except his voice and responded obediently to his every command. Looking back he was testing me to see whether I was indeed fully hypnotised.
I caught myself getting worked up