Tales of an Internet Whore (Part Four)

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The arrived back at the library, Bianca was feeling very drowsy but was able to keep mildly focused, she put her bag in the office and then Bernard said that someone left an urgent search request on his desk for her. A search request was when a student or teacher required books from the archive in the basement, a place rarely visited except by rats. Bianca was not in the mood for such a task, but Bernard suggested it was best as she was 'under the influence' and it was urgent.

Bianca took the request sheet and made her way to the archives, maybe it was a good idea at least she would be out of the glare of the students and had a chance to sober up. She read the note as she walked, seemed as if a particular student was doing a project on Space. She finally made it to the basement, it was a creepy place, no windows bu! t once the lights were on it was OK, she walked down the length of the room which were divided by 10meter high bookshelves, but indexed into subjects. She finally made it to the science section and climbed up the ladder, she needed to etch her skirt up to make the huge steps, but she knew she was alone and no one would see, the books she wanted seemed to be high up and she was still fairly drunk.

She found the first book, pulled it out and turned it to see the cover, she was shocked there was a post-it note on the front 'Hi Bianca, all 15 books on the list will have post it notes on the front, the other 14 will feature one letter and all 14 letters make up the Myspace website name'. She was so confused, how did Anthony manage to do this? How did he get the request done so fast and how when he was with her at lunch? She started to look for the other 14 books, all strategically placed to get Bianca up and down the ladder and although all about Spa! ce, they ranged from Science; Gardening; Interior Design; Psyc! hology a nd anything that used the word Space. She was exhausted by the time she found the final book, she collected all of the post-it notes which spelt 'UNILIBRARYSLUT'. She ran up to the library, all sweaty and out of breath, it was already 4pm, she put the books on Bernards desk.

" Why would someone want all of this?" asked Bernard confused " I don't know!" said Bianca almost not caring " Well, email the requester to let them know they can come pick it up" said Bernard "but not straight away, you better go to the ladies to straighten yourself up"

Bianca felt insulted, but made her way to the toilets anyway, she looked at the request note, the requester was TENG, she washed her face and re-applied her make up, she did look awful and her clothes were showing some wear and she tried as much to get them to cover her body. She went back to the Library, she now had a clue who was behind this, TENG, w! as he a student or a Teacher? She sat at her desk, logged into the University database checking both student and staff database, no name listed, she sunk back in her chair. She told Bernard who suggested that if it was needed urgently they would call or come in and to leave them at the side.

Finally it was home time, she took the bus as she was tired, drunk and her feet were killing her from the heels, although they were low heels they were higher than her flat bowling shoes that she was normally wore. She ignored the stares from the male bus students, however she saw a guy get his camera phone out, he definitely was not texting, he was making it obvious he was taking her picture. She felt the urge to scream at him, grab the phone out of his hands but instead she just stared, standing whilst he clicked away and his friends laughed. She felt so humiliated and decided to get off the bus and walk the rest of the way.

Sh! e got in and logged on to Myspace, typing in the user name UNI! LIBRARYS LUT, her heart beated as the page loaded wondering what she was going to see. The page loaded and she felt dizzy and ill, it was an all background, the words UNILIBRARYSLUT in bold red letters. The page was blocked to non-friends, she couldn't see anything. There was a note stating it was strictly for accepted friends, but if the real Bianca wanted to view she needed to apply with her real name with the password "SLUT" and message the name of the Library Search Requester to verify its her.

She signed up, using her name Bianca Jenkins, she messaged the member known as UNILIBRARYSLUT and typed in TENG, which she realised was an jumble of the word GENT as she typed. She waited to receive something, to notify her she had been accepted, she was tired, feeling sick and hungover, she sat in front of her laptop like an obsessed mad woman, refreshing the page. She paced up and down her living room, which was now in a mess as she let it all go over the! past week. Finally, 2hrs later she received an email, saying UNILIBRARYSLUT had just accepted her as a friend

There was over 2,000 friends, most from her University but some from all over the world. There was a blurb about the site, a bold statement urging all members to keep this site private, only inviting trusted friends as Bianca could get sacked and then the fun would be over. It was clever in the sense that people who felt sorry for would also stay quiet as to not get her sacked. She looked at the comments box, there was over 4,000 comments, of guys saying the most vile things about her body and how they wanked dreaming about her, she felt sick and degraded.

There was a pictures sections, she clicked on it hoping that none of the pictures from the hotel of her naked were up, but they weren't, just hundreds of pictures of her at work, some pretty revealing angles she couldn't understand how so many had been tak! en without her knowing. She looked so whorish in her clothes, ! she avoi ded mirrors the whole week so she didn't have to face herself and now she was bombarded with reflections of what she looked like. Even the pictures from her bus journey were already uploaded, she was staring at the camera and the caption read "She posed for us!" insinuating that she consented.

There was other things, including a competition to win her bra, with a candid picture of her in the bra, she was shaking, how did they get that picture, it looked like it was in her bedroom, which meant there were camera's in there, possibly camera's in her living room watching her right now. She looked around and couldn't see anything, she ran into the bedroom and couldn't see, she felt so violated and realised that the one place she felt safe was also full of camera's and she now was fully under Anthony's control.

She sat back down, staring at the screen as the news that she had joined was emailed to all the members and co! mments started to fly in. Asking her to get her tits out, to suck their cocks, she wanted to log off and throw the laptop across the room, but was compelled to keep reading. Her phone rang, private number could only be him, she answered and heard his laughter. He asked her how her day had been, with no intention of wanting to know. He asked her to read the statements on the comment box from her "fans", she was reluctant but realised she didn't have a choice.

He instructed her to get her dildo, she was embarrassed he knew about it. He asked her to place her feet on either side of her desk, lifting her skirt and spreading her legs, then made her rip a hole in the crotch of her fishnet tights. She done as she was told, part of her really needing still impress him, she rubbed her tits as she read out the comments, she slid the dildo inside of her as he hurled the lines of filth at her, she was finding them hurtful but he made them sound like it ! was a fantastic thing, that she was desired and wanted which s! trangely turned her on.

She found herself screaming in pleasure as she pounded her dripping wet pussy with the dildo, he asked her 'Are you a whore?" she was screaming 'Yes', 'Are you a cumslut?' she screamed 'Yes' without thinking about what she was saying just hearing him say 'Good Girl' was all she needed as it meant he was pleased with her. He told her to repeat after him and scream it loud 'I am a whore'; 'I am desperate for cock'; 'I want to be gangfucked by the students'; 'I want to suck Bernard's dick dry', she was confused with the sensations of pleasure and screamed out what he said to, she was tired, sweaty, out of breath and desperate to climax as she used all the energy she keep that dildo going in and out her pussy, the energy pushes making her scream, each thrust she was almost disappointed that it didn't make her cum and she needed to do it again, her arms aching in pain, she wanted to stop, but she wanted to continue just to feel the p! leasure but also to impress him. Finally, she felt it and screamed in pleasure, her face and body dripping in sweat like an hour in the gym. She couldn't grab her breath and panted like a wounded animal. She called Anthony's name on the phone but he was gone.

She staggered her way to the shower sitting on the floor as the water cooled her burning body. She felt so dirty, the same way she did when thinking of swallowing Anthony's cum. All of her conservative principals were being challenged by what she has started to become, maybe she was a whore, maybe she was what everyone thought she was, 2,000 people couldn't be wrong could they? She dried her body and went straight to sleep, it was past her bedtime and she had to be up, she fell asleep the minute her head hit the pillow.

She awoke the next morning, looking in the wardrobe for her Friday outfit, a shorter skirt and a vest top, although the vest was from a kids sto! re for a 9-10yr old and very cheap, thin. She put her out fit ! on, the vest showed her mid-rift a little, the skirt was mid-thigh, she could have done with a bra, but forfeited that a few days ago. She looked in the mirror as she applied her make up and checked her outfit one more time as she put on the heels, which were a bit higher than previous days. This was by far the riskiest outfit she had wore all week. She left the apartment, greeted by a cold breeze that made her nipples stand to attention.

She got to work, greeted as always by her boss, this time his erection was very noticeable as he licked his lips fixated on her nipples. She felt creepy, but smiled back. She looked at his desk, realising the Space books had gone, she frantically asked who collected them, but her boss was vague, saying it was a student and almost confused by Bianca's demands wanting to know who. She ran out to the library to see if anyone was around with the books, there was no one. She ran back in asking how he took them out without ha! ving a card, her boss said that the computer was down and he did it manually, she looked at the paper knowing no member of the University had the name TENG.

She walked back out to the front desk, sitting down awaiting her loyal 'fans' to come in pretending to be into books but really just there to take more pics of her. She was conscious that she was not caught in any poses, being aware that she was often photographed when bending or least expecting it. The day went slow as always but no special tasks or major events, maybe he was bored?

She came home and heard a strange noise from her living room, he laptop was on, a video playing on loop. Did she leave it on? Maybe, but she definitely didn't play a film. She stood over it watching it, it was of her last night fucking herself, she didn't recognise it at first, she never seen herself like that before. She looked around to suss where the camera could be, but she could! n't see anything. She switched the video off, it was a CD with! the tit le "To my boss, Mr Bernard Hedges". She logged in to the Myspace page, it looked like someone had logged on with her account already as she had left comments calling all the members bastards, which is something she would've written, but it wasn't her as she was at work. Her anger was met by a flurry of replies by angry 'fans' who were calling her all sorts. The members had grown to 2,500 and more pictures of her that day, mainly from the library.

She was really tired, she decided to have an early night and made her way to her bedroom. On her bed was the suitcase, he had been again. Obviously, it was him who left the video on her laptop. She opened the envelope and read the instructions:

" Hi bitch, hope you have had a good week. Your weeks clothes are in the suitcase, this includes the weekend. For tomorrow, I have prepared something special for Bernard as I understand you are helping him with a stock-take? When! you get home tomorrow you can wear Saturday outfit number two, you need to wear much more make up and await instructions"

She totally forgot about helping her boss with the stock take. She opened the suitcase and looked at the clothes, they looked disgraceful. She pulled out the outfit for her boss, it was a boob tube and matching skirt, both black, skin tight and tiny. She had black heels and no underwear. She unpacked the case and went to sleep. The next morning, she put the outfit on, she looked like a true slut with the bright red lips and pink blusher. She left towards the library, it was dead with no students, thankfully. She walked into her boss's office, watching him salivate over her body, she always saw him as harmless but that moment she felt a bit nervous, like his dick had taken over his senses and he would just attack her.

She walked over and asked where they should start as she was going out that ev! ening, he wanted all the shelves cleaned and books sorted. She! grabbed the cloth and made her way to the library, it was closed only him and her in there. He started to come closer, she was on her knees, polishing the bottom shelves, he standing there watching, trying to look busy. She felt his eyes all over her body, realising her ass was in the air.

" Bill said you were doing the toilet posters the other day" he said " huh?" she said looking up, realising she was eye to eye with his bulge " That's what I thought, but he said you were putting up posters in the toilets" asked her boss " Erm, oh that, some guys had torn them down I was just putting it up" she said " Ah, well A block is far how did you end up there?" he asked " I don't remember" she and got up to get more water for her bowl

The rest of the day was pretty much the same, her boss following her. He let her go get lunch, but when she returned she could hear him in his office groaning, she thought ! he was in pain, but peeked through the door and realised he was having a wank. She stayed quiet, watching as he came into a pink coffee mug. She then ran quietly to the door and acted like she just came in. He had already zipped himself up and acted innocently. She put her bag down and made her way back to the shelves, he appeared behind her with a cup of coffee, in the pink cup. She was stunned and disgusted, she said she wasn't in the mood but he made out like he had made it for her and told her to join him back in the office.

She followed him, taking the cup as she sat, he watching her awaiting her to sip, she looked at the cup, which had a frothy top "extra cream" he said smirking. She smiled and took a sip, she could taste the coffee and the salty "cream" which made her want to gag, but didn't want to make it obvious. Bernard started asking about what her plans were for the evening, she actually didn't know but made it sound romanti! c with Anthony. She gulped down the coffee just so she could s! top talk ing and get back to doing the top shelves. Now being on the ladder, her boss stood closely under her, looking up catching glimpses of her naked pussy.

Finally it was time to go home, she got home pretty fast and got ready. She put on the pink mini skirt and matching boob-tube for tonight outfit. She sat awaiting instructions, it was already 8pm and she would be doing the dishes by now getting ready for bed. There was a knock at the door, she jumped and answered it, it was a mini-cab driver, one who was aroused by what he saw. She climbed into the car, not knowing where they were going, but he knew as whoever booked it had told him. She was dropped in the middle of Soho, it was dark and cold, she was dressed like a prostitute and got a mass of looks. She didn't know where to go or what to do, she stood there realising she looked like she was touting for business.

She looked at her phone and nothing, then a car pulled u! p beside her, she was scared thinking it was a man for business, she walked away and he called her name so she turned. He told her to get in, she looked at him and did not know who he was. Her heart and instinct telling her not to get in but still not knowing. He shouted to get in again, Anthony is waiting, she got in and they began to drive, the driver told her to put a small sack over her head and stay quiet. She did as she was told, unable to see where she was going but realising it was far and starting to get quiet. Finally they stopped, he told her to stay there as he got out of the car, then the door opened and she was pulled out, she screamed and then a gag was put over her mouth over the sack and her hands tied.

She was pushed into the direction she needed to go into, now feeling a few hands and soft mud under her heels. She was told to stay still and not struggle, she couldn't hear any noises. She stay still and quiet, she heard a zip a! nd then felt herself lifted and placed on a something hard, it! felt li ke a tarmac road, but not fully, the zip noise appeared again, was she in a bag? She started to cry thinking she was about to be buried, she felt the bag be lifted and placed into the boot of the car.

The car started and they drove, she was in there for another 45mins, she must've been 100miles away by now. The car stopped, she laid there waiting, but nothing happened. She didn't know that the two guys had stopped off to get a curry, like nothing was going on. They were gone for an hour, an hour that felt like a lifetime for Bianca. She lost all sense of time, thinking it was about 2am when it just gone 10pm. Her body was aching, not being able to stretch, then finally the car started and started to drive, for only 10mins.

The boot opened, the bag lifted, they were entering a building, with stairs, she heard the door open and close behind her, she was taken into a room and placed onto a bed, still in the bag, she must! be at a hotel – but where? She was left there whilst she heard voices, a bit far away but she recognised Anthony but not the other 5. The zip opened and bag turned upside down, she flew out like a rag, bouncing on the bed as she fell out. She felt her hands un-tied but then cuffed to the bed.

She felt hands on her, spreading her legs open, and then heard clicks of a camera. Her boobs exposed as the top was ripped off. Dildo's stuck in her, hands all over her and the constant clicks of the camera. Then one guy, naked climbed under her, sticking his cock in her pussy from behind whilst another guy climbed on top, forcing his dick also in her pussy, which was way too tight for double penetration. She screamed, screams muffled by the gag, they bounced on her she was a toy for their pleasure. Finally it was over, both had cum, her pussy stretched, her body exhausted, but it was not over as another guy climbed on top. She took a total of 6 cocks, c! ame three times until she passed out.

She was awaken but the sensation of hot liquid on her body, she realised she was in a bath tub and the hot liquid started to be poured on her face, soaking the sack making it hard to breathe, it started to soak through, into her mouth, hot and salty, the pressure was powerful not like a shower, but short lived until it re-started again. She was confused, the smell was unbearable, she tried to sit up to be able to breathe, but was pushed back down. She choked and finally one guy said to remove her gag and lift the sack just to cover her eyes, but if she screamed it would come back on. She nodded. She still couldn't see, she was instructed to open her mouth and keep it open as the hot liquid was shot into her mouth, it taste foul.

Finally it stopped, the shower turned on, cold, hosing her and the tub down. She was stripped naked and laid there, the hot water added as the plug was put in, making the temperature just right, but she struggled wondering w! hen they were going to stop and the water was coming up to her ears, finally it stopped, her mouth only staying above water if she tilted her head back. She could hear the camera clicks as she laid there in a tub of water. The water started to get cold, she shivered wondering how long she was to stay there.

She heard the door go, and someone shout food was there, they ordered room service? She was hungry but also aching as she now had to wait for the men to finish, which would be another 30mins at least. Finally she heard someone come in and pull the plug out, she could finally relax. She was lifted to a balcony, and laid on the floor, it was cold, she didn't know where she was or if she could be seen. The camera clicks began again and she shivered, the guys laughing at her erect nipples. She figured it must be about 2pm as she could hear the TV, she was picked up and taken to the bed, laid down and cuffed back to the bed, this time face down bu! t on her knees so her ass was in the air. A cock was stuffed i! nto her mouth as she heard Anthony recommend her for her sucking and swallowing skills to everyone's amusement.

She felt a finger in her ass, spinning around stretching it, it hurt and felt wrong. Then she felt a cock slap her ass and start to enter her. She screamed, everyone laughed, the guy with his cock in her mouth pushed it in deeper, gagging her and silenced her screamed. She felt another hand on her tits and then another on her clit. She was feeling so much sensation but also so much pain. She was fucked for another few hours, not knowing by who or how many, but being mildly aware that there were pictures that she most probably will see one day. It finally appeared to be coming to an end, she laid there face down covered in cum, Anthony came to the bed and un-cuffed her. He whispered that she was not allowed to move until he called and if she did he would know, he placed the phone in her hand. She nodded and heard the men leave. She sat there mo! tionless, wondering if they all left or whether he was still in the room. The cum was drying on her body, face and hair. The phone rang and she answered, removing the blindfold and adjusting her eyes, she could not believe it she was in her apartment her whole ordeal took place in her home.

" Bianca?" shouted Anthony for possibly the 5 th time " Y...yea?" she said shocked " Did you enjoy our date?" he laughed " What do you want?" she asked " Bianca, remember who you are talking to" he said sternly " Sorry" said Bianca " Did you like the DVD for your boss?" he asked " No!" she said " Well he will" laughed Anthony " You can't show him, please" pleaded Bianca " We will see! So, you did well today!" he said " Did I?" said Bianca, again falling for her need to please him " Yes, I left you a copy of the pictures you can see for yourself!" he said

Bianca got up! , running to the living room looking. The place was a tip with! take-aw ay boxes, used condoms; beer cans and cigarettes everywhere

" Where?" asked Bianca " I'll tell you in a min, so how does it taste?" he asked " What? How does what taste?" she asked wishing he would come to the point " My piss you bitch!" he shouted "You were gulping it down in the tub this morning" " You what?" shreeked Bianca " Ha ha, anyway my clients were impressed with you" he said " You're clients?" she asked " Yes, the guys who you let fuck you, they paid for it, they paid for you" he explained "I made a packet, paid back the hotel and dinners I spent on you so have a return on my investment. They thought you were a bargain!" " I hate you" she screamed as she cried " Ha ha, well that's irrelevant, you're a business asset whose feelings are not important, now get to sleep, as next week will be very busy!" he said " Why?" She begged to know " For the money, now the disc, right n! ow it is under your managers mattress. You have until Wednesday before he is informed to look there, so you better get it before he does. Its an easy task he is an old man, divorced with a cock and an empty flat to invite who he wants back" he then hung up.

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