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Silenced Whore

Short story By: Michael68
Erotica



She looked for something that would make her feel like a real woman. Something that she had never felt before, but what she found was more than what she could ever have expected.


Submitted:Oct 21, 2011    Reads: 688    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


She was the object of every man's attention when she would walk into a room. Knowing how much they would lust after her, wanting to hold her alluring body against theirs even if it was only for a moment or two. She knew all this and was willing to please them that were if the price was right. In her mind, she figured why she should give something away that they wanted when she could make a profit off of it. And anyway, she could use the money to help her parents out, especially after her father had been laid off from the company that he had worked at for thirty-seven years. The economy was at a rough time and she knew that her parents were going to be going through hard times. That was why her mother had told her that they all had to do what they could for the family. Of course, she never told them what she was up too, for they would have thrown her out of the house if they did. Even though it would be under good intentions, they would still think of her as nothing more than a whore. And that was the one name that she didn't want to hear come from her parents mouth. For how could they call her that, when she would be bring home such money that they could use to pay off their bills and survive. At least that was what she had thought, even though the truth was right before her of what she really was. But that was something that she was not willing to accept.

Olivia Faith stood in front of her bedroom mirror looking herself over, making sure that she had the right appearance that she was hoping for. The short denim mini skirt that was so short if she were to bend down, everyone could see the underwear that she was wearing. Even though tonight she would be daring and not wear any that was when she got in the car she would take them off. She did not want her mother to catch wind of it, or else she would not be able to go out. Even though she was twenty-one, she was still living in her parent's house. (Their house, their rules.) She wore a red blouse that opened in front so that she could reveal the sultry curves of her ample breasts, which all the men loved to stare at. It was her favorite blouse because she could open it up and flash someone, just to watch them turn red with embarrassment, or to turn them on enough to want to take the chance with her. Like so many people always said, it is always good to advertise. And tonight she knew that she would do just that, so she could make the money she needed to help her parents out. There was no way she was going to see them and her two five year old brothers be thrown on the street because they could not make their mortgage payment. Not if there was something that she would be able to do about it.

She had fixed her long blond hair, letting it fall over her shoulders to make herself look even more alluring. She knew that the men at the party would be going crazy over her, and that was where she would get what she needed. Even though she always felt odd about doing this, each time she would leave the house, or that her parents would find out, she still went through with it anyway. Because it was her contribution that she had to make to the family, even though they did not know anything about it. Still, for some reason, she felt that there was going to be something that was going to happen tonight that she was going to regret. Something that would make the whole town know what she had been up to for the last few months now that she had been so careful to keep a secret.

"You are just being paranoid Olivia. No one knows about what you are doing. And the men that you are doing it with are from other towns anyway. So no one is going to find out. Just get that thought out of your head and go and have some fun." She whispered to herself.

Even though she knew that was probably the truth, she could not shake the feeling that there was something that was waiting to happen. Something that she would not be able to handle, if it did come around. Yet, it just a feeling, like so many others which she had in the past that never came true. So this time it would be the same. Or at least that was what she thought.

After she had put her brothers to bed and said good-bye to her mother, she made her way out to her parent's mini van that they were letting her borrow. She had only driven a block away from the house when she pulled over and took off the black lacy g-string that she wore underneath her skirt. Even though she knew that the some man would have found that as a real turn on, she decided to be even more daring than that. And anyway, she had always been the type of woman who would try and do something that would make herself stand out. Plus the fact that she sort of liked the way it felt when she was like that. A sense of being free and the way a sudden breeze would blow up her skirt and arouse her sex, making her body shiver slightly.

"Now for some fun." She said to herself as she pulled back onto the road.

As she drove, she started to think about the men that she had already met and that she had pleased in one way or another. Even though each one did give her an experience that she knew she would remember forever, there was one man who she could not forget. And every time that she thought about him, she could feel the pain come back of her broken heart. His name was Mark Yates, a man who was much older than her, but whose romantic ways had touched her heart. She really had been in love with him, but when he found out about what she had been doing, he left her. Saying that there was no way that he could be in a relationship with someone who was doing something like that. And she could understand that, as she handed him back the engagement ring that he had given her. At that moment, at the LaSalle train station, she felt her heart break and knew that there would be no way that she would ever meet another man like him again. That had been over a month ago, but a pain like that never really seems to go away. The only thing that she could do was to put it out of her mind now, and set off to do what she had planned too. For there was no way that she could turn back now. Her girlfriend had said that she was going to set her up with someone who could help her out with what she was needing. Christy, her friend ever since high school, always seemed to try and look out for her. Wanting to do whatever she could just to make sure that she was taken care of. So there was no way that she could turn her back from her, not after she had went through so much trouble to set this meeting up. Even though she had told her parents that it was a party that she was going to, in reality it was a motel room she was headed too. His motel room, where Christy would be waiting for her with this stranger. So that way there could be proper introductions made. Little did she know that what she would encounter with this man would be something that would be more than she had ever thought someone could do? It was then that a sarcastic thought came to her mind, one, which made her, laugh out loud for a second. Olivia, you have gotten too used to your ex-boyfriend's stories that he writes. Nothing is going to happen, except for the usual sexual encounter. But for some reason she found herself not believing what it was that she was trying to convince herself. There was nothing that she could do about it though, for she had to keep this meeting. Not just because she needed the money, but also because she did not want to leave Christy there alone with whomever this stranger was. For she would never hear the end of it from her.

A few minutes later, she parked in the back of the Country Inn, a motel that was for executives and families that were traveling during vacation season. It seemed like a proper place, even though she had never been there before. Still, it was much better than the others who would take her in the back seat of their cars, of in the tall grass field in the forest preserve that was just on the outskirts of town. Even though she would not be complaining about it, for the threat of them being caught intensified the pleasure that they were sharing. But now, this would be an elegant moment, with a man that was probably sophisticated and yet never done anything that was considered kinky. She would definitely show him a good time. Olivia had gotten instructions on how to get to the room with such detailed instructions and even two key cars. One that was to the back door of the building, the other to the room 321. She never thought that she would have someone write out step-by-step instructions like this. It even had some things to do when she was in the room. To put on lingerie that would be laid out on the desk and what to do after that. She would follow what was written down for her, hoping that this man would pay her well for all of what he would be making her do.

She had made her way through the back door of the motel and then down the hallway to the elevator and then up to the third floor. In a way, she found this somewhat odd that she would have to follow such instructions, making her wondering what it could be that she was getting into. There was a moment of fear that gripped her, as she stood in the elevator alone, waiting to get to her floor. But it soon passed as the doors opened and she made her way out into the dimly lit hallway. As she walked, she had the strange feeling that someone was watching her, even though there was no one around. The only thing that she could think of was that there was a security camera, which kept an eye on the visitors, in case something were to happen. Probably some middle aged man watching her walk as he though about how much he would love to be with her. She even though of turning around and flashing the camera, giving security a brief thrill. But when she did casually turn around, acting as if she was looking for her room, she noticed that there were no cameras to be found. All that she could see was the brown flowered wallpaper with brass colored wood trim and brown carpeting. On the walls were a couple oil paintings of flowers in vases and one that was a scenic view of an ocean beach. Nothing out of the ordinary, which in a way she never really did expect to see something that would be strange. Or maybe she did? In a way all this was starting to remind her of a horror story that Mark had let her read a while back. Of a woman who was to meet her lover at a motel, and in the end, she found herself facing an evil that waited to consume her. But that was nothing more than a fictional story that Mark had created from the fears that had consumed him so much. That was the one thing that fascinated her so much about him that creative edge that he had and how he could come up with such stories so fast and detailed. She had always been a fan of horror stories, especially when they dealt with ghosts. Olivia knew too well though that this was no story that she was in, it was real life. And there were no such things as demons or ghosts that would emerge out of the shadows and take someone away. When she reached the door of room 321, she stood there for a moment looking at the brass plate in the middle of the door with the black numbers facing her. She pulled the second keycard from her purse as she took a deep breath.

"Alright, let's get this party started." She whispered as she placed the card in the slot to unlock it.

There was a click and then her hand pulled the handle down and opened the door. When she walked inside she could see what looked like a small living room. A light brown couch on the far wall to her left with two end tables on either side of it. Next to it was a gray arm chair and a large television that sat on a television stand next to her left, to the right was a dark brown desk with pamphlets of local restaurants and clubs that were in the towns around them, and the normal information that a motel would give. Next to it was a counter that had a microwave, coffee maker, and a small refrigerator, which was on bottom of it. Olivia found herself impressed by this, for whoever this man was, went all out to make this a night to be remembered. She closed the door and made her way further inside. Just like in the note that Christy had given her; there was lingerie that lay on the desk. A silk black thong, a bikini top that was made of fishnet, with stocking to match and a garter belt with straps that were made of pink ribbons.

"Well, obviously someone does have a fantasy that he wants me to come true for him." She whispered as her fingers ran over the fabric of the thong.

The one thing that she found odd was that Christy was not here. She usually always goes with her, especially when she would be meeting someone new. Sort of making sure that the guy would be on the up and up. And then wait for her in the parking lot, to make sure that Olivia would come out safe. The only time that she had not gone with was if Olivia knew the man pretty well.

"Well, I better get ready for this mystery man." She said as she started to take off her blouse.

When she had the lingerie on, she looked at herself in the large full-length mirror, somewhat impressed by how well it fit. Almost as if this man had known what size she was and what type of lingerie that she liked. It could have been Christy that had told this man that, so there was no real surprises that she would find. The only thing that worried her right now was where could Christy be? This was so unlike her to have blown off a meeting like this. She knew that there had to be some sort of reason why she wasn't here. When she picked up her clothes, folded them neatly and then placed them on the desk. And that was when she saw an envelope that she had not seen on the desk a moment ago. It had her name written on it in what looked like Calligraphy style penmanship. Next to it was a silken black scarf. When she opened the envelope, she saw that there were seven, one hundred dollar bills in it, with a note wrapped around it. The note said for her to wait on the couch and that at eight-thirty to cover her eyes with the scarf and wait for him. It seemed like something so odd to her to do, but if that was what this man wanted, then it was what she should do. After all, he was paying her to do this and she should play along with it. This was not the weirdest thing that a man made her do, but it was in the top five; she sat down on the couch and looked at the digital clock that sat on the desk. 8:29. she knew that she might as well get ready for her mystery lover. She placed the blindfold over her eyes and then tied it in the back of her head. The fear that she had felt before in the elevator suddenly came back, but this time it was even stronger than before. She tried to calm herself down, not wanting herself to freak out with this man, because it would look bad on her part. After all, she was suppose to be someone who was in control of something like this.

She swung her legs onto the couch as she tried to put herself in a seductive pose, even though she could not see to make sure. It felt right though, and that was the only thing that could reassure herself of it. Right when she had got herself to relax, she could hear the sound of a door slowly opening. It was obvious that her mysterious lover had been in the room the whole time, probably opening the door slightly and watching her undress. Somewhat of some sort of sick foreplay that he was doing with her. Olivia was use to things like that, considering that she once had a man pay her the masturbate in front of them while they watched. All that mattered to her was that she got paid for it. She could hear the sound of his footsteps, which were light and then felt the gentle touch of his hand on the side of her face. Her body flinched from his touch, not because she was afraid of him, but just because she could not see him doing it. She could smell the aroma of cologne that was familiar to her. It was the kind that Mark always wore when he would go to see her. The kind that he had known that brought about such a desire for him, unlike anything that ever did. For a moment she found herself wanting to call out Mark's name, thinking that somehow it was him that she was suppose to meet. That he had came back for her that he was going to take her away from the craziness that her life had become. But for some reason she found herself unable to call out his name, for she really wasn't sure that it really was him.

"Who. Who are you?" she asked in a scared tone.

'Why, I am the man that you came here to meet. The one that wants to pay you for your company." The man's voice whispered in her ear. "My name is Rupert and I want you to give me the pleasure that only you can give me."

"What can I do to please you? You tell me what it is that I can do to turn you on." She said, trying to sound seductive.

For a moment the man didn't say a word as she felt his hand slowly moving over her body. His hand seemed as cold as ice as it sent a chill down her spine. It didn't seem that important to her to think about, for she could feel the pleasure starting to build within her from his touch. Feeling his fingers moving over her breasts, her nipples becoming hard, poking through the silken fabric of the top. Then felt his fingers moving down her stomach and then in between her legs. Stroking the lips of her sex, as she gasped and tilted her back and sub-consciously spread her legs, inviting him in. It was then she heard his voice whispering in her ear again as she felt his fingers slide inside her sex.

"I bet a woman like you could make any man reveal his darkest secrets after you please them. You probably know everything about the men that you sleep with. And would be willing to use that against them if they tried to reveal that you are having sex with men for money. Just to think about what mommy and daddy would think about their little angel if the truth came out." His voice hissed within her ear.

It was true; most of the men that she had slept with so far had been executives that told her their secrets when she cuddled with them after sex. But she never thought about using it against them, at least not intentionally. Even with Mark, she knew everything about him, things which no one else ever did. Things that he wanted her to keep a secret, so that it would not bring any attention to him. Especially since he had just got his first book that was suppose to be coming out. She remembered how they had gotten into a fight at the station before he walked away. How she had said that she could let people know about the truth, which he was hiding. Nothing that was that shocking, except for the fact that he actually believed that his writing was more than just fiction. That his delusional mind actually believed that some how it was real. In her heart she knew that she could never do that to him. Because she still loved him, and knew that the break up between them was her own fault.

"Maybe. I never really thought about it. But I am not doing this to blackmail someone. I'm just in it for the money; I need the money to help out my parents." She said as she gasped.

"Oh, you are into this for more than that my dear. You know that you love the fact that you can have such power over the men that you seduce. Make them practically do anything that you want, when you know the right buttons to push." His voice hissed.

His words were like alcohol to her, making her drown within it, making her reveal the truth that she knew was the truth but did not want to accept. This all started to seem like some sort of bizarre nightmare. The only thing was she had no idea who this man was and now wanted to know what he looked like even more. Wanted to see the face of the man who was saying these things to say. And in a way she had a feeling that he knew it too. The g-string she wore had been pushed to the side, feeling his fingers being removed from her sex and something else slid inside of her. Something hard and cold like metal, that started thrusting inside of her fucking her deeper and deeper into her sex. Feeling the pain of it surging through her body. She let out a painful scream; as her body stiffened suddenly as she was ready to pull the blindfold off as tell him to stop what he was doing to her.

"Who are you? I want to see your face." She said terrified.

"As you wish my love." He hissed.

She felt his hand remove the blindfold from her eyes as she kept them closed for a moment. Even though Olivia wanted to look, there was still the fear of what she would see. When she opened her eyes, she saw a man who looked like Mark kneeling by the side of the couch. But this man had short black hair and eyes that were as dark as coal that stared at her with a crazed lustful glare in them. When she looked down at her spread legs, she could see the barrel of a sawed off shotgun impaled within her sex. Before she could say a word, she could feel the shotgun shoved deeper into her sex.

"Oh God, please stop. It hurts too much, Mark. Please I am sorry that I hurt you." She screamed.

"My name is not Mark. But you should know me; you were the one who created my image as Mark wrote me to life." He said in a evil tone.

"It can not be you. You are just a fiction character that Mark created for his book. This can not be happening." She said in a terrified voice.

Olivia could not believe that this was the man that he was really saying he was. To her eyes, it looked like Mark. It had to be him, had to be Mark trying to get back at her. The only thing was, she couldn't believe that he would do something as horrible as this.

"Mark, why are you doing this to me? I never thought you could be this evil." She cried.

"How many times do I have to tell you, I am not Mark. My name is Drayton, the man that Mark has created. And I am not going to let a whore like you take away. I am going to make sure that you can never reveal his secret ever again."

He said and then pulled the trigger.

The gun exploded as she felt the bullet rip through her insides and she let out a scream. The pain she felt was more agonizing as she found herself unable to close her legs from it. It had not killed her just yet, just prolonged it as it lodged itself somewhere within her intestines. Drayton stood up and then bent down and grabbed her by the throat. He dragged her into the bedroom as she screamed out for Christy, hoping that she would have heard the gunshot and her screaming and called the police. Or anyone at that point. But she knew that by the time that they showed up, it would have been too late for her.

"Do not worry, you will be with your friend soon. And then everything will be the way it should be." He said as he slammed the door behind them.

By the time the police arrived it was too late. They found the corpse of Olivia lying on the bed, the smoking barrel of the shotgun still impaled within her bloody sex and her tongue was cut out. The body of her friend Christy had been found lying on the floor next to the bed, stabbed twenty times in the chest. On the wall written in her blood was the words whore silenced. Her secret had been revealed to the town, even though they never found out who the killer was and probably never will.

The End!





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