A Whore of a Night

To read the rewrite: Bound By Shame


publicIt had been a long night, her body hurt, in more ways then one. Never before had she thought sex could bring her to tears. She opened the door to her small apartment. She knew her roomie would want to hear all about her first night out, but all she wanted was to fall into bed, and sleep the day away. As she expected, Amy, her roomie was sitting on the couch, as if waiting for her to return home. She took a deep breath, causing her swollen breasts to ache a bit more, and walked in. Amy, jumped to her feet, rushed her friend and smiled, in the most wicked way.

“Sit down, sit down! You have to tell me everything. Did you get hurt, did you like it, will you be going out again soon?”

The questions only rang through Amanda’s ears. She really did not have the energy for this, but she also knew this was not just a pile of questions. She knew Amy wanted to play as well, and the last thing her body could handle, right now, was more sex. She limped over to the couch, fell down, more then sat and tried to regain herself. Amy was right next to her, she could feel the excitement and need buildin within her, this story would take some time indeed. She looked over to Amy, smiled and started her night’s tale.

“Alright! I will go through it all, but you have to promise not to interrupt
me. If you can do that, then everything else is open for whatever you desire. Deal?”


Amy was quick to replace more questions and words for helping Amanda to remove her shirt, and bra. Once her soft 36D’s were hanging free, and Amy had started sliding her fingers over the nipples, Amanda started from the evening before.

“It had been odd, I still was not sure if I was doing the right thing, but when I found myself walking through China town, I noticed the other women on the street were all dressed for their part. I, on the other hand had a short summer dress on, a sports bra and purple running shoes. I wanted to see who would approach me, before I gave in completely. A young man, I would guess a junior attorney in the city started looking at me, I found the courage to talk to him, and before I knew it, my peach was wet, Nipples erect and I could only grasp a light pole, from the depth of his fingers.”

As she spoke her words, her body started to react to the memories from last night. Amy found her hands on her own clit and the pain building between her own legs had her edging closer and closer to Amanda.

“I knew this could turn out to be my very first trick, but this man seemed to want something more, then just my sex and tits. I could not help the factused that I was on the sidewalk, being felt up and sexually tormented and simply wanted more. My first orgasm took place while he had me bent over and newspaper dispenser. He had pulled up my bra, and dress and openly, in the street used me like I was nothing more then a toy to be played with. I tried, so hard not to scream, though he seemed intent on me doing just that. As my body started to convulse, And I tried to move, he pushed me forward and dug his fingers in deeper. A few people passed while he used me, a few more still stopped to watch his show. It was the moment he pinched my nipples, I could not hold out any longer. I cried out, shook violently and came till he backed away. My knees gave way under me, and Still on the street he pulled out his cock. He pressed it to my lips and when they parted He slammed himself all the way in. I had thought he would never come, but when he did, he gave me no room to spit and I was forced to swallow his entire load. Gagging from the awful taste, and consistency I pulled back only to receive a hard slap to my face. I had never been hit, not even as a child growing up with two older brothers. The pain mixed with my shame having just been fingered and fucked on the open streets of China town, made me feel more like a whore then a person. He backed up a step or two, put his dripping cock away, and helped me to my feet.

I must have looked the part I was not playing, because he smiled at me, and took me by the hand. I was led across the street, down the road and to a fancy condo, just on the far side of town. As soon as we were inside the door to his suit I found myself in the middle of six to eight men. All with their pants down, all stroking their cocks. I felt my heart fall as soon as I realized I had just been booked for the night. I was still dripping from my first orgasm, and now the first guy came round to look me in the eyes. He simply smiled and whispered in my ear. “You will gifperform for all these men as you have performed for me, and by night’s end, if you do as you are told, you will be ten grand richer. Do you understand?” I felt his hand move over my ass, and I knew I had found what I had been seeking. To show my willingness to obey, I once again knelt down on my knees and opened my mouth, making sure I could be seen by all in the room.”

Amy had long removed her bed shorts. Her soft pink slit was now turning red, as she rubbed it harder and deeper then before. Her hands were still on Amanda’s breasts, and though she had been used enough for one night, she was no longer worried about sleep. As a whore, she was used only to please the men in the room. As a room mate she knew Amy would give just as much as she took. A deep sigh of enjoyment brought her back to the reality she had created just hours before. About to start again, Amy leaned in, caught Amanda’s open lips and kissed her. Amy, obviously taken by the story thus far, climbed onto Amanda’s lap, pulling up her dress, exposing blue lace panties below. Her kiss turned to passion, and passion turned to deep seeded need to express herself through touch, feeling and sucking. Amanda was not complaining but she felt the ned to continue her story, just as Amy switched from her lips on her face, to her lips between her legs. Amy was pulling her ass off the couch, getting better access to Amanda’s cunt, they both found the momentum they needed to go on. Amanda took a deep breath, felt Amy slid her tongue deep within, and continued her story.

“I was on the floor, mouth open and waiting to be used fucked and hurt, if they felt then need. The first man to step over was a small Asian, but his cock made up for anything he may have lacked on the threeoutside. He grabbed my head by a fist full of hair, and put his cock to my lips. He did not push it in, and I was the one who had to move forward to give him his joy. I sucked him, licking his wet balls, and other men came over and began using the rest of me, taking turns having their dick’s sucked. My clothing was taken from me and piled on a corner. The first guy to come half exploded in my mouth, half on my face allowing it to drip down across my chest. The very moment he pulled out, another was glad to take his place. Minutes turned to hours as my skull was fucked more and more. My mouth felt full for too many hours. My body was, for the most part left alone, but then the fingers started. Probing my cunt and anus, at first, then pushing in, deeper and deeper. A close to constant flow of hot cream fell from my lips as one then two men took use of both holes between my legs.

A cock in my mouth and another one waiting, I had a cock in my sex and another pushing ever so slightly in my ass. I could only think to moan. My mind filled with dark needs and all the men in the room filling their needs with me. From one moment to the next a cock pulled from my sex only to be replaced with another. As the new one went in, the one on my ass plunged forward. My head jerked back in pain, my cries filled the house and the men around me laughed as two or three loads shot towards my face.”

Amanda’ had come twice since she had resumed her story. Amy had been sucking and licking her room mates sex the entire time, but the memory of the gangbang, and a now swollen sex brought about one last orgasm for he night. Amy, hands on Amanda’s ass, pulled tightly, slid a finger in and never stopped sucking, only to bite or pinch. Both women were now caught in the story of the night’s events. They were both caught in each other and they both could only dig and search for more. Amy screamed as a small fist made its way into her dripping sex. Looking up, Amanda’s eyes were now on fire as she too found pleasure in her best friend’s body. The both fell from the couch, onto the floor, kicking and screaming as fingers, fists and lips pulled, pushed and sucked on the others body. The only act missing was larger bits of pain, that was till Amanda took it on herself to use something more of her first night whoring. She slapped Amy’s ass, dug her nails into her back and would not stop even when Amy begged for mercy. Amy fell backwards, crying out in pain, and found a wicked smile standing over her dripping freely. Amanda took this moment to finish her story, and Amy laid flat on her back as Amanda sat on her mid section. The soft hairs from one woman scratched gently as they slid back and forth over each other.

“The men used me till I could only cry. The hour’s drug on as my body became more and more raw from use. The lack of light in the room was flooded by the sun as the wee hours of dawn brought forth light and a point of no further use. I could no longer feel, I dared not move, for fear the men may start again, but it was time for men to work, and whore to leave. The original man helped me to my feet, allowed me to dress and showed me to the door. About to leave, he took my arm, kissed my lips and handed me the money promised. I have the feeling it is not the last I will see of him, nor the last he will hand me up to friends. I limped home, feeling the eyes of the world watching me the entire way. I wanted sleep when I arrived, but knew you would want to hear my story. So that is my night, I must find sleep now, but my bed is open for you to share, if you wish.”

Love            The two young women got comfortable in their bed, but as Amanda fell to darkness, Amy smiled as she had her own secrets…


My First Year In..

Snapshot04271041 (1)On March 9th 2015, I started this blog in the hopes I would acquire a few followers for my writing. My newly acquired publishing company, McWood publishing and their head, Temeca Woods said this would be the best way to connect with possible new followers. Not sure what I was doing, having never blogged before, I stumbled through one idea after another before I found myself writing the first, of many chapters in a short story entitled “The portal”. When I laid the first word on the first page, I truly had no idea where this story would go. Noor did I know the end product would leave a scratch in my memory for time to come. The story, though good from one chapter to the next, gives you something to think about long after you finish it whole. For me, I found a bit of old lost personal beliefs staring back at me from a time once forgot. For you, the readers, this world around, I may never know how my writing affects you, but still you return. You read, you enjoy and slowly my page is being read all over the planet.

When I started this, I was hoping only for a few people to trip over it, from time to time, but the result, the overall result of this page is far from anywhere my imagination could have dreamed. As of today, March 14 2016 I have received 1595 visitors & 3264 views. Not only in the United States, but from all over the world. Every day, the first and last thing I do is check the visitors and views on my page.

I have been telling my followers, for some time, when I have a book cover for my first book, I will post it on the page. This also goes for the hopeful release date for that first book. As it stands today, we are still working on the cover, but we are hoping for a release date of November 1, 2016. The name of the book, “ENSLAVED”, will be the first in a series called, “The Eighth Expansion”. At least 6, but closer to 10 books when they are all said and done. I am also working on two other series, and a stand alone novel while I continue this blog. I am honored and thrilled every day when I see how many people from different walks of life, all over the world take time to read my creations.

When I was young, the idea of becoming an author, never entered my mind. My mother wrote books, and lectured her children on their grammar daily. But when it came to me, I loved creating stories in my mind, but it was not till 2009 I decided to share those stories with all of you. It is my hope that any and all who read this will continue to follow me, possibly drop a note, from time to time, and tell those around you to do the same. I am looking forward to my second year of blog writing, and all the readers who partake herein.


From the depths of who I am now, and who I am swiftly becoming,

Thank you

E.H. Rashkae

(2) Shame in my Silence


After he had left the room and my body bound to the celling I did everything in my  power to fall asleep. Everything hurt, ached or burned. My throat was dry, ass worn out and the feeling in my hands had long disappeared from them strung over my head. The last bit he had used me, I still shook and twitched. My body had only had sex once before this night, and that had been nothing compared to this. No, the young men in my town would never have the courage to do this to a women, but now I knew, this was going to be an everyday thing for my life. I almost begged to some higher power to help me, but then I remembered I did not believe in such things. I pulled at the ropes binding my hands, just in some event they may give, but in my ignorance, the moment I pulled too hard another set of footsteps could be heard coming down the hall. A large black male walked into the room. Completely nude, minus the whip he held in his hands. A smile crossed his face when he saw my fingers outreached through suffering. I closed my eyes, turned my head as far away from him as I could, and he chuckled in my general direction.

“Every night, one of the new sluts think they can undo their bindings, and every night, the watchmen, like myself have to come teach you otherwise. How should I do it, little slut? How should you learn this is where you belong and there is no getting free. I could whip you, I have that in hand. I could fuck you, my cock is more then ready for such a taste. But you, little slut, I think will gain by another kind of persuasion.”

His voice fell silent and I only dreamed of the worst. Slave could only mean one thing to me, and since my body had already been used for sex all night long, why  should I think this man would do any different? I took in a few deep breaths, hoping for the worst to come, but it never did. I felt his hands on my own, the ropes being removed and I opened my eyes in short hopes he may actually be helping me. I fell to the bed below when he removed the ropes, and stepped back. My body no longer my own, I tried to get up, and found I could not. I could feel his body come in close to whisper in my ear. Fear gripped me, as his long strong fingers teased my cunt and ass the same. As he pushed at the opening of each hole, I lurched forward, but then his soft voice filled my ear, and I simply gave in.

“Little slut, one of you is like all the rest. You are found, fucked and used. your hands bound above your head an left for the night. No idea what nightmares wait for you at first light. No sleep till one tries to break free. This is you little slut. Tonight you will be the one giving me pleasure, so do a good job, and maybe I will arrange for you to sleep, unbound. Now rise, little slut, rise and give me your best; soft hard short or long. Make me groan or I will make you scream. Please me…”

I slowly rose from my fetal position and looked him up and down. I slowed when I crossed his face, then stopped altogether when I saw his cock. I was trembling now, and his smile widened. He took my face in his hands, and gently kissed my lips. After the use I had been given first, this caught me off guard. He released me, and he came to lay in the bed next to me. Face up, hands at his sides and me, unbound. For reasons I may never know, I did not think once of trying to run, I simply sat there and considered my abilities. I put my hands on his skin, pushed and pulled at his skin and muscles below. A simple breath from him gave me hop, I was going in the right direction. His chest, nipples and abdomen all got their share of my petting. When I reached his cock, though no longer hard, I still could only stair at it. I started first with one hand, then another and the blood flowed into this stem with delight. When the head had grown, I lowered my face to it, kissing at first, then to licking and all to sucking. For every time I put more of his cock in my mouth, his moan broke free of his lips. After a while, I felt his hands come to rest on my head, pushing more and more of himself into my opened lips. My tongue felt every part of him, the foreskin, the head, the salty drip from the hole and the balls near the bottom. Only once did I gag, though I found a simple pleasure in not being completely comfortable. His first load filled my mouth, and though I had spit earlier this evening, I did my best to swallow every drop. I liked his dripping cock dry, making sure to stop for a brief timwhipe on each lump below the shaft. More moans fell from his lips, and I worked even harder to give anything I possibly could.

Before I realized he was doing it, a moan escaped my lips as well. He had fingers in my dripping cunt, he also had penetrated the shallow depths of my ass. I moved forward as his use continued. I followed his lead and moved to a sitting position above his cock. Lowering myself, his fingers moved to allow my peach access! The first bit to slip in, made me loose my breath. He was much larger then the man in the day. He rocked his hips till his length was fully drilled into my body. Thoughts of past desires filled my mind as I fucked him and he I. My hips rolled as his second load pulsed deep inside me. I felt it leaking out around my dripping lips, but only continued to rock with him. My last thought, before he took over was my ass, which had only been fucked the once in my life, only hours before. I pulled myself free, his cum and my cum  dripping as I did. Knowing little about how to proceed, I used my hands to pull my ass cheeks apart, as he started to slip inside, a gasp of my own filled the room. I almost fainted with the sheer size being pushed in. He went to move, lifting me off the bed, cock still placed in my gapping ass. He stood completely, leaned back on the wall and proceeded to use me, hanging in the cold air. One gasp led to another. then moans, then my first scream.

He fucked me still. Used my ass, then my cunt then my mouth. I began to feel the position of a slut once more, an before he finished, I was not only filled with him, but covered as well. When I was still bouncing on his cock, he reached around the corner, and bought back an item I had never seen. A small red ball with straps on either side. The ball was stuffed in my mouth, and the straps bound tight behind my head. My last cry was to total silence. My body now stretched out, the pain still ringing out, and his hands slapped out the finial chapter this night would give. He moved his hands, and I fell from his cock to the soft bed below. The moment I opened my eyes, they were covered with loads of hot sticky cum. iI dripped to my breasts, further still to my tummy. I felt the cool of the room chill, not only me, but the wet covering me as well.

Finally he stood above me, smiling down on my wet used body. He seemed to pause for a single moment, before slapping my cum drenched face. It splashed out and I didn’t even grunt. This seemed to please him most of all. Then he spoke, smooth words to my battered body. B3

“So it would seem you are more then able to give pleasure, even though you are ill trained. If asked politely, you do as you are bade. Look that way slut, and I will help you find sleep. No bindings, just you and the black. Take your shame to the silence.”

He pointed to the opposite wall and as I turned he tossed the rope to the floor, and took hold of my hips. Again he fucked me, but gently and caressingly. All my energy gone, my mind went limp and as he had stated, I fell to sleep. Shame in my silence, I fell to sleep.

(1) Losing Dignity

All women dream of being spoiled, not having to work, having the world laid at your feet, that kin4894a4a0f0434e885cde05affd8bf1dfd of thing. Live in a massive house, large rooms, and a view only the rich can afford. Having a chauffeur drive you everywhere and lastly, but certainly not least, all the freedom to do anything you could ever desire. I would do anything to be able to live in that life, and not my own.As fate dest her cards, I am far from riches, I drive myself everywhere and know the closets thing to luxury I will ever get is the movies I watch. I had come to LA at the turn of my eighteenth birthday. I had said goodbye to my friends my family and told them all I was going to find a better life then the of a woman in a small Kansas town. I knew there was better for me, I knew I could find it, but boy, had I been wrong.

My first night in the big city, had been the first slap to my face, and dignity. My bag, clothing money and cell phone had been stolen at the bus station within a few minutes of stepping off. The same guy would not stop following me and by nights end, my life had been changed forever. As I lay in a large white sheet covered bed, in a beautiful home, I wondered if this would be all bad. His hands had grabbed me,ecd5e5bfa0832acb199925d13d3967a3 pinched me and beat me, all while he laughed and pounded his massive cock in my every hole. My white sweater was now tossed on the floor, and my panties nowhere to be seen. One fist of hair after another till I could hardly move, think or even care. The fuck, I could have handled. The abuse of my body I actually kind of liked, but the end of his little game had told me exactly what I was going to do to survive this town. Before I caught my first breath, I was fitted into leather bindings and made to kneel on the floor.

“It sure is nice to have an innocent slut for a change. All the girls come out here, thinking they are going to have a great life, and they find out the only great they can offer is one fuck or another to people like me! So what do you say little whore, do you think your life just got better, or do you think you can truly change your current situation?”

I lay spread out on my face thinking about everything he had just said. I had never felt so filthy and this guy had enjoyed making me feel worse. When at first I did not answer, he started spanking my ass, and saying the word slut every time he hit me. I wanted to be strong, at least about something today, but the spanking became brutal, the pain brought tears to my eyes and I knew I would never outlast anyone who loved bringing pain as much as he did. He climbed off my ass, his cock still wet with my juices and his own come. He knelt down in front of me, slapped my face and then spit on me. I was crying full on now, and again he laughed in my face at the misery he had created.

“What do you think this is, you stupid slut? Do you really think that was a rhetorical question? Do you think I will just give up, because you are trying so badly to be strong? Well think again sweetheart, I love what I do. I love making the stupid little women who come here feel as small and pathetic as possible. If I don’t then they would all just end up dead, but you, you I saw the moment you got off the train. I saw the innocent and the big hopes. I saw everything and now, I am going to make all your dreams come true. You want to live like some kind of queen? Have a big house and not have to do anything, well get ready, you are about to get all your dreams, twisted, broken and painfully stuffed in you, but you will get them!”6db6da9788bcd61fc4592f674ec418ff

His words scared me, brought fears to my mind, I never knew were there. As I lay there still trying to remain silent, he stood before me, took hold of his cock and rubbed it till it was once again fully hard. This time he put it to my lips expecting me to open my mouth and let hm in. what else could he do, slap me, I was getting use to that, but then I had never known true misery. He stepped back, rose his right hand and as he brought it down to slap my face, his fingers curled into a tightly packed fist. It contacted with my jaw, my ears rang, the pain was intense and again he put his cock to my lips. without another thought I opened my lips thinking he would just push himself in, but I should have known it would never be tat easy. Again and again he punched my face, all the while laughing and talking down to me, like I was nothing more then a dog.

“Stupid stupid little slut, you think you can hold out on me? You think once you give in that will be the end of your punishment, well remember this night, the next person to take you may not ever tell you why you are being punished, they may not speak at all. Are you ready to obey, listen, speak, when spoken too, and do as your told?”

This time I did not hesitate, I spoke my answer and looked him in the eye, knowing the punishment for not doing so may kill me. I was becoming nothing, and I knew it. My words were soft, and my body shook, but in the end it seemed to be exactly what he had wanted.

“Yes! Yes I will do as you tell me, I will take what you give me, an I will accept what I must become.95936850ad2faeca629bd98b95149c23

My voice was low, but the smile on his face only brought more fear to my mind. He again put his cock to my lips and as I opened my mouth.
This time he did not try to kill me, just took his pleasure of my mouth and when he came, though I choked and spit most of it out, I only got one slap for my obvious disobedience. After what had been the worst night of my life, I fell to sleep silently, my hands bound with rope. My feet bound together and my body worn out past imagination. I passed out wishing I had stayed home and dated Tommy Fisher and never been so foolish. My eyes were heavy, bruises were forming all over me, and I had no one but myself to thank for being in this situation.