Road Kill by Miss Irene Clearmont

Book Details

Road Kill – In ‘Plaything’ we saw how Samuel was added to the household of Miss Harriman, a woman who dominates all around her with ease and elan. In this second part of the quartet, Miss Harriman’s little experiment has now begun. The man that she has broken to the cane and whip, the young Spaniard that she has trained has been cast to the winds to see what happens to him!

Thrown out at a trucker stop whorehouse, Samuel soon discovers that there are far worse places to be than in Miss Harriman’s domestic care! He is quickly assimilated to make money in the whore house and assigned by the owners to Miss Crystal as a gimp to add value to her scenes. He will be her caged slave, forced to serve as she decides…

And, when Samuel is not used by the huge dominatrix, he is to be a casual server for the whores as well as serving in the glory hole. Tossed from one violation to the next, abused and used to turn tricks, it seems that his next destination is to work the trucks in the park under the eyes of the local sheriff who is in the pay of the brothel.

This is the rough side of femdom, sex in the raw, domination and abuse merging to become a nightmare of slavery as Samuel is forced to make some cash for his new owners. But, there is an escape from the brothel of a kind waiting in the wings, if only he knew it…

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This is the second in the ‘Samuel’ series of four novellas that will take him to dark places and terrible trials as he becomes a slave to women whose only interest is in making his life dedicated to their pleasure or earnings. Each book is around 20,000+ words and takes off from where the last finished, making a single narrative. The books are closely plotted to be a single narrative and are best read in sequence…

The ‘Samuel’ Series:

1. Plaything
2. Road Kill
3. Full Dressage
4. Come To Mother
   

Setting: USA

F/m, FM/m, Humiliation, Brothel, Glory Hole, Gimp, Slavery.

Strength 6/10 – 26,000 Words

Excerpt: Road Kill

Road Kill (Samuel Pt 2 of 4)

Episode One

The drizzle soaked Samuel through in moments. He looked back through the darkness at the pickup where José and Miss Harriman sat in comfortable darkness and then stumbled across the lot on his high heels. From the corner of his eye, Samuel saw a huge man approach and tried to side-step him, but the man mirrored his movement.

‘Poor little ho! All alone and so wet for real cock,’ laughed the man as he blocked Samuel and reached to grip Samuel’s arm with a powerful hand. Samuel shook his arm free of the grip and looked to the refuge of the diner just yards away. The ballet boots made it almost impossible to walk and he staggered a step. Samuel tried to speak. His lips moved, but no sound came.

The big man grinned. ‘Just what I need tonight, a skank with attitude…’

Samuel took a step, tried to run, but the man slapped him and he fell to the ground. Strong hands lifted him to his feet, a grip around his waist holding Samuel despite his struggles.

After a few steps towards the row of huge trucks, the man stopped and Samuel heard a woman’s voice. ‘Picked up a bitch, Newt? She’s not one of mine and don’t look too happy to be with you!’

‘Well, you ain’t putting out tonight, Shawna, so I got me a ho who will,’ laughed Newt as he swept Samuel from his feet and threw him over a shoulder.

‘Never seen this bitch before, Newt.’ Samuel felt a hand on his wet face, then the length of his kicking legs. He lifted his head from Newt’s back so that he could see Shawna’s close to.

‘Just another ten-dollar bitch,’ answered Newt. Her eyes inspected Samuel’s face for a moment before she loosed her grip and laughed, ‘You gonna get more than you bargained for with this one, Newt!’

‘Why’s that, then?’ ‘Just sayin’.’

Newt carried Samuel to his truck and tossed Samuel inside before he climbed after, with Shawna following. ‘Coming in with me for the ride of your life?’ said Newt with a laugh. ‘You me and this here skank?’

Silently, Samuel pleaded with his eyes and he struggled to sit up, but Newt’s hand clamped on his small breasts and squeezed. ‘Nothing wrong from what I see. Just ‘cos she’s not one of your girls, babe, don’t mean that I can’t fuck her…’

One of Newt’s hands pawed the small breasts while the other closed on Samuel’s wrists. ‘In the back ho…’ he said as he pushed Samuel roughly between the seats and into the back of the cabin.

Newt followed Samuel into the darkness of the truck where Samuel struggled on the huge bed while Newt’s fumbling hands pawed him with frightening strength through the latex top that Miss Harriman had forced onto him. Samuel could hear Shawna’s laughter as she leaned between the seats and watched as Newt slapped Samuel and then started to unbuckle his pants. ‘You’re gonna give the bitch to me,’ she giggled. ‘A hundred dollars says you will…

‘No way, Shawna, but after I’ve fucked her, you’re welcome! She sure looks like one of yours!’

Newt’s hard cock thrust from his pants and he reached to grab Samuel’s hair. The wig came off in his hands and for a moment he was nonplussed before he gripped the back of Samuel’s head to force his face towards his hardness.

Still laughing, Shawna reached out and pulled at Samuel’s skirt. ‘Hey, Newt! How you gonna fuck this little bitch?’ Her hand pulled up revealing Samuel to Newt and the look of shock on his face caused Shawna to crease up with hilarity. Samuel’s little cock stood rigid, the ring at the base of his balls caused them to swell like ripe plums. Newt dropped Samuel to back away to the back of his cab.

‘Fucking hell!’ exclaimed the trucker. ‘What the fuck!’

‘Told you so, babe, you owe me a hundred!’ laughed Shawna, ‘unless you want him to suck your cock off!’

‘No bet,’ said Newt. ‘Take the little pervert, bitch, what I need now is a tight cunt…’

‘That’s easy, babe. How ‘bout mine? This little skank is so fucking hot, just what I need…’ Shawna squeezed between the seats to join Newt and Samuel and reached for Newt’s wilting manhood.

‘Wanna fuck? It’s for free?’

Newt looked down at the soft smooth skin between the young man’s thighs and then up at Shawna whose hand stroked him back to hardness. His hands hesitated and then he reached out. Shawna looked down at the stricken Samuel and slowly stripped off her sodden blouse to reveal herself, then she bent over Samuel to lick the tip of the trucker’s hard cock in her hands. ‘That’s what you need, babe, so fill me,’ she breathed as her legs opened and she straddled Samuel to get at Newt. ‘Fuck me here, right on top of this little bitch, I need that hard cock so bad.’

Samuel looked up at her and his lips opened with a silent cry as Newt gasped and backed to the wall of the cab. The whore slipped her lips over the trucker’s hard meat and took him in. Shawna’s hanging breasts brushed over Samuel’s face and then he was looking at her passing belly and the smooth slit framed by muscular thighs.

Miss Harriman had stolen his voice and he could not even plead with Newt and Shawna as they moved over him, ignoring the weakling that struggled and thrashed beneath them. Shawna moved up onto her knees and pressed against the trucker as his hands pawed her heavy breasts and she slid onto his lap. Samuel looked up, her back was arched and her arms flung around broad shoulders. The tip of Newt’s hard prick stuck between her thighs and then she lifted, slid the slit of her cunt over the hardness and settled again to take it in as she settled.

‘Skank,’ cried Newt as she slid the length of him. ‘Jeez, you’re the fucking best!’

‘Not so bad yourself, big boy,’ breathed Shawna. ‘Now fuck me and show me what that that big cock can do.’ Newt grunted in reply and lifted Shawna as he fucked the whore sitting on his lap. Trapped by the weight of Newt and Shawna, Samuel tried to wriggle free, but his legs were trapped beneath the trucker’s weight and every thrust that he took into the whore caused Samuel to recoil in pain as he rested on the boots that were gripping Samuel’s feet.

‘Come on Newt, fuck me, fill me, fuck me, make me come…’ Newt gasped as he thrust, pawing Shawna’s breasts and lifting her at each stroke while she cried out in frenzy as she felt him deep inside her. It was as though Samuel was being tossed in a storm and he pushed at Shawna’s ass to try to pull free.

Excerpt from: Road Kill