Suzy the ho writhed erotically as she thoroughly enjoyed the
double fucking she was getting. As one well-muscled thug pounded her pussy like
jack hammer, a drug dealer reamed her asshole for all he was worth; and even without
the Blaze high, his lovin would be worth a whole lot! The heroine rolled her
eyes and moaned loudly as the man behind her mauled her sensitive tits and the
lover before her kneaded her glorious ass like baker would bread dough. She was a highly desired piece of fuckmeat
and it made her more delighted and proud than she ever imagined she could
be. Oh, she could remember her old life
now, but it was like it was an old black and white film. It had no depth or feeling
to her. Not like her Blaze fueled existence now! As both men showed their
obsessive need to nail the bitch, Susan Storm Richards drank in the heady
pleasure of being the talk of the red light district.
From the get go, Sue was a top notch whore. Babes as hot as
her demanded and got top dollar. It was $100 for head, $150 for a straight fuck,
$200 for suck & fuck, and $50 discount off combined price for team ups on
her fine ass as the going prices and she already had a backlog of customers.
When she offered to let the fuckers cum in her for another hundred, the
bastards couldn’t give her the money fast enough. She had Slick’s $1,500 in
under 2 hours and hardly had time for more than hit or two of Blaze for the
following 4.
Of course, the dealer had offered to pay her in drugs, but
if he didn’t have Blaze, what good was that? Slick only took cold hard
cash! Sue watched the man sell his goods
at discount just to get the money he needed to be where he is now. A few hours
ago that would have been disgusting too her, but Blaze had a debilitating effect
on morals and judgement that left the heroine a ship without a rudder, swept
away in the riptide of hedonistic ecstasy. He wasn’t the only one either. Two guys broke
into stores in front of her and the thug mugged people on this very street to
get the cash. Under the warped influence of the insidious drug, this not only
wasn’t bad; it was a huge complement to the ho.
As the huge men doused her fuckholes with their sticky seed, Sue
screamed in delight.
As the randy men pulled out of her, for the first time in
over 6 hours of nearly non stop sex, Sue felt her knees buckle. She quickly recovered as she dropped to her
knees and began to clean the customers tools with her mouth. For the first time, she realized that Slick
had come to keep an eye on her as he growled “OK, gents. Looks like ya wore Sexy
Suzy out! She’s spent for the night, but no worries; I’ve got plenty of cock
candy here for ya. Suzy will be back as soon as she catches a wink or two.”
Suzy protested mildly to her boss but he whispered in her
ear “No arguments, baby. Blaze is a great high, but eventually you need some
snooze time. Let’s settle up and get your fine ass back to uptown. There’ll be plenty of cock for you when you
get back. And don’t forget that perception doohickey when you come back either. Remember, I own your ass.”
Suzy smiled wickedly as she turned to her pimp and purred “And
my heart, baby!” With that, she gave the man a long sensual kiss before heading
back to her home.
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It was 10:00 AM before the befuddled heroine managed to pull
herself out of bed. Fortunately, Roberta had a Sue LMD for such occasions to
allow the heroine some personal time when she needed it. It was such a good simulation that they rarely
noticed it wasn’t the real Sue, but up until now, the heroine used it
sparingly. Sue had never been more
thankful for anything in her life.
As she rose to consciousness, every moment of the last night’s
adventures assailed her being. She could remember every second of it including
every thought and sensation; only now her morals and judgement were restored. She
was ashamed of letting a lowly pimp get the better of her, but it paled in
comparison to her horror at how delighted she had been to defile her marital
vows. The guilt and shame were nearly as crippling as the building desire to
run back to the street. As her teary eyes looked about the room, she spotted
the inhaler with the familiar fire symbol on it. With trembling hands she picked up the device
and stared at it. A single hit of its contents would make all the guilt go
away, but so too would her noble spirit and aspirations. The heroine’s expression got sober as she growled
“No… NO!! I will NOT let this conquer me!” Susan rushed out of the bedroom to
the elevator with the seductive drug still clenched in her fist as she selected
the level of her own lab.
For several hours, the heroine examined both her own blood
and the drug in the inhaler. With an exasperated snarl, she asked her assistant “How about now, Roberta.
Did you find anything on that run.”
The disembodied voice of the Baxter Building AI replied “No,
Susan, run 37 of the material in the inhaler still shows common saline solution
for sinus sufferers. Blood test 10 shows no anomalies either; as does body scan
36. There are no indications of any
issues or unusual content in your body or in the container. Perhaps it would
help if you told me more about your concerns?”
Susan growled “No, Roberta, that won’t be necessary. File
all information and requests in this regard to my personal data. No access to
anyone including Reed.” Her mind raced ‘Dear God, especially not Reed’. “This matter is part of an investigation I am
undertaking and I require you to maintain optimum security level on this
project.” After a second she continued “You
will have to provide significant coverage for me while I investigate further
both here and outside the Baxter Building. Do you understand?”
The AI replied quickly “Of course, Susan. This is similar to
the covert S.H.I.E.L.D. missions you have taken in the past. Is that what you
are doing now?”
Sue nodded as she replied “Yes, but who this is a mission
for needs to remain a secret. Please confirm, Roberta.”
As the artificial assistant confirmed that this project was
secured for Sue only, the heroine’s mind raced. She needed to find out what
this stuff was to defeat Slick. She cursed herself for thinking of the bastard
as her deep need nearly doubled her over. The thought of his long hard bitch
tamer playing her g-spot like a virtuoso made her gush love juices, but it also
did anything but release her gnawing sexual need.
Little did she know that Blaze has strong mystic properties
that prevented instruments of science to detect any component of the drug in
her system or even in the inhaler. It would take a top level mystic to detect
the drug at all, and since Doctor Doom or Doctor Strange were not known to
frequent red light districts, there was very little chance of that.
Sue continued to work through the afternoon. Roberta had
supplied her with food as well as the opportunity to shower and change, but her
frustrations with the investigation was not the only things that Sue was
feeling. With each passing hour, her need for sex seemed to grow exponentially.
It had now moved from dull ache to
undeniable pain, but the heroine continued on. Around 4:00 PM she got an
encrypted email from an unknown source titled ‘Invisible Ho’. With disgust, Sue
viewed the attached video in private. Scenes of her willingly sucking Slick
off, cavorting with a few dozen johns, and proclaiming her love of her new life
assailed her as she read the words to the message itself. Slick had written ‘Just
remember, I own you now, baby. Sooner you accept that, the happier we’ll all
be. See you at 6:30 sharp and bring that
perception thing too.’
Sue grimaced as she felt the noose tighten about her, but
suddenly she had an idea. The heroine
called out “Roberta, do we have any wearable device that will filter out any
and all contaminates from the air?”
The robotic voice chimed happily “Yes, we do. However, the
device is rather noticeable as it does fit over nose and mouth. Will that do?”
Sue smiled wickedly as she replied “Oh, that isn’t an issue
at all!” Slick wanted the perception filter. She would give it to him and keep
him from getting his claws any deeper into her.