[Fiction] Rent Free (R-18)

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"Are you certain you want to do this?"

The question was more relevant than Justine imagined. August was speaking from experience. After all, he had been in the porn business for many years. But Justine's mind was made up.

"As much as I appreciate what you did... what you are doing for me," Justine replied, "I need to stand on my own. I don't want to be under your care for the rest of my life. My daughter... deserves better. No offense."
"None taken."

They were in Justine's apartment. August had come around 6pm, bringing Thai food he had gotten from a local restaurant, and he had spent about an hour finishing the setup for Justine's computer and camera. The camera was aimed at the bed in the corner of the room, and a quick check of the settings had confirmed everything was a go.

"What if we... tape our session?" Justine had hazarded.

August had accepted, under two conditions. One, they couldn't use either his name of his face in the video (both to be edited out). He had fully retired from public pornography, and didn't want any of what could be done here to be traced back to his earlier portfolio. Two, if he was to participate, he wanted his cut of whatever profit they made should the video be sold. Justine had then agreed to both conditions, but August had insisted.

"What's on the net stays on the net, you know? Twenty years from now, people will still look you up."
"I'm okay with that."
"And are you okay with your daughter or friends seeing this at some point?"

That question had bothered Justine a little more but, ultimately, given the talks she had already had with her daughter about what she planned to do, the consideration had already been made.

What followed in the next hour was an intense sex session between landlord and resident, between a man simply called Sir and a lady called JustOne (the same alter ego she had used with Pinky last Friday).

August returned to his pornstar roots for the session. Usually, it was just about the sex and the pleasure (not having an audience or director to please) but he brought back some of the classic moves and angles from the scene. He was used to giving the camera full access to the interconnected genitalia so he maneuvered his partner as he saw fit, with Justine bending in ways she had never attempted. They carried out most of the tropes of pornographic videos: the tease, the handjob, the boob-and-blowjob, the cunnilingus (or 69 position), an external rub, and then the actual penetration took place, first man on top missionary style, then doggy style, then variants on cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and side cowgirl. When August came the first time, he emptied himself inside Justine's vagina, then dragged her to the camera for the creampie. He was able to get hard again, fucking Justine from behind while she was facing the camera, moaning into it, mouth agape, eyes flushed with pleasure. After a long while, he was able to jerk himself to pleasure a second time, firing a small load into her eager mouth, and then she sucked him clean.

All the while, the camera rolled, capturing all of the action for posterity.

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Love the detail!Continue please!

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"As sweet as her mouth..."

It had been Samson's only comment after he was done with Tina. She had expected it, though perhaps not on the same night. But it happened regardless, and she felt betrayed now.

Arriving at the Rat Pack's crib after school, not bothering to go back home, Tina had immediately been stripped and taken to her room. There, face down on the bed, her hands had been tied to the bedframe, her behind raised. They had also bound her ankles to the backposts, exposing her sex to anyone who would walk in the room. She had also been gagged for good measure. And then, all three of her owners had indulged in her company, Peter first, then Kyle and finally Tommy (without his girlfriend present). All three had fucked her without protection, emptying all cylinders in her eager womb. Then, left alone for about half an hour, Tina had fainted.

She had come to only to be fucked again, this time by several men she did not know. Some were older, one seemingly as old as fifty. She counted nine of them. It was all about business, apparently. No names were given and, while several gropped her in the process, there were few caresses in her direction. Two she had recognized: the bodyguard inside the car with Samson and Samson himself (who had gone last). Her insides full of them (none had worn protection either), Tina felt queasy, and it was only nine in the evening. There was presumably still time for more suitors.

In the quiet aftermath, once she was alone again, Tina started sobbing, not loudly, just enough for her voice to carry a slight whine. In the other room, a rather satisfied Samson heard the complaint. Not essentially caring about her state, he did wonder about what she was saying. He heard words along the lines of 'sorry mom', 'I'm such a slut', 'So full', 'come save me, mom' and other similar sentences.

What really got to Samson, however, was a little later on, as he kept listening, when he started hearing her moan, as if someone else was in the room with her or she was self-pleasing (except she was alone and tied up). And then, peering in, seeing her alone, exposed, he understood she was fantasizing, and it was turning her on. And the words she was saying were a revelation to the criminal, who couldn't believe his ears.

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[openmindedguy]

This is a lot of fun to read Horrible debauchery, but I say that with all the compliments I can muster So much fun, and there's always a new turn to the story, some expected and some not, but all good smut

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It was much later in the evening, past midnight, when Tina returned home. Thankfully, after her ordeal with Samson's gang (it was now obvious to her he had wanted to get some kind of revenge on her after she had played him by finding the money), she'd had only two more customers, and one of them had been a kind woman in her thirties, who had spent almost an hour and a half with her, untying her first, cuddling quite a bit before actually going for more sexual overtures. And her last partner, a young man she had never met, had also been relatively nicer in his approach.

Like every night this happened, Tina had only one desire: to get into the bath and clean herself up. She was hoping her mother wouldn't be in bed yet, but that was unlikely. Except that, tonight, she was still up. And she wasn't minding her time.

"Tina? Is that you?" Justine asked, as she heard the door open.
"Mom? Not in bed yet?"
"No dear. I'm in the computer room."

Tina dropped her purse on the table and walked over. She was surprise to see her mother naked, sitting on the chair, working on the computer. There was a still image on the screen, something overtly sexual, and it took a moment for Tina to figure out what it was.

"oh."
"Remember what I told you about the video?"
"Yes."
"I did my first video tonight."

For whatever reason, Tina felt angry inside. She kept it under wraps.

"How was it?" she asked her mother.
"It was... fine. I'm trying to set up my account on the website so I can post it up and people can start paying me."
"...do you need help?"
"Maybe. How was your evening?"

A moment's hesitation seemed like an eternity to Tina.

"Eventful," she managed to say. "I'm home now..."
"Problem with your boyfriend?" Justine asked, trying to be supportive.

Tina didn't answer. She moved into the room, motioning to sit on her mother's lap. Justine indulged her, caressing her hair and neck at the same time. Tina's eyes wandered to the still image.

"Can I... watch it with you?"
"Well..."

Justine hesitated. Then again, she knew her daughter was mature enough to understand these things.

"I won't judge," her daughter insisted.
"All right."

Justine rewinded the video and started it from the beginning. As the video unfolded, as Tina saw an anonymous male in the throes of sexual intercourse with her mother, jealousy ignited in her heart. All the while, Justine's hand slid against the back cloth of Tina's shirt.

"How long did you go at it?" Tina asked, her eyes glued to the screen.
"Roughly an hour..."

Something was heating up between Tina's legs. She tore her eyes from the screen to look at her mother, leaning in for a gentle kiss on her lips. But what should have been a chaste contact between them expanded as both mouths opened, and tongues interconnected. The embrace lasted over a minute, with mother and daughter swapping spit the whole time, until both pulled away, only to breathe.

"Mom...."
"...call me Justine, honey. Otherwise... I can't."
"Okay. Justine."

Tina started pulling her shirt off; her bra followed an instant later. Chests pressed against each other and the kissing resumed, more passionate than ever. After so much intimacy in the past few weeks, there was no denying the escalation anymore.

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Oh my god! Continue!

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The camera was aimed at the bed, but it wasn't rolling. If it had been, the sight it would have captured would have created ratings the likes of which the internet would not believe. Then again, perhaps the internet crowd would fail to get the context of what was happening.

Justine was on her back and Tina was on top of her, and they were kissing, not like mother and daughter, but like lovers could. An accumulation of frustrations, deceptions and violations had brought Tina to the brink, past her usual limits, and it now seemed to her the only place she could take this all out was with Justine. And Justine herself, already extremely aroused from her previous encounter in the night, not to mention the acceptance of her full-on devotion to her daughter, was going along with whatever Tina needed.

At present, Justine was fully naked, while Tina was merely topless. Their lips were intertwined; Justine was caressing Tina's back while Tina was pulling gently on her mother's hair; Tina's smaller breasts vanished in favor of Justine's as they pressed together; legs were also intertwined, perhaps of prelude of what was to be expected if this kept going further.

For a moment, Tina pulled away. Justine stared lovingly at her, ready to support her in whatever happened. Tina managed to utter a few words.

"I'm... a bad girl, m... Justine."

If anything was to happen here, it was Justine's only request, that the mention of her relationship with her daughter be eclipsed. Perhaps it was a psychological way of protecting herself against the taboo.

"Why do you say that?"

Tina needed to come clean. She needed to tell her mother about her slavery, how she had gotten into it, how it was consuming her life, and how badly she simply needed someone to love her unconditionally. The words tried to make it to the surface, but there was a sudden noise which drew their attention towards the door frame. What they saw brought no end of shock to their faces, Tina more than her mother.

"As I live and breathe," Samson whispered, staring at the two of them. "I would never have believed it had I not seen it myself..."

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The shock of seeing Samson at their room door did not subside as Justine spoke up, baffled.

"What are you doing here?"

Her first instinct was to push Tina out of the way to protect her, exposing herself in the process (not that she cared). She gave Samson an eyeful of her naked flesh and he took it, smirking.

"Tina, aren't you going to introduce me to your mother?"

Justine's voice sounded shrill to her daughter's ear.

"Who is this, Tina?"

Tina's eyes had filled with tears. She couldn't answer. She had been just about to come clean about everything when her tormentor had popped up.

"I'll tell you who I am, miss Flack..."
"Brant."
"Come again."
"I go by by maiden name..."

Why Justine had corrected Samson did not make sense. It had just seemed like the thing to do.

"Miss Brant, my name is Samson, and I'm the guy your daughter owes money to."
"Owed!" Tina managed to spit out. "I paid you."
"Paid you for what?" Justine inquired.
"Drugs."

Somehow, none of it surprised Justine. She wasn't even disappointed. On some level, she had known. She had simply refused to acknowledge it.

"And our business deal is far from over, Tina..."

Samson's voice was menacing. In the other room, Justine realized there was at least one other presence, keeping out of sight for the moment, surely an ally of this Samson.

"...Tina, did you pay the man what you owed?"
"I did! I owed four thousand dollars and I paid it!"

Elements of past weeks were coming into light for Justine. She should have been furious, but her daughter could do no wrong.

"Do you know what your daughter did to pay her debt, miss Brant?"

There was a moment of silence. Justine's answer surprised everyone else.

"Yes."

Tina was floored. How could her mother know what she had done? Was she bluffing? Samson was having the same reaction.

"...forget her," Tina added. "Look at me."

Indeed, it was hard not to, with her exquisite body on display.

"Leave my daughter out of this... from now on, you deal with me."
"Mom!"
"Shush."

There was no arguing with her, Tina suddenly realized. Her mother was much more powerful than she had ever imagined, confident and brazen, almost violent in her approach.

"Good... I can work with that," Samson sneered.
"So I ask again... what do you want, mister Samson?"

The question hung in the air for a moment, as Samson considered his next words.

[dareme1330]

Oooo the cliffhanger is killing me but very very good story!

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In the corner of the room, out-of-view from the camera, kneeling in the corner, facing the wall, a very naked Tina was nervously shaking. Her hands were tied behind her back with a silk rope. She also had a silk cloth gag over her mouth. She had been told to remain there, not to move at all until the deed was done. Terrified and terribly sad about what had transpired, she didn't have the strength to resist.

The camera was rolling and the video was being played directly on the screen. In the doorway, out-of-frame, Samson's two goons were blocking the path, looking on, getting an eyeful. Samson, however, was truly enjoying the fruits of his arrogance. The video of his encounter with Justine was being filmed, already thirty minutes in length. He was in the last throes of his sexual performance, about to burst.

"Fuck," he spoke through the heaving, "I'm gonna paint your face..."

An agreement had been reached. While there was no argument that Tina had indebted herself to Samson and his organization in the past, there would be no more claims to collect any money - or anything - from Tina herself. Any current and future dealings would go through Justine herself. Having little to offer as colateral, Justine had offered herself, and Samson had lustfully accepted. A titjob combined with a blowjob at first, then some finger fucking from Samson, all the way down to all doggy-style penetration, ending with a bout of anal play and penetration, had taken Samson to his limit. He pulled out of Justine's ass, tossed the condom aside (the last piece of the agreement) and jerked himself onto Justine's face.

"So divine..." he mused.

Justine took it in stride, going as far as cleaning him up with her tongue.

"...we're gonna have to do this again."
"If you swear never to touch my girl again, we can talk about it," Justine told him.
"Feeling competitive?" he joked.

The gaze she gave him told him to avoid making more jokes on the matter. Despite his dominance, she might do something they would both regret, so he decided to play it cool.

"I don't need her if I have your sweet body... now, could you take care of my men?"

Two handjobs and more spunk in Justine's face and breast later, the trio of criminals left the apartment with a video recording of what had just happened. Justine got up, locked the door, then returned to the cinema room.

"Tina, come here."

Tina got up from her spot from which she had barely moved for the length of the scene, walking to her mother, head bowed in shame. Justine's demeanor was cold.

"All right, Tina. You are going to tell me everything about everything... I've been more than honest with you, so it's time for you to come clean."

And so she did. Tina explained about her previous pusher and their arrangement, Samson coming in, the forced blowjob, the debt, becoming a sex slave to the Rat Pack, just how many partners she had entertained, and the length of her contract with the Rat Pack (three weeks remained). All the while, Justine listened, not passing judgment, waiting for the story to finish.

"All right Tina... no more secrets between us. Ever."
"Yes mom..."
"No. You call me Justine from now on."
"Okay, Justine..."
"Good. Now... lick my face and chest. Lick them clean."

Three partners. Samson and his two goons. So far, Justine hadn't bothered cleaning their semen off her body. It had mostly dried up. However disgusted Tina might have felt about it, she lowered her head and began to lick and eat up the semen off her mother' body. That kind of power (her daughter's hands were still tied behind her back) made Justine feel empowered, and the sensation of her daughter's tongue and lips across her chest and face was all but too much.

Once all of it was clean, Justine rewarded her daughter with a long, passionate kiss. Tina smiled.

"I'm so sorry, mom..."
"Don't apologize, Tina. Things happened and... we'll work with them."

Indeed, Justine's mind was suddenly racing at newfound possibilities, ideas she would never had considered before. But so much had changed in the past few weeks...

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Just wow. Please continue.

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Saturday morning came around too quickly for Justine. Her sleep had not been restful. After the events of the previous night - and there was no denying their reality - Justine was feeling ill. Not in her body. In her mind. The intrusion and subsequent assault by Samson and his two goons had taken its toll on her psyche. She had suspected her daughter of being sexually active (not that it mattered then) but she had never anticipated the depth at which she had fallen.

Tina was sleeping somewhat peacefully when Justine got out of bed. She kissed her forehead and headed back to the camera room, where she loaded both of the videos she had shot the previous day. The first one had been with August Rand, her landlord. The second one had been with Samson, the drug dealer (and he had taken a copy for himself, perhaps as a form of insurance). In order to protect her daughter, she had allowed him to have his way with her body, going as far as to violate her anally. Oddly, watching the videos didn't make Justine horny at all, as she would have expected. She could have been watching a cooking show.

Decisions had to be made. It was obvious Samson wouldn't let this go. The latino man was connected to the underworld scene, a true villain in the modern sense of the word, a man who used his power and influence to get his way. He was not evil. He was simply a man who believed in his absolute superiority over others.

"I can't talk to August or Pinky about it," Justine told herself.

There was one person with whom she could inquire. Jaylee Porter. The fellow dancer from her last job. She would have asked the owner as well, except he was in jail. After all, pushers had been running drugs in his bar.

Before all this could be done, the issue of Tina needed to be addressed. Justine had thought long and hard about it before going to bed, and her mind was made up. She waited for her daughter to join her in the kitchen, around eleven in the morning. Both women were naked now - any pretense at modesty had eroded last night. Justine motioned for Tina to sit and, still feeling guilty, Tina complied without a word.

"So," Justine hazarded, "we're going to have to deal with the fallout of all this..."
"Yes, Justine."

She remembered, the mother thought. She had asked her to stop talking to her as her mother - in order to facilitate what they now both had to do in order to get through this.

"You have three weeks left to your contract with your boys, correct?"
"Yes."
"What are they asking you to do exactly?"
"...to sleep with people they bring me. Or themselves."
"How many people do you run in a night?"

Tina hesitated, not because she was shy, but because she wasn't certain of the numbers.

"I've only done it... three times. Except for noon blowjobs at school."
"And on average, those three nights?"
"Maybe... ten people. Mostly men. A few women."

Justine appreciated the honesty, for a change.

"Okay. Listen to me, Tina... you got herself in that mess, so you will get yourself through it. You will continue to... service them."
"Yes, Justine."

If her mother demanded it, Tina would brave the demons of hell themselves.

"If that Samson ever gets close to you - or his goons - you tell those guys from the RatPack he doesn't touch you anymore."
"Okay."
"And if they won't listen, you tell me so I can talk to them."

That comment made Tina shiver; she imagined a conversation between her mother and the RatPack and the various ways it could go...

"Today, I want you to stay home. Clean the apartment, top-to-bottom. I'm going out."
"Okay."
"I'll bring back supper too. You lock the door and let no one in, period. And if Samson comes back, you call the police."
"The police?"
"Yes. You are a minor. He raped you. It doesn't matter if it was consensual... Now, we won't play that card unless he defies our agreement. Understand."
"Yes, Justine."

Tina was resigned in her fate. Whatever her mother wanted, she would do. Her mother's next instruction, however, completely threw her.

"One last thing... when I get back around five, later, I want you to be in our bed, naked, and blind-folded, laying on your back. Clear?"
"Yes!"

It suddenly dawned on Tina that perhaps, those unattainable desires were going to drive their evolving relationship, and the thought of it made her tremble all over. And Justine, although she said nothing, felt the same way.

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Originally Posted by interesting

Saturday morning came around too quickly for Justine. Her sleep had not been restful. After the events of the previous night - and there was no denying their reality - Justine was feeling ill. Not in her body. In her mind. The intrusion and subsequent assault by Samson and his two goons had taken its toll on her psyche. She had suspected her daughter of being sexually active (not that it mattered then) but she had never anticipated the depth at which she had fallen.

Tina was sleeping somewhat peacefully when Justine got out of bed. She kissed her forehead and headed back to the camera room, where she loaded both of the videos she had shot the previous day. The first one had been with August Rand, her landlord. The second one had been with Samson, the drug dealer (and he had taken a copy for himself, perhaps as a form of insurance). In order to protect her daughter, she had allowed him to have his way with her body, going as far as to violate her anally. Oddly, watching the videos didn't make Justine horny at all, as she would have expected. She could have been watching a cooking show.

Decisions had to be made. It was obvious Samson wouldn't let this go. The latino man was connected to the underworld scene, a true villain in the modern sense of the word, a man who used his power and influence to get his way. He was not evil. He was simply a man who believed in his absolute superiority over others.

"I can't talk to August or Pinky about it," Justine told herself.

There was one person with whom she could inquire. Jaylee Porter. The fellow dancer from her last job. She would have asked the owner as well, except he was in jail. After all, pushers had been running drugs in his bar.

Before all this could be done, the issue of Tina needed to be addressed. Justine had thought long and hard about it before going to bed, and her mind was made up. She waited for her daughter to join her in the kitchen, around eleven in the morning. Both women were naked now - any pretense at modesty had eroded last night. Justine motioned for Tina to sit and, still feeling guilty, Tina complied without a word.

"So," Justine hazarded, "we're going to have to deal with the fallout of all this..."
"Yes, Justine."

She remembered, the mother thought. She had asked her to stop talking to her as her mother - in order to facilitate what they now both had to do in order to get through this.

"You have three weeks left to your contract with your boys, correct?"
"Yes."
"What are they asking you to do exactly?"
"...to sleep with people they bring me. Or themselves."
"How many people do you run in a night?"

Tina hesitated, not because she was shy, but because she wasn't certain of the numbers.

"I've only done it... three times. Except for noon blowjobs at school."
"And on average, those three nights?"
"Maybe... ten people. Mostly men. A few women."

Justine appreciated the honesty, for a change.

"Okay. Listen to me, Tina... you got herself in that mess, so you will get yourself through it. You will continue to... service them."
"Yes, Justine."

If her mother demanded it, Tina would brave the demons of hell themselves.

"If that Samson ever gets close to you - or his goons - you tell those guys from the RatPack he doesn't touch you anymore."
"Okay."
"And if they won't listen, you tell me so I can talk to them."

That comment made Tina shiver; she imagined a conversation between her mother and the RatPack and the various ways it could go...

"Today, I want you to stay home. Clean the apartment, top-to-bottom. I'm going out."
"Okay."
"I'll bring back supper too. You lock the door and let no one in, period. And if Samson comes back, you call the police."
"The police?"
"Yes. You are a minor. He raped you. It doesn't matter if it was consensual... Now, we won't play that card unless he defies our agreement. Understand."
"Yes, Justine."

Tina was resigned in her fate. Whatever her mother wanted, she would do. Her mother's next instruction, however, completely threw her.

"One last thing... when I get back around five, later, I want you to be in our bed, naked, and blind-folded, laying on your back. Clear?"
"Yes!"

It suddenly dawned on Tina that perhaps, those unattainable desires were going to drive their evolving relationship, and the thought of it made her tremble all over. And Justine, although she said nothing, felt the same way.

That really escalated! Tina's gonna be naked and bilndfolded! Make them make out! Make them make out!

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"What do you want, exactly?" Jaylee asked again.

Justine had sought her out. After last night's run-in with Samson and his goons, she needed to know more about many things. The strip club where the both of them had worked had been shut down on drug-related charges. Jaylee herself had confided to Justine (back then) that she consumed every so often.

"Do you know this Samson fellow?"
"I'm sorry. I can't say I do."

They were in Jaylee's apartment. The unexpected visit had almost turned out bad, due to Jaylee's boyfriend obsessive behavior. His reaction was odd: he didn't mind it that his girlfriend stripped for strangers but letting her have a friend had almost led to a physical confrontation. Jaylee had appeased her husband by promising him they would remain in view at all times. He was sitting in the living room, watching some mechanics show very loud, and the girls were speaking low enough that he couldn't hear their conversation.

"Dammit. I need some... leverage."
"You in it bad?"
"I suppose so. I was hoping to find a way to get him off my back... literally in this case."
"Oh!"

Jaylee seemed understanding, but there was little she could do.

"Do you still dance?" Justine asked.
"Yep. New place. The Dragon Lounge, in Chinatown. Big tippers, except they like to touch."
"I thought the rule was no touching..." she whispered, looking back her boyfriend.
"They don't. They just like to."
"Oh!"

Jaylee wanted to help. Justine hadn't worked with her long, but she was a good person, a rare breed in this business.

"Maybe I have something, maybe not."
"Go on?"
"At the Dragon Lounge, there's my... purveyor of goods. A real gentleman. Isaac."
"He could help?"
"Maybe not, but he might know who could. If you came to work for us, that Samson guy couldn't touch you. You'd be protected."
"But he might touch my daughter... he might even assault me outside of the club."

Jaylee considered the words but it didn't change her idea.

"I still think you should meet up with Isaac. He won't touch you unless he pays for it. No trading favors, either."

Considering the arrangement Tina had made with her previous pusher and how that had turned out, Justine understood Isaac's choice.

"All right... I have another request."
"Sure."
"...where can I find a... respectable escort?"

The question surprised Jaylee, but she had worked in the field long enough to have an answer.