For The Right Price by Cyr

The apartment was almost pitch black save for a handful of tea candles that illuminated a trail leading down the hallway from the living room. It wasn't the first time Candy had arrived at a house only to find that the client had gone out of their way to spruce their place up. She honestly didn't care about stuff like that. It seemed pointless. It wasn't as if this was gonna be some sort of romantic evening. She was a prostitute. A very well paid prostitute for this particular job, but a prostitute nonetheless.

"Hello? Anybody home? Your eleven pm appointment is here!" The john had paid her in advance to show up at this address. She didn't usually make housecalls because the city could be dangerous for people like her. Knowing her luck she'd be the unfortunate one to get some sort of wacko who would dump her in a hole and make her put the lotion on the skin. She was smart though. She knew the dangers of the job and prepared adequately for them. The purse on her shoulder carried the bare necessities: A cheap throwaway phone, cigarettes, lighter, pepper spray, extra panties, make-up, gum, and ten dollars. Nothing worth getting robbed for and nothing she'd miss if it got taken from her. There were people who knew where she was so if she didn't come back then people would know where to start looking.

Candy decided to follow the trail of candles, figuring that the guy thought he was being clever. If these candles lead a bed covered in roses or something stupid like that then she'd just walk out. The candles stopped at a door down the hallway. A messy handwritten note instructed her to go inside. She quickly smoothed down her miniskirt and applied a fresh coat of lipstick, then knocked politely and pushed the door open.

The room was dark. It was closer to pitch black. The light from the tea candles in the hallway didn't even penetrate it. Instinctively she reached out to the nearest wall hoping to find a light switch. And then something grabbed her wrist. She yelped and tried to pull away but the grip on her arm was firm and she was yanked into the pitch black room. She could hear the door slam behind her cutting off any escape. Candy fumbled for the mace in her purse with her free hand but her attacker took that hand too and wrestled it up above her head.

House calls were the worst. The prostitute squinted, attempting to peer into the darkness to see her attacker. She heard him breathing but she still could not discern what he looked like. His skin was warm but at the same time damp like a clammy handshake. "H-Hey! Let go of me, you asshole! What the fu-" Her voice was cut off by the surprise of being lifted off her feet. She yelled and struggled, peddling her legs in midair and kicking her feet until one of her boots slipped off and made a clunk noise as it bounced on the floor. Something grabbed her ankle and she kicked at it in futility with the boot that was still on her other foot.

The attacker didn't say a word. The sound of his deep breathing was the only noise that Candy heard besides her own cries. Soon those too were silenced as something warm, wet, and fleshy pressed against her lips. He was trying to put something in her mouth! She clenched her teeth in rebellion against the attacker, refusing to let him do it. Something warm and moist covered her chin and cheeks as he repeatedly tried to pry open her jaw and slip into her mouth. When she didn't comply he gripped her throat and squeezed. She couldn't breathe and panic overcame her. She wrestled with her restrained limbs and lashed out with her free leg in desperation until it too was captured and held as tight.

Candy couldn't hold her breath but a few moments before the grip around her throat forced her lips to part in a needful gasp for air. She stole one breath before she found her mouth suddenly stretched open and occupied by something slimy and flesh-like in texture. She wretched as it hit the back of her throat. It didn't stop though, inching back and forth across her tongue until its slime-coated length managed to slip down her throat.

It was hard to think. It was hard to do anything but choke and sputter and gasp for air as she was throat fucked by her attacker. Pitiful squelching noises bubbled from her mouth. Drool and something thicker bubbled out of the corners of her lips and ran down her chin and neck as he pumped back and forth. Her tongue was pinned to the bottom of her jaw. She couldn't swallow. It had nowhere else to go but out. He still didn't make a sound. Just that same rhythmic, heavy breathing in a room of utter darkness.

Candy was spared the dangers and indignities of being choked into unconsciousness. No. Her attacker wanted her aware, wanted to hear her gasping, feel her body writhing in its struggles.  The flesh in her throat withdrew, pulling up an impressive amount of slimy ooze that puddled on the floor beneath her elevated body.  As the woman coughed and sputtered she felt her limbs being tugged. She was lifted up, reclined, and her legs were pulled apart by strength greater than her own. Something firm in the dark prodded between her legs and frotted against her panties. A staccato cry pierced the darkness as the thin fabric of her undergarments was violently ripped down her thighs. The cheap cotton snapped half way down her legs and the ruins were left in bunched up scraps around her calf.

With no flimsy cloth barrier separating Candy from her attacker, her sex was roughly penetrated, likely by the same thing that forced its way into her mouth before. He wasn't trepidatious or even gentle, pounding hard and fast into her tight hole. There was nothing but blackness, deep breathing, and the familiar sounds of frantic penetration.  Much to the prostitute's surprise she felt something fishing around her backside. Something firm and wet exploring near her ass.

"Whoa! St-" Her cries grew muffled once more as something fat slipped past her lips once more to silence her. She yelped and groaned as her asshole was suddenly pried apart. With every limb restrained  and every hole occupied, Candy became little more than an object on which her attacker could vent his lusts. Time was meaningless as she was taken countless times, every which way and in every which hole. Her pussy and ass were leaky wrecks and her mouth had been occupied so long that it went from tired to almost numb. She blacked out somewhere around the sixth time she choked and vacated the slime and saliva in her throat.

When Candy woke up again the first thing she noticed was that she could see. She was in a bedroom... her bedroom, at her apartment. The sun was shining bright through the blinds that decorated the window. She was on the floor, curled up next to the bed that was still made from the last time she slept in it . She moved to her hands and knees to get up and instantly regretted it as a wave of nausea struck her.

"Son of a bitch..." She groaned and clenched her teeth as she used the edge of the nearby bed to get herself up to her feet. Candy found her purse sitting on her dresser next to the boot that had fallen off during her earlier struggles.  She groaned and muttered indignantly to herself while she fished through the bag to make sure all the contents were there. It wasn't until she took out her fresh panties to change out the ones that got destroyed that she realized the used, ripped once weren't on her anymore.

"Fuckin' pervert shoggoths..." The prostitute lit up one of her cigarettes and looked herself over in a nearby body mirror. Her stomach was a bit swollen and she grumbled some more. Bastard didn't pay for eggs. It wasn't as if she would give birth but it felt like she had eaten too much at a buffet. Hell, she looked like she had eaten too much at a buffet. The woman had half a mind to go back to the address she was given to demand some hazard pay but after checking the balance of her bank account she decided to let it slide. It wasn't as if she would give birth to little Lovecraftian horrors or anything. The biology wasn't compatible. However she was gonna have a fun time trying to expel these things from inside her for the rest of the day. Whatever she swallowed probably wouldn't be an issue, but she just knew she was going to be regret trying to get rid of the ones from her ass.

Candy tossed her soiled clothing into a pile at the corner of her bedroom. She'd figure out if she wanted to wash or burn them later. A minute later she was on the can with her good phone in hand, ready for the long haul. She'd checked her messages and put in a few rounds of Tetris when the device alerted her to an incoming call. Another one of her regular clients. She picked it up and answered it casually. Nobody had to know she was in the bathroom.

"Hello? Hey... Yeah... Tonight? How many? Yeah, I can do that, but it'll cost you..."