Chapter 1 - Skum

 This city got worse by the day. 

 Zoe gazed through the tinted windows of the Mercedes at the small camp of homeless in the alleyway where they set up their tents along with a small fire. Long ago, she was inclined to feel bad for them, until she realized that every dime given their way went to booze, and that the sob stories were all made-up bullshit. 

 A businesswoman holding the hands of her young daughter passed by on the sidewalk, only for the two homeless men standing by to stare after her ass, one of them going so far as to reach down to the stained pants that did nothing to hide his erection. 

“I feel so bad for these people,” said Tom. “The mayor should really help them somehow.” 

 Zoe turned her head to look at her fiance. He wasn’t even thirty, yet he had achieved most of what anyone could want. He was a fairytale prince from a wealthy family, with piercing eyes and a strong jawline, an athletic body that he worked on every day of the week, and even a full head of hair. He had started his own company before he left college, and now he was on top of the world. And more importantly… he was about to marry an incredible woman.

 She smiled at him, trying to keep back the irony. “You’re sweet.” 

 He glanced at her. “I mean, don’t you think so?”

“Yes, sweetheart, I agree. We should help the homeless.” By putting them down and making the streets safe once more.

 Tom sighed and kept craning his neck to look at the light. “This is taking forever. I think we should start taking the subway.”

“Are you crazy? The subway is full of lowlifes and degenerates.” 

“No, it’s not!” he said, laughing in earnest. “Most of my employees take the subway. We should too. Do you know how much pollution cars cause? There are cities in Europe that have banned cars altogether.” 

“Thank Christ we don’t live in Europe,” she said, drumming her fingers on the leather holder of her seat.

 Tom sought her eyes and flashed her a Hollywood smile. “Hey, go easy on yourself. You’re so stressed today.” He reached out and put a strong, manicured hand on her thighs, running his fingertips over her $300 stockings. “I’m going to rip these apart if you’re bad.” 

 Zoe smiled at last. “I’m just worried about the wedding.” 

“What’s there to be worried about? It’s just going to be us and my folks.” 

“Even so.” In a way, Zoe found it deeply disrespectful that he left his parents in charge of everything. For one, Zoe couldn’t stand his mother for always looking at her as if she were trash. Worse still, he knew that her parents were dead, and how much family stuff triggered her. It’s almost like he doesn’t know me at all. 

 The rest of the ride went smoothly once they got past the traffic on the main street, and Tom went on to talk about his plans for the weekend, and how they should go have a picnic. Zoe nodded along, still staring out the window at the shithole of a city and the thousands of homeless that roamed the streets, wishing things were different.

 It was so easy for Tom to talk about his family. It must’ve been nice - to know there was someone out there that would always care for you no matter what. She knew it was, because she used to have just that. The best parents in the world, loving grandparents, amazing siblings. And now they were gone. Dead. All of them except her uncle, the one nobody liked, the convicted fucking rapist and junkie fuck that only brought shame and drama to the family, and made Zoe feel so ashamed that she paid him to change his name. A few days ago, her secretary, Diana, had taken a look at the wedding invitations and called her lucky. Yup, without a family and scarred for life. I’m the luckiest girl in the world. 

 Tom parked the car in front of the firm and gave her a goodbye kiss and the promise of a romantic evening to come. Zoe got out, straightening her skirt, then moved hurriedly in her heels towards the entrance, where the black guard opened the door and ushered her inside with a knowing nod. 

 She had the affection at almost everyone in the building, and she knew that if she tried she could make it big by thirty and seal her career’s fortunes. Granted, most of the guys in here just wanted to fuck her, but that was okay. So long as Zoe put a playful hand on their arm and shoulder, it was enough for the thirsty bastards to keep throwing her alone. 

 At twenty-four, she was still a prime piece of ass, with a bubble butt, perfect round breasts, lacquered waves of dark hair, and the blue eyes of an ice queen. This wasn’t any gift from above. She worked out every day, ate healthy, and bought the most expensive skincare there was. You weren’t just lucky to get a thigh gap. You earned it. 

 She went up to her office to find Diana watching Netflix and eating candy. “I hope those weren’t for me,” said Zoe.

 Diana went ashen. “Y-You said you don’t--”

“I don’t eat chocolate, I know. Doesn’t mean you have my permission to eat it.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

 Zoe leafed through the documents prepped for her to take inside. “I don’t give a fuck if you’re sorry. Just don’t let it happen again.”

“You can just take them from my salary.” 

 Zoe laughed grimly, unable to contain her amusement. “What did you say?” 

 The doe-eyed blonde looked up trying to appear confident. “If it’s so bad, just take it from my pay.” 

“How much do you make, Diana? Thirty-thousand, a year, at best? You know what this is? This is the Royal Book by Debauve & Gallais. You know how much this is? $2000. You want to pay me $2000? All right, I’ll take it from your pay.”

“W-Wait, miss…” Tears were coming to her eyes and she stuttered. “I-I d-didn’t know…” 

“I ordered them for my mother-in-law. Well, future mother-in-law.” Not that she deserves them. “You do not open packages without my consent..” 

 Diana started sobbing. Zoe picked up her documents and went into her office. 

“Wait!” Diana called out, just before the door closed.

 Zoe didn’t look back. “Yes?” 

“M…” She struggled to form the words. “Mr. Rosenberg said to see him in his office.” 

 Her boss. Well, at least that was one guy Zoe knew what to expect of. There was never a time when they met that he didn’t flirt with her in some way and make it abundantly clear that he wanted to fuck her. When he first found out that she was getting married, the fat little weasel started giving her the worst assignments; but when he saw that his attempts to put her down failed, he quickly changed tactics and became supportive and generous instead.

 Zoe freshened up in her private bathroom and appraised her own body. She lifted up her skirt, gazing at the long and shapely legs, and thigh gap that she was so proud of. It was a shame she needed to wear a skirt. She sprayed on a little more perfume and touched up her lashes, then left without glancing at Diana and hit the elevator to go to the top floor.  

 Lisa, Rosenberg’s attentive and much-superior secretary, politely and warmly asked her to sit down for a bit. She was tall and black, and the dreads that came down her shoulder gave her a cyberpunk look. Every time she stood up, even Zoe couldn’t help but look at the strong calves and the hard and round butt cheeks that nudged through the skirt. Her boss said Lisa was a top athlete before an injury, and that much was clear. 

 I need to work out more, thought Zoe. Nothing was worse than seeing others outperforming her. Especially some random black girl that might have been from the ghetto. I come from a good family.  

 Lisa got up and opened the door to the boss’ office, smiling, “Mr. Rosenberg will see you now.”

 Zoe walked slowly, keeping her eyes in contact with her despite the height difference between them. “Merci.” 

 Rosenberg’s office was the kind of den a man that never planned to leave it would build. The wall behind his desk were entirely made of glass, while a massive antique desk stood before it. He had plants, huge bookshelves, and even a pond with koi that he liked to feed. One of the doors led to a small private cinema he used with company members, with luxurious leathery seats and a top-of-the-line screen. Zoe remembered going there with him. Rosenberg had made her watch a movie from the 40s while explaining its finer meaning, all the while running his fingers on the inside of her thigh. It was when she got promoted to her current job. 

“Zoe, Zoe!” he cried. “Sorry to call you in so unexpectedly.” 

“No problem at all. It’s been a while.” 

 He nodded. “Well, busy times, you know? Merger and all. Come here.” 

 Zoe strolled over slowly to stands beside him, looking at the cityscape beyond. Rosenberg put one of his sausage fingers against the glass, pointing at one of the skyscrapers in the distance. “What if I told you that building holds your future?” 

 She gave him a long look. There were black spots on his nose and a single strand of hair emerging from his nostrils. So much money, and he still looked like shit. And he seriously thought he had a chance with her? In your dreams, buddy. “I’m not sure what that means.”

“My partners and I are going to buy it, Zoe. Start a new venture - unrelated to this one, of course. And I need the right person to head it. So I thought of you.” Just like that, his hand came to rest on her upper back. “You know I think highly of you.” It trailed down slowly, till it reached her the upper part of her ass, where the curve began to swell. 

“What about my job here?” 

“Zoe, Zoe… We’re talking a top-dog position here. What do you make now, just over a hundred grand? I’m not talking about doubling your salary or even tripling it. I’m talking about moving it by another digit, sweetheart.” 

Sweetheart. What a condescending fucking term. It was one thing when Tom used it, but when this literal goblin started calling her that, she wanted nothing more than to bash his head in. “And why would I get this position?” 

 His hand went even lower, until his palm cupped one asscheek and moved over to caress the other. Never before had he been so brazen. “Because as I said, I trust you.” 

 Zoe suppressed a sigh and looked out again at the building. A bigger salary would be nice, without a doubt. No matter how much she made, it never seemed to be enough. Everything was just so goddamn expensive. Only going out shopping for some new clothes every other weekend would put a ten/twenty-thousand dollar dent in her savings. And while Tom had practically infinite funds, Zoe refused to take anything from him until they were legally wed. 

“I won’t deny it, it sounds nice.” 

 The old man gave her ass a gentle squeeze. “It does, doesn’t it? There’s only one thing, though… You see, the partners are looking for someone young and full of energy. Someone without any other obligations.” 

 So there it was. This was his offer to keep her from being married. As nice as a million dollar salary sounded, it was nothing compared to being married to a man that was already in the hundreds of millions club and soon to be a billionaire if his parents passed away. Not to mention that being the slave of this creature was hardly appealing. 

“You know, marriages just aren’t so reliable,” he went on. “Nowadays it’s better for a woman to be independent and look to her own career.” 

“I’ll think about it,” she said, sighing deeply. 

 She went back to her office, leaving Rosenberg standing there like a disappointed child. Did he think she would say yes? I’m not some cheap whore.  

 When she returned to her office, Diana was before the door accompanied by one of the security guys. “Is there a problem?” 

 Diana took her aside. “Miss, it’s that man, again.”

“What man?” 

“You know… The one you said to notify you if he showed up.” 

 Her uncle. Right. He hadn’t come around to beg in about a year’s time, so she should have seen this coming. “Have the guard show him inside, but keep it on the down-low.” 

“Yes, miss.” 

 Zoe was only twelve when her whole family died in the plane crash. To die in your own private jet. No doubt that would seem pleasantly ironic to the scum. Either way, the entire fortune had been squandered. Not by her uncle, since even his inheritance proved to be minuscule. But the vast amount had been given to charities. Hundreds of millions that were supposed to be Zoe’s, just taken away and given to others, while she had to find a way to save the little she got to pay for college and all that she needed.

 Her uncle wasted his in no time, and then lost his wife and job on top of it. It was only after she was nearly done with college that he out of jail on good behavior, then came to find Zoe in order to ask for forgiveness and, of course, cash.

 She sat down and waited for him to come in, hoping that this time he would at least have the decency to come in sober and without a giant piss stain. Thankfully, when the guard brought him in he looked… decent. Fat and disheveled, but not quite homeless.

“Uncle.” 

“Zoe…” 

“You look better.” 

“Oh, thanks… I’ve been through some places. They took good care of me.”

“Good. Good to hear.” 

 He stood there awkwardly. “I heard you were getting married.”

“I am.” 

“Congratulations.” He seemed to want to say something more. “You don’t… want me there?” 

“Want you there? I mean…” She wasn’t sure what to say. No, she didn’t want him there; but she hadn’t even considered his presence a possibility. 

“Your father would’ve wanted me to walk you down the aisle,” he said, speaking with a clarity unknown to him in the past. “We’re family, Zoe.” 

“I don’t know… This is a formal thing.”

“I’m better now, girl. Look at me. I’ve been sober for almost a year. Next month they’re gonna give me my award.” 

 Zoe sighed and leaned into her chair. Despite his mistakes, she did feel bad refusing him outright. If he could be sober and behaved himself, it wouldn’t take much to get him looking decent. And she could still remember her uncle from when she was young, when he was still charming and normal and everyone thought he was the real star of the family. 

“I’ll have to talk about it to my fiance.” 

 Tom grinned. “I’d like that.” 

 Zoe felt stressed and heated over a sudden. She opened the tight buttons of her blazer and let the pressure on her chest loosen up. She hated wearing a bra, especially for such long hours, when the suit was tight enough as it was. She could feel the pressure in her back and shoulders unwind as she threw her chest forwards and took a deep breath.

 She needed a drink. She reached down the drawer and pulled out a bottle of champagne. “Would you like a--” 

 Her uncle stared at her intensely. Zoe looked at the bottle then back to him. “Wow, I am so sorry. I have no idea what went through my head.” She meant to put it back in when the phone rang. Her future mother-in-law. 

“Sorry, wait a second. I need to take this.” 

 Zoe got up and went towards the corner window, speaking in a low tone. She might as well ask her now about her uncle. 

“Zoe. Good morning,” the old woman said.

“Good morning…”

“Tom sent me the flower arrangement you picked out and I’m only wondering, are you sure this is what you want?” 

 The condescending tone said it all. “I’m not sure,” she said, trying to stay affable. “I just picked what seemed right at the time.”

“Then, if you don’t mind I think I’ll put some more work into it. You only get married once, after all.” 

“Yes… Speaking of, I would like to ask you something. I would like to invite this relative of mine but… well he’s had problems in the past. He’s rehabilitated now, but he’s not exactly high society.” 

“It’s not like we’re only inviting high society,” the old woman said, with a tone that sounded as if Zoe herself didn’t represent that to her. “Does he want to lead you down the aisle?” 

“Yes, he-- aaa~” 

“Zoe? Are you all right?” 

 His hands were wrapped around her stomach. She could feel her uncle’s crotch grinding against her from behind, while his hands quickly slid all the way up to her breasts and gave them a squeeze, her young flesh yielding to his tantalizing touch, shivers going down her spine.

“Uhhh~” Zoe tried to get away from him while keeping her composure. She could feel her pussy tingling in response and her heart beating in her ears. She needed to stop him… He was touching her.. “Yes.” 

“You don’t sound okay.” 

 He pushed her against the wall, pinning her against it while his fingers went down to rub her pussy. She suppressed a hot moan and felt her back buckling a she wanted to surrender to his dirty fingers. No… No I can’t… He’s my uncle! What is he doing? Zoe shivered and lost one of her heels as she kicked at him. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered. “I love you.” 

“Zoe?” Tom’s mother went on.

“Wait, sorry, I’ll call you right back. My boss is right outside the door.” 

 Her future mother-in-law sighed with disappointment. “Well, all right.”

 Once it was done, Zoe dropped her phone started hitting him with both hands, pushing back her feelings of arousal. The heat that emanated from between her legs threatened to melt away her brain and last judgment. “Get off of me! Get the fuck off of me! Dia--” 

 Her uncle put a hand over her mouth and tripped her down onto the floor. He dropped down with her, pinning her down with his weight, his one hand over her mouth as his over pulled on her panties to rip them apart, his hair of his fingers tickling her ass they passed over the soft skin of her butt. 

 There was no way about it. Zoe reached to her side where she had her pager and hit the emergency button. 

 Her uncle reached up and snapped her shirt open. The buttons went flying, and her round breasts trembled as his old fingers moved over them. “You’re so gorgeous, Zoe.” 

 The door burst open and Diana came in. She screamed, then ran over and grabbed the bottle and smashed it over her uncle’s head. The champagne and bits of glass poured over her face, but Zoe finally pushed him off. 

 She jumped to her feet, her chest shaking with panic and tears coming down her face. People were going to do this. She felt so confused. So… aroused. And agry. “Shut the door!” she screamed. “Diana, shut the fucking door!” 

 The blonde obeyed, unable to look away from her uncle lying on the floor. 

 Zoe attempted to close her shirt and jacket but her fingers jerked too much to do it. Instead, she held her jacket closed with one hand, then dropped down to the floor and picked the largest piece of glass she could find. She kicked him twice in the head, then put her knee down into his chest. 

“Look at me.” His eyes avoided contact. “Look at me!” she barked. 

 At last, his wide eyes come over to her. Blood trickled down his nose. “Zoe, I’m--” 

“You touch me again, and I’m going to fucking kill you.” She brought the glass up to his neck. “Get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see you ever again.” 

 Tears came to his eyes. “Zoe, please, I’m--” 

 She brought the corner of the glass into his face and opened a wound from his eye down his cheek. He screamed, but that felt good to do. Zoe got up and took a few steps back, trying to gain her composure. “Take him out.” 

 Diana was shaken with fear. “But, he’s bleeding…”

“Clean him up first. Do whatever you want. Just get him the fuck out of here.” 

 She locked herself into the bathroom and cleaned herself up, unable to believe that he piece of shit could do that to her. He felt me up… He… A pang of arousal passed through her by surprise. It had been so long since she had done anything that even this was getting her aroused. The wedding is so soon… I just need to be a little patient…

 After he was gone, Zoe came out and resumed her work, though her mind couldn’t get past the fact that her own uncle did that to her. If not for the alarm she strapped to her thigh then no one would’ve come in. He would’ve finished what he started and God forbid leave her pregnant. 

 She could no longer focus. She got up and decided to leave work early. They would bitch, but she no longer cared. Soon enough she wouldn’t be working here anyway. Or anywhere else for that matter. But it was only when she got outside that she realized she had no cash on. Nothing. Tom was supposed to pick her up after work, but since he was busy at his own job now, that meant she needed to improvise - or beg. 

 She called him up repeatedly but it kept ringing busy. He must be in a meeting or something… She thought of calling his mother but that was too much. She didn’t need anyone’s bitch, let alone that woman’s pretentious nonsense. She went around trying to find a cab or a while, but none of them would take her unless she had the money on her. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, I just need you to drive me to my fiance’s office. He can pay the rest.” 

 But they still just raised the window in her face. Fucking animals. 

 There was, unfortunately, no alternative but to take the dreaded subway. Just approaching it was enough to fill Zoe with a sense of the vileness that was to come. The entrance to the underground was flanked by two degenerates. Each one of them looked at her at length, and then caressed her with their eyes as she passed, the latter of the two even going so far as to follow her as she rushed down the stairs.

 What the fuck? This creep… How is nobody arresting these people? 

 The waiting area was no better, and as soon as she stood there she thought she stood out like a diamond would in a pile of shit. Not only were there tons of drunks gathered to board the next train, but some homeless as well. One, she could see, even had a shopping cart with him filled to the bill with empty bottles. 

 A buff black guy in an officer’s uniform stood by, playing on his smartphone. Well, nice fucking job you’re doing. Zoe went over to him, and tried to put on a smile. “Excuse me, sir, but there are homeless people here.” 

 He gave her a look and then looked at them. “So?” 

“Should they just be allowed to stand here?”

“They’re people just like you,” he said pointedly. 

 Zoe laughed out loud at the ridiculousness of this statement. “Is that a joke?” 

 But there was no time to get his answer. She slithered past a few of the people standing at the front of the platform and boarded first, eager to find a place for herself among normal people. The normal people were nowhere to find, however; the inside of the cart was filled with the same kind of scum that were outside. And Tom wanted to travel by subway? They would’ve murdered him for his spare change. He has no idea how the real world works.

 Zoe tried to stand in the corner, avoiding being too close to any of the unsavory characters. But soon enough, they started gathering and getting inside. Some fat and homeless black guy with an eyepatch started singing a soulful tune and passing along the the people with a cup, trying to get some change out of them. When he came to Zoe, she did nothing.

“Come on, miss, you’ve got to have something.” 

“If I did, would I be travelling on the fucking subway, you nitwit?” 

 The cart jerked forwards under her feet, propelling her against a drunk in front of her. He only stared down, red in the face, wearing some Metallica cap that must’ve been older than she was. Zoe said a quiet sorry and walked back, only to bump into another guy. Some piece of shit had rushed and taken her seat! 

 Oh, god, these people deserve to die. Every single fucking one of them needs to be gassed. Hitler was right. How can this be the public transport? Are kids expected to deal with these fucking animals? 

 A hand brushed against her side and it took all the self-control she had not to scream. Fucking creeps! When it happened again, she glanced back and forth trying to tell who it was, but the space around her had gotten so tightly-crammed that it could have been any single of them.

 I’m going to butcher them.  

 The train stopped once, twice, but there were still at least half a dozen stations left to go. Suddenly Zoe felt a hand moving against her ass. She cried out, at which point it moved off of her, but after she moved around a little it was right back against her ass, letting her young curves fill its palm. It felt good to be grabbed but… not by such… such degenerates... 

 These aren’t even people, she thought with disgust, not even bothering anymore to move away. She would accept this until the end of the ride and then never get on here again. At least it felt good, and there were enough layers of separation between them for nothing else to matter. She bit her lip as the fingers explored the surface of her ass, wishing it could’ve been Tom doing it instead. I need to get fucked soon.

 The hand moved over the curves of her butt, outlining the perfect round shape of her cheeks, then began to squeeze it as Zoe trembled and took it all, counting down the seconds until she could get off. If this hobo maggot got the idea that she was aroused, that would’ve been too embarrassing to bear. 

 Perhaps because of the first guy being so daring, another one of the homeless bastards next to him joined in, and Zoe could feel both of them grinding against her now and even snickering about how good her body was. The other degenerates in the cart seemed either not to care or not to notice that this was going. 

 Come on… She glanced at the station map above. There was just one more stop. Come on already! Fucking move!  

 When it finally stopped, Zoe rushed out of there so quickly that she nearly tripped and broke her neck. She even lost her heel in the process, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore. There was no way she was going to go back in there, heel or no heel. My three-thousand dollar Christian Louboutin. Perfect. The only thing that could’ve made this better was a rifle that she could use to to mow them all down. Fucking creeps. 

 She took off her other heel and mentally prepared to walk towards her apartment. Thankfully, she had on some stockings so at least her skin didn’t have to touch the pavement directly - though they would probably rip on the way. Even more money wasted. Though in a few days she would never have to worry about cash ever again.

 She was trying to get out of the station when she heard a kid giggling. What the hell is your problem? She turned around to see his mother disciplining him, but the weird thing was that they were looking her way. What exactly were they looking at? 

 She advanced a little further until even more long looks came, all directed towards her back. What the hell was going on? She craned her neck behind… and then she saw it. Gobs of cum dripping from her beautiful skirt. Oh my god. Those sick homeless fucks had come on her. And now so many people saw her. Everyone saw her.

 Zoe stopped short for a few seconds, trying to make a mental plan of what to do next. She rushed into the nearest bathroom and tried to wipe away the cum with some toilet paper, catching the judgmental glances of a few women so far beneath her station that their disdain only triggered her anger. Tears came to her eyes as she thought of all these subhuman mongrels judging her. 

 Who the fuck do they think they are to judge? God, this whole day was a disaster. And the wedding would only be in a week from now. This was the last thing she needed. 

 She scrubbed off as much as the cum as she could, then ruffled up her hair in the mirror and tried to put it so it could obscure her face for the rest of the way home. Nobody should get to see her in this sorry state. Nobody. 

 Once she arrived home, she threw everything into the bin and went into the shower and cried. She couldn’t even tell Tom about this. No one. No one at all. Just a little longer and this will be over for good. This entire life of stressing about having enough money and rising up in society would come to an end with her marriage. She would finally be where she belonged - in the higher echelons of society, so high up that no kind of failure could bring you down. 

 Though at this point, this was no longer even selfish by nature. What she wanted was to rebuild society. To make it better. To do away with all these degenerates and subhumans. A great cleansing. 

 When she spoke to Tom next she told him nothing of what happened, though once again she spoke of the offer her boss made her and suggested that he meant to perv on her. 

“What a creep,” he said, though he only cut through his steak with a smile. How could he be so nonchalant?

“Right? I’m thinking of quitting.” 

 Tom’s eyebrows went up a little. It was a controlled expression; but these were clearly not words he wanted to hear. “I think it would be better to leave that for later. We wouldn’t want my mother to get the wrong impression. Just keep your head down and keep working for now.” 

 Again with his mother. That woman will be the death of me. She was going to have to keep this job for a while longer just to keep up appearances. Just to pretend she wasn’t marrying into the money. While Tom didn’t seem to care much that she wanted to be trophy wife, he was a momma’s boy through and through. At the end of the day, if that old crone told him to do away with Zoe, he likely would.  

 So for now, she needed to be pleased. 

 The next day Zoe returned to work, determined to forget what had transpired. As soon as she arrived, Diana said in an unhappy tone that Rosenberg was waiting to see her. Clearly, it was not good news. The old man had even come down to her office. 

“Zoe, take a seat,” he said as she entered the office. 

“Okay…” She sat down waiting to hear it. This was revenge, of course. He needed to get back to her for turning down the offer.

“I need you to do some special work for me, my dear. Starting next week.” 

“And what’s that?”

“You remember how you said you want to clean up the city? You’ll get to do just that. There’s a bunch of squatters refusing to leave some buildings we want to renovate. So you’ll go there, have a little chat with them, pay them if necessary, and get them to leave and sign some papers that they’ve been done well by us.”

“But… I’m a lawyer.”

 Rosenberg smiled. “I know. What, is this beneath you? I started out in the mailroom. You started out in your own office. Maybe it’s time to carry your weight a little, huh?” He knocked his hairy knuckles against her vintage desk and gave her a look as if he were some parental figure imparting fatherly wisdom, then took off. 

 Piece of shit, she thought. At least it wouldn’t be now. The wedding was on Thursday. She could do a few days of this garbage and then be done in time for the honeymoon. Hopefully, Rosenberg would forget about it by the time she was back, or find some new crush to obsess over. Worst case scenario, she’d have to start blowing him every so often. But she already hated giving Tom handjobs, blowing a disgusting sack of shit thirty years older held no appeal whatsoever.

 The day went by smoothly otherwise, and this time Tom came to pick her up from work. 

 Zoe spent the weekend thinking that everything would work itself out just fine. In fact, all the preparations for the wedding were set. All that was left to do was finish up the finer details, as well as going to a notary to see the thing done in paper. Soon, she would be Tom’s lawful wife. And life would be good again. No more worrying about money, no more suffering.





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 On Monday she returned eager to get on with work and get done with it, counting down the hours to when she would be free. For the first two days, things went relatively well, though they were unpleasant. 

 Zoe drove up with this notary from the company to different rundown buildings in the city, trying to get the homeless to get the hell out. Some were considerably more difficult to convince than others, but money talked, and it didn’t take long to get them to sign and fuck off. Throughout the whole process Zoe could feel their hungry beady eyes staring at her, no doubt wishing they could have a piece. She dared them to. One of the security guys from the office tagged along to be the driver and protector, and she would’ve wanted to see him smash any of one these idiots like cockroaches. 

 It was only on the last day that things fell apart. As soon as she got to the office, her soon-to-be mother-in-law called to ask if Zoe had finished the dealings with the notary. 

“I thought… that Tom was going to handle that,” she said quietly, not daring to sound disagreeable. “Though I can get it done now.” 

“Never mind… I suppose I’ll do it myself.” 

“No, no, no, I’ll get the papers and find someone,” she repeated. God. She was doing this on purpose just to fuck with her. This old bitch. 

 She was on her way out to get the thing fixed when her boss came in demanding that she go to another place. “I’m sorry, but I can’t,” said Zoe. “I need to do something for the wedding tomorrow.” 

“No, you don’t. You’re on the clock. Or go do whatever you want, have it your way. Just make sure this is done by tomorrow.” 

 Another dipshit that needed to be gotten rid of? Jesus Christ. 

 In any case, she needed to focus on the wedding first and foremost. She went and got the right papers, but Tom was too busy to get the thing formalized. So it was time to deal with the damned squatter once and for all. She called up the notary from the firm and begged him to show up to get it cleared up despite it being after hours. Reluctantly, he agreed. 

 Zoe took a cab to the place, and paid the Middle-Eastern driver to stay put. There were barely any proper roads to this part of the city - the asphalt was cracked, the buildings so destroyed, that it felt like walking through a warzone. Yet despite all of that, there were plenty of people going around and just as much buzz in the air as in any other part of the shitty. 

 God, who the fuck would live here? 

 She tried to find the building in question, and noticed as she passed an alleyway that one of the homeless guys in there was jerking off to the women passing by, and, now, presumably to her. Zoe got out of there as fast as she could, but on her way managed to step in shit. Could nothing go right? Absolutely nothing? Just this last thing, she told herself. That’s it. 

 After asking around for a little while in the stores, she heard that the guy she was looking for went by the name of “Skum.” Thrilling nickname. This Skum guy was supposed to be quite the character - a total drunk that had a strange penchant for quoting the Bible. 

 When the notary arrived, Zoe took him around for a spin, pretending that they would come across him at any moment. In reality, the shopkeepers told her Skum was mostly gone during the day, though he always came back in the evenings ready to sleep. 

“Miss, I--” 

“Stop!” warned Zoe. “I know what you’re about to say, but you’re not going anywhere. We need to get this done.” Much to her dismay, even the cabs that brought them here both left. But, well, it was late enough that she could just call Tom to pick them up at this point. The only problem was getting the retard to sign the papers and get out alive.

 A few of the homeless passing by eyed them, but Zoe kept her phone close and even set the police on a speed dial. If they did anything, they were going to be in a world of pain. The problem was the notary, that kept bitching passively and checking his phone. As much as Zoe tried to cheer him up, or even flirt with him, nothing was working. 

 She decided to keep him busy. “Do you think these are good?” She showed him the papers she and Tom needed to sign. That actually gave her an idea. If Tom came to pick them up they could just do the whole thing tonight.

“They look… standard. You’re getting married?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Well, congratulations.” 

“Maybe you could help me and my future husband get this done tonight. We’ll be late here anyway. I know you hate me for dragging you along, but I’ll make it worth your while.”

 He flinched as if struck. “You want to buy me?”

“I didn’t mean it like that…” Wow, what a sensitive douche. “Just, you know, you don’t want to be here for nothing.” 

 Zoe wished she hadn’t recognized Skum as he came towards them, but it was hard not to given how perfectly he fit the description offered by the shopkeepers. He wasn’t so much thin as skeletal, with a head that looked like an egg on which melted wax had hardened. His hands and limbs were bony, but his gut was so big and swollen that his soiled top could barely cover it all. 

 Even before he closed in enough for Zoe to start a conversation, the stench of alcohol nearly overwhelmed her. 

“Uhm… Excuse me? Are you Mr.--”

“I’m Skum,” he said proudly, flashing a gummy smile that showed some yellow teeth and a few gaps between them from the missing ones. “And who might you be, miss?” 

“I’m Zoe, I’m here to talk to you about the building you’re living in…” 

 Skum was disgusting, but surprisingly reasonable. All he wanted was enough cash to be assured of a good living for a few years and that was it. Truth be told, it was probably more than he needed for what he had left. Zoe couldn’t help the feeling that this guy didn’t have long left to live either way. He was so malnourished and had so many liver spots on him from the drinking that he looked worse than the living dead.

 He counted up the stack of money she gave him, then placed it in his pocket. “Well, what do I have to sign now, pretty lady?” 

“George?” said Zoe, addressing the notary. She was tired of his drama queen mood and wasn’t going to entertain him anymore. They were here on business. Both of them had a responsibility to make it work. 

 Tom was calling. 

 Zoe excused herself and stepped aside to talk. “Yes, honey, I’m almost done. You can come pick us up.”

“Tomorrow is our big day.” 

 She smiled, feeling warm and free at last. “Don’t I know it.” 

 The notary came over. “We need you to sign.” 

“I love you, babe,” she was telling Tom. She grabbed the pen from Geoge and made two quick signatures. 

“So, I should get there?”

“Yes, now! I love you, okay? See you in a bit.” 

 Zoe felt a little panicked and confused, but at least the matter was finished. She bid her goodbyes to Skum, happy to know she wouldn’t be seeing him ever again. “You’ll take the paperwork in tomorrow, right?” 

 George nodded, and at last there was a friendly smile. “Thanks. See, you don’t have to be such a grouch.” She punched him playfully. “Sometimes there are happy endings.”  

 He pursed his lips and arched his brows. “Sometimes.” 

 Tom pulled up by the sidewalk. “Hop in.” 

 They got in and chatted in a casual manner while driving over to George’s apartment. They left him for the night, and started on their way back, and it was only then that Zoe realized she had lost the papers.

“Oh my god. I fucked up again.”  

 Tom gave her a look. “What’s the matter?”

“George, I think I must’ve given him the wedding papers and I forgot to take them back. I even said we should sign them, but it totally slipped my mind.” 

 Tom waved it off. “We’ll do it all tomorrow. It’s a long day. That takes like five minutes.” 

“I told your mother I’d get it done, though…” 

 He clicked his tongue. His hand came to rest on her thigh and he squeezed it, then ran his thumb on inside. “Stop worrying, okay? We’ve got this. Let’s just have a calm night and get up tomorrow for the best day of our lives.” 

 Zoe sighed but nodded along. “I guess you’re right.” At least he seemed determined. If his mother would bitch he might keep her off Zoe’s back, for once… Maybe he really does love me. It was comforting to know that no matter how convenient this marriage was for the both of them, it was built on something more than just self-interest and lust. 





//





 Their church turned out to be beautifully set up. The whole quad before it was arranged with tables and endless flowers, while teams of employees were moving around making the final preparations before the guests began to arrive.

 It was still early when Zoe and Tom arrived, and neither one of them had gotten much sleep. All Zoe wanted was to put on her wedding dress and move on past this dreadful event. A wedding should’ve been a happy thing, but with so many strangers and so much stress it was anything but.

“You’ve taken your time, haven’t you?” his mother said with a cruel smile. “Have you finished the paperwork?” 

“We’re going to take care of it, Mom.” Tom took her by the hand and pulled her aside for a deep kiss. “Ignore her.” 

 Zoe smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I intend to.” 

 They were just about to go and see about signing the papers when a car pulled up. Zoe saw George climb out of the back seat, followed by the corpulent Rosenberg.

“Zoe, my dear,” he said, taking her by the hands. “I’m so sorry.”

“Huh?” Her smile was fading and passing into anger. Why were these two clowns here? “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t know?” 

“Know what?” she asked, feeling annoyed. Tom only looked on with a guarded expression, with his mother now at his side.

 George stepped up and offered her some papers. “There seems to have been a mix-up the other night.” 

 Zoe tried to read over the paper but was only the marriage certificate she gave him. “Oh, right. I gave you this by accident.” They were returning it, maybe they weren’t so bad. 

“No, no, no… Zoe…” Rosenberg took the papers and moved his sausage fingers across them. At the bottom, she could see her signature along with another one that she couldn’t quite recognize. 

“Unfortunately, the papers got mixed up last night and you ended up signing your marriage with Skum.” 

 Zoe stared at the papers. She nearly fainted. “Oh no! I married a hobo!” 

 Tom’s mother walked forwards. “Who is this Skum?” 

“A dirty, dirty homeless man, ma’am,” said Rosenberg with an amused smile. “Don’t worry, Zoe, we’ll get this fixed somehow.” 

 Zoe wanted to slap him. Fixed? What did he mean fixed? This would be fixed right now. Right this instant. She meant to sign nothing. She had no idea what she was signing, and likely neither did that homeless retard. This simply didn’t count. Fuck it.

 Zoe tore the paper to shreds and dropped the pieces to the ground. “There you go. Problem solved,” she said. 

 George blinked. “I’m afraid it’s not that simple.”

“What the fuck do you mean it’s not that simple?”

“As a notary, I’ve seen you both sign the papers so the marriage is valid. Not to mention that you’ve only destroyed a copy, I still retain the original. And if you tried to get out of this by simply destroying the paper you could be dragged through court for damages.” 

“Is this a joke?...” She couldn’t breathe. Everyone was staring at her…

 Tom stepped up and put his arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry about this, darling, we’ll get it solved. The thing can be annulled, can’t it?” 

“Sure, if the other party agrees.” 

“There you go. So we just need to go, find that guy, and get him to drop the whole thing.” 

 It was impressive how calm Tom could stay but Zoe just did not have that in her. Not today. This was supposed to be over. Where were they even going to find Skum? 

“Zoe,” he said, already in the front seat of their car. “Come on.” 

 Both George and Rosenberg were smiling at her. “I’m going to get you for this,” she told them. “I promise you that.” 

 Thankfully Tom remained quiet during the drive and not once tried to put the issue on her. When they returned to the place from the night before, Skum was nowhere to be seen. Zoe wanted to give up, and really, to kill herself. Or go through with the wedding ignoring all the paperwork, because who even cared anymore? 

 Tom did care, however, and left the car to talk to several of the hobos and find out where this unpleasant Skum character was now. 

“Well, they gave me an idea for where we could find him,” said Tom. “I guess let’s go check it out.” 

 The wonders of their town never ceased to amaze her, as this new area they were going into was even worse than the one before. The buildings were all derelict and covered in graffiti, and most of the people walking around were homeless, as if they had entered their fucking colony. 

 They did some driving around, asking everywhere they could about a guy that went by the name of Skum. Most of them showed no interest in talking, though a few of them kept asking about the pretty lady in the car. Disgusting cretins. After driving around for nearly an hour, a drunk geezer nodded.

“Sure, I know that bastard,” he said. “He moved up in that big dumpster behind the factory just the other day.”

 The old dumpster. Wonderful. 

 They went over to the indicated spot, and as promised, there he was: surrounded by empty beer bottles. “We shouldn’t tell him anything,” said Zoe.

 Tom gave her a look. “What do you mean?”

“We should just get him to sign the other paper, and that’s that. I don’t want any trouble.” 

“Well, I don’t think you can do that. They’re going to inform him of what’s going on.” 

 Tom was right. “Wait here,” she said. “I’m going to go deal with him.”

“Are you sure?” 

 She smiled. “Yes. I don’t want you to scare him off with your big muscles.” 

 He blushed but bit his lip. “Don’t threaten him, Zoe.” 

“I won’t, I won’t…” Unless he refuses to cooperate. 

 She got out of the car and sped over to Skum, getting in front of the sun that warmed his face. “Hello.” 

“Do you know what Diogenes said to Alexander?” 

 Zoe shook her head in confusion. “Who what now?” 

“Diogenes. He was a famous cynic that slept in a jar. Supposedly went around jerking off to any pretty thing that he saw. Anyway, Alexander the Great found him sunbathing one day and came to ask if there was anything he could do for the old sage, at which point Diogenes told him, ‘You can get out of my son.’” The old eyes opened. “You can get out of my sun, miss.” 

 Zoe put her hands on her waist. She was going to crack his skull into little pieces. She kicked him in the shin and snapped at him. “Listen you pile of shit, do you know what you did last night?” 

 He shrugged. “I left that place.”

“You signed the wrong papers, dumbass!” she explained, gesticulating wildly in front of him. “Thankfully, it can be resolved. But my boyfriend’s in there in the car, and if you don’t cooperate with me while you can he’s going to come here and break every bone in your body while you’re still alive.” 

 Skum grinned. “He can do his worst. I’ve got God on your side.” 

“No, trust me, you don’t.”

“What were these papers anyway?”

“Marriage papers, you clown. We’re legally married now! Do you understand? And my wedding is, as it happens, today. I am supposed to go get married right now. So hurry up. Get your skinny ass up and let’s go. We’re going to go to a notary, annul this fucking awful mistake that you made, and I’ll make sure my boyfriend doesn’t bash your head in.” She whistled and called him up. 

 Skum remained on the ground, looking thoughtfully. He grabbed the beer that lay at his side and took a sip. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“Why not you stupid bastard?” said Zoe under her breath. One more wrong word and she would kill him herself.

“Because that would be a sin. If what you say is true, that makes us man and wife. I’m supposed to take care of you, and you’re supposed to obey my words and satisfy my needs.” 

“Come again? Satisfy your needs? Listen, creeper, I know I’m hot, but not hot enough to die for. If you think you’re getting a piece of this, think again.” 

“I am just telling you what the Bible says.”

 Zoe was about to tear her hair out. “Are you stupid? I don’t give a fuck what the Bible says! Move your ass.” 

“You can do whatever you want to me, but I’m not going to entertain a sinful act.” 

“Oh my god.” 

 Zoe turned away and walked some distance away. This wasn’t happening. This absolute fucking subhuman was ruining everything. All he needed to do was sign some papers. That was it. Why was he being such a cunt about it? Did he seriously want to fuck her so badly? If so, just how badly did she want to get this done today?...

 Zoe took a deep breath and went back to him. “Come on,” she said, her voice stern, but weaker, almost defeated. “Hurry up, we’ll do it in that building over there.” 

“Huh?” 

“You said you wanted me to satisfy your needs. This is my final offer to you. Do you understand? After this, you’re dead meat. Okay. You come with me over there, I jerk you off or whatever, and that’s that. We call it a day.” 

 Skum shook his head. “I’m afraid I can’t do that either. I can’t agree to any deal. Plus, your body is the property of your husband. Meaning that I can do whatever I want with your body.” 

“Okay. Okay. You’ve signed your own death warrant, buddy. I am done.” 

 Zoe ran back to the car and slammed the door. Tom gave her an expectant look. “What did he say?” 

“You’re going to have to beat him up to do it.”

“What? I can’t do that, Zoe…”

“Yes, you can! Look, he’s not doing it any other way! He’s some stupid fucking religious nutjob. He thinks I’m his true lawful wife or whatever.”

“Well, I certainly don’t think violence is the answer here,” he said, in a dark tone that closed that gate forever. I shouldn’t have even said anything to him about you. Goddamn it, Tom, you fucking pussy. 

“So, what now? We cancel the wedding? Everything done because of one accident?” There were tears in her eyes at this point. She couldn’t do this. She came so far. How was this her fault? She did everything that was asked of her… “I’m going to kill myself.” 

“We are going to seek out a lawyer and see what can be done.” 

“No, please…”

“Enough!” he yelled, with uncharacteristic strength. “We’ve been humiliated enough for one day. Cease your idiotic teenage girl behavior this instant. We are going to fix this, and that’s that. Without using violence or illegal means. Period.” 

 Zoe said nothing to him the rest of the way. The stupid bastard. This all could’ve been solved so easily. All they needed was to pay some gang to come and have a word with Skum and it would’ve been resolved. But no, it could never be easy. Not with this fucking family. 

 By the time they got to his friend’s lawyer firm, Tom had called his mother and cancelled the whole thing. Zoe could hear her screaming on the other line when he hung up abruptly and blocked her number to prevent future calls. It… almost felt satisfying, despite the circumstances. 

“Don’t ever question whether I love you or not ever again,” he said in a chill tone, not even bothering to meet her eyes. 

 The situation, as explained by the lawyer, was an unpleasant one. If Zoe decided to go on living and sleeping with Tom, then Skum could sue her, and possibly take her apartment and the few things she had inherited from her parents. “You’re just going to have to live with it for the time being. From what you said he’s pretty old and weak. And a drinker on top of that. Not to be crude, but the guy probably doesn’t have a lot of time left.” 

 And that was that. Tom just accepted it. Even if it took a year or five years, they would have to wait until he died, and conceivably have no sex in the meantime. Zoe was genuinely starting to get paranoid about this whole thing. Did he have another girl on the side, or what? “How are you not going to be bothered by not doing anything for years?” 

 He looked over at her and smiled. “Are you kidding? I was in the army. I didn’t even do anything at all for months because it drained me of energy. Now, I’ll just jerk off and call it a day.” 

 Tom clicked his time in annoyance. “The same. Buy some toys. The alternative, of course, is going to fuck your husband, if that’s what you’re trying to get to.”

“Fuck you.”  

 Zoe didn’t say a word to him when he parked the car. She just got out and went up to her apartment, crying as soon as she hit the staircase. “This is so unfair,” she whispered to herself, trembling with rage. “So unfair.” 

 The pain in her head was raging. She took a couple of pills with some vodka for good measure. And went to bed. She woke up the next day to her phone ringing over and over. “What is it?” 

“It’s Diana. Zoe, you should be in by now…” 

“I’m on vacation.”

“You’re not. Rosenberg cancelled your vacation since… you know, you didn’t get married. You better get here soon. He’s seriously mad with you.” 

“Tell him to blow me.” 

“Zoe, I--” 

 She turned off the phone but nevertheless got up. She didn’t even know how the hell to get to work. Tom hadn’t even sent her a text since the other day. Not that she could blame him, though that didn’t make her any less pissed off. 

 She showered and decided to take things easy. Skum needed to go. And she made a mental note to get rid of him if he wasn’t gone in half a year. That’s all you get, cockroach. And by then,Tom would be a little less suspicious if he were to be mysteriously skewered in the night. He was homeless. It happened. 

 She needed to get to work, but Tom wouldn’t be available. To be totally honest, she wasn’t looking forward to seeing him just yet after the previous day. The more she thought it over, the more his behavior seemed totally unacceptable. He could’ve solved this whole thing with a little violence, but he instead let it come to this. Fucking pussy, she thought angrily. 

 She called herself a cab and headed to work. It was a crowded time on the streets, and when she was only a block away, Zoe simply got out, paid him, and went the rest of the way by herself. The subway would’ve been a lot quicker but...  she wasn’t ready to deal with that shit again. Not before I get myself a pepper spray. 

 Her heels were clacking against the heated sidewalk as a group of homeless men suddenly got out of the alley and appeared before her. Zoe’s heart stopped, and for a second she thought to run, afraid that they might be planning to rape her or worse. One of them stretched out a cup. “Some change, ma’am?”

“I…” Her heart was going to burst. She could barely breathe. “I have no sure.” 

“Then give us a bill,” said the one furthest to the right, a black guy with a raggedy sweater. “We see coming in and out of that big building down the street. We ain’t fools.” 

“Just a little spare change so we can get some food, ma’am,” the guy with the cup insisted.

 Whatever. She would just pay them to get rid of them. In fact, this was preferable. As her eyes went down to her purse so she could pick some bills without taking out her wallet, she noticed that one of the homeless men in front of her had brought his cock out to stroke in the middle of the street. What the fuck? 

“Here you go,” she said, handing them $20, her eyes unable to get off the guy’s dick. If it got anywhere near her she was going to scream for help. 

“Thank you, ma’am…” The cupholder suddenly looked past her. “Billy! Billy, what the hell are you doing?” 

 Zoe glanced over her shoulder to see some young homeless guy standing behind her. He wasn’t totally ugly, and for a moment his face distracted her from what he was doing - at least, until she felt his dick slapping against her round ass. 

“What the fuck!” she cried, moving away. As she turned around she could see that he had come on her skirt. No, no, no, not again, what the fuck! “You, get back here!” she cried. “Police! “

 He was trying to get away, and Zoe ran after him into the alleyway. In her heels she was no match for him, and worse, she tripped and fell, though thankfully she caught herself in her hands before her knees scraped the ground. “God damn you!” 

“Ma’am? We’ll get him for you--” 

“Shut--” 

 As she turned to snap at the other homeless guys, a cock hit her right in the face. In that split-second that felt like an eternity, she could feel the unwashed and throbbing dick pressing against her powdered nose and glossy lips, with the wet tip of it coming out to pass against her pouty lips as she moved her head down to get away from it. 

“Get away from me!” 

 She couldn’t even open her eyes to look at it, but a second later she could feel the warm seed as it shot out of him and splattered against her face, open mouth, and most of all into the open cleavage of her shirt. 

 Zoe crawled away, spitting out as fast as she could, then got out a pack of wet napkins to clean up her face. The homeless guy ran off. Fucking pieces of shit. Cowards… I’m going to hire myself a bodyguard… That will teach them… There was cum pooled between her breasts, already oozing past her cleavage., but it was more than any simple wipe could get away. 

“Zoe?” She looked up and saw her boss standing in the alley. “Zoe, what the hell are you doing here? Diana just said she called you.”  

“Thank god you came by!” she cried. “Some homeless men were trying to molest me.”

“Right,” said Rosenberg, sounding incredulous. He was holding a shawarma in his hand, and a little bit of sauce was on his lip. “Come on, you’re late, you’re needed in a meeting.” 

“Wait, I’ll be there--”

“Now, Zoe! Or you won’t have a job in the next ten minutes. Your call.” 

 Oh my god. Zoe quickly buttoned herself up in haste and buttoned up her jacket for good measure, feeling the disgusting cum as it seeped into the pores of her skin and squeezed past her breasts to trickle down her stomach. 

 She could feel it with every step that she took, which made her feel far more exposed than she likely was. She held her coat tightly against her chest, afraid that an opening between the buttons might show the blouse wet and sticky with cum.

“So, you’re not getting married anymore,” said Rosenberg. “What a shame.” 

 Zoe was barely listening. She just followed in his footsteps, praying no one would notice what was happening with her, hoping she could get home as soon as possible and clean up. But that wasn’t wasn’t what was in store for her.

“Come on,” he told her, we have a meeting to get to. 

 Zoe swallowed hard. “A m-meeting?”

“Yeah? What’s the problem?” 

 Even as she sat down into her seat and got very still in the conference hall, she obsessed on how she could feel it moving down her body. She was afraid that it would seep through her blouse and get all the way down to her skirt, and constantly crossed her legs and kept her arm pressed against her stomach to keep that from happening. 

 And it was so hot, goddamn it, how could it be so hot? Even with the AC on, she kept pressing a handkerchief into her damp forehead and struggling to keep her eyes clothes. Rosenberg eyed her from the side, and a couple of times kept putting his hand on her knee and rubbing all the way up until he made contact with her inner thigh. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, yes, yes… I’m just a little sick… That’s all.” Sick enough that she could throw up. How could those bastards have done this to her? In what world were some homeless wretches allowed to come right on her face? She could still taste their disgusting seed on her lips. 

 What’s worse… Is that she was aroused. Not from the homeless men, of course… But the feeling of cum covering her body and the smell and taste of it still got to her despite her better judgment. And Rosenberg’s hand constantly touching her leg wasn’t of any help. With the added heat of being caged up in her suit, it truly felt like her pussy was on fire. 

“Zoe,” he said all of a sudden.

“Hmm?” 

“Go home, Zoe. You look genuinely sick.” 

“Oh. Thanks.” 

“And don’t be late tomorrow morning.”

 She left the office building, relieved that nobody figured out what happened. She tried to get a cab, but it was rush hour and not a single one of these morons were stopping. Instead, she decided to take the subway again. What worse could they do to her now? She was already stained. Literally and otherwise.

 This time the ride was surprisingly smooth, given that she knew what to expect. A single homeless guy that stood behind her kept rubbing his palm over her ass, but he was furtive enough about it that Zoe let it slide for this one time. 

 All she wanted to do was get home. 

 It was with great shock that she came up the stairs and found Skum standing in front of the door. No thought or words even came to her. Her simply mind reeled, unable to believe what she was seeing. 

“W-W-What are you doing here?” she blurted. “How did you even find this place?”

 Skum turned and smiled. “You’re my lawfully wedded wife. They were obliging.” 

“Get the fuck out of here!” 

 He shook his head. “I don’t think so, Zoe. You and I are married. Man and wife. And we need to live together. I need to keep an eye on you.”

“You’re fucking crazy! Do you hear me? You’re fucking crazy. Get out of my way or I’m calling the cops.” 

“I’m your husband, Zoe. What’s yours is mine. And vice versa.” 

“Too bad you don’t have shit, then.” 

 What was she going to do with this retard? She couldn’t just leave him standing here. The cops wouldn’t take him away given that he didn’t pose an immediate threat, and the last thing she wanted was for her neighbors to hear about this. Or worse, to have some bored journalist write a small article about her woes only to have it blow up. 

 She took a deep breath. “Let’s go to your place, then.” 

“Are you sure? This is much nicer.” 

 I’ll be dead before I let you set foot in my apartment. “Yes.” 

“Well, alright.” 

 On the ride back to his place, he proved surprisingly tame. He said nothing, and even went so far as to keep off the other homeless men on the subway from harassing her. Not that it meant much, given that he was the main reason all of this happened. But still… 

 When they got back to the shitty neighborhood and the garbage dump, Zoe finally felt better. Not because she was washed or looking how she should, but because it literally did not matter who saw her here or in what conditions. Even if she looked ten times worse, she would still have been queen in this shithole.

“Look, you and I need to have a serious talk. I don’t care what you think or want, but I don’t want this marriage, and I never agreed to it in the first place.” 

“You signed it.”

“I didn’t know what the fuck it was! Point is, we need some kind of agreement. You can’t be showing up at my house. Because, listen, if you get nasty with me, I will just pay some random nigger here to shank you.” 

 Skum laughed hard and took out a beer bottle to open. “You use so many bad words.”

“Just tell me, what do you want? How long do I have to do this until you leave me alone?” 

“I mean, so far you haven’t done anything.” 

 Zoe clicked her tongue and took an imposing step forwards. “Just tell me what you want,” she repeated. “Give terms.” 

“Well, I want you to do your job as a wife and pleasure your man. I suppose… If I’m satisfied with you for long enough, I’ll consider allowing you to move on. I am old, after all.” 

“No shit. What does pleasuring you mean?”

 He smiled. “You know what it means.” 

 This stupid homeless fuck. Did she seriously have to stoop so low just to get things moving in a positive direction? How could she… fuck this bag of bones? “Listen, I’ll pay you. You can get the classiest hookers downtown. Better than me, even!”

“Nope, not interest. We’re married.” 

 If there was no way around it, at least it needed to be as painless as possible. “Come here.” Zoe led him to the back of an alley where no one could see them, then reached down to lower his pants. His cock sprung out, already hard and throbbing, covered in blue veins, some broken, looking positively diseased compared to the one she had been hit in the face with earlier in the day. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she whispered.

“Big, isn’t it?”

“That’s not what I was thinking. Look.” She held his eyes. “If I make you come today, you need to leave me alone, do you understand? I’m going to go home and you stay here. Then I’ll come by tomorrow. We’ll just have our little sessions and move on. Do you understand?”

“Alright.” 

 She was surprised to hear him agreed, but that was good. As bad as this was it remained… doable.

 Zoe reached down and started stroking his cock, her long and delicate fingers moving over the old and sweaty meat. “Is this good?” There was no response, but by the look on his face, she imagined that it was. Thank Christ for my golden touch. 

 She wondered what her parents would’ve thought if they could see her now, their beautiful Zoe, their princess that was meant to grow up in luxury to marry the ranks of capitalist royalty, stroking some random homeless dick. 

 But when she closed her eyes it no longer felt that different from just stroking anyone else, or even Tom. The old dick just passed in her grip and pulsed with life, his hobo precum dripping down her fingers as she tugged on it. What am I doing…

 Skum’s eyes only stayed with her proudly, as if cheering her on, widening as he came and spent his seed all over her hands, the thick diseased cum coming to cover her fingers like an unholy sludge. 

 That day Zoe went home feeling worse than ever, not because of what she did, but because of how little she cared about what she did. By the time she got into her apartment she was so exhausted and the time was so late that she… genuinely considered going to bed still plastered in hobo cum.

 I can’t. I won’t do that. 

 Even though she scrubbed herself for nearly half an hour, she was nowhere near feeling clean. Nor had the horniness gone anywhere, but she refused to give into it. Not after what she went through. She knew well enough how this stuff started, and she wasn’t going to end up with some disgusting fetish because she was ungodly horny this one time.

 Tom still hadn’t called, though he texted to tell her he would be going on a business trip for a few days. No further explanation - nothing. Fucking ingrate. 

 The next day she went to work as usual, finally happy to be out of those abysmal eviction cases. It seemed that letting that creep touch her leg paid off. She managed to finish work early, but that meant that she needed to revisit Skum again for the day. Zoe hopped onto the subway and rode this entire way, once more accepting the occasional hand that brushed past her ass or gave her a gentle squeeze. Fighting this stuff was so pointless. It only ended up hurting you more in the end. 

 Skum was nowhere to be seen when she reached the dumpster, which put her in the unpleasant situation of having to wait. There were beer bottles next to his tent, beading in the sun, so he couldn’t have been too far off. 

 As she stood there, a girl about her age approached her. Zoe assumed that she must have been homeless as well, though she looked… surprisingly decent. Certainly nothing like the other wretches around this area.

“Hey,” she asked, “you from around here?”

“No… Are you?”

“Kind of. I work the streets here. You know, doing tricks.” 

“Prostitution.”

 The girl smiled. No, she must’ve been even younger than her. “Right. I hope you know that if you want to do that here, there’s going to be trouble.”

“Are you insane? Do I look like a hooker to you?” 

“I’m just saying. Watch yourself.” 

 She scampered off towards a recently parked car. The nerve on this girl! Meanwhile, Skum was approaching from the other side, his skeleton of a body seeming to move in slow-motion in the heat. “Hello, my lovely wife.” 

“Spare me,” said Zoe. “Let’s just get it over with.” 

 She went with him into the alley and started stroking him just like the day before, only for Skum to start petting her body out of nowhere. “What are you doing?” 

“Touching my wife.” 

 Zoe sighed but said nothing. She could feel his bony old hands moving up and down her thighs, trying to make their way towards her pussy. The heat that emanated from within was unbearable, and the electrifying touch of his fingers made her twitch in response. 

“Stop…” she whispered, moments before his fingers connected.

“Go on,” he said. “Do your duty.” 

 But as she pumped his dick, her pussy lips were being rubbed gently by his fingertips. It was a surprisingly experienced touch, and after longing for a fuck for so many days it drove her crazy. Could she seriously do this? Accept this old man rubbing her down there?... 

 Then again, it couldn’t have been worse than touching his shaft with her bare hands, could it?...

“Fuck, that feels good…” The sounds left her lips with barely a thought and surprised even her. 

 Skum smiled with his missing teeth. “Good, is it? My young wife… Let me show you how it’s done…” 

 His wrinkled fingers penetrated her lips and started moving against the sensitive walls of her pussy, rubbing and moving out like scissors as he pushed them in and out. Zoe’s mouth opened wide, and she leaned into the building for support, unable to do anything, even to go on stroking him. Sweat pouring down her face into her glossy lips, she surrendered to the old man’s touch and ended up wrapping her arms against him as he fingerfucked her.

“Is that good, darling?” 

 Zoe could smell the alcohol on his breath. “It is…” If only Tom came over to see her now. Or if her parents were watching her from Heaven. What a sight this would be. What would a stranger think, seeing a young brunette, a top employee at a law firm getting fucked like this by a homeless guy?

“Oh~ Oh~...” She closed her eyes and clung to him as her entire body melted away. She needed this so much… So much that anybody would do. It was Tom’s fault that he wasn’t here. That she needed to be doing this instead. 

 Her moans grew louder as Skum’s fingers shoved even deeper inside of her, hitting spots she never knew about before. His hand worked her buttons and opened her expensive blouse, his palm moving up her flat young tummy towards her perfect breasts. “You’re so nice and young.” 

 She was. And he was so old and disgusting. And she was letting him do as he wanted. What kind of whore had she become? It’s not my fault… It’s Tom’s… He should’ve listened… 

 Suddenly she felt something new rubbing against her pussy lips. Zoe was so brain-dead in the moment that it took her a few seconds to realize that it must’ve been his cock passing into her. “No, no~ Wait~” 

 It was too late. It had gone inside her, the sweaty meat filling her young hole and massaging her pussy with its throbbing veins and bumpy shaft. Zoe wasn’t even sure she had said anything at all, because she also just realized she was biting down into his shoulder. 

 His dick started thrusting in, deeper each time, while his fingers rubbed her clit and dripping lips. Skum’s other hand went behind to lift her skirt and rip her pantyhouse, his bony fingers getting a good grip of her tanned little ass as he used her as his lawful wife. Filling her with his cock and getting ready to cum inside her. 

 Zoe bumped her head against the wall as Skum pushed her against it, then looked down to see him licking at her breasts and sucking on her nipples, his spit dripping down her chest. But what it did matter, when his cock felt so good? I just need to come. Just this one time… Then I’ll stop. I'll be good. Nobody has to know about this…

 His shaft grew larger and hotter with each move, the bulbous head hammering into her tight cunt with the virility of a young man - almost. Zoe knew that he was coming when she felt his tight grip on her ass loosen. He groaned under his breath, then pushed his cock deep enough inside her to impale her against the wall. 

 As his hot seed hot inside her and filled her up, Zoe could feel its heat coursing through her womb and the rest of her body. Her arms and legs and legs quivered helplessly, her eyes rolling in her sockets as the amazing pleasure of the orgasm built up and took over her body.

“Fuck!” she cried out. “Fuck~” 

 A few seconds later, she was still holding onto Skum breathlessly as he caressed her hair and said, “Calm down, darling.” His old and homeless cock still buried deep inside her, he carried her over back to his tent and let her take the spot under the shade. 

 His cum… Was dripping out of her… This homeless guy’s seed was filling her womb… But she was still too overcome by the pleasure rippling through her to do anything about that.

 Skum placed her down and grabbed one of the ice cold beers and opened it. “Here you go, dear,” he said, then started pouring it down her parched lips. 

 That felt great, too.





//





 Things were fucked. 

 A whole week passed for Zoe since she last saw Tom. The evening they met had gone splendidly, but when it came for them to have to return to their separate places without doing anything, neither party came off as particularly friendly, nor called after. 

 Zoe blamed him for all this. Skum could have been dead right now and rotting at the bottom of some river. Instead, he was giddily waiting for her to come by every day after work so they could fuck. It was bad. Really bad. Especially since she was starting to get off to being humiliated by the old man. Of course...humiliating her was never his intention, but how could it not be humiliating to get fucked by some homeless guy? 

 At work things were going well, though an unfortunate development changed her predicament. All this time, Zoe wished Rosenberg found someone else to obsess over - some twenty-year-old Asian girl that replaced [his old secretary] turned out to be just that person. Zoe was just… another employee. For better or worse.

 It was a Friday, and she stayed up late to get some work done. She meant to go home by the subway again, only to meet with Tom outside the building just as she came out. Zoe smiled in confusion and adjusted her coat. “Were you waiting for me?”

“Kind of. Well, I called your secretary and she told me you were still at work.” 

“Why not just call me?” There was no answer to her question.

 Tom hesitated for a bit and sighed. “Zoe, I think we should talk a little…” 

 She took a step back and narrowed her eyes. “No!” His words hit her like a sledgehammer and she nearly tripped in her heels. She was waiting for him to come to her with an apology or some newfound determination to get rid of Skum not… 

“I think we should take a break,” he said quietly. 

 Zoe shook her head hard. “We’re engaged.”

“You’re… married.”

“To a fucking homeless man were waiting to die! Just get rid of him and I’ll be free! What’s wrong with you?” 

“Listen, Zoe, I still want to be with you, but…” 

“What?” 

 Tom avoided. “I just have needs, you know?” 

“So get them satisfied,” she snapped. “Why does this have to involve me?” 

“Because it feels wrong. Doing that while we’re together. So that’s why… let’s just take a break.” 

 Zoe refused to talk to him. She walked away in a fury, hoping he would follow, but he didn’t. Take a break? Was he joking? No, this was just his polite way of saying things were over. Fucking over for good! She needed to see Skum. Get this thing out of the way as soon as possible. There still needed to be some way to salvage this. 

 Tears kept trailing down her face as much as she tried to wipe them away, and on the subway some guy slipped next to her and started caressing her arm and whispering into her ear as he felt up her ass. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

 Everything is wrong. 

 By the time she got to Skum the whole neighborhood was dark. He was still by his dump, though Zoe found him discussing with a black guy. The latter was fat and shirtless, with a huge gut marked by stretchmarks hanging over his crotch and hairy mantits flapping about as he walked. 

“There she is!” said Skum. 

 The big guy eyed her and Zoe wasn’t sure of what was going on. “What is this?”

“I like her,” said the black guy, looking her up and down like a piece of meat. “She’s not that thick though. $350.” 

“Our deal was for $500!”

 He clicked his tongue. “$400.” 

“$450.” 

“$425.” 

 Skum nodded. “Alright.” 

 The black guy took out some wallet out of his loose shorts and handed Skum the sum. 

“What the fuck is going on?” cried Zoe. “What are you doing?” 

“Well, dear, I’ve kind of run out of cash. But don’t worry, I’ve found a way to make it work.” 

 The big guy came over to her now. He ran the back of his hand against her arm and Zoe shivered as she looked up at him. Then the dark hand came and caressed her the side of her face. “Come on, little girl.” 

 Zoe stared at Skum in horror. What did he do? “I--” 

 It was too late to get a reply, as the fat piece of shit grabbed her wrist and dragged her away. “Come on, we’re going to have a little fun, that’s all.” 

 Her “husband” just sold her like a piece of meat. And there was nowhere to go. Zoe followed along as the black guy dragged her to the same alley she and scum tended to use, and placed her against the wall as his dick slid inside her from behind. 

“There we go,” he grunted, and tried to ease his fat gut on her back. “There we go…” 

 It was quick enough that she took it with barely feeling a thing. Only the passing breeze cooling her thigh made her aware of the cum that tricked out of her pussy and down her legs. The fat guy patted her head down. “You’ve got a damn good pussy.” 

 She smiled bitterly. “Thanks.” Now I’m a whore, too. Maybe I should just kill myself. Would Tom feel bad for me then? 

 As she thought about her dead relationship, she started crying again. The guy was caressing her head and trying to calm her down, but Skum suddenly appeared in the alley with a new guy. “Come on, you’re done, go away now. Zoe’s got work to do.” 

 There were three more guys that followed, all of them giving her a quick fuck as she contemplated her ruined life and sobbed. Not that it made much of a difference to them. One even reached around and slapped her, happy that his cock was big enough to make her cry in pain, or so she thought. 

 At the end of it, Skum collected her and brought her back to his tent. “I’ll go easy on you today, you worked hard. We made nearly $2000.” 

“I’m going to buy a gun and shoot you.” 

“Now, don’t say that. Jesus don’t like that kind of talk.” 

 How did one go from having the future open to being some trashy whore getting sold by her unwanted husband in the bad part of town? How?

“Damn! Quit your crying, woman!” yelled Skum. “Maybe go back home or something.” 

 The tears, however, kept coming. How could she possibly come back from this? How could life return to normal? How could she look at herself like a good, genuine person again?

 Skum took off and returned later with a small envelope. “Here you go.”

 Zoe shook her head and pushed it away. “What’s this?”

“The cure for your sadness. Now take it. Snort it up.” 

 Never in her life had she done drugs. And she knew by the look of the white powder just what this was. At the same time, if it could make her feel better, just this once, just for a limited time… then it would be worth taking the risk. 

 She drew in the powder and a sting went up her nose. The hit soon came and spiked her brain, and a strange feeling came over her. Though the bad thoughts were still there, she suddenly felt oddly relaxed and energetic at the same time. “That’s good~” 

“At least you can thank me properly,” said Skum. “Come on. Open your mouth.” 

 As the bulging head of his cock touched her lips entered her mouth she no longer saw any need to push it away, though she lacked the enthusiasm to service him. She just lay on the ground, enjoying the hit from the crack, only marginally aware of the fact that Skum was fucking her little mouth. 

“You look so beautiful like this, Zoe. You were made for my cock. No wonder we’re married.” 





//





 The drugs made it all bearable. Even though she couldn’t get rid of Skum or get Tom to pick up her calls, Zoe managed to make it all work by taking her daily dosage and occasionally a little more - if things were seriously desperate. 

 That Thursday, though, Rosenberg called her up to his office. Zoe wondered if he was in the mood to fuck with her again and if this meant some kind of promotion. She certainly put in the work lately. Maybe now she could move out and get a better place. 

“Zoe… Please, take a seat.” 

 She sat down, surprised at the coolness of his voice. “Is something wrong?”

“You tell me, Zoe. Is it just me or are you completely fucked up? Diana tells me this isn’t the first time, and that it’s been the last couple of days. That you come in late and stay late because you don’t even know what time it is. That you’re high as fuck and she can’t make heads or tail of your work. Is this true?”

“N-No, I mean…”

“Zoe.” He leaned back into his chair and put his hands together. “I’m sorry, but I think we just need to let you go for now.”

 She whirled on him immediately. “Excuse me? I’ve been working here for--”

“Two years, almost? Not that long. Don’t worry, you’ll get your severance pay or whatever it is you want. I’ll even put in a good word for you at another company. But for right now, at this place, you’re done. Pack your bags.” 

“You just want to put that little Asian whore in my place!” She grabbed his phone from the table and hurled it at the window, where it bounced off back on the carpet without either one breaking.

 Rosenberg shrugged. “So what if I am? It’s our company. And truth be told, you are a shit employee. Now fuck off. Get your shit and get out.” 

 She was too angry to even put up a fight. This kind of treatment done to her… Were they crazy? Did they not know who she was? What she was capable of? She would show them. Teach each and every one of these motherfuckers a lesson they would not soon forget. 

 There were only a few things to pack up, and when she left Zoe made sure to bump into everyone that she could on her way out. Bitches. Sons of fucking bitches. 

 The way back home was endless. All she wanted was to get back into her apartment and relax. Just… take some stuff and chill out. Nothing else mattered right now. Only that she had some peace of mind. What would Skum do? At this point there was no longer any Tom for her to go back to. He wanted to be her husband? Well, Zoe would show him what kind of wife she could be when things were getting real. 

 She spent the next two days in her apartment, getting high and eating, making rash orders online and ignoring any knock on the door or call on her phone. It was only late on Sunday when she ran out of everything, including cash, that she went looking for Skum. 

“Well, aren’t you home late.” 

 Zoe stretched out her hand. “Give me money.”

“Excuse me? You’re the big shot here. With the fancy job. Where’s your money?” 

“I spent it.” 

“Well, wait for your next salary then.”

“There won’t fucking be one. I got fired.” 

 Skum scratched the side of his face. “Well, that doesn’t sound good.”

“You don’t say.” 

 She sat down and waited while he went around asking if anyone was in need of her services. He came back an hour later, dragging after him one of the most raggedy people she had ever seen. Even by homeless standards, he looked rough. 

“This is Ol’ Jimmy,” said Skum. 

“Hello,” said Jimmy. He sounded British.

 Her husband flashed her six $20 bills. “Jimmy ain’t got much but. It should keep us covered for today. You two get to it while I go get the stuff.” 

 Zoe took Jimmy behind the alley where she let him fuck her, this time putting some effort into moaning every so often as his cock entered inside. Though she was way beyond caring much about who was fucking her now, she still preferred it when it was Skum. He… knew her inside and out by now. Though she needed to put on a little show. Returning customers weren’t a bad thing, especially in times of need like these.

 Later, Skum brought her a little pack of crack while he sat down with a cheap bottle of Vodka. “We’re going to party tonight,” he said. “I hope you’re ready.” 

 Zoe howled in pleasure the entire night. Who cared about who heard them? She didn’t. Not anymore. She just spread her legs and took her husband’s homeless cock while the effect of the drugs still lasted. Both her brain and pussy were on fire, and she came repeatedly she pulled Skum down to kiss him on the mouth, just like she had done with her high school sweetheart so many years ago. 

 It felt so fucking good. His homeless cock was retardedly good inside her tight young pussy. The sweat of his bony torso just poured into her open mouth as she screamed in pleasure, one thrust after another digging into her soft and fertile pussy. 

“Please, fill me up~” Zoe begged him. “Fill up your young wife, husband.” 





//





 Her addiction was getting worse by the day. Now that she was out of her job, doing “tricks” to keep both herself and her husband satisfied. There was nothing Zoe wouldn’t do for that nice feeling of high. No cock too disgusting for her to take inside her young pussy when it meant such happy feelings afterwards. 

 Getting a job, though, proved to be ungodly difficult, so much so that she just gave up entirely. In truth, if she put in the effort, she and Skum were making upwards of $300 a day by going around and finding willing customers. A lot of that money went away on the same day to pay for expenses, and the little she tried to save to pay up her rent soon went, too. 

 When the day to pay the rent finally came, Zoe was empty. She knew her best bet was to avoid her landlord entirely until she could come up with the cash, so she came to stay with Skum instead in his expenses-free tent, hoping to find more customers in the meantime. 

 I’m a whore now, she realized sometimes. And yet nothing changed. The ground didn’t split up and swallow her. There was no earth-shattering lightning coming from the sky. She felt the same as ever, which is what made it so easy to keep going down this route. 

 The most shocking thing to happen came a few days after she settled into Skum’s tent, when he woke her up with some excitement explaining that he had found an almost perfect client. “You’re gonna love him,” her husband insisted. “He’s loaded. Or at least, he’s got enough to get us going for the time being.” 

 Zoe wasn’t too hyped to see this mysterious client. She kept worrying it was Tom, that he had found out about her new situation and come over to make sure it was true. Or maybe her boss here to humiliate her? But how would Rosenberg even know… 

 There was no avoiding it, though, as Skum insisted on it. Who was she to disagree with her husband now? I’m getting way too submissive… 

 When she got out of the tent and saw her uncle standing there, along with a bouquet of flowers, Zoe wanted to find a brick and bash his fucking brains. “You? You piece of dogshit.” She cleared her throat and spat on him. “You get the fuck away from me! He tried to rape me!” she explained to Skum. 

“Well, darling, that was in the past. He seems to be nice enough now, and Jesus is the Redeemer, after all. You should try to find it in your heart to forgive him.” 

“Zoe, I’m… Sorry about it all. I feel so responsible for all of this.” Tears came to his eyes. “I’ve failed you as an uncle.” 

“And yet you came here to fuck me anyway.” She crossed her arms. “Didn’t you?” 

“I…” His lips trembled and no words came out. 

“Just show us the money. Then we can talk.” 

 Her uncle brought out a wad of cash and handed it to her. “This is all I’ve got.” Zoe counted up to $7500. She tried to keep her surprise in check, and pretended it wasn’t nearly satisfactory. “You’re going to have to pay up the rest when you got it.” 

“I will! I promise. So… Is it… Enough?” 

 Skum took the green and gave her a playful slap on the ass. “Go on, then! Time to have a little family reunion, I think. Use the tent, even. Damn! Look at all this money! As the Good Book says, you can always rely on family.” 

 Zoe wasn’t sure why the whole thing was getting her wet. As her husband was going off into the distance, no doubt to buy himself some booze, she grabbed her uncle by his hand and brought him into the tent. Though he was as homeless as the rest of her customers, he was undoubtedly the cleanest person she had been with in a while.

“Go on,” she whispered coolly. “Use me? Isn’t this what you wanted?” 

 Her uncle reached out and brushed the hair out of her face, then gently caressed her with deep affection, applying an almost fatherly touch. “I’ve wanted you for so long, honey. For so long.”

 His hairy sausage fingers came down to her chest and gripped her hardened nipples through her blouse, then he helped her lift the top off and take off her shorts and panties. He stared at her young and naked body in clear disbelief, not knowing where to begin. But he started kissing her gently, moving his lips over her belly and nipples, letting his tongue course all the way up to her neck.

“Your boobs have gotten bigger,” he noted.

 Zoe wasn’t sure about that. “They have?”

 Her rolled her nipples between his lips, then sucked on them like a little boy. She helped take his shirt off, then gazed at the hairy rolls of fat that were jiggling with every move that he made. What a disgusting man. Her uncle. And she was about to fuck him for her big payday.

 He barely managed to get his dick inside, and once he was on top of her getting his weight from crushing her and keeping his balance proved difficult. But Zoe stared into his eyes, her delicate fingers moving through his back hair and grabbing on his rolls of fat, the whole thing making her so horny that just having his dripping cock massaging her pussy lips was getting her close enough to come.

“You’re so beautiful, Zoe. I’m so happy I can fuck you.” 

“You pay me, uncle, and you can fuck me whenever you want.” 

 His whole body trembled, and he sat up on his knees in one last ditch effort. He spread her thin legs as if she were a little girl all over again and plated his huge gut on her little stomach, then maneuvered as best as he could with both his hands to push inside of her. 

 Zoe moaned as the cock went in and bit her lip, telling him to go on and go faster. He ended up coming after three simple strokes, but so did she, and she could feel the insane amount of seed filling up her insides and dripping down her thigh. 

“Zoe… You’re so beautiful…” 

 This time, she got up and crawled towards his crotch. She grabbed the still-throbbing dick in her hand and jerked it a few more times, licking up the last drops of hot cum that landed on her tongue. “And you taste good, uncle.” 





//





 Instead of paying the apartment bill as she promised herself she would, she ended up spending most of the cash buying clothing. Revealing and slutty dresses that she could wear around the neighborhood and send the right message. But even if the heels and sequin outfits looked cheap, they were anything but. Skum nearly fainted when he saw the price tag on them.

“You’ve got a lot of work to do now,” he told her.

“I’m about to.” 

 The worst part of it was that she was starting to feel sick. She wasn’t sure if it was the drugs or something else, but she was waking up in the mornings feeling absolutely wretched. Skum suggested that she was pregnant, but Zoe didn’t even want to think about that, especially since her husband was so thoroughly against it. 

“What if I was pregnant? What if it isn’t your kid, you old idiot?” 

 Skum shrugged. “A child is a child. We have no means to raise it anyway. The Lord said go forth and multiply, and that’s what we shall do.” 

 He was sick in the head. Zoe knew that if it did turn out to be pregnant, which she very much hoped was not the case, that she would just go and have an abortion. She would have enough money by then… 

 God, how can I even think this way? 

 The problem was that despite her new outfit, clients were hard to find. Most of the guys had fucked her at least once and now saw her as a used-up whore. They were willing to pay, but only a fraction of what they had spent on her before. Cheap fucks, she thought. I never should’ve gone so low to begin with. 

 There was no way she would give them the satisfaction. In the end, she got an idea. There was a local church not so far away that her “beloved” husband went to every Sunday to get himself some food. Supposedly they ran a pretty good soup kitchen, and there were homeless people there from all around. Zoe worried Skum would find the idea offensive given his apparent love of religion and Jesus, but he was ecstatic when he heard about it. “That’s a brilliant idea!” 

 That Sunday she dressed up in one of the slinkiest dresses she had come to own and put on no bra or panties to go with it. She walked hand in hand with Skum towards the church, showing everyone that saw her go by her toned long legs and tight ass that could be fucked for the right price. 

 Skum took care of the talking, while Zoe waited by one of the trees in the remote garden area of the church. The homeless came to her one after another, with Skum instructing that they only bought about a minute at a time. They were all dirt poor, but if she added them all together and worked in such quick succession, they would make a pretty penny. 

 At the very end, a priest came over with Skum and Zoe figured that they were in big trouble. She closed her legs and pulled down her dress, trying to hide the seed that dripped down her thighs and calves. 

 The priest only looked her up and down and nodded proudly, smiling. “You’re doing God’s work child.” His hand came to her belly. “Your husband tells me you’re expecting soon. What a wonderful little miracle that is for any woman.” 

 Zoe wasn’t sure what to make of all this… It was weird. Super weird. And yet she felt an odd sense of pride to be congratulated so much. She couldn’t remember the last time so many people made her feel good about something she had done. 

 Maybe… Maybe this was the right thing to do?





//





Zoe lost her apartment. 

Thankfully, they allowed her enough time to take most of her things, which she kept in a small garage she rented nearby. Now, for all intents and purposes, she was Skum’s lawful wife that shared his tent home. Just what would happen if he were to pass away at random she had no idea. She hadn’t spoken to Tom in ages now, and very likely he would have moved on… 

 Not to mention that climbing out of this wreck of a life seemed impossible. At least the drugs kept her happy. Happy and sedated. There’s no place to go from here but down. Deep down, she wished that she would have died at the same time as her parents. There was never a chance for me. It was all downhill ever since that moment. 

 Her belly was growing by the day, and though she initially said she would go and abort the child, Skum and the many homeless men around her that considered themselves the father of the child all pleaded with her not to do anything. 

 So… she kept it. But now she was big enough that most clothes no longer fit her, and many clients turned her down because they found the idea of fucking a pregnant woman too much for their sensibilities. Only the usuals returned day after day to fuck her for a couple of bucks, taking her behind the alley and pumping their seed into her womb while hanging onto her swollen belly. 

 Despite the pregnancy, Zoe’s pussy demanded more attention than ever. Every morning, even before she wanted to snort some crack, she desperately went looking after Skum or just anyone else that was willing to pump her tight little cunt.

 This one morning in particular Skum was gone by the time she woke up. Zoe emerged from their tent, dripping wet and ready to fuck. There was no one in sight that she recognized, apart from some new homeless guy she hadn’t seen before. Wearing a loose shirt with a pair of flip-flops and nothing else, she went over to him.

“You there. You interested?”

 The homeless man gave her a long look. “Excuse me?”

 Zoe lifted her shirt up and showed him her bare pussy in broad daylight. “Do you want to fuck this?” 

 He swallowed and stared hard. “I would. But I’ve got no cash…”

“That’s not possible. Everyone’s got something.” 

 Zoe helped him check his pockets, and by the end of it they managed to come up with a total of $8.75. Why not take him for that much? At this point she would’ve taken him for free. “Come on.”  

 She took him to the back of the alley and helped him aim for her dripping pussy. Zoe moaned as soon as it went inside, desperate to feel it filling up her hole. She had taken so many cocks in the past few months that she felt a need to be filled up at all times. The homeless cocks belonged in her young little pussy.

“Fuck me,” she begged him. “Fuck me harder.”

 His hands came to grab on her tits and pull on them as they swung back and forth from his thrusts. The sweat poured down her face as the walls of her sweet little pussy were ground down by his pulsing dick. 

 It had only just started, but Zoe already lost control of herself. She rubbed her pussy with one hand as she turned around to wrap the other around the guy’s neck. She kissed him on the mouth, feeling her tongue move over his toothless gums, taking in his tongue and spit down her throat as his seed penetrated the deepest parts of her…

 Yes, please, fuck me~

 With one hand holding her unborn child, he proceeded to push her against the wall and take her even harder for the rest of the morning… 

 This is what I was born to do. I love homeless cock~





//





 Zoe knew that she was falling apart. She was in the final stages of her pregnancy, which made it a pain to go anywhere and work at all. The few clients she had abandoned her, and now she spent most of the day with Skum trying to find things to eat. 

 They went from one dumpster to another, checking for what they could find, until Zoe came across a half-eaten burger. She was so hungry that she didn’t want to share this time around. She took it out of the holder and ate it all quickly, happy to know it was all going towards her baby. 

 I’m taking such good care of you, little one, she thought. 

 The real problem was that she was out of coke and desperately in need. From the looks the men she wanted to press her services upon gave her, she got the feeling that she wasn’t the same 11/10 anymore, though she still wanted to find someone to pay her. And more importantly, more people to fuck her and keep her pussy satisfied. 

 As she wandered around looking for some more food, a guy came over to her. He had the look of a thug about him, and when she lifted her shirt and asked if he was interested he gave her an incredulous look.

“Are you fucked in the head?” he spat. “Look, I need someone to clean the bathroom at that place. You do that and I’ll pay you $20. How about that?” 

 That wasn’t much, but it would be enough for the time being. Especially if she could avoid sharing it with Skum. And being in real places like a restaurant offered her a chance to find some stuff to deal or free food to take with her. Maybe even wash up a little. 

 Zoe followed the guy, who opened a door to one of the filthiest bathrooms she had ever seen. There was shit on the floor, piss, and she was certain that the rest was cum. Her eyes wandered around. “What am I supposed to clean with?” 

 The guy smacked her hard. Then he held her by the head and kicked the legs from under her, dragging her to all fours towards the toilet. “You use what you got,” he ordered, then made her pass her tongue around the rim of the toilet until she made it spotless. 

 Zoe could taste the shit on it, but it no longer mattered. She deserved this. She did way worse than this already. She could certainly do this task for $20. She put herself to work and ran her tongue over everything, cleaning it spotless as the guy watched. 

 He was so impressed that he left her alone and took off, while Zoe went on her knees, trying not to bump her belly into anything as she ran her tongue over the floor. This is my food, she thought, and cackled by herself. 

 When she finally reached the globs of cum that were drying by the urinals, she slurped in into her mouth and used her tongue to lick every bit from the tiles. It was so good. So delicious. She needed more… 

 With enough cum and coke, life could be beautiful once more.





//





 Zoe hated seeing kids. 

 Four years went by now since she gave birth and left her first child at the door of a local church. She had no idea where it was by now, but Skum said it didn’t matter. The only thing that did matter was for her to make as many babies as possible and gift her genes to the world, combined with whatever homeless man’s happened to flourish in her womb. 

 At this point, Zoe knew she would die on the streets, and likely end up no differently than Skum in only a couple of more years. She avoided all mirrors, though she could feel her missing tooth with her tongue and knew from the reaction civilized people gave her on the street that she was past redemption. 

 One time she had bumped into Rosenberg and worried that he might call her out. Instead, he looked away with her out of pure revulsion, clearly unable recognize her, his hand going down to grab the ass of the most recent little girl he had found himself. 

“Take it you fucking bitch!” said the guy behind her. 

 Zoe’s already came twice, and her legs were so weak that her newest client put her over a dumpster to fuck her properly. Zoe hadn’t even seen his face, but it didn’t matter. Skum was off to hunt for some food, so anyone, literally anyone with a cock, would do. The money was just a nice little bonus. 

 As her eyes stayed on the street, her body obscured by the shadow of the alley, she saw a man go by with a younger woman and a child between them. The child nearly tripped and fell over, at which point the man grabbed him under the arms and pulled him up to play a little. 

 She stared at the man’s face and realized who it was… Tom?

 Tom. Her Tom. The man she was supposed to marry and lead a life with. The man that she now realized she loved, though never lusted after him as she did after Skum’s hobo cock. Honey, I... 

 Out of nowhere, his eyes came towards the alley and he cringed, quickly taking his wife by the arm and pulling her away. 

 Tears came to Zoe’s arms. “No.. Tom, wait!...” 

 The guy that was fucking her smacked her hard from behind and put his dirty fingers into her mouth to fill it up. “Shut your fucking mouth, whore. My name ain’t Tom. Now shut the fuck and take my cock.” 

 He was right. That’s all I’m good for now. 

 She tensed her pussy muscles and focused on squeezing rough dick between its walls as he pushed in and out of her, hammering her like a piece of meat. He throbbed so powerfully that her entire body was shaking as a result, and her pussy still dripped from the last time she came. 

 As he pounded her as if she were nothing but a breeding sow, Zoe came again, thinking about what a wretched piece of shit she had become, knowing that she was well on her way to making another homeless baby to fill the streets. I’m just a fuckpig for homeless men now. But being at home with her fate, she only smiled at the thought.

“That’s right,” he said, rubbing her cunt. Her juices were overflowing and spilling down her legs as she lost total control of her body. “This is all you’re good for, whore.” 

 Once he was done, he took her into the furthest depths of the alley and tossed her into one of the larger dumpsters. He laughed, then took out his cock to piss on her one final time as she convulsed uncontrollably from her orgasm, going out of his way to hit her eyes and open mouth. 

“There we go,” he said, shaking the final drops from his dick over her pregnant belly. “Sleep tight, whore.”  

 He grabbed the lid and slammed it down on top of her, leaving her in darkness. 

