More daily fucking of strangers is taking its toll on me. I am tired and sore, and when I get home he is demanding of me, he fantasizes about me with the other men and wants to play it out for hours. If I don't obey him, he ties me to a bed, spanks me hard or totally ignores me for days on end and it drives me crazy. Today I am out again. Two men done and just arriving at the third hotel where there is an old grinning man with an obvious hard on waiting out the front for me. I step out of the car and he giggles, he hugs me tight and runs his hand down over my butt cheek. He smells of body odor and cheap after-shave. He holds me close and walks me around the back of the building where there are some old wooden stairs. He guides me up the steps, giggling with excitement and panting hard as we enter the small, dark room. Heavy velvet curtains cover the small window and he turns the light on to reveal sad wallpaper and an old double bed with well worn coverings on it. This was his room. A dresser stood to the side of the bed with an army photo on it and a few personal possessions. He takes my hand and presses it on his crotch, giggling he unzips his trousers and releases his stiff, short, fat cock. It was oozing pre-cum and he wiped it off with a fat weather beaten finger and then wiped it across my chest. I was undoing my blouse, standing in front of him as he stroked himself, I turned to remove my thong, but before I could, he pushed past it and entered me. He pumped inside me fast and hard, grunting and gasping as he reached his orgasm and spurted inside me. He stepped away, giggled again and pulled down my thong. He turned me around and guided me back onto the bed. We fucked for two hours solid, he came over and over again, I don't know where his energy came from but he gave it to me in all holes as well as all over my chest and even spurted in my hair. I was amazed and horrified at the thought that when he finished with me I would have to ask for a shower. I couldn't go home with cum in my hair. He showed me to the bathroom, it was down the hallway, dirty and smelly but the water was hot and I quickly washed myself off from this encounter with him. I was spent, I staggered from his room and slumped into the car. The driver sneered at me, he was going to get his soon enough, speeding along the freeway until we entered the garage and he closed the door. I lay back and took him. It was a frenzied fuck, the recollection of my day in conversations with him had him very horny. When he finished I stepped from the car and knocked on the door. It opened immediately and I smiled. There was no smile looking back at me, instead he grabbed my hair and dragged me inside. He pulled me to the spare bedroom, tore my clothes from me and pushed me onto the bed face down. He spread my arms and legs wide and tied them tightly. I had no idea what I had done to upset him and I was scared. He lashed me with the belt 200 times, making me count each one, not allowing me time to prepare between the slaps of the leather across my arse, legs and back. I was hysterical, writhing on the bed begging him to stop but he continued until I yelled the number two hundred. He turned and walked from the room leaving me tied up and in agony. Laying there, my body stinging and aching I hated him, hated the life that he made me lead and hated everyone that I had fucked for him. I made a decision to get out. I wanted my life back, to make decisions for myself and to be in control of my life. He returned to the room later in the night. He released me but before he had time to speak, I stormed out of the room, dressed myself and packed my bag of my few belongings that were in his house. I made my way to the front door and to my surprise he was standing there, holding it open. He looked at me and warned me that if I took one step outside the door it was all over. The lifestyle, the huge house, the nice car, the money that I had been banking, the clothing that he had bought for me and the Caribbean holiday that he had planned to tell me about tonight. I stood still in silence, my mind racing. I looked at him and asked what I had done wrong. He told me that the last guy that I did was supposed to only do me once, not the five or six times that he got out of me, and that because I had unprotected sex with him for the first fuck, I couldn't be used again bare-back until I was tested. He also told me that I was never going to be free from him, that he would always be able to find me, and that he had sold my apartment, my car and all my furniture months ago, banking the money for me to have when we mutually split. He then pulled me close and told me that if I left in anger, I wouldn't see a cent. I turned and walked back to my room. Crying, I unpacked my bag, had a shower and returned to the bed with him. He used my holes, making sure that he wore a condom and continually telling me that it was myfault that he had to wear it. The next month was very difficult. He used me sparingly for himself and only sent me out to work a few times. He had booked the holiday for us and it was only two weeks until we left. The test came back all clear for me so he celebrated by taking me to an expensive restaurant wearing a new outfit that he chose for me. We were seated in the corner booth where we couldn't be seen by other diners. He pulled me close to him and as I was panti-less per his instructions he fingered me while we waited for our waitress. Later he made a pass at her while stroking my breasts and then as he was ordering another bottle of expensive wine he offered me to the wine waiter who accepted his offer and escorted me past the rest-rooms to a storage room and took me from behind. In my purse were the white panties that he liked so much and I had to put them on after the fuck. The wet patch in my crotch was growing by the second and he pressed on it hard as I sat back down close beside him. I picked up my wine glass and to my shock there was a large diamond ring in the bottom of the glass. I looked at him in total shock only to have him reach into the glass, pull out the ring and propose to me. I burst into tears and accepted, the ring was huge and fitted my finger perfectly. He hugged and kissed me, he pushed his fingers between my legs hard as he whispered that we were to be married in a few days whilst on our holiday and that by agreeing to become his wife I had passed the test, and also committed myself to him for life. I nodded my head apprehensively, instinctively spreading my legs wide so he could push further up into my pussy and stroke me as we kissed passionately. We fucked hard all night. He used my holes harder than ever before and I loved it. He told me that the wedding plans were all done, I was totally under his control now and had to do as he wanted. I agreed, totally swept up in the moment I agreed to submit myself to him. Next morning I had 3 bookings. He took the ring off me and sent me on my way. I was reluctant but did it, 3 sleazy men in 3 sleazy rooms laying on top of me, kissing my neck, breathing stale breath on me and pushing hard unused cocks deep inside me until they were drained. Fat fingers explored my pussy and rough skin massaged my clit while old tongues licked me and tasted me. All I could thing about was the holiday and my wedding. The third one done I came out to the car. The driver wanted details, I was non-plussed and he screeched the car to a halt, pulling off onto a side road and turning around to face me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He wanted exciting details to turn him on before he fucked me, he didn't want to hear how unhappy I was fucking dirty old men. He pulled be through between the seats and pushed me head into his crotch, telling me to suck on him until he said to stop. I unzipped his trousers and put him in my mouth. His hand went up the back of my skirt as he drove with the other hand on the wheel. His fingers pushed deep into my arse, pushing my head harder against his crotch and making his cock twitch in my mouth. Two then three fingers pushed into my hole, twisting and stretching it as I writhed in pain with his stiff cock in my mouth. He was hurting me but he didn't care. When we stopped in the garage he pushed my head away and shoved me back onto the back-seat of the car. He opened the door, grabbed my legs and pushed them back over my shoulders. He spat onto my hole, ramming his fingers inside again as I held my breath and held my legs tightly. He took my hole with force. Pushing and tearing into me while I cried out in pain he fucked me hard. I wanted to scream, the pain was so intense and he was so aggressive but he finally came inside me and pulled away. I lowered my legs and to my horror my future husband was standing at the door. He had watched the whole thing. He turned to the driver and fired him, pushing him backwards out of the garage he told him to go and never return. He turned to me and helped me from the car, gently he guided me as I tried to walk inside the house. He bathed me and cared for me, leaving me to rest for the night, telling me that he was going to get a new driver and if he broke the rules I was to tell him about it. The rule for the driver was pussy only. I didn't know and he assumed that this rule was being obeyed until he saw for himself. Tomorrow we leave. Bags all packed I have a busy day, 5 to see before we fly to our marriage destination. I am hesitant and can't concentrate.