You can find chapters 1-8 on this blog:
Chapter 1: Belinda's Father Sells her to a Brothel
Chapter 2: Belinda Stands Strong
Chapter 3: Belinda Discusses Virginity
Chapter 4: Slavegirl Belinda Gets a Massage
Chapter 5: Belinda is Publicly Molested Until She Has Her First Orgasm
Chapter 6: Sex Slave Belinda Loses Her Virginity
Chapter 7: Sex Slave Belinda is Prepared for Anal Sex
Chapter 8: Sex Slave Belinda's First Anal
And now back to our story:
DAMASCUS CHAPTER 9: THIS TIME IT HURTS
After the doctor examined me, Kaylee brought me to the cafeteria and then to her hair salon. She introduced me to the girls who came in, some of whom I had met the day before. I watched her transform each of them into a slightly different version of themselves – sometimes a bit prettier, sometimes a bit softer, sometimes a bit more flamboyant. She really was an artist. I told her that. She blushed, but looked pleased.
Tonna joined us. She was walking gingerly, but shrugged when Kaylee asked her about it. “I get tonight off,” she said. “Maybe my boyfriend will take me out.” Kaylee rolled her eyes.
When we went back to the cafeteria for lunch I was surprised to see Vincenzo there. He was sitting with Heath and with a man I didn’t know who was 60ish, with olive skin and salt and pepper hair cut very short, almost military style. The man wore a dark gray suit that even my untrained eye could see had been tailored to him. Vincenzo always dressed impeccably, but I could tell that this man was another level. I saw Vincenzo look straight at Kaylee, shake his head slightly, and lift his chin a fraction of an inch to the left. Kaylee nodded in response, and she led Tonna and me to a table near to the wall. I wasn’t sure if she intended this, but we ended up sitting with my back to the room.
Tonna was next to me, with Kaylee across from us. Tonna was exuberantly telling a story about a concert she had once gone to. She gestured so wildly that she knocked over her water glass. We all scrambled up to avoid getting wet.
“Tonna.” Vincenzo was standing behind us, frowning darkly, with Heath and the stranger beside him.
Tonna gasped audibly. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said. I was not sure which of them she was speaking to, or maybe it was to all of them.
“There’s a private party tonight, at the Palazzo,” Vincenzo said. “You’ll be working there.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” Tonna said. If she was disappointed to lose her hope of seeing her boyfriend, she gave no indication. Instead, she seemed very pleased.
Heath said, “She can’t, Uncle Elliot. She’s off-duty tonight. Convinced the doc that her butt was bruised.” He looked at Vincenzo with a smirk. “Rules are rules, right, Vinny?”
“It’s not a butt party,” Elliot said. “Can you use your mouth, girl?” His expression gave away nothing.
“Yes, sir,” Tonna said. “Would you like me to demonstrate?”
Elliot ignored her. He turned to Kaylee and looked her over. “Is this one taken tonight? Good to have a girl with some meat on her bones.” He turned expectantly to Heath, who opened and shut his mouth. He obviously didn’t know.
Vincenzo was looking at Kaylee, who gave the slightest nod of her head. “She’s scheduled for the first shift in the ballroom tonight. Easy enough to replace,” he said. Kaylee smiled.
“And what about this one?” Elliot pointed at me.
“Oh, yeah,” Heath said. “The men will love her.” He leered at me.
“No,” Vincenzo said, quickly. “She’s not trained. She’s useless.”
I felt a pang. Was that what Vincenzo thought of me?
“Ah,” Elliot said. “Is she the virgin? I heard about her.”
“Not any more, if she ever was,” Heath said. “She’s broken in and it’s time she started earning her keep.”
Elliot ignored him. Vincenzo said, slower this time, indifferent, “Yes, and she put on a good show both nights. She’s booked out for weeks.”
Elliot nodded. “Okay. Who else then? I need two more.”
Vincenzo said to Tonna and Kaylee, “Be in the lobby in an hour, ready to go.” He led Elliot and Heath to another table.
Tonna and Kaylee clutched each other’s hands. “So many tips tonight,” Tonna said. “And decent clothes!” She practically squealed.
Kaylee laughed, but she also looked excited. “Finish your food,” she said, “and then we’ll go to the closet.”
“Clothes?” I asked stupidly. “Closet?”
“We don’t go out in public naked, honey,” Kaylee said. “You can come with us to the closet. You’ll see.” She gulped the food on her plate “But we have to hurry.”
The three of us bused our trays and then I followed Kaylee and Tonna back down to the first floor. We went past the front desk and to a hallway on the other side that I had never been down. I followed Kaylee and Tonna through a door on the left. If this was a closet then my father’s house was a mansion. There were shelves and racks of clothes, from jeans to prom dresses and everything in between. Two girls were already in there. Tonna drifted over towards the prom dresses, but one of the girls said to her, “Vincenzo said cocktail attire.” With a sigh Tonna turned to a different rack. She seemed to know exactly what she was looking for as she grabbed a red dress, checked the tag quickly, and threw it over her head. It had a tight bodice and a looser skirt that skimmed the top of her knees, and looked as if it had been made for her. “It’s my favorite,” she said. “I’m glad it’s back from dry cleaning.”
While Tonna looked at shoes, Kaylee tried on a few dresses. She finally chose a black one that hugged her boobs and flared out below. Like Tonna’s, it ended above her knees, and emphasized her ample figure. “All right, girls, head up to the salon for hair and makeup,” she said. I followed them again, feeling a bit foolish. The girls all did their own makeup. “Honey, I don’t have time to do you tonight,” Kaylee said to me. “Just keep it light, and go to the front desk at 9. They’ll tell you what to do from there.” They rushed out, leaving me feeling lost and out of place and not sure what I was supposed to do with myself.
I wandered out of the salon and looked in the open doors on the floor. I found the room where I had met with the doctor, and next to it was what seemed like a dentist’s office. And then, next to that, heaven! A small room with a couple of armchairs in it, and against one wall a bookshelf. I turned on the light and reverently ran my finger over the spines of the books. They were mostly the kind of bestsellers that were sold in drugstores. I picked up a dog-eared Judith Krantz novel I had never read and was soon lost in a story of romance amid designer luxury.
I was interrupted a few chapters in by a knock on the door. Vixen, the girl with the cut up back, was looking at me strangely. She gestured towards a clock on a side table. “Kaylee told me to look out for you tonight,” she said. “We should grab some dinner and then you need to get ready.” I nodded and put the book back on the shelf with a sigh.
Vixen was good company. She wanted to know about the book I was reading, but was more interested in talking about her favorite TV shows. After we ate she brought me to Kaylee’s salon, where I did my best with my makeup and hair. When I said I didn’t do nearly as good a job as Kaylee, Vixen shrugged. “You’re a naked girl showing up at some man’s room,” she said. “He won’t be looking at your face.”
She walked with me to the front desk. There were a lot of girls lined up there, getting instructions from a man behind the counter. He looked harried and overwhelmed. When it was my turn he typed something into the computer. “Room 413,” he said. “They’re already in there. Just go and knock.”
Vixen frowned. “Any special instructions for her, Sir?” she asked. Her voice sounded strained.
“No instructions for her, but since you’re second shift in the ballroom come around the desk. I’m short-staffed and need help.” Vixen squeezed my hand and pointed me to the elevator. She seemed upset, but I thought it was because she didn’t want to be behind the desk. Later, too late, I realized it was because of the throwaway word, “they.”
I made my way to room 413 and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again. When the door opened I took a step back, surprised first by the noise coming from the room– boisterous laughter – and then by the number of people in it. Four men. What was this?
One of them grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the room, shutting the door behind me with a loud click. The room suddenly became quiet. I was afraid in a way that I hadn’t been since I arrived at Damascus. I tried to pull away from the man holding me, but he tightened his grip. “Gentlemen,” he said, “here’s to closing the deal.” The others cheered. “This girl was a virgin two nights ago. The first man to fuck her knows his way around, and I’m sure he did a thorough job. But, and I have it from Elliot Prime’s nephew, last night her butthole was sold to a green kid who barely managed to get his cock inside her. She’s basically an asshole virgin and we get to break her in. I paid a pretty penny to let you lot come up here with me, so enjoy. ” He practically threw me facedown onto the bed, my legs dangling over the side. “Who wants to go first?” He put his hand on my upper back, pinning me down.
“Fucking hell, Gordie,” one of them said. “We’re a startup. If we hurt her it’ll cost us more than the company’s worth.”
Gordie pressed harder on my back. “Not true, Charlie,” he said. “We can hurt her, we just can’t injure her. Grab some lube and the first one in just go slow.”
I’d been a sex slave for two days now, but this was the first time I’d been treated like a – a thing. I struggled again, but Gordie was holding me down. “Look at her,” Charlie said. “She doesn’t want to be here. This place has rules.”
“Goddammit,” Gordie said. He let go of my back and I scrambled away from him and stood up, but there was no place for me to go. What was I going to do – make a break for the door? “What’s your name, girl?” Gordie asked me.
I looked at him. He was a 40ish, pasty-faced white guy with dirty blond hair cut short. The other men were younger than him, one redhead, two brunettes. “Belinda,” I said. “Sir.”
“Belinda, Charlie here thinks you don’t want to be here. But I think that like every other goddamned slut in this goddamned place you signed a contract and that you can leave any time you want. Is that right?”
I felt like the air had been punched out of me. “It’s complicated,” I said.
“Complicated?” Gordie sneered. “The four of us, we just signed a contract, too. And if someone asked Charlie if he signed it and he said it was complicated, well, that would be a very expensive lawsuit. So my question to you is very simple, did you sign a contract?”
“Jesus,” Charlie said. “Don’t be such a dick.” Gordie ignored him.
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“And does that contract let you walk out of this door?”
“Yes, sir,” I said.
“And is that what you want to do? Because none of us will stand in your way. So if you don’t want to be here, and your contract says you can leave, just go, and your bosses won’t come after us.” I didn’t move. How could I? Vincenzo had said the same thing to me two days – a lifetime – ago. My father’s life still depended on me.
“No, sir,” I said.
“You see?” Gordie said to the others. “Beatrice here wants to be here, and if she didn’t want to be here she could leave. And what I want is to seal our deal by giving her a good ass fucking.” He held up his hand. “An ass fucking which may hurt her, for all I care, but will not injure her.” He turned to me with pretended politeness. “So, Beatrice, if you would kindly carry out the terms of your contract by lying down on the fucking bed with your legs hanging off the side, we will get on with the fucking of your ass.”
I obeyed. What choice did I have?
Someone kicked my legs open. A finger entered my asshole, pushing lube into me. I wasn’t relaxed and wasn’t prepared and even the finger hurt. I squirmed, trying to get away, but that made the finger hurt more. It pulled out and then went back in with more lube. When I continued to squirm someone spanked me, hard. I cried out. Three more spanks, and then the finger back to my ass. It went on and on, and then it got worse.
“Okay,” Gordie said. “Who’s ready?”
No one said anything for a minute and I thought maybe none of them would want to rape me, rape my ass, because what else could you call this? Yes, I had agreed to this in the contract, but what had I known?
But one of the men said, “Okay, you pussies, I’m going in, and you can enjoy my sloppy seconds.”
“Jace for the win!” Gordie said. “Get in there. Show us what we’ll do to the competition.”
I heard shuffling behind me, and then more fingers in my ass. It hurt more than before. “She’s plenty lubed up,” Gordie said.
“Fuck you,” Jace said. “She’s tight. I’m not going to risk tearing her.” But he pulled his fingers out, and a second later something else pushed into me, stretching me. It hurt. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. It burned, and it kept on burning. Jace was pushing himself into me, slowly, and I felt like I was being split in two.
“Stop, please,” I babbled. “It hurts. You’re hurting me.”
Jace gave a stronger thrust. Then he pulled out, which hurt almost as much as when he pushed in, and then he pushed in again, faster than before. I screamed. I tried to rear up against him, to shake him off, but with his cock in my butt and his body on top of me that had no effect. But suddenly, in the space I had created, his hand was around my front, touching my clit. “No,” I cried out. “Don’t touch me there.”
“Jesus, Jace.” one of the men said, “she’s not your fucking girlfriend.”
Jace just grunted. He took his hand away, and pulled out slightly. I breathed, trying to get used to the stretching. Then his hand was back, touching my clit, this time covered with lube. The pain didn’t go away, but now there was an unwanted pleasure there. I shook my head. “No!” I was screaming now. “Don’t touch me like that!” I tried to escape his hand, his cock, everything, but every movement made his hand rub my clit or his cock move in my ass. Finally I held still, exhausted. Jace moved in and out of me, slowly, smoothly. His finger circled my clit. I lay there, crying. I didn’t want this. But he didn’t stop. And after a while the pain in my ass lessened, and the pleasure in my front increased. I was still crying, snot dripping from my nose onto the sheet, matched by the wetness from my pussy.
“That’s it,” Jace said. “You’re a good girl.” He took his finger away from my clit, and I was so relieved that I relaxed more without realizing it as he continued to move in and out of me. But then his finger was back, and it felt better than before.
“Please, stop,” I begged. “Just come in me.. Don’t make me like it.”
“No, slut,” Jace said. “I’ll come after you do.” He moved his hand away again, and then back, and I moaned, knowing that I would be defeated. Each time he moved his hand away and put it back it felt better, and the pressure in my butt became less and less painful. And then, I exploded, crying, humiliated. Jace’s finger continued to circle me as he pushed into me one more time, hard, relentless. He gave a yell, and was heavy on my back.
“For fucks sake, Jace, no cuddling the meat,” Gordie said. Jace pulled out of me and flopped onto the bed next to me. I turned my head so I couldn’t see him.
“Next,” Gordie said. “And for the love of all that is fucking holy, this is not a girlfriend experience. Get the fuck in, fuck her, and get the fuck out.” No one said anything. “Carl, you’re next.”
“Fine,” Carl said. “In and out and I’m wearing a condom.”
“Suit yourself,” Gordie said.
Jace pulled himself off the bed. Carl kicked my legs a little wider and spread my ass cheeks with his hands. When he pushed in it didn’t hurt. He must have been smaller than Jace, or maybe I was stretched now. A few thrusts and it was over.
“Charlie, you’re up,” Jace said.
“No,” Charlie said.
“For fucks sake, Charlie,” Gordie said, “I told you, she wants to be here.”
“No she doesn’t,” Charlie said, “and neither do I. I’m done with you shits. All of you. All of it. Have fun with the company because I’m done.”
“We have a fucking contract,” Gordie said.
“We’ll let the lawyers deal with it. Because unlike Belinda here, I would rather leave and take the consequences than be fucked in the ass by you.” He walked out, slamming the door behind him.
Carl and Jace looked at each other. I could see the uncertainty on their faces, but Gordie decided for them. “Get the fuck out,” he said. “There’s no company without your fucking best programmer.” When they didn’t move he screamed at them, “Get the fuck out!”
Carl looked at me. “Sorry,” he said, and he left. Jace followed him out.
Gordie stared at the closed door, a stupid stunned expression on his face. He turned to me. “You little bitch,” he said. There was loathing in his eyes. I had sat on the edge of the bed. He pushed me onto my back and folded my knees so that my ass was directly in front of him.
I really did not want him inside of me. Not because it would hurt, but because I hated him. He pulled his belt off and undid his pants. His cock pointed at me, as angry as the rest of him. He grasped it. “Beg me not to do this,” he said. “Beg me, like you begged Jace.”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. He made a fist with this free hand. “Beg me,” he ordered again.
I had found my opening. “It’s okay,” I said. “You’re smaller than the other two. It won’t hurt me. Go ahead.”
It worked. His cock softened in his hand. “Fucking whore,” he said. He picked his belt up off the floor and smacked my ass with it. I yelped. He hit me again. It hurt worse than before but I forced myself not to react. He hit me again. I twitched a little but made no sound. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Gordie asked. He raised the belt higher. “Why aren’t you screaming?”
“It’s okay if you hurt me, Sir,” I said. “I’ll get a few nights off and you can obviously afford it.”
Gordie stared at me, his belt held high. I held my breath, hoping my strategy would work on him. It did. He dropped the belt to the floor and seemed to deflate. “You fucking whore,” he said quietly. He stared at me, loathing in his eyes. “Get the hell out of this room.”
I tried not to hurry as I walked to the door. I closed it behind me and leaned against the hallway wall, grabbing my ass where he had belted me. The pain throbbed.
I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to go. The dormitory, I guessed. But then the elevator opened and Kaylee and Tonna were there and I had never been so happy to see anyone in my life. “You okay, honey?” Kaylee asked me, searching my face. I shrugged, remembering how I had whined to them the other morning because Avery hadn’t been nice to me. What had I known? “I’m fine,” I whispered.
The door opened behind us. “Take her, I’ll deal with him,” Kaylie said to Tonna. Tonna took me by the hand and pulled me around the corner. “Let’s just wait here,” she said. “Kaylee will deal with Mr. Prick.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “Deal with him how?”
“Vincenzo wants to see him. And Mr. Prime does too.”
“What? Why?”
“Oh, honey, you weren’t approved for more than one person, and Vincenzo wants to know how it happened.” Her eyes searched mine. “Are you okay? The other men who were with you aren’t saying much, they’re all scared of Mr. Prime, of course. Let me look at you.”
I turned around slowly, until Tonna could see the marks on my butt from Gordie’s belt. She tsked. “Those must sting, but they didn’t break the skin. You’ll be all right.”
I laughed at that. “How can you bear it, Tonna?” I said. “Night after night of this. The cruelty. The pain. It’s awful.”
Kaylee came from around the corner. “I sent him down on the elevator,” she said. “Vincenzo and Mr. Prime want to see you as well, Belinda. Best not to keep them waiting.”
Kaylee and Tonna rode down in the elevator with me and walked me to Vincenzo’s office. Kaylee knocked and opened the door. “Here she is, Sirs,” she said, and stepped aside for me to go in.
The men were in the couch area of the office. Vincenzo and Elliot Prime were standing. The four men from upstairs were sitting on the couch and armchairs. I hovered by the door. “Come in, Belinda,” Vincenzo said. “Kaylee and Tonna, you are excused.” His voice was bland, his face expressionless. I walked over to him. “Are you hurt?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure what to respond. What did hurt mean in this place? But I remembered what Gordie had said earlier. “I’m not injured, I don’t think, sir.”
“We’ll have the doctor confirm that later,” Vincenzo said. He turned to Mr. Prime. “What would you like to do, Elliot?”
Mr. Prime turned to me. For a moment he looked like a weary middle aged man. But then his eyes glinted and I could feel raw power emanating from him. Without thinking I took a step back. Vincenzo stopped me. “You know who I am?” he said to me.
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
“You know I own Damascus?” I hadn’t known, but he kept speaking. “And that my word is law here?” He was looking at the four men, not at me. “These men broke the rules. You’re new here. I want you to know that we protect our girls. None of them will ever come here again.” The men stared straight ahead, stoney eyed. “Apologize to the girl.”
Carl spoke first. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know we weren’t all supposed to be there.”
“Do you want to accept his apology?” Mr. Prime said.
What did I care? This was all for show. But Vincenzo tightened his grip on my arm. “Yes, sir,” I said.
“Get out,” Mr. Prime said to Carl.
Jace went next, and I accepted his apology. Then Gordie. I took a moment before I said yes to him. He was sweating and looked like he might throw up. This wasn’t worth it to me. He was nothing. I accepted his apology.
Then only Charlie was left. “I’m sorry, Belinda,” he said. But he was looking hard at Mr. Prime when he said it.
“Do you accept his apology?” Mr. Prime asked.
“No,” I said. Mr. Prime looked hard at me. I was not following the script. “I mean, he didn’t do anything to me. He quit his job, or gave up his deal, or something, instead of touching me. And then he walked out.”
“Is that true?” Mr. Prime asked him.
Charlie nodded. “I’m not a rapist,” he said. There was contempt in his voice, but I didn’t know whether that contempt was for me, or the other men, or Mr. Prime and Vincenzo.
“You lost money tonight?” Mr. Prime asked.
“I walked away from a business I spent three years building,” he said.
Mr. Prime stared at him for a mute. Finally, he said, “I like a man with principles.” He paused. “We can find a place for you in our organization.”
“Fuck off,” Charlie said. “I’d rather flip burgers for the rest of my life than work for you.” He stood up. “I assume I’m free to go?” He and Mr. Prime stared at each other. I was scared for Charlie. Mr. Prime was not a man you spoke to like that without consequences.
But after a minute Mr. Prime nodded. “You’re free to go,” he said.
After he left the office, Mr. Prime turned to me. “Go find a doctor,” he said. I was dismissed. Vincenzo didn’t look at me as I walked out of his office.
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