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Without further ado, Chapter 7:
I
managed to crawl off Avery and slump onto the bed next to him, my head on the
bare pillow. I was too tired to move any
more. “You did good,” he said, and he
rested his hand on my stomach. But then he
rolled away, put on his briefs and undershirt, and picked up his Blackberry.
I’m not sure how much time had passed when
I opened my eyes. Avery was coming out
of the bathroom. His hair was wet and he
was fully dressed. “Are you leaving?” I
asked.
He nodded.
“You can rest as long as you want,” he said.
“So that’s it?” I asked. But Avery had already returned his attention
to his Blackberry. He gave me a kind of
absent-minded wave as he walked out, turning off the overhead light and
shutting the door behind him. I felt stupid.
Of course that was it. A man
didn’t stay and snuggle with a whore, or with a sex slave. Avery had told me that himself.
I used the bathroom and then crawled back
into the bed. When I opened my eyes
again a hazy light was coming through a glazed glass window. Unsure of what I was supposed to do, I got up
and brushed my teeth again.
The door opened as I was coming out of the
bathroom. Kaylee came in, followed by Tonna carrying a tray of food. “We thought you’d never wake up,” Tonna
said.
“How did you know I did?”
Kaylee pointed to one of the cameras. “I think Vincenzo was holding his breath all
night until Avery finally uncovered the lens and he could see that you were all
right.” She grasped my hands. “You are all right, aren’t you, honey? He treated you okay?”
I nodded, but my eyes filled with
tears. “Oh, honey, what did he do to
you?”
“Nothing,” I said, knowing how stupid I
sounded. “Nothing bad. He made me come
over and over, and then he had me get on top of him, and he made me come again
while he was inside me.”
Tonna and Kaylee both stared at me like I
was crazy. “It’s just, he wasn’t very
nice,” I said.
I remembered suddenly what they had said
about their first times. “I know I
should be grateful. It could have been
worse.”
Tonna said, “I guess that’s what everyone
says – ‘it could have been worse.’
Especially with that man – there’s nothing like a rich sadist.”
“You know about that?” I asked her. “Have you been with him?”
Tonna shook her head. “I have,” Kaylee
said. “He knows his way around a woman’s
body, how to go just up to the edge of too much. He hurt me, but he didn’t injure me, and he
made me come, which is more than a lot of them do.” She sighed. “In the end it was just a night’s
work.”
There was a sharp rap on the door. Vincenzo opened it and stepped in. Kaylee and
Tonna exchange surprised looks. Vincenzo
ignored them.
“How are you doing?” he asked. He leaned against the doorframe and crossed
his arms. I felt warm when I saw him,
like we shared a secret. I remembered
him on the stage last night, always hovering just within sight, acting like he
was ready to pounce.
He frowned, and I realized I hadn’t
answered his question. “It could have
been worse,” I said, and added, “Sir.”
Tonna stifled a giggle, and Vincenzo glared at her. He nodded abruptly. “Make sure she sees the medic,” he said to Kaylee. He glanced at the tray Tonna had brought
in. “And make sure she eats
something.” He turned abruptly and left
the room.
There was quiet in the room for a minute,
and then Tonna and Kaylee burst out laughing.
“He’s always such a charmer,” Kaylee said.
Tonna brought the tray and put it on the
bed. “You’d better eat,” she said. “He’ll probably be watching you through the
camera as soon as he gets back to his office.”
I sat on the bed and took a bite of omelet.
I was suddenly ravenous. “Is the food
here always this good?” I asked, trying to remember to chew and swallow.
Tonna laughed. “They don’t starve us,” she said.
When I finished Kaylee said, “You might as
well take a shower here. Have some
privacy while you can.”
I suddenly remembered that I was naked, and
that Kaylee and Tonna were as well. I
couldn’t believe how quickly I had become used to it. “Will you wait for me?” I asked, feeling shy.
Kaylee nodded. “When you’re done we’ll show
you around.”
I showered quickly. When I finished, Kaylee and Tonna brought me
back to Dr. Lorenzo. He asked me a few
questions about how I was feeling and whether I was in any pain. When I said was a little sore he put me in
the gynecological table but barely touched me. “No point in doing any more
poking and prodding,” he said. He seemed
more concerned with the cut on my arm that he had looked at the day
before. We were in and out in five minutes.
“Okay,” Tonna said cheerfully. “Time for the tour. Let’s start with the dorm.” She and Kaylee led me up two floors of a fire
exit staircase and into a big room with cots lining the walls. They brought me over to one on the far side.
“This one’s yours,” Tonna said. “Mine’s
here,” and she pointed to the next one over, “and Kaylee’s is the next one.”
The cots were cheap metal, like a summer
camp might have. A wooden wardrobe was next to each of them. A combination lock, still in its packaging,
was on my bed. Kaylee picked it up and
handed it to me. “You’ll need to use
this if you don’t want girls rifling through your stuff.”
“What stuff?” I asked. Kaylee opened the
wardrobe next to my bed. The clothes I
had taken off in the room when Vincenzo had made me strip were in it. Tonna picked up my dingy sweater and
laughed. “I think naked is an
improvement,” she said.
“Oh, I doubt that.” The woman walking up to
us was stunning. Raven black hair that
fell to the middle of her back, a porcelain complexion, and mesmerizing light
blue eyes. And her breasts were magnificent. They were large but beautifully
shaped, with not a hint of sag. Her nipples were a dusky rose shade, and they
pointed at me. “Some assets should be
left—" she looked me up and down—“mysterious.” I knew she was insulting me but I didn’t
really understand what she was saying.
“Ooh, that’s a big word, Amber,” Kaylee
said. “Did someone tell you that’s what you were when you were sucking their
cock in the ballroom last night?”
Amber flicked her hair over her shoulder.
“Screw you, Kaylee. I see you made a
little friend.” Her eyes narrowed, and she said to me, “That was quite a show
you put on last night. We were starting
to wonder what Vin would do with you if you never came.” She said to someone over my shoulder, “Isn’t
that right, Heath?”
“These girls giving you trouble, Amber?”
Heath came up beside her and put his arm
around her. Amber’s face froze for a second but then she smiled at him. “They wouldn’t dare, not in front of
you.”
Heath puffed up at that. “Come on,” he said. “You’re wasting your time with them.” Amber’s face took on an almost vacuous glaze. “And I have time to give you another private
lesson.” He led her out of the room.
“Between the two of them, I don’t know
who’s playing who,” Tonna said, shaking her head.
Kaylee clucked her tongue. “Amber’s playing herself,” she said. “Heath is too dumb too know she only chases
him because of his uncle, and Amber’s too dumb to know that the Emperor won’t
give him the time of day.”
As they were talking a group of five or six
girls came up to us. Kaylee introduced
them to me. I wasn’t quite able to put all
the names she spouted – Lori, Vixen, Marjie, Suzette, a couple of others – to
the faces. They giggled around me in an
undifferentiated mass. But when Vixen
turned to talk to a girl behind her, I gasped.
Her back had ugly red lines criss-crossing it. “What happened to you?” I asked.
Vixen turned back to me. She had marks across her bressts. “Sadist,” she said with a shrug. “Means I get a couple of days off.”
I couldn’t look away. “Doesn’t it
hurt?”
For a moment that same blank look that
Amber had had when Heath had touched her flashed across Vixen’s face. She shrugged.
“Yeah,” she said shortly. Her
eyes filled with tears.
Everyone was quiet for a minute, taking it
in. I was sure that most or all of them
had been through the same thing. And
that I would as well.
“Who wants to give Belinda a tour?” Kaylee asked,
a bit too briskly. Several of the girls
joined in, and as a group they showed me around Damascus. They took me floor by floor through the tall,
narrow building. There were three other
living quarters, each with about 25 beds, all similar to ours. A gym, a couple of rooms with couches and a
TV, and several floors with private rooms like I had been in the night before.
Throughout, the girls talked and giggled, even Vixen.
We ended the tour in the cafeteria, which
was not that different than the cafeteria at my college – except that the food
was much, much better. As I ate my grilled salmon – a food I had not tasted
since before my mother died, the girls chattered with each other, sometimes
including me.
Amber came in as we were finishing. Her eyes were bloodshot but she still managed
to look snottier than the snottiest cheerleader in my high school. She sneered at me. “Enjoy the buttfucking tonight,” she said as
she walked past.
“What did she mean by that?” I asked.
The other girls at the table stared at me. After a moment one of them, I wasn’t sure of
her name, said, “It’s your second night in the lottery tonight. Don’t you know that?”
“Second night?” It sounds stupid now, but I actually had not
given any thought to what would happen that night. I vaguely assumed that some man would rent me
for the night. But it never occurred to
me that I would be in front of the crowd again. “And tonight it’s not my
regular virginity . . . “
Someone stifled a laugh. “Right, Honey,” Tonna said kindly. “Tonight your ass will be auctioned.” I remembered Vincenzo had asked me about whether
anyone had ever fucked me up the ass, as he had so delicately put it. I also
remembered him putting his finger up there, and that it had felt good when
Ricky had touched me there. But a cock
going inside my butthole? How would it
fit?
“She’s gone pale as a ghost,” one of the
girls said.
“Will it be bad?” I asked.
Tonna shrugged. “Depends on the man,” she said.
“Oh, hush,” Kaylee said to Tonna. She glared at everyone around the table. “Sometimes it can be bad, but it shouldn’t be
tonight. Just like last night, those men
will be competing to give you pleasure.
And just like last night, the man who succeeds will get to take you to a
room.”
“Do you think it will be Avery again?” I
asked.
“I don’t think so, honey. He doesn’t usually come here two nights in a
row.” She looked worried. “Is that okay? You said you didn’t like him much.”
“No, it’s a relief,” I answered. “It’s just a lot to take in.”
“Maybe not,” one of the girls said. “They
come in all sizes.” Everyone at the
table started laughing. I joined in, and
again wondered how I could be having fun.
When everyone quieted down I asked, “Are
there any other surprises for tonight I should know about?”
“I don’t think so, honey,” Kaylee
said. “It’s mostly like last night. I’ll do your hair, and you’ll get a massage,
and then it’s the show, and then you’ll go to the room with the winner.”
“And after tonight?” I asked.
“After tonight men will pay for you, and .
. .”
I shook my head and raised my hand for her
to stop. I realized I wasn’t ready to
think that far ahead.
A bell chimed. The girls all got up from
the table. “Thirty minutes until
opening,” Tonna explained to me. She hugged
me. “I love you,” she said. “Everything will be fine.”
I looked after her as she walked away,
stunned at her words. I loved her too,
and I loved Kaylee, and a man putting his cock up my butt wouldn’t change
that.
Kaylee led me back to the salon, where she
washed and blew out my hair, and then she brought me downstairs. We went into a different massage room than
the one I had been in yesterday. When
the door opened, I looked up expecting to see Ricky. Instead a middle aged white man walked in. He
was tall, with graying hair and a beard that was a bit scraggly. He dismissed
Kaylee. “Don’t feel bad,” he said to me. “Everyone’s always disappointed when I’m not
Ricky.”
“Where is he?” I asked. There had been that weird tension between him
and Vincenzo yesterday. I hoped he
hadn’t gotten into trouble.
“Working on some other girl. I’m Erik, but you will call me Sir.” He cracked his knuckles and waved for me to
lie down on the massage table. He began
working on my shoulders, just as Ricky had. His hands were bigger than Ricky’s,
and not as warm. He worked his way down my back, and nudged my legs apart. When he dripped warm oil between my ass
cheeks I closed my legs. “Behave,” he
said. I opened my legs again, and his
fingers moved into my crack, spreading lubricant there. When he touched my asshole a chill ran
through me. Ricky had touched me there, but this felt so clinical. And then his finger was inside me. My arousal came suddenly. Erik’s bored,
disinterested touch was humiliating; my arousal more so. I tried to hide it. But he was moving his finger in and out of my
butt, and I’d never felt anything like it.
I could feel my juices leaking out of my pussy and dripping down to my
clit.
Erik
stopped molesting my butthole. He
quickly rubbed my wetness around my clit.
“I’ve lubed you up,” he said.
“That will make it easier for you tonight.” He slapped my butt. “You’re all set. You can get up now.”
This was so quick compared to the long,
sensual full body massage Ricky had given me the night before that it took me a
moment to realize it was over. I sat up. “Don’t touch yourself,” he said, and pointed
to a camera over the door. Then he
left.
I looked around the room, trying to find
something to do with my nervous energy. I
walked over to the cabinets lining one wall and opened a door. It was filled
with bottles of massage oil. The next
one had sheets on the bottom shelf and towels on the top. I was just about to open the next one when I
heard someone clear his throat. I turned
around. Vincenzo. “We don’t keep the amputated
fingers in this room,” he said, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
“Hi,” I said. “Sir.” Would I ever get used to that?
“Are you sore from last night?”
“A little.
It’s not too bad.”
“Erik treat you all right?”
I shrugged
“He was . . . efficient.”
That glint of amusement again. “Bend over the table. I want to make sure
you’re prepared.”
I hesitated for second. “Right now,
Belinda,” he said, his voice hardening.
I obeyed him, placing my belly on the massage table. This was not the first time he had had me
assume this position, not the first time his finger had been in my ass. It was
just as humiliating this time, but now the humiliation pooled in my groin. I knew to keep my legs spread for him. His finger went in and out smoothly. “Good,” he said. “If I touch your pussy will you come?”
“No, sir,” I said. Erik was no Ricky. But then Vincenzo’s hand went below my pussy,
to my clit. His finger rested there for
a second, and then he was massaging me. It felt so good. He put his other hand on my lower back and pressed
gently. I was going to come. “Stop,” I said. “It’s too much.” I squirmed away from him and stood up. Would he punish me? “I’m sorry,” I said.
Vincenzo stared at me, like he was
confused. “I’m sorry, sir,” I said
again.
“It’s all right,” he said. “You’ll learn
control in time.” He broke eye
contact. “I’ll send Kaylee in for your
makeup.” He turned and walked out the door – although if I didn’t know better I
would say he scurried.
Kaylee came in a couple of minutes later
with her box of cosmetics. “You okay,
honey?” she asked. I nodded. “It’s a bigger crowd tonight. You put on a good show last night and word
got around.” She did my makeup quickly
and showed me my face in the mirror. It struck
me as odd that I recognized myself. Oh, I
looked better with Kaylee’s expert artistry on my face than I ever had before I
came to Damascus, but I was still recognizably me, Belinda. How was that possible?
“C’mon, Honey. Vincenzo told me to bring you out when you’re
ready.”
I took a breath. “I’m ready,” I said. And I was.
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