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THE STARLET SLAVE 13
joypaine
13. Tamed
Well, he certainly worked me over for a while. He even made a couple of wounds
that I was sure would leave scars. He apologized to Peck about it -- not to me,
of course -- and said that he'd pay extra for the damage. But after all, he
pointed out, they were in places where nobody but my clients were ever likely to
see them -- and probably only the special rate customers at that. And for those
guys, a scar in a place like that could be a turn-on, rather than a blemish.
Well, Old Nelly was a first in another way, too. By the time he had worked
himself up to the pitch of excitement where he was ready to fuck me (and we had
been wrong at school, by the way -- his prick was hard enough to do plenty of
damage) he didn't want to remove those torture devices he had so lovingly
placed. So he had me French him instead. But first he put a bite block between
my back teeth, to keep me from damaging his tool, either out of spite or when I
involuntarily clenched my teeth in pain.
When he had finished raping my face, he left me still strapped to the bench
while he dressed, with the torture devices still in place. After all, he said,
Peck or one of the girls could undo me at their leisure -- unless they wanted to
take up where he had left off.
Well, after those three customers had finished with me, not to mention the rape
by Peck himself (and the one after Nelly had left), I felt so filthy and so --
used -- that I just didn't give a shit any more. All of my self-esteem was gone,
and I was already thinking of myself as Peck wanted me to -- as the town whore.
And I knew that the rest of the town would, too, as soon as Ferd the Nerd
started shooting his mouth off and showing those pictures of him fucking me.
I guess that Peck had set some sort of record with me -- from virgin to whore in
a couple of hours flat.
I knew that I couldn't run away, or even kill myself, because of what the shock
would do to Mom. And, as I said, I just didn't give a shit. As long as the word
didn't get back to Mom, I knew that I would do just about anything that Peck
asked. And I had a pretty good idea what he was going to ask, too. And he
wouldn't even have to use that damned Persuader to get me to do it. The only use
he'd have for that Little Wonder from now on would be for fun -- his own and
that of his "special rate" customers.
Old Peck knew that he had me. He knew his business, all right. I wondered how
many other lives he had ruined, and how much money he had made from the pricks
that had helped to ruin them.
So life settled down into a hellish routine from then on.
