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They met at the gentleman's club. A fancy name for a
run down dive in the sticks, no booze, overpriced soft drinks and juices,
but nude dancers pranced in the stage in return for singles and fives
placed between their legs or tits. For an extra twenty bucks a patron
could go behind a screen where there was a ratty couch and one of the
girls would dance in his lap.
Well not dance exactly, more of sit there and wiggle and allow his hands
to wander over her body. Perhaps a kiss or two and a very lucky few
received a few strokes from her hand on their rigid cocks through the
fabric of their pants. Never more than that but it would be a lie to
suggest that there were not sometimes arrangements made for more later.
The cheap motel down the road was not adverse to short term room rentals
and if the money was green there was no reason to sign the guest log.
He was different than most of the patrons of the joint. Instead of a dirty
tee and jeans he wore a suit. A few may have thought about hassling one so
clearly out of place but there was something about him that gave them
pause. Maybe it was the way he moved or the fact that his suit was pulled
just a little too tight over his shoulders but he was not bothered as he
sat right next to the stage dispensing just a bit more than his share of
greenbacks to each dancer.
His tips and the fact that he was the only thing in the dump with any
class soon had the dancers paying attention to him to the point where he
needed to gently herd them away. Whatever dislike the other men there
might have had for him was deflected as they realized he was not trying to
hog the broads in the vernacular of the locals.
After he had seen all the talent working that night he chose one for a lap
dance. And for a surprise he did not pick the prettiest one nor the best
dancer nor the one with the nicest tits. Instead he picked Sue. Now she
was not what you would call ugly but she was just past her prime and the
realization that she was starting the long slide down the backside of the
hill showed.
She was still proud of her body and danced well but the wrinkles were
beginning to show and some of the moves were not as smooth as they once
were. Her once proud and firm tits were starting to droop but she was
still worth looking at even if she wasn't the pick of the litter any more.
The two went behind the screen and as she bumped and ground on his lap
they made plans. He left soon after but for some reason Sue spent the rest
of the night somewhat distracted and excited. The next night she was still
in that condition but even direct questions from the other dancers failed
to get her to open up about why. She stayed late that night and was the
last to leave after the owner locked up. He noticed her standing under the
old oak by the road but years of dealing with dancers and all their weird
behaviors had taught him to just ignore it so he left.
His old truck was just around the corner when the black limo pulled up.
The driver got out and asked if she was indeed Sue and upon being
reassured she was opened the back door for her and advised her to help
herself to anything she found there. She was a little disappointed she was
alone as she had hoped he would be in the car to greet her but she figured
he was a busy man and would meet her wherever the driver was taking her.
With the tinted windows and the soft lighting she could see nothing
outside as they drove so she explored the contents of the bar. Good stuff,
better that she was used to, top shelf in fact. She sat back and savored
three fingers of the finest brandy she had ever tasted and wondered just
how long the trip would take.
She never found out because she passed out from the drugs in that oh so
fine brandy and when she awoke she was laying on a big round bed blinking
at the sunshine pouring in the window. She was still dressed in her street
clothes, tee shirt and old jeans, panties and bra. She rarely went braless
except at work, she needed to postpone the drooping of her assets as long
as possible and besides her tits hurt after hours of bouncing and being
groped and the support of the bra felt good.
Her shoes and bag were on the table next to the bed and as far as she
could tell both herself and her things were still safe and untouched. By
the time she had found the powder room and checked to see if her money and
things were really ok [as if whoever owned this place would be interested
in stealing her measly eighty six bucks] there was a knock on the door.
At her spoken answer the door opened and he was standing there. He looked
even better in the good light and in his tennis shirt and white shorts.
She almost felt weak as she admired his body, no wonder none of the losers
at the club wanted to hassle him, he was built. And not only his muscles
as there was a very large and quite promising bulge in those shorts.
"Good morning sleepyhead, did you have a nice nap? I'm so glad I hadn't
planned anything for last night with you. You must really like my brandy
although I can't say as I blame you, its quite good. Do you need an
aspirin or a bit of the hair of the dog before we start the day?"
Besides feeling just a bit off balance she was fine but wished for a bath
and asked him if it was possible. "Nothing easier my dear. You just turned
the wrong way when you got up. That door over there leads to a very nice
bathing room and I'm sure you will find everything you might wish for
there. Enjoy it and when you are done just turn right from your door and
follow your nose to the terrace. Breakfast will be waiting. You do eat
breakfast, do you not? Of course you do. Well enjoy your bath and don't
hurry, we have all day."
As she soaked in a tub that was just a little too small to swim laps in
she wondered about her passing out last night. Certainly it was not the
first time she had drunk too much but always before she remembered
something. Last night all she remembered was getting in the limo and then
nothing until morning. And where was the awful hangover she had always
suffered through every other time she got plastered. Then again she had
never gotten blitzed on fine brandy before, maybe that was it. After her
bath she was loathe to crawl back into her old things but there on a bench
was a full outfit with a note telling her it was there for her.
He must have a tailor's eye for sizes she thought as she slipped into the
silk blouse and matching shorts. Even the bra was her size. She realized
she was wearing a week's earnings worth of clothes and for a second she
wondered just what she had to offer in payment. Surely her tired old body
was not it unless he had a thing for slightly shopworn dancers. She was
only twenty six, how did she get so old so fast?
Following both his directions and her nose she soon found the breakfast he
had promised and as she ate he asked her about herself. For some reason
she was soon telling him things that she had never shared with a living
soul before. About her childhood, her parents and what her life had been
like.
The father who was a drunken sex machine who demanded both she and her
mother live naked except for those time when clothing was required. The
old house at the end of a dirt road without any others for miles. The open
sex in front of her almost from birth. Her father's hands as he inspected
her young body. The friends he invited to use his wife's body and the
girlfriends he fucked in front of his family. The strange men and packages
that showed up at all hours and the sudden trips away while the she and
her mother were left alone hoping he would return before they ran out of
something they needed. Never being allowed friends. Then the night when
she was twelve.
He had been gone and she was in bed sleeping. She thought she had heard
his voice and some crashing noises, a fight perhaps, her mother's voice
pleading, the sounds of raw sex. Experience had taught her to stay in bed
and sleep through such things and she had done so. When she awoke in the
morning her she had the house to herself. While it was unusual it had
happened before so she got ready for the school bus.
It was only as she walked past the pond on the way to the road did she
find her mother. Floating face down in the muddy water, a collection of
empty beer cans on the shore and marks where she had slipped in the mud.
She was still standing there when the bus arrived. A frantic call on the
bus's two way radio summoned the police and an ambulance but before they
arrived her father came home. His questions to her told her not to mention
anything she might have seen or heard in the night.
She told the cops she had gone to bed late and her mother had been
drinking most of the evening. Her father told of his wife's binge drinking
and of his trip away for the night. In the end it was decided she had
gotten drunk and had gone out to stand and drink some more by the pond and
in her drunken state had simply slipped in and drowned. Sue never looked
at her father the same again for deep down she was sure he had killed her
mother. A week later she was woken up by him climbing into bed with her.
She knew at once he was going to demand she take her dead mother's place
as his sex toy.
Deaf to her pleading and cries he pawed her small breasts as she
whimpered. Her cries were blocked by his probing tongue as first his rough
fingers and then his hard cock probed her virgin pussy. The loss of her
virginity was a painful hurtful horror that lasted until the gray light of
dawn. By then she had no virginity left anyplace.
He staggered off to bed leaving her lying on sheets stained and fouled by
her blood. That and by the shit and piss that was the result of her losing
control during the awful night. She laid there for hours before forcing
herself to rise. She staggered to the bathroom and after puking her guts
managed to wash herself. That night was the start of her new life as a sex
slave. No act was beyond her father up to and including sharing her with
his friends. Some times she was so sore she could barely walk.
By fourteen she was knocked up. Her belly was just starting to swell and
she could feel the first movements inside her when one Friday afternoon
she got off the bus to find her dad waiting with three other men. She was
taken out back and brutally gang raped until morning. The week end was a
fog of pain and sex. She had what seemed like gallons of cum pumped into
and onto her body before the men handed him a wad of cash and left on
Sunday afternoon.
The night she awoke to such pain as she had never known. Her guts were
burning and she was bleeding heavily from her abused pussy. It was the
blood that convinced him she was in need of help and he had taken her to
the hospital. Once there she was rushed into surgery. In the morning she
was no longer pregnant and she would never be able to have children. Her
uterus had ruptured and it had to be removed along with her baby.
There was some kind of investigation but a knocked up trash teen was not
high on anybody's list of things to worry about so the story about some
hitchhiking teen spending the night and being the father was accepted with
relief by everyone. For two more years she lived as his slave, forced to
perform acts that even an old whore would find repulsive. Then one night
the cops came to her door. There had been an accident, her dad was dead.
Drink, speed, and a large maple tree had freed her from her captivity.
For the second time in four years she attended a funeral for a parent.
This time she cried from relief and not sorrow. There was not much of an
estate and the couple that took her in as a foster child soon wasted it on
things that were supposed to be for her but that she never saw. Then one
night he crawled into her bed. She managed to fight him off and by morning
she had packed her few things and was gone.
From then on she had lived on her own. Supporting herself dancing. Well
developed and pretty and able to pass for older most club owners were only
too happy to have her dance for them. She hated the horizontal interviews
but accepted them as the price on getting hired. She refused to sleep with
any patrons however. She was making good money and figured soon she'd have
enough to quit dancing and go back to school and get a real job and try to
have the life she'd always wanted.
Then she met Sam, tall and charming he was her prince on a white charger.
Before long she moved in with him and they made plans. But somehow things
just seemed to happen that forced them to wait just a little longer before
everything would change. He worked a lot of jobs but for some reason he
never seemed to stay at any of them very long.
The work was too dangerous or the boss's kid hated him or whatever.
Although she wanted to quit dancing they always seemed to need the money.
Then one night a car took down a pole and the club was blacked out.
Instead of getting home at three am she got there a little after eight.
Inside she found Sam in bed with two cheerleader types. On her dresser
there were lines of coke on a mirror. Once more she was running into the
night, broke and friendless.
From there she worked a secession of clubs but too soon each one was just
a little bit worse than the last until she ended up at the one where they
met. She knew she was getting close to the bottom and before long she
would be selling her body to the drunks for whatever she could get. The
end of the road was getting nearer than she liked but she could see no
turnoffs. So she was here and wondering just what she had gotten herself
into.
"That's quite a story girl. Bad luck seems to like you but you keep
trying, I like that and I respect you for it. Anyway here's the deal. I
want you to stay here and work for me for at least a year. There'll be a
trial and training period before the year really starts. I need you to get
back in shape and to learn my wishes and ways and wants but I pay well.
"At the end of the year I will pay you fifty thousand dollars, half in
cash, half in goods. It will break down like this, twenty five in a
checking account in your name in the bank of your choice, a fifteen
thousand dollar car of your choice and I will pay all taxes, fees, and one
years insurance, seventy five hundred for an apartment, and twenty five
hundred worth of clothes plus you keep any you use during the year.
"I will also pay for a tutor to get you through the G.E.D. and teach you
some job skills and I will use my connections to find you a decent job. In
return you will serve me and follow all of my instructions to the letter.
And yes there will be sex involved but I will be the only person you will
have to have sex with. I have a quite good appetite but I think you will
find me a good lover. But not every time. I do enjoy some things that I
doubt you'll like but nothing that will leave lasting damage or injury.
You will hurt but not be hurt if you get the difference. You will also
pose and act out for me. One woman sex shows if you will.
"You'll learn proper polite behavior. I wish a lady in the parlor and a
wanton whore in the bedroom. The perfect wife in other words. You will
have no other duties that filling my wishes. When I ask for something the
only acceptable answer will be yes or a request of instructions on how to
do it properly. You will be naked most of the time except for a fanny pack
containing such things as I require and a radio. You will be on call 24/7
but when I do not require you the time is your own.
"You may make use of anything in the house or on the grounds except for
those things and places that are locked. I have workrooms and collections
that you have no need to enter or see and they need not concern you. There
is a pool , sauna, spa, gym, lots of CDs and music, movies, a sat dish,
and books. You will not have contact with the outside world without
clearing it with me but there is really nobody you need to talk to anyway.
"I will arrange to recover your things from your room for you and they
will be kept here. Now I have some things to do so why don't look around
and check things out and think about it? I would advise you to stay fairly
close to the house and buildings and avoid going too far into the woods
however, there is a pack of rather nasty wild dogs in the area and you
wouldn't want to run into them. I've shot a few and they have learned to
stay away from the house so it is safe outside. I'll see you later, help
yourself to anything you find in the kitchen for lunch and we'll talk at
dinner. By the way my name is Nick."
She spent the day exploring and soon realized he had to be rich beyond her
dreams. There was indoor and outdoor pools with huge spas and piles of
thick fluffy towels. The sauna had a big TV and piped in music with soft
benches. The grounds were park like. There were several buildings hidden
in the woods. Most held nothing to interest her while the largest was
locked. Just past it was a clearing in the woods that reminded her of
Stonehenge. Not that where were big rocks but there were smaller ones and
stone benches in a similar pattern. A very pretty spot that nevertheless
sent chills down her back.
Returning to the house she found the gym and the theater. The kitchen
exploration reviled more good food than she had ever seen, no wonder the
gym was professional grade. Looking out the windows of rooms next some of
the locked ones she noticed that there was always a lounge or hammock and
a few odd posts sticking up. Almost like long dildos that were just about
the right size and height for a woman to straddle and fuck herself on. One
or two had things that looked like the saddle racks she had seen at the
stable next to one of the clubs she used to dance at. She found about a
half dozen doors locked to her scattered around the house, house hell the
place was a mansion. She found herself thinking about his offer.
She doubted there were too many sex acts she hadn't performed for her
father so unless the guy was a killer she should be able to endure
whatever he threw at her. After the year if he held up his end of the deal
she would for the first time in her life have a real shot at a better
life. The G.E.D. and his connections would open doors that always before
were locked to her.
The car, money and apartment represented the support and freedom of action
that had been missing before. She had known a lot of freaks and bastards
in her life and had a pretty good alarm system about them. Nick didn't set
off any of her alarm bells, hell if he meant her any lasting harm she was
already at his mercy and under his complete control anyway. Keep your eyes
on the prize and remember its only for a year or so and you can get
through anything she thought to herself as she realized she had already
accepted his offer.
At dinner she gave him her acceptance of his offer and signed a contract
with him. She supposed she should have read it but it was in legalese so
she trusted him. Hell she was trusting him with her life, this place was
so remote she couldn't hear anything but birds and wind, she didn't know
his name, and nobody knew where she was.
"Now that you work for me we will start the trial period. Remove your
clothes and get the fanny pack over there. In it you will find a bottle of
sex lube, a couple of vibrators and dildos, and a two way radio. I may add
to its contents from time to time but you will have it on or near you at
all times.
"You will spend at least two hours a day working out in the gym and I mean
a good honest workout that leaves you tired and sore. I want and you need
to be in shape. You will eat what you are offered but I think you will
find the food better than you are used to even if it is different. You
will take several pills each day and drink some teas that I will give you.
They will not harm you, think of them as health supplements and I think
you may like what they will do for you.
"When you leave here I promise you will be a new woman and will feel years
younger. You may feel free to just leave laundry and dishes around and
there in no reason for you to worry about dirtying anything or leaving a
mess, I have a very efficient staff although you may never see them. Your
only job in to please me.
"Tonight I want you to go to the gym and at the back there is a door you
didn't see. Go in and you will find a large room devoted to sex. Spent
some time and learn where things are, adjust as much of the equipment to
fit you as you can figure out how to. See what's there and think about
what interests you and what does not. For the next few days I want you to
spent most of your time in either the gym working out or in the sex room
getting used to what is there.
"Of course you may use the spas to help relax you from your workouts as
you need to. Just don't over do at first. Lots of slow easy things but
move around and do different stuff. I don't want you to pull anything and
put yourself out of action. You're a dancer and should know how to work
out but there are some sheets of suggested workout routines in the gym so
maybe you might want just follow one of the preplanned workouts. Same
thing in the sex room, take it easy and don't get carried away, a couple
of those fucking machines will get to you without you noticing until too
late. Now I do have some things to do."
Before he left she managed to ask him the one thing that had been
bothering her, why her?
"Two reasons really, one you look like somebody I used to know and two I
made my money by finding things others thought of as worthless and
salvaging them. Now I do it for a hobby. If I can help someone like you
and have some fun along the way why not? You will work harder that you
ever have before and you will earn your redemption with blood, sweat, and
tears so when you have it you can be proud of the fact that you earned it
the hard way.
"I meant it when I said you would not leave here as the woman you are
today. Unless you screw up the world will no longer shit on you at will.
You won't have to dance and let slobs paw you. You will be set forever.
Now I really have to get going. I'll see you tomorrow or the next day."
She found the sex room and was shocked by its size and what was there.
She'd been in sex shops with less stock. There was a lot of BDSM equipment
and toys as well as sex chairs and swings. More dildos, vibrators, butt
plugs, and other toys than she had ever seem. Another of the saddle racks
and several of the floor mounted dildos were there as well. Floor mats and
some kind of electronic equipment she could not identify as well as hoses
and floor drains were scattered around.
God, fifty people could have an orgy in there without crowding or having
to wait for something to use. The only thing that bothered her was the
gallows and the garrote post. She hoped they were not for real use
although she could see some people getting off playing with them. And the
guillotine had to be fake even though it looked fully functional.
She spent several hours just exploring the room and its contents before
returning to her bed. Her sleep was bothered by dreams she could not
remember but she awoke refreshed to find breakfast waiting on her night
stand. Food and pills that she could not identify but that was tasty and
left her feeling good and ready to face the world. A good hard workout
left her ready for the spa before returning to the sex room.
She needed to ask if she could wear a sports bra and shorts for her
workouts though. Her tits hurt from the bouncing and she was a bit chafed
from the bike but other than that it felt good to move and use her body.
And she was in better shape that she thought she was. Almost three hours
in the gym and she could still walk. A light workout tonight to keep
herself from stiffing up should make it a good day.
Once back in the sex room she spent some time actually sitting in and on a
lot of the equipment. Most fit her rather well although the bike needed
some adjustment. Instead of turning a wheel the pedals moved a dildo up
and down in the seat. Ride and fuck at the same time. She played with it
for a while and found herself responding to it to the point where she had
a small orgasm. Kind of surprised her, she had not had one from having
something stuck in her for a long time.
Usually the only way she could cum was by playing with her clit or being
eaten and since she rarely had anyone to eat her she was left with her
trusty vibrators or fingers. Besides she was normally too stressed out and
tired to bother trying so a orgasm was a fairly rare thing for her. Maybe
it was a good sign.
She found the fucking machines he had mentioned too. One was a upholstered
half drum with three shafts that various dildos could be mounted on. The
control box was clearly labeled and she soon figured it all out. By
pushing the right buttons she could control the speed, angle, and depth of
the stroke of each shaft independently and could add vibrations to the
whole thing.
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