The honey trap

09/06/2012

THE HONEY TRAP

In a side street in a discreet bar in the UK, a group of people drank illicitly as the clock reached towards 2 am at an exclusive drinking waterhole/night club

Amongst that collection of drinkers was a cluster who sat on an exclusive table, an ill-assorted faction of people, drawn to each other by a common cause

  Angie.  A property landlady, who rented out rooms in the area and above her pub to prostitutes for extra income.  Tony, a local entrepreneur who liked a good time.  While now living in the

area, his work took him abroad for business and pleasure.  And Bob who was the local debt collector and enforcer for both Tony and Angie

 

The main difference between the four characters was that three of them (Tony, Angie, and Bob) were deeply involved in Corporal punishment, thoroughly enjoyed controlling and abusing

young women, with a strap or cane, or simply enjoyed putting reluctant  participants over their knee for a good punishment spanking.  Each enjoyed in her own way, the prospect of thrashing

someone, as long as they could have enjoyment and hilarity at the participants misery

The fourth, could see, though not comprehend, the fascination of the three others with inflicting pain; personally she put it a bad second to earning money.  And in fact found it highly amusing

that grown men and women would spend productive time misleading and ensnaring people into having their bottoms smacked; it was not as if they made any real money

  She was there for the express purpose of increasing her income by coercing one way or the other young women to become streetwalkers and escort ladies.

Money, not C/P was her main driving force.

But if the people she was involved with enjoyed spanking and beating, who was she to complain as long as she wasn't personally affected, others pain and misery were not her concern

   That fourth member of the group was an invited regular guest Honey Bradman, a Yankee woman she had recently moved into the area, and had been invited as a possible investor to join the

inner circle; she was now a regular visitor to the top table.

None of the first three were involved personally, in the Club's illicit enterprise's, sensibly passing the risk to others.  However, each had a little sideline that was dependent on them

manipulating, and abusing those who were unfortunately addicted to various illegal substances

The Club was staffed by girls who rented rooms and flats around the area to use for prostitution.  Part of their rental contract was that they would work two nights a week in the bar;

employment that reduced the weekly rent they owed.

   The girls were allowed to use this time to advertise their prostitution services; the club got free labour, with the specification that half the income of any work picked up by the girls was

returned to the club.  As well as a handsome profit from the drink they sold to punters who bought it freely, in the knowledge that the girls now serving them so delicately, could soon be just as

delicately servicing them down the road

A strict regime of reporting liaison's was in force.  Any girl found abusing this trust, could find herself in very serious trouble.  At the very least she would be instantly dismissed and, and the

rental agreement for her apartment terminated along with a unspecified threat of police action for using the premises for immoral purposes

 

However it was common knowledge that some girls disappeared for two or three days, during which time they were used by discipline minded punters, who paid extremely highly for the

opportunity to give a lying, cheating Hooker a painful and humiliating lesson about deceitfulness.

  To keep in with the law, the working whores were not allowed to be touched as they scurried back and forth delivering drinks in scantily clad topless waitress uniforms, only book

appointments for later liaisons.  Nevertheless, in reality, the indignity of a grope, or a sharp slap on their rumps was part of their job spec.  This was taken to extremes by the select group who sat

on the top table.  Every opportunity being made to demonstrate just who their boss's were.

  Tony egged on usually by Angie was the worst offender feeling he had every right to put the girls through the groping, mainly because most of them were earning money, good money because

he had sponsored them on dancing contracts to come to the UK.  His money paid for the flight, the force passport visas and sundry expenses, a service for which he charged $20,000, a loan

which the girls were then encouraged to prostitute themselves to repay at very high interest rates.

PROFILE OF THE TOP TABLE.

Tony.  A local entrepreneur who had made good he had made his money through importing goods and services from abroad, and then expanded into his first love Show business.  In promoting

girls who had talent, he was very aware of the urgent need of girls to be Celebrities and took every advantage of it.  Young starry eyed groupies who came into his office looking for stardom,

were given short shrift, he made it quite clear from the start that he had no interest helping them unless they were willing to go over his knee for a spanking, and then onto the bed for a good

screwing and a little bit of sodomy.  They soon found out that if they couldn't "the deep throat" then they were passed over for another hopeful who could.  He soon had a stable of willing

young, spunk filled, talent who he exploited discreetly, but unashamedly.  This was a price the girl had to pay for Celebrity grooming.

If the girl was successful, she accepted it as a price for stardom.  If she wasn't talented, then Tony unashamedly groomed, if not forced her onto the Game.  Many a budding Star had gone on

stage with her arse stinging and red-hot, Aware that Tony promoted a good spanking as a psychological aid to an animated performance.  However many of the willing groupies he spanked and

fucked in his office went on to become tarnished hookers.

Tony as a sideline also imported, girls who wanted to be Dancers, most however found themselves dancing on their backs.  He never soiled himself with physically abusing the girls who

wouldn't comply; this he left it to another colleague a self-employed sadist named Bob.  The final management and daily discipline he left his colleague Angie

Angie A typical product of the 1950s educated in London Perversions, CP fanatic (0TK, strap or cane, and whip) Pimping, Brothel keeper Ex-prostitute.

She oversaw and remotely managed the girls in the Brothel-based above her Public house; completely detached from the main business it made its money renting out four of the five flats, to

local prostitutes at exorbitant rents

The fifth was a tiny office in which an older Madam co-ordinated payment from all five rooms and banked into a separate company.  That company also ran Street girls, using Bob as an

overseeing Pimp.  Below a sixth, room in the basement was occasionally rented out to selected clients for special deviant criminal events

A sixth room in the basement was kept empty except for special functions, occasionally rented out to selected clients for special deviant, almost criminal parties

Bob ran a legitimate Bailiff, Debt collection, money-lending agency, again employing others from Romania to recover any debts, and controlled via selected pimps the girls on the streets.  The

same faction also imported, Heroine, crack cocaine and occasionally where there could be created a demand Crystal meth's.

Graduating from, Army to Traffic warden, to Bailiff, to Debt collector.  Enjoyed CP, be a GSM but mainly devoted his time to emptying his over active, over productive sex glands

Honey Bradman

Born to enjoy the more expensive things of life, a complex person who while not into enjoying humiliation and degradation to the same degree as her new colleagues, had no compulsion in using

the desperate need of people to be, or met celebrities and using their desperation to get them to whore for her

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Angie's summary.  the first member of the consortium spent her education being fearful in a couple of classes in her Primary school where it was common practice for teacher to throw chalk

,even blackboard rubbers at non-attentive pupils, and use a ruler on the hands and a slipper on the backsides of disobedient pupils in front of the class.

However, it was in Secondary school, where a pupil was cold-heartedly caned by a master that set her on the road to becoming first a Teacher, a Pimp then a Brothel Madam.

The lad in question had cheeked the Master and tried to walk out of the room.  Out came the cane and the disobedient boy made to bend over for "Six of the very best".  Angie remembers

watching spellbound as the cane creased the boy's trouser seat in front of the whole class with almost cruel intensity.  However, the boy disappointed her by stubbornly refusing to cry out

except for a visible flinch when he was wacked on the backside.

She had been waiting with bated breath for him to have his trousers pulled down so the cane would land on his bare bottom; as she had heard allegedly happened in the Headmasters office. 

Then she could have seen if it was true, that a boy's Willie often inflated under the effect of being caned, or whether it was just girl talk.

As she got more and more aroused she could only assume the boys was getting as aroused as she was, as the cane raised searing but unseen welts on his bum.  But regrettably, his Willy

remained hidden.  She would love to see if that Willie would eject that white stuff when stimulated as it was whispered it did

Leaving college with a degree, she went straight into Teaching following her urge to use a cane on a bottom.  The gender of the recipient was irrelevant, but her inclination was  for seeing

female's beaten because you got a much more satisfying squealing and blubbering along with a splendid display of tense hysterical distress.

Starting in a Primary school, she soon became expert in the use of the trusty slipper, and used the ruler with relish on girls and boys hands and bare legs.  But after 18 months,  her reckless urge

to be able to whack a backside with a cane made her take up a post of trainee Assistant Headmaster in a rural undistinguished Grammar school.

The school had a splendid disciplinary record with 90 pupils a year being sent to the Headmaster office for the cane, and she was soon chaperoning pupils as they were told gravely to bend over

in his office.

The Headmaster was renowned for his caning prowess and Angie soon found out he was also a pervert.  The first youth she watched having a stick put painfully across his arse was a boy who

had been late six times.  The Headmaster watched her closely as he ordered the boy to undo his belt, lower his trousers then bend over.

His eyes narrowed as Angie's eyes almost glowed at the stooping boy posture, and taking a chance, but only a small one dragged down the boys underwear exposing what he preferred, a bare

bum to cane.  Angie said nothing, but her breathing increased notably as her eyes stared at the boys Willie.

  When he then increased the boys uneasiness by running his hands over the boys bum, and stepping back laid on the first of the three he had coming he though Angie was going to faint.  But

no. she just breathed an ecstatic sigh, watched enthralled as with a loud Thhh--WHACK the cane whistled through the air, and spent its energy, excruciatingly on the naked skin of the boys

bum.

With the boys, punishment over and the boy had left snivelling, he said to Angie.  You enjoyed that didn't you?  Angie hesitated and came clean.  "Yes, I did, it was much more exciting than I

ever imagine; then hesitated not sure if she had said the right thing".  Don't worry I really delight in caning them myself, making boys blubber is great.  But is even more interesting and may I

say fulfilling to whack the girls.

I was just a little disappointed his Willy didn't shoot that white stuff said Angie, again surprised at her forthrightness

Oh you were, were you!  That's because he didn't enjoy it.  However if you had grabbed hold of it and given his Willie a little rub as I wacked his arse, then it's often happens.  The dirty sods!

Next time, let's see if we like more of the same thing.  How would you like to use the cane on the next delinquent?  Oh, can I?  Yes, please.  I've always wanted to do that .but I'm not

authorised, I'm only still a trainee.  "Well we all do thing were not supposed to, but if nobody tells, then nobody knows."

The next time came three days later again, another late boy, again 3 of the best.

However, this time the Head Master after exposing the trembling boys bum, And enjoyed rubbing his hand slowly and lovingly on a backside that was very soon doomed to be red, sore and

deservingly throbbing and not only from the whacking, then he handed the trainee Head the cane as he reached around and stroked the boys erect prick.  Take your time and land them nice and

straight.  A well-caned bum has vertical strokes neatly placed, progressing downward.  And make sure you cause him as much anguish as you can, otherwise there's no point in doing it.

Angie enjoyed using the cane so much she didn't even notice the headmaster exposing his Willie, so she was slightly bewildered when the Headmaster approached the still jerking and pathetic

boy and pushing his miserable snivelling  head down brutally down between his legs, bugged him up the arse.  The boy convulsed dramatically as his arse hole gave under the assault, but said

nothing, giving Angie her second wicked thrill.  Then with cock firmly up the youth arse, he reached around and griped the boy's penis.

Looking Angie fixedly in the eye said huskily.  You want to see him squirt spunk then you had better grab hold.

A mesmerised Angie did as he instructed.  Just pull on it in time with me; don't make it too pleasurable, he's here to be punished and concentrated on relieving himself up the young lad arse

hole.  Fascinated Angie watched white spunk spurt on the floor.  See he likes it as much as you do, just keep this little project to ourselves eh!

Again once the youth had left the two had a chat, but this time with Angie's knickers off as she was being shagged on the headmasters couch.

From then on Angie got her caning experience, the student, schoolboy or schoolgirl, it didn't matter they were treated the same, caned then, wickedly wanked off by Angie as they suffered a

penis up her/his arse.  Afterwards the Headmaster got to fuck Angie on the couch as an expression of mutual gratification.

The occasional pleasure of whipping a snivelling teenage girls bottom was not enough for Angie.  Caning a adolescent temptress, flirting bottom was too much fun.

Mister sucking and bring you   So she set about setting traps for selected pupils, planting supposedly stolen goods in their lockers, instituting a hue and cry, then on finding the goods .Then

enjoy telling the snivelling terrified girl that she would be expelled tomorrow after her parents had been informed.  However considering this was her first offence; an arrangement could be

made for her to attend the headmasters office for a caning.                     

   Carefully explaining that due to the serious nature of the crime a caning on the hand wouldn't be enough, the only way to punish her rather than expelling her, was that she would be touching

her toes and the cane would have to land on her bare flesh.

    However once in the office, Angie always used to insist that each of the culprit's hands were caned,  before bending over and getting it across the bottom.

   It was too much temptation not to give the girl some idea of just how much the cane hurts and watched fascinated as they held out a cringing hand the other held throbbing under the armpits

from receiving two hard cuts.  Knowing that very soon that same cane would be whacking them hard across the bare backside.  That would give the blubbering bitch something to complain

about.

  Once when caned by Angie and snivelling and holding her bottom, the girl would then sympathetically held and gently abused and wanked off.

Then with Angie firmly pushing the girl's head to the floor and giving a quick nod to the Head, the headmaster would determinedly sodomise the sobbing bitch.  

Over the next year the amount of pupils taken by their ear to the headmaster's office and caned rose to a remarkable 125 entries in the punishment book.  Each one representing a blubbering

schoolgirl of schoolboy bending over and having a cane whacked across their backside.  Amazingly, 87 of those were done on the bare backside.  Ensuring that they left with more than just a

smacked bottom.  the entry's varied, from a 10 year old who got just one hard stroke which made him ejaculate into Angie's hand immediately after getting a red welts across his backside.  He

was then wanked off again while he was buggered.  To a very cute, but arrogant temptress, who have to take one cut of the cane for every one of her 15 years of age?  Because she kept on

insisting, she was innocent.  But frightened and scared of being expelled, she successfully swallowed cum, during a break after the first six, then with tears streaming from her innocent eyes,

submitted herself to spunk up her very tattooed backside

  

However, some of the pupils she would love to take to the office for a caning were out of her reach, as they had influential parents.  So she settled for second best and had them shamefully

caned in front of the school.  Consequently, the school had a spate of stealing from the Teacher Common room.  Five incidents in a single year

Five culprits were found.  Two eye-catching youths and three prim and proper, goody-two-shoe's female students.  It was easily to pilfer a college's wallet or purse and place in the culprit's

locker.  The police were then called, however the School never pressed charges preferring to expel them as simple thieves But first, they were called to account and caned on the school stage in a

hastily convened assembly.

Over that special year, Angie had the exquisite experience in not only watching, but being solely responsible as three sweet, pretty, flirtatious but also goody, goody girls being made to bend

over in front of 450 students, in three separate incidence of expulsion

Calculatingly she had selected her victims; two were in positions of authority.  One had been voted by popular vote Head girl, another a Prefect.  A very attractive but studious young lady was

her first victim.  It had been easy to set the little minx up, now she could sit back and watch the little accused thief get her comeuppance, in public on the Hall stage, in front of her fellow pupils.

  Made to stand, on her own humiliated and trembling, in front of the stage, while the Bursar, informed the whole school that a thief stood before them.  A thief who was about to get her just

deserts, and then dragged her by her ear to the Headmaster, who as she was marched onto the stage had discreetly showed her he was carrying a cane; a sight that terrified her.  Knowing she

would have a good five minutes thinking about her backside and how many she was possibly going to get.

  Making the thief bend over, facing the audience so they could watch her agonised face, she was made to hold her skirt tightly across her soon to be thrashed backside, giving Angie a very

gratifying view of a backside that would soon be jumping under the cane.

Nine solidly spaced cuts she got, each one being delayed till the shock of the previous one had abated.  Angie watched spellbound as in between the jerks, the cane slashed into the flesh of her

young adolescent arse, she snivelled and blubbered.

It was then she realised things needed a little more planning.  There after the miscreants were informed to wear PT shorts, without underwear, the thin cotton shorts were no protection against a

slashing cane and came as near as Angie could arrange it to having them beaten naked.

  She then had the pleasure on two separate but memorable occasions in subjecting Good-looking but arrogant girls to a shaming, humiliating and extremely excruciating thrashing in front of

their fellow students.

The Head girl she especially remembered was called Beryl Mountain, a Six former she oozed pretentiousness and she relished from the start using the cane to whip the Bitch in front of the

School.

       

With the Headmaster's permission, in exchange for not noticing him sodimising a 14 year old schoolgirl in a Study caning, she had the wicked offender  position behind closed curtain while the

assembly arrived

With the girl already positioned and bending, she took the time to taunt her about the pain she would soon be in and was unobserved able to bum the girl with two fingers, spitefully making her

squirm, not as humiliating as a cock, but it would do.  Then when the curtain opened and she was able to announce that ashamedly she had found another thief to expel.

Then could watch with relish as she inflicted pain to the almost none-existent cotton fabric covering the girls arse and see each scarlet welt hardly disguised by the thin fabric as the cane did its

work.  Deliberately using all the strength, she could in sadistically landing the cane.  Standing behind her, bringing the cane down with considerable force.  Whack!  Knowing it would be

instantly transferred to the girl's backside.

Being so close, she could see through the thin material the vague outline of the welt she had just inflicted, quite aware the girl would be traumatised as she sadistically beat the girl

Again, each girl put on a very gratifying performance of screeching and squealing gasping with her eyes clenched shut in torment in exchange for the effort she had put in.

Leaving nobody in doubt they were suffering extreme pain as she whipped the extremely whippy rattan, she had purposely purchased; viciously across her deserving backside.

As they had been caught, stealing Angie felt an example should made of them.

Mountain got 15 as deserving her fall from grace as a Head girl and she whimpered in-between each one before being taken away by her mortified parents.

Angie spent time on the Headmasters couch discussing the case and being fucked

  The boys were dealt with the same way, sports shorts 12 cuts, but it was never as exhilarating as the two boys struggled to take a bottom beating like a man, even if it was unjust, it was still

deserved

   However time was to catch up on Angie ,by the mid-seventies the cane was banned and though she looked to take a post overseas were the cane was still wielded decided to go into Vice and

selling drugs as a Brothel manager.  There she could still weld her power, and drug addicts were very vulnerable to a smacked bottom.  It was there she met the other three

Bob Halam was less complex, aged 45 single; his main objective in life was the urgent discharging of the spunk stored in his balls.  Born with an almost grossly large penis, he had a discharge to

match.  A man known for his big sexual appetite, Honey had big problems with him at first, till she told him bluntly to fuck off.

Tony and Angie used to joke that his bladder was feeding into his bollocks.  However, both ceased joking when they realised that Bob could become quite belligerent about the subject.  A

natural social psychopath, he had no remorse in using someone to achieve that object.  And had developed a predilection for enjoying others wretchedness and misery while doing it

With this pressing need directing his efforts, he naturally gravitated to becoming a Bailiff, then a Debt collector and a Pimp.  In all these trades, he was in his element with the authority over

someone in debt.  In addition, if he could help some unfortunate female pay her arrears by draining his testicles then they all benefited.  If that distressed them tough!  The other alternative

would be much more distressing.  If they wouldn't/couldn't play the game then they paid the consequences whether it was the loss of the television, a car, or later ending up on the streets selling

the use of her cunt, were really down to her.

Born with a sort of split personality, often he was a naturally affable guy, yet he could watch with almost disinterest as he directed others to actually carry out the penalty of punishment for not

paying.  Enjoying the sight of housewives who refused to gain down on her knees in front of his cock, being thrown out of her house for not paying her rent.

And if they did oblige, feeling nothing except satisfaction as a indebted female choked on his oversize penis or sobbed in pain as their back passage of vagina was stretched beyond endurance

accommodating him.  Usually he just patted them on the head and made an appointment to see her either tomorrow or next week depending on the size of her debt.

  As for drug addicts he had no time for them, they pay for their drugs one-way or the other.  Usually abducted in the street and taken to a private house or if already on the Game trapped in her

flat, he got no end of a kick as he eagerly watched the girl being dragged into position.

Multiple emotions would flicker across his mind.  Satisfaction as squealing she was gripped round the waist and upended so her head was properly bowed and her bottom ready for its horrible

medication.  Smiling as two white buttocks were exposed as her jeans were pulled down exposing the girls sort after goodies.  Gloating that soon that bottom would be marked and squirming

with pain, And of course expectant anticipation in watching the girls sex slot grinning back at him as she was positioned, almost begging to be raped.  The fact that all the time she would be

squealing begging and be absolutely terrified suited his personality to the ground. 

Punishment was punishment and just wasn't meant to be pleasant, why someone shouldn't enjoy it.

  Then with the girl screeching, her arse would be tanned, for a mild amount, he would use his belt, anything over a couple of hundred quid and he'd cane her.  Hopelessly addicted drug addicts

would be whipped.

He always enjoyed watching a girl having her bottom smacked.  They became so docile, pain was a great leveller.  Once that agonising pain had saturated her brain, they would then enjoy her

body.  The belt he liked because it made a nice noise and stung like hell without really bruising.  Very good for disobedient housewives.  The cane he loved the swish and the yell, the bruising

and stinging all at the same time and quite often marking of for months.  The bullwhip was vicious and was meant to be; this was for hardened addicts and was often used between the legs.

The girl was then be repeatedly raped and sodomised; however, he never took more than was his due.  Taking his rate from the local whore market.  £10 for a blowjob, £24 for a good fuck, a

tenner for smack across the arse, whether with a strap or a bull whip the price was the same.

Unfortunately that meant if the girl owed more than a couple of hundred quid, she either got a lot of guys enjoying her and the bullwhip cutting her bottom, or the treatment was upgraded, and

after being whipped, screwed into the ground with a multi- gang bang the bitch had bits of her slashed or cut off with a knife.  If the girl had been especially difficult trying to get in agreement

or if she had been rude about his easy payment plan then she warranted special treatment.

For whores he felt circumcision was very appropriate.  Simple addicts would be sewn up, sometimes the stitch's being pulled tight on obnoxious things like slugs or Beatles Then the woman's

punishment was concluded by leaving her with the nasties crawling about inside her.  The next time she would be circumcised.

It was this total lack of concerned for other's feeling in this area that attracted both Toney and Angie to him.  He collected Tony's drug debts , put pressure on Angie's girls if they weren't

compiling with Angie's strict working system, in return they turned a blind eye to the distress and misery he caused and even relish participating in the consequent wretchedness.  As the Minder

of the group, he collected any debts that were outstanding either from the illicit drink he sold or the drugs.

Honey's profile.  Knowing that many young up and coming socialites desperately wanted to be invited to the spectacular parties.  She arranged for them to be escorted by one of the senior

members.  The girl got an invite to society; the senior member got guaranteed shag that night.  Honey made a nice profit without any of that disagreeable sexual involvement.  However, things

got out of hand with a 15-year-old girl; the meeting was arranged in good faith.  But in the Stars bedroom, the girl panicked and was subsequently raped, or so she said.  Honey was sentenced

in her absence absents to 7 years, no parole, to be served in solitary for her own safety

When the word got out, her husband divorced her, and she fled to escape prosecution as a Brothel Madam, leaving several young ladies languishing in jail after being charged and convicted

with prostitution offences.

Not that this worried her, they wanted to be introduced to Society, she needed money, the guys wanted young flesh to fuck.  All she had done was bring it all together; all in all, she couldn't

see what she had done wrong.  She had taken a little time to settle in to the area using her model girl looks to supply an income doing a little glamour model work.  Soon was spending her nights

in the local den where after the first drink she was able to coax, with vague sexual propositions, one or more of the customers to refill her glass.

***

So good a regular she became, that it wasn't long before she had been invited to the late night drinking session that took place after official drinking hours.

During one of their drinking sessions after hours in the den, passing Honey a new drink Tony asked her how long she intended to stay in the UK.  

  Honey went red with embarrassment, and confessed that's really she should have gone back six months ago as she was only on a two-week visa.  But she had problems back in the States and if

only she can get temporary work, she would like to stay permanently.  But with no work visa, she was finding it little difficult to survive.  Though she had a substantial divorce settlement it

wouldn't last forever.  Then laughingly asked if anybody knew of any old, decrepit Sugar Daddy as really she was a Party girl and was finding life a little boring at the moment.

Apologising for her crudeness, she asked seriously whether they knew of any cash-in-hand jobs.

Angie looked cross, you had a job, and you blew it remember.  Honey went red as she remembered being booted out of a cleaning job which Angie had given her when she first came over, and

caught her using the Bar for a clandestine photo-shoot. 

Yes, well we all do things we shouldn't, she said defiantly

Well said Angie, you could always work upstairs, turning her eyes upwards. 

No Thanks!  Said Honey with a grimace, knowing full well that Angie ran a high-class brothel above her pub, and lorded it over her girls, with a rod of iron.

No offence Angie, but the last thing I need is that sort of activities in my life, I can understand you being a little older, may prefer that type of clientele.

But I've rented out girls and I know what they had to put up with.  It may be you like that sort of thing, but I'm still of the age where I can select my boyfriend's one at a time.

How you can handle all those dirty old man pawing you every day is beyond me.  The personal contact and messy ejaculations, and you have no idea where they had been, let alone where they

going.  How you girls can take anybody to bed just because they have the money to pay is beyond belief.  No Thanks, far too personnel for me, I'd rather take my chance and go back to the

States than get involved in that

Suddenly things got catty,

A least you profess I'm high class, Couldn't be much more personal and slutty, than posing for the camera in my pub, if I hadn't come in you were going to fuck him on my bar weren't you.

"I wasn't" said a shocked Honey, they were just glamour shots

Not what the photographer told me once you'd scooted off, she said nudging Tony.  He was under the impression for 500 quid you going to open a bottle between your legs for the photo. 

Always thought you are tight little madam.

I'll have you know young lady, I am the manager of this public house only and as such, I have absolutely no connection with any activities that go on elsewhere outside the bar

Then went on to ask innocently.  What was the problem in America?

Realising that Honey had drunk a little bit too much, Bob tactfully said, I'm sure that Honey doesn't mean that.  She knows it's just a business like any other.

Honey held her temper, she needed all the friends she could get at the moment and was immediately evasive, saying.  Sorry about that Angie, it's just that I'm worried about money,

As for the States, I have got a little problem with some guys over there, and left it than that.

Sensing a serious difficulty Bob then got up and said it was time she closed up and they all went home otherwise she would have the same problem with the police.

After Honey had left, the three of them Bob, Tony and Angie had a little conference. 

Bob's first reaction was typical of him.  It's about time that the young lady went on her back for a little bit of energetic love-making.  Bob and Angie laughed knowing Tony's exceedingly high

requirements for sex.  It was well known he "Spanked the Monkey" at least four times a day when he couldn't get a girlfriend to do it for him, lots of the whores wouldn't even entertain him

even if he paid over the odds; he just ejaculated such a vast amount, the girls complained and wouldn't do it

   Angie commented sourly, personally I can't stand the girl, I didn't mind her keeping us company, but she really gets up my nose.

Who did she think she is?  She actually thinks I work in the establishment, as I said; I pay sluts like her to do the dirty work.  All the same these Yankee bitches All mouth, no breeding.  At her

age, I was trying to go to College, not bumming around the world cadging free drinks everywhere and doing nothing for it

You know when I caught her using the bar for that photo shoot; she had the cheek to tell me to mind of my own business, and tried to palm me off with a fiver for using the place.  What does

she think I do here, run a Brothel?

They all laughed, though Angie's laugh was decidedly forced

Now that's something I'd like to make her do; get her working upstairs.  I'd make her fuck so many clients her eyes would pop out of her head, so much spunk would be shoved into her.  What

that girl needs is to have 20 clients a day bouncing on her belly, and in her spare time I'm sure I could think of other energetic things for her to do.  There she was as broad as brass, kneeling on  

the bar, her bum in the air and a photographer taking photographs.  After that little shenanigan I would pay a lot to see her kneeling her head squashed into the carpet so her bum was a

convenient height for a punter to ream out with his cock; it being slo-o w-ly pushed up the cheeks of her arrogant bum.  So I can watch her face with interest as it probed deeper and deeper.  In

fact, I'd love to have it permanently implanted up there, that would take the supercilious smile off her face, she spat viciously

Tony grinned at the venomous tone in Angie's voice.  Fancy giving it a good hiding do you?  If she worked here, I bet a good percentage of her time would be spent bending over in your office;

you'd like to cane her, wouldn't you. 

You bet.  The girl wouldn't sit down for a week.  She's outstanding for a double set of six of the best, nice stinger's and leisurely applied, just for her brazenness over that photo-shoot fiasco

Tony knew that Angie had no time for the slappers who put the money in her bank, disgusted at their morals, sloppy attitude to life, and general unreliability.

But needs must and she got her own back by charging them extortionate rent for the use of her premises, a large fee for advertising the availability of their cunt, and charged them for laundry,

electricity, even the price of the tea in the kitchen.  More than two-thirds of their earnings went straight into her pocket. 

  However there were other reason she ran a Brothel, besides the money, it gave her a unique chance to pressurize addicted, working young ladies into having their bottoms smacked

She would get to know which the girls desperately needed money, and threaten them with going over her knee, or even being caned if they didn't work energetically.  Giving them the option of

being kicked out, or take a caning as punishment.  With nowhere else, to go except on the streets and possibly drugs to buy, most of them gave a grudging approval to being punished with a

mild caning.

However, Angie really wanted more than that.  She had managed to blackmail a couple of them and those she callously caned as often as she could, but she had to be careful, as she had no real

hold over them.  What she would like would be to forcibly raise very painful welts on their backsides every time they didn't do what she told them to, instead of giving her backchat.  Even so,

many a lazy teenage slut had realised, after having a session in Angie's office, that to keep in work she would have to open her legs that little bit wider.

Tony on the other hand preferred his women that way; deep into S.M, he had been looking for an attractive slave to abuse; his last one had been good, but had decided she couldn't take his

controlling manner. 

Slowly a plan evolved

Tony was the first to pass comment.

You know she's taking us for a ride, she's admitted she hasn't any money.  She's using us to make contacts so she can take our punters and set up her own cat house.  That young madam really

needs taking down a peg or two.

You know what, I would like to see most, and her snivelling on her knees, as a punter applied more pressure to the top of her head, forcing her to slide her Yankee drawling mouth even further

down his cock.  And then see her eyes panic as she felt it kick; and have no option but experience it fill and flood her mouth and the only way to clear it would be to swallow the cum as it was

ejaculated, knowing it was only the first of 20 today.  Realising that if the punter wasn't satisfied then she gets a dose of the cane in your office, then is made to go back, and repeat the head-

down for free.  I agree it, would be fascinating to get to her on the Game.

    Good fantasy but unlikely said Bob

She likes the attention when she flirts, but won't follow-through.  I know, I've tried several times.  She could drain the juices from my cock anytime said Bob; followed by a frown from Angie

she didn't like dirty talk.

I don't know, said Tony thinking hard, she definitely likes a touch of puff occasionally; I suspect if she had money, she would use it every night

That's true, said Bob.  I sold her quite a lot, though the couple of times I've had to tell her she could have them, but only if she paid up by the end of the week, hoping to get some leverage, but

she simply said okay, I'll do without.

She seems to know that she can easily get addicted.  A couple of times I've had to tell her that I couldn't supply because she hadn't got the money and she just walked of laughing like she does.

   Angie spoke shrewdly.  What, if we supplied them free? 

You've have got to be joking said Bob.

Not all the time you fool, say for a couple of months that way if she's at all the addictive type she have to play ball if she then suddenly had to pay for it

Good!  Said Bob I like it.  You mean get her on Coke or Heroine.  Nevertheless, it would take a long time before she was badly enough addicted where she had to drop her knickers to pay for

it.  No. she won't touch the stuff, she's far too canny to get caught like that, for her its marijuana only or nothing

       

Not if we added, Crystal Meth's interrupted Angie shrewdly; dose the resin with it.  Evil stuff that.  I've known a couple of girls on it, and within a month of starting, they were paying for it

by doing a little amateur whoring, while the husband was at work; while firmly proclaiming they could handle it.  Yet within six weeks, they were walking the streets demeaning to a Pimp.  Its

damn powerful stuff. 

You mean a little at a time so she didn't notice said Tony.

That right, offer her a free amount of Puff and day-by-day add more and more Meth's.  Tony interceded, might be worthwhile trying, in fact it could be a bit of a giggle.  She wants to take our

cliental, I say let her have them and make her screw them for the price of the fix she'll desperately need

Bob here seems to need his balls emptied on a regular basis and can't get a girl to do it, for the price of a bit of meth's he could fill her face four times a day

Hey protested Bob, it's just that I've got plenty of capacity I just need to get rid of it.

Why not combine both went on Tony, get Honey working doing what she said she would never do, working in a brothel.  And then if we work it right, we could share the Bitch, make her do all

the revolting jobs we know she'd hate.  You Angie could call it into the office and cane her.

You Bob could simply order her to suck the cum out of your cock into her mouth when you wanted and I'd have exclusive use of the twat between her legs.  That way we'll all be happy.

Except Honey grinned Angie

We will all get our kicks.  I don't mind shagging the arse off a Bird, whether it's got to red marks on its arse or not: just like Angie, I like to watch them suffer a little humiliation

Point taken said Angie but at the moment, I only have three rooms, and I already have three girls working, and you get very jealous when someone screwing your slave

You're always complaining the girls don't have enough time.  Well get her to prepare the guys going before they went upstairs, sort of prime them.  That way the girls could increase their output

possibly double it. 

Well I be happy, no doubt about that said Angie

Well, give Honey the distasteful and humiliating work to do, make her a "Whores Handmaiden" or something, Set up an express service.  Get Honey to greet them before they went upstairs to

the girls and let her use her undoubted Yankee charms in getting them hot and bothered even before the whore upstairs opened her legs.

Make her excite them by playing with their balls and pre-priming them by sucking vigorously on their cocks, but not following though.  Then when they're ready to come, simply send them to

your girls to be finished off in bed.

The way you could really do have fun with her, don't tell me you won't get great amusement passing over some punter you knew had virulent VD of some kind and just forget to warn her,

knowing not only would she get spots around her mouth but giving her a husky sore throat as well.  They'd love her down the VD clinic; she'd be the laughing stock.

Not only that, every penny she earns could be deducted to paying off her drugs bill, leaving her desperate.  And the girls upstairs would have to work twice as hard to service double the amount

of clients.  You're quid's in you could easily double your throughput without any real cost to yourself.

Better than that said Tony, thinking of ways to humiliate Honey without ruining his fun.  He hated having to share his slaves with anybody, unless of course he ordered it.  You're always

complaining that the girls won't do some of the stronger stuff like taking a spanking, anal sex and Water-Sports.  You could have your cake and eat it, or poor Honey would have to.  Just think a

lot of guys have been asking for C.P. action, and you say the girls won't to do it. 

Oh they'll do it if I tell them said Angie defensively.  It just that spanking takes up time if it's done properly, and a red arse often puts off the other punters.  But yes, there's a lot of demand.

Well then, added Bob what's the problem. 

Angie grinned I'm sure she'd really giggle with that infectious laugh of hers at the thought having to go over a punters knee and get her bum whipped.

Well added Bob we could add a few incentives, you know like at the Supermarket, "Like buy one smack and get one free".  You know a sort of "loss leader", to get the business going; now

you got someone to do it. 

    What about this said Tony thinking deeply.  Your main objective is to get a leather belt whacked across her arse, the cane you want to keep to yourself.

You bet said Angie vermanently, I want that the bitch going to bed each night with her backside literally throbbing, and a belt doesn't mark that much, however it stings like hell for hours.

    Okay try this is the size.  What if we make her do special offers, as she is new?  She is there to earn money to pay off her drugs debts.  Right.  So let her earn it.  If the guy will splash out

extra to use a belt on her arse rather than just spanking her over his knee, she'll make an extra 10 quid.

Let her off set that cost, by letting the guy stick his cock up her arse, for free!  She can both honour that commitment by staying bending and let the guy bum her, or if she needs a rest make her

plonk herself on the guys lap so his cock goes up her bum.  A couple of those and I think Madam will be quite pissed off

The thought of Honey getting spunk up her arse just because a punter paid extra to thrash her arse with a belt made her mouth water.  She always found anal sex disgusting she couldn't wait to

see the girl, her arse throbbing from its recent beating having to force herself down on a punters penis that he had just slipped under her bottom.  Poetic justice that making her penetrate herself

on his lap.  She's not only end up having your arse split, that would have to really work her legs energetically to ensure that she got the job done in the 10 minute time limit she would impose.  I

like it; she gets a pain in the arse both ways

   However, what about you Tony, said Angie from what I heard, Crystal Meth's makes them extremely randy and sexually aroused.  All that will happen is, while we're dosing her with free

dope, she goes out and finds a boyfriend, and then we lose her.

What if we put a sedative in with it, something to dampen her ardour right down?

Yes said Tony, if we up the dose of Crystal Meth's once she's on the Game, but make her pass on any bunk-ups, to the Whores I would get the exclusive rights to massage the inside of her cunt,

and boy would she be desperate for it.  Bob, you could have free access to her hands, mouth and bum-hole, to pay for the drugs you given her; I just keep the juicy bit for myself.

The beauty is, with her doing all the menial work; she would never have to completely strip off.  Just make her do the blow jobs topless, so then the punters have her tits to grope while she's

down on them.  If she happens to be sporting big red welts across her arse they wouldn't know, or I suspect care.  It wouldn't worry me that her bum was welted, as long as while I was filling

its mouth and belly with cum.  And I'm sure Bob here wouldn't worry either as long as he got his balls drained regularly

There is only one problem with this said Bob.  What if she realises and goes to the police before we get her working.

No problem, said Tony Tough!  That's the gain of it, being addicted, she will still needs drugs, and if she grasses us up then she will lose the free supply.  Can you see her going to the police;

she's petrified of Immigration now.  I don't know what's going on over there, but she's in serious trouble, believe me.  I've got a feeling there's more to Miss Smarty Arse than she telling, I'm

sure I've seen her somewhere possibly a Sunday rag.  She's no Goody, Goody that one

However, it won't be a good idea to amuse ourselves with the Bitch for too long, too dangerous, it works wonders in getting the knickers off a bit of cunt, but after about a year, and they start

to deteriorate rapidly.  So we are going to have to get rid of her one way of the other after about six to nine months.  Suits me said Angie, the guys always like a new face, even if only see the

back of its head nodding on their balls. 

What's do you do with her?  We can't just let her go.

No bother there, we just simply parcel her up with her passport, credit cards and all her personal things and pack her off her to some far away country.  The suspicion will be that she simply up-

sticks and gone back abroad.  Which she will have done.  Best place to put her would be somewhere in Asia, or one of the Arab countries, they keep their whores locked up, as Prostitution is

against their religion.  They do their whores well out there, but like to be seen doing them

I know quite a few Asian pimps especially in Pakistan who would love to get their hands on a young American tart, and they're not that fond of them in Syria or Afghanistan.  She wouldn't be

restricted to just being a whore, they would enjoy tormenting her in front of a crowd in a Nightclub, good money-maker that would be.

    However, you've got to realise that if Miss Honey-Bun, actually is purchased by an Arab consortium, let's say some of the things she would be expected to do be slightly more.  Rah, let's say

disgusting and grotesque

I remember my father saying the Egyptians had a firm way with known whores during the Second World War.  If the troops had the money, they had no inhibitions in letting a Donkey wrap its

legs around and mount a specified and terrified whore.  The girl had no option; the troops picked her out from the ones plying their trade in the nightclub.  She was grabbed and pushed onto the

stage, stripped and bent over and to a jeering crowd, got to enjoy having a donkey's penis being pushed up between her legs, which hole it went into was really immaterial.

    However, I gather things have moved on a bit technically wise.  They have now graduated into using electric sex toys, that not only buzz, but induce a quite severe electric shock.

With the prevailing attitude in the Muslim world, they wouldn't be slow injecting a little high voltage between our tame the Yankees thighs, which while making her orgasm is spectacularly,

would be let's say; a little spine-tingling for her

Sitting back each of them looked at each other and burst out laughing and passing lewd comments, agreeing that the sight of their tame Yankee naked and, held on her bed, her legs wide and

flailing wildly, her hair shocked and frizzy as 100,000 V was injected between her legs; was something they could live with

   Well if that's the way they want to treat whores over there, that's their problem not mine, I have no objection once she is sold she's gone.  She'll have no choice to the type of work she does,

for her it a simple knickers down, bend or open her legs and get on with it.  We sell them as harlots to the highest bidder, with no preconditions and no questions asked.

  If the works she is required to do turns out to be slightly unpleasant and painful, then really that's no concern of ours, she's sold meat.  If they want to stick a stun gun between her legs, she

will just have to put up with it, though I doubt whether a good dose of electric between her legs will make her a viable commercial property for long, not that it will matter. 

We just make sure we get plenty of action out of her while she's here, then the fact that she sent away to have her cunt barbecued won't affect our profit one bit.  If what you say about Meths is

true, she'll only be good for a total of 9 to 12 months after she's sold.  Wiring her for sound, might even make her last a little longer, though I suspect the young lady will find her eyes watering

quite badly.

   Serves the bitch right she said giggling again.  Personally, I hope they strip her naked, stretch her legs wide, then continued to frizzle her pussy with 100,000v till each individual hair stand on

end .Then after a tiny rest give her another shot up her bum.  However, mainly what I want to see is her tied down to the bed and with a queuing arrangement, so she's working seven days a

week 16 hours a day serving punters.  Let her show her disapproval of my girls once she'd done that        

    All I need is six months hardening up her backside with my cane, and then after I've done that, I have no objection at all to letting the Dago's toughen up her pussy ready for an afterlife with

the Devils in Hell.

Something I'd like to see said Bob, string her up upside down, open her legs and let her have a good fat juicy spark right down between the legs.  God she'll wiggle those tits so sexually when it

crackles across the lips of her vagina

Point taken said Angie, though I think you might find her screaming gets a bit tedious.  But addictive grinned Bob.  But if that's what she has to do to earn, let her scream.

  So we're all agreed.  After about eight months' the bitch goes overseas.  No getting greedy or feeling sorry for her.  We get as much money as we can and forget about her.

What sort of money are we looking at, said Angie always with a mind on the profits?

What the going rate for a well-shagged white bitch. 

.

All depends said Tony, the prices vary greatly.  An old Romanian slut can be had on the black market about ten thousand pounds.  But don't forget that Smarty-pants there was a fashion

model, we may all not agree with her personality, but she certainly got class.  I wouldn't be surprised if we don't get somewhere between $100,000 to $200,000 pounds, as long we don't wait

too long so she still looks seductive enough when she's put up for biding.  I've got several people I could approach, so we could get a better idea; let me make a few telephone calls.  However,

one thing you've got to keep in mind.  The more money we get for her, the harder the young lady will have to work to repay.

I can live with that said Angie grinning broadly; let's give her a nice send-off.  The auctioneer will expect her to look sexy, attractive and desirable, if he doesn't think she sexy enough she gets a

beating.  This should put her in an interesting dilemma, to escape immediate humiliation and punishment she is going to have to present herself as alluring and tempting.  However the more she

poses and pouts, the higher the biding will go, i.e. the more revolting things you have to do to repay her bidders outlay.

Believe me if she goes to the price we're hoping for she's designed to be no simple whore on the street corner.  She's got to earn big money out there in the S&M group.  Be an interesting

experience for her doing rape movies for real

  The plan now hatched the idea was to bring it to fruition, the group broke up with Tony betting Bob says that if he worked diligently agitate it was quite possible that within two months

Honey would be sucking the cum out of his balls at least three times a day.  No more spanking the Monkey he grinned you've got yourself a living vacuum cleaner.  I bet her hands are a lot

softer than yours.

Next day, Bob found Angie in the drawing room opening a small parcel that had just been delivered

What that he enquired?

Your passport to Heaven, quipped Angie and an American bitch's invitation to Hell.  See, a nice little packet of reefers doctored to catch a sprat.

These will allow you to swap wet dreams and lonely session in the bog tossing off, with the contentment of seeing Miss Snotty nose out there, literally oozing spunk from her nose; and you get

the satisfaction of turning her into that unsophisticated, human suction pump you like.  A trained raunchy pet to suck the juices out of your testicles, amongst other things.  Nice to know she will

be revolted to the core but needing every minute. 

I down loaded this off the web to give you some idea what the Yankee bitch has coming to her

Crystal meth is known in Australia as Ice.  In New Zealand, it is called P.  In the U.S., it is also known as Glass, Crank, or Nazi Crank (supposedly after Adolf Hitler who was

rumoured to have injected everyday).  It creates a heightened sense of euphoria, a spectacular high that can last for many hours at a time.  It greatly enhances sexual arousal

(curiously the drug is very popular amidst homosexual circles) In many cases it only takes a few hits of crystal meth to get a real taste, a burning desire to continue., but over time

mercilessly ravages the body rotting teeth, causing unsightly sores to the face, and ravaging a girl's breasts so the skin hardened.  .  According to one U.S. police officer, meth makes

crack-cocaine look like a Hershey bar.

Once she goes onto about 15% Crystal, that rush will very strong as soon as she drags on it, They say if you rate an orgasm at 200, a Heroin rush is 500 then Crystal M blows your mind at a

1000.  She is about to transform, become merely, a "Cunt on a stick"

Sound great, might try that myself said Bob.  But how that going to help us.

These, she said holding up a neatly made reefer are 70% best skunk, to make it taste right.  10% ecstasy to give her that warm glow, 10 per cent "benzo" to depress her down a little and just

10% Ice to start the Bitch on the road to dropping her knickers just when we want.

The other packets she said gesturing get gradually stronger dropping the skunk completely but increasing the Crystal meth's.  With these, she will yearn the excitement of mucky things, but hate

herself for indulging.  It's our job to make sure she hits the downward slope spectacularly and with profit.  Don't get them mixed up otherwise she will notice

The trick is to remember which is which.  The longer they are, and the more pink, the more Meth's they contain

After a week, she won't care and by the end of the month, she will be desperate for a fix.  Give her these three tonight, which will start her gently then give her the rest over the week

What it's going to do to her, asked Bob smirking

Make her drop her knickers, rather than suffer extremely unpleasant withdrawal symptoms.  At first, she will get a pleasant rush of pleasure.  Soothing and relaxing at first, then more urgent as

the skunk is dropped and the meth's increased.  However, she will also suffer depression and vastly reduce libido from the benzo.  So will need more ice to perk up her sex drive, which also

means she will hate it even more being told, she got to be that ready available "cunt on a stick"

It also bring out the childish emotions ,reducing will power while enhancing her need for dignity, resulting in a ready craving to do as people want, but revulsion at giving into disgusting and

revolting behaviour.  Because of the rush, in short Miss Yankee Prissy pants is to become a very prim and prudish, nymphomaniac whore.  The stuff burns out the pleasure receptors, so when

you come down life's flat, boring and hell and you can't literally live without it.

Even to get back to a natural feeling of pleasure she will have to take a little more each day making her as randy as hell, while we dampen that right down.  But she will yearn some action of

some sort, just thrust her at a punter and she will won't be able to help herself but with her heightened perception will be even more aware.  Enough to thoughly despise herself for her loss of

control

And the down side is even more spectacular, in a year her pleasure receptors are burnt out, beside the stuff rotting your teeth and rotting the skin, but in the meantime, she will be willing to do

anything to get that fix. 

That's why she has to disappear after about 8 months, after that the drugs side effects will start to be apparent and show.  Up until then, she will act impulsively and mad, but will look a million

dollars, that what it does to you.  Hopefully the other drugs I've added will calm her right down, she will feel confident but very vulnerable.  So, start looking for a buyer for her.  Something

different that will blow her mind with degradation.  Once we have our profit, she will go downhill fast.  Once on that, she'll be like a luxury sports car, highly desirable and with a great ride, but

once her head gasket's blown, they won't even want her in a scrap yard.

Tony mused.  What happens if we go to all this trouble, and we get it well and truly addicted but it still won't play ball, or in Bob's case with Bob's balls and smirked at his joke.  The whole idea

of this was, so we can all have fun at her degradation and humiliation.  Take the arrogant young woman down a peg or two and stick them up her arse .  I know she could still go to the block,

but it will be pretty tame and disappointing even though I've got contacts and will be able to follow her progress.  I want to be there to be the cause of her being humiliated and wretched

myself, not just for the money.

Simple replied Angie, we've far too many late payers on our books, a nice little outrageous incident would push an awful lot of late money our way.  We simply do what we threaten to her with.

Make her attend a Party; however the Party will be in her flat, what you reckon parcel her out to 10 interested degenerates.  I hope that it won't come to that; otherwise we'll be missing a lot of

interesting down-time with her.  However, if it does, I didn't want her done in the usual chaotic way, but slowly, eventually building up to a planned crescendo.  That way the trauma will stay

with her for the rest of her life, short as that will be

Before you even start, I want a nice little bit of terror and humiliation from her.  I want her ritually spanked, make her take her own jeans down and make her lay over each of the 10 assailants

laps.  Only hand spanking to start with, but with absolutely no limit on how hard. 

If used properly the guys should only be able give her maybe six each, before their hand stings too much.  However, it'll set her up nicely.  Then I want to empty the guys balls, so a continuous

blowjob session. 

That way when they put it into her properly, they'll have lost some of their ardour, so it will take longer to pump her up.  Give her plenty time to have an orgasm.  Then they can use a belt on her.

From then on, she is there's to play with as they want.  100 to 200 strokes of the cane over that period should be sufficient.  Nice for the supercilious bitch, like to see her lying on the floor her

welt covered bottom raised, enjoying a solid gang bang after gang bang.  To make things a little more interesting for her, I've no objection to whips, rope suspension or electric dildos.  Give her

a little experience of life.  However I don't see why she should get any enjoyment out of it, once she's had a few orgasms, let's have the Yankee Minx, circumcised it would be interesting

opening her legs, and positioning the nail cutters.  Just think, one simple snip and she'll never organism again.  As she's to be cut, one more little snip won't matter.

.  ***

Angie however had another clandestine pursuit that she liked to keep quiet about.  Besides the pub she ran and the brothel upstairs she ran as a hotel, taking up a large part of the establishment. 

However downstairs besides the beer cellar, a part of the basement had been converted into a one bedroom flat.  Built deliberately with  no outside private access, and no windows except those

high up on the wall, as well as making a good one bedroom flat with separate toilet, reasonable size living room and a bedroom with a solid metal door, it made a excellent prison or confinement

room.

Living in the middle of an Asian community, such premises were invaluable.  Occasionally young British Asian daughter disgraced themselves, or at least in the eyes of their families.  In such

circumstances, the British legal system was often unsympathetic toward the shame of the family.  Time and again, young Asian girls disgraced themselves by refusing to marry the man the

family had selected.  Preferring to follow the British tradition of spreading their cunt about a little before settling down.  With the slighted bridegroom usually seen as a the injured party the

family easily undertook to hand her over for a little Koran discipline.  In such cases, the family felt that for the sake of their religious beliefs and the honour of the family that they were returned

immediately to their country of origin.  In such cases, Angie would be approached with an offer to rent out her basement flat for a maximum of two weeks while transport could be arranged

back to the Old country.

   However while always willing to help Angie always insisted on a standard arrangement.  That she never met at least officially, the occupant, never knew when they arrived, and never knew

when they terminated their tenancy.

Legitimately all she knew was that the young lady needed somewhere to live for two weeks, after which she departed.  However, during the day, she went with the family's blessing and

placed red welts decorating her backside, and her attitude change from defiance to demure all worked in Angie's favour.  At times she had to turn down one young lady in preference for a more

attractive one to beat.  In the case of a promised marriage that was being rejected, as long as agreement could be reached with the husband's family, the girl would simply be married  to save

family honour and would consummate the marriage whether she liked it or not,  then sent back in shame

  However if the girl had been really naughty she was punished before sham married to save face, then instantly divorced.  In the case of serious sexual misconduct, the girl, was brought before

a Kangaroo court consisting of all interested members.

   Once the girls deception of lack of virginity  before being married was proven without doubt, her shame was revealed by having her stripped naked in front of all the assembly Aunts and

uncles, cousins and nieces, so her shame could be seen, and she was soundly beaten, usually with a cane by Angie.  Angie made it a point of honour in strictly beating the girl with dignity and

vigour.  She never asked the offence, she never asked about the outcome.

    But once the family left her in her charge, going home satisfied at the family honour had been saved, the girl was fair game, and that's where after enjoying her vice she made her money with

the renting out of the girls unfortunate body to pervert's

Then on a unspoken word, all the women left the room leaving the remaining male relatives to rape, abuse or molest, as they felt appropriate.

  Once the girl had really experienced the consequences of infidelity, the women returned and the men departed.

Women's revenge especially in cases of infidelity or promiscuity can be particularly harsh, the young girl would have been sexually abused, and analy raped with a dildo or even the handle of a

hairbrush, which first was used first to spank her then of course the obligatory whip.

Then, a father or possibly the brothers would return and she would be sold as a whore to a brothel.

However, that was only the tip of the iceberg, often they would find themselves hanging naked upside-down by her legs, haemorrhaging blood from a slashed throat.  Slaughtered like a

disgraced lamb.  Or doused in petrol, petrol soaked tampon, helping the flames to purify her shame.  While the girl's eventual fate was of no real concern of Angie, she loved the implication.

Often the girl was slightly tanned in colour from her Asian origin, but often these girls were from a mixed marriage, light-skinned even blonde in exceptional cases, and with no trace of an

accent, they could be taken for European girls

Often as a price for her silence, she would arrange for her to meet the disgraced party clandestinely, slipping in by the infrequently used connecting door.  Cane in hand, she enjoyed those

sessions, endorsed as they were by the family

Already in disgrace, the family raised no protest if she was treated as a schoolgirl should be if misbehaving, and Angie got to wield the cane in some very exhilarating and spine tingling

sessions.

She never asked the offence, she never asked about the outcome.  Simply dishing out one stroke for every year of the miscreants age, after 18, it became x2 for every year of her age.  .  Caned

sadistically and coldly, with no sympathy.  No matter how she squealed, wept, screeched, squirmed and screamed, the cane tattooed it marks on her bottom.  Often caned in the presence of her

family who watched in silence.  However often it was just the girl, the swishing cane, and a lot of noisy squirming and pleading.  With the Girls in disgrace, no mercy was given in their

punishment.  Angie had many a long session wielding a cane on young nubile buttocks that had shamed the family

Punishment was inflicted in sets of six, or for the over 18 twelve at a time, if necessary the girl was in captivity, having her shameful arse caned in an hour-long sessions over several days.  As

for the girls fate once the family took her away, no questions were asked, no answers given.  Though Angie was well aware that some of the family felt the shame too much to bear, with the

Family slut being doused in petrol and burnt alive with the family's blessing.

***

The next day at opening time, the three conspirators looked at Honey with different eyes.

To Angie she is now just a piece of meat on a set of attractive legs, a piece of merchandise to be discarded when the plaything had lost its immediate attraction; that would earn her money,

besides a pleasing distraction as a very unwilling bottom to thrash.  That day she spent several hours around Soho searching out the most unpleasant cane she could find, eventually finding one,

second-hand that had actually been used in a girls boarding school in the 1950s.  Nicely flexible, made of some form of rattan, it had spent its life already, tanning adolescent girls bottoms, now

it would take its toll on a slightly older tart.

One thing Angie always enjoyed was sitting in her office and listening to the creak of bed springs filtering down from the room above: enjoying the thought that each creak meant more money.

Now if things went right, that would now be joined by the sound of "Cowhide" hitting a Yankee Cow hide, as the almost obligatory strap met unyielding skin.  Each well aimed whack with a

strap costing the punter £10 but costing Honey a lot more in pain and anguish

Bob was really only concerned about getting his end away in one hole or the other on a regular basis: though he was looking forward to enjoying the warmth of her gobby mouth sucking on his

member as something he especially enjoyed.  Watching Angie eye up Honey's backside through her tightly clad jeans.  Bob felt his testicles move in anticipation.  Partly from the thought of

knowing that  backside would soon be squirming under a viciously swung cane, but before Angie got her hands on it, he would have unrestricted access to what was a definitely virgin backside. 

And partly of having his slight on his manhood rebounding on her; as a whore, especially one owing money she wouldn't be allowed to turn down any punter.  He was going to fill her up to the

gunwales with spunk. 

You only got one crack at a virgin backside, even a good spanking would bring out the veins under the surface of the skin.  Each tiny capillary would burst, leaving a mottled appearance, that

would fade quite quickly.  And of course being hit with a cane, was devastating, the skin usually splitting leaving a deep blood filled welted mark.  Unfortunately though this was a one-off

effect, the skill in CP was not to toughen the bottom too much, too fast, then get rid of the slut before she could take beating easily.

However, Tony's delight would be definitely the Bitch confined in a room in his dungeon, prepared to do anything she was told.  And spent the time imagining just how that Whores body

would, jiggle, writhe, and squirm when it's cute Yankee backside felt the wicked sting of a quirk between its legs, tickling its sex lips in preparation for being raped..

Between the three of them they devised a plan of action, as each were playing a part in her downfall each would get to use the body in a way that suited their particular lust. 

Because Tony was shelling out money initially on the puff, Angie was arranging for it to be carefully concocted, suitably packaged and identified and ready at the point of sale.  Bob because he

would be in charge of convincing Honey that a little bit of puff taken at leisure was a nice way to get your kicks, it was agreed that she was sliced up in the following manner.  While she was

being a plied drug, he could have full use of the girl's body in any way he wanted.  However, Tony insisted upon one condition, before any part of her was put to sexual use, she must be

suffering from some form of severe pain in her backside.

However, once the Slut was hooked and started working in the brothel, he was to relinquish her arse to Angie except for the use of anal intercourse.  Angie would have full controlling rights to

beat whip spank or leather Honey's bottom as necessary, and charging her for the privilege.  Bob retained full, but not exclusive rights to her mouth for oral sex, but her back passage he would

literally split with Tony

Tony would provide the brains and Bob the muscle if she decided to get difficult; and insure that the Bitch wasn't in a position to complain later on.  His reward, plenty of time with Honey in

his private dungeon.  All in all, they felt are had parcelled to woman's charms up nicely, and if there was any problem, she would simply disappear.  Tony was already putting out feelers for a

nice white bitch to fully satisfy some of his more perverted clients

Bob had no problem addicting the women to a death sentence substance, no more than plying her with alcohol to get her knickers off.  There was no doubt about it; she was a true gold-digger,

already looking for a Sugar Daddy to milk to satisfy her own selfish desires.  Well Sugar Daddies she would in abundance it would be just such a shame she would have no say who they were,

and just what he felt like doing to her.

And it wasn't as if being made to have sex with them was usual in the world of drug dealers and addicts.  One of the main reasons that a lot of people got round to selling drugs was the

availability of young bits of cunt desperate for a fix.  A typical example was the whore who worked on Eastenders as an actress, Daniela Westbrook.  Kicked off the show for turning up stoned,

she claimed in her recent biography that she was kidnapped at gunpoint and raped continuously for three days by three guys, as a punishment for trying to thieve drugs.

Not only raped, but beaten, even getting a schoolgirl type caning for her troubles.  Whether this was attempt to cover up her shame of selling herself as a whore to get the money, or whether she

was really kidnapped and punished this way it's a matter for conjecture.  But one-way or the other, the little tramp was prepared to let her cunt be filled by anybody who wanted her

Tony put the whole story into its proper context.

He was pretty sure it was all just hype for the book, as being a whore to pay for drugs was old news.  If the stupid bitch had already upset a drug dealer enough that he kidnapped her at

gunpoint, it wouldn't have been for the opportunity to forcibly rip her knickers off and pass her around a few close friends.  If he had wanted that all he  had just had to withhold her drugs until

she was on her knees begging for them, then thoroughly enjoy the thrill of humiliating her by sending it to a client to earn the money.  A few words on the local grapevine, and young Westbrook

would have had spunk not only flowing out of her ears.  But pouring out of her cocaine riddled nose as well

Everybody wanted to meet a TV celebrity, a chance for 50 quid to open its legs and give it one, would be an overwhelming opportunity.  The dealer's problem would mainly, he thought, would

be containing the queue so it didn't interfere with legitimate drug dealing business.  That very fact made the whole thing looked like she was just covering up for her shame and not willing to

admit she'd been voluntary plying her trade and opening her legs as a call girl, in a desperate effort to starve off withdrawal symptoms.

  Pity she didn't come this way, blonde, young and a TV starlet complained Tony; he'd have got more than half a million quid for her cunt on the block.  And chortled at the thought of just what

Westbrook would have had to submit to, to pay off that sort of money.  Shagged hollow by animals, hung from a hook suffering the lash and possibly as a last resort, dragged naked to the

stake, to have brush wood packed between her legs as she was burnt screaming as a snuff movie witch, No comeback in Eastenders after that sort of performance he sniggered.  The funny thing

is after it was all over and she was released, all she complained about was having to walk back in the cold with no knickers.

***

That night they were drinking as usual in the friendly cosiness of afterhours drinking when Bob passed Honey the first doctored reefer.  Telling it was a new variety just in, would she like to try

it.  Angie objected, saying she would have no drugs in her pub, whores above was bad enough, but was shushed by Tony, who said she was old fashioned.  A little bit of Puff would hurt no

one, and Honey looked as if she could do with something to relax her.  It's ok it's free.  I won't be after you to pay for it later.  

   Later Angie took Honey to one side; Honey was looking a little flushed.  Wow, that Skunks GO-OD!  She breathed.  It's got me tingling all over.  I'll sleep well tonight

. 

I hope you realise those are not free; you'll pay for those one-way or the other.

Yea!  Yea!, but their so good.

Look, I know I have a thing about drugs and you say it's Ok; but you're being more than stupid. 

But you sell them?

Yes, I get them especially made for Tony, they sell well but I also sell cigarettes and alcohol and those can be very bad for you.  Nevertheless, most of the cigarettes and beer pass across the

counter legally, the drugs, and some are quite hard, all go to girls who are on the Game, does that tell you something.  Hate to see you become a working girl to pay off your debts.

Fat chance of that Angie I can handle myself believe me, it will take more than a little puff to faze me.  Anyway Tony and Bob like me.

And I like them too said Angie, but I don't get too close, like drugs, they can have nasty side effects if you get too friendly with them.  While both Bob and Tony are nice guys, Tony especially

can be quite horrible if the mood take him and Bobs not much better.  Bob runs my drugs business and I don't ask to many questions about what he gets up to, however  he has a bad reputation

round here, people go missing if they upset him.

Honey looked at her stuffy eyed, the drink and drugs already taking its toll.

Bobs nice, at the moment he's getting me free samples, he's compassionate, and Tony runs such fantastic party, all those submissives, their weird!  However, if that's what they enjoy good luck

to them but it's not for me but their stimulating to watch.

   

Angie put her right on that, speaking quite forcibly, the wine making her reckless.  They're not all submissive!  Some are people who owe Tony money; he makes them attend parties to earn

money to pay off their debt, getting his kicks on the way, by enjoying making them squirm in degradation, while earning it

Honey sniggered at the thought.  Rubbish! 

Anyway if that is true, seemed appropriate, said Honey glowing from the effect of the reefer she had just smoked.  Seems a good exchange, they seem to like to play the naughty girl, serves

them right if they get a smacked arse and a bit of bondage.  Can't have that sort of slut thieving free drugs; put everybody out of business, that's stealing, especially if they don't intend to pay

for in the first place.

  Tony's a lovely guy, if people take advantage of him; of course, he's going to get tough.  He's just the Guy I need at the moment, he's loaded, and I might even introduce him to some of the

other girls.

    Okay.  So Tony sometimes has to get a heavy with some of his customers who try to get away without paying.  That must make Bobs job stressing, not to say unpleasant for the thief who has

to find the money somehow.  But, that the way with any business, get into debt and you are in serious trouble.  Tony can't go to the courts so he makes life unpleasant for them in other ways. 

But nobody forces them to take drugs.  You've got to sort out the thieves, and if he gets a buzz out of it so much the better.  Take down their knickers give them a good hiding I say, then let

them entertain a few male organs between their legs to clear their debts.  Word soon get around you don't mess with Mr Tony, they've had their skull banger orgasms, now let them use their

addicted carcass, to give sexual orgasms to a paying punter to pay for them. 

    There's no way Tony can go to the courts, there is quite a good chance the addict will end up being charged and end up in prison.  But then, going to prison for what is patently fraud and

stealing isn't a breeze  However I agree with you, the thought that the only way I could earn enough money would be to go on the Game is almost too horrible to contemplate, so me, I don't buy

on credit, cash only or I go without.  I believe there are several options open to those who get in debt, and I gather, they are given some sort a warning so they can sort themselves out.  But even

so the thought of, if I didn't voluntary go on the Game, of being constrained and made to open my legs, so that some randy punter could exchange body juices with me makes me go shivery. 

Ugg!  Now that is depraved, and gave a little shudder. 

For that reason thoughtfully Bob offers them a alternative way out.  Ok Bob gets pleasure in screwing them, but he pays for his recreation.  He actually puts real money on the table so they can

use it to pay off their debts.  It might be distasteful immoral way to earn it, but certainly better than that.  What do they expect?  You take credit on any goods and don't pay for them, then you

can expect a very disagreeable outcome.  Okay, Bob uses the opportunity to get their knickers off and get them into bed, serves them right.  Don't stay in the kitchen if you can't take the heat,

better that than being made to earn it in some other unsavoury way.

A little bit of cuddling, a romp in the bed, quite the pleasant way for that type of drug head to earn money.  Seems Bob's doing them a favour if it's true what you're saying.  Especially if the

alternative is having to spend a night entertaining and amusing 20 or so guest at one of the parties.  Must be the worst than withdrawal.  I find them exhilarating, but to do some if those things

they do, even voluntary means you must be perverted.  Being compelled to "Pay the Piper" must be traumatic even if you like that sort of thing

 

Okay Honey have it your way but don't say I didn't warn you later.  I drink with them because it's sensible to "Sup with the Devil" if they're on your door step, and party with them because

their fun.  However, Bob and Tony both enjoy competing with each other to make some young females life wretched, Bob is bad enough with his blackmailing girls to have sex with him if they

get into debt, but that only buys a short time to find their own way on the streets, ensuring that the vast profit Tony makes is continued.

Honey disagreed.  At least they get a warning to mend their ways, and their allowed to get work opening the legs at their own pace; yes its bad they have to do it at all, but that's life.  Much

better than waiting, panicking, to be forced on the Game, with some very unsympathetic pimp watching over you, knowing the Game is the only way they can earn enough in such short time

    No you don't understand Honey.  That first warning is not a compassionate request to get work; it's conducted by a repulsive group who take pleasure in causing you to be very,

uncomfortable; if you get my meaning and sniggered at the thought.

However if they agree to attend personal counselling.  And, we find it amusing to castigate them our way, then they can get that warning postponed.  With Bob it's a smacked bottom, and a

little carnal knowledge, Tony favours parties, bondage and a whip to smack bottom.  I just like smacking bottoms, but I use a cane, at least twenty-five times.  Even after that,, they still have to

show their willingness to turn tricks to clear their debts.  If not, they just don't get the postponement, they get badly warned

   Unfortunately a lot of them are outraged at the precondition and assumptions we impose to qualify for the easy pay plan, and try wheedle out or ignore it.  Okay.  Then we take no prisoners,

they're put in for a group scolding whether they like it or not and believe me, not many of them like it. 

And when I talk about a scolding, I'm using it in its old-fashioned Victorian sense, smacked bottoms, obscene sexual perversions, lasciviousness, lechery, lewdness and all sorts of the unpleasant

upper-class things, that were used to punish Servants in Victorian upper-class Society, she hiccupped.  It's designed to be very unpleasant, the sort of thing that Hooker's and working girl have

nightmares about.

It's specifically designed to make them make that crucial decision, to earn serious money, if necessary by making realise that the only way to earn enough is to flash a leg on a street corner and

get some real money in.  If going to a Party and enjoying it, was all that was involved we would all be doing it.  These girls you see get no choice in the matter, they're; let's say, enlightened! 

Party attendee's

    Then if three days later, we haven't seen any repayments, they're forced to work.  Again its messy and very unpleasant as again they're given no option, often by way of the auction block,

which to be fair, makes a nice profit, and keeps you and me in the drinks, we're now enjoying.  Not that it matters, it's the same remedy for all drug addicted debtors.  Smacked bottoms and

aggravated ravishment, plenty of times a day

   

Don't get me wrong Honey.  We're in the business of making money not social services, I have no sympathy for drug addicts, and as for drug addicted thieves, at least we offer them a way out,

the average Bailiff just takes what they want, and go.  We even offer that personal counselling, which gives them three days delay in payment before they are given the options of pay up, work

off their debt, or be re-possessed; it's just as traumatic, just a more physical process.

At least we give them the chance of voluntary work in a very viable industry before we use the heavy hand, and up-end them forcibly she giggled.  However business is business and without

that very nice income a lot of my staff would be on welfare. 

.  Even you would get the same compassion; remember that she said, her intoxicated laughter breaking the drink infused melancholy.  Sorry!  Too much wine she burped.  .  What I'm trying to

say is, you've got a nice arse, get addicted and in debt, and you'll get the same medication.  Be very interesting to see whether it turns you on having your bare bum thrashed with a stick, as it

does some people, or whether you'll find it damn painful.  Sex, of course plenty of it but somehow I suspect tears of joy will be missing. 

Think I'll pass on that one sniggered Honey the drug really turning her on, not my scene at all. 

  All the better winked Angie mysteriously.  However, Tony is something else her, words now slurring.  Ok his orgies are a great party, if you not the object of his entertainment.  However,

upset him and he can be not only extremely sadistic, but almost dangerous to the point of insanity.  Some of the thing I've enjoyed seeing him do to some unfortunate submissive female; and

probably some not so submissive, defy description.  I've been to some of his Parties and had a great time, but I'm pretty sure some of those things I've seen done to submissive females are not

voluntary at all

The last one I went to was on a Roman orgy theme, and had four female slaves lighting the stage.  Naked, they had been hung upside down by their legs against the wall; each with several

candles rammed in every one of their orifices and hung around their breasts, to provide the mood lighting.  Whether they allowed it voluntary I don't know, it seemed impolite to ask.  If Tony

feels it amusing, he would have no qualms in using you the same way.  It must seem one hell of a time hanging upside down hopeful that the orgy will finish before any of the numerous candles

you are impaled with, burn down and singes your bum, pussy or nipples

  At one of his orgies??, said Honey in disbelief.  You do have an imagination; working in that Brothel has made you see crudity in every direction.  Tony is not like that.  He and Bob have said

they will take me on cruise later on in the year.  Tony says, it will be nice to get some sun, help me top up and get a good tan,

  Angie passed a remark that got past Honey in her befuddled state. 

Don't forget I'm a great believer in the phase "When in Rome" so remember, I don't mind addicts, any more than I mind that drunks.  Its addicts who thieve I hate; just keep in mind I am

partial to using a cane on the bottoms of young ladies to keep them in order,, and believe me you'll get treated exactly the same.  All that was missing from that thinly veiled phase was "arrogant

young ladies like you"

Honey finished the entire reefer before she left and Bob discreetly passed over a set of slightly longer ones.  Honey was now on 11 % Crystal M.  4% more and she would switch on the real

mind blowing trip, she hit that next morning.

***

It was just 5 days later, that Honey went to Bob looking for a small, free amount of puff to get her through until tomorrow.  I seem to be smoking more than usual, but it so good and cuddled

up to Bob seductively.  Bob was very courteous, but firm.

No more today your smoking too much of it, I can't afford to supply free goods anymore, my boss is getting suspicious.  Outraged Honey stamped a mental foot, how dare he refused to help

her, but soon changed her mind as Bob callously continued to refuse to give her free drugs, he offered to sell them but Honey really wasn't having any of that.  She felt vindicated, when after a

lot of arguing she managed to get Bob to grant her a special price, wheedling him with "Come on it's only a small amount, just enough to get me through until the end of the week when my

cheque comes through.

  Bob reluctantly agreed however with one strong warning.  He must have payment, for it by the end of the week, and definitely no later than the end of the month.  Otherwise, his boss would

be infuriated and she could find herself in serious trouble.  I don't like demanding money from my friends, but business is business and I don't want to have to put pressure on you if you don't

pay up, but I will if I have to

Honey pooh-poohed it, I can handle it she said, I just need a little for tonight and so she said for the next 4 days.

   Bob was quite happy to let Honey have all the drugs she needed; a favour for a favour.  Give her time to get nicely addicted, and she would be repaying that favour many times a week.  The

price that was now ticking up on Honey's bill would mean she either suffered horrendous withdrawal symptoms, or got down on her knees and drain his testicles, on demand.

Once the month was out, gratis issue drugs would be just a figment of Honey's fantasy.  He fully intended to get a full pound of flesh for every time she drew on the complimentary smokes. 

Her flesh nicely wrapped around his penis.  And it wouldn't be long before she started paying for her an addiction in a more interesting and in special ways.  Moreover, the hilarious bit would be

that if they could get her addicted enough, that task would just be a small titbit in her daily diet; there would be plenty of punters who would want to fill its tank full of spunk.

               * * *

 

Come the end of the week, Honey had taken up a offer put out by Angie that maybe it would be a good idea if she attended a couple of planning meetings, give her a little more insight into

what would be required of her if she took over an agency for them.  Angie's motive being it would be a good time to play with Honeys mind, and ensure that Honey was being provided with

the right strength to get her properly addicted to the drugs.  And use the opportunity to reinforce the subtle hints of what happens if a consumer got into debt.

  

Honey herself was surprised that such a highly illegal trade was carried out on accepted business lines.  Angie was surprisingly principled in her dealings in the lucrative market of selling drugs,

considering she was selling criminal items.  Good business sense was the rule to making money without the risk she insisted, as well as being very careful to make sure that, the drugs she put on

the street were of a consistent quality, drawn from reliable sources and not adulterated with a noxious substance. 

  As for the product themselves, she left it up to the user to decide.  Though the goods were strictly illegal, the use of them should be well-known to the user.  Use cocaine extravagantly, and

you risk mutilation of your nose,  smoke too much marijuana and your mental health was at risk, take heroin and you risk being addicted.  This had to be balanced against the risk of other

pleasure inducing substances, too much chocolate and your heart was at risk, drink alcohol and your liver was at risk, take too much paracetamol, and your life was at risk, cigarettes were highly

addictive and cancer a big killer .

Honey was told the organisation employed agents across the area; these were highly rewarded, but paid to take the risks.  Tony employed Mules to bring drugs into the country, paying out

higher salaries and providing luxuries travelling arrangements, but they took the small but real consequences of discovery.  A prison cell in a foreign country, bad food, and possibly to their

horror both sexes discovering;, that their anal region were of high interest of others, for sexual use and foreplay. 

  Angie recruited and ran the prostitutes and drugs sales via similar highly paid agents; they controlled the pimps, and the girls, but risked prosecution for immoral earnings and brothel keeping. 

On the drugs side they risked prosecution as suppliers.  Bob organise the credit, and debt collection services again using agents who assessed the risk when granting credit, and granted licences

through low cost operators to use whatever tactics necessary to repay the debt.

Angie took charge of Honeys education.  As a Agent for the Company Honey, you will be solely responsible for the products you sell, the loans you grant and reporting of any problems around

a exclusive area of 2 miles. 

You work as a self-employed sales rep, working out of premises we will provide.  As for payment you will receive 20% of all the orders you process, paid weekly.  However as you will be

selling illegal substances, you will also carry 100% of any prison sentence.

To keep that risk to a minimum, you will operate out as of a watertight cell.  You will meet customers, take their orders and then, using the computer, e-mail the order to your supplier, who you

don't have any other contact with and they only know you as a sales number.  The goods will be delivered via a courier within half an hour to the customers given address.

A few rules to remember

You only take cash, credit or debit cards, which will be cleared through the usual machine before the goods are ordered.  When a customer has been a previous good customer, you can

obviously talk freely, however be very careful of new people coming in.  Let them ask you whether they can supply any illegal substances, never mentioned illegal substances first off.  Greet the

customer with a "May I help you"?  And wait for a response.  Do not suggest any alternatives and be wary of over friendly customers.

As a second precaution, your computer will boot from one hard drive, and send orders from its second which will be wiped completely after each transaction has been recorded elsewhere.  That

way there will be no evidence for police to investigate.  You are simply processing orders for people who know what they want

   You will be able to sell any of the drug in the preferred list; the prices will come up on the computer when you type.  However on the order form they will just be product 1, product 2 and

product 3, again to keep your liability down.

On the loan side, we insist no customer, unless well-known will be granted a loan, and then only as a last resort.  The main criteria for deciding who is eligible, is not whether they have money in

the bank, property or job, these are alien for the type of people who ask for loans.  The only viable criteria is their ability to bring in money, and earn sufficient to pay off the loan and interest if

it goes into default.

  The formula is simple, the more gorgeous, youthful and glamorous the applicant, the higher they will rate on the score.  Do not sell drugs to anybody under 12 for girls, or 11 for youths.  They

are easily selected.  You simply apply the criteria: if the girl has tits or if the boys voice is breaking, their fair game.  But mark down people approaching 30, as we have found from experience

the ability to earn suitably high, enough remuneration drops drastically with age.  The ability to bring in earnings that will cover the loan, profit and the interest is the only valid criteria.  

However, we insist on clarity, their fully informed as to interest they will be paying, and what the consequences will be if instalments are missed.  Through necessity that sort of warning must be

veiled, however, it must be clear the risks of borrowing money to buy illegal substances and defaulting; could be very detrimental their health, safety and moral wellbeing. 

    Your job will be to do that risk assessment properly, insure they meet that high criteria of being very suitable for the unpleasant drudgery they will be recruited to do, to repay the loan if they

default.

Then if they do thieve we can all enjoy a little entertainment at their expense, and we all turn a great big bonuses profit from their misfortune without it bothering our heads.  Any repayments

must be in the bank on the day they are due by 12 o'clock midday, subsequently if there is a debt, they will only get ONE notification to pay cash in.

That notification comes with a list of establishments and generous gentlemen who will assist them earn enough to repay that weeks shortfall.  If the money still hasn't arrived six hours later they

will be booked for their first physical caution.  Followed if necessary three days later by compulsion to find suitable employment. 

Honey queried this, looking to be the business lady.  If our products are so desirable, why don't we grant loans to those who need them, the interest on the easy payment scheme could easily

outweigh the profit that we get from the illegal substances.  Wouldn't a warning of that sort put off prospective applicants and lose us the chance of easy money

      

Not really, usually these are young women naive and off their heads into drugs, and there's a much better way to skin a cat, and enjoy it squirming, than overcharge it for its loans.  As you know

drugs and prostitution are the main crux of this organisation, however there comes a time when you can often mix business and pleasure.  If occasionally a young lady borrows money and is

unable to pay on time, then, even if she volunteers to work the streets, a massive profit can still generated making the profit on the loan seem minuscule

    A whore on the streets can generate 10 times her consumption of drugs per day, and she would still have to pay for them, and that's doing the whoring voluntary.  Tie a hussy to a bed and

allow just enough movement so she can be turned with her legs open and the profits skyrockets. 

A girl put on the auction Block, can generate gigantic profits, and the fun we'll have with her while we're preparing her for sale also skyrockets.  These things never happen overnight so while

she is available to make screech, twist and despair with various implements making contact across her bottom, we all enjoy ourselves, and her.

And we still get the enjoyment of watching her face fill with miserable shock as her wretched cunt is filled to the brim with cum.  Then she will be gone for good, disappeared, leaving profit

and satisfaction behind, while she continues her career trying to repay her purchase money.  They're usually already out of their skull anyway, they just getting desperate for their next head

banging session.

  So to recap.  As long as you're initial warning about consequence contained veiled warnings about smacked bottoms, and of course the reason for those comments was that the thief just

happened to be a 15-year-old blonde, with a very caneable bottom and a disinclination to bend over unless threatened and physically restrained.  Then really, the girl has really no legitimate

complaints that she was being treated unfairly by using her that way to earn her money.  If then she screeched her agony and discomfort as the cane smacked repeatedly across her naked milk

white arse, you could say she had been dealt with fairly.

    As for complaining about having her legs open and her succulent pussy lubricated, stimulated and filled with a man's cum, then she should have got off her cute little arse and paid back the

money before the debt collectors descended on her. 

Point taken Honey?  Laughter all round.

When you have risk assessed on their repayment earning potential we are insistent that transparency and honesty to the consequences be used, as it stopped any misunderstanding.  And she

would come down quite hard on any dealer who didn't take any girl or youth to one side and discreetly make aware them of the consequences on missing even one payment.  As the goods had

already been consumed any non--payment would be treated as theft. 

  However, if someone does default, you pass them over to Bob and his agents who will do the reeling in and if necessary arrange a first warning, a really good head banger.  That way it leaves

your conscience clear

The only part of the organisations approach Honey disagreed with was it almost pathological doggedness of the Three to enjoy their sideline over profit, Corporal punishment or the smacking of

backsides.

   To Honey this was the wrong approach, profit should be the Holy Grail, earn enough profit and the other factors would fall into place.  And if necessary adjust the construction and working

conditions of the company to meet that Holy Grail. 

If more productivity could be produced from the whores, then the whores worked harder.  If to get through a large percentage of drugs it was necessary to sacrifice a few Mules, that's what

they were paid for.  Reserve a lump sum for their eventual release, but write them off as a unfortunate loss.

As for the Credit side, as their product was highly desirable, a cash only environment should be goal.  However for those who met the very high criteria demanded and still needed a loan, she

saw no reason why they shouldn't pay a very high rate of interest for the object of their desire; and an even higher incentive to earn be placed on them in the event of a eventual debt

Honey was thoroughly amused and not surprised to see that Angie had got the three's particular vices well covered, even down who was allowed to offer personnel counselling.  With all three

dabbling in CP, there was quite a competition to get the best looking girls legs open.  To stop any infighting; whoever controlled the Agent who got the first contact with the girls got the first

option to give them the therapy to hold off the full scale caution,  and just which group were employed in giving them that caution. 

Bob method was usually a soundly smacked bottom with an instrument of some kind, then plenty of time for him to discharge his balls by various means.  Before finishing of the session with

one long passionate shag in bed

With Angie, it was a caning in her office.  Alternatively, if she had a punter willing to pay for abusing a whore, then in the basement under the pub; where she would supply the cane.

Tony simply it was his parties.

  Of course either Bob Tony or Angie might not find the girl suitable, in which case she passed over to one of the other two in which case Tony gets first pick.  A simple procedure but it works

quite well.  Usually those sessions are only just marginally less strenuous than the formal group warning, but the least they were being conducted by just a single person, rather than an unspecific

group of thugs.  However Honey reflection was, Pity the poor bitch who Angie got her claws into; somehow she felt that she wouldn't be sitting down for weeks.

    With only six hours after her being told she owed money, to find suitable employment with one of the people on the list, or the "Bailiffs" will arrive to help them find suitable well paid work. 

Many a young female preferred a couple of hours, bent over a trestle so Angie could practice her caned skills on her bottom;  to suddenly finding her flat invaded by possibly four randy guys to

spend an evening entertaining them in her bedroom..

Honey was also surprised to see that they had taken the business model to a stage that they even covered a schedule of rates to include the warnings and the punishments in case of debts

arising.

Angie explained.

We had a lot of problems in the early stages with the hired help getting too rough with a more attractive small debtor, at the cost of letting the older less sexy, bigger debtor get off too lightly. 

The younger blondes were being shagged hollow and beaten mercilessly, while the older whore was just getting a spanking.

Surely that's the name of the game, the more attractive you are, the more attention you get, quipped Honey.  That's what natural selection and whoring is all about

Yes but we try to be a more responsible and trusted lender of drug money, so we devised a schedule.  It's based on the local rates around the area for whores, if a girl for instance owes 500

quid, and the going rate for a intercourse is set at 50 quid, then when undertaking the warning, the punter is allowed to shag the bitch 10 times.  Of course that may be a little optimistic for most

men, looking across at Bob, but not all of them!  So they're allowed to mix and match up to that limit of 500 quid

For warnings they get a list pretty well like this one

*        Hand wank £25

*        Blow job £35

*        Without a contraceptive £40,

*        Anal sex £60.

*        Over the knee spankings £3 a smack

*        Use of the belt £5 a whack

*        Cane £10 a stroke

For structured punishment sessions though, those rates would get whittled quite right down to about a third of their value.  Allowing a punter to put her over his knee, spank her seven times and

still have enough left to give her one cane stroke.  Utilized right across the board, for £1000 debt the girl would suffer for £10 twenty-eight good hard spanks and four vicious cuts

Of course that doesn't cover the full list of course, it doesn't cover the use of the whip, bondage, simulated rape or even real rape, and we keep those off the list as we feel that in the wrong

hands it could rebound on us. 

All they do select what they want up to the debt limit and that's what they hand out to the girl.

Sounds a bit businesslike said Honey, but from where I'm sitting I can't see any incentive to get the girl to go out and repay the money which I thought was what the idea was.  Better for her to

sit at home in the comfort and entertain the punter, rather than freezer arse off out on the streets

Ah but that is just where the incentive is, if she had voluntary goes on the streets it might be cold, but she can select her punters and their preferences.  When there's a warning or a punishment in

place, the girl does as she's told, and it's the punter who calls the shots.  If he only decides to have a hand wank, he can use the rest of his allocation, just using the cane on the girls arse?  In

addition, there are two other bits I hadn't quite yet covered.

For every £250 the girl owes, the punter is allowed to bring along a mate, who gets the same privileges as his friend.  Therefore, for the same £500 debt the girl gets two guys allowed use her up

to an personal allowance of £500.

£1000 and the girl entertains four guys, £1500 it's six and a couple of thousand gets her eight guys to entertain.  The bigger the debt the bigger the party.  And the bigger the party the more the

bill that is placed on the girls debt sheet.

And we don't pay the punter she does, so if the hypothetical £500 girl gets a warning we add two x £500 to her bill making a total she has to find before she is clear of debt of £1500.

  At the top of that example, owing a couple of thousand pounds gets multiplied by eight.  £16,000, which she has to clear off before she is free.  You can see the incentive to find voluntary

work.  Which incidentally doesn't cost us a thing; just makes her make really make an effort to find the money she owes or consider "Bob's easy option" plan, Tony parties or a session with me

in my basement?

However Angie her personnel perversion covered was also a stickler for keeping agreement.  Street cred was absolutely vital in the drugs business otherwise debts would go unpaid.  Once a

threat, veiled or otherwise had been made, either when applying for credit, maybe she'd been told she would be put on the streets if she didn't pay.  Angie would have no pity and within hours

of the bailiffs, arriving the girl would find herself, terrified out in the cold and the rain, her sexual attributes freezing, wearing skimpy provocative outfits that positively shouted prostitute. 

Every punter she obliged reduced her debts, but only at the rate £1 for every blow job she swallowed, just £3 for sex in the back of a car, or if she indulged in buggery face down over the back

seat, £4.

It was those interest payments that made the work so attractive for the "Band of three", a good nights session of cocaine or ecstasy costs about Angie about £60.  To pay that back with interest

the girl would have service over 1000 punters for every original £100 of her debt.  To make sure she maximised the use of her sexual assets for maximum profit she would be supervised by a

especially brutal pimp

Honey readily approved, really without understanding that on the first option the girl would soon find herself touting for punters on a local street.  To her it was just a good opportunity to later

increase her bank balance.  As for making a nice profit out of the girl's misfortune, she hadn't asked the girl to take the illegal drugs, so more fool her.  Better than being waylaid, then ravished

and slashed, as was the usual punishment for thieves of drugs handed out by other drugs gangs in the area. 

She knew what the deal for total none payment were, but chose to ignore it and look at the profit.  As far as she was concerned if a applicant had found it flattering that the dealer had asked for

age verification, as with her clear complexion and slim body she could easily be an underage school girl.  Then she only had herself to blame, if caught thieving.

Not only would the bailiffs arrive with a especially whippy cane, but after gaining a little familiarity, she would be escorted to Angie's private little establishments in the cellar where she would

be expected to, after a little coaching from Angie, expected to do one caning video for every £10 she owed. 

One nights of happiness on cocaine or ecstasy would be paid back by a un-mitigating misery, maybe 25 videos and 600 or more strokes of the cane.  As for the girls who the only option would

be to be auctioned off, they would find themselves trembling on the block being bid for within hours.  Then again, if for some reason the girl had no monetary value she would have no

sympathy in condemning the girl to be sexually abused before having her face and other sexual parts permanently disfigured with knife cuts as a warning to others.

The males were usually left to Angie and Tony to deal with, who in their usual way past the consequences on for someone else to administer.  However listening to them discuss a case about

some reasonably attractive blond 13 year old youth, she got quite a kick outs of the thought that he would be attending quite a few meeting in Angie's cellar apartment, attending without any

underwear.  His sessions would be paid for by his new lover who would spanking over his ravishers knee as he allowed his little anus to be played with before having his cute bottom spread to

receive a squirt of semen.  However to sweeten the encounter, Angie always promised the youth to take away, free of charge, three days' supply of drugs if he gave the punter a good time.

If he gave any trouble, they would be plenty of takers in the Arab world for a blond European as a eunuch, imagining the distress on the boys face as his cock was cut off and his bollocks split

to make a crude vagina.  Though she was quite aware that while she found the thought exciting, she didn't really want to be there watching it happen 

With Bob honey helped deal with the females.  Angie encouraging Honey in her belief that very soon she would be one of the three's privileged agents, but acknowledged she was naive about

how to deal with miscreants.  Bob had objected, but on sufferance had agreed with Angie when she pointed out that Honey would soon be joining them in the organisation and the more she

knew, the more her imagination would terrify her

Unsuspecting Honey wholeheartedly supported Bob's no-nonsense approach knowing that, that was the only way to make the money, to get back the lifestyle she deserved

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The girl, a 17-year-old student had got herself into quite serious problems.  With Honey and Bob sitting like two judges in a tribunal, Bob had been of the opinion that the girl wasn't particularly

attractive, but young enough to produce a good profit if she went on the game.  Otherwise, better to cut their losses and use her to put the fear of God up other potential debtors.

Honey being you readily agreed, really without understanding that on the first option, the girl would soon find herself touting for punters on a local street, on the game.  From there the money

would flow in plenty enough to pay for her debt, and plenty left . 

    However, Mum had seen her standing on the Street corner soliciting for punters, and was horrified to find out her student daughter was not only a drug addict, but also whoring as well to

pay for them. 

Getting Bob's address from the dealer hadn't been easy, but she was a persistent woman and eventually arrived at Bob's door banging on it arrogantly.  It happened to be a night that Bob and

Honey were discussing several other cases when Mrs Dean angrily knocked on the door demanding an explanation of why they were forcing their daughter into prostitution.  Honey had got

quite angry at the way the woman had burst into her flat and was even more outraged when she was accused of being Bob slut

    Bob as usual immediately got aggressive, however Honey realising things could get out of hand preferred the more placating diplomatic approach.  Taking the indignant mother into the living

room, she calmed down Bob by saying.  Look!  Miss Piggy here could cause trouble, let's pin her down so that at least we know where we stand.

Then carefully explained to the irate mother that they were legitimate money lenders. 

It was unfortunate that the money, that had been lent in good faith, had been used by her daughter to buy drugs, but they were in a dilemma.  The girl was now a prostitute and a drug addict,

so they couldn't use the usual recourse to the courts to recover their money without getting those facts rebounding back on her daughter.  Once it was clear that your daughter was also selling

off some of her drugs she had bought, she also became a dealer, a Judge could become quite vindictive at that

As for the allegation of knowingly prostituting her daughter, they felt badly accused; it was her own daughter who had resignedly suggested it.  Realising that her debts could get her seriously

into trouble she volunteered to go on the Game just asking for a safe pimp who could look after her.

They had tried to dissuade her saying it was a profession rife with unsavoury clients.  However as the daughter pointed out she wasn't some blushing virgin, she'd had to spend time hopping in

and outs of various peoples bed scrounging drugs and it was much better that she put it on a sound commercial basis, at least that way she could pay her debts and resume her studies.  So

reluctantly, Bob had recommended a operator he knew casually that would look after her.  However unfortunately she often wasn't available when she was supposed to be working and had

fallen into even further debt

Normally in that sort of case they used compassion and recommended some sort of course, possibly away from the area, to bring some discipline into her life.  This would naturally increase her

debts she would have to pay back, as she would be away for sometime.  But at least she would have a chance to get herself free of drugs, and abroad she would be safe from any nutters who

like to cut up prostitutes.  An inherent risk in what her daughter was doing.  Unfortunately, with so many dodgy characters around recently knife wounding and horrendous sexual assault were

becoming too common on young prostitutes in the area.

At this point Honey added a little realism so the mother would possibly understand.

You do realise your daughter is getting addicted more and more into drugs, putting her more at risk from some meeting just that nutter, possibly a group of them.  I would hate it to happen but

her increasing debts are making it very liable.  Maybe it was a good job you came round, we could possibly discuss how that might be prevented.  As I say one option if she could go on a

rehabilitation course, but she's looking at possibly 3 years away, the way the interest is clocking up.  And some of those institutions can be quite brutal on a young innocent students.  Is that

what you really want for your innocent daughter?

  Realising that she was being overtly threatened, the mother backed off a little becoming a little more aware of the situation, she took another tack.

  Maybe she could contribute a little to get her debts down to a reasonable level.  And arrogantly standing up taking out her purse, she placed £1000 in used notes on the table.  Quietly

confident that this would sort out all the problems.  As Honey now ashamedly recalled, Mummy hadn't even started her descent into shame and degradation

Bob came over ingratiating.

  Pity that, if your daughter ended up being attacked, just because you couldn't find the will and money to help her out.  Nevertheless, that little lot would hardly pay for her hospitalisation if

she got attacked.

I can understand that money is short; however, you do have some very viable assets Mrs Dean.  You're still very attractive, for a woman of your experience; I'm sure it wouldn't be difficult

finding a Business Associate or two, who would help you out.  Moreover, you have that very valuable asset of your luxurious apartment, in an agreeable part of the city.

But that's in my ex-husband's name I only live there rent-free.  I can't sell it without causing all sorts of problems. 

Nobody is asking you to, said Honey.  All we are saying is.  You have a very desirable residence; where with a little discrete advertising, you could enhance your income quite considerably,

possibly entertaining those generous Associates. 

What more perfect way to help your daughter escape her almost inevitable unfortunate accident.  Off the streets she wouldn't be at risk of disfigurement, a little money earned from discreetly,

let's say; taking selected admirers, to make love on her bed.  Honey enjoyed being coarsely explicit, better the woman realise exactly what was expected of her, enjoying shocking the arrogant

women

Having lusty bonking session with punters could just provide that extra income needed; to allow her to concentrate on gently weaning her daughter off her addiction, in the privacy of your own

apartment,  Otherwise, it's almost inevitable what will happen to her

     Mrs Dean looked at both of them with incredulity. 

Then realising exactly the situation swallowed, you're telling me I've got to go on the Game or my daughter will have her face cut as a punishment for getting in debt.  Honey soothingly

interrupted. 

Nobody said anything about your daughter's face, other bits of a prostitute are sometimes unfortunate of much more sexual interest for a nutcase to want to mutilate.  And waited while the

realisation sunk in.  As a prostitute, often they get attacked for trophies like sex lips, nipples or their clitoris.

However, even as she said it, for the life of her, she couldn't really understand why Bob was taking such a risk admitting they were involved.  There was no real benefit from putting the woman

on the Game, she wouldn't make that much money, okay would be nicely humiliating for her to be watched hesitantly approach her first punter knowing that the next act would be dropping her

knickers.

But, it just wasn't logical.  Just deny everything and dismiss the woman, then cover your tracks, do the obvious take the daughter off the streets, get your kicks giving it a bloody good hiding if

that's what turned you on.  Then, recover the costs by sticking the slut on an auction block to sell to some punter to buy, most likely to work it to death.

  Okay tough on the slut!  She'd spend her rest of her life short as it most probably would be, bonking in some sleazy brothel bed or if unlucky worse, but that was on the cards when she'd 

agreed to work streets; but Mummy was making it dangerous for all of them.  But that will really wasn't her problem.  That solution removed this silly risk and replaced it with cash.  Problem

gone, money in the bank.  Just one now suitably miserable slut misplaced, but sending out a pay, or be punished, message to others looking to escape paying for their pleasures   

Nobody would ever suggest that you went on the Game Tanya, but as Bob says, you have a attractive body, pity to waste one of your main assets.  However, only you can make that sort of

decision.  Honey was getting a little annoyed at this mincing around the subject and enjoyed rubbing the woman's conceited nose in her disturbing dilemma.

    If you can think of a more profitable, line of business, maybe "Visiting older Photographic model", perhaps "Female Masseur" maybe "Experienced Escort, Cheap Tart?"  Or maybe better we

just call you a "Older Whore".  I'm sure your imagination would make the list endless. 

The name isn't important, helping your daughter is, it wouldn't be much, just a couple of those generous gentlemen in the evening, said Honey her eyes detecting a nice long, money-spinning

relationship with the woman.

      You'd most likely enjoy coming home after work and slipping into something comfortable and sexy to put a little romance back in your life.  And dropped back into crudity again, enjoying

shocking the arrogant women into realising exactly what she would have to do to help her daughter.  Three solid, juicy bonking on your bed every night would do the trick, do you a power of

good and save your daughter from being mutilated like a street whore. 

Bob came to the rescue this time.  Look let's add a sweetener, what if we supplied your delinquent offspring with drugs she needs and.  At cost, while your struggling in the early stages of

paying off her debts.  Insuring she had the a cheap  supply would take the need out to buy them more expensively, gradually she could be weaned off of them and you could go back to being a

loving mum. 

Even as Bob said it, Honey felt like fraudulent salesman selling Tower Bridge, and thought; would you buy a second-hand car from a person like me?

Realising she was backed into a corner.  Mrs Dean started to tearfully negotiate, with Bob who deepened the mystery of why he was doing it.  I'm not sure whether this is a good idea, we only

reluctantly agreed to your daughter's method of repaying her debt because she was a young and liable to get plenty of work. 

Tanya, I hope you don't mind me calling you that Mrs Dean.  However, you're a little more mature, so possibly your assignations would have to be, how shall we say, be slightly more fantasy

born and erotic for you to cover your siblings quite substantial debts, unfortunately that's the way of the world.  Both you and your daughter will be covering the cheaper end of the market

where you may have to entertain six customers to earn £100 , however in the Domestic discipline game you could easily earn that or more from one customer ,a bit more stressful maybe but

certainly more lucrative. 

Honey grinned to herself and winked recognition of Bob plan.  Bob was not only looking to get my mummies knickers off, but force her into being a reluctant blow-up doll that just has to lay

there and let the punters shoot their cum between her matronly legs.

  Honey did a little bit of quick maths, she reckoned for the time all the expenses were deducted all the woman will get out of it would be about £0.20p a fuck.  Serves Miss Piggy right coming

in and complaining.  Hope she catches something nasty between her prim legs, hopefully it will be Bob.  What she doesn't realises to cover just one shot of drugs to keep her daughter happy, she

going to have to do open her legs and make 80 punters satisfied.

Once she realised how much work she was going to have to do to pay for even one shot of her daughters drugs, it would be too late the daughter would owe more.  She was sure Bob would

get Mummy Dean to do a few highly sordid but easily sellable videos.

With the highly likely hood of blackmail hanging over her, she would be quite happy to drop any suggestion of going to the police, and after a year or two turning Tricks and replaying her

daughters debt with high interest, will be allowed to quietly disappear taking her daughter Lauren with her into obscurity,

Bob continued, unfortunately we don't really have any personal references to use to employ you, so we can't take you on trust and unfortunately, to stop things happening to your daughter. 

Tanya were going to need at least £2500 on the table and it's fairly urgent, say tomorrow morning

Mrs Dean, Tanya, looked panic stricken and bleated holding back the tears.  You saw that I only had £1000, how can I to come up with twice the amount in just 24 hours And Honey

remembers looking sympathetic and saying.

I'm sure Mrs Dean, if I came up with the list of a dozen or so, let's say less discerning punters.  I'm sure in ten to twelve hours; you could find some way of earning that.  Be a little strenuous

I'm sure, but not as strenuous as your daughter will to find out if she gets gang banged. 

Say 10 punters, nice long slow blow job and then, in go their fleshy little penises, and they paying your daughter's debts for you.  Unfortunately, this type of crucial lover has no respect for

rubbers, but would pay quite a lot more to do a whore bareback, so no condoms I'm afraid.  Honey wanted to see the woman get to feel the spunk running up inside her.  Be a laugh if Mummy

got fucking pregnant, she would be a little more circumspect with her words next time

.Honey relished the power it gave her over the woman, the thought of poor" hurrying home from work, so she could service a long line of punters.  She'd have to them according to their needs,

and the beauty of it was that after jiggling on her back for hours and sucking strange men's cocks.  All she would be able to achieve would be to keep her daughter supplied with drugs, a couple

of hits a day; at the moment the daughter was getting through four hits.   

Honey unconsciously relished the power it gave her over the woman, the thought of poor "Miss Snooty Draws hurrying home from work so that she could service a long line of punters tickled

her sense of the absurd. 

Of course she'd have to "Prioritises" them according to the length of times she had to spend with them.

The low earners she could deal quickly in the hall, kneel at their feet and do what she would classy call "Fellatio" them, and then when she'd stretched her neck a few times and earnt a small

£0.10p a swallow, she could drop her knickers, and let her more discerning punters take her to bed.

Again, she would have to do the quick bangers, first, leaving as much time as possible for the big payer.  And the beauty of it was, after disgracing herself wallowing on her bed like some cheap

whore, all she would achieve was to get her daughter deeper into drug addiction. 

   Serves her right, waving a cheap £1000 onto the table thinking she could buy our way out.  Let her go down on her knees and suck like any whore, Then jiggle on her back for the rest of the

money she needed.

And then the just what Bob was up to dawned on her.

From listening to the discussions at meetings she knew that Bob ran some type of "Easy payment plan" that he used to get reluctant female to comply

He wasn't only setting her up to pay for her daughters drugs, while not decreasing the debt.  He wanted to force Tanya to be his whore on the side, his guarantee his balls would be drained on a

regular basis and, as a horrible twisted incentive, he would personally introduce her bottom into being caned, rather than waiting for it to be done as a1st warning, as a encore, to being ravished

by a band of six 

There's no doubt about it, after having fucked and spanked the arse off the filly of a daughter.  Bob was planning to turn Mummy into a pleasure mare, possibly using a riding crop across her

flanks.  He had already boasted that the slag daughter was being set up for a real good hiding.  Maybe looking to make them attend Tony's party, always an attraction mummy and offspring. 

Make them bend over in line, mummy and brat, their legs open, two tight little pussy's waiting for punters.  Be a whale at a party!  And then they could be spanked as well as whipped for being

such dirty little sluts.

It was so obverse he fancied having a spanking session with her before she was turning tricks on a regular basis; he was going to offer her a easy payment scheme

Fascinated she looked at Mummy Tanya in different light, being a whore wasn't intended to be a quick fix.  For mum to be suitably miserable and wretched, as Bob liked, it would have to be

drawn out over a long period.  Mummy would be slowly drawn in, deeper and deeper.  But if Bob was feeling randy, he was looking to shoot spunk up her cunt as soon as this interview was

over.  The thing about putting her on the Game was just to control her.

    Intrigued her eyes were drawn to the older woman's backside.  Not bad a little plump but still quite tight and trim she could see the attraction.  If she was correct in her surmise, that matronly

bottom soon be tightly bent over, its owner screeching its silly head off as it tried to cope for, she suspected the first time in her life, stinging pain, as a really little whippy cane bit into her

bottom.  How her arse would cope was anybody's guess.

  Just then she got a quick frown from Bob, as the woman fidgeted in embarrassment, they were discussing just how many punters she would have to screw a night.  Bob wanted a little time

with her alone, to get the feel of just what, she was sure she wouldn't do, and then cruelly add it to the ultimatum.

She could see Mumsy, hopping around Angie's basement desperately wondering why, after letting Bob bend her over and pull down her knickers she hadn't protested then.  Maybe sensibly she

didn't fancy having to have several bunk up's with six guys, and suspected a caning would be include anyhow, so maybe she was just burning her boats  by letting Bob, not a group of raping

perverts, burn her bum checks

Walking out of the room she realised the cane was the wrong instrument, Miss Piggy's bottom was much more suitable for the meaty solid whack of a paddle, rather than a thin creasing, as the

cane bit in hard.  Okay the cane was just what the new whore bitch deserved and needed, but that could come later.  She'd heard the others rant about the thrill that came from administrating an

agonising sting in some females tender bottom; here was her chance to see, whether in reality she got any kick out of it at all.

Honed over the years a shiny paddle had a knack of stimulating every surface touch nerve in a posterior.  It seemed that the situation produced simultaneous stimulation of both the touch and

the sensation nerves; rather like overloading a loudspeaker system till it shrieked agonisingly back at you. 

Okay a simple kick would do that, but this was deliberately rigged to produce agonising overpowering pain without bruising.  What better to use on a plump Miss Piggy's bottom, than a highly

polished American paddle. 

You would think after hurriedly standing up after the first devastating whack screeching, Oh shit!, she would have learnt her lesson, but no Bob would to want to teach her over and over again. 

Moreover, knowing Bob he wouldn't let her go without exercising his privilege of squirting his penis quite thoroughly into every one of Miss Piggy's juicy love hole's.  Her cunt might have been

stretched giving birth to Lauren her daughter, but that would just make it slightly more malleable to take Bobs enormous prick. 

As far as Bob was concerned Tanya's debt was already due and if she didn't get down to whoring straight away to generate that extra money, she would get her first formal warning.  What

better way to get his cock relief than breaking her in with a instalment plan. 

However she was determined to watch Tanya virgin bottom get its first dozen whacks, she didn't want to stay around while the two got lovey-dovey, but it would be interesting to see Piggy's

face screw up in agony at least half a dozen times.  Giggling she thought, God she was beginning to get like Angie, next she'd be using the cane herself.

Lady!  Are you in for a energetic time?

Going back into the room she could hear Piggy face whining that she didn't fancy the pain of being spanked, okay he go to bed with him if that's what it took, but don't expect any lovey-dovey

nonsense.

Bob was arguing that their debt was now due and she wasn't really in a position to dictate terms.

And watching quietly from the door made her bend over so he could run his hand around her bottom.  At least she hadn't caught Bob with, hand up her knickers.  God why did that man like

smacking bottoms so much

She chose that moment to smiling call out Bob!  As she interrupted them, at least for Mrs Dean embarrassing negotiations.

Nice bum Tanya, Bob like them a little older, and it looks as if he's got one there.  Knowing that woman would feel humiliated and insulted, but could do nothing about it.

  Maybe we can stretch the point a little over the deposit you would need. 

Don't you have an Easy Plan that you sometimes like to use.

As she said it, she grinned wickedly, wondering how the older woman would cope when she got the first taste of the atrocious stinging shooting up from her bottom when the paddle hit her

ample backside

Bob maybe you're being a little unsympathetic to Tanya; you don't mind me calling you that do you dear?  And, took the daggers that were thrown at her, with amusement.

She grinned wickedly knowing that no matter what looks Tanya threw at her they wouldn't compare in the slightest with the bombshell and trauma she would experience when the paddle hit

her tightly bent, ample posterior

Honey had absolutely no experience of being spanked, thank goodness she thought, let alone this thing they called free bondage where a submissive voluntary presumes a humiliating and

painful position rather than being chained in to it.  However, they did say the first whack was the most traumatic but not necessarily the most painful

Listening to her friends conversations around her it could be erotic if well done, but the interest was giving pain, not eroticism.  One woman debtor she had quizzed being curious about why she

did it so voluntarily.  Described being in free bondage and being spanked as horrendous.  Like sitting on a red hot griddle, getting up with a screech, and then having to force herself to sit down

in exactly the same place knowing even before she could feel the heat on her bottom, it would hurt like hell.

Well Mumsy, now you'll have something to remember when you're having your orifices filled with Bobs revolting spunk

   Turning on the charm she said. 

Maybe Bob, you would like to advance Tanya say 1/4 of the amount £250.  Would make it easier to adjust.  She'd still have to find the other £750 before tomorrow night, but I'm sure Tanya will

find a way.  Can easily get five customers queuing up once you've finished with her.  If not I hope you've realised this is in fact a warning all so you'd better behave yourself.  If you're short on

performance or satisfaction, and Bob doesn't feel you've deserve payment for voluntary contributions, then the warning will be more forceful.  You're liable for the full £1000, and you'll earn it,

with four guys, a big stick and a lot of sweating, grunting and sexual gymnastics.

Not sure said Bob I don't really know the lady, and I really got it all set up tomorrow night.  I'd have to have a guarantee otherwise; I'll spend that resetting up the gang for tomorrow.

However, she's up the creek without a Paddle, said Honey slyly.

Okay said Bob slowly.  Look Tanya I don't mind helping you out, but I want good value for money.  A good £250 worth, and I'll give you a couple of days to get the other £750, but if they

have to come round, we'll be looking at to have £2,500, on the nail, so you'll get nailed quite firmly and steadily

  You realise I've got plenty of whores just waiting to service me.  As my colleague here reminds me, you're now guarantor for your daughters debts, but that does mean you take them under the

same conditions.  Your daughters missed several payments; you're going to pick up the tab.  As from now you are due to meet a few randy bailiffs hoping to convince you its whoring or your

daughter.  Don't give me a good session, and after fail to come up with the other £750 that's due, and I'll send those bailiffs in to literally seize your assets and put them to good use.  I'm sure

you'll like that.  Tanya whimpered.

I believe the debts stand at somewhere around about £12,000, that means a three-day session with about 10 guys.  That will be a bugger to organise  It'll be easier to stick your butt on the

auction block at the end of the week, and sell you off to a brothel overseas, they say being a whore is much easier if you've been circumcised, snip, snip he gloated.  Well Tanya' that's all sorted

then, and took the liberty of fondling Tanya arse;  saying brutally.  Looking forward to give this a good whacking.  He wasn't surprised when Tanya burst into tears.  Like to sit down Tanya

while you can.  

Tony's place is free suggested Honey hopefully, saving embarrassment of me being around.  However I do feel insulted that Miss Piggy face here thought I was your bit of stuff, so I want that

little satisfaction for that.

  Bob seemed to have come to some sort of agreement that you get a taste of the paddle, maybe you'd like to oblige me by bending over, I'm new to the game, have yet to see someone take

paddling.  What would you say Bob, 12 good whacks taken properly before you take her down to Angie's.  Don't particularly want to see you taking her knickers down, and as for seeing you

giving her a bit of nookie.  Ugh!  No thanks.  I just want a little contrition on your face; remember, if I don't think you've made too much fuss, I'll tell Bob to give you another free one, so

maybe you'll get more than 12.  And watched with some amusement, fascinated as a middle aged female, one of the Chattering Classes, was slowly but surely cajoled into consenting to having

her bottom paddled with an audience.  Honey knew that Tanya was an amateur like her with no idea how much it hurts, but both of them would find out, Tanya physically

Honey then left the room while Bob discussed tactics, enjoying the sobs that occasionally broke out of the room.  Honey however, was all into looking to humiliate the woman personally calling

her Bobs slut.  With the threat of instant abduction to some unspecified brothel abroad, should make the Cow, cow- down, if not, she'd get more than just one guy beating and banging her

senseless.  Either way the bitch was going to have an unpleasant evening.

  Serves the bitch right she hoped it taught her a well earned lesson, accusing Bob of forcing a girl into prostitution.  He might suggest, but it was always up to the girl, surely better that than

paying the other way.

Grinning at Bob she said, come on Tanya let's get your personal demonstration over and done with shall we, then you can trot off to Angie's  for a more private session with Bob, remember

while this is entirely voluntary, if you're on corporative and Bob is unable to give me a good inclination of how he uses a paddle.  Then I should have no option but to recommend you undertake

a full proper warning, in the hands of 4 to 6 guys.  I hope we understand each other.

.  She then marched Pig-face into the back room, made her bend over and hold that position, and then chatted to Bob.  What are you going to do Bob tie her hands, she never keep still.

No she's got to learn, you want her paddled, schoolgirls in America have to do it without restraints.  No this is free bondage.  She will keep still otherwise, she will learn tonight while she's

being prepared for the brothel; possibly to India. 

Mucky people the Indians, no respect for white cunt, her and her daughter will make a nice attraction in some cheap brothel.  Angie grinned knowing that Miss Snooty Draws was listening to

every word and she had already started to tremble.

Well will soon see when once she's taken a couple of good whacks from a paddle.  Twelve I think.

    And watched fascinated as Bob went through the routine of smoothing out her skirt, and tapping the paddle on his hand.  Even Honey was surprised at the speed he then moved, the paddle

flashed, Dean flinched for a second, her eyes opening wide in shock, and then the automatic reaction took over.  Up went her head, back flew her arms and she bucked like a fucked chicken

and Honey saw the resemblance to sitting on a red hot griddle

.  However she really didn't get much satisfaction in seeing the woman squirm just enjoyed controlling her.  And waited patiently for the paddling to be over and watched a thoroughly

chastened Piggy face being escorted down the steps for a proper session in the sound proofed area under Angie's pub.

A couple of days later she had to meet up to Bob again.  How did that meeting go with that classy Mumsy?

Oh not bad!  Had a quite a bit of fun with Mummy, she didn't really seem to mind, being made to whore, once you got used to it seem to expect it

But she was quite surprised when I made her pass that leather belt of hers over to me and told her she was going over my knee and instead of being around her waist she was going to get it

across her arse.  Got quite a kick outs of whipping that woman's butt, almost as much as fun as I had making her suck my cock.

I bet you did commented Honey, and unusually for me, but I got quite a kick thinking of you smacking mummy's bottom.  Normally does nothing for me, must be something I'd eaten.

So you're learning to like it? 

No only if it's done to someone else.  But I don't think I could handle actually having to watch someone suffer.  I like my chickens, with no feathers and tied ready for the oven, preferably

cooked by others.  I'm really a bit of a softy.  I never watched what the girls got up to with the celebrities, they were asking for it and they got it.  I feel the same way about Tanya, she deserved

it, and she got it.  I just hope she enjoyed it

How did it go with the belt thing? 

Well she certainly didn't like donating her belt, screamed and pleaded worse than her daughter.

  She must have had been quite an attractive woman a couple of years ago however now little plump but the humiliation must be in absolutely horrendous for the poor dear.  However, she had

signed a contract and in keeping with Angie's business ethics she knew exactly, what she was signing up for.  I enjoyed it, doubled the belt, brought it down hard, and made those plump

buttocks bounce, as she squealed and wallowed in my lap.

I bet she'd loved that. 

No funny enough she almost had the guts to refuse me point blank, said it was too humiliating.  Had to pick up the phone and start arranging for her daughters party, she then agreed.  Then I

made her suffer.  Interesting only after she was blubbering with mortification did she finally accept she had to do it, so I added on a little more humiliation.  Made her take down her pants and

spanked her hard with my hand, then made her kneel behind me and made her play with my prick, wanking off as her tongue stimulated my anus.

Ug!  Too much information thank you. 

Bob grinned, a real special feeling that.  Especially when you've shot your lot, and you know, she's going to kneel down and lick it up, and that's when she gets the first whack from the belt. 

And smiled as Honey put her hands over her ears.  Better get used to it girl it's going to be part of your repertoire once we've snared you.

Funny enough after she'd done that, it didn't seem quite so humiliating to pull down her knickers lift up her skirt and lay passive be over my knee, though she did seem to take exception when I

spat on her arse to make better contact with a belt.  Jesus!  I hit the bitch, but it takes a good whack on a plump bottom to make it really hurt.

    However, I'll give her due, she took it even while she blubbered and shrieked high heaven.  Poor cow most probably didn't sit down for a week, but I told her if she wanted to take her

Daughters debts then she takes her daughters pain.

Then I told her straight.

Unless we get some money in fast, the daughter was going to go abroad where she would do 30 or 40 punters a day

Do that for 10 years and she might think of coming home.  Mess me about lady and you'll follow her,

Nevertheless, I suspect you will be shagging donkeys.  Or follow her daughter's example and be under threat from nutters who wanted to cut her tits off, or stick a knife up her arse, Lot of

funny buggers about.

Then gave her the option, invite some paying punters back to her pad, and we would deduct £2,500 a week

Then he gave her the breakdown of exactly what she would have to do to help her daughter. 

Start servicing as many punters is you feel able.  It will only work out the about 25 punters a week enjoying a session between your legs. 

All that works out to is 3 punters an evening, add a couple of blow jobs and you're quid's in, that's just five a night, not counting the weekends which you can have free.

Do less and you'll go into debit with possible consequences for your daughter. 

As from this minute she is now off the streets, get more than a couple of nights in debt, then we simply cancel the contract getting our money back by renting both out for a little specialist hi-

jinks party.

  Eventually after a lot of silly pleading and blubbering, we agreed the contract would run for four months.  We'd review her payments after that

When I finally worked out what the figure would be, what she would pay back by the end of the contract, stood at around about £40,000 she seemed a little fazed by that, but I simply told her,

that or she'd earn it abroad.  Reminding her Pakistani was a nice place for whores, there they kept them locked up, and a single chain holding her to the bed so she could be turned whichever

way that suited the client.  She'd do at least 10 years without seeing a white face, just coffee coloured cocks spitting cum and piss all over her.  Muslim men don't respect women, as a white

whore, she'd be fair game at any little perversions they like to throw her away, be interesting how long she lasted.  Before she succumbed to some horrible disease, AIDS was rife over there.

Once I've put her straight on that fact, she seemed to accept and came quite amenable.  However I told her don't worry about it just drop your knickers, and open those legs of yours nice and

wide, you'll cover that easy, almost as easy as the clients will cover you.

Set up a simple website, add a photograph of yourself lounging on that classy four-poster bed of yours with your legs and pussy showing and they'll be queuing up stuff you full of spunk.  And

if you're sensible you'll lower your prices so you're the cheapest whore in the area, you'll get a few pervert is at that price, but not as many as you'll get in Pakistani, give it a year, and you'll look

back on it and laugh.  I will.

   Remember before you came in your daughter was out on the streets doing 25 guys a day.  We could insist you pay off the debt faster if that's what you want, but it might lower the tone of the

neighbourhood, and ruin your reputation and we can't have that.

Then I made her give me another blow job to clinch the deal.  However even that figure of £2,500 a week seemed to upset her, so I put it on the line.        The Contract was in place; it was that or

parties for her and her daughter, and made her give me a bonus by shooting a full load of cum down her throat. 

After, I gave her an option; she either donated £2,500 a week, or she could donate some of her tits, just the nipples and some of the fatty tissue to the knife, the Daughter could suffer the

circumcision, but the Mastectomy party and Circumcision would go on for hours and hours.  And she agreed to all that.

After, I'd given it a dose of the paddle.  Thirty whacks she took, and screwed her sore arse in between.  Make a lovely nice noise a shiny paddle on a fleshy bottom, stings like hell they tell me. 

She yelped then I took it to bed and screwed the arse off of it.  So mummy and daughter are in the bag

Honey was full of admiration at the way Bob handled it, and asked for a run down at the next table meeting with Angie and Tony

So that's how you got that up-market, flat in town, complete with its grand staircase, basement playroom and with a whore already installed.

You bet!  Said Bob.  Good deal that; haven't Got round to using the place for any parties yet, but give her time get used to doing as she's told and she is going to make a nice Hostess with the

moistest.

To make sure she'll only be a minor player of course, far too well past her sell by date.  Thinking of hanging upside her down by the door so she can welcome her guests with a drink.

Be fun; let her greet the guests like some High Society Hostess.  Then let them watch while we stripped it down naked and hung her squealing up by her legs.  Naked in her own drawing-room.

Fill her cunt with some high alcohol Punch, push in a couple of straws, and leave her hanging in the corner for the guys to drink out of.  Should be able to get a couple of gallons of decent punch

into her.  Make her the Mummy with a pregnant tummy, and then make her watch her daughter get laid.

Sounds a good laugh said Tony, it'll teach the bitch to open her legs a little wider, £2,500.  As you say it's only 25 a week, don't see why we shouldn't push the bitch to £4,500.  You're still

shagging the daughter, so how's it going.

   Not so well.  It seems the mother was just as lazy as the daughter, had to have her around a couple of times and thrash her, this time with the cane, making sure she went home with some real

welts to show her clients.  It's funny when you get a plump bottom and a comely woman, the cane seemed to sink right in. 

And I bet she ended up full of a little jisam I expect.

Well I had to extract my payment; she certainly didn't like being buggered.  But I enjoyed it, set me up a couple of hours.  Again the laughter all round which Honey now remembers with horror

that she joined in

So, where we are now said Angie unsympathetically.  Looks to me said Honey taking the same severe tone.  We have a college girl who is still taking drugs at our cost I assume looking at Bob,

who nodded in confirmation.  Better to cut our losses, do what you promised to do in her introductory speal.  Have both of them in for a mother and daughter party, mummy can have a private

mastectomy, just the nipples, but make it more memorable just make her eat them after she's done a few hours entertaining.  As for the offspring, more of the same, get mum to cane her as it's

her fault, but if you promised to have her clitoris winkled out, get it done and over with.  Give her a chance of a couple of orgasms to let her know what she's missing, then once she's  done,

fuck the bitch  hollow, she won't feel a thing, they made her a better whore of her for someone if she's not roaming all over the place

     

If you have a bitch who won't work even with cane marks across her arse, you really don't have much option but to punish them, otherwise you have debts all over the place.  So how much will

it cost to have them done over?

Now actually things haven't worked out too badly, that was what I was trying to tell you.

You didn't let her off said Tony, look we can't afford sympathy in this game.  Stop taking the thief's side Bob, I know you're enjoying having both Tanya and Lauren in your bedroom.  But this

is business.

My, my thought Angie, the Tiger turns.  Seem to be getting a little agitated aren't we Honey as Honey continued.  Feeling a bit randy and horny are we, punishing the clitoris of yours, but still not

getting any satisfaction and still want to take your frustration on other unfortunates.  Don't worry once your properly in harness, and have had pretty well all the obscenities done to you I can think

of.  I promise you I'll get someone to circumcise your cunt, and make you eat it, just like you are proposing for mother Dean

Had the Mother in for a little Tate-a-Tate, I explained the situation quite sympathetically I thought, gave her the option of punishment.

Oh not the cane again, Honey remembered complaining.  No, I told her that she would have to get things moving, my exact words in fact, he grinned.

What she was earning wasn't covering her debts, told her what bluntly that she needed to up her game.  What did she say that said Angie, I would have had them cut, you could easily have got

£2500, slashed tits, circumcision of a student as well as a good old gang bang of a Mother and Daughter

A lot of people would pay that to do both of them.

Know what, I got is better than that said Bob, we've gone into a new line.

From now on, we've got ourselves a ready-made "Adult Baby Mummy", you know for those adult babies for guys who like to run around in nappies, only this time Mummy is going to change

them after they've wet themselves and shit in it.

   To earn the extra money, she got be better than existing "Mummy's" not only has she got to provide a high chair, for feeding, the playpen giant sized of course, but she had got the up-market

pad to do that. 

The Poor little college girl matronly mum, is going to specialise in toilet training.  If the naughty boys shit their nappy's, they pay the price, over their mother's knee, their nappies are undone, and

the turd spanked into their bottoms, if that isn't enough, I told her to take the nappy and rub their noses in it.  However, can't all be punishment, so after they've been spanked, you reached

down and roughly wank their little willies, after cleaning up the mess of  shit course, Didn't tell her that cum squirted downward onto Persian carpets is quite difficult to clean

Honey pulled a face God that's revolting.

Yes but it pays well, a lot of guys will play well to be put over mummy's knee, for a smacked bottom and a real nappy change especially if it was soaking wet and holding a large turd, as for

having a face rubbed in it, that extra,

I threatened Mrs Mummy that if that didn't bring in enough income, the next upping of her repertoire would be emulating a cat with its young, you know making her lick the guys bottom, to

clean it.  Another good line for her to advertise for would be "Tongue & Tossing".  Simply put it consisted of the guy bending over, and with her hand around the front while tossing the guy

off; she would tickle and savour the guys anus with her tongue.  To provide that all important extra stimulus, it was important that the tongue had to go right up the guy's bum.

Well that seemed a bit tame said Honey; I thought we were going to see Mummy eating shit.  No, I thought that would be a bit strong, even for a laugh.  But even as we speak, It's using her

hand to splattering a guys shit, and she thought beings spanked humiliating.

So said Tony getting a little bored.

I told her she couldn't get away and I was going to have to punish her,

No, Angie I didn't cane her, I was a little more subtle than that.  I happened to be looking around any of these new drugs, one that the officials hadn't got round to calling illicit, had several

sent over, and amongst the packages was what was called diarrhoea bugs, originating in south America they used by the witch doctors to get a little movement in a person's bowels.  Seems that

worms which they were had little tiny glands that secreted  slime that was highly toxic.  Or you had to do was swallow them, and they reckon one and a half hours maximum and  your guts

were streaming out down your legs.

Had them unpack and presented to her on the plate explaining exactly what she would do with them and what they would do to her, added a few slugs for culinary delights and gave her the

option.  A party for her and her daughter, with Pakistani on the agenda, or she could eat those, and thank me afterwards in the traditional manner.

She must have been terrified, with a little cajoling from her custodians, she eat the lot.  Had to stop half way and get the custodians to paddle her bottom, but she finish them, God they must are

burnt and slithered all down her throat, funny enough it was a slugs that gave her more problems than that worms, familiarity with the species I suspect

.  Anyhow.  She could either attend a party, in which she would be the submissive in a bondage shindig, or we could settle the whole thing.  All she had to do was to eat 20 of the laxatives, and

open the packet on the table, and asked one of the girls to get her a glass of water.

Honey chortled, you didn't make her take the whole lot did you, you bet!  I stood there feeding them to her one at a time, her face was a picture.  Then I made her kill time so I could hang

around and watch them having their effect,

I put her over my knee of course and spanked her while her stomach churned, then I put those matronly tits of hers, you wanted mutilated, to some use.

I laid-back relaxed and made her Tit wank me off while I watched her guts churn

What the fuck is that said Honey.

Angie obliged with the answer.  It where the girl squashes her tits around your cock, and moves her body up and down masturbating you.  The trick is to get your face out of the way; otherwise,

you're liable to get cum shot all over your chops.

By now of course her guts were really rumbling, it was either oblige or stand there with diarrhoea running around her legs.  The desperation on her face when I made her wait and wait for the

eruption.  Then grinned Bob, I shot cum all over her face, and made her lick it.

  I think the woman hardly made it out the door, how she got home, I don't know.  The end of it is we how have £3, 500, flowing in each week.  It seems Mummy is very popular.  They called

her Mucky Mummy.  Where there's muck there's brass.

***

Come the end of the week, Honey was horrified to find Bob at the door of her flat, not the nice friendly Bob that introduced her to the inner workings of the organisation, but a revengeful Bob

looking for satisfaction.

  Not understanding what all the commotion was about, she panicked and let in a very distraught colleague.  As he burst in the door almost knocking her backwards, in his haste he was

shouting, where the hell is the money you promised me, you've let me down and now my boss is jumping on my throat.  Do you realise you owe nearly £2500, to be exact £1,750.53.  And I'm

under pressure to extract it from you one way or the other.

Honey tried bluffing it out, I'm waiting for the cheque, it will be here on Monday, I told you that last week.  Last week it was next day, I've heard it all before shouted Bob.  I'm really surprised

considering you know the strict rules at this establishment runs at.  Remember Mrs Dean, come on, he cajoled as Honey blanched.  You can't have forgotten that little episode that you were

inadvertently involved in.  However now  you seem to be the addict.

You know, Miss Piggy you called her, surprisingly your intuition seem to be right.  Well unfortunately, things didn't work out too well for her and her daughter, and if you're not careful you'll

be going down the same route.

Please Bob!  Don't be so belligerent, if I remember rightly, you weren't this way with that Dean woman, you seem to be uncompromisingly and harsh. 

That's different, in some ways she was the wronged woman; it was her daughter who was the addict.  In this case you seem to be the thieving addict.

Honey started to whimper don't talk like that Bob, you know I wouldn't get you into trouble if I could help it but I don't have any money.

Pity, I hope you're not thinking of trying to run account on us, not a sensible thing to do.  I brought along a set of photographs to give you some idea what can happen to young ladies who really

upset the boss. 

However, getting back to Dean the mother, I thought you might be a little confused so I added a couple of her, see this one, it's Mrs Dean enjoying the adventure of being circumcised.  It

seems that even after all the leniency I gave her, she still couldn't get off her chubby mature arse, to pay back the money her daughter was still spending on drugs.  So we compromised, we all

reckoned she would soon going to go abroad to look after her daughter who was about to have an unfortunate accident with her face, I just brought it brought forward a little

    Didn't take much to convince her that it was necessary for her to sell her house and donate the proceeds to help paying off her daughters debts faster.  And funny enough when I took her off

her contraceptives, within a couple of weeks the silly moo had got herself up the Duff. 

Knew I was fertile but I didn't expect that, and grinned to himself.

Decided that maybe the woman had some use after all, and one of the bidders  I know from the one of the auctions came up with the idea .  He devised a scheme where they could both be

used as brat incubators, doing that nobody worries what fat Pig face and her piglet look like

Get a human embryo out all one of the other whores, drop spunk over it to fertilise it, and ram it up the woman's cunt.  Simple no artificial insemination, just a womb with maybe three brat

incubating. 

Brew it for six months; give it a Caesarean, implant three more and away we go.  Once the daughter had been done, a week later, she followed along, and now both of them are breeding like

little Miss Piggy sows.  Should get maybe 20 out of the Dean woman, no menopause this way.  The daughter we can stuff them in until she bursts, and in a lot of countries including India and

Rumania  it's even officially authorized, all thousands of miles away with no connection at all with the UK.

But that's really no concern of yours now, but this next bit might interest you.  Once she'd sold the house, I remembered you'd promised to have her circumcised , so not to disappoint her I had

her shipped off to a friend of mines farm for her promised circumcision, had a little fun with her, which is where I remembered you nicknaming her Miss Piggy, seemed appropriate

Stripped her down to her skin, got a carnival pig mask, and pulled on it over her face, so that the video we took wouldn't betray anybody's real identity and trace it back.  Then made her strap

on some false trotters on her hands and onto her knees and made her crawl around on all fours, honking like a true Miss Piggy around the farmyard.  Look great with her tits swinging like some

great sow, really comical enjoyed smacking its arse to make it wallow a little faster.

Great fun we had to smacking her backside, making her give us a ride on her back and all sorts of nice farmyard games, like rolling her in pig manure.  For some reason she got quite distressed,

so I had her backed into a pig crush, that my friend keeps for attending to his porkers.

    Tightened the sides in so she was completely immobile and let the guys fuck the arse off of it.  Four hours she was rutted, her firm porkie arse wiggling and squirming and we taught her Hog

language.  One Oink's for up her bum, two Oink's for us to attempt impregnation. 

Great fun, she seemed to prefer having her bottom filled with spunk rather than have an orgasm.  This is when I took the picture, my friend a farmer was used to castrating and spaying animals,

used to bang two bricks together on the boars bollocks, very efficient.  Well he had a lovely little circumcision knife, and with Mss Piggy oinking away quite contentedly, took his time cutting

out the woman's pleasure bud.  Again one of your suggestions I believe, but it seemed that it was a little unpleasant, as we didn't use any ether, that really sent her squealing.  From then onwards

it looks like just sheer profit.  Unfortunately if you're not really careful Miss Yankee Honeybun, I can see Tony taking great delight in winkling out of your clitoris, though you won't be going

for breeding, just orgasm free whoring.

But I'm broke, you know that.

Plenty of jobs down at the local whore house, Dean did it, just open your legs and let the dirty perverts stick their pricks between your legs and bounce on your belly.  10 a day should clear you

in a year.  Don't worry you'll get free contraceptives, to pay off their debt you're going to be need to be working 12 hours a day seven days a week, 52 weeks of the year

Here, some other shots of the daughter, this one, shows me, mum, and daughter having a little shindig before she had her face attended to.  Again off the contraceptives and bang we had two

of them pregnant.  In a few months, we'll stick some milking machine suckers on her tits, then get her used to being milked and add to the profits we can drain out of her.  Already got Mrs

Dean Machine trained, but the daughter we had to be a little careful she was so shocked after the face job she had.  Not a bad looking bit of crumpet before the boys got hold of her, nice girl

only 16, pleasant face, or it was.  Pity she would have made some pimp a fortune as a whore.  Owed quite a lot of money, then the silly bitch made a mistake of going to the police when given

the options, so the boss had it disciplined.

They had her grabbed in an alley near where she was working and when she went home that evening, she was taken.  They knew there was a deserted school building nearby, and they had a 16

year old schoolgirl.

I believe they detained her for about 12 hours, obviously she lost her knickers within the first 30 seconds as the guys started using her body as re-payment for her debts, then they made her earn

money by doing something practical,  made her do six very explicit videos. 

High-class stuff brought in a fairly well-known soap actress.  Taking her into the main Hall, she was bent over a vaulting horse, with a similar one by the side, to which the actress would be

dragged struggling to but when the cane whipped down, it was their debtor who received the stroke.  I heard that in the last one, they urinated into all of her body orifices.  Must be horrible

that being tied over a horse and having someone peeing up your arse, but not as bad as having your arse caned.  In all about 140 times.  When they reckoned she'd earned enough to pay back off

her debts; then they punished her.

Honey looked trembling at the first couple of photos, and then squealing looked away terrified, refusing to look at anymore.  They punished her after that?

  

Those are only quite mild really, I agree the state of her bottom is quite bad, but it's only superficial, that always happens to new whores was when they're first beaten.  No need to tell you that,

unless this money business is sorted out, you'll be finding out from the experience.

The ones you should really be looking at are this set, and thrust of a couple of horrific photographs under Honey's nose, and grabbing her hair forced her to look at them.  See his first one she is

actually trying to put on a brave face, that's until the razor starts to cut the tendons.  Then she does screech, not a good thing as it tears the muscles irreparably, that's assuming they use a knife

on you to thoroughly spoil your good looks.

The only other punishment left to do was a legs open circumcision.  Personally I think that would have been the best option for her, but she pleaded and got a change of heart.  But to

compensate them for the buzz of turning her into a neuter, allowed to keep her parsons nose, they cut of the end of her nostril to compensate for the agony of having her nose slowly burnt away

with the drugs she was being denied.  Then they finished by tying her in a chair and holding her head.  She wasn't a pretty sight afterwards.  She got six slashes, three across each cheek and a

nice Glasgow smile to match. 

They slit her mouth giving it a permanent grin, by the simple but effective method of her making her give a free blow job to a nice long sharp knife

Quite a simple operation, force her head down on the blade and make her give it a nice long slow passionate blow job, it was obvious, the harder she sucked the quicker it would be over.  Then

by moving, her head harshly up and down, they cut the sides of her mouth till the cut went almost to her ears. 

I think she lost all feeling in her tongue, and I expect she dribbled a lot for days, like the idiot she was.  If you look carefully at that photo you can see she sucked, long and hard I'm told she

was quite obliging.  Then with a blow up dildo up her arse stretching it agonisingly, she was kicked out, picked up and taken to hospital

Left her looking a little lopsided, mainly because her tongue was cut I'm told badly.  All of a sudden, people are queuing to repay money.

  Honey broke off sobbing refusing to look at the photos from more than a second

Bob got cross with the Honey, she owed the damn money, and she was damn well going to work for it.  Look!  This is not my problem, a good-looking girl like you can get 40 quid in the back

of a taxi anytime.  I suggest you start looking.  Angie is always looking for girls, you won't have far to walk home in the morning, and if you work hard enough, you just might keep your face

unmarked

Look Honey, we've had quite a few good sessions together, pity you've messed up.  Maybe I'm being a bit unfair, Look I'll give you the same deal as you suggested to the Dean woman, you

owe a little more than her, so I'll make it 250 quid, an easy way to earn enough to keep the boys off for two or three days.  Give you a chance to phone around the banks, drag in a few favours,

and even try to get a bank loan

But I've only been here three months; I just haven't got any credit from anybody. 

Tough then!  The offers on the table take it or leave it.  If not stick yourself down on the Game quite a few brothels around here.  Not sure what Tony's looking to do with you, being a sort of

special case however you are a little bit over the hill to be walking the streets, maybe you will end up breeding brats after all.  One thing I'm sure, that debt going to be paid either voluntary or

with a little bit of strong arm tactics, now that would be a shame.  As I said, come up with the money in three hours and nobody will be any wiser.  We can carry on as before, as long as you

don't get in debt again, Angie will quite happily sell you whatever you need

I'll be back in three hours ,just get me that £250 on account if I have to get tough you're going to find some visitors at your door, unfortunately after their visit you won't look quite so good 

Look Honey, don't take it personally.  We've had some good times together as a group, but this is business.  If a customer gets behind with their payments for drugs, one of the penalties they

have to pay I'm afraid, is I get to smack her arse being such a naughty girl.  It's just unfortunate that you now fall into this category, as I say no hard feelings, but you get the same treatment as

any other cheat, Unfortunately I can see you think it is something very personal having someone put their drinking mate over there knee and spanking them, then having sex with them.  But

that's the name of the game and the way of the world.  In some ways I hope you don't pay.  I'm looking forward to taking you to bed after I cane your arse.  Now that is personal

Honey was still whining that she didn't have any money,

By now, he had thoroughly unnerved Honey, and satisfied himself by letting her anticipate what she was going to do.  But he couldn't resist one free sample before he left, so Bob decided to

be a little lenient.

Look I know things are a bit rough for you now, you wouldn't have called if you weren't desperate.  Look here's three of your favourite spliff, you know they keep you going for about 12

hours, turn round, stick out your bottom and you can have them now.

Bob enjoyed the horrified look on Honey's face as realisation crept in, she was desperate for a smoke especially after hearing Bob's little speal, but she hated the thought of even letting him

touch her.  Indecision flicked backwards and forwards, then she slowly turned around, and lent against the wall, knowing what to expect next.  Bob took his time running his hands around

Honey's backside, pinching a little and then pushing his hand between her legs.

Finally he raised his hand and deliberately smacked her as hard as he could across the backside.  Predictably Honey bucked deliciously, like a whore she was about to become, in passing over

the three spliffs, Bob was fully satisfied that that bottom was virgin, but not for long

.I'll tell the boys you react very positively when you're spanked, going over their knee and having a belt used on your arse just might be incentive you need pay up, they say it helps with the guilt

Remember young lady you going to do a lot more bucking than that if you don't knuckle down and find ready cash.  If you don't have the money for me when I come back; the show starts

somewhere around about 9.30 in the evening and with the money, you owe, it can carry on for at least 12 to 18 hours.  Get the money for me by the time I come back and hopefully you won't

be needed on the rostrum.  But if you are; prepare yourself for a good show.

A terrified Honey was left terrified and in shock, and the last thing that Bob said was, I did warn you.  Remember pay up or you are in serious trouble

***

When Bob had gone the "Caught out Bitch" stood trembling in the kitchen.  Where was she going to get £1,700 by night?  She couldn't even find the £250 pound he was demanding.  OK Bob

said she could proceed to option B and get more time, but at what price? 

She remembered that Dean woman quite well, how do you forget watching someone being paddled and sent off to be a whore.  At the time, it had seemed a good laugh as the woman got a

very humiliating lesson.  Honey remembered making the remark that a Brown nose, would serve the woman right.  What did she expect standing in for her daughter; a nice little genteel bunk up

on the bed?  Maybe when she'd genteelly savoured a few of her client's bottoms, she'd keep a tighter rein on her daughter tastes.

Now with the prospect of having to pay for her drugs in a similar way, the thought of having a stranger taking her to bed made her almost panic.  She still wouldn't be able to pay as well as get

a supply of the drug, she needed, and that would only delay the pay back, not pay any of the debt.

Where was she going to get £250 in the three hours before Bob came back and this got out well of her control

She certainly didn't fancy working in any capacity in Angie's brothel, she just wasn't that sort of girl, though now she'd have to think about it.  She certainly had no intention of letting herself

being taken abroad, pretty sure that that would be more horrendous.

   Luckily, with her and Angie being friends maybe she helps her out and possibly let her work the phones she could suggest setting up a dirty phone line.  She could talk dirty if it was

impersonal, but physical contact, no way,

However, her only other hope was that she could wheedle Bob around, doesn't she remember something about an easy payment plan.  However, the thought of sucking Bobs enormous cock

made her go cold and shivery, as for going to bed with him she shuddered.  But holding her emotions in check she realised it was that or have someone cut her.  She couldn't believe the

circumcision threat, but her face was sacrosanct.  Bob had left her in no doubt that it was co-operate or be punished.  If his Boss thought she could earn enough money by opening her legs as a

whore, then the even if she protested, they would make her do it.

She had been given a stark choice, either be forced to have sex as a hooker, or face the knife, being denied the pleasure of sex by being made so unattractive nobody would want  take her to

bed or the unthinkable

Her imagination started to do crude things to her head, imagining several scenarios.

One, where she was stripped naked and tied thrashing and screaming to some crude iron bedstead, then when she was safely secured, feeling someone pulling on her ankles determined to get

her legs apart so they could be permanently tied wide open.  Leaving her wide open to anybody with a hot screaming penis to ram it into her maybe 20 or 30 times a day.  Her mind shrieked at

the thought; and then turned to an even worse thought.

   Being bent over, so someone could cane her arse until she screamed; then being tied in a chair, her legs wide open and someone approaching with a knife intent on carving their name on her

clitoris, removing the urge for sex permanently.  If that photo was to believe and there was no doubt it was genuine, Tanya Dean suffered horrendously having it done.

.Panicking and unable to work out what she wanted to do, she desperately needed someone to talk to, and a big fat reefer to smoke.  She hadn't been aware how addicted to the drug Bob had

supplied her she was.  If she cut and ran, her usual course of action, she could be looking literally to having her nose cut off to spite her face.  She needed time to withdraw gently from the

addiction; there was no way she could stop overnight.  But she was also aware that to stay she would have to pay for the drugs she had already had, and was very aware that every hour went

past the interest rate would climb.

She had often sat and discussed with Angie and the boys, which way was the best to deal with a particular addict.  Okay she didn't know the finer ins and outs of the trade, but using a built in

Business sense and a strict sense of morality towards people who wouldn't pay what they owed, she appreciated that there had to be quite severe penalties for addicts who wouldn't, or couldn't

pay for their habit.

However, talking about it had been completely abstract, others would actually carry out the punishment, and she didn't need to get her hands dirty.  All she had to do was apply logic strictly but

with ruthlessness.

Quite aware that many male punters were homosexual so let that apply to them all.  If they had to bend over, while someone paid cash to spit cum up their arse, Tough!  Get a job.  And if they

were really behind with their payments, she had no real opinion as to whether a little operation on their decadent penis this might teach them a lesson.  Even mentioning during one passionate

outburst, if you can't sterilise the bastards, castrate them.

The girls she was even more ignorant about the way they were punished.  She knew Bob took advantage and amusingly smacked their bottoms but that was just a amusing warning, not a

stringent punishment.  She knew that once they got badly into debt, the only way they would be able to pay back the amount they owed in a reasonable time was to suggest they went on the

Game, and again that gave her no problem.

Stuff drugs up your nose or into your veins, and it shouldn't be any problem opening your legs and letting someone spend a little time poking his Dick between your legs and having a bit of fun;

you're most probably out of your skull most of the time anyhow.  Do something with your time!

   She hadn't really understood then that being "Cut" was sort of permanent.  And knew that Bob and Tony would have absolutely no sympathy or qualms about making her use her body to earn

the money she owed.  In fact thinking about it, after she'd insulted his manhood it would be quite possible that Bob forego his profit and have her cut badly enjoying the thought that she would

never want sex again.

She had several arguments with Angie whether or not a girl would be a good investment waiting for her to whore the money back, or it may be more convenient to have her waylaid and cut. 

Seeing the loss of the debt as simple advertising costs.

Money was her criteria.  If the girl got into debt, after the usual one weeks grace give her a warning.  Have fun smacking her bum if you must, then punish her if necessary, quite severely.  Then

if there was no option of getting a reasonable pay back within six weeks, reel in their debt, by auctioning her off to the highest bidder.  If that wasn't a viable option cut your losses, and use the

resulting retribution, as publicity to scare the hell out of other reluctant payers.  Simple as that; use whatever option you had available to make a profit.  However now the Pigeons had come

home to roost, she was realising what an un-feeling Autocrat she had been

***

Dropping everything, she knocked frantically on the office door of an old friend she knew from her time in the USA; a English Solicitor named Moira who enjoyed part time relaxation, as a

Dominant Mistress.

Moira crying as her old friend opened the door, sobbed out her plight, explaining that like a stupid fool, she had got herself addicted to certain drugs and now found she couldn't pay for them, 

she was in between a "Rock and a hard place", and went on to explain about Bob, Angie and Tony's Brothel dealing

    Bob came round this morning to say I owed £2500, and threatened that I've got only 6 hours to pay up  in full, or later tonight, I'm going to really live it up.

He's arranging a sex orgy in my flat, with six guys, with me being a "bunk up"; for twelve!  Fucking hours and that only as a warning.  He calls it a inducement to find a Cat-house that will take

me as a working girl.  If I'm not earning voluntary within three days after the warning, they'll make me; or if not, take a razor to me.  Either I'm in hospital or I'll find I'm pole dancing at a

Auction, with punters bidding money and making immoral proposition for me to do.  The winner gets me, for slave work, sex, brothels or whatever they force me to do. 

Slowing down a bit, she sobbed.  Sorry I've got a bit excited, I'm scared.  I still desperately need those drugs, and the only way I can get them is meet the guys in two hours, or else

Sound familiar I seem to remember, you made a lot of your money the same way.  Bit ironic isn't it, the Pimp being made to lie on her own bed

Honey protested.  That's not fair I didn't force the girls to do it, I just got them an introduction, nothing more.

But only after you had played on their obsession to Celebrities.  You knew they would do anything to meet the guy, insuring you got your profit, and when things got a bit stressful, you left

them and ran. 

  Well Bob's boss Tony; is only doing the same.  You've picked up a unhealthy obsession with drugs; all they're doing is providing you with a means to pay for them.  However, their profit is the

buzz it gives them making you pay for them their way.  Making you bend over so they can cane and whip your bottom, and then indulge in straight sex, along with, the degradation that goes

with it, it's just making you whore is a second consideration.  And the less you like it, the more they will relish the deed.

The guy has got a great big barrel and unless you're very careful, you are designed to go over it.  With Bob, Tony or possibly even your close friend Angie standing behind you holding a cane

with a big grin on her face.  Make no mistake this friend of yours, Angie may be your mate, but she'll relish putting her cane across your bottom and watching the painful welts line up in neat

parallel lines

Don't think I know this Bob, or the woman Angie, but I think I know Tony, runs some wicked party bondage and discipline parties,  however being a strictly pure S&M Dominique, I don't

associate with the commercial side, as far as I'm concerned their ruining the scene.  These people often don't have a real interest and just in it for the thrills and the money.

However Moyer disagreed with her being threatened.  Your just being asked nicely to find the cash, or else.  And had absolutely no compassion, though sympathetic to her plight?

Look, you went into this with your eyes open Honey, you sat there, so you tell me; deciding the penalties of the people who didn't pay for their drugs.

I didn't said Honey, I was just joining in the in the general conversation.

Rubbish!  You were quite aware that Bob, Angie and Tony had no qualms about how they got their thrills, they could be quite evil.  Owe him money, and you should have been quite aware

that Bob will sort you out. 

However don't take the threat of being cut too seriously, unless you do something really silly like going to the police, basically, it's the money they want, rather than you, but they take both if

they can.

First and foremost they want you to work so that the debt is repaid, then leave you just enough to buy more merchandise.  However, the main object is what you're doing this, is to get as much

amusement and thrills out of you as possible.  .  Part of that fun is you knowing that if you don't volunteer, it's the auction block, so someone else can amuse himself tormenting you.  The act of

being slashed means that their fun is over, and they have cut their losses and run.  Taking parts of your body with them

Bob will need you to work, and will really relish getting you to very unwillingly and unenthusiastically to become a whore.  If for no other reason,  only a couple of weeks ago you wouldn't lay

on your back when he made a pass.  Knowing, now as you've already a whore under a warning, you'll fuck, whoever your told to fuck.

  But also don't forget he has a need to find volunteers for his bosses party.  That's the main reason for the warning, to convince you that a more disciplined party is better than a free for all orgy. 

Not that Bob easy payment scheme, as an alternative, seems a great bundle of fun. 

You say he is into using the cane, well in that case, he's also into slapping your bottom as well, and you'll get that as a starter.  Not that it will do you any harm, you've got a nice arse, and you

might even like it .

No way sobbed Honey, watched a female call Tanya take the paddle across her Butt for her daughter, and it turned me right off me.  It didn't seem to turn her on either, just made her screech

  Yes said Mora I believe it does. 

Never tried it myself, but my submissives seem would rather do so many stomach-turning things rather than take the a good whacking.  Can't think why?

Seems you're in the same position, or will be in what about 2 hours?  Being bent over in your living room waiting for Bob to crack the cane across your backside, should be a thrill.

Oh God!  Don't.  Said Honey.

Sorry.  But one way or the other you're going to start paying the price of owing money to pay back for those little relaxing head buzzes you stole, by letting someone else get his buzz by

slapping you around.

Nice of him to give you the a 2 hour period of grace.  I'd have had your backside sporting 6 red cane tattoo marks before I left.  Then if you didn't come through, if they put the cane across your

bottom at your warning caution.  It won't be your first, but I suspect that would make you even less liable to Welsh on your debts a second time

The quicker you get your head round the fact;  that you're going to get marks across your backside and get ready to bend over and let him beat you; the easier it will be for you to put it down as

a bad episode,, and get on with earning the money to repay the drugs.

About having your face cut I wouldn't worry too much, knowing this type of group, that's will be just the final punishment if they can't find any other way of getting added value out of you. 

But it's being used to control you, to make you do the other things completely gratuitously.  Give if you give them trouble, then you get what's called a Chelsea grin, that's above and below the

belt by the way.  So leaving that out, I see you really only a couple of options, if your not to find yourself nude pole dancing in a auction house. 

.Look, let's get a couple of bottles of wine let's go back to my place I think I need to teach you a few facts of life.

You can either pay the guys back what little money you have and put off the instalment for later.  What was it; six guys till the next instalments due?  Should be fun, but you still got to find the

next instalment.  Or hawk your pussy round to Angie's and take what she offers, and hope Bob will take a little on account.

Oh God I can't stand the guy he's such creep.  He says he's hoping I can't pay so he can cane and fuck me. 

Fair enough, least you know where you stand.  Close your eyes then.  One creep crawling all over you is better than six are.

This is serious Honey one-way or the other you will pay for those drugs.  Go and see Angie and see if she'll let you bonk a few fellows to pay the bill.  Don't turn anything down.  You always

were a little naive.  Okay you've run a few girls, but this is a different ball game.

Back at the this is Moira house, she was quite blunt.  ?  The only options you've got are Bed, Bed or more Bed.  A whores bed, a Brothel bed, or Hospital bed, the choice is yours.  You owe

Tony quite a substantial amount of cash which you don't have.  What would you do in his position?

I don't know, maybe intimidate me?

Possibly, but with three options. 

Force you to pay up;

Make you pay up;

Use you as an example.

To Force You To Pay Up.  Means to make you to go out and earn it and with that sort of money it's got to be "On the Game".  Though you could rob a bank, run drugs through customs, or even

get a bank loan to pay off the debt.  But you'll find it easier, in the short time to just open your legs and sell the use of your body.  It seems to me you've made your bed; the only decision left is

who exactly with, and precisely which bed, you want to be bonked on

  Jump into bed with Bob, in the hope you're a good enough lay to take his mind off smacking your bum, though I doubt it.  If you ask me, he's going to be put through your paces including

giving you a pink bum, no matter what you do.  Then use the three days grace to hawk your cunt around and hope you get shagged enough and earn money to pay this week's instalment, to

keep you out of the auction room. 

   Or invite his hired thugs around for a wild party in your bedroom, and hope you perform well enough to get a couple of days grace to get your finances together.  It's not as if the so called

orgy will be anyway extreme.  Six guys, 12 hours not excessive to me.  With the average guy having trouble shooting his lot, more than three times without wanting to sleep looks to me as if you

might be on a winner.  So what are we looking at?  18 bunk ups in 12 hours?  All you have to do is take two guys to bed every hour.  Nothing!  A lot of working girls do double that in eight

hours, you obviously haven't done much whoring Honey.

However, you're not going to be idle once you've got their rocks off once.  How does a little arse licking grab you, and of course as their Bobs employees they're going to enjoy spanking you

and if they feel you've really been a very naughty girl, are going to bring a big heavy cane and a few straps.  I suspect the last few bonkings, you get you'll much prefer to do lying on your

tummy; having even someone lying on your sore bum while they poke your fire is going to be very uncomfortable.  And as there had plenty of time, they may augment it with the whip.  If they

do, then you will earn your breathing space from paying.

Your next dilemma will be whom pledge your allegiance to.  Bob, Angie or Tony?  Comes down to sex, spanking and the cane with Bob.  Hard working whoring and a big cane with Angie.  Or

partying with Tony If you do decide to do a Party, give me a call.  This

Make You Pay Up; is self explanatory, but that doesn't just mean being made to work on the streets with a big mean pimp watching over you.  Or a Pole dancing job taking guys back into the

back room and let them dance on your belly,  or even a locked room, spread legs and the punters being fed in one after another.  It just means that they use all their options to get the maximum

profit from your carcass over the longest possible time.  He simply sells you to a dealer, at an even bigger profit for his trouble.  And then you work for them, and you will work.

What do you owe £1500-£2500; you can expect to be on your back for at least a year for every £250 you owe.  Interest added to that, means you would be banging away 12 hours a day, at least

20 guys a day.  Total about 7500 guys a year.

That works out about £0.30 a shag said a horrified Honey quickly doing the maths. 

Yes said her friend, that assuming you only get done once, a lot of the guys enjoy doing a girl two or three times in one visit.  You're usually kidnapped and taken to a nice quiet secluded place,

and there in front of cameras your made to strip and perform some very interesting movements so the customers can judge your profitability.

If things get that far, you've really got to be sure you don't get roped into porno movies those things never go away, your neighbour getting to watch you for the next 20 years banging lewdly

on their video player.

But that's not the bit that dreadful.  When you enter that sort of money league, things get quite perverted auction houses are funny places.  A lot of Nutters get there looking for something

different.  And you would be it.

What screeched Honey?

Don't believe me, branding a girl on the arse, and outlining her pussy, are as a favourite pastime, as using them for bunk ups.

You remember that bit in Belgium where the guy had the girl for 17 years.  She had seven children by him, all of them sold on the Internet.  And there are a lot worse things than being a sex

slave, but I'll not frighten you with that.  But against her better nature Honey insisted,

Well you asked.  Fancy group sex, filming being gangbanged, a lot of SM rape movies out there, tie a girl up and then get her to beg.  Fancy that, do you?  All alone in a cellar with just a video

camera a whip, a branding iron and maybe the odd dog or two.  And doing two videos of that type a week.  Then they like to discipline the girl, some use a cane, some the whip, others brand

you like a steer.

Ever fancy having "Whore" burnt just above your pussy; it ruins your marriage prospects.  It's even worse if they turn you over and brand your arse with arrows pointing to your bum saying. 

"Enter here"

Honey let out a shriek.  Don't!  Your frightening me.

I meant to,

The irony is more sexy you make yourself, the higher price you will achieve, and the higher price you obtain the more revolting and humiliating will be your future pornography; as the new

buyers will have to find even higher volume, profitable work to get their money back.

Not the back streets, hooking in punters.  More Indian brothels with a high turnover, Arab chic harems, with the lash, and circumcision waiting you.

How does bestial movies grab you, having sex with animals off the farm, and these young lady often end up with you being snuffed.  So you take your chance, act dull and non-sexy and find

yourself being whipped in front of the cameras to try to force up your price. 

Act out being tempting, sexy, wilful and glamorous, and you could find yourself having your bottom whipped, while a dog rubs his Dick up and down your pussy in a attempt, futile of course

to impregnate you and make you have his litter of puppies

.

Then of course, there's using you as an example.

This will only be used as the last resort, but will be more distressing because of that.  Can't get you to earn money, nobody wants your hide for sex or pornography.  Okay they put you up as an

example of what happens to young ladies who disappoint their dealers.  You've already seen a few pictures, or so you tell me, however I suspect that you can add circumcision to that.  The idea

will be to scare everybody into paying, so not only will you be made unattractive for sex, they will make sure you are unavailable for sex.  No nipples, no clitoris, and a welded shut pussy.  A

fully neutered thing.

By now Honey seem to get her act together, thanking Moira for her help, she down the last half bottle of wine, resolving get on with the urgent task she had ahead and trying to map out her

future.

Mora ignored Honeys thanks saying she was just trying to help out a friend.

However if things didn't go right for her and she couldn't find the money to pay off her drugs before the repercussions started she expect there'd next meet at Tony's next party.

To which Honey looked dumbfounded.  Meet me at next Tony's party?  But if I am, I'll be there under protest.  I thought you said you didn't frequent commercial parties.

Grinning Moyer explained.  I don't work in or attend parties where money passes hand to reward the submissive girls; however, you also admit you don't get any buss out of the dominant C/P

game.  Similar my girls hate being beaten, but just can't give up the self-generated morphine rush that I and my whip give them.  If this unfortunately makes them, more inclined to performing

degrading and humiliating acts, then that's their problem. 

You're in the same category.  You can't give up the buzz that you get from Angie's drugs, and at the moment, Angie is the only supply.  Assuming you find the parties distressing, the only

reward you'll get is when you are allowed to smoke your complimentary reefers.  This seems acceptable to me.  The fact that you're only going there, as the attentive would be a shindig in your

own flat and then the auction block really has nothing to do with it 

   So to me, that makes you a willing submissive, a foolish one maybe but not opportunity to be missed.  You're going to be put through the mill in front of about 20 people anyway, one make it

21

I suspect your squealing, writhing along with your strident vocals would be very provocative if I lay on the lash quite vigorously

Honey blinked at that.  What do you mean you?

Moyer grinned.  I always thought for your age you've got an excellent body, look tremendous with weal's over all of it.  I amusingly suspect your squirming, writhing and vocals will be quite

exciting especially if we lay on a little speciality.

Have you feel about being suspended by the wrists, while someone takes advantage of the fact that you're a whore.  We can all watch you being banged.  But to make it a little more exciting

what if I stood behind you and made you energetically ram your pussy on his cock.  A good whack across the arse with the lash would cause just that bucking reaction.  Then you're not only a

whore, you're a very active horny whore getting the banging you deserve

Oh God!  You wouldn't whimper Honey.

Oh, yes!  And no need to keep  the whip just across your arse, those tits would look nice with a few welts across them.  Serves you right.

Never thieve in a Cop-shop, Honey; it can get your bottom smacked.  Didn't expect anything else did you?  You set up enough addicts indirectly knowing Bob was looking give them one. 

Now you owe money, it's your time, to be get one.

   I know supplying sexual services the paying punters will be slightly different, as you won't be getting your Buzz from directly having your bottom attended to.  But I'm sure we can find a lot

of other nice sexual games for you to indulging. 

Heard about the mother and daughter who were made to spank each other before making lesbian love.  Quite a sensation I thought.  How do you fancy being Bi?  You're a bit old to be a

schoolgirl, but you'd make a lovely lesbians bitch.

Just think if you were pregnant when you went on the block, the bidders would be bidding for two.  One to abuse, one to sell for adoption on the Internet.  You could even be made held back

from you overseas trip, long enough for you to give birth at a Party.  Fancy eating your own placenta, and having your now bulging tits milked of their body fluids for the first time, which could

be put into glasses and passed around the guests.  Then up ended you could be inseminated again

With that, Mora left a distraught Honey to make her way back to the flat. 

***

At 6 o'clock, precisely the doorbell rang to Honeys flat, and Honey let in a calm but aggressive Bob.

Pushing past Honey, he turned and placed a long thin parcel deliberately on the worktop and demanded £2,000 in cash now or things could get nasty.  Terrified Honey rummage in her purse

and found two £20 notes and a tenner, it's all I got

Oh Dear!  Sorry love no deal, time's up, time to pay your debts, one-way or the other.  Why the price had gone up?  Bob laughed a funny laugh, and said.  Someone has to pay for two bailiff's

visits and I charge £250 a time  

Making the terrified Honey sit, he explained.  It's about time you thought about the predicament you have put yourself in.  Nasty things can happen to drug addict who welsh on their supplier. 

He liked her as a person, but she had turned into that worse person of all.  A drug addict and he had a job to do and like any good surgeon about to organize painful surgery on a patient;

explained patiently what the next few hours could hold for her if she didn't come up with the money .You going to have to pay this debt one-way or the other.

Honey had started whining and moaning.

Unfortunately, for Honey Bob wasn't feeling very sympathetic, in fact, he was in a foul mood, he hadn't shot his lot in a couple of hours and his testicles were engorged and nagging at him.  If

he didn't get up the Bitch soon he was going to be very frustrated, and she would pay for his frustrations.

   To him it was quite simple Honey owed money, she would earn that money by taking off her knickers.  Yes Bitch, being told to take your knickers down really concentrates the mind on the

fact; you're about to go to stud.

   If she wouldn't accept his repayment plan, then she would not only find herself stark naked being done quite viciously, suffering degrading and painful consequences.  And in the mood he

was in he was going to make sure they were as prolonged and as unpleasant as he could make it.

  Maybe if she obliged him a couple of months ago, none of this would have happened.

Now because she didn't oblige him the price had gone up, now he wanted to see her bum red and swollen.  If she still refused, she would find out he has no objection to sharing her as long as he

could watch her suffering, then once she had suffered their abuse he would finish her off, his way.

   Look, accept the fact that you become addicted to the drug Angie provided, you need it but you still owe a lot of money for the stuff you've smoked if you let me I might be able to help, but

you've got to trust me.

If you don't, the only advice I can give you at this point is relax and accept what's coming to you as gracefully as possible and let them get on with the job of carving the signature on your face. 

And they'll only get round to that once they've trifled with your affections as much as they can.  Drink lots of water, it will help with the blood loss

What will they do to me?  Whimpered Honey terrified.

This was the situation Bob revelled in, a frightened bitch scared of punishment begging for some other way out.  Well he wouldn't mince his words, and the irony was that in telling her she was

really making a contract.  If he told her, she was going to be gang banged, turned over and then more slowly and individually banged up the arse.  Then that's the way she would go.  A bit like a

self revealing Prophecy.  Telling the client one thing and then changing your mind was bad business practice and he certainly couldn't afford to be sentimental.

Same with the caning scare her with 40 or 50 cane strokes, and that's what you get, almost like a Judge pronouncing sentence.  He thought about what she deserved,, and what he would like to

do to her.  Looking her up and down he knew how he would like to be punished, then he pronounced sentence by telling her.

However worried that Honey you might panicked and run, he went in a little gently, but not too sympathetic.  That really depends on who puts in the best bid for the fun of "doing" you over. 

You see they pay us, for the pleasure of making you writhe, covers our costs nicely.

And how you were treated really depends on which group gets the Contract.  Some groups like to use bondage straight away.  That way you're less liable to cause trouble, just means that they'll

tie your legs open right from the start, so you'll be available for sex anytime, and most probably string you up by your arms, so that if they want to use a whip on your tits as well as your

backside, your hands won't get in the way.

For others, self-motivated bondage is the thing, they like you to co-operate in your abuse, increases the fear factor nicely.  That way they know if they tell you to bend over for a caning there's a

fair chance you will obey, and ramming their cock down your throat, means you won't struggle if you start to vomit.  You see setting someone up for none-paying can be quite complicated and

time-consuming.

However, you're forgetting one thing.  At the moment you're on Probation, nobody is sure what sort of Whore you will make.  The bet is, you won't have the enthusiasm to stand on the street

corner; you're too proud and independent, which will really swing it against you.

  Your best bet is to co-operate.  It's your only chance to increase your odds if you have to go to the auction.  With you being a nice Southern girl, the recommendation for the best price would

be to sell you to some American Negro as a White slave.  Whether or not the best price would be got for you as a Pleasure or Working slave, is up to the market.

   Honey listen to this with her face getting more and more tense as she tried not to show belief in the story.  Trying to put a brave face on it, she nonchalantly asked.  What's the difference, I

can't see me liking any of it?  Bob grinned at her blatant ignoring of her predicament.

You're not meant to!  It's just a method to sell your carcase.  As dead meat if necessary to the highest bidder.  Otherwise, it's obvious; Pleasure slaves are used simply for that, and for breeding. 

Work slaves usually get attached to a plough and with a little encouragement from a whip; you plough as much as you can in a day.  Not that you won't be entertaining gentlemen in the evening

but that's the main difference.

But to answer your question, don't expect much sympathy with your plight, once they are ready for you, you will be simply an object for their pleasure.  However, it will help if you co-operate,

by letting them in the door ready stripped for action, act seductive and flirtatious, and you might be able to convince them that simply wasting your talents by having you cut, spayed and

neutered like a pet Tom cat.  Might be throwing away a chance of a good profit on the auction block

  You saw those photographs, however I don't think you'll escape with just a Chelsea grin, scars and your nose cut off, your Parsons nose will go well.  Thinking as he said it, if it gets that far

would mind cutting it off myself

Honey squealed with horror, I thought you were bluffing.  You'd have me done like that for real? 

Bob smiled but didn't answer.

Then they'll start the fun by softening you up by giving your backside a damn good hiding.  If you're a good girl, you'll just get hand slaps, but try resisting and they'll delight in using a hair

brush on you.  The trick at this early stage is to get you squealing, rather than screaming, that comes later.  The way they often use is to grab you naked, arm around the waist, force you to bend

forward, then they'll give your backside just one hard slap, however cause commotion and they'll delight in using a nice shiny hairbrush, one that stings like hell and is specially designed for

naughty young ladies like you.

Give you a solid whack across the arse, and then pass you on to the next guy.  Expect a good 50 or 60 good hard whacks before they've finish with you.  Expect a few amorous cuddles as well,

lots of kisses and someone giving your tits a good milking, while they feel you cringing as you wait for the next painful slap.  The only advice I can give you is try to get yourself in a romantic

mood, you won't be so dry when they start the rape session.  Though some groups like to bugger you first time round making you wait for the more upsetting rape

The unknown factor in all this is what you will fetch at an auction.  With you being so close to your "sell by date" the Tony might not think it isn't worth his while taking the risk and paying for

the transport and other auxiliary costs of getting you to the block .

If you were a teenage blonde, rather than a thirty something brunette you would be snapped up in a flash.  I expect he's going to wait for an appraisal on your attraction.  Normally in the

situation like this the, guys give you a good audition, take you through your paces, and see how much of a filly you really are; rather than a worn out piece of arse.  In which case you get the

knife, and don't expect it to be quick.  Your fate at the moment is in the balance

Their experience with you will influence the Boss as to what he makes you pay for annoying him.  The more fun they have and the more effort you put in appeasing them the better you chances

of going into a brothel abroad rather than being used as a grotesque frightener, however at this moment, either are on the cards

You owe an exceptional amount of money, and the audition will reflect that, you've got to be looking at the least 15 hours entertaining the guys in the bedroom.  And they will want variety; you

haven't even started to understand what they can get up to if they're bored.

My advice is to be sensible and expect the worst, look to being in hospital for at least a month while the surgeons try and tidy you up, as for the cutting, expect to lose your nose, a sort of 16th

century whore's punishment.  And their sure to give you the Chelsea grin that I showed you in the photo, it's so fashionable now.  Then looking pointedly down at her crutch.  Remember what

you said about "Go fuck yourself" well for that remark!  I definitely think you need to be fully circumcised, be a nice turn round, that

However, he said bringing his mind back to his lecture.

He may just decide he there is a good chance in getting his money back by selling your hide to someone to hawk on the streets or in a Brothel.  In which case they will want to keep their

options open, you'll just pay the interest on the loan, in return they will give you a little free sex education, and while you're enjoying free bonking, the boss can broadcast a video of it to the

international buyers.  No takers, then the butcher is called.

Oh, God said Honey.  Her hand caressing her face in terror

Oh, it's no problem to me.  If you can't come with their money and are eventually traded, you'll just have to work longer and more vigorously doing things that are more repulsive.  Usually the

girls do 3 or four years on the Game, your age factor and the amount owe will mean several more years on that.  However, don't bank on going to auction.  Don't worry, don't take this

personally, but it would be amusing to see you losing a little flesh in a grotesque slimming session,

Honey looked as if she would be sick.

What can I do?

Not much, pay up all you owe or at least give them some on account

On account!  How do I do that?  Asked a terrified Honey hope burgeoning, I'll pay as soon as I can.  Not good enough, I clearly said, end of week, and you have the audacity to phone me for

more Smack, so I'm organising it for you, and laughed at his joke.  The crunch factor will come round I expect if the boys arrive after I've gone because you can't or won't pay.

Ever see that film "The Clockwork Orange" where those three guys break into this woman's house, Tie her up, take her knickers down and have a ball with her.  Expect something like that only

there'll be six or seven of them.  The boss employs these guys from Rumania, where they have a history of keeping the bitches in line.

To them you'll just a cheap broad they've been told to put through a whoring audition.  Go with the flow and let them do what they want with you.  What they want will depend on the type of

guy Tony sends around.  You get all sorts in this business, but they enjoy what they do unlike the type who just grab girls who owe just a couple of hundred on the street.  They just grab slash

and run.  These guys take their time.

You'll definitely invited to entertain them in the bedroom, whether it individually or they'll gangbang you, is up to them.  And I'll put you down for a good caning shall I.  Not too hard so that

the marks don't show after a year or so.  That's all part of their fun and you'll be with them for several hours.  Tony will want to make sure whether you will make a good whore that he can sell

at a profit.  Cooperate with them and pass that and Tony might feel it's worthwhile waiting to get his money back rather than to punish you

If the guys get what they want and they feel you co-operated, having had several hours of good sexual fun, then they phone Tony and tell him it's worthwhile to put you out to stud.

However, don't forget this is only a preview; you'll still owe the full amount.  But it will buy you time to get the cash together for the full payment.  Look at it as a sort of part payment of

interest owed.

They'll be back for you within a day or two, then you will have no option but to pay the full amount or you go walkabout , Don't come up to scratch, and Tony will cut his losses, by having you

sliced up, and because you've messed him about, they'll take their time, and do him a good job

Honey just looked at him in disbelief and swallowed.  Bob smiled to himself and continued.

And that could be nasty; you've seen the results of a blowjob with Shivy?  They call it the Chelsea smile.  Quite simple really, they put the knife upright on the bed and you kneel down and give

it a blowjob.  However, that's just for broads who owe about roundabout £500, I think you're amount is about three times that amount so you can expect a little more attention, and a little more

suffering.

Honey had gone white in panic,

Bob now paused, that was the end of the frighteners, now to get a little more personal.  Taking a sympathetic line, he said

Look Honey I came here determined that you weren't going to get any special treatment just because you happen to know the rest of the organisation.  However, I am prepared to put you in the

same class as the other thieving tarts I deal with.  If it looks like things are getting out of hand, I can use my discretion for what I call my easy payment scheme.  I expect you've heard me talk

about it with the others; they seem to think it's a laugh, but believe me you'll find it better than the alternative.  Come to think of it didn't you recommend it to one of our older whores?  The

woman with the addicted daughter.  You found it funny then, however this time I suspect you'll find it slightly less than amusing

Honey stuttered I don't know what you're talking about Bob, I can't really remember

I'm sure you can't grinned Bob.  Let me refresh your memory.

I can provide you with a little work which will allow you to pay off the initial deposit that due , the work is similar to you will be required to do with the boys, but I like to think it's a little more

individual tailored and sophisticated.  And it should give you a breathing space to get some proper money or find a possible source of income.  And at the moment that is urgent you don't have

much time before your made to pay up.

I can insure that you, get paid in cash direct from my own pocket and it's quite legitimate, I can even give you a official receipt for "services rendered" if it will help.  I think you understand that

if I leave without any payment the consequences could be quite horrific if they get out of my control.  Once I've reported back to my Boss, it will run away to its logical conclusion and you

could find yourself regretting it bitterly.

Unfortunately due to you the circumstances you find yourself in I don't pay out a great deal, especially in your case as I feel the responsibility for your liability must pay with your own foolish

addiction, and if you pull in the right frame of mind you could have fun as well.

However due to air past association I'm even prepared to offer you a better deal than I normally give how addicted thieving slags.  Normally they get 20 quid to drop their knickers, and join me

on the bed for a quick fumble and bunk up.  No strip off, no foreplay, no contraception are simple no nonsense grind and ejaculation.  I'm prepared in your case to up that to 50 quid.  That'll

reduce the amount you have to find to £250 dead, not a unsubstantial amount to earn for 20 minutes work.

I'll even up the price of what's I usually give for a little more passionate coupling.  From £50 to a Pony.  There, that giving you a substantial discount all you have to do is stripped naked, and

help me take my trousers off then after we've had a little nuzzle and I'd milked your tits, then you can kneel down and milked me, a simple blow job, though I warn you now I discharge quite a

lot.

Like to spice things up while I'm waiting for my balls to recharge so you'll have to oblige me by going over my knee and letting me give your bottom that spanking it so desperately deserves. 

That way if you hadn't come up to scratch, sucking my cock I can get my extra satisfaction by making you squeal.

See I told you it would be easy.

Then it's to the bed for that nice long kiss and cuddle and a second ejaculation between your legs.  Turnover and you get the second one up your arse.  If there's any spare time left you can

spend it relaxing and playing with my balls.  That's not a bad deal, for 100 quid, you reduce your liability quite substantially, though the original debt will still be outstanding but it's a start. 

Though just think for the same 100 quid you'll have six boys playing with you.

Tell you what I have remembered, you've never been caned I bet, could be your salvation.  Be a big shock as it hurts like hell, but it's the only suggestion I have in the short time that will earn

anywhere enough to save your face, better cuts across your bottom than losing your nose or even more devastating, your parsons nose.  If you don't want to oblige me of course, I can

recommend the guys cane you.

I don't normally pay much for the thrill of caning a whore, but a virgin bum has its attractions.  Should be able to stretch to forking out, £10 a cut, however for that sort of money will have to

make sure they'll whistle in, as I like it.  You'll find it will be quite a shock but it's a quick way of earning money 30 minutes of exquisite agony though I don't think you'll find it quite so

exquisite as you're not liable to sit comfortably for days believe me he chortled, but it would be less painful than having your Parsons nose cut out.

A lot of girls quite like it, though I admit it seems to be an acquired taste.

I'll do you a deal.  18 stingers across your arse for that price.  That will be just over 10 quid a whack, nearly double what you'll learn out there on the streets.  And leered at her, but maybe you

prefer I let the boys cane you.

And as all they'll pay for is £3 a whack, as they only allow for one guy, though there's six of them, that's the penalty you pay for a gang bang, you'll find that works out at £.33 a welts.  You'll

eventually earn that £10 of course, but you'll have to take 36 whacks from each of them.  Not such a good prospect.  That'll take more than 30 minutes believe me, somehow I think you'll be

glad it's all over and they about to us either sell you as a prostitute or cut your clit out he smirked.

So Honey that's the only deal I'm prepared to give you, wouldn't be fair on the other tarts otherwise.  They had to take it, don't see why you shouldn't.

I'll get it!  I'll get it!  Meaning of the money, wept a terrified Honey.  Yes, defiantly, thought Bob, you're going to, hard and long and very messily

You say Angie needs some new girls.  If I start work there, I should have at least £250 by tomorrow night, and I could be paid up by the end of the week.  Bob seemed to relent a little, at least

I can tell my supplier you're co-operating and trying to pay him back.  Honey started to blubber her thanks. 

Don't thank me, I'm only the messenger, but if you don't start work tomorrow and earn some cash, the boys will have no option but to charge interest, and that will be paid by getting definitely

getting incisions across your backside and the sides of your tits.  Nobody will fancy you after that at all, and got quite turned on at the sight of Honey blubbering her eyes out

He then shocked Honey into the core by saying.  However unfortunately I don't have the last say.  I need that £250 for my expenses otherwise, I have been told to hold you here and wait while

you're dealt with.  Understand?

But I don't have it she pleaded.

Then it looks as if I'll have the phone Tony.  Where do you fancy going Honey, India, Saudi Arabia what about Iran?  That's assuming I don't sit here and watch you being reduced to a former

shell of yourself.  Always made me horny thinking about you being thoroughly de-sexed,.  Let's have the guys cut your clit out right at the beginning.  Less distressing then to be fucked, caned

and sodomised and have your nipples cut off

Honey looked at him as then he did something that really traumatized her to the core.  With his Dick still hanging obscenely out of his trousers he walked behind the petrified frozen Honey and

roughly caressed her backside.  However the easy payment plan is still in force, if you're prepared to give me a good time including being caned of course then maybe I might be a little more

considerate in your request for a little time to pay

.  As he spoke his hand rubbed Honey's bottom so erotically Honey had trouble standing on her feet.  Remember that caning is still on the cards, always fancied giving you a good thrashing

from the first time we were introduced, fancy a good hiding from a cane do you.

He said leering from what I hear you, Americans are quite into it, it'll have to be very rigorous though for that sort of money.  However if the boys get to you, you won't have any option, you'll

do it for free.

You'll look nice the cane marks on your arse.  Honey struck speechless as he continued to caress her backside.  Ever had this bottom of yours caned have you Honey?.  I don't mean just a lover's

tap.  Like they used to do it at school.  Kiss the cane, bend over and touch your toes.  Then a little caressing touch of to really set the nerves really on edge.  Then the wait, you don't move while

you wait for the pain to start.  Very educational believe me.  I'm going to enjoy caning you Miss Trollope.  Honey managed to bleat a horrified No!

     No, you haven't had the cane.  Or No you don't want to.  Both!  She quavered.  Pity that, an arse like that needs a good cane whacked across It., Don't worry the boys will give you a good

whacking before they finished with you.  Though it would nice to introduce you to the feel of a cane stinging your bottom myself.  However not be, unfortunately without that other £195,

you're stuffed, or going to be he grinned for many hours

Oh, God said Honey desperately.

Bob deliberately misinterpreted her anxiety.  Don't worry your pretty head about me he said with a grin.  I'll get to get my rocks off up you anyhow; it just won't be quite so private  Remember

I'm well-known to the guys coming round to do your audition, once they've, sort of, got your knickers off and giving you a good bonking, I'll just tag along behind.

Don't make any special effort when you see me, I think you'll be little bit sort of traumatised but somehow I think you'll know it's me.  Just to introduce myself,, how about I is cup your tits and

give you a good milking, that always makes a girl randy, then I'll give you a good smacked bottom with my hand before I do that little thing up on your bottom you don't like.  You will enjoy

that!  Would be much more interesting if we did it together, rather than in a group, you know what I mean.  Never really did like taking turns and messing where others have been.

But if that's the way you want it, I'll just have to wait a couple of hours and having you won't cost me a damn thing penny I can fuck you as many times as I want and I'm sure they'll let me add

let's say 25 hard whacks across your arse at the end

I still can't believe you're asking me to bend over and let you hit me with a cane.  Said Honey almost shouting, you want to cane me, for money.  No I'll pay you to let me cane you, slightly

different, give you a problem does it

Damm right it does

Well without it, I'm not giving you that £250 you need , and of course, there's always a big chance that you're not up to scratch.  If after say 18 hours of fun, Tony still can't find a buyer for you,

then you will pay and you will pay big, with that face of yours pity really I suspect you've got a soft cunt , shame to take a chance losing it to a blade

Otherwise, not much point in seeing you again with your face slashed, it's either your bottom or your face Honey, make up your mind.

Bob smiled cruelly.  Always did feel that girls got away with murder.  If a good whacking across your backside is the only way, I can obtain my deposit and keep the boss happy then a good

whacking you will get

You may even like it.

.  Look, your pushing me I know but I'll give you one more deal.  You've never been caned as you say, though I suspect you've gobbled a few bucks I don't know how good you are a lot of

women don't.

Let me give you a free sample, bend over and I'll give you one hard ones across the seat of your jeans.  Then you can oblige me I'm getting a little urgent a good rub would do me good.  A

simple a favour for a favour, you can desire to whether you want to take up my special price, or go for the bottom basement price with the boys.  And I get to assess whether you will be any

good as a whore.  Spunk licking has got to become natural if you're to succeed in not losing all the urge to fuck.  I'm easily but the last favour you're going to wiggle out of me young lady.

.If you're successful and you make up your mind whether you want to go through with the easy payment plan.  On my part, I'll keep the boys away for three days and you'll have until then to

find alternative case sources to pay the cash that they demand

Bob had now got quite into the thought of thrashing this young ladies backside and was determined to make her beg to have her bottom smacked: the longer she took the more he was going to

hurt her.

No way!  Said a horrified Honey.

  Have it your own way.  I'm not messing about; you can pay your debts to the guys right now.  Hope you enjoy your session.

And to emphasise, grabbed hold of Honey's arm and pushed her into the toilet where he jammed the door from the outside.  Honey heard him talking to his mobile-phone

  Honey had no doubt that she would be held until the guys arrived and then they would rape her at their leisure screamed and banged on the door that she would do it.

Bob let her out and for good measure, gave her backside a good whack, making Honey buck and squeal as she was dragged back to the kitchen, where he was going to apply the special offer

Right stand there and do as you're told.  Are you going to take the advantage of my very generous special offer, believe me there will be no obligation offered or taken.

Or do you want to go back in the closet and let the lads prepared you for your trip abroad?  I'll have you, one-way or the other.

Oh God this is awful, I really can't believe this is happening to me

That's why you need to take advantage of the offer, you could then judge whether you like your bottom caned and earn some money, or let the boys do it for practically free, I can recommend

to the boss that you at least got some potential.  Three days that will give you, otherwise, I'll take a back seat to watch them start on you and then I'll join in making the seventh        

.Please!  I'll do what you want whimpered a terrified Honey

For Honey, really, there wasn't much choice, she would have been willing to dance on hot coals rather than have her face rezoned.  Little did she realise, Bob was going to make her do a good

of parody of that.

So very reluctantly, extremely worried but not really knowing why she was agreeing to agree to let him obtain part of his deposit by whacking across the bottom with a cane while she was

bending over

Okay Honey we seem to know where we're going, you're going to be my whore, and you're going to do just as I tell you.  Why are you doing this whined Honey I thought we were good mates,

the four of us.  Oh, come on Honey.  Haven't you watched any of those Teen slasher movies?  Everybody likes see a pretty girl screaming in terror just before she gets an axe taken to her crutch. 

I just like seeing the cane being welded.

But we had such good times blubbered Honey.  Yes but that was before you got yourself addicted and went over to the other side.  Now you're fair game.  Hope you incorporate otherwise I

might just have to tell my boss that the only thing to do is cut and run with you.  Did you see that slasher movie where they hung the girl upside-down by her legs, and used a corkscrew on her

arse, just because she wouldn't give her friend a blow job?  Moral bitch.

Might have to recommend that for you if you don't stop messing me about.

Really, I don't know what you're complaining about; you've already had special treatment that hasn't been offered to any other thieving tart.  It's not as if I'm ordering you to bare your arse.

You're going to keep your jeans on, and that will most probably deaden a lots of the sting, and stop your arse from being properly marked.  Can't be fairer than that.  As for the blow job.  As I

said if you haven't got a taste for it, you're better off getting the cutting over and done with at least that way the anticipation will be over.

Now Honey bend over in the middle of the kitchen and we will see how you like just one stroke.  It'll have to be normal strength unfortunately, but the jeans should take a lot of the sting out of

it, by holding your arse nice and firm so the cane really bites.

However, this just one condition that you stay bending so that you can really get the feel of the sting, that's what a lots of girls like, seems to travel down to their cunt and makes them as horny

as hell.  If you can achieve that then it looks as if you're on a winner.  However if you move you really will null the experience and it's better that I give you another one so you're really sure

whether you like it or not.

Honey looked at him incredibly, I know now I'm not going to like it.  Don't be so negative Honey it'll be nothing compared with having a corkscrew rammed in your buttocks.  As for losing

your clitoris, that really at the core of the matter.  Now stop finding silly objections I'll give you the count of six and then we'll call the whole thing off put you back in the toilet and you can see

whether you like being gang banged.

Take a seat in there, and you might as well take your jeans off, and get yourself in the mood,.  A good wank helps apprehension they tell me it would be a good hour before they get here as

they've got to pick up the razor's, because I really can't see you passing any whoring exams

Honey burst into tears please don't hurt me.  Why not, no point in all this.  You've had your arse smacked you just once I admit, but it was only a little tap.  Now let's do you properly and see

whether you pass the test.

Honey stood up and hesitantly went to the middle of the kitchen, tears coursing down her face.  Bob looked at her sympathetically.  Hard life isn't it.  Honey.  Now bend over.  Bob waited

while a very distressed Honey bent down and touched her toes.

You're lucky commented Bob you know that tart I showed the pictures of, they tied her down over the horse, and practically took a run at her, like they used to in public school her bottom was

a mess when she was finally cut.  Putting his hand on Honeys head, he pushed it right down.  Come on Honey, fair is fair you're keeping your jeans on, that bottoms got to be tight, otherwise ,

you won't feel the real sting.  Bob felt Honey trembling violently with anticipation and fear; well you'll soon stop that once your arse has been whacked.

Bob knew that the wasn't a hope in hell of Honey keeping still and she would get the second whack.  But really didn't feel like informing the new whore.

Running his hand over where he was going to hit her, the middle of the rump he thought, the second one she would get on the back of the legs where it really stung.  He'd seen seasoned whores

scream when the cane hit that area.  Honey started to jerk as nerves took over.

Come on Honey don't be such a cry-baby it's only a smacked bottom.  And then drew back his arm, took aim and nearly wrenched the muscle in his arm so hard did he bring the cane forward. 

The swishing thwack echoed around the kitchen, as predicted Honey stopped trembling, her muscles now taut with shock, as she shot upright, her hands flying back to catch her outraged

bottom.  There you've ruined it grinned Bob, and watched as Honey hopped around the kitchen clutching her bottom.  Remember what you said about that whore you suggested took the easy

payment.  You said it would be outrageously funny when you suggested it.  How was it for you now?  Find it amusing I did.  Somehow, I don't think you've got the erotic buzz did you.  When

you stop jiggling about bend over and we'll do you again.

   Honey looked angry and outraged; you've got to be joking that bloody hurts.  Bob frowned a comic frown; do I take it then that you're going to throw my special offer back in my face?

Okay back in the toilet you know the drill, two hours and I reckon you'll look good hanging from the kitchen cupboards upside down.  But I'm afraid the pain is going to be worse than the stick

across your arse, only that you're going to have to take whether you like it or not and went to grab Honey by the arm.  As I say always liked a good teenage slasher thriller.

All Honeys bravado collapsed, please you're joking, and I can't take another whack from that cane.  Honey I'm doing this for your own good and grabbed her by the hair and dragging her

screeching into the centre of the room.  Bend over before I really get annoyed, and pushed strongly on Honeys head giving her no option.  Blubbering like the caned schoolgirl she was imitating,

Honey obliged and bent over.  Bob ran his hand up between Honeys legs and rather roughly fondled her sex organs.  I do believe it is getting erotic t, though I'm afraid you're going to have to

wait until you've finished this free offer before I can get you into bed and really scratch that itch, cum's quite soothing for a horny pussy.  With Honey bending over her legs trembling in horrid

anticipation, he continued to mess large her cunt through her jeans, running his hand up over the soft oval of her bum he could feel a solid ridge where he hit her with a solid/from the cane and

chortled.  Fucking hell I bet that one hurt, not quite such a virgin arse now is it Honey, that Mark will be like a arrow pointing right to your bum hole, going to enjoy following it in and squirting

come up your arse young lady.  Then moving his hand down he massaged the back of her thighs.  Now this is a very sensitive point it will go straight to your cunt.  And stood back laid the cane

tapping it across her thighs as Honey sobbed.  Again she struck as hard as he could the bitch had the soft skin why not mark it properly.  There would be most probably dark marks there for

years.

He really enjoyed the thought branding her, it now was one of the things he now marked down to do when they'd finished with her, he wanted to brand Whore across her arse with an arrow

pointing towards her cunt.  He would have loved to have outlined it by ramming the hot poker up her cunt.  But she knew that Angie would take objection to that as she wanted her to fully

experience being mounted and raped by a horse and eventually to finish her off with a Bulls penis live and throbbing.  God they were enormous would be like having a overweight baby shoved

up her cunt

.

Honey screamed and stood up clutching the back of her thighs her face white with shock, enjoy that did you Honey I did, now that drop your pants let's have a look at them, and not taking any

truck grabbed hold of the still hopping Honey by the hair and dragged her to a nearby settee.

Sitting down he undid her flies and pulled down her jeans.  Spinning her around her examine her now throbbing backside.  Yes got the bitch her once virgin backside now had two very angry

weal's hopefully permanently tattooed across her bottom she'd remember today for a long, long time.

Turning her back again, she fingered her cunt.  Now Honey you're going to repay the favour.  You can either sit on my prick and massage me to ejaculation, or if it's too much I'll let you wank

me off.

Honey looked at him incredibly; you want me to fuck me while I'm still in pain.

Best time lady now, while you've got all the erotic eagerness throbbing through your backside.

Honey looked down at the penis he'd uncovered, and realised that she'd never get that up her cunt without a struggle so shutting her mind to the alternative knelt down and used the cream he

provided to smear it over his prick.

At least she wouldn't have to suffer that being shot into her body, God if the girls were right he was like a 2 gallon tank going off inside you

.  Settling into the rhythm, she quickly started to have an effect, but was stopped in her tracks when Bob said.  In a minute, I'm going to shoot this a lot in the air, and I've got this foible about

wasting my seed.  So once it's settled, I want you to lick it up otherwise I might have to just cane you again.

Honey looked at him aghast, you want me to do what?  Eat it!  Yes said Bob, as I said I got this foible, and wasting semen makes me feel guilty and I'd have to punish you with the cane again.

Honey closed her eyes and felt sick, but somehow kept her hand moving, knowing that she was actually bringing to life her next supper, and supper was the right word.  Suddenly a great spurt

shot out of Bobs bollocks almost hitting her in the eye and she was a good 2 foot away.  As quickly as it appeared, it', subsided, but continued to bubble over the top like a active Vesuvius. 

God I needed that said Bob now Honey do your whoring bit in cleaning me up.  Or believe me I'll cane your arse and then send for the boys, you'll do more than eat cum, it'll snot out of your

nose.

Honey felt her mind go into a whirl, but somehow she managed to shut out a horrible sight of what she was about to ingest.  However, she hadn't banked on the slimy content of it, and twice

gagged as she took up Bob's offer of seconds and thirds before it was all clean and tidy

.  She then had to massaged his hairy bollocks with her tongue.  Remembering that she laughed when the whores mum had been ordered to lick Bob arse God she hope you didn't insist on that

she could most likely vomit all over him

Standing up, forcing Honey to her feet turned her around enjoyed the sight of two very heavy red weal's running vertically one dead centre of her bottom the other twisting around her thighs,

and smacked her hard twice one on each buttock making Honey again squeal., she didn't believe that just as spank could the sting so much.  And almost fainted as Bob said I enjoyed that. 

Time for you to go over my knee you didn't do badly on that and I didn't like your expression when you swallowed let's use a hairbrush on you.  that'll make you improve your act, that's

assuming after tonight you've got an act to get together better get yourself quickly down to one of the cat houses, that's assuming you still want to pick up with deposit, not have the boys

around.  You've only got three days to get nearly £2500, otherwise you'll for the high jump one-way the other.  By the way I brought a few reefers with me, thought you might like a puff. 

Want one now before we start reddening their backside of your arse.  Honey almost fainted with relief, she'd been desperate wondering how to get through the night now at least one of the

Angie's special cigarettes would take a lot of the pain away, Bob grinned as he gave them to her 50% crack cane and 50% ??.  Knowing that if she stopped now her guts would twist and she'd

feel like death as she suffered horrendous withdrawal symptoms

       

Ordering his American Bitch, to kneel so that Honey was staring at his erect penis, he took his time in showing her the cane he was going to use on her backside and sadistically put his thoughts

in plain words.

When a lady asks for caning, I first play a game. 

He said he leeringly as he ran the cane between his fingers.  You did ask I gather! 

Honey said looked baffled so Bob prompted her by telling her to say.

I need a caning because I have been a wicked girl and I owe someone a lot of money that I can't pay.  So, would you please smack my naughty bottom with a cane?

Honey swallowed bitterly, but she realised she had no option and repeated in a very reluctant, monotone voice.

Please would you cane me, because I have been a very naughty girl and I can't pay back the money I owe someone? 

No not good enough, let's try again. 

Please if I bend over would you cane my bottom as I been a naughty girl owing people money I can't repay.  Honey whimpered sufficiently correctly this time.

Say it again with the word Hard somewhere in there.  By now, a crying Honey repeated it

Near enough gloated Bob However, before I actually get round to putting the cane across your backside, you have to earn it.  The first part of the game, young lady, is sucking the cum from my

balls.  Ever sucked cock have you Bitch?

A paralysed Honey just nodded.

 

He explained that there was no set number of strokes for the caning she would get to earn her£ 200 you get that even if I pay £5 a stroke, it all depended how energetic she was in carrying at

the blowjob

It's all calculated on a quite simple, but fascinating marking system.

I tell you what I want doing; any mistakes and you earn a black mark.  Then at the end, those black marks get transferred to your backside as bruises, inflicted by the cane on your nice tender

bottom.

I find it concentrates a girls mind quite spectacularly.  Once they realise how many they're totting up, they do their best to really please me

It goes like this; you say you can give head properly however if it's not to my liking, that means I expect you to take it all in, so you kiss my pubic hair.

If you don't then you, earn yourself 12 black marks.

Once so you have started, I don't expect you to pause even for a split second to get a breath, if you even, hesitate then I get to decorate your backside with six more.  And they will be especially

hard. 

Looked horrified at the huge member that she was expected to deep throat.

I can't swallow that its huge, she meant gross but wisely refrained from saying.

No problem just prepare yourself for the consequences,

Finally, once I'm ready to cream your tonsils, and grinned as Honey shuddered at this.  You will wait till I have properly finished then I want us see it lingering in your mouth before you do me

the honour of swallowing it.

Got it clear.  If I don't see my cum nestling on your tongue, I will apply 12 solid black marks to your backside.

Then we simply add them all up, you bend over and I get any missing satisfaction by applying them slowly them to your backside, simple enough.

You understand.

A horror struck Honey just nodded mutely .That's the penalty part.  To encourage you to work hard, you will also be awarded one stroke of the cane for every 30 seconds you are busy sucking

me off.

The quicker I squirt cum in your mouth, the fewer stripes you get across your bum. 

  Do you understand that?  Right let's hear you recite the rules

Honey swallowed and with a little help and prompting from Bob said slowly.  Bob grinned as he saw her swallow the thought going through his head; the next time; it would be something soft

and slimy going down your throat is

   I have to get all of your cock into my mouth at least three times.  Or reminded Bob, you get 12 painful whacks from Mr Whippy here waving the cane. 

Honey swallowed nervously and repeated it.  Or I get my bottom caned 12 times.

Carry on said Bob smiling.

I mustn't stop for any reason, if I do; each time I pause, you're going to give me another six whacks.

And?  Said Bob.

I have got to make sure that I swallow all of your cum; otherwise, it's another twelve.

  Yes and those will be very hard ones commented Bob but I also want you to show me how it sits on your tongue before you swallow it.

And how does the last bit go again

Honey started to cry, she hated even at the thought of a man's cock in her mouth, let alone having to hold that revolting ejaculation stuff.  It made her want to puke, even before she felt it so

disgustingly in her mouth

As for having to hold it, she daren't even think about it unless she was sick.  That was revolting; better to let Bob cane her bottom, that can't be too painful.

She suddenly got a foretaste as Bob bent forward and smacked her hard across the seat of her jeans.

Ouch!  She shouted.  FUCKING Hell that bloody stung!  So Bob spanked her again.  This time as she wriggled realising, she better kept her mouth shut

Right, let have you've repeat it properly

A frightened Honey slowly recited.  Once you have come, I hold it in my mouth till you tell me and shuddered as she did so.

But recovering repeated.  Only then do I swallow, if I disrespect this promise, I will get 12 hard cut across my bum

And?

I also get a guaranteed whack across my bottom for every 30 seconds I take to finish you off.

Good said Bob now we can get started.

Very good, smiled Bob.  If you work at it hard, you just might get off lightly.

Shit, I fucking hope I do uttered Honey, thinking in her head that she could easily get 50 strokes of the cane, but saying out loud.  "Christ I won't be able to handle all that!"

Nobody is a forcing you, if you would rather meets the guys tonight.  Honey went pale and said nothing

Now shall we continue?

Right first of all let's have you over my knee.

WHAT!  Said Honey, is this really necessary.

Bob suddenly got angry, look bitch; I'm doing you a favour, any more hassle and you get the works, understand

First I like to warm a young lady's bottom so she get so the idea

Taking her roughly the arm, he dragged her protesting to the flat's bedroom, resting one leg on the bed, he positioned a horrified Honey over his knee.  Taking the time, to make sure she was

properly un-balanced, tipped her feet off the floor. 

Then with a quick flourish dragged her knickers down to her knees.  He knew he had several hours to play with this new conscripted Harlot so he increased her humiliation by first running in his

hand heavily over the area he was going to spank; then parted her legs and fingered her pussy, so she was reminded just what was his main objective.

  At this point, he wanted to make Honey not only to realise in her mind; she was about to be impaled on his Dick but to make her also wait for the pain

To give Honey her due she laid there, petrified while he abused her, even when he put his finger into her now wet twat.  However, that first spank really livened her up. 

Bob had taken lessons from Tony, using one of his other Whores for practice and he easily held her while he tanned her hide.  However, Tony had told him to be light, on both the caning and

the spanking as she had work tomorrow.  Definitely make it red and sore, but I want it unmarked except possibly for some nice neat cane marks.

Honey soon stopped worrying about modesty and Bob got a good view of the little ladies twat he was going to stick his cock into a little later.  But first let the new Whore squirm in extreme

discomfort before she squirmed in passion.

Bob had warned him about smacking her too hard with his hand, after a little while his hand would hurt and her bottom would get numb.  Leave it to the cane to really punish her.  Once she'd

had a couple of cuts she would know exactly what a smacked bum would feel like But don't mark her, once we get her in the Brothel, then's the time to make sure she's sporting proper welts. 

Each spank he took his time in cracking hard on to the young ladies bum, he didn't take long for him to have her blaspheming in between the cries of Ouch!  Ouch!

   His first obligation to Tony undertaken he made the Tart kneel between his legs, and grabbing her hair forcibly told her to suck, not only suck, but also swallow and reminded her, the cane

was waiting to repay any slipshod behaviour or laziness.  She could either earn her first £100 pain-free by doing exactly as she said or a cane would take it out on her hide. 

Honey sucked till her eyes popped terrified that her still very stinging bottom would be caned.  Tony had insisted that the new Whore take at least six full-blooded cuts, Bob was beginning to

relish making it a full 12.

This was what he liked, a dumb recalcitrant Broad on his cock only performing, because she knew his main object was to thrash her bottom for the kick it gave him.  This Bitch would work her

butt off or pay the penalty.  He then made her kneel on the floor, so her head was nicely level with his cock.  Then he simply grabbed hold of her hair and forced into her mouth.  The bitch had

obviously done this before because she quite efficiently sucked and stroked his member giving him quite a buzz.

But she made the mistake of doing something he hated, of stopping and thus earning herself six cuts.  She was quite good at taking it in, but again not good enough for him.  He relaxed and let

the bitch stimulate him.  He was in no hurry and the longer she took the more he would viciously slap her bum.  He just quietly informed her that she earn't herself six black marks

Honey by now was getting pissed off knowing that all she was doing was earnings extra strokes across her bum and gave him a very black look with her upturned eyes.

All it got her was, him bending down and spanking her very hard a good dozen times and the comment.  Hurts does it ?  Wait till you get the cane.

Very soon, unable to stop himself he came into Honeys mouth.  The shock at the amount he produced made her eyes pop and she started to choke as her mouth filled with the evil tasting

discharge.

Bob was wondering if she could take all and wasn't surprised to see it bubble out around her mouth.  And when she opened her mouth, it hung from her teeth like slobbering jelly.

He then enjoyed himself making her hold it there while she gagged and almost vomited her eyes bulging and her mouth retching.

He then reached forward and forced her mouth closed one hand holding it shut, the other gently stroking her throat encouraging her to swallow it.  Tears sprang to her eyes, as she obliged

It took at least a minute of frantic licking to clear the spunk, each time her tongue moved in the mess she had to fight back a urge to vomit, only pretending it was mayonnaise was she even able

to attempt the task.  Swallowing it thought was a lot harder

It took her at least a minute to get rid of the excess into her tummy, he then made her open her mouth and lick up the residue that had dribbled around her chin and swallow it in front of him.

Then he turned her around and whacked his hand hard continually across her backside making her twist and shriek as she struggles to stay balanced on her knees.

Enjoy it did you, I always did have plenty of load, wait till you get the second lot up your rectum I've have got plenty left it and it will feel quite remarkable, or so the girls tell me.

Honey was still retching from what she had swallowed and her bum was now getting very sore.  Partly fulfilling Tony's requirements that she was only fucked with a very sore bum

 

Making her stand he then informed her she hadn't done very well and she was going to get six strokes because she had stopped in mid-flow.

Six strokes for the 6 minutes she had taken to cream her mouth and an extra six strokes for sloppy behaviour

Slightly the more than the 12 Tony had asked but she had annoyed him stopping like that

Making the bitch hold on the bed, he did as Bob suggested and secured her hands, and picking up the cane, prolonged her misery by stroking her bottom and saying how nice it would be look

with 18 red marks across it. 

Then running his hand between her legs reminding her that she had a good seeing to coming when it was all over, used the cane lightly but with full sting across her exposed buttocks .  He was

soon glad he had taken the precaution of fixing her hands, as even as the first stroke slashed across her bum, she let out an almighty screech, wriggled her hips in intense agony, and begged him

not to hit her again.  Bob simply ignored her and repeated the stroke but harder.  The bitch wasn't going anywhere; she was nicely tied.  She could jiggle her feet, as much she wanted he was

going to cane her arse because she couldn't move

   His reasoning was simple; The Bitch had taken the drugs.  The Bitch hadn't paid for them.  And now she having her bottom deservedly whacked hard with a cane as a punishment. 

Then she would open her legs and let him stick his dick inside her 

It was as simple as that.  And if she didn't learn, she would get it again.

And tomorrow she would pay for those drugs by allowing anybody and everybody to use the two ends of her digestive tract.  Reaming her till she metaphorically dribbled cum out of her

mouth.  And if she didn't behave, then Angie would just repeat the punishment she was getting now

As Bob, took his time in raising welts across the American Whores backside, he suddenly found he was enjoying himself. 

However because she had to work tomorrow, Angie had insisted that it was only a light caning.

So, Bob only gently raised the cane each time, but flicked his wrist smartly, each stroke making a nice sharp crack.

With 18 strokes to go, Honey definitely wouldn't be sleeping on her back tonight or even sitting.  But she also mustn't be too badly bruised for tomorrow.

But she wasn't getting off lightly and took his time making sure each one stung like hell.  As each one pinked her arse, leaving a thin line, which at first was startling white, then rapidly turned a

shade of puce.  Honey started to dance.

Bob took his time leaving plenty of time for the pain to sink in before raising the cane and flicking her backside again

Bob knew from Tony, that give her three months, her backside would be hard enough to take a real punishment caning, without detracting from her ability to earn money as a whore.  Then it

would really start undertaking S&M work.

Now he did what he had come to do, grabbing a completely naked Honey he forced her over the back of the wheel backed chair pushing her head into the seat, and slapping her between her

legs so that she was ready to get fucked.

He had no illusions to the amount he had left in his testicles, usually it for flowed out of a girl like creamy mud once he'd finished.

He wondered whether the bitch was on the Pill, if not in nine months' time she could be dropping a brat.

Not but even really bothered about it, if she got a bun in the oven Tough.  

With her arse still stinging badly, Honey opened her legs to pay her debts, Bob, she gasped as he went in but.  Feeling very receptive, and she winced as she felt her love hole expanded.  She

had heard it was excruciating give birth this must rival it but in reverse.  

Considering he had only just come, he was quite quick in shooting his lot into the Yankee Bitch.  What surprised and appalled Honey was the horrible pressure she felt with his Dick still

pounding in her cunt like a piston, the free space at the end was taken up by an enormous amount of fluid.

Bob continued to pound it, so much his balls contained, one ejaculation was never enough.

And Honey had no option but to lay there while he continued to fuck her hollow.  The second ejaculation was even more revolting as it forced the cervix end of her vigina to expand quite

painfully and she started to get desperate.

However she got a very unpleasant shock, when he withdrew and suddenly lunged forward and pushed his cock up her bum, something she hated, but Angie expressly had demanded.  And

Bob was rewarded by Honey twisting and tensing, confirming what she'd said being bummed was something she definitely did not like.  And something Angie was determined would be one

of her mainstays working for her

Eventually after several minutes, exertions he found the energy to cream her a third time.  As he pulled out, she felt horribly bloated between not only her legs, but also her arse felt swollen and

constipated so much had he forced inside her.  She was also absolutely terrified of being made pregnant

His enjoyment over, Bob tells Honey she has 12 hours to come up with some form of deposit, the best way to do that to would be to approach Angie for work, without that guarantee, the boss

just might look for an even earlier payment

Chapter 2

Honey sat down after Bob had gone and contemplate her options.

Her first reaction was to run, as she did from the USA, but look at the mess that had got her into and this time she had no Sugar Daddy's money to take.  Anyway, her she daren't run back

there, she was in even more trouble from those guys, and they wouldn't just make her work as a call girl.  She would simply end up with a couple of concrete weights around her ankles in some

grubby river or be buried alive in a concrete foundation.  No, she shuddered that's definitely not the way to deal with this problem

The encounter with Bob had truly shaken her, she had come across few people who really didn't care whether she lived or died as long as they got their money she can't believe that she had

been so stupid to get involve.

She ached all over, her arse was throbbing, not only where she had been caned, that was agonising enough.  She never believed believe pain like that existed; there was no way she was going to

sleep on her back night, but her bum hole ached, it felt as if she slept on a fence post, or shit a baby from her arse.  She felt filthy, she had cum in her hair, spunk in her mouth that tasted like

parrot droppings and she was nearly sick at the thought of what she'd swallowed , she felt like a dirty unwashed whore.  ,just as Angie had hoped

She had no doubt the that Tony was behind this, Angie she wasn't so sure, she been pretty good to her, no she might be a bit of a hard-faced bitch but was sure she had a heart of gold

somewhere under that hard exterior.

Anyway did she have much option, it was pretty clear she was going to have to find the money and the only way to get that sort of money quick was to rob a bank or work in the sex trade and

neither has much appeal.

it wasn't just thought of having all sorts of strange men pawing and using her sex, she was worried Bob like Angie seemed to have this fascination for smacking bottoms, and not in a lovy,

dovey way, no they seemed to like to hurt.  And there was no way she was into that.

As she ran a hot bath, in the hope it would take some of the bruising out of her backside, she realised just how much having her bottom used for target practice and then impaled on someone's

Dick had upset her, she was shaking.  God it had been ghastly, and hideous there was no way she could do that again

When in the company Bob and the others in the drinking den, when Angie casually mentioned she kept the girls in line doing just that, it seemed a good laugh, she remembers bitchily saying.

Enjoying a smacked bottom is typical of that sort of girl you employ Angie.  Suddenly as she eased her bottom gently into the hot scented therapeutic water, hissing as the water invoked

memories of the agonising sting of the cane whacking her backside.  She realised that if she had to work for Angie, she could find herself standing in front of the hard faced bitch watching

petrified and scared rigid as she took a cane from the draw.

Sweat broke out on her brow, nothing to do with the hot water she was easing herself into.  Then reason took over, Angie was a friend, she tried to warn me, she'd understand that I only need a

short while to get my act together and pay off my debts, though even as she said it, the thought of being in the "hot seat" for some inexplicable reason crept into her mind.  No!  Hopefully she

could call on her friendship  to spare her that, reason prevailed, she was sure she could handle Angie.

But she knew she couldn't handle six guys wanting to give her a gang bang, and possibly if not getting enough satisfaction , cutting bits off of her.  The thought of someone forcing open her

legs not to rape her, but to circumcised her terrified the life out of her, as the cutting off of other bits off she knew she just couldn't hack it,

She would just tell Angie that that being caned just wasn't hers scene, she would do what she had to earn the money, but no way was she going to allow someone to assault her.  That's it, that

was the way to treat Angie.

So buoyed up with this knowledge, but still frightened of the consequences if she couldn't get work to pay off her debts, she turned up on Angie's doorstep full of resolve to turn the charm on

Angie and politely asked whether she could help out, she needed a job urgently

Knowing Honeys position, Angie enjoyed herself, thinking she'd misunderstood the request and forcing Honey to actually spell out what she had come for.  Sorry Honey, but I don't think I can

help this time, we've got enough Bar-girls, tell you what.  Let me know if you get anything, there might be a vacancy in a month's time.

No, you don't understand, stuttered Honey embarrassed, lowing her voice to a whisper.  You know in your other business upstairs.  Sorry said Angie, say that again.

This time Honey was getting annoyed, you know, with your  girls upstairs.

Oh, you want to be a whore said Angie in a loud voice.

Honey coloured up even more and whispered, I don't have any choice, I don't want to be but I have to be.

Angie had already worked out just how she was going to treat Honey when she came begging, she knew Bob had already stuck his cock into it so  the bitch was already a whore, she just

needed convincing of it.

She got quite horny watching Honey strutting about almost demanding to work.  What do you need young lady is a bloody good caning, and not just a schoolgirl type smacked bottom that Bob

has just given you.

When I'm ready, you're going into my office and you can bend over the desk.  And not for just six of the best either.  You young lady are caught between a rock and a hard place, it would be

fun caning your bottom as well.  The thought of  putting several deep creases in the seat of her designer jeans while she's squirmed in pain  was making her head swim

Well at the moment, I don't even have room for a new girl upstairs.  But you must have begged Honey.  I'm in serious trouble.

Drugs is it, frowned Angie.  No sorry can't help you, you addicts only cause trouble and I certainly don't want that.  No my advice is go away, take a large overdose, and gets it over and done

with.

Honeys gave up all sense of pride, and begged.  Oh God you've got to help me, they say they're going to cut me, and then if I still don't pay send me overseas to work in an foreign brothel

   Jesus Honey, feigning shock.  How did you manage that, you only been in the country five minutes.  How?  Do you owe money for drugs you stupid girl?  I thought you meant you just

wanted a fix.  And decided it wouldn't do any harm to reinforce Bob's message.  With forced concern in her voice, she went over pretty well what Bob had told her, 

Nevertheless, thinking. 

The Bitch must be scared, then so would I be with Bob about to fuck my tail.  Wonder how many times shot his lot into the bitch; she must be wallowing in it inside.  Well as long as he didn't

damage her arse.  Pity that, I'd liked to have been the first to give her a dose of the cane, just have to hit her harder now we've got her

     Look, you're in serious trouble; the Gangs down here don't mess about.  Several young women have disappeared this year, most probably even now repaying the money owing, by being

bonked away on some grimy bed somewhere.  Don't worry about your face, you might be getting work the streets as a prostitute in the UK, but there's plenty of opportunities if you're taken

overseas.  Then getting your face cut would be the least of your worries, these boys are professional thugs

What do you mean said a horrified Honey?

Even you can't be that naive Honey; look they've been paid to take you to a brothel where you will do as you're told.  It's obvious the thought was going to be going through their head.  Why

not take a free sample now?  And they will.

  Once they bundled you into the van it will only take a second or two to get you into a suitable position for unremitting copulation.  One quick push, over you go, face down over a packing

case, up goes your shirt leaving your tits flapping.  Down comes your jeans and your pussy will be winking at them.

Then while someone ties your legs open, you'll be rubbing themselves stiff, ready to give you a good fucking.  Always some old string about in a van, a couple of loops around your ankles, and

you're not left with any option but accept it.  With your head forced into some old sacking, it's going to be quite difficult to hear your pitiful cries and screams, as your loosened up for life in a

brothel.

   Your purchaser won't worry that you've suffered a little abuse on the way; in fact they'll most probably encourage it, as a way of keeping the price for your abduction down.  And a bit of

natural and most probably unnatural bonking.  And leered as she emphasised the word unnatural bonking, won't make any difference to the profits they'll get from renting out your body. 

And don't think it will stop there; you're one terrified whore with a nice juicy cunt that beckons like a beacon.  And of course you could be unlucky.  If there is more than three of them and the

driver, they may decide to teach you how to how to behave in a three hole bunk up, never tried it myself, but I should imagine it could be a little unpleasant, But you soon get used to it

  Oh God!  Shrieked Honey, They'll rape me?

Of course not.  You can't rape a whore; you just start giving out free samples.  God won't help you, believe me, you will travel that way, arse in the air, bent over a packing case making both

your recreation areas are available for them to enjoy on the long, long journey to your new home.  Ever had someone relieve themselves up your bum girl?  Sort of a piss enema.  No, panicked a

terrified Honey, is that likely?

Not likely, but most probably compulsory, grinned Angie at her joke.

Not very pleasant, but they say you can get used to anything if it's forced on you; after a while, you just might like it, some girls seem to enjoy that sort of toilet fun.  Those guys have got about

five hours to use you, like whichever way they want, and believe me they will, you will be the dribbling cum from all your orifices.  They always like to make sure the new girls are all well work

experienced, before they get in the boat.

Then of course you will have the boat crew to entertain, though this time you will most probably have a couple of other new girls being bonked alongside you.

   However if it's the guys I think, that will do you, they do a lot of the abduction and round here, they really enjoy fucking the arse off young Western women, and you being an slim young

American ex- model will only add to your sexual charms.

Even before they deliver you get to your Brothel, you will most probably be pregnant, stinking of cum and of course of most probably riddled with syphilis; All because you couldn't keep off

the drugs.  American women are quite in demand, they ship you to Arab countries, and people pay to torture you.  Stun guns between the legs are quite popular they tell me

.Even as she said this, Angie felt herself quivering, even though she was embellishing the whole story she couldn't help thinking of Honey, naked legs apart with a stun gun spitting sparks at her

delicate bits

.No, you will only last about the year, and added offhandedly, but definitely liking the thought of it.  They say in some Arab countries for a price you can watch a white whore being shagged by a

Donkey; they seem to like to do it to American women especially.  Can't say I've never had an animal up my twat, might just get you to drop me a postcard and tell you what it's like.  That is if

you can continue after that thing's had its cock between your legs

God that must be absolutely terrible and painful to be raped like that.  I worked on a farm and a donkeys chopper is hard and long, would brings tears to your eyes believe me if you get that

shoved up you

Andy then looked Honey straight in the face, and apologised.  Sorry love.  Forgot that it was you in trouble, sometimes get carried away with my thoughts.  That's the reality round here, owe

money to the drugs gang, you have to pay for it and believe me the interest you owe on the loan shoot up almost hourly.

Look Honey, I know this sounds harsh, but I've been in this game for quite a few years, far more than I really want to think about.  And experience tells me, you can't help drug addicts.

I hope you find the money; I'd hate to have it on my conscience that you were driven off in the back of the truck.

But thanks for telling me.  At least if you do disappear I won't worry about where you are, I hate to think you've been run over. 

I'm really sorry, but experience really has taught me that drug addicts just can't be trusted; you will get me into trouble and still end up paying for your drugs via your cunt.

Honey then did what Angie had been waiting for, she begged.

  Breaking down in tears, she implored Angie for help, explaining that she had overspent on drugs and couldn't pay for them.  You know me I don't let you down, we've been drinking mate

now for what seemed like an age.  It wasn't that she was addicted to them or anything like that, she was just going through a bad phase, being short of money.  Once I can get useful work, I can

give them up just like that but she needed that little bit of help right at the moment

Angie seemed to relent.  Okay if put it like that maybe I was being a bit harsh.  I suppose that should make a difference

I get so many hard-luck stories that I didn't believe you.  I heard that the word was out some local Bint, owed money and that they were putting her up for sale.  But I didn't realise it your bits

and pieces that they were going to barter off.  The word is, you either pay up, or they'll hawk your twat around till they find someone to pay your debts, if not, you're going to walk funny.  If

that's true.  My God, you're in trouble

And she seemed to stop and think, however I still don't think I can help you, I've only got three rooms up there, and they're all  occupied, I can't really throw one them out just because you got

yourself messed up with drugs.  Sorry love, and started to walk away leaving Honey feeling desperate and sick. 

Angie you've got to help she begged again.

Andy stopped and turned.  Okay against my better judgement, we've been looking to streamline the business a bit .  We weren't going to do it for a bit, but if you're desperate.

I am Angie please I'm begging you.

Look, this isn't exactly what you're looking for, but if you're desperate maybe, it might help.  We've been thinking about a possible vacancy for what we call an "intimate prelim courtesan". 

Honey looked baffled and swore.  What the fuck is that?

Well mused Angie, What I'm looking for is a girl to bring on the clients, you know, before they go into the bedroom.  The minor bits-and-pieces

You know a little bit of touching, a nice cuddle and a fondle, just enough to get them hard enough so the girls can get them in and out of bed as quick as possible.  A sort of fantasy lover. 

However, you've got to be a good actress, you've got to show warmth and passion, and really seem interested, even fascinated by the guy, without that having that artificial horny glow, the

guys will soon see through you

No telephones?  Said Honey hopefully, interrupting Angie as she spoke and getting a forbidding look.

Ok I can do it, said Honey uncertainly.

You'd better, it's really a premier job, it's the guys think they're really fascinating, they'll come back and you'll start to earn some money.  However if I think they just one minute you're only

doing it for the money, you're out on your ear, and you can pay through your drugs through your cunt the hard way.  The word is, you're going to Iraq if you can't find the money.  As I say,

you'll last about five sessions with the stun gun.  Look, you used to be a model, so you know the score.  You scrub up well, so you change into a nice glamorous dressing gown, slap on the old

make up, and go to meet your latest lover.  Plenty of kisses, a nice bit of fondling, if you're anything, your main problem will be stopping him coming prematurely.

Look, I haven't worked out the economics of it all yet so there's not going to be possibly what you need.  How much do you owe?  About £2500 said Honey, swallowing hard as she said it, by

the end of the month.  Jesus!, Will you won't earn that in a week I can tell you.  The girls only take home about £750 if they're lucky,

Honey hesitated a little ashamed, Bob says he wants £250 by tonight, he said it will buy me three days, if I can get work in that time, he'll make an exception, and keep the boys off.  Bobs

already lent me some on account

You know you going to pay for that don't you.  I told you before you don't get nothing for nothing.  Let me tell you Miss if you turn up for work stoned; you'll be in my office for a meeting

with Mister Cane.  

 

This is what Honey had been dreading, and wasn't really sure how to put it.  I'm sorry Angie, but I don't think I can handle that.  And hesitated not wanting to admit she had dropped her

knickers for Bob, and as a result had her bum thoroughly tanned.  Bob gave me a taste of it a couple of days ago, and it's really not my thing.

I see, Bob has already had you has he, said Angie leering lewdly and suggestively.  Can't stand the guy myself, he's gross, but I expect you know that don't you love.  Little bit wearing was it.

.  Thought you didn't like the guy.  My bet is if you've already had the delight of letting Bob put a stick across your arse, you've also been snuggling up to him between the sheets.  Can't

understand what gets into you addicts, you lose all self-respect once your head is stuffed full of drugs Well there's no catering for taste.

  Look Angie, OK, I went to bed with the guy, I'm not proud of it said Honey almost crying, those hand-out that Bob gave me, got into my head, after I'd smoked them, I felt so randy, but so

at peace, and if I could have stuffed the world up between my legs, I would have done.

So you decided that a self indulgent mouthful of Bob spunk would be a good alternative.  Ugh?  Get the thrill of it dribbling down your face did you?  Never seen Bob in action and don't

particularly want to, but those who have, say it's like wrapping your lips around one of those soft ice cream machines, then reaching up, pulling the lever and letting it flood out; except it's tepid

and more glutinous.

No!  Said Honey lying, it wasn't like that, Bob was helping me out with my drugs problem.

Well I hope you got a good whack across the arse, and it suitably sore and I'm not talking about the cane.  Your mouth and cunt are designed to take that sort of abuse, but the anus!  All I can

say is I bet it's still uncomfortable now and serve you right.  Now you can see why I insist you whores get a cane across your back side from time to time. 

Honey looked shocked.  No Angie I can't take that.

Tough!  Spat Angie, I'm not having you sitting around smoking, you're going to bloody work, and if I have to cane you twice a day, to make sure you don't sit around, then that the deal.  Take

it or leave it.  But with the proviso, if you really want to work, and if you're really serious about coming off the drugs, I could possibly find something a bit more lucrative, not the most pleasant

work, but as you say if you only want it for a month or two.  But I'm not going to waste my time if you're destined for, let's say warmer climes.

   However as I said that would be a little extra sideline if you're up to scratch.  Your main duties will be upstairs separate from the bar Mainly working near the waiting room, but to help you

pull the punters, you will be down here some of the time so the punters can see what's available and whether they like what they see.  Just make sure you're on your best behaviour, you may be

pulling and sucking on a paying customers cock, five minutes after you've pulled his pint.  And grinned to herself as she saw Honey involuntarily wince

   You're job basically is to get the guys hard and randy, so the girls upstairs can finish them off.  I can provide you with a dressing gown, but you'll find it much more intimate if you bring one

of your own in.

When a client first comes in, you will stop whatever you're doing, and greet him like a long-lost lover with that beaming smile of yours.  You understand, Honey nodded feeling lost and

dismayed

I don't want you just greeting him; you will be all over him like a rash.  Giving him a big hug, a nice big passionate kiss, joke a little, then get your hand down inside his pants and get a handful

of cock.  Don't hold back, if necessary open your gown and let him get his lips around those big tits of yours.  Get him to give you a good feel, if necessary guide his hands between your legs

and let him play with you, your hot and you want him.  Nothing gets them going like having a bit of Tit to feel

Honey was starting to feel extremely queasy at this.  She loathed being pawed, as Angie knew, which is exactly why she was being so explicit.

The only thing he is not allowed to do is to get his cock between your legs.  If you do have trouble, getting the guy to react, go down on him and use your lips.

Just be careful you don't go too far.  If we lose a customer because you have got a mouthful, you'll be in my office instantly and I have a painful way with girls who give away free blowjobs. 

And smiled, as the new girl looked horrified and sick. 

She wasn't sure whether it was the thought of having anybody's spunk in her mouth, or of getting her cane across her bottom.  Not that it mattered, by the end of the day she would have had

masses of the first and at least one deep perceptive of the second.

Looking at Honeys appalled face, she was relishing telling her the next part of her job.

I can pay out £250 for you to keep you safe, but only because I know you, and Bob can be rough.  But without you getting a bit more involved with the nity-gritty side of the business, I don't

make promises I can't keep.  Even If I put you down for doing the one offs, the Hand-shanty's, and possibly the blowjobs, you still won't make that sort of money

Honey was as planned getting scared

Honey looked horrified, don't your girls do any straight sex, you know with a contraceptive.  Angie smiled.  Yes that where the money is, that's why the girls do it, not you.

I'll do it if I have to, least till I can get Bob off my back .  What's the chance said Honey with downcast eyes, hardly believing what she was saying.

Angie looked at her with shrewd eyes, and rubbed it in.

It was only a couple of weeks ago you swore you'd never do it.  Don't blame you, in your position I'd feel the same.  You won't be getting Bob off your back, you will be needing to get him off

your belly.

Till you pay him off, you really can't afford to upset him, and you know the way we rib him about his sexual needs.  You're going to have to suffer relieving that, otherwise he'll simply join in

the gang when they come to get you.

I can let you have a room upstairs, to entertain him while the girls are having their lunch, but I'll have to charge you; as I said when you came in, I've no vacancy at the moment for girls upstairs

in the bedroom,

But there are some specialist jobs if you don't fancy tit wanks that might bring you in a little more she said offhandedly.  Angie then turned her back in indifference and went to go back behind

the bar.

However, you'd better make up your mind, you want it or not.  I've got another girl pushing me, and she has already said she doesn't mind doing a little spanking if it means she can earn the

money.

Oh, I've tried that, thinking of Bob, it doesn't do anything for me, and it's painful.  So's being in the back of a truck bent over a packing case said Angie getting angry.

Look, you want me to help you out or not, believe me.  You come in here telling me you owe money for drugs, and then pick and choose.  If the van pick you up tomorrow  night, do you think

it you'll have a choice.

No girl, you'll lose your knickers in a shot, you'll bloody spread your legs, so they can get into the meat, and you won't give them any bother.  Want to find out why they all wear very heavy flat

leather belts, you think Bob's little plastic toy was painful.  Then it will be any piece of flat wood, pallet wood makes a good paddle.  Spank you with that and believe me that fucking hurts. 

Only then will you get down to the real whoring

The type of smacked bottom that we provide here, is nothing to what you'll get if the fancy takes them.  The ones here range from the erotic to the damn painful, even you if you have enough of

them might get to like them.  If you're in the van and they decide you need a whipping you will find it agonising, and there is nobody there who cares a hoot if they go too far.  Having your

bottom smacked hurts I know, but it's not the end of the world, the back of the van might be.  Though a satisfactory caning in my office might come close to it, as you'll find out if you don't

knuckle down  young lady.

That made Honeys mind up; it would only be for a month until she sorted herself out, and then she can get well out of this place.  No!  No, she said, trying to sound enthusiastic.  I'll start

tomorrow.

Andy smiled to herself, that was quick, Bob will be a little bit disappointed he was hoping to have another go at her tomorrow.  They reckon it would be six weeks before she came begging to

drop her knickers.  Don't turn away a gift horse, tomorrow night love, me and you are going to get cosy with the cane.

Okay then come in tomorrow before 10 in the morning, I'll fix things up this end.  I'm really not sure whether I'm being soft-hearted in my old age.  You're going to need some training, I'm not

putting you out on the shop floor till I know you're suitable.  If I upset Bob for no reason, then he could get nasty.

Give you a couple of hours, then if you show promise, I'll stump up the 250 quid you owe Bob, that'll stop him  jumping about on your belly at least.  But if you don't come up to scratch!  Any

girl who works here including those who work upstairs know the penalty.  In my office, bend over and you get the cane.  No buts, no excuses, or I'll sell you to the guys myself

Angie said no more but turned round on her heel and left Honey desperately trying to make up her mind.  She thought that she would provide her with a little work, one where she could come

in maybe for a couple of hours a day to specialist clients that she could pick.

Honey's brain went into a spinning panic.  First, she was told she had to work to pay her debts, and now it turned out that would be 14 hours a day, mainly consisting of wrapping her lips

around an old man's wilting cock.  Desperately trying to get it up hard enough so she could experience it spitting in her mouth the thought of doing that for a month, made her sick to the

stomach.  She couldn't even contemplate having to suck someone off without a condom as for laying back and having some guy, using her tits to spray cum in her face revolted her.

And then there was a matter of having to bend over for a strapping.  Her bottom was still sore from yesterday.  No, she couldn't do it.

This was not for her; she'd have a word with Angie and tell her Thanks, but no thanks, she'd go back to her flat, collect her things and go somewhere where she wasn't known.

With a new resolve she went into the bar area and said to Angie

I'm sorry Angie for putting you through all this trouble.  But I don't think I can do this, I don't mind the odd bit of sex with a guy I like but this is awful.

Angie smiled sweetly.  Of course dear!  I understand it's a good life it if you can stand the sex.  If not, my advice is one last big lot of drugs and keep them with you to help alleviate the misery

when they've got you in the van, you'll need it. 

Honey was full of resolve and walked out the door, desperately needing a cup of coffee, she went into the Cafe next door.  While she sat brooding at the table her Mobile phone rang, it was

Angie.

I like your spirit she said.  However a word of warning!  I would just order a taxi and get in it and go, don't look back; don't go back to your flat for anything that you haven't got on you now. 

But I hadn't got anything with me not even my purse said a horrified Honey

If you don't get out of here right now, you won't need anything, not even clothes.  You don't think they would let you walk about, without watching where you were going.  And to cover my

arse, I had to phone them to tell them that you turned the job down, there was a few choice words from the other end of the line then it went dead.  If they have seen you leave, there's a fair

chance they'll waylay you on your way home.  Whether it will be a little party and the knife, or the back of the van, I can't read Tony's mind.  But I thought I'd just warn you

Honey was absolutely horrified, that Angie knew her private telephone number, but more scared of the darkness outside.

You've got to help me Angie pleeease.  I'm sorry I made a mistake, I been thinking about it Tony says I've got to learn the money so I'll have to earn it.  I'm just being silly.  Give me a second

chance

Honey was horrified to hear Angie pause, then with relief to hear her say.  You know really, my instinct are to let them have you, a lot less problem that way.  Could even find a use for your flat

while you're away.  But okay we're drinking mates, and I have had a few good times with you.  Back here within 10 minutes, otherwise you'll be renting your cunt to a load of foreigners, and

not getting a fraction of what I'll pay you.  I'll phone Tony back on to say I made a mistake.  Hate to see a bargain go by.  Let me down, and I'll see you rented out for a 1p a bang.  Understand

Chapter 3

Angie often dropped in to see Tony, this time his office was empty, so Angie took the opportunity to have a little snoop around.  Knowing that Tony was a great addict of porno movies went

straight to his office draw to see his latest.

Angie  had absolutely no interest in pornography, that was for the stupid punter, if she needed a buzz all she had to do was turn on the camera in one of  the whores bedroom.  But normally she

only kept it on to make sure the girls were not trying to screw her off taking money on the quiet.

Normal porn she found boring, usually badly acted, badly edited and badly filmed; the only reason she bothered with Toney's copies was to keep up with his latest interests.

Clicking the video into the machine, she wasn't disappointed with his latest acquisition, a rather plain Broad, was being led into a punishment room by a rope around her neck, typical Tony's

taste.

However, this one seemed particularly amateurish as there it only seemed to be one camera, which was fixed.  Kept losing the subject, the girl look completely bored, and right from the

beginning was Angie.

It seemed the plot of the story was that a Hooker had tried to hold back money from a client, and was about to get her bottom smacked for it.  Pretty basic stuff even for Tony.

Led by the rope, the hooker was led to a whipping bench by two rather good looking blondes, who Angie would rather have seen being whipped, and rather gently pushed down so her rather

average frame was positioned over the bench.

All very tame, not a squeak from the girl about to be whacked, and no excitement or even lust from any of the other actors. 

The guy with the strap, gave the girl a good feel between the legs, and said in a wooden voice.  Guess what I'm going to do to you besides giving you a good hiding, and pulled out his prick,

the girl gave a little horrible squeak.  Oh.  Please no, don't rape me.

Angie nearly turned off the rubbish in disgust, where on earth did Tony get his stuff from, where ever it was he was being ripped off.

The girl was a Hooker for God's sake, she was stuffed at least five times a day, and here only concern was that someone was going to stick cock up her cunt.

Angie knew from experience, that if a working girl was asked to take a whacking she would whine and plead.

Much preferring take one in her mouth, one up her arse and one in her cunt in an attempt to be let off the pain of having her arse whacked.  And this looked a typical example, a feeble beating,

but with vigorous sex

However, some instinct stopped her turning it off; she knew Tony's tastes and this would have bored him as much as her

However suddenly thing turned for the better or worse if you were the actress.  With the girl strapped down, one of the blond bimbo's took out a spray can and showed it to the camera. Clearly

to be seen was the label Boar's mate

PheroMate(tm): PheroMate aids in the training of naïve boars as they learn to mate with dummy sows.  In independent studies, PheroMate has been proven to increase

vocalization, attentiveness and semen volume in naïve boars.  With the application of PheroMate, slower boars and most other animals with poor interest can be turned into

effective, breeding machines that will forcefully mate with  a dummy for sperm collection or even a different biological species

Well that was a turn up for the books, naughty old Tony.  She knew he was a devious bastard she didn't know he was into bestiality and forced at that.

And watched with batted breath as the blond discreetly sprayed the tied down bitch between her open legs the girl, who was quite obviously down to be doggy meat, jumped as she felt the

spray and looked annoyed

What the fuck was that, oh shit!  It smells awful.  That's enough, Abdul I'm not playing this game, and I don't need the money, not for this shit

The owner of the name said nothing and let the camera shot say it all, as it swung sideways and picked up a large dog being held in the wings by its grinning trainer

She took the cue and walked in with the dog

The bound whore let an astounded protest, what's going on Abdul I said none of your jokes, which changed urgently to.  Keep it away you bitch!  Saying to the trainer who had the dog on a

tight lead

As it got closer to the source of the odour, it shows all the signs of being frisky and the girl over the bench got the message clear and sweet as it mounted her from behind.

Just to make sure there was no misunderstanding the trainer bent down and whispered sweetly in her ear.  "Who's going to be the bitch now sweetie" and let the dog go

The horrified and terrified screech that shook the girl's body was unearthly, and actually made the dog pause and back away slightly.  But not for long.  Angie watching felt disappointed when

the penetration was quick and the shagging while fast and ferocious, lasted about 20 second only

But she was impressed by the reaction from the bound recipient of the dogs attention.  It was electric, she squealed, she shook, and not only from the bonking she was getting, she went

demented.  She had heard of girls doing their nut but her reaction was frenzied, so much so that she thought for a moment the new bitch was going to strangle herself in her desperate struggles. 

And she was impressed by the amount of jisam that was dripping on the floor after the brief coupling was over.

My God, if that sequence could be lengthened, so it carried more suspense, more anxiety, and the dog was pumping the girl a lot more effectively, possibly using two dogs it was a money-

spinner, the guys watching would be coming on the floor as they watched it.

As if to lead the viewer on Abdul spoke for the first time.  Enjoy that did you?  Well tomorrow, you're going to shag a pig

And the video stopped dead with a proclamation saying See Dianna Shagged Again And Again 

Order you video from FARMYARD VIDEO'S.  PRICES FROM $100 and gave a web address.  Discretion asked from and given to you, but not the brat who is going to get it.  Angie

switched of the video highly excited and with her brain buzzing

***

Running scared looking over her shoulder, for any sign of the kidnapper, not even bothering to finish her coffee, Honey almost ran to be a whore

Almost immediately, the door was opened by one of the girls who worked there, but she let her in almost instantly.  She was obviously expected as Angie quickly took over. 

You don't know what trouble you've caused, her face was red and she was angry, I knew you were trouble, when you took that spliff off Bob.  I can handle it you said, she paraphrased.  Well

handle this!  And grabbed her by the ear like a naughty schoolgirl and physically dragged her out the back into the beer store.

You do realise at the moment the plan seems to be to take you back to your flat, where I suspect you will spend a sleepless 12 hours, while they arrange your shipment.  Fancy that, do you?

The boss was not little pleased by my "Little Mistake" and told me to tell you that money you owe had just gone up quite substantially.  Because of the "that little mistake" he had to pay out

quite a lot to get a pickup crew urgently, then he had to phone them up and apologise.  That's four guys you pissed off in about half an hour, something you seem to make a habit of

And I had to apologise, and promised to pay it back.  Thanks to you that's £1800 thrown out the window, he was so angry, he swore and said, she was going to treat me like a common debtor. 

I've got three days to come up with the money otherwise, he'd run the business from his place, appoint one of the girls upstairs as manager, and relegate me to her bedroom

I thought he was joking, but it seems he was in deadly earnest, he seemed to take sadistic delights informing me that if I didn't come up to scratch as a whore, perform well enough to cover

those debts and the expenses.  He was going to get the guys to dress me in a lap dancing costume and cart me off to strut my stuff on the auction block.  Sell me on the Internet.  Believe me

you don't take that sort of threat from Tony lightly.  Bob, Tony and me might be good drinking mates, but they're both sadistic cruel bastards, nothing would give them more pleasure than

seeing me forced to wiggle my arse on the auction block, desperately attempting to look sexy , so that I was only sold for straight sex, rather than some perverted bastard who would enjoy

whipping a ex-brothel Madam.

So let me make myself absolutely clear, you're not going anywhere Madam, tonight you stay upstairs, and tomorrow morning you start work here.  Give me one "little more mistake" and that

"mistake" will materialise about 20 minutes later, in the shape of a white van with no windows.  That mistake will mean you minus your knickers your legs open in the back of a van, bending

over, ready to let the three guy's accompanying you, give you a damn good, three-day rogering.  And I personally will cane your arse so that you won't want to sit down even if they let you.

That money all £2500 plus the £1800 you just twisted out of me, has got to be earnt one way or the other, or one of us is going to pay the "Cold-blooded "way, and it ain't going to be me.

   That's a lot of money to make up, so you ain't going nowhere, I want to be able keep an eye on you, you start work now, and work to 12 o'clock.  You'll work hard or pay the consequences

There will be none of this silliness about what type of job you prefer, you will do as your damn well told.  If you don't act with all the enthusiasm  towards the job that I expect from my girls, or

I get one complaint from my punters, it's into my office where me and you and a cane will have a little talk.

At least six hard ones then we'll talk while you blubber.  After that.  One more so-called little mistake and I'll hold you upstairs and get my girls to strip you so you're ready for the escort to take

you away.  Without any money being paid off your debts.  You know what that means Miss, UNDERSTAND?

Yes said Honey in a suitably humble voice.  Good then we understand each other.  Tomorrow we start with a little training, and then you start work turning the guys on, and when there's no

punters for the girls upstairs, your upgrade yourself to blow jobs.  I've let it be known that you will be doing cut-price blow jobs for the next four days, that might cover a little of what you just

cost me.

With a bit of luck you'll be working almost a conveyor belt system.  So, when they come in, don't bother with any preliminaries.  All they want is something to spurt into and they'll go off

happy, that thing will be your oral cavity

Greet them, check what they want, Get on the job and undo their flies, kneel down, and get on with it.  No chit chat, just suck till they come, swallow it, and then get rid of them.

Swallow it; don't I get to use a condom?  No, listen I've already said they're all done bareback.  Don't I get a break said the new girl horrified.

Of course!  When they stop queuing, you can stop sucking

Amongst them, of course you'll get a few hand wanks.  Again, the rules are simple, lay them on the couch, go for their flies and get their cock out without too much chit-chat: put plenty of

grease on them, use both hands and give them a good hard but sensual wanking and then use tissue to wipe up the mess.  I don't want to cum all over the floor understand.

One thing I am very strict about.  I want efficiency I don't want a queue out there; I'm booking hand jobs in on 10 minute appointments.  Believe me if there is more than three waiting then I

know you're not up to the job and I need to see you in my office.  And you know what that means.  Honey gulped and could not help shifting her bum.  And talking of smacking bottoms

smiled Angie making it plain that what she was talking about!  That's another job you'll be doing.

Some of the guys like to spank a girl, so I hope you don't mind going over someone's lap, won't be many only two   or three a day, and then only light, unless of course they pay extra for

something more vigorous, then we let them use a strap

You're going to need to earn as much as you can, already Bob tells me the interest is going up.  I'm putting it around that we now have a submissive.  Not that we will do much in that area to

start with, so I'm throwing in a free anal job if they purchase for more than 36 smacks over a knee, or more than six of the best with a strap or paddle.

Honey went weak at the knees, and said cringingly, I don't do anal sex, and I hate it.  That's a shame she said mockingly. 

Well you do now!  If you know, what's good for you said Angie grimly.

Look Honey you're lucky I'm talking to you, if you hadn't picked up your phone and I hadn't put myself on the line for you, it wouldn't be one up your arse, it would be one permanently up

your arse in the next three days.

I told you right from the start ,Give me any trouble you're going to find yourself bent over a bar in the back of the van remember, and then you'll do anal with a vengeance and if you play up

while getting it so much the better, it will be just be one more sick thrill for the guys

     The boss had mobilised a crew to abduct you, don't think you would have even got out of that cafe , the Owner works, like a lot of people round here for the boss and he was looking

forward to a couple of hours in the back room of the cafe.

He had been promised he could have you till the others arrived and that guy would have whipped you, shoved an enema up your arse and fucked you hollow well before the guys took you for a

ride back to your flat to get your purse.  Now do you want the job or not?  If not, phone the boss and he can come and get you.

Oh, God Honey mumbled Ok I'll do it. 

Seeing sense at last, I see.  That's the spirit; keep your head down, between somebody legs, then you'll be out of this in no time she said spitefully

Oh I forgot, at least someone wants you, I've already had one booking for a tit massage, and I booked you in for 11 o'clock tomorrow morning.  He'd only paying £10, give you a chance to get

some practice, so don't mess about, push your tits around his cock and jiggle, you've got 20 minutes from time he comes in to the time he goes out.

Understand do we now.  You do not mess me about otherwise things get unpleasant.  Over there is that red gown, get your kit off and wait over there, pointing to a leather easy chair.

As soon as I have a client, I'll give you a buzz on the intercom.  I'll sort them out them into categories, charge them accordingly, you don't take any money, then if the Law comes in your just a

dirty little slut doing it for fun

Remember the punter is your long-lost lover, and just to make sure I'll watch you on the CCTV.  If I have to come in because you're not doing your job, you're going to get a hiding of your life,

from me remember.

If it's a simple job for the girls upstairs, I'll just use the buzzer.  above the buzzer  you will see two  light's, one red one green, you get a green light, it's a blow or hand job, doesn't matter which,

as long as the guys squirts his cum.  See the red light it means pain, prepare yourself for a smacked bottom .  The red light and the green light  mean to get the strap out of the cupboard ready

and you're going to do an anal afterwards.  Do you think you're addled mind can cope with that.

No light means no cum, if you see a green light  it means cum is involved, red means pain.  Just kick a eye on those lights, if you cause the girls upstairs to lose money, they will personally come

down and turned on the red light, and you won't want them watching while I use a cane on you

If the red light on how do I know when he's going to stop.  You won't, is the short answer that way you'll act more natural , scared and nervous always a good thing in someone about to be

punished .  He will pay a deposit which will cover a reasonable amount of whacks.  I simply listen out for a slap which means you being spanked, or a th-whack, which means the strap, and I

just deduct his account accordingly.  But no intercourse.  That's for the girls upstairs

At this, Honey panicked.  But he could quite easily want to give me 30 or 40, whacks and I don't think I can handle that.  Don't worry, as I said I'll be listening I've got a good ear, and if

necessary I will turn on the CCTV.  But I don't normally like to advertise its in use, scares off punters.  The cash side you leave to me, this is the early stages of this, and I might have to give

discounts.  Your only concern is to watch those lights.  There's no way I'm going to let him spank or strap you more than he paid for, if we do a deal for a large amount you'll soon know, he will

bring a rope in to secure you.

Secure me!  I'm not allowing that, it can be dangerous.

     Don't talk back to me Madam, said Angie angrily.  Remember one word out of place and I will be waving goodbye to the white cheeks of your arse nicely secured in the back of a white

transit.  Then they'll be nobody watching to see how much you will get, they will enjoy using a whip on you until you pass out.  I told you earlier, it's either you or me who are going to pay off

Tony's debts and believe me, it ain't goner-be me.  You take the strap if someone pays and like it, or you can have fun doing it overseas, where the more you scream, the more they like it

Now are you working or not?

Honey really didn't have to think about it, she had tried placating Bob, and had ended up miserable.  She had tried running, but had been headed off at the pass, and had come running back to

Angie in more trouble than she had when she started.

No, it would have to be Angie.  The thought terrified her, but as her friend said.  If she knuckled down, she could be free of them in a month.

But she didn't like this continual insinuation from Angie about the cane, somehow she knew the Angie had it in for her, not that she could do anything about it, Angie was looking to cane her,

all she needed now was an justification.  She wouldn't have believe someone could get pleasure in hurting someone but was fast coming to believe it.  However even she tried to compose

herself, in walked a customer into the pub, and looking up, she realised Bob had come into the bar.  Honey, went bright red, and asked him almost by disrespectfully.  What the hell do you

think you're doing here?  I said I'd work, and I'm keeping my promise.

.  Honey was stunned, as with a leering smile at Honey, Angie lifted the bar flap, and with a grand bowing gesture invited Bob into the interior; as if she welcoming a valued client, almost

completing the gesture, by saying "Your Carriage Awaits You".  However a very anxious Honey insultingly and horrifyingly interpreted it more like "We have a nice new Mare here, looking for

a ride are you?!" 

She added to the insult by introducing Bob to her , as if a VIP.  You know Bob personally don't you, leaving the vulgar insinuation unsaid.  Well after my panic phone call last night he decided

to drop in and check things were going okay.  He feels he has a personal investment in you, and would rather that came to fruition rather than see you disappear off into the distance in the back

of a white van.

Sorry to be so formal about it Honey, but as a caring Company, we have an obligation under recent employment legislation, to see that all new employees are suitably qualified for the job they

been employed to do.  With our Company business being slightly unusual in that we; create, and supply, a cure-all remedy for erotic dreams and fantasies, we have to make sure all our new

employees understand exactly what is required to nurse our clients through the therapeutic needs involved with curing lust, easing of perversions, and any other special needs

So Bob has dropped in as his position of "Training Manager" to make sure you have got the dedication we need from employees to competently carry out their new duties.  Basically Bob is here

to see if you're "fit for purpose," as like any good company we take our customers seriously, so take great care that any flawed merchandise, is quickly removed from the scene.  He will pay a

paying customer, you the therapeutic nurse, however if he doesn't get full satisfaction in relieving that lust, and full satisfaction for his other perversions, slightly more vigorous training will have

to be used.  This is got to be far more pleasant than simply disposing of you via, the white van recycling unit.  However if that is necessary, it won't happen immediately your creditors have

decided that a few days in the basement, you and a cane will recover the interest owing, then you simply go to the auction block for the best available price.  Now you wouldn't want that surely. 

Leaving again very strong insinuations which scared the hell out of Honey.

Well say hello to Bob, he's given up an awful lot of his leisure time to make sure your suitable, rather than recycle you via the block, you should be grateful he still has that interest after the way

you let us down.  Normally I will take your type on, but Bob allowed special arrangements in your case.

He has also you will be pleased to see, moved in to one of the spare rooms where he can keep a daily eye for the next month, on your progress so that the boss has no reason to suspect that you

might welsh on your debt, isn't that nice.  Then completely disregard the anguish on Honey's face turned to Bob and said

I'm sure Honey is very grateful, she's just not showing it at the moment.  Now she due to start work in a couple of hours time, but I'm not letting her anyway near a punter until I'm sure she can

cope with it.  What I need to do, is to satisfy myself she could do the basic job, the extras are not so important at the moment.  So what I suggests, is we retire to the room she will working in,

and we can run through a few basic scenarios.  Honey, strip off and get that gown on, Bob is going to go out at the door, and I'm going to stand here and watch you greet him.

  Bob grinned, sounds good to me.  I  just go out, count to 10 and then come in.  That good enough?  Your bit is not important Bob, I want to watch how Miss prissy knickers here reacts, I'm

still not sure she is going to be up to the job.  She is too prim and proper, too much higher class breeding if you ask me,  okay if you're looking for a Husband or a Sugar daddy.  But here she will

have just five minutes, to convince the guy, she is dying to get his rocks off.  Unless she changes her attitude, I really don't think we should spend much more than half an hour trying; better to

kick her crutch into touch, and get on with making some real money.

Okay said Bob, no skin off my nose really, just like to be a little more personal with her, rather than join the end of a queue.  I have some more personal tastes as I want to try it out on her.  Bob

went out the door, Honey tensed, you're almost sweating thought Angie, as they waited for her lover to return.

   As Bob came in the door, Honey stood up, instinctively wrapping the red gown around her and walked up to Bob and kissed him fervently on the lips.  Cut that crap, screeched Angie.  Where

the hell do you think you are, this is a Brothel not a middle class drawing-room.  I thought this was going to be a waste of time.  Let's try it again, Honey you're going to need to be much more

theatrical, let's go from the other end.  Let's see you go right over the top, then if it's too much we can turn you down, otherwise at this rate, you'll be working in your brothel while you still try

to get it right.

When Bob comes in, fling that dressing gown wide open, so at least as you run towards him he can see your tits bounce.  Then don't mess about, don't just kiss him, leap at him, jump off the

ground wrap your legs around him; grab a him by the neck and stick your bloody tongue down his throat.  You're a whore for god's sake.  Then Bob you can react,  you can either stick your

tongue back down her throat and turn it into a snogging session, or you can act the average punter by looking surprised, give her a good kiss,  untangle yourself, and let's see what Madam does

next. 

What you're supposed to do Honey, is slide down off his neck, and rub his cock.  What I don't want to see, is you sliding off in a huff.  You can either plead with him, to allow you to suck his

cock, or carry on with the overkill and undo his belt and trousers so we can all see how much erection Bob is actually experiencing.  Beg him to fuck you, like the Heroine in gone with the wind. 

If you can imagine even a tiny amount of that passion, then maybe there's a chance for you.

    Let's take it to that level Bob, then if she still can't manage it, you have my permission to put her over your knee and spank it.  No limits I want to see her cry.  No sweat grinned  Bob, I've got

a little memory I want to erase.  She told me to fuck off one day, How about spanking her till she apologises , begs me for it, like you said.  On her knees, clutching my legs, Scarlet in a scene

from  Gone with the Wind.  Ok that your next scene Honey, do that or you'll be doing it on the block;  in time to a whip. 

Bob then retired, 10 seconds later reappearing.  Angie watched Honey with interest, knowing that this type of outrageous behaviour was definitely not in Honey's repertoire, she was more the

cool, detached type, who had a shower after she'd been fucked, insisted on contraception and wouldn't do anal.  Now she needed to be a coarse Hooker from Brooklyn, fresh off the street

almost wearing a fluffy red and white Can-Can skirt from a musical, from which she thrusts her crutch, begging it to be fucked .

   In the end, Angie had to admit Honey was a bit of a go'er.  Though she didn't quite get to the theatrical musical effect, she put on quite a show.  As soon as Bob came in the door, she rose,

and without thinking ran towards him screaming, Bob, Bob I didn't think you come.  Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him fervently on the lips.  Bob enjoyed himself responding. 

Bending down and sucking hard on Honey tits.  Then the preliminaries over, she slid down his body, and fervently pawed at Bob's crutch.  Angie called a halt.

    Not bad she said over her thoughts, thought I'd stop you there, I'm sure Bob wants to fuck you in his own way, upstairs, with a little more privacy.  Up there, you can continue your practice,

maybe by taking down Bobs trousers, licking his arse, and wanking him off.  I'm sure you appreciate that Bob.  I can give you two hours to refine this young lady downwards into a decent

harlot, instead of a worthless malinger slut.  Then depending on how well she performs as a trollop, we let her continue her training possibly the expense of some of our punters.  Or let her

perfect her technique, in the back of the van.  Honey the rest of it is down to you then totally ignoring her said to Bob, 

What she will need is to be instructed in the proper way we do hand shandy's, you need to check her hand motion.  As she is giving full blow-jobs, no half-hearted sucking we will be doing

loads of those.  Two hours upstairs in Jennifer's room on the bed, should be long enough to give her basic introduction to what we do here.  Want to make sure she has a full understanding even

though she won't be doing any of it.

Get her to do missionary and doggy of course and it would be nice if she sat on your lap and of course include anal, if I remember rightly, she said quite often, "I doesn't do anal".  Well she

does now, often.  So much better if we change that Bourgeois attitude now rather than later.  However, one of the most important things is to give her a little experience of having her bottom

smacked.  Not too hard of course, she said winking at Bob out of sight of Honey.  Just hard enough to make her eyes water, give her some idea what we expect, when we add it to her portfolio

later on.  If you feel that any time you're not getting the right responses from what you're trying to teach her.  Spank her and make her do it again till she gets it right that, repeat it over and over

again till you are satisfied.  You won't mind will you Honey she said looking the girl straight in the face.  Will be part of your job later, being spanked and you would want to make sure you

behave appropriately wouldn't you.  Then again and grinned at Bob out of sight; knowing Bob's mood at the moment she definitely wouldn't be sitting down to eat her lunch after they came

down.  That's assuming she'd want lunch after swallowing the guys come.

She was quite sure that Honey was intelligent enough to realise that going over a guy's lap while his balls were still full could be a recipe for a painful larruping and would soon twig on it was

far better to reduce the some of the ferocity by giving him a complimentary wank.

Then once he was calm then go over his lap.

But let her find out the hard way.  Of course she would then have to oblige a second time, but that was all part of her customer service.

       

Nevertheless, make sure you redden her bottom more than a little, as I have a couple of guys who want to spank her, then once you've done that, adding crudely bluntly.  I'm sure Honey will be

grateful enough to let you give her a good shagging.

And then turning to a now ashen Honey 

Chop, Chop then girl your first client will be here in two hours and you'll need to have a shower after Bob's give you your little test.  Remember fail it and you're on your last chance, remember

that.  I don't want to have to give Bob another two hours with you.

Honey turned to Angie in disbelief; you can't seriously expect me to entertain this creep.  He's one of the reasons I'm having to do it.

Exactly said Angie and he's come to look after his investment.

Then talking to her like a naughty child said.  Upstairs now Madam!  And do as you are told.  Get your knickers off and give Bob no reason to tell me you need a good hiding in the office. 

Honey went puce coloured as she fought the anger, Angie soon put paid to that.

Unless of course she threatened.  You would prefer a little sleep-over in your flat, I promise you, and you won't be lonely.  Something, that is definitely on the cards if you give any trouble.

Bob watched with interest as Honey went ashen white and nearly vomited, and replied in a small voice OK

Angie turned to Bob and said.  There I knew there wouldn't be much of a problem; she is a very sensible girl.  Remember Bob I can only afford her to be out for two hours.  If she can't give you

a good time, then bring her down and we'll have a little talk and a little session in my office and then you can take you back upstairs again and she can try again.

But that's it, no more chances, we've spent too much time pandering to her foibles, she's got a hole between her legs like any other tart, let her start using that to get cash, in the back of a van if

necessary.

If my contacts are right, she is off to Saudi Arabia, I hope they do her good and she gets it big time .  So don't go easy on her, she brought it on herself with her arrogant behaviour, and from

now on,  her main object is to make me money, not her's

Honey had been listening incredulity written all over her face, and as Bob walked towards her started to plead and snivel.

Then watching horrified as Bob had advanced towards her around the end of the bar, and shuddered quite violently as he gripped her tightly by one arm.  Pushing her in front of him firmly her

mind went cold as she felt his hand stroking her backside.  Still sore is it?  Well it will be, until it's hardened up a little.  Won't take long; a couple of days and you're be able to take a real hard

spanking, maybe even the cane from Angie.

You'll find you will go black and blue, and it's going to be very unpleasant till you harden up a little bit, and enjoyed making Honey yelp by smacking her bottom quite hard.  Remember that, it's

how we started yesterday, and today I hadn't had any relief at all,, it's all waiting in there for you, you're going to need that shower.

Glad to see you're co-operating, my boss is insistent he wants a lot of his money by the end of the week, so the quicker we get this over and done with, the quicker you can get on and earn some

money.

I think it might be nice if we started you off with a leather belt, a lot of guys like using that and then we can play that game again.  You liked it last time didn't you?

You'd better be satisfactory, remember she will be watching.  And she's not kidding about that session downstairs I've seen her in action with a cane it's quite enlightening.  Believe me she will

throw you out to wolves if you don't make plenty of money for her.  Then there's really only one option, back to your flat for a night cup, and I'll invite a few friends around who will turn you

inside out quite spectacularly.  You'll love that.

Don't worry about Angie, if you let her down she'll watch you go out and might even suggest a few things you might like to try in the privacy of your own flat.  Like sitting on that Shivy!

Now who would you like to imagine me to be, Tom Cruise, Elvis Presley, Tom Jones, what about the Marquis de Sade?

Two hours later, a grinning Angie knocked on the bedroom door.

As soon as they had gone, she shot into her office and turned on the CCTV.  As soon as Bob had closed the door, she watched intently to see that he carried out her instructions strictly to the

letter.

Her instructions to him over the phone before he came round were explicit, no matter what his urgency, the girl was to know in uncertain manner that he was the customer and she was the

whore.

And watched spellbound as Bob made her satisfy those instructions to the letter.  No doubt about it Bob was a sadistic bastard, he definitely liked to "mind fuck a girl" before he screwed it. 

Keeping up the pretence, he made Honey greet him like a long lost lover.  He made her greet him at the door, and give him a long passionate kiss, then made her do it again but this time with her

hands on his cock.

Then after a fervent French kissing section on the bed in which he got his hands straight onto her tits and milked her as he kissed her then as ordered, she was dragged over his knee, and had to

wait while he admired her bottom before turning it a red colour.

She grinned as she watched the hand descend with one almighty whack!  And Honey's eyes first bulged fully open and then clenched tight on her body went rigid as it absorbed the sting.

Then instantly she got a second spank.  This time she twisted.  So Bob made her give up and started her French kissing again hands down the bosom, tits in his hand, and then the urgent and

violent smack across her bum.  This time she managed to stay still, and took six.

Then the urgency was obvious.  Tipped onto the floor she had to get Bob's cock out and give it head.

Without a word, he pushed her to her knees and, pushed her head down to his crutch, making her kneel, and held it there, waiting with her tits drooping out, till she took the initiative and

popped his cock out of his pants.

She could see from the new whore body language that it was only fear that made her accept that she had to undo Bob's flies and she grinned maliciously as Honey showed total loathing and

revulsion as her body shook in rejection of what she had to do next.  That will teach you to mouth off my girls!  And watch captivated as that mouth gagged and retched

The earlier play acting had its effect on Bob libido, it was almost instant.  Honey almost choked on the amount of sperm Bob had shot down her throat, and even before she had stopped

gagging, her body was contorting in a different way as Bob carried out the next sequence in Angie's orders

Bob had dragged her to her feet and with spunk still dribbling down her face, very firmly tucked her under his arm upended her and spanked her bottom while she yelped and twisted.

His ardour spent for the moment, he then took his time in putting her through her paces.  Angie watching got a great buzz out of seeing her being made act out the part of greeting him like a

returning sweetheart and made her practice rushing to kiss him as he came through the door.  Which looked quite ridiculous, as Bob was completely naked with a hard on that would have made

a rampant sheep proud.

She was staggered, that even after just shooting his lot into Honeys mouth the huge quantity of quite revolting liquid he produced when he made Honey give him a hand shandy.  No, wonder

the girls wouldn't touch him.  Then he took his time laying her on the bed and vigorously and crudely shagged the arse off it. 

Afterwards he instructed a well shagged Honey in her new role, treating him passionately.  He stayed completely detached, dispassionate, and made Honey work for every bit of exhilaration he

showed.  Each time she forgot to talk nicely to him or stopped stroking his legs while he sucked on her tits, he stopped her, rolled her over spanked her severely, and made her do it with even

more passion.

Surprisingly quickly considering her earlier reluctance Honey started acting like a lovesick maiden, taking the lead in fondling Bob's immense sexual tool.  And without prompting would bend

and caress, suck and drawl over his penis, almost showing delight in its size and hideously

And was seemingly blissfully let Bob finger her anus with a little oil ready for the coup de grace that Angie had specified.

However, Angie detected extreme tension and trepidation, in her body when he turned her around and gently but forcibly made her bend and present her anus for penetration.  She immensely

enjoyed the mind fuck as Bob stretched out the torture by adding a little more oil, gently inserted with a finger.

The front camera caught Honeys expression of horror and despair as the oily finger gently slipped up her back passage.

However, Bob prolonged the sadistic torture even more, by standing in front of her and pouring oil on to his penis immense sized penis.

When he disappeared from sight behind her, the apprehension and anticipation turned to panic and nearly got too much and Angie thought that Honey was going to have to clear up her vomit

from the floor.

The actual penetration which was prolonged and slowly done was exquisite and all that Angie had prayed for.

As it was slowly penetrated up her back passage Honey, tremble unspeakably as she felt her anal tube being stretched by the inmate size of the organ that was being pushed into it.

Honey had lied when she said she didn't anal; she was definitely doing it now

The picture of horror shock and distress on her cute proud face as he compounded the torment by sadistically bending forward and grabbing her tits and used them to pull on, forcing his crutch

forward, while he took his time in filling her back passage with his rock.

Then as Angie had planned, the actual stimulation of Bob's penis in Honey's back passage was prolonged and laborious.  Honey rocked backwards and forwards in time with the oscillating

penis stuck up her arse for several minutes, at which time despair and horror continually flicked across Honeys distorted features.

On the CCTV Angie was able to watch her having to deal with a third flood of fluid up her arse, which she did, head down and crying bitterly was very gratifying.

He then withdrew and gently pulling the blubbering young lady over his knee compounding her misery by spanking her arse while it was full of the enormous quantity of spunk.

Then even to Angie's surprise, dragged her to the bed where he proceeded to spread her legs and inserts his penis again into her body.  She almost fell sorry for Honey as unbelievably he shot a

second lot of grey slimy semen fluid into her vigina.  She knew that Bob proud of his ability to multi-ejaculate, but this was gross.

Then the two hours was up, it was time for Honey to start work.  Sensibly, Angie gave her time to recover, a large Scotch whiskey, helped calm her nerves and she gratefully dragged on the

doctored spiff that Angie gave her.

That over though, she went to do her first client with instructions to treat him like a long lost love or else with Angie watching her she could see she was getting randy from that last drag.

Well Love.  You're not going to get any.  You're going to bed tonight as randy as hell, even though your body is saturated with spunk

.

***

By one o'clock though Honey had a splitting headache, her mouth felt dry and she was starting to shake.  Desperate for some more drugs she asked Angie for another other hit.  And he smiled

quietly to herself and said .  Getting to you is it Love?  Never mind a bit more practice and it will get better, or worse depending on your point of view.

Honey's arm ached badly from all the vigorous hand wanking she had to perform on five guys one after the other and she still felt sick from the three messy blow jobs she had to go down on.

But the worst had been a spanking and blowjob from a punter who demanded a penalty of a second spanking if she did not reach his ejaculation and her swallowing point within three minutes.

Appalled she had checked with Angie to see if it was allowed and had been told quite abruptly, if she wanted the extra money, get her mouth down and her bottom up , a penalty would give

her a spur to get on with it.

Going over the punters knee was horrible and painful enough.  And as arranged, even as she struggled to swallow the resulting ejaculation,  she was dragged back over the punters lap for a

second dose of agonising pain in her bottom because the punter chose to relax and make her take 4 1/2 minutes.  She was now feeling thoroughly dejected and tender, but defiantly not unloved

Angie had the gall to congratulate her saying she had now taken £7.50 off her debt by that effort, and with a smile nearer to a leer passed over a fat reefer

Oh God only one 

That's enough for now replied her Mistress, you can have a good puff when you finish tonight.  ,

If you want another, one you'll have to pay for it, 

I don't care I need more than that, take it out of my earnings, 

OK said Angie and produced another one.  If that's what you want, but this stuff is expensive.  And this one you'll have to pay for.  She then unlocked the tin away saying no more till at least

suppertime, in mean time, there are six more clients waiting to see you

She watched as Honey dragged greedily on the reefer knowing that she was now on practically pure Crystal Meth's with just a little bit of cocaine to stop her getting too randy and that she

would be desperate to purchase some more within hours, just as she was getting ready for bed

After I cane your bottom properly, thought Angie looking forward to making the American bitch first pant as she was made to orgasm then screech painfully as her bottom was caned.  "Six of

the very best "laid on with vigour, after a rub up with a dildo will send you to bed in the right mood.

I've some bad news I'm afraid Honey.  It might be a good idea if you stayed here for a couple of days.

Why?  Said Honey, I cannot stay here, I have things to do and I don't have any sleeping things with me.  Anyway, I'm only working here until I pay off my debts.

Angie, said quietly I'm not sure how to tell you this,

But I phoned the boss to tell him that you had turned up for work, and he let slip that he had sold you for such a good price, that he would rather have the money in the bank now rather than

wait for you to work it off in here.

Once you've finished here, there's a man and a van waiting for you outside or perhaps I should say four men.  Have a good holiday.  Though I don't fancy where you're going.  He mentioned

something about an Arab country, and grinned.  They do donkeys over there, the girls.

Honey had gone white; you've got to be joking.  I thought we had an agreement, I work here, and he gets repaid from the money I earned.  It seems that all gone out of the window, perhaps

when you walked out, he thought you weren't coming back and clinched the deal,

Until I can sort this out, you had better stay in the bar, where you will be with people; they won't do anything in public.  Tonight I'll make up for one of the Whores beds for you, don't worry I'll

change the sheet

Secretly she was killing herself with laughter watching Honey panic, and enjoyed it even more as that panic was joined by indecision about staying overnight

God give me another shot said Honey, that was awful I had to pick one guys pubic hair out of my teeth, God I feel sick 

Angie had no sympathy and told her to wash her mouth out; her lips were still covered in cum.

I hope you did a good job; if I lose one customer, I'll hold you responsible.  Now that two shots you have had in an hour, at this rate you'll owe me money.

I don't care said Honey, hell that was hard work my mouth aches and I can still feel that bastards Dick in my throat.

Angie made Honey make her coffee, and quietly got satisfaction at the thought of Honey gagging on Derrick's cock.  She had specially invited him in knowing that he was the size of a horse.

As Honey brought her coffee over, Angie moved to one side and made her stretch and bend forward, and as she did so, Angie rested her hand on Honeys backside, getting a good buzz out of

the thought.

Very soon young lady, you're going be blubbering and sitting very uncomfortable on a Derry that had been a soundly spanked, leathered and then caned

Have you spoken to Tony; there must be some other way, you got to tell him to I'm working for you and that he will get his money very shortly.  If he has me taken away, I won't be able to pay

him back.  I'll promise I'll work hard, just don't let him pick me up tonight.

Don't think you'll find he'll worry about that, if he's got a good price for you he's quid's in.  I warned you, running away like that

Okay, okay, she said when Honey started to cry, but I'm not promising anything, I'm still liable to find myself in one of the rooms upstairs.  However I'll take a chance , at least if I do end up

upstairs, I'll know you are we having a worse time.

While I'm doing that, I want to see some money flowing.  There are guys in there who want warming up and then in half an hour and got a guy coming who wants to give you a spanking before

meeting the girls upstairs stop

Honey blasphemed, and started to cry, tiny little tears trickling down her young face.  How did I get into this?  What this guy going to do to me?

Oh, you'll earn your money.  A full over the knee spankings, then you bend for the strap, I want him nice and randy for the girls to quickly finish.  Remember just guard your arse, if he wastes it

up there and Carol loses that money, she will want her own back.  You haven't been caned yet have you?

Honey didn't answer

The girls here on average take home a £1,000 a week with the girls demanding you don't take their work we'll have to find you something different to do

Well serve you right I did warn you.  What am I going to have to do whined a frightened Honey

Well I know a couple of guys who are into something special, knowing Honey was definitely not going to like it.

One of them is into bondage, caning and golden showers.  That should earn you £300, and another likes to use a girl as a piece of furniture.  He will make you pose naked in any position he

fancies, and woe betide if you move.  He liked to stub out cigarettes in some very uncomfortable places.  That should give you another £300.

But that sounds hideous whined a tearful Honey.

Wait till he uses you a as a toilet and not only to pee into; then you have reason to complain.  He has a fascination for defecation.

Honey had gone pale; Angie ignored it and piled on the intimidation enjoying the sight of Honey in desperation.

Look Honey, this is nothing personal.  However, you know my feeling about people who take drugs and then find they can't handle it.

Stuff their head down a sewer, and let them enjoy the stench.  If you get pee up your backside and shit in your mouth, then that's tough you only have yourself to blame If I can't sort out Bob

then you'll be doing those two jobs believe me, whether you like it or not, .  However I've tried my best, there may be a way to get him to reduce the amount you owe or give you a bit more time

to pay don't be surprised if he uses it to his own advantage if he does you'll just have to put up with it with it

Ordinarily if I hadn't been a friend, the fact that you had to take a holiday abroad and spend it with your legs and anus spread wide I wouldn't have given a hoot.  And even now, I'm not quite

sure why I got involved.

However, the good news is I've got a good little earner for you set-up for tomorrow.  One of the guys heard about you being a model, so I showed him a couple of shot of the illicit photo-shoot

you held here, you know the one where you were flaunting yourself on the bar.

He has some fantasy he wants to play out.

It seems he wants to imagine you in Saudi Arabia, where you are caught by the religious police.  He will stop you in the middle of a photo-shoot; make you open your legs while he takes his

time giving you a good gynaecological inspection.

Then depending if he finds you're a virgin or not, either spank you over his knee for being promiscuous or bend you over for a good whacking with a leather belt for being a whore.

Should be a good laugh, it's unbelievable what some of these punters want.

You said something about Tony, said Honey desperate for any straws

Well said Angie it may be a way out.

I know that Tony enjoys a little bit of fun himself, it's not strictly pleasant, and in fact, I find it downright disgusting.  But he likes to keep a slave; he might take that in place of the expenses

you owe him.

You will still have to work here, as you ain't going anywhere until I have got as much money out of you as I can.  I don't take the threat of working in my own brothel lightly

But if I can get the agreement, you would spend some of your time including one night a week round his place playing fun and games in the nude.  He's got quite a dungeon over there.

But I can't do that, I know the guy,

I can put up with the fact I have to have to because of circumstances if I have to have sex with a stranger but with a friend, it's so personal.

Oh, it will be personal alright.  You'll be his personal slave.  However if they come for you tonight which they're still planning to do.  You certainly won't be sleeping in a luxury cruise cabin. 

Though, you will be in bed a lot.

As your cargo, they are liable to tie you down to a palette

So I advise you to look on Tony as a friend.  Ok.  A friend who will fuck but if your booked for a night of passion with him he might drop the sale.  Well as I said, it's up to you, normally by

now I would have kicked your arse out of the door, and been quite amused at the thought of you being fucked hollow in some foreign country to pay your debts.  At the least doing that, you

would be of use to somebody instead of leaching off of me.

There's no way you're going to be allowed to let me down again, if necessary, those two guys I'd just told you about are still looking for a good time.

I won't, I won't let you down, at least this way I've got a chance, and possibly it will only be to be for a short time then when I've paid back my debts I can get out of here.

Possibly, possibly mused Angie.  Now get your arse up stairs and give those girls a hand, I'll want to see your mouth dribbling in cum.  And now terrified Honey set out to unknowingly to have

deal with six Punters in quick succession for a blow job As Honey left she did as promised and dropped in to see Tony.

How's it going then, has the bitch had cum in her throat yet?

More than that, I've had her doing six blowjob in quick succession, she looked absolutely sick to the gills when she'd done that lot especially as one of them was Arthur.  And it's only day one

yet.

She's not had a good day.  First Bob spent two hours with her teaching her to be a blow up doll.  God it was hilarious, she had to bend over while he sodimised her.  Ugh, you could see the

excess cum bubble up between his prick and her arse.  God that guys gross.  Then she had to do Arthur after he got a hand job, he made her drink his piss.  He made her stare at his prick and

then pissed in her face, soaking her hair, and then slowly pissing down her face.  Then she had to open her mouth so he could direct it down her throat.  She spluttered but swallowed.  But it

gave her a belly ach

Now she had to end the day in my office, she's going to bed with a belly full of urine and a cane marks across her arse

Tony chortled.  God I bet that was awful.

Well when do  get her get her knickers down, I have got a couple of ropes and a nice low bench for her to bend over, I bet she is ready for a little bit of cock.

I don't know about that, she's terrified you're going to kidnap her tonight.

Nobody said that, laughed Tony.  You bitch!  What else have you told her?

That you've already sold her to someone abroad and unless she stays in the house until she paid off all her money you're going to have kidnapped as soon as she leaves.

She's terrified, Bob has already whammed it up her arse and it was something she definitely took exception too.  Quite enjoyed watching it, but don't want to do it too often it will take the edge

off of it.

God she squealed like a pig when she felt her arse bulging.  Believe me she's not so high and mighty now.  Angie looked at her watch; she starts again in two hours

You sadistic mare you enjoy tormenting her don't you.  Of course, however, that wasn't why I came round.

I've managed to get her to agree to be your slave, she's absolutely no idea what's involved of course.  And as long as it doesn't interfere with the money making side of the business, you're

welcome to her.

That's good of you, said Tony.

However, what are we going to do about the long-term?  I need to plan ahead.  Tony mused I've got several offers on the table and quite a few people are willing to pay for her to be transported

abroad.

I know you have quite intense passion about what she does when she leaves here, so have a look through these offers ,and tell me what you would prefer

.

There is a group in Saudi Arabia that runs a brothel for Arabs, and they have expressed strong interest, it seems they would pay well to get their hands on Honey Bradman, as there is a big

demand to make life unpleasant for Americans.  She would be made to take part in floor shows where she would be exhibited naked.  Flogged, that part should interest you as they use the same

short tailed whip as they do in the prison's, lashed across their backsides, then in front of a cheering crowd dominated by a big black African who would use the stun gun to make her perform

satisfactorily.  As we spoke about before I can get permission for you to enter the country so you can watch her getting jolts of electricity up her backside as she is being raped.  This happens

once a week the rest of the time she will have quite a good time being a concubine to one of the Saudi Arabian Princess.

Angie grinned.  Funny I'd just threatened her with a fictitious Arabian job, told her she might have to have intercourse with a donkey.  Seem to put her off the whole idea

Or, the other option so far is replied Tony ignoring her.

I've had a other good offer from a whore house in India, there she will do all sorts and in great quantities for about a dollar a day, life expectancy about nine months, as she will be doing quite a

lot of lowlife and she will very quickly become riddled with all sorts of vernal disease.  They said they would take care of her corpse, so we don't have to worry about that.

Knowing India, her corpse will most probably end up in the stomachs of the local dogs.  It seems suitable for me, the Bitch being swallowed by a bitch

Angie hesitated, definitely not wanting to let Tony know she had been through his personal effects.

Well I've been thinking.  I had a friend who had this video, where the girl was made to take part in a rape scene only it wasn't a normal rape saying, but it was to my mind much more enjoyable.

And said Tony?  Knowing that Angie knew exactly what she had in mind for Honey.  He just hoped it wasn't too expensive

Well the girl was set up to do animal movies, you know with dogs etc., I thought of it when I was threatening Honey.

I just thought it might be a disagreeable shock for poor Honey coming from such a cultivated background.  Tony was interested.  Seen a couple of them myself quite exciting I find them

excellent especially if the girl has no idea what's happening.

So could you arrange it, it just the ideal situation for poor Honey.  She says she doesn't like being pawed by the punters; maybe she'll like being pawed by a big black guard dog with a big Dick.

My, my Angie you really have it in for the girl don't you, no said Angie defensively, just like to see the girl gets the best out what life she has left.

I was thinking, from what I have been reading.  The boys like to see the shock and terror and the misery in the girl's face, makes them feel quite randy.  So it's important for her to think she's just

being safely installed in a brothel.  If safely can be used in that situation

That's enough to make her feel nicely dejected, miserable and scared.  Then let's see how she behaves with a big black wolfhound around

***

Where do you think you're going young lady?

Upstairs to bed, I'm exhausted.  No, you don't, after the trouble you gave me today; we've got a session in the office. 

Please Angie, I've had a hard day.

Angie ignored her.  Get your arse in the office now, no buts.  And get the cane from the cupboard; I warned you I didn't take lightly being threatened with my own brothel.  I want to see you

bending over touching your toes.  No half measures, touching your toes.  Then I am going to teach you what it's like to feel the cane across your bottom.

Move it now.

A chastened Honey, far removed from the arrogant American who had boasted that she would die rather than work in whorehouse went into the office and with tears rolling down her face,

bent over waiting for Angie to cane her.

Angie wasn't prepared to rush , Honey had it coming to her ,it would do her good to have to wait in anticipation and misery , pulling herself a gin, from behind the bar she contemplated just

how hard and how many she was going to give her.

She had to work tomorrow, but she could do that no matter how much her backside was welted.  Yes definitely got to be three sets of six.

With her mind now set on a number, she strolled into the office.  Honey as expected, was bend over in the middle of the office, not only bent over but touching her toes,

Good said Angie but then totally ignored trembling girl, and walked past her and pulled open a drawer.  In it, were a selection of canes running from the ultra-thin almost a switch, to a thick

wooden stick that was used in Korea even now to smack young schoolgirls bottoms?

She hefted it, remembering how she had watched a 15-year- get her bum smacked in front of a Korean class.  The teacher hitting her quite soundly and repeatedly while the girl twisted and

writhed.  But rejected it as being too crude.

A smacked bottom must not only hurt, it should also sting unbearably, and that was the important bit.  The sting would linger, and could be built on so it became more than unbearably, it

became excruciating agony.

That was more she had in mind for Honey, the bitch was going to get the biggest hiding she's ever had in her life before she went to bed and tomorrow she'd make sure, she was nicely

traumatised by having to service with her mouth and her tongue, at least 20 punters.

.

Selecting a medium-cane with plenty of flex, she swished it through the air as she watched Honey's eyes.  Total disbelief showed in her face, and she said disbelievingly, you're not going to use

that on me are you.

Angie didn't reply just flexed it again and grinned at Honey.

Then walking behind the bent over girl stood behind her expectantly.

Making Honey experience major anticipation was half the fun.

Speaking for the first time since she came in the room, she admired the bum she was going to beat.  Ever been beaten with a cane she said?  Knowing the answer before it came.

, Only by Bob came the quivering answer.  When that was said Angie?

A couple of days ago,

Oh when he made you pay the deposit, oh that would be just a light one, this one is going to hurt and deliberately laid the cane across where Honey's tightly stretched jeans cuddled her slim

backside.  Honey acted appropriately by quivering, closing her eyes around which tears crept.  Angie noticed the lack of arrogance in her voice, the bitch is scared and so she should be.  But first

let her wait just a little longer while she indulged in her latest fantasy.

Imagining a bare bum, her legs slightly open, so that its pussy poked out and was easily visible.  Must make sure it was freshly shaved.

And standing behind her its legs quivering in lust a dog its nose outstretched and enjoying the aroma, suddenly its rear legs tensed, and it stood up resting its big front paws on Honey's,

increasing the tension quivering through her body.  The bitch is waiting to be fucked she thought to herself, I hope it's all that she expected to be.  Revolting, degrading and thoroughly

unpleasant.  God that was going to be a shock for the girl, she might do something degrading here but that will really blow her mind and gently ran her hands round the girl's bum and gently

stroked her between the legs.  Maybe it would be better if she got it from the back like a proper bitch should, makes it more natural and more bestial like. 

Na-a, make her watch it clamber up her, that way you can see her face as she's split open, and ran her hands up the girls slit making Honey quiver.

Bringing a mind back to reality, right Slut, I'm go to give you six of the best across the seat of your jeans as promised then we'll see how you take a final six across your bare bum.

However, picking up a chalk, and drawing a line her around the bent over woman said, if you move out of this circle, I'm going to give you six more.

Knowing perfectly well that once the cane struck, there wasn't a Hell's chance of her keeping still.  And then going back, unable to keep her mind off of the thought of a pig sticking its Willie in

this American slut, undid Honeys blouse and fumbled with her bra until her tits hung down like melons.  With that, she picked up the cane, and with Honey, trembling violently measured it

across the Yankee Broads tightly bent backside.  No flicking of the cane this time, she got it full-bore.  The Th-Whack- can be heard in the street.

What followed could have been heard a mile way if the Office hadn't been in a cellar below ground and like the first room thoroughly sound proofed.

Honey shrieked, her hands shot to her backside her tits waving violently and her eyes tightly clenched  shut, and she stood up her mouth opening and closing as the pain swept its way it up her

body.  Angie felt herself go wet to between the legs, this is what gave her the buzz she missed.

She knew that little tickling that Bob had given her, had not given her the even slightest inkling how much a properly administered cane stroke hurt.

She would have been expecting pain , this was Agony, and it would linger, stinging and throbbing for several minutes.  By the time, she had been properly dealt with, she would be crying with

pain and it would last all night.  Tomorrow she would feel suitably terrible and have to put up with doing more blow jobs

Angie stood there and waited.  It took almost a minute for Honey to gain some form of composure.  Whereas Angie pushed hard on her head forcing her to bend over again, telling her if he she

stood up again she would take the rest on a bare backside.  Pleading, Honey went down and resumed her position,

Don't make a fuss girl.  That was just for starters.

And again adjusted Honeys breasts so that they were nicely pointing down.

And wondered if there was time to get her pregnant before they gave her into the dogs.

Just think dog spunk up the arse, then with milk, dribbling out her tits let the dogs suckle on her, that would make the bitch really feel like the dog she is

And rubbing her hands over the girls quivering bottom enjoyed the feel of the welt under the cloth.  God that must have hurt.  Thwack!  Again, the rattan cane creased the seat of the newly

hired help's bottom.  Angie watched those jeans crease and got quite kick thinking about it what was happening to the flesh inside.

This time Honey managed to jump violently as the cane bit her in the bottom.  But her eyes clenched shut   Again she let out a unearthly has screech, though this time muffled as she tried to

contain it.  Angie gave it a second or two to let the pain really soak in and then hit her twice one after the other.

As expected Honey lurched about, her eyes clenched shut and her arms flaying.  When she calmed down, she was well outside the circle.  Angie quietly told her.  Come on, jeans off, I warned

you.  You don't listen do you?  The desperate Honey beseeched Angie not to give her anymore.  But that wasn't Angie's game.  Honey now crying bitterly, struggled to get her jeans off, while

trying desperately to contain the stinging pain that was still emulating in her arse.

Making small talk while Honey prepared herself, she said it.  Some girls' quite like this, seems to set something trembling between the legs, funny as far as I'm concerned it's just sheer pain.

How's it to you girl?

Trying to make light of it Honey whispered hoarsely.  At the moment, it hurts like hell.  Go-do said Angie that's just the reason I do it.  Bend over I'll give you the last two then I'll give you a

rest.  But you don't move you don't stand up, because there is 12 more coming.  I think it might be a good idea if we introduce you to a little bondage, otherwise we'll be here all night.

When she bent over, Angie clipped a couple of securing clasp around her wrist, the other end she clipped securely to her ankles.

Now with just a shirt on, and that open, she wasn't going anywhere; Angie's mind turned to the puppy making that was coming this girl's way.

Bending down she gently open the girls love slit, and started masturbating the girl's clitoris.  You haven't had a orgasm today have you.  Shame and with you feeling so randy.  Stand still and

let it wash over you, you'll find the sting in your bottom is stimulating your juices; you might even come to associated a stinging bum with arousement.  It's unlikely, but it's your best hope of

getting something out of being caned, all the time imagining Honey having sex with a large randy canine.

Honey went into spasms, God that good; I don't know what's the matter with me, I've been so randy of late.  Told you a good caning can be nice, I just find it hurts like hell as it's supposed to

Peggy decided there and then that she would forgo a lot of her profit.  She couldn't wait to see this girl with a dog's penis jiggling in and out of her breeding orifice.

Tony could have her for a month, and then his little slave was going to get her true come-uppance.  She could most probably do one or two more videos before she was good for nothing.

With Honey only having a shelf life of the year anyway, better she used that time being turned into a well piece of fucked dog meat, making her a true bitch.  Not bad, from female American

Pimp to the inside of a Dogs guts, being digested, in three easy lessons.  It would take a couple of weeks to get her abroad, and then she wanted her to feel relaxed in her new profession.

Then the rest of the time she had left could spend writhing under the amorous advances of various types of farm animal; interesting if she actually had puppies or piglets

.

By this time, Honey had shook and trembled twice while Angie's probing fingers brought her and twice took a climax.  That enough pleasure now.  And took aim again with the cane.

Already her backside was turning a horrible shade of puce, across which you could see clearly see the welt's that the cane had raised.  She quickly added six more.  This time with the pleasure of

actually seeing the skin crease as the cane wrecked its owners flesh and composure.  Yeah watching her suck cum was all right, and it was nicely degrading, besides making her money, but a

randy canine was going to rutting her as soon she could arrange it. 

The cane rose and fell remorselessly.  Honey squirmed, wriggled and screeched as each well deserved stroke took its toll on her derriere.

Eventually, Angie was satisfied with the night work and sent the now thoroughly whipped girl to bed.  First giving her a big dose of heroin as a painkiller to make sure, she was fit to work to

tomorrow.

Angie had Honey working hard, for the next 8 weeks she rose every day at 8 pm, washed showered and came down to breakfast.  From there she had to go in a civilised mood and appearance

to start greeting customer at 10.30 pm, show any sulking and she was fined payment from the first two clients.

A typical day was 14-16 customers, With the 3 girls doing one customer every 1/2 hour at busy times.

While they waited for a girl to be free, Honey had to greet and amuse them with her beaming smile, plenty of fondling and kisses and embracing, then sitting them on the sofa slipped a delicate

and eager hand into the flies of their trousers and begin masturbating them.  This must be done in a controlled manner running a fine line between jerking the guy off, insuring the guy was ready

to pass on to the girls to speedily finish the job of draining the milky coloured sperm from their testicles.   

However, the girls upstairs were quite put out, as they were not consulted over Honeys employment.  In revenge for having to work twice as hard, if for any reason Honeys administrations were

not completely successful in getting the guys randy and ready to bang someone.  Honey would find her body being used as further sexual stimulus, held over one of the prostitute's knees her

backside would be hand spanked until it was deemed the guy watching her was hard and ready to go.

Between theses "hand maiden chores", she undertook any straight "Hand Wank" or "Blow Jobs", again greeting the customers with her brilliant smile, a passionate cuddle and just 15 minutes

including, a heavy petting session, to get them to shoot their lot in her hand or down her throat. 

Take longer and Angie award her a black mark, which were accumulative and exchanged once she had earnt six, for red marks across her arse, from Angie and her cane

Working as expected a full 12 hour day, during her half an hour dinner break Honey whinged constantly complaining to Angie that she found the work disgusting revolting and horrible but

appreciate she had no choice.

Angie keeps up the pretence of being sympathetic to her plight by giving her a cash bonus each time she performed a practically nauseating task well.

Emphasising just how much money she was able to pay it off her debt and though she hated the work, how each customer got her nearer to being free.

Then discreetly deducted twice that amount for drugs

However she slyly implied that though she didn't like to punish her in the office as often as she did, it was the only way to insure the boss didn't tire of her small amounts she was earning.  She

was always having to convince the Boss that he wouldn't get his money back any faster by white slaving Honey abroad for straight cash. 

You think I enjoy caning you in my office, if I let it be known you weren't pulling your weight, he'd have you abducted tonight

I know it's painful and you don't like it, but I subsidise your earnings every time I cane you by putting £100 of my own money into your debt fund, she blatantly lied.

Being friends, at least that's something I can do to help you from yourself, knowing if they get you abroad it won't be hand jobs, you will sit with your legs open permanently.

She couldn't stress strongly enough that she was still in great danger, as it was still on cards that the Boss would tire of the small amounts she earnt and was still insisting she pay back the money

by having her sold abroad.

One of the humiliations she loves to pass Honey way was Tit Wanks, relishing the sight of Honey desperately trying to show enjoyment as she got a load of cum in the face.  However, after one

disgusting episode in which she swore at the guy, a session in the office and six hard ones across her backside with a strap soon convinced her to be a much better and more convincing Actress.

Three times a day she was allowed to purchase drugs to keep up her addiction to Crystal Meth's, With Angie enjoying sending her out as "randy as hell"; then watching with satisfaction as she

suffered abject sexual frustration as the punter stroked and played with her tits.

Her head or hand trembling with frustrated desire, jerking up and down between tensed male thighs, trying to concentrate on releasing his ardour, returning the passion and getting the customer

ejaculated spunk in her hand or down her throat as a reward: endeavouring to keep ahead of earning a red strip on her arse.

The corporal punishment side went well with at least two customers a day paying to give her a good hiding over their knee with a strap and receiving the free blow job.  For that, she receives the

princely sum of £5, which was used to lower her debt

A couple of times she was caned by a punter's who was crafty enough to pay for lubricating her throat and then complained she had been cold and distant.  

Angie made her pay for those two ways.  The first by telling Honey to bend over the table allowing the punter to cane her bare backside six times, as hard as he felt she deserved,

Then with her arse stinging badly made her take the client back upstairs and dutifully suck his cock and swallow his cum a second time after first informing she would be fined £100.

However with to the sale of her body well under way to a overseas brothel, Angie was content to keep her arse sore but relatively blemish free, she didn't want her adapting to be beaten, much

better if her arse was kept soft but very sensitive.  That way misery and despair was kept to the maximum

Bob visited her twice during the day as a right, to empty his balls in her carcass and fucked her up arse every night before she went to bed.  Something Angie watched avidly on the CCTV

monitor.  And every Sunday night Tony used her as a slave and Honey experienced a whole week's orgasm in one go.  But she hated the long, long days in the brothel

Everybody was having fun, except as planned, the "New whore".

Eventually Angie decided, that she couldn't wait any longer, and arranged for Honey to be sold abroad, they came for her one morning, and her face when she realised that her time was up and

she was now about to be white slaved, was comical.

Angie had let her finish her breakfasts, and then watched as the terrified girl was wrestled to the floor, and because she was being crated for abroad, the boys had a little bit of rough fun with

her on the kitchen floor.  Stripped naked, her tits flapping in terror, her legs were pulled apart, one ravished her between the legs, and the other raped her mouth.  When all six men had given her

something to remember England's with, her long lean young body, was lifted horizontal.

One stood between her legs, one straddled her chest, and the third lay on the floor his dick ready to impale Honey up the arse, in this position she was lowered until all three members were

fully engaged in violating her.

The boys exhausted and needing a rest, Angie got them to turn the now limp and unresisting wretched girl over and having her stretched tight, proceeded to whip the girls backside.  which soon

was at wriggling squirming and he twisting violently as she lashed a short Martinet across the girls rump then with the guys refreshed had her turned over again and " roasted" twice more on

three separate penises

Then well shagged, beaten, crying hysterically, the new whore was taken out and so confident of none discovery, the van doors open and Honey saw a sight that scared her witless.  Inside sat a

guy with a penise bigger than even Bobs , and to was erect and threatening however what really scared her was the stet of head stock to hold her while travelling she struggled but the guys were

to experience in moving unwilling whore , her head went in the head stock.  As soon as she was clicked in, her bottom felt the first of many lashes and her birth canal was stretched to beyond its

limit.  Angie listened to the agonised wailing and smirked.

Held in a villa in Spain, for three-day she was allowed to recover, then suitably dressed in a short lewd pole dancer's costume put to an auction sale.

Being sold to the highest bidder for £250,000

The sale of Honey brought in a massive two hundred thousand pounds, of which Angie paid out six thousand repaying a debt and a favour she owed to a colleague to Van Druga.

Contacting the seller, she came to an arrangement that she had access to Honey in the transfer house she had been transferred to in Spain, as she had a little personal grudge with the girl.

The buyer was in perfect agreement as long as she paid a holding fee.  Angie was slightly annoyed at losing that sort of money but Honey would pay

A Dutchman, he occasionally supplied Angie with young girls who were being brought into the country for prostitution and had started to get a little stroppy when the previously agreed a work

of being a dancer did not misunderstanding she would be there personally to sort out the mistakes.  Angie slyly boasted about Honey's sale to an overseas production team hoping to impress

Van with her ruthlessness.

She knew he was into all sorts of white slaving, and while Romanian dancers were grand targets, she would give her eye teeth to get hold of a refined white freshly kidnapped university

student of American or European origin and give her a proper hiding with no worry about are complaining as she would be working clandestinely abroad.

And then had promised that he would look into his contacts depending on how well Honey performed.

Angie had Honey brought in and for exhibition; purposes had her dressed in tight jeans, sexy tight jumper, which nicely complemented the twin curves of her arse exquisitely.  To demonstrate

her servility, she had her handcuffed and enjoyed forcing a ball gag into that curvaceous mouth that had so mesmerised Bob.  Stumbling into the room her frightened eyes betrayed the fear she

felt, the trembling of her body the trepidation.  She had absolutely no idea why she was in the room dressed and bound and she was, but her intuition said it wasn't for her pleasure.

Ben eyes lit up at seeing such an exquisite Yankee bitch being humbled.  She looked and moved like an ex-model she was.  Angie went up in his estimation.  Relaxing in his easy chair, he

watched as she was paraded for his approval, which was very much evidence much to Angie's relief.  Van she knew could be very temperamental he had a fearsome reputation, always better to

stay on the side of this type of guy.

You're right he said not a bad piece of cunt is she, looks like my trip might be fun.  And lazily beckon to have Honey brought closer and gripping her hips turned sideways so he could inspect

the target area.

Exquisite arse Angie!  As you know along with long legs and a tight cunt these are my weak points.

And ran his hand slowly but with evil intent, Honeys quivering stimulated him.  He then deliberately stroked the girl between the legs, deliberately pressing up so he could feel the outline of her

sex lips.  No knickers then?

Of course not grinned Angie, knickers are only for good girls protection, bad girls don't get that privilege.

He continued to run his hand quite evilly over the curvaceous backside and complemented it with the other hand rubbing Honey's crutch.

To recollect he said, not really for his benefit but for Honeys enlightenment to pay it off that favour you owe me, I get four hours to put her through her paces, and that includes me giving her a

good hiding, with possibly the strap,

I'd like that; it makes such a lovely sound on the girls arse.  And my speciality the martinet, she gets that not only across the arse but I get to pin the nipples of her tits.  And of course, we finish

with the cane.

Ah well, don't forget, said Angie with a slight hesitation she gets to play and suck whatever body fluids you want when and where, and you can do her up the arse as many times as you want. 

The only limitation is of course that she isn't permanently damaged in any way and any marks don't last more than the two weeks she is with me.

My only reservation is the cane, I don't want her to show any real physical marks, and you can't fuck her she said with some trepidation for that you need to purchase twelve cane strokes.  It's a

special offer I have.

Van seem to accept this, much to Angie's relief; she had been worrying about mentioning it all day.  The guys seem quite reasonable about it after all

The client's eyes dropped to Honey's crutch, a question mark on his lips as he said.  Isn't she down for special,

Angie quickly and very abruptly interrupted.  Due to participate in porno movies!  Yes, it seems the purchaser feels that she would be absolutely perfect, with her model figure, for that sort of

role.

She was bought by a syndicate who besides keeping her as a bonded whore, intend to make her repay that sale price by if necessary forcing her to jiggle on guys cocks for as long as it takes to

pay back that amount.  Poor girl she can't manage money she always seemed to be in debt.  Van laughed at the sarcasm.

Unpleasant!  Whispered Van lust in his voice.

Well she has had her chance now her assets had been seized and they are going to jiggle exceedingly hard to pay for its past pleasures.

How long, said Van huskily?

Eight years, eight long years of arduous shagging, grinned Angie, but I heard that she's popular they going to get her specialist work she might get away with less than a year if she knuckles

down and does what she's told me it won't be easy.  You don't get cheap work in this business; you only get paid for what you do.  And winked at Van, desperately trying to retrieve the faux

pas he had made over trying to charging him for shagging her.

We did add a rider to the action as she is not your usual whore material, we took compassion on her and added that she be broken in slowly before being used for videos.  Help her get her mind

around the fact she was now prey, not the hunter.  Seems they have put her in a charitable organisation that runs sex clinics for inhibited people and rapist.  Run out of mental hospitals and

prisons, it helps people acquaint themselves more with the more mechanical approach of sex, rather than the theory

Her chore basically a simple, she is a live model, with which they can investigate it close up female genitalia, practice techniques of female masturbation, gain an insight into the shape, type and

texture of the vagina through physical contact, and of course gain practice in shagging, buggery and oral sex.  She will do three groups of six offenders a day.  Rise at eight for breakfast, prepare

herself for romance by slapping on the slap and paint, and then with a session at nine till eleven.  One from 1 to 3, and the last from 5 to 6 in evening, enjoy being mauled, giving oral sex and

being shagged hollow up the backside and vagina.  She will be allowed to relax kneeling over a bench , and with a instructor directing examine the vigina, feel the cervix , find the clitorises, see

the vagina wet on maserbation and finally experiment  with penetration up the vigina and into the anus,

Finally the session will end with honey giving a practical demonstration of deep throating to all group members, and the use of a leather belt on the buttocks, rather than a cane.

Should keep her amused and help cure her of that neurosis hang up of hers, of not wanting to be a Hussy

Van felt his cock stiffen painfully as he imaged the crack he was fondling still being full of heaving throbbing cock.  But not human cock and he fantasised about the horror and disgust the

body in front of him was going to experience.  He could imagine her writhing and squirming in a ghastly sordid frenzy under the rapistic attention of some farmyard beast.  Determined to warm

his bestial cock inside her, its dull animal mind single-mindedly determined to make Honey breed and drop its offspring

Van felt his mouth go dry as Honey continued to squirm as her sex organ was abused; Van leered at her tormented and distressed face, her mouth working desperately at the gag as she tried to

protest.  If this upsets her, how would she cope with a big fat boar using her as a mattress for shagging, watching as it lumbered towards her its cock stiff with lust and screaming dementedly as

the animal determinedly mounted her, determined to service her as a slightly deformed Miss Piggy who was going to bear his piglets.  Now physically sweating, he yanked open the fly of

Honeys jeans,, showing great lust, he worked his way into a warm cosy hollow, Honey jerked in horror and anticipation, Van grinned as he felt the girl attempt to back away, but a strong push

on her arse soon let her know that wasn't allowed.  Surprised, he grinned at Angie, flighty little bitch isn't she for a whore.

Well that's a slightly longer story, said Angie.  As I say, the bitch can't handle money but from what I gather, she never earned any by that method.

   If I remember rightly she swore that never in a million years, could she even think of renting out of her pussy?  He couldn't stand having strange men paw her she said.  Well that's all changed

she said grinning broadly.  Eight years on the game, what a turn up for the books.

Van looked at her appreciating her humour, and squirmed his hand in deep into the pussy that would soon be for hire to some of the most licentious animals around.  Must get a copy of the

videos, the slut would be more than devastated, she will go mental and wondered what it must feel like to have an animal's Dick inside you, especially if you weren't naturally a tart.  Physically

of course, it would be no different to a human screwing, a piece of meat inside you is a piece of meat, but mentally she would squirm even before the hideous thing actually penetrated her, the

emotional shock would be appalling.

   Hopefully the video would catch the actual depravity of the action, hopefully she would entertain him by starting to screech in panic desperate to avoid the encounter before she even realise

what the inevitable outcome was designed to be.  God she would wet himself if she actually freaked out because the cold nose and tongue slurping on her face, with its unspoken innuendos of

much more degradation to come.

   He had read somewhere that some animals at a higher temperature than humans and its ejaculation was felt as a hot jet , others were colder than humans, well she would know when she was

creamed,, ice creamed possibly.

And in some animals, the penis was so large and stiff because it had a bone in middle that it acted like a pump forcing the come in front of it like a piston in a cylinder.  I wonder what it was

like to have your cervix ruptured by high-pressure jisam.  Not only revolting but damn painful.

It was mainly dogs that had bones in the pricks, though it was, he thought present in a lot of mammals.  It gave them a genetic advantage, agape was more easily done when you're not waiting

for your prick to harden.  If Honey tried any of the female tricks like tensing her muscles, it would just split her like a spit it; must be a bit like being impaled on an oversized toothpick.  It would

be definitely interesting to see her fucked by a bony penis and then turned over so she could enjoy a similar sensation as her arse was literally pricked by an animal's prick

Pity nature wouldn't let them follow it through and make her carry some bestial foetus, though he had heard that the ancient Romans had some success in the arena when having female

criminals raped by animals was all the rage.  Now thoroughly randy, withdrew his hand turned Honey to face away, and whacked Honeys backside viciously with his hand.  The unexpectedness

of it made Honey buck in violent discomfort, a muffled Ouch,  which made his cock rise even more?  Keep still bitch I haven't started yet.

     His hand slipping inside the girl's crutch again.  Ready to give her a good fucking, and smiled as Honey associated twelve strokes of the cane in the special offer, No that's not really my

forte, I'll get that from any of my girls.  I was just checking her for size, it definitely looks as if she had only used it for pleasure not much sign of abuse from clients.  In fact, she is quite tight,

has she had it up her recently.

No I don't think she has , unless she's been getting a bit on the side , knowing her hatred of being pawed, when she worked in the brothel, I thought that would be too much, so I gave her all the

blowjobs, the messy stuff, let the guys paw her, but not giving her the release of an organism.

I believe Tony fucked it a couple of times, and of course Bob when she was new rammed that great big Dick of his, but lately he was restricted to splitting her back passage.  She had such

hypersensitive feelings about being a whore; I thought I would save her feelings.  You bitch said Van, you knew she couldn't mentally take being sold so you've made her do it voluntarily

without the satisfaction of any release, she must be randy by now.

I was only trying to save her mental distress; you can't blame me for that she quipped.

Well I'm going to change all that now,

Angie hesitated, before she spoke, she could sense tension in the air, and was being badly disturbed by it.  Look Van, I made a mistake trying to charge a screwing fee, must be the stress of

what's gone on recently.  If you want to fuck her, I don't have any objections, as I say the only objection is that she had not hospitalised.  Cane her, fuck her, Van interrupted her abruptly, I'm

going to fist her he said unexpectedly and very abruptly, just what she needs

Well yes!  Said Angie at this unexpected turn of events.  That should make the bitch's eyes pop.

Honey let out a global screech that even the ball gag couldn't suppress or stop .  Yeah make a good glove puppet I think, open her up a little for the beastie

Angie's eyes flashed a warning.  All sorts of beasties out there in a porno game.  He countered, don't worry I know what I'm doing.  Just make her stand in the corner, spread her legs and I'll do

the rest.  Once I've finished with her she will be a loose fit for a donkey.  However, she is young and within a couple of days she will shrink down nearly as good as she was.  Then no matter

how big are next client is, she be ready to expand, he said winking at Angie.  Make her last a little bit longer

I'll sanctioned that said Angie catching on, always felt the Little Madam was getting away easy with only eight years, I felt she should employed in the trade for life

So I take it you approve, sneered Van.  Of course said Angie sensing that a boundary had been reached, just what the girl needs, a good stretching.

Good, because if that also wasn't accepted, I was going to push you up against the wall, and stretch you are so wide with my fist that you'd never organism again, and I was going to let Honey

here watch, you're a lucky woman.

Angie broke out in a sweat, and suddenly she didn't feel too good.  She had this funny sensation between her legs; she knew she had just escaped personnel sexual mutilation by a hair's breadth. 

However, such was her temperament; she passed the matter over without much more thought.  Play with Fire she said, sometimes you're in danger of getting burnt.

Okay she said that cleared up; let's see how big we can stretch the young lady,  I've heard of it being done but never actually seen it.

Well it's actually quite a long procedure if you don't want her bleeding all over the place, she'll be in extremely uncomfortable, but I've got a feeling me and her are going to be a great

ventriloquist act.  Angie grinned at the suggested implications and dragged Angie over by her ear re-creating the moment, when she had introduced her to the joys of being in a brothel

Held against the wall, a petrified Honey was trembling violently as Van, approached her and knelt between her legs, Honey squealed in anticipation, and then let an even higher screech issue

around the gag as then pushes the bent double knuckle inside her love hole and slowly opened his fingers, stretching the lining of her love tube irresistibly.

Looking up at her fear filled face, he leered.

Like it bitch?  Well that's just the start.  You'll feel it birthing time soon enough, but first, I believe it is customary to spank her mother, or was that the baby.  I can't remember.  Never was much

good at biology.

With that, he grabbed hold of Honey's golden locks and pulling her head down, remove the gag and said.  Right bitch, I've heard you're good at blow jobs!  No!  Keep bending, and keep those

legs wide apart, an expectant mother always walks funny.  Now for every five seconds it takes you to suck the spunk from my balls, you're going to get a solid whack from a paddle.

And his eyes were in panic, so frightened was she of the threatened fisting, that giving a blow job and being spanked seemed perfectly normal.  She had heard, of girls being fisted but thought

it was just one of those male legends, like forcing a girl to lactate milk when not having given birth.

Subsequently she went at the cock like a demented daemon, hoping that by satisfying him that way he would forget.  A spanking was painful but she coped.

What she didn't realise was that a man obsession, with a vice didn't necessarily diminish with the emptying of his balls.

Panic returned as he stood up, and flexed his fingers horribly, well young lady let's put you in the maternity ward.  And replaced the gag

Knowing that resistance would only make things more interesting if not for Van, then for Angie, she capitulated lent against the chair back, and tried to relax her tummy muscles.

With Angie watching avidly over his shoulder he resumed the position between her legs, and made her squeal as he pushed just one finger inside her.

Then look over his shoulder and grinned at Angie, a very expectant mummy, and that's just one finger.  And curling his hand, he inserted one more, then another then another, until Honey was

moaning pitifully into her gag

What is they say to young mums?  Breathe deeply, control the breathing, sorry girl no gas and air here.  And gently started to close his fist.

Honey let out a pitiful screech, and instinctively tried to close her legs.  Angie smiled as Van slapped her hard on the inside of her thighs.  Naughty, naughty, he scolded.

And pushed his hand in quite violently an inch more.

Honey squealed like a stuck pig she was.  And her squirming against the chair back got more violence and frenzied.

What would you say Angie, about a quarter dilated you think, this could take quite a long time.  .

Andy grinned, in contented satisfaction.  And commented sarcastically.  These young mothers make a fuss, in my day we popped them out like peas.  And grinned even more as that fist

tightened inside her conquest

.  The procedure continued for what seemed like hours for Honey, her cunt felt the size of a four inch pipe, just as Van had predicted.

Suddenly he started to push the expanded fist upwards.  Got you, you bitch he said as the resistance slackened.  Pushing steadily, he looked at the stricken girl's face, breathe deeply Mummy,

and won't be much longer I'm up to my wrist.  And pushed even harder.

Eventually he was able to do his comedy act.  You can take her gag out now, and telling Honey to look straight at Angie he lightly me, tickled the inside of Honey's bloated womb,

Honey went into frenzy at the horrible sensation in her belly like a hundred ants crawling inside her, a sensation she would remember to her dying day.

Her mouth opened in a spasm of voiceless shock and as it did so, Van mimicked.  "Who's a pretty boy then"",Bottle of beer?  Bottle of beer"

Angie chortled, God that's amazing how you do it.  Talent girl, Talent.  Wisecracked van, then with an evil grin.  Like to try it?  They say it can be quite stimulating; Honey seemed to find it

that way.  And repeated the tickling, again that silent mouthing of the oral cavity, making Honey look depraved,

What would you like it to say Angie?

Oh, Ah, I'm not sure, let's keep it simple, let's have a contrite, "Sorry", and giggled hysterically as that mouth inadvertently closed and opened like a glove puppet she was, and Van again threw

his voice.  Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Again Angie contorted with laughter at the way Honey squirmed, right said Van, let's get on with the serious business of stretching her cunt so wide that ready for the donkey's prick.  It's not

the width that will bother her now, just the length

Honey went into shock, her whole body shook as he pounded his hand up and down consolidating the size of her love tube.  He was sure she would never fuck normally again, that is if he

hadn't produced a catalytic phobia.

Angie and his eyes glowed as she watched a human being destroyed.

Sensibly, reason took over; easy now Van, she is only on loan remember.

The demented look went out of Vans eyes, as he realised what he was doing.

Slowly pulling out his hand covered completely in white secretion.  He said, well I think that's a debt well paid.

Honey slunk slowly to the floor her face contorted.  Better, give her a sedative, and let it rest for two or three days.  Quite an experience for her being a young mum in reverse, they do get so

tired.

With that after washing his hands, he left without a murmur.  But with Angie knowing somewhere out there, a young college student was desperately waiting.  Completely unaware that very

soon Fate would take a hand and that hand would be holding a viciously wielded cane.

Honey was returned to her new owner, and Angie continued abusing her charges.  Adding occasionally a young but wicked Asian backside that she sent on its way nicely throbbing in pain.

However, a month later she had an invitation to go to Thailand.  Completely out of the blue two air tickets arrived, another favour she would have to pay back, but this one she would enjoy

owing.

Honey had been indoctrinated into porno movies; five had arrived since she left.

Totally unremarkable in their sexual content it was just the nature of the actors and actresses that so brutal and perverse.  The first scene was simply a girl, (Honey), sitting in a chair wanking

herself off.  The next one Honey was being led by her ear to a bed in a sick parody of her life in the brothel.

The first scene was simply a girl, (Honey) sitting in a chair wanking herself off quite lewdly.  However, Honey, obviously being a whore looked fairly relaxed obviously being a whore suited

her.  But if you look closely, it was fear in that whores eyes.  And even on the video, Angie could smell animal distress.  The bitch wasn't happy though passive.

The next scene was slightly more malicious, Honey was being dragged by her ear to a bed where it was obvious she would wait until her punter arrived.  Then lay naked on the bed, the punter

arrived with some bondage chains.

Protesting, but docile Honey was flipped onto her back, and her legs chained open to the base.  It was obvious if you use a story that Honey was due for a ramming from the back doggie style,

but as yet, her assailant hadn't made an appearance.

However as she packed her bags, a little worrying doubt was in the back of her mind.  Honey had been trouble from the beginning, twice now she knew he got Angie into serious problems, once

when Tony had threatened to take over the brothel and make her open her legs for her own clients.

That would have been horrendous with one of the girls in charge she would have been the dogsbody of the brothel with both clients and girls taking full advantage of her fall from grace.

The second time would have been even more serious.  Even now she sweated when she thought of herself held captive, with Vans hand deep within the inside of her womb.

Now she was going to see how it fulfils her commitment, she would make sure she was safe, even as she watched Honey's downfall.  Angie watched as Honey was led naked into the farmyard,

she was on a leash, because even though she had done a couple of hard porn videos

This was to be her first bunk up with the farmyard animal.  As she was led to the luxury soft bed that they had quickly installed in the muck of the farmyard, Angie grinned to herself poor cow,

or should I say Jenny,

She's has absolutely no idea what's going to service her next.  She had inspected the Mule that was going to stick its cock up the whore.  Honey was still settling itself down for what she

thought was just another outdoor video.

  She couldn't believe the size of the prick that was going to be forced into the Yankee, and made Bob reached out and had it, making the Mule quite frisky.

  She shuddered, her mind almost rejecting the horror that was going to befall her pet drug addict.  The Mule's penis was not only enormous; it felt like a piece of shoe leather, and this site

herself she said to Bob

Well the Jenny won't have to worry about getting pregnant with that; Mule's are sterile aren't they,

She'll just have to put up with being rutted by it till her cunt almost explodes.  Not only her cunt said Bob with a grin.  That Mule's prick will seal her off better than sealing wax and it will be

just as hot.  When that donkey ejaculate inside her, she's going to get about 2 litres forced into her womb.  I think we're about to see, if not a instant pregnancy, at least a very swollen belly. 

When they take, it out she'll gush like a geezer as she deflates.

Angie walked over to where Honey was being secured to the bed, this is the first time she'd had her legs secured open and she was a little nervous.  I'm not happy with this Angie, she whinged. 

Good said Angie you know my feeling about drug addicts.

The males need their balls cut off, and you young lady are going to pay for your drugs in a very revolting away, seeing the Mule being brought in from behind Honey, and grinned down at

Honey's slightly wet cunt, expecting a lover are you we. 

You know I am said Honey, I hate you for what you're doing to me. 

Didn't do a thing, you arrange it all yourself, even gave yourself several warnings what would happen if you welshed on your debt.  How many times did you say time and time again drug

addicts should be punished, even setting out in quite detail.  You were lucky we managed to get a good price for you.  If it had been down to Tony, you wanted to sell you to some snuff movie

group.  Just think you could be turning and roasting on some barbecue spit somewhere being roasted, though I think he's quite happy that the spit you're about to be impaled on will give you

suitable nightmares for several weeks

Honey wouldn't see the Mule until it was practically on top of her just time to her to go into a nice panic strop, before the damn thing reared up clunked its hooves on her tits, and started to

smuggle its prick into the awaiting pussy.  You would need help of course a Mule's prick was massive, and it would take the Mule quite a while to literally force its way in while Honey slowly

expanded.  She liked seeing horses fuck, dogs were so quick and frantic.  This one had already had it balls emptied, so there wouldn't be the urgency it could lazily ram it Dick up and down

Honey's vagina until either it shot it's load, or Honeys love tube split under the strain, either way it would be quite an achievement to get it all in.

Producer had taken pity on the new whore and had deliberately muffled the donkeys hooves not so much to quietly down but to protect his investment, from having her tits cut by the sharp

metal Honey didn't even hear it click clop as it went behind her.  Seeing it at her feet her first reaction was, that's nice animal, then as it turned towards her, it started to dawn on her that

something was wrong. 

No, she said, this isn't right you're not setting that on me, no way.  Sorry Honey got a new lover for you to try out, you won't get pregnant so it won't be wearing a condom.  But with that size

prick wouldn't fancy putting it on you've got to be joking said Honey panicking as the enormous lover stopped in front of her.

And the attendant reached down and stimulated it penis.  As it grew, Honey grew up agitated with it.

The attendant came up and spoke to Angie making sure that Honey could overhear.  The animals been trained to make love to a whore not just bonk it.  So hope you don't mind but that could

be a little damage to the merchandise if it doesn't respond turning around to Honey Angie said you hear that, the assistant want you to give it a big kiss as it shoved up you, if not the damn

thing is liable to bite you

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