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THE STARLET SLAVE 12
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12. Starting Out
After Peck's little pep talk, I just about busted my ass trying to make Ferd the
Nerd happy. I smiled my sweetest, and moaned enthusiastically at the right
times, and screamed when he pinched my tits and cunt lips (I didn't have to fake
that part), and went through all the proper gyrations. So that Ferdy -- and
anyone who happened to watch the tape that Old Peck was making of my ordeal --
must have been sure that I was fucking for the pure love of it. Or for the love
of money, anyway. And Peck helped out from time to time, with a little goose
from that damned Persuader, keeping me squirming and howling like a mad fiend at
the strategic moments. And when Ferdy was finally ready to come, Peck let loose
with a shock that stiffened my whole body into what must have seemed like the
wildest orgasm on record.
Ferdy had the time of his life. He even kissed me good bye afterward, and told
me that I was a real tiger. And said that I was going to take Sheila's place as
his best girl from now on. Just what I needed! Like a hole in the head, that is.
After Ferdy, the second John was an anticlimax. Some old bum from Skid Row,
smelling of cheap wine and vomit. And even the smell wasn't all that bad, after
Ferdy's B.O. Peck made a big deal out of giving him a special low price because
of his low income status, but insisted that he had to charge something, in order
to "maintain the integrity of my commercial standing". Pretty fancy language,
just to say that he was reminding me that I was a whore. And a fifty-cent whore,
at that.
But it was my third customer that really took the prize. Old Mr. Nelson, my
English teacher.
We all used to joke about Old Nelly (Nelly Gray, we used to call him, because of
his gray hair) -- what a Dirty Old Man he was. And what an ineffectual Dirty old
Man -- a regular nebbish. All of us -- boys and girls alike -- used to joke
about how he was always watching the girls' tits and asses. We figured that he
was really harmless, though. Way over the hill. He must have been fifty at the
very least, and we figured that he probably couldn't get a hard on anymore.
All of us girls -- even the innocents like me -- used to tease him, rubbing our
tits when we knew that he was watching out of the corner of his eye, and
twitching our asses when we walked away from him. One or two of the girls used
to go so far as to bump into him "accidentally" now and then, rubbing their
bodies against him, and getting a real kick out of how he tried to pretend not
to notice.
He wasn't pretending not to notice now, though. He was all eyes -- and hands.
He had a new schtick. He took out his false teeth and started gumming my tit. At
first it was just gross, but then he started pulling more and more of the tit
into his mouth, and biting harder and harder, until it really started to hurt. I
pulled away and slapped his face gently -- after all, I thought, I can put old
Nelly Gray in his place.
But he surprised me. Instead of the abject apology I expected, he gave my tit a
backhand swipe with his fist. And not so gently, either. And then he turned to
Peck. "Time to take the gloves off," he said.
Peck handed him the control box for the Persuader, and Nelly lost no time in
showing me that he knew exactly what to do with it.
He started out by beating out a sort of rhythm on that fucking switch, sending
me into a frantic dance that made my tits jiggle. And then he glommed onto my
tit with his gums again, and chomped down as if he was trying to milk me dry.
And I just screamed myself hoarse. It was obvious that he was enjoying my pain
more than he was the taste of titty. Every time I screamed, he just grunted in
satisfaction, and grabbed a bigger mouthful and chomped again. And then the
other tit . . .
When he finally let go, I knew that my tits would ache for a week. And then the
real fun began. He strapped me down on that bench again, spread-eagled and face
up, and Peck handed him a beautiful leather case full of what looked like
surgical instruments.
Nelly took great care with each instrument as he picked it up, waving it before
my eyes, and explaining in great detail what he was going to do with it. And
what he was going to do it to. They were the most satanic assortment of tools
that you could imagine -- something like what the Mad Doctor on TV is always
coming up with. Except that they don't show the Mad Doctor operating on the tits
and cunts of his victims.
I realized damn quickly why the rates for this sort of John were extra high --
and why the Johns were willing to pay them. This was the kind of trick that only
a slave would turn. There wasn't enough money in the world to get a girl to go
through an ordeal like this voluntarily -- especially on a repeat basis. And
Nelly lost no time in telling me that he'd be coming back. Again and again . . .
While he tortured me, he gloated over the fact that it was he who had
"discovered" me.
He explained that he had noticed me in class -- shit, I knew that -- and had
called Peck's attention to my "potentialities". A nice word for tits, he
chuckled. And he had paid Peck a special bonus to procure me "just for him".
