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THE STARLET SLAVE 14
joypaine
14. Terms of Slavery
Peck let me wear ordinary street clothes whenever I went home, or went out with
Mom, but all the rest of the time -- to school and everything -- I had to wear a
T-shirt (advertising Peck's jewelry, of course, with some rather special bits of
jewelry silk-screened onto the shirt in the logical places) and mini-skirt,
saddle shoes and bobby socks. And nothing else. Nothing. No bra, no panties, no
sweater, no coat. Nothing. Except for a transparent plastic raincoat on rainy
days.
Thank goodness it was Spring.
And I had to let anybody -- anybody at all, that wanted to -- pinch my tits,
pull up my skirt, goose me, and even finger fuck me, no matter how public the
place was, or how many other people were looking on. But no free fucking. That
cost. The rates were reasonable, of course -- reasonable enough to keep me on my
back just about all of my free time. Except for the "special rates".
And did I ever learn something about the upstanding citizens of the town! Or
maybe I should make that lying-down citizens, although some of them did like to
do it standing up. Or sitting, or with me hanging from a trapeze, or just about
every other position you could imagine.
And the teachers. Not every one of my teachers was one of Peck's customers, but
it sure seemed that way. And you can imagine how embarrassing it was for me to
fuck a teacher at night and then have to sit in his class the next day. And
every one of the teachers who were my clients were "special rate". Even the
women. Shit, especially the women. They were the most vicious of all. And since
they were women themselves, they knew exactly what hurt the most, and what would
be the most disgusting.
But one thing I absolutely refused to do was take it in the ass. Even when Peck
put me through an intensive "training session" with the Persuaders -- both of
them, front and back. And you can imagine what fascinating rhythms he could play
with a combination like that! I told Peck he could probably rape me in the ass
if he really tried hard enough, but if he did I'd kill myself, but only after
writing to the police and the newspapers and everybody about his whole
operation.
Peck was pretty impressed by my determination, and I had to tell him why I
thought that sodomy was so much worse than being fucked any other way.
* * * * *
It was when I was 10 years old, and it was absolutely the most horrible thing
that had ever happened to me -- until that day when Peck got his hooks into me.
Or maybe the most horrible, period. Mom and I had gone on a picnic, and suddenly
there was this bunch of teen-age boys surrounding us and making lewd
suggestions. I didn't know what the score was entirely, but you can just bet
that I knew something was wrong when two of them grabbed Mom and held her arms
twisted behind her back, while the others held me and made jokes about how good
I would be. Then they made my mother a proposition. Either she'd strip and put
out for them, they told her, or they'd fuck the shit out of me. I didn't
understand at the time. but I guess they meant that literally, in view of what
they did to Mom.
They made a big show out of it, applauding as Mom took off her clothes --
slowly, garment by garment, with lots of bumps and grinds. And then they fucked
her. In the ass. Her screams of pain were enough to put me off men for life.
With what I've learned since, I know that my revulsion was compounded by the
feeling of guilt because Mom was doing it to save me. But whatever, I meant
every word that I told Peck.
So Peck offered me a deal. Rosie would take all my "backward" customers, and I'd
take her "special rate" ones. Rosie was delighted with the arrangement. So was
I. It made things pretty rough on me, but I was still glad to jmp at the chance.
And Peck always put the Persuader in my ass when I went out on a date -- for my
protection, he said. After all, if I thought that sodomy was so terrible, I
ought to be glad to have a plug there. The trouble is that he always told the
John about it, and showed him how the Persuader worked ("just in case") and gave
him the control box to use if he "had" to. And of course the "need" always
arose, Johns being what they are.
Thank God, the Persuader he used was a modified model that only put out about
one-quarter power, but that was enough to be pretty uncomfortable. Especially
since the Johns didn't show much restraint about using the damned thing.
