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THE STARLET SLAVE 22
joypaine
22. The Verdict
And then (she went on) there were the house parties. Some of them were real
orgies, but a lot were intimate little affairs -- just me and one or two men (or
women) that Larry thought I should know. Yeah, "know" just like they said David
"knew" Bathsheba in the Bible. And he developed a scenario, which he introduced
me to, bit by bit.
We'd start the evening out watching a porno show, in which the "heroine" (or
often the victim) would be dressed just as I was. Then at the end of the show,
they'd all be in the mood to re-enact the show. And I'd know damned well what
was coming, so I could have the "fun" of dreading each development. And still no
offers of a starring role, or even a bit part, in a legitimate film.
Well, I'm not usually this slow, but this time I was hypnotized by the
possibility of stardom, and, let's face it, taken in by Larry's glib spiel. But
bit by bit, it dawned on me that there were no movies in my future; that Larry
was using me -- that I was no more than his live-in whore. But tonight was the
last straw. There were three guys as my "guests", and the girl in the movie (who
was dressed just as I was) had to submit to the most painful and degrading
torture you can imagine, after which they had a butt-fuck gang bang. And that's
the one thing about which I have a pathological fear. I began to puke, to their
amusement -- after all, they joked, they hadn't planned on kissing me, anyway.
But at least it did make them let me run to the bathroom.
I considered it an act of God that there was a rose trellis beside the bathroom
window. Luckily, I could pry open the window far enough to squeeze through, and
climb down the trellis, although you see what a mess the roses made of my
clothes. Now, for God's sake, please take me someplace where I can get away from
those perverts for good!"
"You'll be safe here for the present," said the cop. "Just hold your water while
I mail this tape to a safe place."
Ellen had no choice, although she almost held her breath while he put the
cassette into a mailer envelope he took from the glove compartment, addressed
and stamped it, and dropped it into the nearby mail box. "Now let's see what to
do with you.
"I could take your story at face value, but I don't know where you could go at
this time of night in those clothes. Of course, I could go whole hog on the Good
Samaritan bit, and treat you to a new outfit and a bus ticket, and feel real
good while you go off thinking SUCKER! Or I could let you share my bed for a
while -- and then pass you around among the guys down at the station. A girl
with the past that you claim probably wouldn't mind a few more lovers", he
leered.
"But all this doesn't take into account one fact that you apparently aren't
aware of. You see, doll, your precious Larry is very well connected with the
Mob. In fact, he's their regional cuntmaster, and obviously has long-range plans
for you. And he'd be awfully disappointed if a lowly cop like me were to upset
them. No, I'm going to take you back to him -- maybe I can turn the situation to
my advantage."
Ellen shrieked in dismay, then fainted.
