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TRAFFICKED In this day and age, you would think that slavery in any form would be mere history, but its not. The scary fact is that 800,000 people every year are trafficked across international borders. Trafficked in some way, not always for sex. Next to drugs and weapons trafficking, it's the biggest trade out there. I like to think that there's a special place in hell for anyone who trafficks or uses slaves. I think I'm delving into new territory here, and hope that this particular story is one that will be liked, there will be some violence in it, it's all in the context of the story and none of it is excessive, so please bear with me. This is a work of fiction, I cant emphasise this enough, so here goes. Europe is a big continent, you can see it on your own, or via a travel company, Kumuka and Contiki are the ones to see it by. I chose Contiki to see it. I was doing one of their 29 day concept ones that went from London to London. 50 young people from 18 to 35, one bus. All the drinking and rutting you can do, why say no to that. Id quickly made friends there, a lot, but there were 6 other Aussies travelling on it and we formed team Aussie. Staying together through thick and thin no matter what. We formed the ultimate drinking team and urged each other to experience things, new things. The more out there, the better. After going through Amsterdam, Germany, Prague, Italy, Switzerland and making it to Paris, we wasted no time and hit the streets. Team Aussie moved from bar to bar. A few returned to their hotel as they reached their limit. I was about to do the same, but a sensual French beauty appeared from a dimly lit corner, wrapped her arm around my waist and pressed her hand against my crotch, shocking me at first as she smiled and cooed into my ear, "You're Australian, aren't you, I love Australians, you take the time to learn our language and aren't brash or loud like Americans." I could hardly believe my luck. She was about 5.8, long dark hair and a figure more sexy than any other woman id ever met. One glance at my two remaining fellow Aussies told me all I needed to know. As they congratulated me and urged me to go with her, I got up and went out of the bar via the back way. Sex was foremost on my mind. The mere thought of sex is part of what attracts travellers on these treks. I hadn't had any action, maybe I was just on the wrong tour. As we walked away from the doorway, she pulled me to her and kissed me passionately, our lips were pressed against each other as I pressed her against the wall. My cock was hardening up inside my jeans at the thought of this French beauty wanting me. Pushing me back, she unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it down over her breasts, showing me her perfect breasts At her invitation, I leaned down and suckled on her right nipple, then her left. As I nibbled on her right one again, I tasted something strange on it, I started to feel lightheaded and tried to pull away but she held me against her breast. Even as I tried to pull away and get help, I fell to my knees, then onto the ground of the back lane. I tried to get up but only fell down again, gazing weakly up at her, I realised now what she was, a knockabout girl, who drugs men and robs them. Before I passed out completely, I heard a van reversing into the lane, then everything went black around me. Consciousness was slow to come, whatever drug she had used on me, it was strong, I said to myself as I opened my eyes and glanced around. I was in a room, a white room, like id seen in chateau's. noting that my body felt strange, lighter and differently weighted, I sat up, then glanced down at my body and nearly passed out again as I saw something that couldn't possibly be there. A pair of firm, well developed breasts were hanging from my chest. A white satin bra contained them. I had to touch them to confirm that they were real, then glanced down the rest of my body. Slender hands and arms, painted fingernails. A white satin skirt was around my waist, and silky smooth, toned thighs showed from under the hem. My feet were laced into a pair of white 3in patent leather ankle boots. Running my hands down my arms, sides, and over my breasts again, I hoped and prayed that I was dreaming, hallucinating from the drug. Panicing and trembling all over, I shakily got to my feet and nearly fell as I walked in the heels for the first time. Reaching a mirror, I froze at my reflection. Instead of the 30yo handsome male reflection I was used to, a scared female teenager stared back at me, she couldn't have been older than 16, maybe 15. Light blonde hair curled and flowed down my shoulders and back. My eyes were still brown, but my face was completely female, young and innocent looking. Blinking my eyes and touching my cute upturned nose, I realised that I was her, somehow, I had become female. The sound of a key turning in the door woke me up from my daze and as I turned, it opened up. Two well built European men walked in wearing leather jackets, not the type id want to meet in a dark alley, or any type of alley. In my previous body, I doubt I could have taken them down, in my new petite, female body, the task was impossible. "So, inside that cute teenager is the mind of an adult man, hard to imagine, but, lets find out," one of them said, then said a sentence aloud to me in polish, or French, or it could have been czechoslavakian. My command of most European languages ranged from very little to non existent. As I looked blankly at the one that had spoken, he only smiled and came closer to me. "So the machine really worked, just as they said it would," one said, then pulled me closer to him by my upper arm and squeezed my breasts. I gasped and tried to pull away as I felt him squeezing them, which made him laugh. The second one walked behind me and fondled my firm ass over the satin skirt. I could only imagine how I looked to them, a young, petite scared girl alone with two gangsters. "Let go of me, now," I cried up at them, then stopped as I heard my new voice. It was lighter and feminine, as well as in accented English, based on the accent, she was polish or maybe Russian. Russia was where a lot of trafficked sex slaves came from. Young eager girls looking for fame, fortune, or just a husband. Not all got what they thought they would. What they got was a rude awakening to the realities of the world. Laughing at my assertive sounding cry, one of them backhanded me, knocking me against the wall, then grabbed onto my long hair and pulled on it, making me tilt my chin up. "Listen to me and listen good, your name is Tatiana Kolginov, your from St Petersburg. You were holidaying in the Greek islands with your mother and sister. You met a cute Greek man in a caf?, went with him on a cruise around the islands, then passed out in his arms from the drug he put in your drink." "No one but us knows that you're here, no one will help you, obey and you will live, try to escape, or get word to anyone, and your family is dead, yours and Tatiana's," he said to me as he showed me a photo of a woman and her younger daughter, clearly Tatiana's family. He then showed me a scanned picture, this one was of my mother and stepfather in Queensland, then my father in Sydney. "They will die if you do anything stupid, you are in France somewhere, that's all you need to know," he told me as the other one fondled my breasts again, which still felt alien to me, then asked me for my name. As tears filled my eyes, I blinked them away but they continued to form. I was more scared than ever, my new body was sending hormones through me, my place in the world had changed. "Its.. Its Tatiana.. Tatiana Kolginov," I meekly repeated as my heart pounded faster and faster inside my chest and tears ran down my cheeks. Wincing as he moved his hand to my slender upper arm and pulled on it to lead me to the door, the other one unlocked it and nearly dragged me along the hallway of this building. As I struggled to walk in the 3in heels, he held me up by my arm. As I glanced around, I saw that we were in a Chateau, a big one, it looked familiar, then I realised why it was familiar. It was the Chateau De Cruix, the same one my Contiki group had stayed at for two nights. Wincing as his fingers dug into my arm, the second one unlocked one of the doors and I was pushed through it. Falling onto my hands and knees, I heard soft cries as I landed. Slowly lifting my head up, I saw 6 mattresses on the floor. 5 of them each had a trembling girl on it, one blonde, one brunette and three redheads. I was picked up again and nearly thrown onto the only untaken mattress. As I tried to get up onto my feet, to run or plead, I honestly don't know, I was pushed down, my head against the pillow and my hips raised up. "You will now get a taste of things to come, an initiation of sorts," I heard one of them say to me as he rolled my satin skirt up and tugged at my panties. My next plea only resulted in another backhand to my cheek. I could almost feel the red bruise forming on my cheek as he ripped my panties off and pushed my head down, with his hand on my neck. Shaking and crying onto the pillow, I tried to brace myself for what was coming. It was all surreal, I had read about this happening to new trafficked slaves, but being the one held down and about to be raped, scared me more than anything else had today. I shook and held onto the mattress as I heard him unbuckle his pants and unzip them. I continued to shake my head, hoping and praying that someone would come to help me, anyone, but none of the girls dared move, unwilling to put themselves in the line of fire. He then moved around to kneel in front of me. Made to look up at him by his hand on my neck, I froze as his thick, swollen cock was inches away from my face. "Here, coat it with this, or it will hurt a lot more," he told me as he handed me a bottle of lubricant. I had to force myself to take it and pump some onto my slender fingers. I had never touched another mans cock, ever. Knowing that the pain would be worse if I didn't, I rubbed my fingers around his shaft and the head as well. It twitched against my fingers as I rubbed the lube all over it.. He then parted my trembling thighs and rubbed the head of his cock against my outer pussy lips. I felt them swell up and while it did send shivers through my young body, it only meant that I was open and ready to be raped. As I was sure he was about to slam into my young pussy, I heard the other one say to him, "No Yuri, you know the boss wants to keep this one a virgin." Sighing softly as I now knew I wouldn't be raped there, I fought and tried to get up as the head of his cock moved upwards to my anus. Lifting my head up and looking over at one of the redheads, I heard a laugh behind me, then cried out as one of them spanked me hard. "No,, nooo, noo," I screamed as he forced the head of his cock past my anal ring and deeper into me. I cried and screamed as he slid it deep into me, then sighed and pulled it almost all the way out, only to slam it back in. I griped the sheets and continued to scream as my tiny ass was filled with his thick cock. I gasped and sobbed as he didn't stop, clearly enjoying my struggled and muffled screams. ?Yess, that's it, take it, scream, some men like that, work on it," he told me as the pain slowly eased, but I still felt more full than ever before as his cock thrust back and forth into me. I sobbed and prayed for it to stop. After what felt like hours, he finally moaned and spurted his cum deep inside me. I shook and tried to endure it as he held onto my hips and massaged them. "That's it Tatiana, that's it, enjoy it, not all of your clients will take you here, those that do will lubricate you like you did to me.. I did it to teach you that what you just felt, is nothing compared to that which the boss can put you through." he said as he slid out of me. "Oh, one more thing, we all have regular tests for STD's every 3 months, and so do his girls, we're both clean, and so are you, so be grateful for small favours," he added as tears flowed down my cheeks. Still bent over on my knees, I trembled as he zipped up his pants and they both left, the other one saying something about hating sloppy seconds. I heard the door lock and didn't dare move. I slowly lifted my head up and collapsed onto my side. My male psyche had taken a beating today and as I lay still, I went through all that had happened so far. When I felt fingers against my thigh, I shook and whimpered in fear until I heard a soft voice say to me "shhh, its just me, I'm Katy, and you are." "I'm? Tatiana," I softly replied as she rubbed something cold and soothing over my anal ring, then inside my sore ass. "Its ok, just a cream that will take away the pain." laying still to let her ease the pain, I opened my eyes and saw that it was the redhead from the next mattress. Thank you, that, that feels better," I responded as I slowly sat up. The first thing I looked at was the window, it was locked and barred, even if I could have opened it up, no one would have heard me but our captors, and it was a long drop from the 4th floor window. "I don't want to be here, I want to be home, far from here, under a cool shower and sitting with my parents," I said almost to myself as she had me rest my head on her lap. "Don't think that, please, that will only get you hurt, or worse," she told me as she gently caressed over my long blonde tresses. I don't know where they will take us, but, it can only be America, to become? sex slaves." freezing as I heard that, I shook my head and wiped away fresh tears. We were there for 4 more days. It had to be to get our visa's and passports ready. We were taken out one at a time and told to have a shower in one of the huge bathrooms. My heart was pounding faster and faster as I thought about what I was going to be forced to become, but I had to endure, I was tough, I always had been. I had accepted that I was a teenage Russian girl now and I had to survive. I stood under the water and washed my long hair with the scented shampoo. My natural blonde hair had been dyed jet black the day after I had arrived here, to alter my appearance, I could only assume. I then lathered my skin up and slowly washed it off. I had been told to wash every part of my sensual teenage body, which I did. As I turned off the water and dried my petite 5ft 1in body with one of the scented towels hanging up. Folded on the stool in the bathroom were a white satin and lace contour bra and panty set, a beautiful printed silk storm and ebony patterned dress, an ebony velvet wrap top to go over it, thigh high black silk stockings and a pair of 3in black patent sling back heels. Unsure if I was being watched or not, I changed into each item and was reminded each time that I was female, and a petite one at that. Slipping my feet into the sling back heels, I stood taller at 5ft 4inches high. Knocking on the door to let the guard know that I was finished, I saw that it was Victor, one of the guards from my first day, he lead me back to the room I had been sleeping in, then told me to style my hair and expertly apply make up for my flight. One of the other girls saw me struggling and came over to help me. I was grateful for the help as I had never applied it before. Both Revlon and max factor cosmetics were represented on the make up table. While one of the other girls had her shower, the redhead, Katy, helped me to apply a light foundation coat over my face, then a coat of light red lipstick over my lips. She had me rub my lips to spread it evenly, then ran a makeup pencil around the edge of my lips. Black eyeliner and mascara followed. The whole effect made me look older than my now biological age of 15. A pair of earrings went through the holes in both pierced earlobes and a matching necklace was put around my slender neck. Katy then sprayed perfume on my wrists and on the sides of my neck. As I rubbed my wrists together, I got a look at the name of it, live by JLO. The whole combination of lingerie, the dress, heels, make up and now the perfume was in contrast with what I was used to wearing. I did my best to shake out of it, then did the same for Katy, I made some mistakes but learned from them. Odds where I would be living like this for the rest of my days, so I had to learn, and learn fast. The other girls didn't say much, what could we say to each other. Apart from being raped once each by our guards, we hadn't been raped again or even been made to perform oral on them. I was both worried and glad for that, but it couldn't last. Picking up the bags that had been prepacked for us, I looked in the main one to see various clothes in it, all in my new size. The teal tote bag on top of it revealed various cosmetics and other items that most women had in their handbags. We all froze as the door to our room was opened, then one of our guards called to us, "Come on, the van is here, follow us, and don't do anything stupid." two families depended on me not doing anything stupid, so I picked up both bags and carried them down through the Chateau. I had had a photographic memory ever since I could remember. I was taking in as much as I can, our location, the guards names and faces, everything. I knew I had to survive, endure whatever I was put through, to bring these people down. We put our bags in the back, then silently got into the mini van. As we were driven away, I held back tears as my first memories of that Chateau were good ones, a lot of good ones. My new memories of them weren't so good. As we were driven towards Paris, I leaned against the side and crossed my long legs without thinking. We stayed quiet though the drive and our only stop was for gas and a short break to let us stretch our legs. Two more leather jacketed guards met us there and didn't let us our of their sight. I looked out the windscreen as Charles De Gaulle airport came into sight. Victor and the other one handed us each a passport and visa, along with our tickets to JFK airport. I glanced behind me and saw one of the newer guards running his hand up the blondes thigh, under her minidress. "Stop it Dimitri, plenty of time for that later on, now see them out," Yuri told him as he reluctantly stopped and opened up the van doors to let us out. It was cold as I stepped out and my arms went over my breasts. My nipples felt the cold first as I put my handbag over my shoulder and stayed close to the other girls. The airport was busy as it always is and there were a lot of airport security as well. I was sorely tempted to get lost in the crowd, or run to one of the cops. What stopped me was that one phone call from either of our captors would make our elation short, so none of us dared to. We checked in our main bags and went through security, then waited in the departure lounge for our flight. Our flight was a lot shorter than my one from Australia to Europe in the first place, only 8 hours, but my heart pounded for the entire flight. I tried to sleep after having dinner, I figured maybe it was all a very bad dream and I was on my way back home to Australia. But after waking up, one glance downwards showed that I was still in Tatiana's body. JFK airport is one of the biggest airports, only O"hare airport is bigger and busier. We stayed together on the walk to US customs and immigration. Again, I stayed quiet and presented my passport to the officer in the booth. My passport said I was 18, and the visa was a tourist visa to enter the US. Whoever got them for me chose well as they were accepted and I was allowed in. We were all taken to another minivan and driven from the airport. I had no idea where we were taken to, Queens or maybe New Jersey. I was lost and looked out the window. The van was stopped in an alleyway and we were let out, then taken up a stairwell to the back of a building. No one saw us was we left the van, it was still cold and a bit wet. It was a club of some kind, with a platform for dancing, a bar. It was empty for some reason. We were made to stand in a line, then our bags were taken from us. A ripping sound and a cry from my right got my attention, I turned and saw the blondes top being ripped off her, showing off her bra and upper body. Another ripping sound filled the club and we quickly loosened our tops and pulled them down below our own bra covered breasts before they were ripped. Again, I felt helpless and scared. We were without passports or any ID here. "Quiet, all of you, the boss has something to say to you, listen, and listen closely," one of the new guards told us as I bit my lip to keep from trembling like the others. The sound of footsteps coming down from an upstairs office caught our attention. He was about 6ft tall, wearing a pair of jeans, a denim shirt and a light leather jacket. His hair was in a ponytail down his back and he casually walked behind us, then moved to stand in front of us. "My name is Anatoly, welcome to America. Some of you wanted to make it big, others..arent here by choice," he locked eyes with me as he said that, then continued on. "What all of you have in common is a debt, to me, your passports, visa's, tickets, even the clothes on your backs, they all cost money, so each of you owes me at least 20 grand or more. Until the debt is paid back, you're all mine. You all know what will happen if you try to escape or get a message out, your family information is in my system, and if any of you step out of line, they will pay the price. One phone call is all it takes," he added as I kept as calm as I could. Two girls lost the battle and openly cried. He ignored their pleas and walked around us again. Stopping behind me, he took in my scent and whispered into my ear. "What about you Tatiana, do you want to work off your debt and get home." "Yes, I do, I want to make it home," I responded as he pulled the rest of my silk dress down. My voice shook as my life was in his hands. "Good girl, you see, you can learn a lot from her example," he said to the others, then had our escorts take us to the back of the club. Behind beaded curtains was a locked door. Taking a key from around his neck, he unlocked it and made us walk in front of him. Inside was a room, big and clean enough, with 8 bunk beds lined up against the wall, to one side was a bathroom, to another was a kitchen. Two barred windows looked out at wherever we were. "You will all show me what your gifts are, that will tell me where to send you to work off your debt," he said to us, then nodded to our two escorts and left the room. We were all told to change out of our clothes and lingerie into a front tie crop top, a satin skirt with a slit up the side, and 4in clear heels. Mine were blue, the others were green, black, red, pink and grey. My name was called first and I was lead out to the club floor again. The lighting had been dimmed a bit as I was led up to the low stage. A nod to the Djs corner made dance music sound from the side and overhead speakers. "Dance for us, show us what you can do," Anatoly said to me as he leaned back on his stool at the bar and watched. Closing my eyes, I thought back to the many clubs I had gone to through Europe in my travels. I thought of the exotic dancers I had seen, and the many lap dances I had paid for, then reached for the pole on the stage and begin to dance around it. Rubbing up against it, I slid up and down along it, the pole between my breasts as I swayed my hips and raised my arms up, twirling and dancing to the booming overhead music. My long black hair, flowed behind me and flew as I tossed my head and showed off my assets. As I shook my hips and held onto the pole, I heard the music stop. "Very good Tatiana, young and innocent, but talented, how many clubs did you go to," he said to me as he knew the truth, only one of a few who did. "Never mind, come closer to me," he added as I nervously stepped off the stage and stood in front of him. He then had the bartender fill a glass with pure burbon and handed it to me. "Drink it all, you will need it," he told me as he reached for a fresh drink as well. I hated pure alcohol, pure burbon was too strong for me, of course, I hated being backhanded even more, so I brought the glass to my lips and sipped it. I nearly dropped the glass as I gasped and swallowed. His eyes never left me as I drank from it again and again. My throat burned as I swallowed and coughed afterwards. Rubbing my sore throat after I had swallowed the last of it, he took the glass from me, then untied my crop top. Even though I felt no shame at standing bare-chested, I still blushed as my firm breasts were freed. Smiling at the sight of them, he reached for me and cupped them. "Yes, very nice, now take off your skirt," he told me as I shook in front of him. It was all I could do to bring myself not to run as I untied the back of my skirt and let that fall as well, showing off my newly shaved pussy. Letting me step out of it, he had me kneel in front of him. "Unzip me and show me how good you are at oral sex," he casually said to me as he flicked through a newspaper on the bar. I froze as I heard that. Having Yuri take my ass as he did was humiliating enough, but,, oral, I couldn't. "Don't keep me waiting Tatiana," he said as he stared down at me. My hands shook as I reached up and unzipped his jeans. Undoing his belt as well, I undid the buttons on his boxer shorts and felt how hard and ready he was. My slender fingers with their painted red nails ran down his shaft as I took it out, then forced myself to lean closer to his hardening cock. Swallowing the last of my male pride, I parted my lips and guided the head of his cock into my mouth. Slowly suckling on the head, I squealed as he pushed on the back of my head, forcing his cock deep into my mouth. Trembling and shaking on my knees, I remembered everything I had read or heard about oral sex and swirled my tongue around his thick shaft. As I worked on his cock, I heard him moan. When he did it again, I realised that I was doing it right and bobbed my head back and forth in front of him. I felt more and more humiliated as I was forced to suckle on a mans erect cock, could I go any lower, I asked myself as I continued to work on pleasuring him with my mouth and tongue. "Good girl, very good girl, you're a natural at this, a true natural," he said as his cock swelled and pulsed deep in my mouth. He thrust against me, which made the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I was shaking and whimpering from the feeling of his cock in my mouth and the burbon I had drank before. As a 15 yo girl, I couldn't drink as much as I could when I was a 30yo male. As he was brought closer to an orgasm, I tried to pull away but he held onto my hair and kept me close. I felt his shaft quiver, then felt and tasted his thick cum as it spurted over my tongue and the sides of my mouth. I blushed and blinked away tears of shame as he freely used my mouth. Trembling all over, I swallowed his thick cum down as he kept his eyes on me. My tongue swirled around his shaft to clean it as he relaxed, then pushed me away from him. Landing on the floor, I lay there, angry and humiliated as he put his cock back in his boxers and zipped up his jeans. "Good, now go back to the rest of the girls, and tell Sophie that I want her out here," he said to me as I shakily got to my feet and reached for my skirt and crop top. "Don't put them on, I want to watch your cute ass as you walk," he told me as I swallowed nervously, then slowly walked back towards the beaded curtain. I gently wiped away a trickle of his cum from my chin as I was let into the room and told Sophie, the brunette, that she had to go up there. She silently walked out as I poured myself a glass of water and drank it. I had to get the taste of his cum from my mouth and throat. Opening up my bag at the end of my bunk, I found a long sleeved scoop neck top and quickly changed into it, along with a pair of matching white briefs. Curling up on my bunk, I lay still as I heard the other girls talking and tried to forget what I had just done, but my perfect memory wouldn't let me. My breasts strained under the top as I recalled everything. I couldn't let it get me down, I couldn't. as I lay there, It was as if I could still feel his cock in my mouth. I found out the next day that we were in Atlantic City, a place I had heard of but never been to. I was taken to a house somewhere in Atlantic City with one of the redheads, Anna. I have no idea where the other girls went to, I could only hope that they were ok, wherever they were. From the outside, the house looked normal, a fence, two stories high, but on the inside, it was completely different. Inside there were 10 girls like me, all in the same boat, all sex slaves like me. Whenever clients came, we would line up so they could choose who they wanted for the hour, or two if they paid more. The more men we went with, the faster our debts would be cleared and the sooner that we could go home, that was the theory anyway. The reality was that interest was accruing, and no one was getting out. Only Anatoly knew when the debt would be cleared. At some level we knew that, but the alternative was to have someone else pay the price for us taking off. We all loved our families too much to do that, so no one tried to escape and no one left. Guards at the doors ensured that we couldn't anyway. We wore lingerie most of the time inside, we never went outside, only with a guard for a special assignment, then we would be brought back. In the 2 months that I had been there so far, I had learned more about pleasing men than I ever wanted to learn. Most didn't care if I wanted to or not, whether I lay still or not, most only cared about their own pleasure. Day followed day followed day, one after another. But I hadn't given in, I hadn't let it break me. Inside my head and heart, I was still me and still burned. We wore lingerie pretty much all the time, its not like we were going outside. We only wore casual clothes when we were taken somewhere, to avoid anyone outside realising what was really going on. My young age and innocent look ensured I got a lot of takers. My first was a elementary school principal who paid extra for me to dress in a schoolgirl outfit and take my cherry. I still remember it like it was yesterday.. Waiting on the bed in the room I was told to wait in, I idly played with the hem of my pleated skirt, the tight white blouse was tight so my breasts stood out. Pigtails, knee high socks and mary janes on my feet completed the schoolgirl look that I was told to go for. Nervously resting my hands on my lap, I nearly jumped as the door opened up. He stopped as he saw me, then closed the door behind him. He was about my old height, wearing a slightly worn suit, glasses and overcoat. Hanging his overcoat over a chair, he sat down next to me and ran his hand over my skirt and exposed thigh. "Yess, they did choose right, I've paid well to take you," he whispered into my ear as he slid his hand under my skirt to slide it to my white g string and rub over it. "You wore these, they aren't suitable for school, I've told you before," he told me, then had me bend over his lap. My breath caught in my throat as he flipped up my skirt, then proceeded to spank me, over and over as I cried and squealed in pain. No one came as my white ass cheeks turned pink from his slaps. As I squirmed, I shook as I could feel his cock hardening underneath my trim belly. I closed my eyes and silently pleaded to wake up from this dream, but the impact of his hand made me open my eyes and blink away tears. "I'm sorry sir, I'm sorry, I forgot, I'm sorry," I quickly told him to get him to stop, anything to get him to stop. After several more spanks, he did stop and rubbed my sore ass cheeks, making me whimper as they felt warm. "Yes, I'm sure your sorry, but how sorry. You know how to truly apologise to your principal, don't you girl," he said as his cock twitched underneath me again. Shakily getting off his lap, I kneeled in front of him and unzipped his pants. Gently taking out his thick cock, I slowly guided it into my warm mouth and slid my lips back and forth along his shaft as I had learned to with one of the many training dildos we had. Swirling my tongue around his shaft as well, I then licked around the head of his cock. His eager moans let me know that I was doing a good job and didn't stop. I lost track of time as I suckled on him like a slut. As I gazed up at him, he pulled on my pigtails to get me away from his cock, then bent me over the bed. I didn't more or say anything as he ripped my g string off, for what he was paying, I guess he figured it didn't matter much, it was more shock value than anything else. I swallowed nervously and gripped the bed sheets as he parted my smooth thighs, then I looked behind to see him opening up a condom and rolling it over his thick cock. He then came closer and rubbed it over my glistening pussy lips to lubricate it, then pushed forward, impaling me on his cock as he held onto my hips and took my pussy for the first time. I cried out and gasped as he pushed harder. I winced as he pushed against something, then realised that it was my hymen, Tatiana's hymen. Biting my lip as he pushed harder, I stiffled a scream as he pushed past it and took my cherry, just like he had paid well to. It hurt for several more stokes, then it began to ease up. Holding onto the bed sheets, I quietly cried as he thrust again and again into my pussy. My body soon took control and gripped his shaft. Even through the condom, I felt his cock swelling and pulsing, ready to cum. After what felt like hours, I cried out as he came. The condom stayed intact as he thrust and slammed into me from behind. As much as I tried to hide it, I felt what must be my own orgasm coming. Moaning over and over, he continued to thrust into my quivering pussy as I bit down on the sheets as my first orgasm went through my petite, teenage body. He stayed inside me until he had softened, then slid out of me and had me unroll the condom. Taking it from me, he had me stick out my tongue, then poured it out over my tongue. I was made to hold it in place and only swallow when the condom was empty. "You were worth it girl, every dollar," he told me as he got dressed again. I stayed curled up on the bed as my mind went through what my new body had sent it. He then fingered my pussy, rubbed his glistening fingers over one of my pigtails, then put his overcoat back on and left. That was my first, and the only time I was asked to dress in a themed outfit for a client. After that, I had to see 10 to 12 men a day. They all used condoms, one of the rules, and they couldn't bruise us or smack us around, another rule of Anatoly's. bruised and unhealthy girls don't get picked and cant make much money for him. It was all the bottom line for him. After 6 months at the brothel in Atlantic city, I was moved to one in Baltimore. Being near Annapolis US Naval Academy, we got more than a few prospective military personnel visiting us. They were usually young, but not so rough on us. They were polite and even thanked me for doing what I was being forced to, this made it bearable, but only just. A few times a group would come. I don't know how they heard of the place but somehow they found it. At other times, a couple of us girls would be taken to private buildings near the Academy, never in the Academy, that was impossible for cadets to do. I found myself liking the cadets that I serviced, after spending my first months servicing men who didn't care at all about my own pleasure or welfare, it was good to have someone care for me for a change. Sometimes after the deed had been done, they would stay and talk to me for 10 or 15 minutes, casual talk, which I found myself liking and even gave them some advice on things. I began to ensure that I was free at certain times of the day, when I knew they would come. I took whatever happiness and pleasure I could get. The Baltimore address was one I liked more than the Atlantic City one, so when I was taken out 3 months later to be moved to one in Washington DC, I memorised the street name and the address. Whenever I was driven to another brothel, I gazed out the window, so close to freedom, yet so far, I told myself. With me in the car was another girl being transferred, another blonde called Anna, she was more withdrawn and quiet. During the drive, I did my best to snap her out of it. I wrapped my slender arms around her as she shook in my arms. I whispered into her ear that I would look out for her. After all, we were all in this together and I intended to expose all the houses if I was ever rescued. As we were lead into the Washington DC house, I thought about my parents, had they considered me dead, was I already mourned in my home country?. Once inside, we were made to strip down to our lingerie, then taken down into the basement. It was darker than the one in Baltimore, colder. As we were both staving, we were allowed to have a meal before we saw our first clients. My first client was in his late 40's, wearing a well fitted suit and looked important. He didn't even wait for me to get on the bed in one of the bedrooms before tugging my panties down my hips and thighs. As soon as I stepped out of them, he pushed me down onto the bed and undressed as well. I quickly got up on my knees, with my smooth, milky white ass raised up as he put a condom on, then used my already flowing juices to lubricate it. He then slid into my pussy from behind and pounded into me. As he thrust hard, I closed my eyes and pictured myself somewhere serene, far from here. that's the only way I got through it at times. I even said a specific rhyme in my head when he stretched me wider and held onto my hips. Shuddering as he came inside me, he nearly collapsed on top of me, then slowly slid out of me and took off his condom. Dropping it in a bin by the bed, he lightly spanked me and walked into the ensuite bathroom. Waiting until he had sat down, I got up and reached for his jacket. Feeling the familiar shape of a cell phone, I took it out and checked the date and time. A business card in his wallet identified him as a US senator. Taking one of them out, I rubbed my juices over the bottom of it, then some of his cum from the condom as well. I needed proof that I had been systematically raped if I was ever rescued, and to bring those that took me down, including the men that freely used me and cared nothing for me. As I heard him flush the toilet, I quickly replaced the phone and wallet, then put the card under the bottom shelf of the dresser next to the bed. Returning to my prone position on the bed, I lay still as he put his jacket and overcoat back on. "Yess Tatiana, your good, I'll be sure to see you again," he told me as he left. Just what I needed, a regular customer. Anatoly was clearly waiting until he thought we were broken to take us to a private party. Two months after arriving in Washington DC, 7 of us were told to dress sexily for a booked private party. I had chosen a short pleated tartan skirt, black thigh high fishnet stockings, a white front tie crop top and 4in sling back heels. We were driven out to one of the private estates in the area in a stretch limo. It was my third time ever in a limo. Sitting with my legs crossed, I looked at the other girls. They were all hiding their nervousness and apprehensiveness. I looked out as the limo stopped at the gate, then it was opened up. I was amazed by the size of the grounds and the mansion. The high fence around the estate ensured privacy and that the only way out was by car. As the limo was parked, the door was opened and we were let out. Some of the girls couldn't hide their shock and awe as we were guided to the front doors At the knock by one of our guards, the solid mahogany doors opened up and a well dressed man stood there. He looked and stood like someone from a college, Ivy League perhaps, more money than sense and respected none of it. The bundle of hundred dollar bills passed from his hands to one of our guards, then we were let into the mansion. "Yo guys, the girls are here," he yelled as we filed in and walked through to the back. Our various heels tapped and clicked on the floors as we reached the back. There was a huge pool, a BBQ set up and two kegs in place. I noticed that one guard hadn't left the limo, and another one had stopped at the doors. Escape that way was impossible. The call and the sight of our young, sexily clad bodies drew the group of men to us, there had to have been at least 30 here. The bundle of cash had been pretty big, 10 to 15 grand at least, so clearly it was anything goes for the day and night. We were encouraged to spread out and mingle. We accepted the plates of food given to us and sat down on their laps to eat. I sat on one's lap and arched my back as he reached around me to squeeze my breast. "Oh yes, you and me tonight pet," he whispered to me as I squirmed on his lap. Clearly this was a group of rich kids, heirs to fortunes on a break or just left for a day of fun, and we were the fun. After we had had something to eat and drink, the girls I had arrived with began to disappear one by one. A hand went around mine and I was guided to one of the upstairs rooms. Carried in as if I weighed nothing and dropped onto the bed, I squirmed back as he undressed and moved next to me, then untied my crop top, freeing my breasts for him to fondle and play with. I arched my back and moaned as he rubbed my nipples, then reached under my skirt to tug at my high cut satin panties. Knowing better than to refuse, I said nothing as he took them off and put them in his pocket, then rubbed the tip of his cock against my pussy. Thinking fast, I turned around and took the head of his cock into my mouth. The act of oral sex still made me feel ashamed, but I was used to it and a lot better at it, I soon had his cock thick and ready. I helped him to roll a condom over his thick cock, then turned around to let him guide it into my smooth pussy. I knew that the other girls were going through this by now and thought of them as I heard faint cries and moans. My moans soon joined theirs as he pulled me back and forth against him, filling my pussy again and again as he called me a slut. I cried as he spanked me between thrusts. He was like most of the others I had had before. I raised my ass up and went to my private place as he slammed into me, then came in the condom. "MMM, 500 dollars each, money well spent," he told me as he slowly eased out of me and got dressed again. Not saying a thing, I stayed as I was, my ass raised up as he opened the door to let in one of his friends. He did the same thing and slammed into my pussy again. With so many men per women, every man there would have their turn to enjoy us. After my 6th coupling, I was helped to sit on the satin covered bed and offered a glass of champagne by my 7th. Thanking him, I drank it as he looked over my petite, sensual body. When he finished his, he spun me around and slammed into me like the others had. He called me a slut and a whore over and over. Real tears filled my eyes as he said it over and over. He of course ignored them and used my pussy as if he owned it. When he finally slid out of me and took his condom off. I turned my head to the clock by the bed, it was 7pm and getting dark. Surprised that time had passed so fast, I froze as I heard footsteps walk into the room. Bracing myself for more, I pressed my face on the pillow and raised my milky white ass up for whoever it was. I expected to hear the unzip, then the comment about me, but neither came, instead, I heard a voice say to me. "I don't want you for sex, I thought you might be hungry." Sniffing the air, I turned my head and saw one of the men from the party. Dressed like the others, he had a plate of food in his hand, chicken fingers, spring rolls, a range of foods, and a drink for me in his other hand. I didn't move at first, thinking that it was a trick of some kind, but he made no move to me. Realising that he was the real deal, I slowly sat up and thanked him as I took the plate and glass from him. Putting the glass next to the bed, I started on the plate, I was hungry, very hungry and I ate as fast as I could. "Thank you," I told him as I drank from the glass. He was the only one so far to treat me well. "Its ok, I know how long its been since you last ate. don't be alarmed, I wont do anything to you that you don't want me to do," he answered as I attacked the food. "Its ok, I know what I'm here for, your not like them, why not," I asked him as he glanced at my slowly rising breasts. "The Radcliffes own this mansion and another, his son decided to throw a party to celebrate graduating and told us to just come. Most come for the sex, the drugs, drink and party. I get all the sex I need at home, and as for drugs, I never touch the stuff." he told me as I soon felt full and whole again. Thanking him again, I sipped from my drink, then started on the spring rolls, it was all warm and fresh as I ate. "So what's your name," he asked me as I pulled the sheet over my hips and took in my petite, sensual body and angelic face. "Its Tatiana, you're the first one to ask me that today, they must be good friends of yours," I told him as I ate and ate until I had cleared my plate. "Them, no, they have friends, and they have friends. We're friends that he knows from college, or high school. I run a promotions company and managed to get an invite to this party. Its not the first I've been to," he told me as I finished my drink and put it aside with the plate. "So he throws these parties regularly, they get together and relax, have a good time." "Yes, most of us are lawyers, stockbrokers, doctors, high powered jobs, we come here, unwind, take in the scenery, have one day where the outside rules don't count," he told me as I took this in. "But you wont.. Take me like the others did," I softly asked him. "No, only if you let me, and freely offer, as I said, I'm not like the others. You want desert, come downstairs with me, I'll get you some ice cream and, see what they think about that," he said as he took my hand and guided me to my feet. Stopping only to put my pleated tartan skirt back on, I walked downstairs with him. His arm stayed wrapped around me the whole time. No one stopped us as he lead me into the huge kitchen and put his hands on my waist to lift me up onto the bench. Idly swinging my feet against the cabinet, I watched as he scooped ice cream into two bowls, then handed me one. His gaze went from the ice cream to my firm breasts. As a guy I had always been a tit man, no two pairs were alike, so I was used to looking at them, but not from this angle. I slowly ate it and listened to him talking. No one bothered us or tried to lead me away from him. He treated me like a real person, not a sex object, and I found myself wanting to do something for him. Putting the empty bowl away, I leaned closer to him and whispered into his ear. He froze as he listened, then put me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs. A few of his friends laughed and urged him on as I was carried out of sight and put on the same bed I had been in before. Slowly licking my red lips, I leaned closer and undid his pants. Gently easing out his cock, I ran my tongue underneath it, then around the head. It twitched against my lips as I smiled and suckled on the head gently. I guided him around and had him sit on the bed, then continued to tease his cock with my lips and tongue. As his thighs parted, I slid my soft lips back and forth along his shaft, back and forth as he shook and rested his hands on his legs. Suckling harder and faster, I worked as he moaned louder and louder. I expertly slid my lips back and forth along his shaft. My fingers and fingernails ran over his cum filled balls as he was under my spell. Closing my eyes, I slid back and forth, over and over as his cock throbbed and pulsed in my warm mouth. It didn't take long for him to cum for me and spurt his thick cum into my mouth. Closing my lips around his shaft, I continue to suckle as he spurted again and again. As he stopped, I cleaned his cock with my tongue, then pulled back. Before the head left my mouth, I heard applause coming from behind me. Spinning around, I was surprised to see 7 guys standing there, clearly people that he knew. "Well, its about time the monk got some," one of them said as they looked from him to me. "You said it, about time," another said as I wiped around my lips, then zipped him back up. "Don't be shy, now I'm up for some more," another said as I looked to my benefactor. "No, I'm not done with her yet, now get out of here, and close the door behind you," he said to them as they chuckled and laughed, then closed the door behind them. "Thank you," I told him as he let me lay on the bed, then laid down behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He just held me for an hour. I felt safe and secure in his arms. The knock of the door disturbed us and we both sat up. It opened to show one of my guards, who told me that I had 15 minutes until I had to go. I wanted to tell him the truth about me, but something stopped me. He lead me into the bathroom and gave me some privacy. Feeling alone, I washed my inner thighs and pussy. I blinked away tears and walked out to the bed. As he watched on, I changed back into the skirt, crop top and slipped my feet back into my heels. Knowing that I had to go, to return to the brothel, I stood up and walked downstairs with him. I found the other girls waiting as well. I didn't want to go, and hoped that I would see him again. We were walked out and taken back to the limo to be driven home. More time passed, I saw new girls come and watched other girls go. Our clients had freedom that we had and took it for granted like I had. I continued to get samples of their semen wherever I could and stayed strong. After one particularly long session, I sat in the basement, wearing a betty boop cotton singlet and matching bikini playing solitaire on the table. I was more used to playing it on a computer but the only computer that I had seen was Anatoly's laptop, which he guarded as zealously as the glock pistol under his jacket. "What are you playing," I heard Anya ask me. She had been here for 3 weeks, a new arrival from Romania. It was weird, but I had begun to remember things from Tatiana's life, her family, the places she had been, St Petersburg, with that came her memories of Russian. Anya spoke pretty good Russian but her English wasn't as good. "Its solitaire, come closer, I'll show you," I told her as she hopped off her bunk and came to sit down next to me. "You have to get the cards into their respective suits, spades, clubs, hearts and diamonds." I spent the next few minutes telling her about it and the rules of it. "I used to play it at my mothers workplace, I'd come in from work, sit at one of the office computers and play it for an hour or two. It was that, or minesweeper, that game I could never figure out," I added as I showed her how it was played. I was older than her in ways that she didn't know, I helped her, told her ways to endure and survive. I also told her the rhymes that I used to get by when things got bad. 3 weeks later, I was told to pack and get ready to go to yet another hidden brothel with 4 other girls, long term ones like me. Lead out to a waiting van, we were driven away and taken north. I followed the overhead signs as much as I could and knew that we were being taken from Maryland and into Virginia. We sat still as we were driven for hours, only stopping occasionally for bathroom breaks. Any food for us was bought by one of our drivers. They took turns driving through the night, leaving us to curl up in the back of the van. It wasn't until the next day that we were near our destination, from what I could make out, we were in Richmond, the confederate capital. I had to smile at that, the irony of our situation and where we were. The sound of a cell phone ringing got the attention of one of our drivers, who answered it. Within seconds, he had said something to the driver, who quickly did a u-turn and drove back the way he came. We were pushed hard against our seat belts as we were driven down a side street and onto another one. "What's going on, what," I asked them as they looked worried and panicked. "A change of plan, the house was raided, we're trying to find another place for you until one is ready," he told me as we parked at the back of a club. We stayed put while one of them got out to make several more calls. Two hours later, he got back into the van and gave the driver an address. As I understood more Russian than I did before I started getting the real Tatiana's memories, I made out the words storage, and east. We were driven for an hour before stopping at a service station. One of them left, then returned with at least 8 water bottles and food to last a while. Looking at the other girls, we were all confused as we were driven away again. As we neared a complex, we were told to all duck down on the seats so as not to be seen. we did as he told us and I heard talking in English. We were at a long term storage facility. Staying down, we stayed like that until the van stopped and we were let out. Told to say nothing, we didn't as we were able to stretch our legs. The roller door on the storage shed was opened up and we were ordered in. Holding onto one of the other girls as she hesitated, I got her to follow me in. "How long will we be in here for, and for how long, please, I must know," I asked them as I didn't have to sound scared and worried, I already was. "Not long, a day or two, this should last until then, do not make noise or try to get out," one of them told us as he gave me a box containing the food and water that had been bought, then slid the roller door down and locked it from the outside. I quickly found a light switch and turned it on, inside was assorted furniture, several couches, tables, a mattress and boxes containing assorted clothes and other things. We quickly set things up, I took one of the couches and the other girls took the other couch and the mattress. I sat on the couch, my legs brought up against my chest as they talked softly to each other. I could make out some of what they were saying, but not everything. How long would we be in here, would they forget us, I hoped not. As we waited, time passed, one day, then a second. We went through the food and water and stayed quiet whenever we heard people outside. On the evening of the second night, I suddenly sat up after having a dream that was almost a memory, in it, I was being taken away by someone, not the French babe that had lured me away, but a greek looking man. As I sat up and wrapped my slender arms around my breasts, I realised that it was a real memory. One of Tatiana being taken away, still trembling from the memory, my hand felt something down the side of the couch I was sleeping on. Easing it out, I saw that it was a silver and red cubic zirconia fashion cross, that meant that we weren't the first trafficked girls to be kept here. As no one else was awake, I put it around my neck and curled up again. On the afternoon of the third day, we were woken by the sound of the roller door opening up. The same two men told us to pack and file into the van again. "Thank you , thank you for coming," I told them as we returned to the van and were taken away. I did my best to memorise the location of the facility and drank some fresh water that was given to us. Part of me had thought that they would never come back, that we might die in there. "A new place has been set up for you, no cops know," they told us as we were driven for about 30 mins, and let out in front of a house in a slightly run down area. We stayed together as we were taken inside. Similar layout, 5 rooms, mimimal furniture. We were taken to the basement, secure and set up with bunk beds. Our routine began again, and for the next year, I was servicing at least 12 men a day. Some weren't hard on me, others were. Some of them made me cry out, but very few of them cared about me or considered me anything more than a quick fuck. I was just someone to casually use then disgard afterwards. I cried quietly after people like that. After each john, I had to have a quick shower, put on fresh lingerie and make up, so I looked like I was their first one of the day. My oral skills had increased in my time here and I never failed to get my clients aroused. As I kneeled on the bed in front of one particular man, he sat on the bed and smiled as my head bobbed back and forth on his lap. I still felt ashamed whenever I did this. As I got him ready, he shifted then jerked as my teeth nicked the head of his cock. Suddenly fearfull, I winced as he pulled me off his lap by my long ponytail and backhanded me. Knocked away from him, I cried again as my head hit the bedside table. Pressing my head to my temple as I fell off the bed, I lay there, trembling and biting my lip as I felt blood trickling from my wound. With my head level with the floor, I saw his feet and ankles come into view and stop in front of my left wrist, "That,.. Hurt," he said to me, then stomped down on my wrist. I cried and screamed as he stomped down on my wrist, again and again. Just when I thought I was about to pass out from the pain, I heard the door kicked open. His feet turned around, then he grunted and dropped to the floor. His hands were pressed to his stomach and he was having a lot of trouble breathing. Quickly pulling my wrist away, I held onto it as I sat up. Tears filled my eyes as pain radiated from my red and purple wrist. As I looked up at the face of the house guard, I saw that it was Boris, one of the newer guards here. He quickly checked me out then called one of the other girls in to come in. as I was helped up onto the bed, he pushed a button on his cell phone. He had to have called Anatoly, as he looked at both of us, talked for a minute, then hung up. "Empty your wallet," he told him as he towered over him. Boris was at least 6ft 4inches tall, and the boxing champion of his division. My former client quickly emptied out his wallet, then was told to stand back up. The second he did, he was knocked backwards, his hands pressed over his nose as blood streamed from it. "You were warned about your temper last time Eric, now get changed and don't come back here again, or to any of Anatoly's houses," he told him as Katie took me downstairs and got me dressed in casual clothes, a denim skirt, midriff t shirt, panties and 2in heeled sandals. Boris came down and walked me out to one of the houses SUV's. As I got out, I saw a Richmond PD squad car at a nearby house. It may have been there for any reason, but both cops saw us as we neared the SUV. I did my best to ignore them but they must have realised something was up and approached us. "Is everything ok," one of them asked me as we stopped. "Yes, I'm ok, I just,, broke my wrist when I.. Fell of a ladder, that's all, my,, father is taking me to a hospital," I told them as Boris stood there, as calm as possible. Glancing at each other, I was lead away by one of them while the other talked to Boris. "If your in trouble,.. And cant say anything, you can just,, blink your eyes twice quickly at me," he said softly to me as I stood before him. This was my chance, to get help, and for some reason, I did blink my eyelids twice at him, then smiled up at him, "It was an accident, I,, please, my wrist is really starting to hurt," I told him as he handed me his card. Why he did that I don't know, but I took it from him, then handed it back. "I'm ok, really, I just need to get my head and wrist checked," I added as I looked back at Boris. "Ok, I'm sorry to have held you up, get your wrist looked at," he told me as I walked away. Glancing back at him, I saw him put the card in his outside jacket pocket, without putting his fingerprints over mine. I hadn't said a thing, but I had let him know I was in trouble, and he had my prints. I hid a smile as I was driven away by Boris. "I didn't tell them anything, I swear it, he asked me if I was in trouble, but I told him nothing," I told him as he asked me. He drove me to the nearest hospital and took me into the waiting area. Things must have been arranged because barely 5 minutes after we got there, my name was called and we were lead into an empty examination room. A young looking doctor checked my wrist and the deep cut on my temple. "I don't think the wrist is broken, but she will need stitches on this deep cut on her temple, I'll have someone come in and do them," he told Boris as we waited. Another young doctor came in later to put 5 stitches through the cut. They had to have been paid in cash by Boris, as I didn't sign anything and we left as quickly as we had arrived. With a wrist brace on my left wrist, and stitches through the cut on my temple, I didn't say much as I was driven back to the house. The other girls that weren't with men checked on me as I was led down to the basement to rest for a few hours. I had to lie with two men that day. The next day was like any other day. My wrist didn't impede my normal duties, so I was back on the beds, bent over the bed or on my knees on it. I don't know how much longer I could do this without flipping out, but that day was fast approaching. Two months after my assault, I was put in a van with 2 other girls and driven out of the city. It was late at night, so no one knew that it was us being driven away. To replace someone or because I was needed for something special, I have no idea, I didn't ask and I wasn't told. Everything about my life was decided by someone else. What I wore, who I saw, when I ate, even what I ate, I hated it but hid it as best I can. Driven through the night, I fell asleep on one of the back seats and woke up as the van stopped. Looking out the tinted window, I saw that we were in front of the Washington DC house. As I was led in, I recognised some of the girls from before, some were new, so new they looked scared, the others were resigned to their lives here. I heard Anatoly's voice almost as soon as I walked in and was called up to his room on the second floor. "Welcome back Tatiana, I'll bet your wondering why your back here. Several people you saw wanted you back here, so I had you brought back. The senator you were with is one of them, and a few others, they promised to pay extra to have you, and I do aim to please, so this will be your home for the next year at least," he told me as I sat nervously on his bed. The very next night, the US senator I had been with visited and took particular pleasure in using every one of my holes, my mouth first, then my ass and pussy. He thrust in so hard some times that I screamed out, it was music to his ears as he took me again and again. The next day, one of my clients was another senator, then an aide. This happened for several more days, then it ended and I was back to regular men, paying a hundred or two hundred dollars to bend me over and use me every which way. After my last clients of the day, when it was about 9 to 10pm, he would let me have something to eat in his room, then give him a shoulder rub and back massage. I said very little as I worked on massaging him. He took calls and put things into his laptop. I took in as much detail as I could. The tallies from our work was in there, he was making a fortune from our labour. I silently watched what he did on it, and got his password for his laptop, and to get into his sensitive applications. He clearly thought that I was broken in and had no will to fight. I had plenty of will to fight, I just hid it inside me. Not long after July 4, I was given a black cockta