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 Title: Vicky and Me
Keyword: MF, BDSM.  (Implied Mf, Mm, and rape.)

   BY OneHeavyHand@hotmail.com



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Title: Vicky and Me



   For now we will just leave my name as Joe as not to confuse myself with
someone that actually cares.  You see I live in Los Angeles, and like
everyone else I have to make a living.  For me that means keeping an eye
out for destitute young girls and boys with visions of stardom dancing in
their heads.  I guess you could call me a talent scout, at least that is
what's printed on my business cards.  And many do end up in front of a
camera, or under the covers of some wealthy old pervert.  Either way I get
paid and paid very well.  It's not hard work for a guy like me.  At just
5'9 and 210 pounds plus a tendency to wear loose clothes, I look less like
a thug and more like a fat old man.  My receding hair adds to the effect
and gives me a friendly fatherly look that draws them to me like roaches to
a hotel.

   Given my job I take a lot of walks through the parks and near the bus
stations, often stopping in at the all night dinners or from time to time
the bus station itself.  That was the first place I saw her, in the bus
station that is.  Her overnight bag sitting in her lap as if she was
waiting the call for her bus.  She looked confident, her blond hair well
groomed and her blue eyes alive and aware.  The girl couldn't have stood
more than 4'6" and looked way too young to be traveling by herself; still
she didn't fit the mold of the starry eyed runaway I was looking for.  That
wasn't all that unusual though, some 9 out of 10 them had parents someplace
close by.  It took patience and an eye for catching nervous ticks to hone
in on the right ones.

   Unexpectedly I caught a glimpse of her the next night at the all night
dinner just across from the bus station.  That caught my attention and
prompted me to wait and see if it was the same girl and if she was alone. A
lone girl around these parts caught a lot of eyes and it was all too likely
that one of my associates had already picked her up.  After two hours of
waiting I somehow missed her leaving the establishment, putting me down a
night's work and that much more money.

   I was always a lucky one and my luck paid dividends when the next night
I happened on her huddled up on a bench not far from the entrance to one of
the parks I and the newer runaways frequented.  She had a blanket pulled up
against the cool night air, her knees tight against her chest and a faraway
almost drugged look in her eyes.  Her disheveled hair and the smell of
garbage telling me the streets of LA had not been nice to her that day.

   Like most of the destitute, when I sat down on the far end of the bench
Vicky didn't move away.  Her arms bundled up around her knee's a bit
tighter, but little other outward sign of my presence showed.  Putting on
my best worried look I asked the girl if she was alright, waiting a few
seconds without an answer before sliding a few inches closer.  Again I
asked as she slowly turned her head to face me, her eyes remaining distant
and uncomprehending for a few more seconds.  When the tears started to flow
I worked myself right up next to her and slid an arm around her shoulder.
The girl instinctly putting her head to my chest as she sought the comfort
of my fatherly hug.

   I had done this more than once to be sure, and had a great deal of
patience.  I did nothing but sit there and hold her in my arms knowing like
everyone in her situation, she would soon want to talk.  And once I had her
talking, telling me her story and her secrets I would have all I needed to
plan out my next move.  Whatever her story I wouldn't find out until three
in the morning when she woke up in my arms, the drugged look gone and her
wits somewhat restored.  Having fallen asleep myself she might have slipped
way without ever having told it at all.  I had however wrapped it around my
arm as a precaution sometime before falling asleep, so when Vicky tried to
retrieve the blanket she had little choice but to wake me.

   "Feeling better?" I asked as I let her take the blanket and move a short
distance away from me.  It was all a practiced dance for me, letting her
keep her illusion of freedom while I tightened the noose around her pretty
little neck.  Even after having been taught a very nasty lesson in street
life, Vicky was no different than any other I had ran across.  My gentle
voice and slow patting of the seat beside me soon bringing her back to my
side with a nod and a "Yes, thank you."

   "You don't look so good." I continued after she sat down.  "You have
someplace to stay yet"?  The girl just shook her head no as she busied
herself buy looking down at her unman cured finger nails.  "Been here
long." I asked, and then watched as her eyes started to tear up again. 
"It's ok sweetie!" I said as I pulled her back into my embrace, "You can
tell me." The flood gates of her mind opened as wide as the tear ducts in
her eyes.  Her voice quivering as she laid her woes bare.

   Vicky's story like many didn't start till her life was turned upside
down.  In her case only after her mom let a boyfriend move in.  The man was
apparently little more than a beast to hear Vicky tell it, and like one he
turned the house into his man cave the very first day.  Then a few days
later he brazenly began walking in while she was in the shower only to
expose himself before leaving.  She explained that for the next week any
time her mother was out of the house, he terrorized her.  First just by
exposing himself or groping her as he passed.  But after she and her mom
got into a fight over his touching her, things got far worse.

   This was not a new story for me, I had heard it from more than one other
that like her thought the street was a better fate than staying at home. 
Moms have a tendency to refuse to believe that the man she loves would do
something so perverse.  The end result being that the man she loves off
times takes liberties with the flesh of her flesh.  Simply put some women
so desperately want to believe there man, they forget to believe anyone
else.

   I listened to the girl as she skipped forward to the first time her
mom's boyfriend raped her.  The pore things body shivering from the memory
as she haltingly forced the words out of her mouth.  Her pain and anger
evident as the tone of her voice grew stronger and louder.  She didn't go
into detail, though it was clear he had taken a precious prize, one that
would have seriously raised her value.  It was only after he took her twice
more she tried and talk to her mother again.  Another heated argument where
her mom called her a liar and she gathered her few prized possessions,
three changes of clothes, and the rent money her mom stored in the china
cabinet before sneaking out the bedroom window.

   I took a moment to think about how I should to handle her then as I
gently ran my fingers through her hair as a father might I asked, "What
happened to your bag".  She took a bit longer to answer me this time, her
mind perhaps still unwilling to process the last day.  When she did speak
there was a hint of fear and uncertainty in her voice.  I could see form
what she told me why she was in her current state, and why the drugged
look. She had gone into the dinner for the second night, getting herself a
meal and to warming up.  But when after the dinner crowed left she was
still there, the cook took an interest in her.  Much of the rest was a
blur, the cook having spiked her soda with what I was guessing had I cared
to find out would turn out to be GHB.

   She wouldn't tell me what had happened or who had done it at first, just
saying when she woke up she was already in the park and her clothes covered
in garbage.  Wanting her to feel as helpless as possible I poked and
prodded her with questions until she broke down in a mass of quivering
flesh and tears.  The girl had been through a hard night, and nearly as
hard a day from what she told me.  Her small body held hostage in the
kitchen where she had been stripped and fucked by as she called it, a bunch
of guys.  Telling me how she tried to scream when he first picked her up
from the booth, and how her body felt as if it was no longer her own.

   I was taking a chance at this point as some of the runaways that have
this sort of thing happen go into a mental meltdown if you push to deep,
and that makes them useless for my purposes.  Thankfully she was showing no
such signs, my questions being answered in a more and more confident tone.
By the time I had gotten all she could remember, the girl was talking like
it had been another day at the office.

   "Tell you what," I said wanting to move things along.  "I'll get your
stuff back if I can, but you have to promise me you will go home." This was
a standard ploy, telling them they had to go home as it enforced their need
for someone's help.

   Vicky played right into my hand, shaking her head no and backing away
from me.  "I can't go back there, I'd rather freeze."

   Reaching out I took one of her hands in mine and turned on the charm. 
"Sweetie, you won't freeze out here but you could die.  Or worse you could
be raped by one of the homeless around here and end up with some awful
diseases."

   "You don't know." she began "He will never touch me again".

   "What's your name?" I asked sternly, letting her answer then continuing.
"Vicky, I've lived in this city all my life, you won't make it a week
before you're running for your life or worse." Seeing the determined look
in her eyes I continued "But if you're dead set on it, you've already got
your first taste." Standing up I turned to head back to my car then looked
back down at her.  "You want your stuff, I'll talk to the folks at the
dinner and see what I can find out." I heard her catch up to me just inside
the park, her hand taking mine as we made our way towards the dinner.

   Half way to the dinner the voice beside me asked, "Can we get something
to eat first." I was nearly floored by the request.  If it had been me I
would never have gone near that dinner again.  But I guess she felt safe
with me there, not that it mattered as I wasn't about to let the cook have
a second chance.  "I don't know I have enough on me, but if you want I did
my shopping yesterday."

   Vicky held up short, the gears in her head turning as she thought her
situation through.  The silence broken by a deep sigh as she nodded her
head.  "You want to do that stuff too, don't you."

   Yea she was a smart one alright, broken and battered but smart.  My
discussion with the cook was short and heated, but the prospects of more
heat than the cook cared to explain to his wife got me the overnight bag
and two hundred dollars which I promptly handed back to him.  "Just call me
first next time." I told him after tossing my card down on the counter.

   He was stuffing the card in his apron pocket when Vicky grabbed her
overnight bag from me.  The girl was so quick I thought she was going to
run and I'd be out the two hundred.  Instead she dropped to the curb and
took a quick inventory of her belongings.  I couldn't see what was in the
bag but whatever it was she was happy to have it back.  The girl's smile
beaming from her face as she let me help her back to her feet and guide her
to my car.

   Vicky sat in the car without saying a word, her thoughts not likely any
different than any of the others that had sat in the same place.  I bet I
could have told her exactly what she was thinking, her mind replaying
everything that had brought her to this point in her life.  I had seen some
have epiphanies while sitting there, one suddenly so scared she jumped from
the car before I could get it to a stop.  Most thankfully either bought my
stories, or like Vicky felt I was as good a choice as any they had
available.



   Unlike most Americans I had chosen my house to fit my work not my life
style.  It was little more than a double wide trailer on about an acre of
sandy soil, but it was safe and easy to slip in and out of unnoticed.  It
was also a three bedroom, meaning I had my own room as well as two extra to
use as whatever the situation needed.  Currently as I had no clients
staying with me they were both sitting empty except some left behind
clothes and a few unwanted memories.

   Clutching her overnight bag to her chest as she followed me inside,
Vicky took her first steps into her new life with an exaggerated sigh. 
Like the outside, the inside wasn't much to look at.  It was a bit dark as
I kept the shades closed, but it was still relatively clean thanks to the
last young lady that had stayed with me.  The kitchen, living room, and
dining room were all basically one room.  The Kitchen having a bar and two
stools to separate it from the others.  To one end of the main room was a
very short hall that ended in the master suite, the other end having a
longer hall leading to two more bedrooms and a bathroom.

   It was towards the long hall that I pointed, telling Vicky to shower up
before eating.  Adding that there were some clean clothes she might fit in
the back bedroom if she wanted to change.  Leaving the rest up to her I
pulled a frozen pizza from the freezer and waved her into motion.  With the
pizza in the micro and her in the shower I poured myself a glass of wine
and sat back to wait and see how she would come out.

   Some come out dressed in their own clothes, some in something left
behind by another.  And a very few tried to make a run for it out the back
door.  For the runners I knew exactly how things would go, but I didn't
think Vicky would be one of them.  No for Vicky I figured she would come
out in her own clothes, she seemed pretty damned attached to her stuff now
that she had it all back.  Folks like that were not very trusting at first,
they took extra work and could be hit or miss.

   The first thing I noticed when Vicky came back out was her hair, now
clean and hanging draped over her shoulders to stop mid-way down her chest.
Her feet and legs were bare beneath a Tee-shirt bearing a brown teddy bear
with four blue blocks spelling PINK out across the midriff.  I gave her a
little spin with my forefinger and surprisingly she smiled and spun around
just fast enough that by intent or not, the hem of the shirt rose enough I
could see she was wearing a pair of white panties beneath.

   There was no dining table per say so Vicky settled herself on one of the
stools after retrieving the pizza from the microwave.  Chowing it down in
short order along with nearly half a quart of milk as she questioned me
about how I happened to find her and why I was helping her.  Again this was
nothing new to me, and I knew how and when to side step such questions.  By
the time Vicky asked where she could sleep I was half there myself. 
Knowing the Keyed locks would keep her inside, I pointed her to the first
room down the hall then retired behind the locked door of my own room.

   A phone call woke me about 3 in the afternoon, the discussion was about
an ex client of which I was still owed money.  I had to get rather nasty
with the director when he refused payment, telling me the boy wouldn't
perform.  That was no concern of mine however, I got paid for delivery not
activity and put it back in the director's lap.  Then in no uncertain terms
I let the director know the many ways I could and would extract payment if
I didn't have cash in hand that night.

   Smelling the coffee brewing, I stepped out of my room to be greeted by
Vicky who had from the looks of it had taken up residency in my living
room. "Hope you don't mind." she called from the kitchen where she was
stood in the same Tee as the night before, cooking what smelled like bacon
and eggs.  "I did laundry, and there's coffee ready."

   Leaving the piles of clothes where she had placed them, I let her pour
me a cup then found a clear stool and watched from my perch as she piled a
plate with bacon, eggs, and three beautiful pancakes.  Whatever else this
girl's mom had done, the girl knew her way around a kitchen.  It was my
turn now to ask the questions as I put the food away, my first question
being "How old are you!"

   I was dumb found by the answer, finding out that Vicky was no kid.  If I
hadn't seen her I would never have thought it possible, Vicky was all of 18
years old.  Nothing about her prepared me for that news, neither her nearly
nonexistent breast nor her child like face.  I simply had never seen a
dwarf that looked so much like just another kid.  Her being over 18 already
wasn't a problem, especially with how young she looked.  Hell as a Lolita
she might even bring in enough to make it worthwhile, but it was going to
require skills I knew she didn't have.

   I was however still confused as to why an 18 year old would move out
onto the streets, she had to know by now that she could go to the police or
clergy even a friend.  As it turned out as smart as this girl was seemed,
she was as gullible as a six year old.  I could only guess that it had been
her mother that filled her head with the nonsense she began to spout after
I asked why she was on the streets.  Whoever it was though had done me more
favor's than they would ever know.

   The more she talked the more I understood.  Vicky seemed to actually
believe that a woman taken out of wedlock, no matter the reason would go
straight to hell.  She had been taken by the Devil as she put it, and now
had no place in heaven.  She honestly seemed to believe that no respectable
man, let alone the lord would have her as a wife.  That I think was the
crux of it, Vicky had intended to join a convent and now thought that she
was spoiled goods.  If I was a religious man I would have thanked God right
then and there for the gift he had given me.



   "So what are your plans?  You won't make it on the streets another
week."

   Vicky looked like a puppy dog about to cry, her childish voice shaking
as she more asked than stated.  "I won't eat much I promise."

   "That's an expensive prospect sweetie, could make some money with a
movie or two." I said aloud to myself, Vicky just shrugging her shoulders
before looked back down at her work.

   "Vicky, there are two things I won't do, first is support someone
capable of supporting themselves." Vicky didn't look up even once as I
continued.  "And I'll be damned if I'm letting anyone stay I am not
fucking, so you got a choice to make."

   Normally I didn't do things quite like that unless they had tried to run
already.  Then it was not a choice.  No, it was usually smarter to work
them into it slowly over a few days.  Maybe suggesting I could help them
get into movies then helping them to start a portfolio, or as many already
wanted to be in the movies I often would skip straight to the "You won't
get any place if you don't have a good manager or you're not willing to
fuck your way onto the silver screen".

   I figured to get Vicky on board it would take little more than someone
to affirm her beliefs.  A task she made all too easy when she remained
silent.  "Now only two things I know of for someone like you to do in order
to make money." Taking a sip of coffee I shook my head slightly and sighed
when she finally looked up at me.  "Wish you hadn't fucked your life up
like that, bet you could have been someone a good wife."

   That clinched it, Vicky slouching in the chair and her eyes dropping
back into her lap.  "Now me, I don't care about shit like that.  Been with
girls like you before and even found a few some work.  Problem is you have
no work history now do you?" Vicky shook her head slightly left then right
as she tried to hold back her tears, a finger wiping away one that had
escaped.  "You didn't think things through to well did you.  Done paid for
that once too." I looked at Vicky hard, letting her get even more
uncomfortable than she already was before continuing.  "So what will it be,
pander yourself on the streets like a common whore?"

   "No!" she moaned in a low voice, her body beginning to rock back and
forth as she pulled her knee's up to her chest.

   The damage done I moved to the arm of the chair and pulled her head
against me as I whispered gently, "It's ok sweetie, you can stay if you
want."

   "I can?"

   "Sure." I said smiling down at her.  "But my rules, and you're gunna
have to earn your way."

   "Can't I just, clean and stuff instead of...  You know...  Doing it with
you?"

   I had to laugh, the look on her face as she looked up at me was so
innocent.  "Sweetie, that's part of the deal." I cooed.  "Not like you're a
virgin after all." When Vicky nodded her agreement I let her go, leaving
her to pull herself together while finishing the laundry.



   There is no time off in my line of work, you just never know when one
ripe for the pickings will show their pretty little faces.  And just
because I had one in the roost didn't mean I had a payday coming soon. 
Unluckily work day turned out like most, a few prospects that turned out
sour.  Still I had collected the $5000 owed to me so I was far from unhappy
when I pulled back up to the trailer around midnight.

   Vicky was what I can only call an oddity, it was almost like having a
wife.  The girl was not only awake, but was pulling dinner out of the
microwave as I walked in.  She sat chit chatting in that same long tee as
the night before.  Talking about what she had seen on TV interspersed with
questions about my night until I had finished eating, then quietly cleared
and cleaned the dishes as I sat back to relax.  As I watched her at the
sink I could more than see what her mom's boyfriend had seen in her.  The
girls lithe body almost what one could call elfish.  Something I was
finding to be quite the turn on.  Thankfully there were only a few dishes!

   As soon as they were done I decided it was time, asking Vicky to come
around and take a seat on one of the stools.  Vicky sat attentively as I
took both her hands in mine and looked her in the eyes before telling her
how I had thought over our arrangement and would hold off on making her
work, but she would have to continue cooking and cleaning in return.  She
was more than happy to agree to that, her smile beaming from ear to ear as
she quoted, "Cleanliness brings us closer to Godliness!"

   "Of course," I then added, "you'll still have to do the rest."

   Vicky bit her bottom lip lightly, her smile still on her face as she
nodded.

   "So let's see what I'm taking to bed." I said cheerfully, reaching down
to grab the hem of the Tee.  Vicky raised her arms, letting me pull the Tee
up and over her head.

   I let Vicky pull the shirt off as I took a look at her.  The girl's
small but proportional breast jumping out like miniature mountains topped
with puffy brown towers.  Her belly button set deep inside a well-toned
stomach that ended in what I could only hope would be a treat worthy the
temple that hid it.  I was at that moment as horney as I had ever been, my
balls already aching with a need that I would have to see to sooner than
later.  First I wanted to have a little more fun, telling her to get a pan
of warm water then strolling into my bathroom to find my old straight razor
and shaving kit.

   Most girls I shaved needed little more than a few stubs cut off and that
only needed a pair of clippers.  I had seen a full bush under Vicky's
panties, and I wanted to see what I could do to make that untamed forest
into a stylish play land.  Vicky true to her word did exactly as I told
her, lying on her back with her ass hung over the arm of the couch.  Her
legs pulled up and her knee's out to give me unfettered access to her honey
pot.  Vicky was scared, I could see that in her eyes and how she tried to
look anyplace but at me.  Lucky for her I don't mutilate my toys, cutting a
path through her blond hair until her pussy was as clean as the day she was
born.  I left only a small patch above her clit in the shape of an arrow
head pointing to her play house.

   There was a look of shock on Vicky's face when I told her to take a
look, the girl telling me how wrong it was until she caught her first look
at what I had done in the small mirror.  Her whole attitude changing as she
looked from the mirror to me and asked in a quivering voice if I really
thought she was pretty.  Guessing her mom's boyfriend had been rude or even
spiteful I gave her a big smile then chuckled lightly and answering by
reaching into my pants and pulling out my stiff dick.

   "This Dick doesn't lie." I said, giving it a stroke as I stepped around
to stand beside her.  "And it wants to know if you're just as beautiful
inside as you are outside."

   Vicky giggled as I turned her to face me, squealing girlishly when I
reached under and pulled her to the edge.  It wasn't until I lowered my
face between her legs that she took it all seriously.  Her breath suddenly
halting as she felt the first touch of a man's tongue against her clit. 
Vicky progressed quickly from there, her moans of pleasure coming faster
and stronger as I worked her to what I was pretty sure may have been her
first orgasm ever.

   I wasted no time pulling myself up into position, Vicky still shivering
from her orgasm as I lubed up my cock with her own juices.  The girl was
tight, way tighter than I had expected and the look on her face told me she
was expecting a rough ride.  I did my best to be gentle, waiting a few
moments after each thrust until I was about 5 inches deep.  By that point I
was ready to give in to my passions, my orgasm ready to blow a hole right
through her as I thrust down one last time.  Vicky grabbed me, pulling me
down even as she cried out in pain or pleasure.  My orgasm shattering my
mind as a gallon of cum filled what my cock did not.



   I'm no superman and my arms by this time were getting tired and sore
from hovering over her like I was.  I wanted nothing more now than to take
a seat and let my toes tingle, but Vicky was having none of that.  The
girl's outlook on sex had in one fuck changed from "if I have to", to "got
to have it".  Vicky held me tight, her legs wrapped around my ass as she
tried her damness to hump my now semi hard cock.

   "Damn girl," I said as I peeled her off.  "You don't want to wear it
down to a nub do you."

   With the spell broken Vicky suddenly became very aware of what had just
happened.  Not that I had fucked her per say, but that I had shot my sperm
into her pussy.  Her attitude changing yet again as she stood up and
started trying to get it out of her while yelling at me for getting her
pregnant.  It took a little bit to calm her down, even then only after
assuring her I was fixed years ago.  I really wasn't but I did have a very
low sperm count and I hated condoms.

   I swear the girl switched moods faster than my ex changed shoes.  With
the fear of being pregnant aleaved, Vicky was ready to fuck again.  And
though I was getting there fast, I wasn't about to do anything without a
little reciprocation of my earlier cunningness.  Thankfully the girl was
willing to give it a shot, following my instructions if a bit slow until
she was masterfully licking my cock and balls.  She seemed perversely
pleased each time she learned something new, especially when it prolonged
the experience.

   I don't have a clue how long she played me but the girl had become one
hell of a cock sucker in no time at all.  When she let me cum I took no
chances, grabbing her head and yelling "Swallow it bitch!" as I shoved the
head of my cock into the back of her mouth.  She swallowed and she gagged,
but in the end she handled the most of my orgasm.  Then without my
prompting dutifully cleaned what she missed.

   There was little choice after that, she had done all I could ask and
only wanted to fuck again in return.  So fuck we did, two more times before
I simply couldn't get it up again.  Then every night for the next week I
fucked her two and three times, never doing enough to placate her
insatiable appetite.  I was enjoying myself more than ever, this little
girl breathing life back into my long dead heart.  It was however starting
to get in the way of my work.  I had started to neglect my business,
something that I had to put a stop to if I was going to make my bills.



   As I saw it I had a choice, keep her or keep my business.  And though I
liked how she was making me feel, she wasn't paying the bills.  After only
a week I sat her down and explained the problem.  Expecting her to break
out crying or go into one of her frequent mood swings I was caught off
guard when she instead offered to help.

   "You're willing to work?" I asked only to have her respond with "Duh!"

   I didn't want to share her, but I knew I could get a healthy pay day for
even one movie.  I immediately fell into the manager role, talking to her
like I would any of the more willing prospects I came across.  Vicky
patiently waited till I finished then shrugged her shoulders and said "If
that's what you want me to do, but I was thinking more like actually
helping you."

   Realizing what she was saying I could only smile.  Everyone looks for
that secret weapon that would thrust them ahead in there careers.  A girl
like her would do just that for mine.  I could handle setting up tricks
while she was on the prowl for new talent.  And given her childish looks
and demeanor, what runaway wouldn't think she was just looking out for
them.

   I did see one issue, Vicky didn't know what she was getting the
prospective stars into.  She had no idea what they would be doing, or how
they would be treated if they didn't.  Her whole outlook on what I did was
centered on just a week of living with me, and that was far from how things
usually where.  With that and the fact that I tended to think of myself, I
agreed.  "But," I added as she hopped up and down in place.  "Not until you
understand what you're really doing."

   "When do we start?" was all she could say, her excitement overpowering
any common sense she had been gifted with.

   Not being one to look a gift horse in the mouth I pulled her to me and
gave her a hard kiss.  Our lips parting when I told her "Right now!", My
arms slipping down to her ass as I picked her up and headed towards my
room.

   Up till now the one place Vicky had not been allowed was my room.  I
kept it locked when I was not home, and when I was indisposed.  There were
a few reasons, chiefly that I didn't want to wake up with a knife sticking
out of me.  But also because of how I used my room.  After my ex left I had
redecorated, putting gray brick wall paper up then covering all the windows
with black paint and metal bars.  Attached to the walls around the room
were six electric candle lights and between them a number of cheap swords,
daggers, whips, and flails.

   Anyone who entered knew what that room was, even Vicky.  Her eyes
instantly falling on the shackles attached to the head and foot boards.  I
could see she was troubled, the lite in her eyes having lost its luster as
she tried to understand what she was seeing.  I didn't give her much time,
sliding her up on the bed then mounting her before she had a chance to
change her mind.  I fucked her for all she was worth, pounding her cunt
like I would never get another chance.  The fast tempo and constant beating
of my hips against her clit bringing Vicky to two orgasms before I had to
take a break.

   With her mind on the orgasm she had just had I asked, "You ready?" then
took the smile on her face as a yes.  Her smile started to fade as I pulled
left arm up over her head and with the sound of metal tapping metal, closed
a shackle around her wrist.  She was starting to understand what was going
on as her right wrist was locked beside the left, a fearful darkness taking
over the shine of passion in her eyes.  I did my best to aleve her fears,
telling her I wouldn't go to rough on her, and reminding her she had
agreed. With her legs splayed out across the bed she lay quietly waiting to
see what she had gotten herself into.

   Pulling out my toy drawer from under the bed I pulled out two long
dildos, a black whip with ten thick leather straps, and a small tube of
gel. Setting each one down where she could see them, I then pulled out a
feathered tickler and a face mask which I slipped over her face.  I went
straight to work, placing a few drops of the lube on each of the dildos
then setting them aside in favor of the tickler.

   It took only seconds to find her ticklish places and within a minute she
was writhing on the bed.  I made sure to linger only a dozen or so seconds
on each spot, knowing that she couldn't get used to the tickler if I kept
moving.  I didn't let up on her until I realized she was screaming
something about pissing, only then remembering I had not hooked her up to
the piss pot.

   That's what I called it though it was really nothing more than a cock
pump that I had cut the pussy off of and connected to a tube.  The tube ran
under the bed to an old metal pot similar to an old world bed pan, and the
whole thing was attached to the private area by two elastic bands I had
stapled to the plastic pussy.  It was no work of art but it was better than
paying for catheters.

   Vicky got a rest while I hooked her up, then after lifting the mask to
make sure she was alright I started anew.  This time I didn't stop when she
screamed out her need to piss, letting her empty her bladder as I continued
to assault her nerves.  It was like a switch turning on, one second her
body arching wildly as she fought against the onslaught of the tickler, the
next her whole body a mass of cramped muscles.  I knew the cramps would
come, they always did.  And hers hit with the ferocity of a lion, her
screams forced from between clenched teeth.

   Letting her lay there unattended I got the dildo's ready, spreading the
gel out over the tip and half the shaft before grabbing hold of her leg and
unceremoniously shoving one into her cunt.  I had the second dildo pressed
firmly against her anus a few seconds later, listening as she begged me to
stop.  I only got the tip inside before she was screaming again, the dildo
stretching her farther than any shit she had taken in her life.  Deciding I
was being a bit hard on her I let the dildo slip out, tossing it aside then
removing her mask.

   Her face was covered in sweat, the skin red and clammy and her eyes
swollen with tears.  Her eyes closing and her body stiffening as I grabbed
hold of the prick in her pussy and started pumping it as hard and deep as I
could.  True to form Vicky didn't last long, a low gurgle turning to a loud
cry of passion as her pain wracked body suddenly exploded into a forced
orgasm.

   Having pumped the dildo till her orgasm died, I then let her recover in
peace.  Using the time to get myself a drink, catching site of her through
the open door as I poured myself a glass of wine.  The site of her lying
there with the dildo still protruding from her outstretched legs, the
wiggling of her ass as she tried to expel the thick member from her abused
hole.  Tossing back the drink, I was ready to roll again.

   Vicky didn't know what hit her, the dildo suddenly being yanked from her
cunt then my massive form falling atop her.  "You have an Idea now." I said
as I shoved my cock forward, the slick gel causing my cock to miss its
mark. A second thrust brought a scream from Vicky's lips, my cock again
missing its mark but not a hole.  I wasn't getting in far and I didn't
care, my cock was at home and I wasn't about to stop until I had creamed
her little ass.  And cream it I did, my balls turning inside out as I blew
a bucket load of cum into her tight little butt hole.



   She was still crying when I let her up when to my surprise she reached
out and grabbed me around the neck and pulled me into a deep and passionate
kiss.  Asking if she was alright she nodded and smiled, kissing me again
then weekly saying she needed a drink.  "You did good." I said as I stood
up.  "So you still want to help?"

   Vicky waited till I was back with some water, her dry throat somewhat
relieved before answering my question with one of her own.  "Is that what
you were going to do to me when we meet?"

   "I never know what will happen when I meet someone new.  Much of the
time I don't have or want to do anything.  But I don't control what happens
once I pass them to a trick or get them an audition."

   "But you do sometimes."

   "Yes, if I need to convince them to do what I want."

   Vicky looked down at the floor then back up at me.  "It really hurt
bad."

   "I know sweetie, sometimes being nice don't pay the bills though."
Feeling the urge to be honest once in my life I added, "Besides, I
sometimes just want to push the limits."

   Vicky seemed satisfied with my answer, her childish smile coming back as
she reached out for another hug.  "I'll help." she finally whispered in my
ear, "But I don't want to be left out of anything!"

   We started that night, Vicky watching from the car as I made my rounds
to see who was available and who was looking for something I could provide.
Then the two of us making our rounds between the parks, bus station, and
hangouts frequented by runaway's and destitutes.  Vicky's childish looks
pulling in the ones that wouldn't trust me otherwise.  And though we had
many interesting and enjoyable nights, I never let her forget you have to
pay the bills somehow.




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