From nowhere@nowhen.com Thu Apr 24 21:49:55 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!ix.netcom.com!news From: nowhere@nowhen.com (Legion) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Re-re-post: Lottery 1-40 in 25 parts - lottry07.txt [1/1] Date: 25 Apr 1997 01:49:55 GMT Organization: None of The Above Lines: 678 Message-ID: <5jp2k3$959@dfw-ixnews7.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: pon-mi2-14.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Thu Apr 24 8:49:55 PM CDT 1997 X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.8 (16bit) Chapter 14 Sherry An hour and a half later Mei's Celica was rolling out the gate. I gave her a ten minute head start and followed in the truck. By the time I reached the red light district Mei and Rachel were already headed for DBA. I whistled when I saw Rachel's outfit. She really did look like a whore. Finding a parking place wasn't easy, and by the time I had Mei was already walking back to her car. "How'd it go?" I greeted her. She smiled. "You should have seen the man's face when Rachel asked for the 'most painful thing you've got'. I thought he'd lost his voice for a minute." She laughed. "Rachel didn't blush at all. I tried not to. He looked at the two of us like we were crazy. But he gave her a riding crop." "That's the worst we sell." He said. Rachel looked relieved and said she didn't think it could hurt too much." "Then he smiled an evil smile and ordered her to lean against the counter. Rachel looked at me and I nodded. She was frightened, but she did it. The man took the crop and hit her ass with it. He hit her hard. She didn't make a sound, but I could see the tears in her eyes." "And when she straightened up and looked at me I could see she suddenly realized just what was waiting for her tonight." Mei watched me gravely. "There were two other men in the store. Rachel was very ashamed, master. She paid for the whip and nearly ran out." "That's part of her punishment." I said gently. "Let me see it." Mei opened the paper bag she was carrying. Looking inside I saw a long crop like you'd use on a horse if you were a son of a bitch. I whistled. "Boy I bet that did hurt. I'm going to have to be careful with this thing. It could raise welts." "Now what?" Mei asked. "You put that in the car. I'm going to find Rachel. I don't want her out on the street alone. I want you to station yourself on her other side. Be casual about it. I want her to ignore us if she can." "Yes, master." Mei said. A man passing us gave Mei a wide eyed look. I winked at him. He hurried past, obviously uncomfortable. "Are you trying to get yourself punished, Mei?" I hissed, taking her arm and escorting her to the car. "Don't call me that in public." "I'm sorry, it just slipped out." Mei apologized. She unlocked the car and put the bag in the back seat along with another one. "Now, let's go cover Rachel." I said. Mei nodded. "You cover her side of the street. I'll be across the street. If anybody tries to snatch her, nail them." "Yes, mas-Paul." She said. I headed across the street, shaking my head. It was still early enough that not a lot of people were out. Dark hadn't yet fallen, which is when things really picked up. Considering that Pine Ridge only has a population of fifty thousand or so its red light district is pretty impressive. The main strip was a set of road five blocks long. There were three adult bookstores, two nude dancing clubs, six or eight bars, and even a genuine whorehouse. And, of course, almost two dozen freelance hookers. Of course, the city council turns a blind eye, since the red-light district contributes twenty percent of the taxes in Pine Ridge. The red-light district, of course, is very careful not to attract undue attention to itself.. At least, not the official kind. I was too exposed here. So were Mei and Rachel. There were only a couple of hookers on the street, and they were very wary of Rachel. Obviously Jenny had been as good as her word. Things stayed quiet for a half an hour. Mei was propositioned once and Rachel three times. Each time the men backed off, confused. There would be rumors in town for weeks. As darkness fell the crowds got bigger, providing a better shield. In the next hour Mei successfully avoided being propositioned by not remaining still. Rachel was constantly turning down offers, I lost track at seven. The rest of the hookers were out now. They ranged from stunning to awful, and from illegally young to middle aged. One blonde hooker came up to Rachel and started talking to her. Mei drifted closer. I felt a preliminary chill. But after a short talk the blonde left. Then something curious happened. I was watching the blonde girl. She went to a group of hookers and started to talk, looking often at Rachel. One of the group, a black girl said something. The blonde stopped talking. She went back to her rounds and was soon picked up by a guy in a Cadillac. All the hookers were doing a brisk trade. The word had spread about the special discounts they were offering. The checks I'd written had been cashed and distributed according to instructions. The word had spread. In effect I had subsidized the hookers, paying them a normal night's take each if they'd cut their prices to half what they normally were for this one night. A normally dead Tuesday night was nearly as busy as a weekend. It had been expensive, but worth it, since it provided Rachel with an unparalleled opportunity. I learned later that Rachel turned down no less than twenty-five pickup offers. I decided Rachel had been on the street long enough. I crossed to Mei and said to her. "I'm going to pick Rachel up now. Stay alert. When she's in the truck, head on home. And watch yourself." Mei nodded. The whole exchange had taken less than ten seconds. When I cruised by, Rachel was standing with several other prostitutes. I pulled to the curb. Rachel and another girl walked toward the truck. I didn't recognize the other one, never having seen her before. She was young and pretty, wearing a minidress that hid nothing. "Hi." The brown haired girl leaned into the truck. "Want to have a good time handsome?" "I might. Are the two of you a package deal?" I asked. The brown haired girl looked surprised. She glanced at Rachel. "If that's what you want." The brown haired girl answered. "Of course it will cost you extra. But we're running a special tonight. Everything on the menu's half-price." "How 'bout you, bright eyes?" I asked Rachel. "You into group scenes?" "Whatever you want." Rachel answered saucily. She was excited, her eyes bright and alert. She almost vibrated with suppressed energy. Obviously, the experience turned her on. Brown hair was looking at Rachel and smiling, a look of amused tolerance. She was clearly the old pro watching a greenhorn. "How much?" I asked the brown haired girl. "That depends, handsome. What's your pleasure?" She asked. "Why don't the two of you get in and I'll cruise around the block while we discuss it?" I asked. The brown haired girl grinned and opened the door, exaggeratedly motioning Rachel to go first. Rachel hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, climbing in. The brown haired girl followed, slamming the door behind her. Rachel scrunched over to give her room, pressing up against me in the process. I started the truck moving, turning at the corner. "What's your pleasure?" The brown haired girl asked. "How 'bout telling me your names?" I almost said 'name' but caught myself. "I'm Sherry and this is Rachel." The hooker said. "Well, Sherry, I'm feeling pretty hungry tonight. What's on the menu? Anything spicy?" "Why, of course, handsome. Spicy food's always the best, right Rachel?" "Yes. We aim to please." Rachel grinned at me. "I feel like something really exotic tonight." I said expansively. "Read me the menu." "For fifty bucks I can let you fuck me in the ass." Sherry said. "It's normally a hundred, but like I said, everything's half off tonight." "What's the occasion?" I asked. Sherry shrugged. "Damned if I know. Somebody gave us working girls a bonus if we'd discount tonight. It was a good bonus, so I agreed." "How about you, Rachel? Your menu discounted too?" "Of course." She picked up her cue flawlessly. She'd probably heard some of the other girls discussing the bonus. Only she knew who'd paid it. "I've got genuine cherry pie, for two hundred and fifty." Rachel said. "By the way, what's your name?" "Uh, hey, sorry about that." Sherry butted in. "She's new. Sometimes she makes mistakes. Rachel, honey, you never ask a client his name. Ever." "Oh, that's OK. My name's Paul." I said expansively. "I'd rather not be called 'hey you'!" I laughed. Sherry laughed with me, relieved that Rachel's breech of etiquette was being ignored. "I'm really hungry." I continued, turning back onto the strip. I watched Mei's car disappear toward home. I wondered what she'd do when I walked in with a genuine whore in tow. "And when I'm this hungry it can take all night. I like my food really hot. Chili peppers and hot sauce are a must." "Well, handsome, the more you pay the more you eat." Sherry said with a smile. "And spicy food's a lot more expensive." I glanced over at her. "I think that can be arranged. Say, a thousand for the two of you, all night? But I like my food really really hot." "A thousand dollars? Handsome, I hate to doubt a man's word but that's an awful lot of money." Sherry said with a frown. "Look in the glove compartment." I told her. "Oh my lord!" Sherry gasped. "You really are serious, aren't you?" Her eyes lit up with greed. "Take us home, handsome. We'll be the hottest thing you ever tasted." I pulled to the side on my second orbit. There was no traffic on this out of the way street. "Sherry, I'd better warn you straight out. I like the whips and chains. Sure you can take it?" "Handsome, for that kind of money I can take it." Sherry said firmly. "How about you, Rachel? Feel like getting whipped?" "Sounds exciting." Rachel said with a smile. I nodded and started up the truck again. Soon we were out of town and headed home. Sherry's eyes got wide when she saw the house. "You've been fibbing." She made the shame-shame gesture at me playfully. "Here I thought you were a farmer or something." "Not quite. Come on, you two. Time to get serious." "Are you having a party?" Sherry asked as she spotted Mei's car and Rachel's truck. The hooker didn't seem alarmed. "Yes." I smiled. "But there are only three guests." I led them into the house. "Mei!" I called, clapping my hands. "Chop, chop! We have guests. Mei, where are you, you lazy girl! Front and center, now!" "Coming, master!" Mei called, hurrying down the stairs. She was wearing the same red dress she'd worn to pick Rachel with. She didn't seem surprised to see Sherry. "Yes, master?" She bowed. Smiling, I said. "I've found someone to take your place at the whipping post. Tonight, you'll watch someone else writhe as the whip comes down. Tonight, you'll moan with pleasure instead of pain. Prepare the dungeon." "Yes, master. May I have the keys, master?" I gave her the key ring and she hurried off. Sherry looked unhappy, Rachel looked terrified. "This way, ladies." I walked toward the dungeon, the hooker and Amerind trailing behind me. The dungeon was a scary place. Formally the basement, I'd converted the entire place into the sort of comfy den the Marquis de Sade would have enjoyed. "Um, listen handsome, I don't think I'm such a good cook after all." Sherry said as she stared around at all the straps and massive wooden furniture designed to hold a girl for rape or punishment. "Mei, two pairs of handcuffs, please." I instructed the Chinese girl. She bowed, then searched a moment before locating the wall the handcuffs were hanging from. There must have been a hundred pair (I'd gotten a good deal from a Singapore supplier). The petite nineteen year-old brought back two pairs as instructed. I went behind Rachel and pulled her arms behind her. The ratcheting of the cuffs was loud in the silence. Rachel trembled, but didn't protest. Sherry stiffened as I approached her. She was wide eyed. I didn't try to bind her arms in back, I just snapped the cuffs on one wrist and pulled her over to a metal framework. I snapped the other end of the cuff around a frame, insuring the hooker couldn't escape. "Why so afraid, Sherry?" I questioned her. "Haven't you ever been arrested?" "No." Sherry shuddered. "I've been lucky. Till now." I kissed her. She responded after a second, reflexes taking over. I broke the kiss and laughed at her. "Are you too scared to work, young one?" I asked her. "I bet Rachel's ready to earn her five hundred. Aren't you Rachel?" "Yes." She said, shivering. "She really is a cherry, Paul." Sherry in a low urgent voice. "Not only is this her first trick, but you're going to be her first time. She doesn't understand what she's getting into." "Do you?" I asked softly. "Ever been through an S&M trip?" She shook her head. "Good." I said, kissing her again. "Then you're a cherry too. How old are you?" "Twenty-one." She answered after a slight pause. "Lying is very painful." I said ominously. "I don't care if you're fifteen or fifty. Tell me the truth." I stared deep into her eyes. It seems to disconcert women when you do that. "I'm nineteen." She said. Her pupils dilated for an instant. "Mei, bring me another set of handcuffs and that riding crop you bought tonight." I said. "This bitch is still lying. Perhaps if we show her just how bad the crop hurts she'll tell us the truth. "No, please!" Sherry tugged at her bond and winced as the metal circlet dug into her flesh. Silently Mei brought me what I asked. "Strip her." I told the Chinese girl. Rachel walked over to us as Mei was undressing Sherry. The minidress was the only thing between Sherry and the air. She wore stockings, a g-string, a garter belt and that was all. Mei looked at me questioningly. I nodded. "All the way. Nothing but what she was born with." Sherry was scared now, sure she'd fallen in with crazies. "Please." She begged. I ignored her, looking at Rachel. Rachel was excited, and scared, and aroused all at the same time. Without warning I reached between her legs. She shrieked in surprise as my hand slid over wet slippery flesh. "Rachel's turned on." I told Sherry. Naked now, the whore trembled. I reached between her legs, to find her dry. "But you aren't. Mei, handcuff her other wrist to the bar. Spread her arms as wide as they'll go. "Yes, master." Mei said. Sherry looked like she was ready to cry. Spread widely the frame allowed her about six inches of slack in either direction. "Mei, hold onto Rachel. I don't want her trying to run when Sherry screams." "Please, Paul I don't want to do this!" Sherry begged. "Ever read the Story of O?" I asked the prostitute. "No." She answered warily. "I don't read much." "I'm going to hit you with this riding crop five times." I said. "It's going to hurt more than anything you've ever felt before. It will probably make you scream. Feel free, this dungeon is soundproofed. There's no one within ten miles of us to hear you anyway." "Don't!" She said in despair. Experimentally I swished the crop through the air. It made an evil hissing noise, like a disturbed snake. "Oh, please, please don't use that thing on me." Sherry begged. I walked behind her. She craned her head over her shoulder to look at me. "Face forward, or I'll double the number of lashes." I said coldly. She bleated and her head snapped around. I stood there for a full minute listening to the whore's frightened breathing. Finally she calmed down a little. That's when I hit her. The crop made a loud smacking noise as the small leather loop on it's end struck her. She didn't make a sound for a moment, then she sobbed. Walking around in front of her I made her look at me. "Spread your legs." I ordered her. "Not on my cunt, please oh god I'll do anything, but don't hit me there!" She pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. "Spread your legs, now bitch or I'll chain them apart and give you two dozen of the best on your clitoris. And I'll stop to let you regain consciousness when you faint from the pain between each one." She looked at me in terror and did as she was bid. Reaching forward with the crop I touched each nipple, her navel, and her pussy. Then I nodded. Sherry turned pale. "No, please"! She screamed as the crop hit first one breast, then the other. Her legs snapped together as she fought to back away. The blow on her belly made her gasp for breath. "Spread your legs." I commanded her again. She shook her head violently. "Either you spread your legs and I hit your crotch once, or I spread them, bind them, and hit you two-dozen times. Which is it going to be?" She looked at me. Beaten she spread her legs. When I hit her she wailed in agony but her legs stayed apart. She slumped in her bonds, gripping the metal frame that held her, panting. "Look at me." I said. Haggard eyes met mine. "How old are you? If you lie to me again I'll give you a dozen lashes on your ass. Now answer me." "I'll turn sixteen next week." She sobbed. Rachel and Mei stiffened. "How long have you been a hooker?" I asked, handing Mei the whip. Sherry's eyes followed the crop. "About a year now." She said. "How do you avoid being picked up as a minor?" I asked. "Are the police aware of this?" "I look old enough." Sherry said. "I've got a fake driver's license." "Do you enjoy hooking?" I asked, studying the results of the crop. Sherry's nipples were hard, and there were splotches of reddened skin where I'd struck her. I walked around her, and saw another splotch. "Mei, that crop is too harsh for ordinary usage." I said. "Bring me the cat o'nine tails there." I pointed. Silently Mei obeyed me. I showed it to Rachel, then to Sherry. "This is the whip I used on Mei while she was still a virgin." I said. "It hurts a lot, but doesn't mark a girl unless excessive force is used." Sherry watched me, cringing in her bonds. Fifteen years old, and she'd already been a hooker for a year. And unless she was awfully lucky she'd find this scene more and more often. "Do you enjoy hooking?" I asked again. "It's a living. The money's good." Sherry replied. "But would you do it if you didn't have to?" I asked, swinging the whip gently from side to side. Sherry's eyes followed it irresistibly. "I don't know. I guess not. Are you going to hit me again?" Here was no hooker, here was a scared teenage girl who by all rights should still be in the ninth grade. Her breasts were small, her hips slender. She was pretty, about like Rachel, but nowhere near as beautiful as Mei. And there was no spark in her that spoke to me. "No, Sherry, I'm not." I said. I gave the whip back to Mei. "Unless you lie to me again. Look at me!" Sherry tore her gaze from the whip and stared fitfully at me. "Why are you a hooker?" I demanded. Sherry hesitated. "No lies, girl. I will know. And you will suffer for it." The girl shuddered. "It was easy to do." She said. "My parents are dead and I had to live with my uncle. He was a rotten son of a bitch and one night he raped me." Mei and Rachel both drew in sharp breaths. Mei stepped forward, as thought to comfort the girl. I threw out one arm to stop her. She was going to protest but the look on my face stopped her. And scared Sherry to silence. After a moment she mumbled. "It's the truth. I ran away the next day. That was a year ago. I came to Pine Ridge because it was a city, I thought I could get some work." She laughed. "I got some work all right. That same night a man offered me a hundred dollars if he could do whatever he wanted." "I was cold, and hungry, and scared." She looked at Rachel. "I hadn't eaten in two days. I didn't have anywhere to go. He took me home with him, and gave me something to eat. Then he proceeded to fuck every hole I had. He wasn't rough but I was only fourteen going on fifteen. It hurt a lot at first, especially when he fucked my ass." She laughed. "If somebody did that to me today he'd have to pay three hundred." "Anyway I used the money to get a hotel room. It lasted me two weeks. Then I went out and did it again. And again. Pretty soon I found out about the Strip. And so you have it. The story of my life." She shifted uncomfortably. "Could you let me go now? These handcuffs are hurting me. And that whip-I thought I'd die. Please." "Master?" Mei asked hopefully. "Not yet. Sherry, I want you to think long and hard. I'm going to give you two options, and only two. First, you can fulfill your contract to me for five hundred dollars." "Will you hit me?" She asked fearfully. I nodded. "Or, you stop being a hooker right now." "How will I make any money?" Sherry demanded. "If you're going to eat, you're going to pay. No money, and I'm right back where I started from. And don't give me no shit about other work. There ain't no other work for a fifteen year-old girl who didn't even finish high school!" "And when you get old?" I said. "What then? Nobody wants to fuck a forty year-old who's got a flabby ass and saggy tits. What then, Sherry?" "I guess I'll be shit out of luck, won't I?" She said bitterly. I turned to Rachel. "Now, my lady, do you see what whores are really like? They're no different than anybody else. They hurt, just like you or me, they've got feelings, and problems, and without a doubt this is what you'd have come to within two years." "It's not right or wrong. There's no good or bad here Rachel. Just survival, anyway you can. And when the looks run out, the money dries up. That's the way it is." Rachel swallowed, looking hurt and confused. "God dammit, this is a set-up." Sherry fumed. "Rachel's no hooker, is she? I should've known. It was too pat.. And I fell for it. God damn, I'm so fucking stupid!" And she started to cry. Mei watched me, pleading silently. I nodded. She took the keys and released Sherry. "Master, can't we help her, please?" Mei asked, holding the weeping girl. I took a deep breath and released it. Why did things have to get so bloody complicated? "I don't need your help!" Sherry pushed Mei angrily. "I make my own way. It might not be a good way, but it's mine!" Standing up she marched to me. "I'll finish this, damn you. Whip me as much as you want. I'll scream in pain and then when you fuck me I'll moan with the pleasure of your touch. Isn't that what you really want?" "I'm not sure exactly what I want. I think things were simpler when I was poor." I said ruefully. "Sherry, have a seat. There are some things I need to explain." She looked at me uncertainly. Mei lead her to a chair. It was intended to hold a girl immobile and Sherry shrank involuntarily at the sight of it. "Don't worry. You're safe now." Mei said, urging her to sit. Reluctantly the teenage prostitute did so. "First," I said, sitting cross-legged on the floor. "Let me introduce everyone. My name is Paul Reiner. Rachel's full name is Rachel Two- Feathers. And this is Mei Wu. What's your real name, Sherry?" "Anabelle Lee." The girl said after a moment, grimacing. "Would you rather be called Sherry or Anabelle?" I asked. "Sherry. It's my chosen name." "All right, then Sherry it is." I said. "Sherry, you've encountered a very rare and unique situation here. As you can see, I'm rich. About a year ago-" I stopped, taken by the spooky coincidence. Mei picked up on it too. It seemed to go right past Sherry and Rachel. "Ah, as I was saying, about a year ago I was very unhappy. I had too much money, and nothing to do. I was bored." "My heart bleeds for you." Sherry snapped. "Catch me being bored if I was rich." I chuckled. "You'd be singing a very different tune in my shoes, baby. Anyway, I decided I needed a hobby." I waved around me. "I'm collecting a harem of sex slaves. Girls who are willing to be raped while under restraint, who enjoy being spanked, or given enemas, or gang banged." "I've searched for a year to find the best sex slaves in the world. And I found twelve. Twelve of the most beautiful, talented women on the face of this planet. Mei is one of those women, Rachel is another." "Rachel is being punished for something I won't explain to you. She's going to be tortured tonight. Tomorrow she loses her virginity, in all her holes on one night." I paused. "Only in her case, of course, she's fully willing." "Where do I fit in? And why was she pretending to be a hooker?" Sherry demanded. "That's part of what I can't tell you, it's between Rachel and me. Let's just say it was important for her to feel what it's like to be a whore." "So I blundered in. Why didn't you tell me to get lost?" "Because I intended to use you just as I did. To show her exactly what a whore really is." "And what's that?" Sherry bristled. "A human being." I answered softly. "A living breathing person with emotions and hopes, fears and desires. Just like me, just like her. No difference at all." "So now what?" Sherry asked nonplused. "Now you make your choice. Stay a whore, put your wrists and ankles in the restraints. I'll beat you and rape you along with Mei and Rachel. Or stand up and become my ward." Mei turned to me and clapped her hands in delight. "Yes, master, that's perfect!" She exclaimed. "What's a ward?" Sherry asked suspiciously. "A ward is like a step-daughter when there's no blood relative involved, and no adoption. You live here with us. I'll see that you finish your education, and supply you with basic needs. You'll have a reasonable amount of freedom, and we'll make sure that you're excluded from the sex games that go on. But if you need to be punished, it will be as an adult, as you were with the crop. Stark naked, bound helpless and subjected to intense pain." "Have I made myself clear? Do you understand everything I've said?" "I understand." Sherry said, pulling her arms and legs away from the restraints. But then she just sat there. She didn't move. Her eyes were unfocused, she thought long and hard. I waited patiently, wondering what the hell I was doing. Sherry as a ward was going to make life difficult. And with a spy in the form of Tara O'Keefe from the FBI no less. "I guess I'm your ward." She finally said. Mei smiled at the girl in genuine warmth, something she seemed to have an infinite supply of. "Mei, take Sherry to her room. Give her the one furthest away from the rest, and make sure she's comfortable. Also make sure there aren't any restraints or other gear. Then come back here. There's still the matter of Rachel's punishment. "Yes, master." Mei gathered up Sherry's clothes, offering them to the prostitute. Ward, I corrected myself. Sherry took them but didn't bother to dress. Walking up to me, still stark naked, she spoke. "I'll be your ward, whatever that is. But I'll be damned if I'll take a handout. You won't be excluding me from anything." She dropped her clothes, turned and walked very calmly back to the chair, and with the cool detachment of a professional she sat down and spread her legs so that her knees and ankles were in the restraining straps. Rachel and Mei both watched open mouthed as the teenager struggled with the unfamiliar fixtures, until she'd figured out how to fasten the straps. I watched wordlessly as she fastened herself at knees, ankles, and waist. The chair had a high back and straps over each shoulder that fastened to a strap that passed over her breasts and under her arms. Another strap went around her throat, and a final one across her forehead, rendering her head immobile. "You'll have to strap my arms." She said calmly. "I'm a bit tied up at the moment." "Opinions, ladies?" I asked the room in general. Mei was recovering, always graceful in the face of the unexpected. Rachel, still cuffed, was stupefied. "But you're only fifteen!" She said. "Surely you can't want to do this?" "Well, I can't say I enjoyed the whipping." Sherry admitted. "But a girl has to eat. You're here, Rachel, and you can't be much over eighteen." "Mei?" I asked. "I haven't the faintest idea, master." The Chinese girl answered. "None of the prostitutes I know started before they were eighteen. And none of them enjoy this scene. Still, she is only fifteen." "Almost sixteen. But I've had more experience with men than both of you put together." Sherry stated. "Three or four tricks a night, with some real perverts thrown in. I've had it in all three holes, sometimes at the same time. I've seen things and done things that would make most women faint. I've fucked men, women, and dildos so big I thought they'd split me open." "Have you had any experience with bondage, discipline, enemas, or sexual pain?" I asked casually. "My uncle tied me up when he raped me." Sherry said. "That's not a very promising introduction to B&D." I said. "Nor is being raped by your uncle a terrific way to lose your cherry." "I'm willing to learn." Sherry said. "Even the whip. I want to stay, but I'm willing to work for it." "Sound familiar, Rachel?" I asked. She blushed, turning away. Sherry stared at me uncomprehendingly. "Did I offend her? I'm sorry, look, it's just the way I am. Nobody gives something for nothing. Men like me, I can be very good." Standing up I moved to the bound girl and silently fastened the remaining four straps, one just above each elbow, and at each wrist. "Does this mean yes?" Sherry asked hopefully. Moving back I motioned to Mei. As the Chinese girl joined me I answered Sherry. "No. I thank you for the offer, Sherry but there are aspects to the situation you don't understand. It isn't your fault, you just don't have all the facts. I accept you as my ward. I do not accept you as a sex slave. Don't worry, it isn't a hand out. You'll work hard to pay for your room and board. But it won't be on your back." "Then why did you finish tying me up?" The girl asked, confused. I glanced at Mei and Rachel. They looked curious too. "You seemed to want me to." I said. "Listen to me, Sherry. This is no reflection on you as a person, or the fact that you're a hooker." "Each member of my harem is a virgin, ranging in age from eighteen to twenty-three. They were carefully selected from the entire population of the world. Each has some unique ability or beauty that I find pleasing. Each one's character has been carefully selected for compatibility." "Out of eight thousand women, I selected the twelve best. And to be brutally honest, you just don't measure up." "I see." Sherry turned cool again. "You're saying I'm not good enough to be fucked by you." "In a nutshell," I admitted. "That's exactly what I'm saying. The truth of the matter is, though, you're still a child. Jail bait." "Nobody knows that." Sherry pointed out. "Except the four of us. I'd rather it didn't go any further." "Your choice, lady." I nodded. "But the law can be a bitch, even if you're rich. What I'm doing now is legal-barely. Mix it up with a fifteen year-old and the lions would feast." "Other than my age, what's wrong with me?" Sherry said. "What standards don't I meet?" "Do you really want me to answer that question?" I asked. "Ugh-yes." She'd tried to nod, forgetting the straps holding her head. "First, you aren't a virgin." I said. "Second, by your own admission you've fucked hundreds of men. And women. That makes you a potential carrier for venereal disease or the AIDS virus. By insisting that my girls be virgins I eliminate that risk." "Next, there's your attitude. You think like a hooker, which, in your profession is perfectly natural, even necessary. It's a survival skill. A sex slave has to think in a completely different manner." "Then there's your background. Again, it isn't your fault, and I don't think any less of you because of it, but your uncle raped you. Worse, he tied you up to do it. That pretty much insures you'll never enjoy bondage, or perhaps even sex." "And those two qualities define a sex slave." "Finally, there's your personality. You're too dominant, too ready to spit in the world's eye. There's a place for that in sex slavery, but as the exception, not the rule." "In short, Sherry, you're just not the sex slave type. That doesn't mean you aren't a fine person, or that you won't force the world to sit up and take notice of you." "That's a fine sounding speech, Paul. I still feel like shit." Sherry said softly. I sighed. "Look, suppose I needed a screwdriver. If you handed me a hacksaw, it wouldn't matter if the blade were diamond coated and the handle solid gold, I still couldn't use it to drive a screw, could I?" "The finest hooker ever born can't be a sex slave. Nor could a sex slave be a hooker." Rachel picked up on that instantly. "You're just trying to cheer me up." Sherry said miserably. "I like to fuck. I like men. And I could learn to like the rest of it. Even the pain." "Sherry, I'm just not getting through, am I? Let's try another example. Do you think you could learn to play the piano?" "Sure, given time." Sherry said. "Do you think you could ever be as good as Mozart, or Beethoven?" "No." She said. "Then what makes you think you could learn to become a sex slave? Sherry, it's an inborn affinity. You could learn to do it, sure, just like you could learn to play the piano. But you'd never be as good as Mei or Rachel. Or any of the rest of my harem." "The simple fact is you wouldn't enjoy it. And that's the key to doing anything, whether it be helotry or hooking, music or sculpture. To be the best you have to have a passion for it. You have to devote everything to it, and constantly dream about it." "That's especially true in a sex slave. Mei would do anything I asked of her, instantly, and she'd probably enjoy it, no matter how bizarre it was. That's just the way she is. Rachel is willing to undergo torture, not just punishment. Chances are it will make her come. That's just the way she is." "You, on the other hand, hate pain. You don't much like bondage, and you certainly don't have any rape fantasies. You've done so much and had so many that you're jaded." I shrugged. "You're friendly, and have a good professional attitude. Applied to other areas that can carry you far. But not as a sex slave." "So what do you want me for?" Sherry demanded. "Nothing in this life is free. You must want something." "I do." "What? What do you want from me?" Sherry asked. "You don't want to fuck me, so what do you want?" "Whatever it is that you're capable of." "And what's that?" "I haven't the foggiest idea." I said. "I'm making an investment. You could be a total dud, worthless, just a middling good hooker." "Or," I continued. "On the other hand, you might discover a cure for old age. Or save a child who later grows up to bring world peace and harmony. How the fuck should I know? I'm a playboy, not a psychic. There's no telling what you'll be or what you'll become. I'm planting a seed." "That sounds like case worker bullshit to me." She retorted. I grinned. "Does, doesn't it? I must be getting old. Tell you what. For the immediate future you help around the house, laundry, dishes, cooking, that sort of thing. That'll buy you room and board. Go back to school and I'll let you have your pick in clothes." "School?" She asked incredulously. "Here I am naked and helpless, begging to be fucked and you're talking about sending me back to school?" "Not kinky enough for you?" I asked innocently. "OK, I'll make you a deal. Your treatment here will depend on your grades." "Good grades for cash?" Sherry sneered. "I still don't see what you get out of it." "The joy of doing a good deed?" I suggested. She made a rude noise. I nodded. "I didn't think you'd buy that. I'm playing with you, Sherry. A very cruel and delicious game." "What?" Sherry asked, wary now. I moved over to her and squatted on my heels, looking in her eyes. She couldn't move, and her breathing quickened. "Let me explain it to you." I purred. "They give a lot of assignments in school, tests, report cards, etc. Right?" "Yes." She was alert, waiting for the trap to spring. "You're going to bring home those grades, Sherry. Every one of them. Anything less than a B, no matter how trivial, will earn you punishment. The more important the grade, the worse the punishment for failure." "For instance, your report card. For every C you'll get an enema forced up your ass, two quarts for each C. For every D a dozen swats, and a hundred lashes from the whip for every F." "On the other hand, B's will be expected, and earn you nothing. A's will bring rewards, the more A's, the greater the reward." "It's a wager, Sherry. Fail, and I get to hurt you. That's your stake. Succeed and you'll get nice things. That's my stake." "I've been out of school for over a year." She objected. "And I'd have to admit how old I am. It would mean being a kid again. I'd hate that." "Of course, if you don't think you can handle it, I understand." I said, standing up and turning away. "After all, it would be hard. Probably take a genius to play catch up. And the school year's already half over. Probably wouldn't be as much fun as letting a smelly old man with a giant economy-sized cock shove it up your ass." "You're trying psychology on me." She accused. "It won't work." "I know." I said, turning back. "You've been a whore for over a year. Applied psychology's a survival skill on the street. Plus the fact you don't like pain." "What's pain got to do with going to school?" Sherry demanded. "You'd have a snowball's chance in hell of getting A's or B's if you went in with sixteen year-olds." I shrugged. "It's just as well you don't try. I'd like punishing you, but not if you make it too easy. There'd be no sport in it." "Mei, unstrap the young lady and take her to her room." I said. "Sherry, if you're hungry Mei will show you the kitchen." "Wait just a god-damned minute!" Sherry snarled. "What do you mean I wouldn't have a snowball's chance in hell? I'm not stupid, you son of a bitch!" "Really?" I smiled. "I think you are. Or if not stupid then woefully ignorant. You may know which hole feels best to let your john sink into but that doesn't take any brains. Or education." "Damn you!" Sherry burst out. "I'm just as smart as you are!" "Really?" I smiled. "OK, I'm going to let you prove it. Mei, unstrap her. Bring her to me." Looking uncertain, but willing to trust my lead Mei did so. Sherry looked scared but determined. "Right this way, Sherry." I led her to a whipping horse. I indicated she should bend over it. When she did so I secured her at wrists and waist. "Bring me that school paddle, would you Mei? The one with the holes in it." Sherry gulped audibly, her eyes widening when I showed her the varnished wood. "A very simple geography test, Sherry. Name every state that borders South Carolina. For each state you miss, or name incorrectly I'm going to swat your bottom a dozen times. Hard." I watched her. "You may begin." "Oh, shit." Sherry said, watching the paddle. "I can't think, you're scaring me too much." "Too bad. Looks like you're going to spend tomorrow flat on your stomach." "Uh, North Carolina." She said. I nodded for her to continue. "Georgia." She strained to think. I stood watching her, not letting on that she'd just named the only two. I laid the paddle on her ass, making her bleat. "That's it!" She said, closing her eyes and tensing. I pulled away, pretending to be disappointed. When she realized I wasn't going to hit her she let her breath out in an explosive sigh. "Name the capitol city of South Carolina." I said, putting the paddle back on her rump. "Columbia!" She gasped. "Take her upstairs, Mei. She can let us know what she decides tomorrow morning." "Yes, master." Mei unstrapped the girl as I moved to Rachel. Continued in part 8