"There," he said, "that's better. If you've got it, show it off." The escort examined the two slaves in front of him, comparing features. No doubt, he thought, the blond is a knockout. But the little brown haired girl has nothing to be ashamed of. Her tits might even look nicer than the blonde's tits because they're on that cute little body. Proportion, proportion, everything is proportion, he said to himself as he walked out.
When the escort left, Jenny and Janet both relaxed. "I thought he was going to tell me to blow him," said Jenny. "Wouldn't that have been great? Giving him a blow job while you watched?"
"Jenny, it's not like we don't know what's happening to each other. I mean, I know you're in here sucking dick all day. You know I'm in my room with a dick in me somewhere. We're slaves. Getting embarrassed about what we do, or who sees us doing it, will only make us feel worse. I sure as hell don't need that. This morning I had six guys, two at a time. All of them were guys I knew in high school. Two guys took turns with me, then two more, and two after that. The last thing I need is for someone to tell me I should be embarrassed about it."
Jenny thought for a moment about the six guys. "That's what they call a gang bang, isn't it?"
"Well, not exactly. A gang bang is like five or ten guys all at once. But I don't think anyone would argue with you if you called my morning a gang bang."
"Janet, you're really pretty. I mean, I don't want to, like, be the bearer of bad news, but I'll bet every guy in school would like to have sex with you."
"Yeah, I've thought about that myself. There's not much I can do about it, though. And I hate to say it, but I'm sure there were a few guys at school who thought you were pretty good looking."
"Yes, shit, you're right," said Jenny, as she toyed with the ring on her bracelet. "Was it really awful? I mean, if you don't want to talk about it, it's OK."
"I don't mind talking about it. I can't pretend that I haven't done two guys at a time, and it's not really that awful. It's like going to school and seeing a couple of guys you know and saying hi to them. Only now, instead of the guys just saying hi, they tell you to give them a blow job. Then in your first class you see two more guys. They say hi and you have sex with them."
Jenny wasn't sure how Janet could equate casually greeting two guys to having sex with them.
"It's OK as long as I don't let them get to me. As long as I just take care of business, keep myself under control, it's no big deal."
"Janet, if I had sex with two guys, I'd say they pretty much got to me."
"Well, yeah, I guess as far as they're concerned. But you know what I mean. If I don't get really excited or have an orgasm, they haven't really gotten to me."
"I wonder what it would be like to just let go in a situation like that," said Jenny. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not suggesting that at all. I was just thinking that it wouldn't really be wrong. I mean, you couldn't be blamed for it or anything like that."
"It would sure as hell be wrong for me, Jenny. Do you know what we'd be like after a few years of getting off with every guy who comes along? Besides, since I've been here there have only been a couple times that I've even gotten excited. It's not like I have to try very hard to keep myself from getting carried away. You've had the same thing happen to you, haven't you?"
"Yes, you're right, I have." Then Jenny had a terrible thought that momentarily made her forget that Janet was in her room. What kind of a girl would I be, she wondered, if I spent the next three years trying as hard as I can to avoid enjoying sex? What would I be learning then? How could I go back to a normal life after that? If ever a girl was faced with a dilemma, this was it, she said to herself. I can do what my master wants and become some kind of sex machine. Or, I can do what Janet is doing, and learn to perhaps never like sex again. She hadn't forgotten about the specter of punishment, but now it seemed like a secondary consideration.
Janet could see that Jenny was lost in thought. "Earth to Jenny, earth to Jenny. Come in Jenny."
Jenny barely heard her. "What?" she said.
"You just looked like you were off in the ozone, that's all," said Janet. "Are you still worried about getting a guy down your throat?"
"No," said Jenny quietly, "I mean yes." Jenny wasn't ready to tell Janet about her insight, if she could call it that. She wanted to change the subject.
"Janet, my master told me something today that really bothered me. He says that slaves work together sometimes, you know, two slaves with one guy. Do you know anything about that?"
"Not much. About a week ago, I overheard two sophs who were part of a threesome. They didn't say anything about what they did, though. They were talking about the guy. It was all about what big balls he had."
"Janet, my master said that slaves get to pick their own partner. If I have to work with someone, I think I'd like to work with you."
Janet was not too keen on this suggestion. She thought she could handle any man, or any two men, that came along and didn't see how working with Jenny would make things any better. In fact, she thought that if she was working with Jenny, Jenny would be doing all the watching and she would be doing all the working. She wanted to gently decline Jenny's suggestion.
"Well, do slaves have to work together? Did your master say anything about that?"
"Yes, he said they don't force slaves to work together if they don't want to. But I got the feeling that at one time or another every slave works with someone else."
"Well," said Janet, "if I have to work with someone, it should be you. But let's not jump off that bridge until we come to it."
Jenny realized that Janet was turning her down. She didn't know how to approach the topic from a different angle, so she dropped it. Janet, though, thought she should find a better way to end the conversation.
"It's not like I'm afraid of working with another girl. I mean, I've kissed a girl before."
Jenny wasn't sure what to make of this last comment. "Was she, like, you're girlfriend?"
"Well, we were friends, but we weren't sleeping together. It was just that we were really close. You know what I mean."
"Yes, I know what you mean," she said. Jenny did, in fact, understand. Girls could be very intimate with each other without being sexually involved. Whenever Jenny was out with her girlfriend, they would hold hands, whisper in each other's ear, walk arm in arm. They spent hours doing each other's hair and make up. They modeled dresses and skirts and bras and panties for each other. They could talk about boys and sex in a way they never could with anyone else, and there were plenty of times that Jenny preferred watching a movie and snuggling on the couch with her girlfriend to doing the same with her boyfriend. Janet, of course, was much too recent an acquaintance to be that kind of girlfriend.
Jenny could only distract herself with such thoughts for a moment, though. Eric was on his way and she had to decide how she would deal with him. Just as she lapsed back into her reverie about Eric, and her thoughts about trying to avoid the enjoyment of sex for the next three years, the escort came to take the slaves to lunch.
After lunch, it was Jenny's turn to entertain the escort. She was still thinking about Eric, or rather the dilemma Eric represented, when she began sucking the escort's dick. Her mind wandered from Eric to whether it was possible to go three years as a sex slave without enjoying sex. This made her wonder whether she could enjoy sex with Eric, which in turn made her wonder whether it was healthy to avoid enjoying sex, even though sex was now her job.
"Whatever you're thinking about, forget it and concentrate on my dick," said the escort firmly.
In other words, said Jenny to herself, stop thinking about sex and blow me. It occurred to Jenny that however she decided to approach her new situation, her decision would ultimately be inconsequential, that her position was untenable, that her master would necessarily get what he wanted from her. Then she thought that, no, her input couldn't be meaningless. Otherwise, her master wouldn't be interested in her thoughts. If her reaction to her condition meant nothing, then
she was simply a vessel. But she knew that some vessels were more attractive than others. For now, she thought, perhaps the best thing to do is learn what I can from Eric and leave the rest for later.
She turned her thoughts to the issue at hand. She began humming softly, then a little louder, and stroked the escort to the back of her mouth. Then, slowly, she increased her speed until he was breathing heavily and moaning. She could feel how perfectly hard he was, and she was reminded of how very feminine she felt when she was close to a man like this. Just relax, she told herself. Don't try to be a sex maniac, but don't try to avoid liking it. Just let things happen. She began anticipating the escort's orgasm. You're going to make him cum, she told herself, you know that, so there's no sense being shy. With tongue, lips, and the gentle vibration of her humming she drove him, and herself, onward. She tried several times to get him down her throat, but his dick always hit the back of her mouth at an awkward angle. Eric, she said to herself, will have to take care of that. The escort's dick stiffened and she felt that he was about to have an orgasm. She tried to relax as he began filling her mouth. She swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, and didn't stop to wonder whether the escort would leave off. She tried to remember how erotic it was to have a man cum in her mouth. It was a quintessential moment of sexual communication, a statement that she was the distinctively female part of a male/female liaison. She could attract a man, she could arouse him, she could make him have an orgasm. Men had powerful sexual desires, but they were simple, primal, superficial. Jenny had to feel that something meaningful had happened, that she had done something more than just make a guy cum.
"Damn," said the escort, jolting Jenny away from her thoughts, "you are one hot little cocksucker. You just might be better than the blond slave."
Jenny did her best to ignore the first part of the escort's compliment. I don't want to be better than the blond slave, said Jenny to herself. Without waiting for the escort to ask, she turned around and put her tail in the air.
"Don't need to ask me twice," said the escort, as he positioned himself behind her.
He went slowly, to Jenny's surprise, and she moved her hips from side to side as he did, trying in a small way to enjoy herself. She alternated her hip movements by squeezing his dick, for a few strokes as he moved in, then for a few strokes as he moved out. She tensed, then relaxed her body, clenched her fists, breathed deeply, did everything she could bring about the arousal that would lead her to an orgasm. At one point, the escort was obliging enough to stop, with nearly all his dick inside her, while she pulled on him with only the muscles inside her. Jenny had learned only few months earlier that she could stroke a man this way, and she had been very surprised at the discovery. It seemed to her that this additional anatomical ability was superfluous. When, she wondered, would it ever be needed? She was certainly tight enough that any man who stroked inside of her would have an orgasm. Maybe it was like having a sixth gear on a car. You didn't really need it, but whenever you got out on the road you were always tempted to use it, at least for a little while.
Shifting into sixth was exciting for the escort, so exciting he could not remain motionless. He began stroking her again, and though Jenny could feel herself creeping toward an orgasm, the escort was well ahead of her. Before she was close enough to tell him to keep going, that another minute or two was all that was needed, he came, gave her a few more strokes, then pulled out of her. Jenny was disappointed, but not so disappointed that she didn't have the presence of mind to turn around and get the escort in her mouth again.
"You've really got your mouth going today, slave," said the escort. He let her stroke him for a minute, then told her he had to get back to work. "But you can bet I'll be back," he said, as he walked out.
Work? wondered Jenny. What work do you do? You think leading slaves around on a leash, screwing them every day, calling them hot little cocksuckers, is work? Work would be getting me to have an orgasm, at least for you.
Hot little cocksucker, said Jenny to herself. I start off being sexy and end up being a hot little cocksucker. The escort will tell everyone, she said to herself.
The escort, in fact, had no intention of telling anyone about the little slave with the light brown hair. The escorts treated the BB's as their own personal playground, and playground rules applied. If you found someone's marbles, you only told your best friend, and perhaps not even him.
Jenny cleaned herself up, then lay down on her blankets. That was just a warm up, she said to herself. Eric will be here soon. I may as well let him have a good time, and try to get him down my throat.
She turned to the practical problem of how Eric would bind her hands behind her back. As she gazed around her small room, she noticed that there were two fasteners hung on nails near the canes and the strap. She examined one and saw that each end had a small bolt held closed by a spring. A knob made it possible to slide back the bolt and open the fastener. She clipped one end of the fastener to the ring on her right wrist, but couldn't bend her fingers over far enough to fasten the other end to the ring on her left wrist. The fastener was too short. Obviously this is for binding a slave's wrists together, she thought. It's easy to put on and the slave can't get it off by herself.
After solving the binding problem, she returned to her blankets. She lay there and waited impatiently for Eric. Having decided what she would do, she now wanted to get on with it. To fill the time, she repeated over and over what she would do. I'm going to get all of him in my mouth. I'll try to show him a good time.
Jenny had to wait a while longer, but Eric finally arrived. She heard him walking up to her room and immediately sat up, spread her legs apart as far as she could, and stuck her chest out.
"Jenny," he said, as he walked in. "Damn it's good to see you."
You don't know the half of it, she said to herself. "Hi, Eric," and she gave him a little grin as she looked at him from under her eyebrows. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming."
"Nothing could keep me away from you, Jenny. In fact, I paid for two hours so that escort guy won't walk in on us. At first he wasn't going to let me see you. He wanted me to have another girl, but I told him it just had to be you."
Well, he's certainly put his money where his heart is, she thought. "I'm glad you're here," she purred.
"You are?" he asked somewhat surprised. "I mean, I'm glad you are. Please don't think I'm here just for the sex. You're special to me."
"I know, Eric."
"Gawd, Jenny, yesterday was so fantastic," said Eric as he brought in the chair. "You're the only thing I've thought about since I left here." He sat in the chair staring at her for a moment. She is so perfect, he thought. I wish I could buy her for two years, not just two hours. "Did you like it yesterday?" he asked. "I mean I know you weren't too glad to see me at first, but you liked it a little, didn't you?"
Jenny knew how Eric wanted her to answer this question, and since that answer suited her purpose she knew what to say. "Well, yes," she said sheepishly, as though she were revealing a secret. She gave Eric a little smile.
"Oh, good," he said, obviously relieved. He wasn't sure that Jenny would say she had liked it at all. Reassured, he took off his clothes. He tried to be suave, but he fumbled with his shirt, pants, and shoes as much as he had the day before.
After he sat down, Jenny knelt in front of him with his dick very near her face. Then she leaned her head against his thigh.
"Eric," she said, "I need you to do something for me."
"Sure, Jenny, anything, anything at all."
"I need you to help me learn how to get all of a man's dick in my mouth."
"Gosh, Jenny," said Eric, a bit startled. "I don't think I can. I mean, I've never done anything like that."
Jenny was reminded at this point why she never much cared for Eric: he was a dumb shit. She would have told him so, but it would have accomplished nothing, and it wouldn't even have given her much satisfaction. She decided to make light of it.
"I kno
w that, silly," she said in a playful tone. "I mean I need to learn how to do it by getting all of your dick in my mouth."
"Oh," said Eric. He was relieved. "Well, then just go ahead. I won't stop you."
Men, Jenny thought. Men are my customers, I'm supposed to like men. But wouldn't it have been possible to make men a little more perceptive? My master would never say anything like that to me. He'd offer to help, or at least I like to think he would. Instructions, she said to herself, Eric needs very simple instructions.
"Well, I need you to help me a little." She got up and took one of the fasteners from the wall. She handed it to him, then turned around and put her hands behind her back. "Clip my wrist rings together," she said.
"Well, OK," said Eric a bit reluctantly, and he fumbled with the fastener for a few seconds.
She turned around and knelt in front of him again. "Now, when I get your dick in my mouth, I want you to put your hand behind my head and pull down until all of your dick is in my mouth. Understand?"
"Gee, Jenny, I don't think I can do that. I mean, won't it hurt? I don't care if you don't get all of my dick in your mouth. I mean, yesterday was great. Can't we just do that?" Eric thought he had learned everything there was to know about sex the day before.
"Eric, this is really important to me. I have to learn this. If I don't, my master will punish me." She resorted to a plea that she knew would work. "You're the only one who can help me."
Eric couldn't have resisted this plea from any girl, much less Jenny. "OK," he said, "but just a few times."
"No," said Jenny firmly, "not just a few times. Just make me do it," and with that she put her mouth over the head of Eric's dick.
"All right, Jenny," he said, sounding like a henpecked husband. He lightly laid his hand on the back of Jenny's head and pressed down gently. His dick didn't even get to the back of Jenny's mouth before he let up. Jenny jerked her head off Eric's dick.
"Eric," she said in a demanding voice, "you have to pull down hard, really hard. If you don't you'll have to leave."
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