Chapter 4 -- Down and Out
That is how it started. Days walking through the park hand in
hand with Deana. Midnight dinners by candlelight. Nights of sweet
romance. Stolen breaks away to see Roxanne, while Deana worked
the local household suppliers convention.
Locked in her motel room, I became Roxanne's lifeline. Unlocking
the door, restocking the little refrigerator, providing her only
human contact. She had become a kept woman long ago. Kept for
sex. Fantasy fulfilling sex. Though not necessarily for her.
Strong leather bracelets on her wrists and ankles were tied to
the corners pulled her limbs tight. Her whole body was taunt
tight, trembling like a guitar string. Roxanne gulps for air. Her
naked body is covered in sweat even though the men around her are
comfortably sipping cold beers. I feel myself shrinking from her.
I collapse spent on her nude form, protecting her from the next
man in line for a little while longer.
"I knew you would bring that." she said, standing with her hands
crossed across her breasts. My exquisite captive wore a loose
angora sweater that fell to the crack of a freshly shaven pussy.
Her legs were bare, calf muscles shapely in flaming red stiletto
heels. "I feel it better this way. It makes the sex more
immediate. Intense. Am I wicked? Well, this is what you and the
others made of me. And how you enjoyed drilling my lessons into
me."
My time with Roxanne has become more precious. Each minute more
desperate. We struggle to recapture the passion of Joy Town. For
me it is simple. What does she seek? Is it a murky, so very
muddled desire for simplicity from choices removed or lingering
lessons beat into her from Tam's whip? Nerves just beneath her
skin, pulsing, trained for so much more, seeking a heightened
stimulus while she revolts against the humiliation.
The bag is full of rope and broad leather bands for arms and
legs. The sex is fierce. Bound, stretched or suspended. Each time
different. Reaching for only the pure single sided satisfaction.
Mine. For that is how it is. She must be satisfied with whatever
little pleasures her body can grab. My visits get longer.
She kneels at the foot of the bed, firmly bound, delicate wrists
securely tied behind her. White goo drips from her chin to bare
breasts. The angora sweater long removed lays beside her. "I
always enjoyed your oral talents. You learned your lessons well
in the clubs."
"Must have. Others also liked the way I suck."
"I screwed both you and Sarah for a while. Then traded you back
to the big man. I needed the money. You understand. Last I
heard, he auctioned off both you and your daughter in Cambodia.
What became of you?"
"Auctioned me. A meat sale is what it was. Lined us up, whipped
and fucked us until the money was right, then we found ourselves
servicing sex tours from Germany, the States, anywhere losers
with two shillings to rub together wanted to own a woman for a
night. No holds barred. I dared not say no. It wouldn't have
mattered if I did. For they would meet, the customers would, and
share their fantasies. They looked in the hard-core porno
magazines and picked their fancy. Then they picked a woman. I
felt like meat on the hoof. I guess that is what they wanted.
Sarah and I were kept with an American woman. Colleen, a real
beauty with reddish brown hair. With only three girls, we were
kept busy, day and night."
"Sarah's figure was filling out. She had always made my owners a
ton of money, but now the demand was too great. They came from
all over, all wanted to do Sarah. My poor Sarah would come back
from one group, filthy, bruised, dead tired and be taken
immediately by another. My daughter was booked solid for sixty
days in advance. A Japanese businessman took a liking to her and
stole her away, to be kept as a reward to his best employees.
That is the last time that I saw her. The owners had Sarah
booked, they had taken the payments in advance and now they
couldn't deliver. So they did the only thing they could. They
dissolved the business overnight. Dragged Colleen and I out into
the street. The drunken slobs from the other sex clubs on the
strip emptied out to laugh, a few to bid for western women. They
thought it all great sport. Half nude, they pushed us onto the
bonnet of a car and under the flashing neon lights put two full
grown women up for sale."
"Colleen was dragged, kicking and screaming her head off, into a
black limousine. I never saw her again. I ended up being the
private property of a Thai store owner who could barely support
himself. Any money he made selling vibrators and smuggled
cigarettes, he spent in whore houses. Now I was sleeping on the
floor over his tiny store front. I had to clean his damn store on
my hands and knees, then fuck him and his friends. Then he sat me
in his store window sucking on a plastic cock. Then he started
including me as sort of a bonus, to clinch his sales. `Buy some
batteries and get to hard fuck the tamed English woman.' He was a
savage. Every night, the fucker took my ass. When a salesman from
Hong Kong took an interest in me, I threw myself at him. He must
have felt sorry for me, he rescued me by trading a 21 inch Sony
for me."
"For a while I traveled all over Thailand and Cambodia with him.
He bought a passport for me. I carried his sample case through
airports, did his laundry and sat at his feet, looking pretty
while he made his sales. They like that. At night I was his sex
toy. There was no running away. Nights, I was kept chained to the
toilet. It was not too bad, for me. I was like his obedient dog.
His company got wind of a big account in Africa. A mega rich
German noble, was refurbishing an old estate out in the wild. His
company wanted him to sell them a security system. That is how I
came to meet the mistress of the house, the eccentric Madame
Freya. B.F. liked me to kneel quietly beside him, as he made his
sales pitch. Having an obedient woman at your feet was very
prestigious where he came from, but here it was quite disruptive.
Madame, was more interested in me, than his products. She wanted
to know if I minded. He laughed at that, and explained that it
was no matter. To demonstrate, he ordered me to raise Madame's
dress and kiss her crotch. What could I do? You can't take a
beating every time. So I did it. Freya was fascinated. She made
an offer for me but B.F. would have nothing of it. She raised the
price and kept raising it until he give in. B.F. was really sorry
to loose me. He cried as he counted his cash. As he said, the
markup was just too high."
Deana."