was walking in exactly the way they had taught her to, putting each foot directly in front of the other. It wasn’t a natural way of walking. It made her hips tick from side to side like a metronome. She was sure that the guards at the door were watching her. There was nothing she could do about it. Any man could see everything she had any time that they wanted, and there was nothing she could do about that. Any man could fuck her any time he wanted, and there was nothing she could do about that either. She felt like crying, but she had no tears left.
She recognized which way they were going, and she began to feel physically ill. They were headed towards the special rooms where potential buyers inspected and evaluated naked, helpless women. That always included fucking them or making them suck cock. The fucking she could endure. The sucking was something that she had to endure: Feeling that thick, throbbing tube probing her mouth, waiting for the inevitable spurts of thick, salty cum to fill her mouth, and then having to swallow all of it and then thank her attacker for it and offer to lick him clean. She shuddered. Worst of all, at least this time, was that she’d been woken from sleep – the only peace she knew in this place – to service yet another man. Or would it be men? She shuddered again. She wanted to turn and run away, screaming. She didn’t dare. As much as she dreaded what she would be made to do soon, she dreaded what they might do to her if she refused even more. She just followed along after her trainer, bound now by nothing but those formless fears, her head held high, her shoulders thrown back, and her hips ticking away.
“In here.” Her trainer opened a door and pointed. Gia didn’t meet his eyes as she walked through the doorway.
There was a round mat on the floor. She went over and stood right in the middle of it, exactly as she had been trained to do, and focused her eyes on a single black spot in the middle of one of the beige-painted walls, exactly as she had been trained to do. Only then did she begin to notice anything else in the room.
There was never any furniture, aside from the round mat. But there were always men. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two of them, standing in a corner and looking her over with interest. One of them wore dark sunglasses. He looked like a bodyguard. So many of the men who came here wore sunglasses that she had learned to recognize the type. The other… he was tall, and swarthy, and big . He stood with his massive arms crossed above a big, protruding belly. He had a wide, piratical mustache, but no beard. The suit he wore looked expensive, but it fit him badly. The glint in his eye was unmistakable. Gia gulped. Whoever he was, he must have considerable influence to make them bring him a woman outside of normal ‘business’ hours.
She heard the door close. A moment later, her trainer was standing close to her, running his hands over her naked body, and talking. She didn’t recognize any of the words, but she knew that he was rattling off the usual sales pitch, pointing out all the finer points of her. He fondled her ass, squeezed her breasts, and stroked her thighs. Gia kept still, though she wanted more than ever to flee. But the door was certainly locked, and even if it wasn’t and she somehow got out of the room, there was absolutely nowhere to go once she’d done that. She shivered as her trainer tweaked her nipples. For all of her training, she just couldn’t remain motionless when he did that.
Her trainer completed the rote introduction and said something to the big man. He grunted and nodded and came over to stand right in front of Gia. She tried to keep looking straight ahead. He was much taller than she was. She tried to focus on the third button down from the top on his shirt. This close, his bulk felt distinctly menacing. Gia had to fight an urge to back away. She felt herself trembling, almost imperceptibly.
The big man put a thick,
She recognized which way they were going, and she began to feel physically ill. They were headed towards the special rooms where potential buyers inspected and evaluated naked, helpless women. That always included fucking them or making them suck cock. The fucking she could endure. The sucking was something that she had to endure: Feeling that thick, throbbing tube probing her mouth, waiting for the inevitable spurts of thick, salty cum to fill her mouth, and then having to swallow all of it and then thank her attacker for it and offer to lick him clean. She shuddered. Worst of all, at least this time, was that she’d been woken from sleep – the only peace she knew in this place – to service yet another man. Or would it be men? She shuddered again. She wanted to turn and run away, screaming. She didn’t dare. As much as she dreaded what she would be made to do soon, she dreaded what they might do to her if she refused even more. She just followed along after her trainer, bound now by nothing but those formless fears, her head held high, her shoulders thrown back, and her hips ticking away.
“In here.” Her trainer opened a door and pointed. Gia didn’t meet his eyes as she walked through the doorway.
There was a round mat on the floor. She went over and stood right in the middle of it, exactly as she had been trained to do, and focused her eyes on a single black spot in the middle of one of the beige-painted walls, exactly as she had been trained to do. Only then did she begin to notice anything else in the room.
There was never any furniture, aside from the round mat. But there were always men. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw two of them, standing in a corner and looking her over with interest. One of them wore dark sunglasses. He looked like a bodyguard. So many of the men who came here wore sunglasses that she had learned to recognize the type. The other… he was tall, and swarthy, and big . He stood with his massive arms crossed above a big, protruding belly. He had a wide, piratical mustache, but no beard. The suit he wore looked expensive, but it fit him badly. The glint in his eye was unmistakable. Gia gulped. Whoever he was, he must have considerable influence to make them bring him a woman outside of normal ‘business’ hours.
She heard the door close. A moment later, her trainer was standing close to her, running his hands over her naked body, and talking. She didn’t recognize any of the words, but she knew that he was rattling off the usual sales pitch, pointing out all the finer points of her. He fondled her ass, squeezed her breasts, and stroked her thighs. Gia kept still, though she wanted more than ever to flee. But the door was certainly locked, and even if it wasn’t and she somehow got out of the room, there was absolutely nowhere to go once she’d done that. She shivered as her trainer tweaked her nipples. For all of her training, she just couldn’t remain motionless when he did that.
Her trainer completed the rote introduction and said something to the big man. He grunted and nodded and came over to stand right in front of Gia. She tried to keep looking straight ahead. He was much taller than she was. She tried to focus on the third button down from the top on his shirt. This close, his bulk felt distinctly menacing. Gia had to fight an urge to back away. She felt herself trembling, almost imperceptibly.
The big man put a thick,
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