Sometimes the two girls mated on the lawn. Anne liked that, in the open air with Rae. She had so many such adventures since becoming her first owner's possession she could not remember them all. On Mr. Schuyler's estate, outside the library after a whipping. And in the city park last year; nine men if she remembered right, some of them from behind whose faces she never saw.
It was a good time for her, and a profitable one for her owner. But in time her novelty wore off and he began to think of selling her.
He was jolted into action by an opportunity. A half dozen young nuns had renounced their vows of chastity and given themselves to a pimp in the city. He sold them to Lobo for quite a nice profit, who now offered them at a similar markup to Mr. Jones.
But where to put them? He studied his record books. His two oldest whores, Greta and Zeta, were over thirty. Once top money-makers, they had lost their charm and were always to last to be chosen from the parlor. He had tried to sell them without success. Strangling them would free up a cell for two girls.
A smile crossed his face as he thought of the tricks Greta taught him when he was a young man. That tongue of hers, almost a living creature... But this was business; they had to go. He gave the order. He consoled himself with the thought this was more humane than staking them outside for the jaguars. Afterwards, the zoo in the city could have them for the carnivores and he would take a tax deduction.
That left four; they could just fit in the large cell occupied by Anne and Rae. Anne could spend the night hung by her wrists from one of the meat hooks in the ceiling, she was used to that. And the smallest nun Sister Millicent from the other. Rae and the other three could lie packed like sardines on the floor. He had heard some things about the large one, Sister Sara, hmm.
And it would only be for a week or two; the next lady-market was coming up. He would sell Rae and Anne as a pair.
On the day they arrived Anne was in the parlor with Rae. Standing in a corner, she saw the new girls arrive and enter the parlor meekly with their heads down to be prepared for service. Each of them removed her clothes and put them in a large box for disposal before kneeling to have their steel collars attached.
After the bracelets had been fitted on their wrists and ankles and their hands fastened behind them came the medical inspection. They were measured and probed - some gasped as the cold instrument was inserted - and passed as clean for use.
They seemed so young to Anne, perhaps no more than twenty. She wondered how many of them would make it to thirty; two of them had already been sold to hill tribes for rituals.
The others would be trained as whores like her and serve in this parlor, or another and another, until they wore out and were not worth feeding.
She felt a touch on her neck; Rae kissed her. She ceased her melancholy thoughts and returned to the present. She was glad to be alive for as long as her masters allowed it.
At the end of a busy evening in which the nuns had their share of customers - new girls were always of interest - Anne and the others were led to their cells.
Mr. Jones supervised their placement: Anne and Sister Millicent on the two hooks; Rae with Sara on the floor, their collars joined with a chain; and two girls whose names she did not know paired to fill the cell. Later he would rearrange them to "get acquainted".
He left and doused the light, leaving only a glow from the hallway to illuminate the cell.
The two hooks from which Anne and Sister Millicent were suspended were not far apart; they touched repeatedly as they settled down for the night. Anne noticed that Sara had already maneuvered herself on top of Rae.
A moment later she felt a gentle kiss on her shoulders. She turned and saw Millicent smiling at her. Taking the hint, she pressed her body against the other's. Soon they were rubbing up against one another and making little sounds of pleasure. Millie inserted a leg between Anne's and began to massage her.
Their hands were bound behind them, but they could still be used. Anne turned away and reached for the fleece of her partner.
There was none. She groped around for a minute, thinking she had found the wrong place, and Millie giggled. She explained that before they gave themselves to the pimp, Sister Sara made them all get waxed.
Anne took advantage of this, and after a while they released each other and fell asleep exhausted. The floor of the cell below them - and below Rae and Sara too, by the sounds - would be glutinous tomorrow. The third couple was more quiet and reserved; they were the pair destined for sacrifice.
Mr. Jones noticed the hairless condition of the six as well; he liked it and decided that all his girls should undergo the operation.
Anne would be the first. She was taken out to the front lawn, laid on her back and the strips applied. When they had been positioned and pressed in, Mr. Jones ordered her to pull the first one off.
She began; oh, it was too painful, she could not do that to herself. He repeated the order in a stern voice.
Thoughts raced through her mind. She must; surely she could, other girls had done this; no, they had someone else do it to them. Mr. Jones was testing her, she must not fail.
She gave a great yank and it came off. The agony was incredible; it burned like a blowtorch. And that was only the first one.
But - but - it was pleasurable in a way. On her back, watched by everyone, commanded to torture herself and obeying, submitting to her owner; it was good, she needed this.
He spoke again and she pulled off the second strip, it was really kind of enjoyable.
Rae pointed to areas where hairs remained and pressed down more strips. Each time it became easier, fun almost, and stimulating. She felt herself growing wet and heard someone comment.
