Chapter 5
Desert Moon
For whole a year, Ana was pimped out about once or twice a weak by Tom Hardy. She refused to admit that she liked it, and continued to convince herself that she was the victim of abuse and exploitation as a woman.
But her mind was slowly cracking. Kicked out of the church, she was free to act like a whore that she was inside. Why bother trying to hide it?
The clients were unique. Often military men seeking to relive their past with prostitutes in Latin America. A disturbing number of them were men who had fought against cartel lords like Escobar. They had seen action against Marxists and drug lords alike. They often spoke of horrible things they had witnessed, and she comforted them.
"I watched a whole family murdered. One by one," one of her clients admitted in bed. "First, the children. A nine year old girl. She didn't even know what was happening as the killer in a ski mask used a knife to cut around her neck, and decapitate her. The crying and screaming, as the rest now knew what would happen. Once you watch you own child die, you die inside. Helpless. I couldn't act. Had my orders. I was a soldier for the US Government."
He broke down sobbing after that. She let him fuck her however he wanted, as hard as he wanted, trying to escape his memories. He thanked her and paid her well.
Some of them used her hard, amusing her, slapping her around, and then apologizing. She took it like the piece of shit she felt like. A piece of shit for loving every moment of it.
Far from used as common whore, these men wined and dined her, took her to the movies, buying her time for days for themselves or their group of friends. Sometimes just one on one fucking, a man living the dream. Sometimes raw, passionate, rough gangbangs and men using her until she was sore and red. In either case, no one disrespected her in the morning when she awoke filled with cum and covered in dry semen.
And then the cops showed up, and an unexpected termination notice came from UNM. She was arrested on prostitution and a long list of other crimes, then released on bail.
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Tom Hardy sat down across from her next to her lawyer, Saul Morrison. Better Call Saul, they all said. Looked nothing like the Breaking Bad character.
"The University was looking for a reason to fire you, and private eyes supplied that reason," Saul said.
"It was Dwayne. He got jealous. And some of those guys you had fired a while ago. He found them all and they got their revenge."
Dwayne, that pinche cabron! She had let him fuck her in the ass, and then cum in her mouth. Evidently he had become obsessed with her afterward.
"Fucking men," she breathed. "I thought you had this under control, Tom? What the fuck?"
"I underestimated the arrogance of political circles. They thought they were immune from me. They will learn soon enough. Politicians simply do not realize how amazingly stupid they really are. But that will be later."
She felt some comfort from his assurances. But those assurances had failed as of just then.
"The lawsuit against the University is solid. A liberal institution going after a libertine will backfire. You have no money to prove prostitution. You have no unexplainable assets."
"The FBI is investigating this, Tom! They are investigating you in particular," she reminded them both.
Tom chuckled. "You fucked many of their agents already. It will all play out, baby."
"I'm not your baby!" she seethed. "And just where is all that money I made for you?"
He raised his eyebrows. "You've acquired a certain level of confidence to face a lion down, mijita."
She opened her mouth to say something sassy, and then realized he was right. She had changed. She had gained confidence. She had worn a business suit and skirt, and still risked not wearing underwear. She couldn't anymore. It just didn't feel right. Her blouse barely kept her tits in with no bra, but the suit hid most of this fact.
Despite the media attention and her reputation enduring a scorched-earth policy, she still held up her head with dignity while staying sexy. Fuck them, those putos and pendejos!
"I'm not entirely sure the lion is a lion. He is looking more like a fox at the moment. Where is my money? Four-hundred and twenty-nine thousand dollars by my estimate. My vaginal and anal muscles are very strong and tight, Tom. A lot of labor."
"I didn't think you were doing it for the money."
She stared him down, and he chuckled. "You surprise me. And yet I should have known. The little mouse has teeth."
"Fuck you, Tom. Do I need to pay Saul with my body as well?"
Saul blushed, and then chuckled. "I am happily married. Returning to the matter at hand. Stop fucking around while the media hounds are sniffing at your heels."
"So, here is how to deal with it in court. Confess to every detail of your moral turpitude and sexual appetites, and make the jury squirm."
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Until her trial weeks later, Tom kept her at his house in the middle of nowhere. His prisoner, in fact. He deprived her of clothes. There was no cell phone coverage. And if she wanted to escape, she'd have to hike naked across miles of hot desert full of weeds, sharp rocks, thorns, and worse of all ... New Mexico's ever painful goatheads.
So since Tom's house was a mess, and he had scrap wood, metal, tiles, and plenty of tools, she began improving the house. She had found a pair of cowboy boots to wear, though too small and they hurt like hell if she kept them on too long.
Tom would leave her alone for days ... until strange men started arriving. The first time she had been on the porch hammering in new wood to make repairs.
It was a rugged man, scruffy, blue eyes, and with lustful eyes. He grabbed her, bent her over, and began fucking her! His cock slid deep into her pussy, stretching it open and making her grunt.
"Who the fuck are you?" she demanded, but never got an answer.
None of the men hit her, but they were strong and easily overwhelmed her, then fucked her mouth, her pussy, and her ass as they pleased. Sudden and abrupt violations. She deserved every second of it, and quivered, shuddered, and orgasmed when she was left manhandled, fucked, filled, and roughly used.
A part of her screamed out to stop this terrible addiction. Days would go by as she worked around the yard, piling up scrap metal, separating the useful from total junk, all while naked and in boots. Days would go by as she lusted for another strange man to show up and fuck her.
Or Tom. When was she going to fuck her? All he let her do was suck his enormous cock, and swallow his giant loads of sperm. She wanted more. She wanted to feel him in her guts.
But all he did was let lesser men take and use her like a bitch. Outside the house, inside the house, bent over, on her back, in the dirt on her hands and knees, and she loved it.
"Oh god, what have I become?"
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And so she did. The trial began, and went on for several days. She admitted to all of the sex.
"Did you accept money?"
"It was part of the roleplaying."
