Three weeks now and Mrs. Lucy Harper, (43), the school teacher, was incessantly forced to submit to the gang's pitiless orders to perform. She had no choice; she had to pay her teenage son's $20,000 gambling debt -- or else! At 20% interest per week! Poor Lucy had already lost 10 lbs from fear, stress and humiliation. Four times each week they forced her to debase herself by having sex with their "clients" in a luxury hotel; after school, during lunch break, after supper. She never knew when the dreaded call would come. They had utter disregard for her feelings, her emotions. The clients ranged from foreigners like the Arab prince and the French count to a local mobster, Fat Tony. They used her body in the most degrading ways, sometimes violently.
Worse, they had gotten her addicted to a terrible drug that caused her body to get pleasure from the depravity. The pain from missing her drug dose was excruciating.
Lucy's husband had refused to speak to her since discovering she had shaved her pussy and had it tattooed with a garish eye. Not her choice; the gang did it. She was sure George believed she was having an affair.
The phone rang. It was John; the student was the gang member who had tricked her son into gambling with gang money. The gang had put the sleaze-ball in charge of her and he regularly helped himself to her "services". He was worse than the others.
"Good morning Mrs. Lucy Harper. How are you?" John was so polite.
"Please, not today." Lucy begged.
"Thought I'd come over and keep you company. Your son, Brian, is at soccer practice and you're probably feeling lonely. Besides, we need to discuss the loan payments, you're falling behind." John laughed.
"Please, no. Just give me the drug and leave me alone. I've done everything you've demanded. Please." Lucy Harper was very distraught. "The loan payments; It must be almost paid off by now?"
"Paid off? Are you kidding? Look here you old bag, you have to work harder. We have expenses, the drug costs money, there's sales commissions. You're way behind! The loan is up to $25,000 now. I'm coming over right now to collect another payment. See you, honey." John hung up.
Lucy wilted; the loan had gone up? She almost fainted. John was coming to her home! Thank god George was out of town on business.
John arrived minutes later; obviously he had called from just around the corner. Lucy was wearing the peach-colored business suit she often wore to school. John just had a red bandanna, black t-shirt and old jeans. He sneered while looking her up and down.
"Here take your medicine and let's go upstairs. I haven't seen your bedroom yet." John shoved a cup of coffee, laced with the drug, into her hand and pointed at the stairs.
Lucy's hand trembled as she downed the drink. Her muscles became weak as they walked up the stairs, John's hand squeezing her bottom. He smelled of booze again.
In the bedroom, John snickered as he opened the curtains and turned on the light.
"Please. Close the curtains. My neighbors can see in. Please don't do this." Lucy pleaded hoping John would, for once, show some compassion.
"Good. Let's entertain them." John looked at poor Lucy with derision as he took hold of her shoulders and yanked her suit jacket down exposing her pretty pink blouse.
Lucy just stood there trembling knowing it was no use struggling. Besides, the drug was starting to take effect; her nipples had started to stiffen.
John's sneering face looked into her eyes as one hand forced her chin up so she had to look at him. The other hand softly caressed her cheeks. Gently pulling her to him, he roughly kissed her lips forcing his tongue in, pushing her own tongue aside as he callously searched her mouth. One hand now clutched her ass hard forcing her into his crotch while the other hand unzipped her skirt.
