Michelle had just dressed, fresh from having her daily breakfast of her owners cum when a distinguished gentleman entered the whorehouse/bar and was introduced as Victor. He had come to see about buying Michelle.
She had known nothing about it, but reconciled herself to the fact that she was simply flesh for sale. Michelle was made to stand straight and tall, tits and ass thrust out while Victor walked around feeling of her body.
She was told to strip and drop to her knees. Michelle knew what that meant and she began to suck Victor's dick with enthusiasm. She even moved behind him and tongued his ass deep and wet and then finished sucking him.
To her surprise, she was lifted up just before she thought Victor was about to shoot his cum down her throat. Michelle was placed on a table. Michelle automatically spread her legs and held her pussy open. Victor put on a condom and began to fuck her slowly at first and then hard as he held her legs to his side. When he came, the men with him all took turns in Michelle's holes. None of them used a condom. She was used to that. She had appreciated Victor using one, and was sort of drawn to him. Maybe he was a gentleman.
Victor's men moved from hole to hole around Michelle until they had all tried each of her holes and either cum in or on her. At a nod from Victor, the men carried Michelle naked to Victor's limosine. A sheet was placed on the seat before Michelle was allowed to sit down.
It had all happened so quick, she barely had time to hug Carla goodbye. She and Carla had grown close over the last several days, making love to one another after the whorehouse/bar had closed. They remained together through the night in one of the padlocked rooms. Michelle worried about Carla. She would have to take over all the servicing of the men that both of them had shared. In fact Carla had only had to take those men who would'nt wait for Michelle to be finished with her current customer.
Michelle wondered how many customers she would have at the next place. She had fallen asleep on the long ride and awoke when the car stopped. They were in the garage of what looked like a large mansion.
Michelle was paraded naked and barefoot through the garage, past the household help, down the hall, and into a large, beautifully tiled bathroom. The maid was drawing a bath. The tub itself was luxurious.
When Michelle was lowered into the tub by the men, she thrilled that the water was warm! The maid scrubbed her, inside and out, drained the tub and filled it again. Michelle was allowed to soak in the bubblebath. As she did, though, she began to think. She hadn't allowed herself that luxury very often over the last several weeks.
Michelle had been kidnapped, raped, and forced into prostitution. Although she had never taken drugs before, she had to take the drugs she was given just to make it through each day.
She had kept a record of the days she was at the whorehouse by scratching on the wall next to her bed. For thirty-one days, seven days a week, she had been fucked by at least fifteen men a day. Not counting the twenty or so who could afford to pay for her regularly, over fourhundred men had cum in her, most without condoms.
Michelle slid under the water, she was sure she was pregnant and probably worse. She didn't want to face it. "Maybe its Michael's!" She thought, and then remembered that she had gotten her period a few days after starting work at the whorehouse.
