I laid there in the silence, still restrained. Liam's cum slid down my pussy as if to taunt me and provoke me into cumming. But I wouldn't. I knew I was being watched, I knew there had to be cameras in there.
But then, maybe not. When Liam had licked my juice of the cane he'd told me not to tell anyone. If he wasn't supposed to be doing that because they didn't yet know I was clean, then perhaps no one could see what was happening in this room. I found it strange that there wouldn't be any cameras here if they were everywhere else.
Or maybe he'd only said that to plant a seed in my head that there
were
no cameras, to see how I would behave when I believed I wasn't being watched.
But his cum coated my cunt, dripped over my clit, meandered down my pink folds . . . I pulled at the ropes, trying to mitigate the sensation. My pussy throbbed, my body tingled and I strained it and stretched as much as I could, trying to focus on other things.
About ten minutes later, the door opened and Liam walked through it. He carried with him a plate of apple slices and peanut butter. Setting the plate at the curve of my waist he looked down at me and asked, "How is my little slut doing?"
"I need to cum, please, Sir!" I said through my teeth.
"Hmm... I bet. But I ain't gonna let you cum. I will, however, let you eat. You must be starving."
I hadn't realized how hungry I was until he said it. I nodded and looked away, expecting to have to beg for food.
Liam undid the ropes that bound my wrists and let me sit up. He left my ankles bound so that my legs were still splayed. I slid down the table so that I could bend them, and moaned as I felt his cum continue to tease my pussy.
Liam chuckled and said, "Open your mouth."
I opened my mouth and he fed me a slice of apple with some peanut butter on it. I bit into it as I looked at him and chewed it rapidly. At least one urge was being relieved. I swallowed and said, "Thank you, Sir."
"We ain't monsters, you know. We do treat our slaves like human bein's, even if they are whores. We like our girls to be healthy. We make better money that way."
So noble. I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes and instead took another bite of the apple. He watched me silently as he fed me, and finally picked up the last slice of apple from the plate. This one had no peanut butter on it.
He got on top of the table and sat in between my legs. "Look at all that cum I left on ya. You like feeling my jizz trickle down your pussy?"
Before I could answer he pressed the apple slice to my clit and started scooping up his cum. I moaned and tried to pretend it wasn't happening, but that was futile. He slid the apple slice back and forth, up and down, coating it with our fluids.
"I bet you really need to cum now, dontcha?"
I shook my head. I didn't want to cum for him, or any of them anymore. He slid the apple slice all over my pussy until it was thoroughly covered in his semen, and then reached out and held it to my lips. I looked at all the cum dripping off it and turned my head away.
"Eat it! I know you're a cum hungry little slut. Eat it!" He pressed it to my lips and I opened my mouth and took a bite. The saltiness of his cum mingled with the sweetness of the apple and my pussy. Cum dripped down my lips with the juice of the apple. I licked it away and took another bite.
"How's it taste?" he asked, smiling wickedly.
"Like a cum-covered apple, Sir," I replied with my mouth still full. "Why don't you try some?"
Liam laughed and said, "You're funny. Now finish it."
He shoved the remainder of the apple slice into my mouth and I swallowed it down, barely chewing, thinking that if this had been almost anyone else - if it had been John doing this to me - I'd have obliged with no reservations, even asked for more. If I'd been given a choice, I'd be fine with all this.
Liam untied the ropes at my ankles and made me get on all fours. He attached a leash to my neck and pulled me to the door, saying, "I'm gonna give you a tour of where you'll be fuckin' 'n suckin' all day."
"But- you don't know if I'm clean yet."
"We'll know soon enough."
I bowed my head and looked down at the floor, saying nothing. Liam tugged at the leash. I crawled behind him, trying to keep up as he pulled me in his long stride. We exited from a door in the basement and he made me crawl up a set of concrete stairs. I went as fast as I could, my knees scraping all the way to the soft grass up top.
The sun blared down on my naked body, and I squinted as he pulled me along across the dirt road. I was getting filthy and trying not to breathe in the dust that Liam kicked up as he walked. My initial shock seemed to be melting away in the hot sun, and I realized that in the back of my mind I'd been hoping things would get better.
He tugged me along, showing me the wooden stables, each stall containing a whore like me getting fucked in one hole or another, or getting punished. The ones who weren't being used were languidly resting on flat, dirty mattresses. A chorus of moans and screams and grunts filled the stagnant air. This was my fate. This would be my existence day in, day out, for the rest of my life. What would they do with me when I was no longer desirable? Would I turn into that woman from the cafe?
A cop came out of one of the stalls and looked me over. I gasped and froze. Liam looked back at me and laughed, "Relax, the cops come here all the time. They get you girls for free. Hey, Officer Scott, how are ya? I'd shake yer hand but I just fed this little wench one of my candy apples."
Officer Scott looked me over and laughed. "God damn cum whores, man. I wish I'd known you'd be bringin' this one out, I'da dumped my load in 'er instead."
"Well, she's not quite cleared yet. We should know by this evenin' whether she's a keeper. But I tell you, she has got one nice, hot, juicy pussy. The doc's expeditin' the tests."
"Glad to hear it." Officer Scott crouched down and looked me in the eye and said, "I'm gonna cum deep in that cunt a yours, slut." Then he stood up and said to Liam, "Y'all have a good day. Keep that bitch in line, she's got fire in her eyes."
I did have fire in my eyes, but it was because my tears were burning them, and as Officer Scott walked away they started dropping onto the dry soil beneath me. Liam's shadow loomed over me and he said, "You finally broke, huh. I was wonderin' when that'd happen."
He pulled me to my feet and I saw my legs were caked with dirt, my knees were scraped and bleeding, and the palms of my hands dirty and red. I wept uncontrollably, shamelessly, and he scooped my filthy, used body up. His hands grabbed my ass as I wrapped my arms and legs around him, buried my face in his neck, and screamed. I could barely breathe. I clung to him even though I didn't want to, because I couldn't do anything else.
"Shh...calm down. We'll get you cleaned up and you can rest. You did good," he said with some alien tenderness in his voice.
"Am I supposed to be ha- happy about that?" I cried.
"You've got a choice: you can either be here and be miserable about not wantin' ta be here, or you can be here and be happy about wantin' ta be here."
"But I don't wanna be here! Is that what you tell all the women here? To lie to themselves?"
"No. We tell them just what I told you."
I couldn't even wrap my head around it. So these girls weren't here of their own free will like Missy had said? I was so confused. But my confusion was drowned out by hopelessness.
He carried me away and back into the house, up the stairs, and into a large communal bathroom, which was luckily empty. I didn't even want my fellow whores to see me like this.
He set me down on my feet and I stood there crying uselessly as he turned on a shower. He took my hand gently and walked me over to the open stall.
