"What makes a good girl?" Rose's mother asked as they stood by the front door of her childhood house for the last time.
"Obedience, enthusiasm, friendliness, appearance," Rose recited as she and every other girl had recited every day of their life.
It was seconds until Rose turned 18 and when she did, as was the custom in her world, her mother would close the door of her childhood home forever and Rose would make her way in the world alone.
What made it truly terrifying was that Rose had barely left the house in her entire life. Like most girls she had been exclusively home schooled in basic reading and given intensive studies in cooking and other domestic duties. She had only gone out into the world maybe once a month and never more than a few houses away to visit a neighbour.
Her mother only ever took her outside when the streets were near empty so she had seen very few people in her 18 years.
Still Rose knew it wasn't as bad for her as it was for others. Rose had a good body, C cup natural breasts and a pretty face that was sure to be popular. Her curly dark hair gave her a sweet and innocent look. She was a natural beauty and it was only a matter of time until she found a husband who would take her into his protection.
Her beauty alone gave her entitlements not afforded to others. She was given a good job as a shop girl at Macy's department store, a free travel card for the subway and a room at a reasonable apartment complex on the upper west side.
All of these places and ideas were like a dream to Rose. She had been shown some of them on television but experienced none of them. She had been given exact directions on how to get to Macy's and which train to catch but the concept of being on a train under the ground remained overwhelming as was the idea of crowds and people. But it was men that scared her the most. She knew she had to please them, that it was reason to be but she doubted she would be of any use to them.
"Love you," her mother said and embraced her daughter one last time. A moment later an alarm on Rose's phone went off and her mother hurriedly closed the door literally and figuratively on Rose's childhood.
She was 18 now. She would never see her parents again.
Rose turned and walked down the steps of her parents apartment and headed for the subway. A little further down the street she could see her friend Sasha sitting on her front steps.
"Hi," Rose said smiling at her friend. Sasha would turn 18 next week but her future was much less certain than Rose. She had always been a frumpy girl and had unfortunate features like a slightly crooked nose and narrow eyes. She was far from attractive but had always been a good friend.
"Happy birthday," Sasha said. But there was no joy in the greeting. Rose could sense the dread that Sasha faced with her own upcoming birthday. She had no job offers, no travel card and no accommodation. For everything that Rose had been offered and the near certainty that she would be married soon enough there was nothing but dark clouds in Sasha's future.
Rose didn't like to think what would happen to her. She couldn't live with her parents but was unlikely to have anywhere else to stay. It was almost certain she would be homeless, seeking shelter wherever she could and becoming more haggard and hopeless with each day. For a moment Rose thanked her lucky stars she wasn't her.
But she couldn't let it bother her, she realised.
"Men like to see smiles," she heard her mother's voice in her head. "That's how I married your father. Bright smile, happy thoughts and a pleasing personality."
Rose smiled at her friend but couldn't think of any happy thoughts looking at Sasha's despair so decided she best move on and forget about her.
She was unlikely to be back in this neighbourhood again so it would doubtless be the last time they saw each other.
Sasha looked down at the ground and Rose moved on quickly. As she stepped down the road she looked herself up and down.
Her top buttons were undone revealing her cleavage enough that the bounce of her breasts could be seen clearly. It was important she knew to reveal enough of her breasts so that men could be sure that they were real by the natural bounce. Her black skirt was just long enough to cover her otherwise naked pussy and even she admired her long slender legs stepping lightly along the street on black high heels.
Rose wondered what her first sexual experience would be like. She knew most men valued women most highly for their ability to please them sexually but she had never seen the act herself, her father always discreet when it came to be serviced by his five wives and her mother had been careful to avoid going outside when people were in the street.
All she knew was that her father had chosen her mother because of her ability at oral sex which seemed to be also called "blowjob" and "deepthroat" but as she had never seen it or been exposed to it she didn't know what it involved.
Like all men her father had different wives for different tasks. Her mother was a sex wife only but others also did cooking and cleaning. Men could have up to five wives, "a ring on each finger" as the saying went and Rose's mother had been his last finger.
Rose knew that it was important to be obedient to any man but her mother had always impressed on her the need to go further for any man who didn't have five rings on his left hand.
"You never know," she said. "He might just be the one."
Rose reached the subway stairs and swiped her card through the reader. She sighed with relief when it let her through the turnstile - her first task as an adult (using a travel pass) was successful.
"Perhaps I'll be OK," she let herself hope.
She walked down to the platform and found there was a dozen or so people waiting for the train, all men except for an older woman who seemed to be with her husband.
"Excuse me," said a voice behind her.
She turned and saw a middle aged man of about forty standing behind her.
He reached up and unbuttoned her shirt and as he did so she was disappointed to see he had five rings on his hand. He opened her shirt and pulled her bra down and fondled her breasts roughly.
Rose smiled at him and wondered what she was meant to do next.
"Can I grab a quick blowjob?" he asked. "I just missed my train and the next one is ten minutes away."
"Of course," smiled Rose but her stomach churned as she realised she had no idea what she was supposed to do.
"Blowjob is like oral and deepthroat," she thought. "It must be something to do with the mouth. But mine or his?"
The man kept squeezing her breasts together then leant forward and sucked her nipples hard. She gasped at the ticklish feeling as he sucked her tits and squeezed them in his hands.
"I guess it's his mouth on my breasts," she thought.
He let go of her breasts while continuing to suck at them. She saw him reaching around in his pants and suddenly caught sight of his long hard cock as he took it out of his pants.
His hand reached up pulled her head down, forcing her to her knees and her mouth inches from the first hard cock she had ever seen.
Rose looked up at the man who seemed to be impatiently waiting for her to do something. She smiled nervously at him and shifted slightly on her knees, the hard tiles digging into her skin uncomfortably.
"Suck it," the man said gripping her hair tighter and drawing her mouth to his cock.
Understanding at last Rose smiled at the man and put head of the man's cock into her mouth, feeling saliva drain into her mouth as the large cock pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth.
"Enthusiasm," Rose thought, remembering her mother's advice. "It's not enough to just obey. You must show them how much you enjoy obeying."
Rose had thought this would mean telling the man how much she loved to please and serve him but saw now that was impossible with his cock pushing in and out of her mouth.
So she groaned in delight around his cock like it was the tastiest thing she had ever had in her mouth. In reality it smelt a bit and had a sweaty unpleasant taste but as she looked up at him, drool dripping out the side of her mouth as the man forced her head up and down she did her best to smile at him with her eyes and squeal in delight.
The man reached down as he fucked her mouth and in one motion ripped off her shirt and bra and threw them off the platform and on to the tracks. He gripped her head tightly and slammed it back and forth as he thrust his cock in and out of her tightly sucking lips. The force of his thrusts caused her tits to bounce and quiver.
To steady herself she gripped the man's thighs through his pants and tried to keep looking up at him as she felt his cock penetrate her throat. She gagged but managed to keep looking up at him as he pushed deeper into her throat then held her head still, his dick completely blocking her airway.
"That's it bitch," he said. "Keep those pretty eyes looking up at me."
She gagged more violently and felt sick rising up her throat but managed to swallow it back down causing her throat to grip around the head of his cock.
He gasped in pleasure and started fucking her mouth again. He was pulling harder on her hair and tears welled in her eyes so she could barely see him anymore.
She swallowed again, her throat like a vice around his cock and he began to roar like an elephant as he held her head in place and violently fucked her mouth.
Her eyes opened wide as she felt his cock grow even harder and suddenly a thick creamy liquid burst into her mouth and drained down her throat like a fire hose causing her to gag again but she managed to keep from throwing up and swallowed the thick cream while still sucking the cock in her mouth.
The man pulled out, did up his pants and stepped away from her without a word or even a thank you.
The sound of metal screeching as the train roared into the station alerted Rose to the world about her once again and she realised in horror that the train was running over her shirt and bra that the man had torn from her body.
"Don't worry dear," said the woman nearby standing by her husband. "That was a Macy's uniform wasn't it? They'll give you a new one down at the store. This your first day?"
