[Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 17 of 314 Subject: THE LOTTERY 13/49 From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Date: 1997/03/24 Message-Id: <5h71ro$2ek@sjx-ixn7.ix.netcom.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories [More Headers] Chapter 14 Sherry An hour and a half later Mei's Celica was rolling out the gate. I gave her a ten minute head start and followed in the truck. By the time I reached the red light district Mei and Rachel were already headed for DBA. I whistled when I saw Rachel's outfit. She really did look like a whore. Finding a parking place wasn't easy, and by the time I had Mei was already walking back to her car. "How'd it go?" I greeted her. She smiled. "You should have seen the man's face when Rachel asked for the 'most painful thing you've got'. I thought he'd lost his voice for a minute." She laughed. "Rachel didn't blush at all. I tried not to. He looked at the two of us like we were crazy. But he gave her a riding crop." "That's the worst we sell." He said. Rachel looked relieved and said she didn't think it could hurt too much." "Then he smiled an evil smile and ordered her to lean against the counter. Rachel looked at me and I nodded. She was frightened, but she did it. The man took the crop and hit her ass with it. He hit her hard. She didn't make a sound, but I could see the tears in her eyes." "And when she straightened up and looked at me I could see she suddenly realized just what was waiting for her tonight." Mei watched me gravely. "There were two other men in the store. Rachel was very ashamed, master. She paid for the whip and nearly ran out." "That's part of her punishment." I said gently. "Let me see it." Mei opened the paper bag she was carrying. Looking inside I saw a long crop like you'd use on a horse if you were a son of a bitch. I whistled. "Boy I bet that did hurt. I'm going to have to be careful with this thing. It could raise welts." "Now what?" Mei asked. "You put that in the car. I'm going to find Rachel. I don't want her out on the street alone. I want you to station yourself on her other side. Be casual about it. I want her to ignore us if she can." "Yes, master." Mei said. A man passing us gave Mei a wide eyed look. I winked at him. He hurried past, obviously uncomfortable. "Are you trying to get yourself punished, Mei?" I hissed, taking her arm and escorting her to the car. "Don't call me that in public." "I'm sorry, it just slipped out." Mei apologized. She unlocked the car and put the bag in the back seat along with another one. "Now, let's go cover Rachel." I said. Mei nodded. "You cover her side of the street. I'll be across the street. If anybody tries to snatch her, nail them." "Yes, mas-Paul." She said. I headed across the street, shaking my head. It was still early enough that not a lot of people were out. Dark hadn't yet fallen, which is when things really picked up. Considering that Pine Ridge only has a population of fifty thousand or so its red light district is pretty impressive. The main strip was a set of road five blocks long. There were three adult bookstores, two nude dancing clubs, six or eight bars, and even a genuine whorehouse. And, of course, almost two dozen freelance hookers. Of course, the city council turns a blind eye, since the red-light district contributes twenty percent of the taxes in Pine Ridge. The red-light district, of course, is very careful not to attract undue attention to itself. At least, not the official kind. I was too exposed here. So were Mei and Rachel. There were only a couple of hookers on the street, and they were very wary of Rachel. Obviously Jenny had been as good as her word. Things stayed quiet for a half an hour. Mei was propositioned once and Rachel three times. Each time the men backed off, confused. There would be rumors in town for weeks. As darkness fell the crowds got bigger, providing a better shield. In the next hour Mei successfully avoided being propositioned by not remaining still. Rachel was constantly turning down offers, I lost track at seven. The rest of the hookers were out now. They ranged from stunning to awful, and from illegally young to middle aged. One blonde hooker came up to Rachel and started talking to her. Mei drifted closer. I felt a preliminary chill. But after a short talk the blonde left. Then something curious happened. I was watching the blonde girl. She went to a group of hookers and started to talk, looking often at Rachel. One of the group, a black girl said something. The blonde stopped talking. She went back to her rounds and was soon picked up by a guy in a Cadillac. All the hookers were doing a brisk trade. The word had spread about the special discounts they were offering. The checks I'd written had been cashed and distributed according to instructions. The word had spread. In effect I had subsidized the hookers, paying them a normal night's take each if they'd cut their prices to half what they normally were for this one night. A normally dead Tuesday night was nearly as busy as a weekend. It had been expensive, but worth it, since it provided Rachel with an unparalleled opportunity. I learned later that Rachel turned down no less than twenty-five pickup offers. I decided Rachel had been on the street long enough. I crossed to Mei and said to her. "I'm going to pick Rachel up now. Stay alert. When she's in the truck, head on home. And watch yourself." Mei nodded. The whole exchange had taken less than ten seconds. When I cruised by, Rachel was standing with several other prostitutes. I pulled to the curb. Rachel and another girl walked toward the truck. I didn't recognize the other one, never having seen her before. She was young and pretty, wearing a minidress that hid nothing. "Hi." The brown haired girl leaned into the truck. "Want to have a good time handsome?" "I might. Are the two of you a package deal?" I asked. The brown haired girl looked surprised. She glanced at Rachel. "If that's what you want." The brown haired girl answered. "Of course it will cost you extra. But we're running a special tonight. Everything on the menu's half-price." "How 'bout you, bright eyes?" I asked Rachel. "You into group scenes?" "Whatever you want." Rachel answered saucily. She was excited, her eyes bright and alert. She almost vibrated with suppressed energy. Obviously, the experience turned her on. Brown hair was looking at Rachel and smiling, a look of amused tolerance. She was clearly the old pro watching a greenhorn. "How much?" I asked the brown haired girl. "That depends, handsome. What's your pleasure?" She asked. "Why don't the two of you get in and I'll cruise around the block while we discuss it?" I asked. The brown haired girl grinned and opened the door, exaggeratedly motioning Rachel to go first. Rachel hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, climbing in. The brown haired girl followed, slamming the door behind her. Rachel scrunched over to give her room, pressing up against me in the process. I started the truck moving, turning at the corner. "What's your pleasure?" The brown haired girl asked. "How 'bout telling me your names?" I almost said 'name' but caught myself. "I'm Sherry and this is Rachel." The hooker said. "Well, Sherry, I'm feeling pretty hungry tonight. What's on the menu? Anything spicy?" "Why, of course, handsome. Spicy food's always the best, right Rachel?" "Yes. We aim to please." Rachel grinned at me. "I feel like something really exotic tonight." I said expansively. "Read me the menu." "For fifty bucks I can let you fuck me in the ass." Sherry said. "It's normally a hundred, but like I said, everything's half off tonight." "What's the occasion?" I asked. Sherry shrugged. "Damned if I know. Somebody gave us working girls a bonus if we'd discount tonight. It was a good bonus, so I agreed." "How about you, Rachel? Your menu discounted too?" "Of course." She picked up her cue flawlessly. She'd probably heard some of the other girls discussing the bonus. Only she knew who'd paid it. "I've got genuine cherry pie, for two hundred and fifty." Rachel said. "By the way, what's your name?" "Uh, hey, sorry about that." Sherry butted in. "She's new. Sometimes she makes mistakes. Rachel, honey, you never ask a client his name. Ever." "Oh, that's OK. My name's Paul." I said expansively. "I'd rather not be called 'hey you'!" I laughed. Sherry laughed with me, relieved that Rachel's breech of etiquette was being ignored. "I'm really hungry." I continued, turning back onto the strip. I watched Mei's car disappear toward home. I wondered what she'd do when I walked in with a genuine whore in tow. "And when I'm this hungry it can take all night. I like my food really hot. Chili peppers and hot sauce are a must." "Well, handsome, the more you pay the more you eat." Sherry said with a smile. "And spicy food's a lot more expensive." I glanced over at her. "I think that can be arranged. Say, a thousand for the two of you, all night? But I like my food really really hot." "A thousand dollars? Handsome, I hate to doubt a man's word but that's an awful lot of money." Sherry said with a frown. "Look in the glove compartment." I told her. "Oh my lord!" Sherry gasped. "You really are serious, aren't you?" Her eyes lit up with greed. "Take us home, handsome. We'll be the hottest thing you ever tasted." I pulled to the side on my second orbit. There was no traffic on this out of the way street. "Sherry, I'd better warn you straight out. I like the whips and chains. Sure you can take it?" "Handsome, for that kind of money I can take it." Sherry said firmly. "How about you, Rachel? Feel like getting whipped?" "Sounds exciting." Rachel said with a smile. I nodded and started up the truck again. Soon we were out of town and headed home. Sherry's eyes got wide when she saw the house. "You've been fibbing." She made the shame-shame gesture at me playfully. "Here I thought you were a farmer or something." "Not quite. Come on, you two. Time to get serious." "Are you having a party?" Sherry asked as she spotted Mei's car and Rachel's truck. The hooker didn't seem alarmed. "Yes." I smiled. "But there are only three guests." I led them into the house. "Mei!" I called, clapping my hands. "Chop, chop! We have guests. Mei, where are you, you lazy girl! Front and center, now!" "Coming, master!" Mei called, hurrying down the stairs. She was wearing the same red dress she'd worn to pick Rachel with. She didn't seem surprised to see Sherry. "Yes, master?" She bowed. Smiling, I said. "I've found someone to take your place at the whipping post. Tonight, you'll watch someone else writhe as the whip comes down. Tonight, you'll moan with pleasure instead of pain. Prepare the dungeon." "Yes, master. May I have the keys, master?" I gave her the key ring and she hurried off. Sherry looked unhappy, Rachel looked terrified. "This way, ladies." I walked toward the dungeon, the hooker and Amerind trailing behind me. The dungeon was a scary place. Formally the basement, I'd converted the entire place into the sort of comfy den the Marquis de Sade would have enjoyed. "Um, listen handsome, I don't think I'm such a good cook after all." Sherry said as she stared around at all the straps and massive wooden furniture designed to hold a girl for rape or punishment. "Mei, two pairs of handcuffs, please." I instructed the Chinese girl. She bowed, then searched a moment before locating the wall the handcuffs were hanging from. There must have been a hundred pair (I'd gotten a good deal from a Singapore supplier). The petite nineteen year-old brought back two pairs as instructed. I went behind Rachel and pulled her arms behind her. The ratcheting of the cuffs was loud in the silence. Rachel trembled, but didn't protest. Sherry stiffened as I approached her. She was wide eyed. I didn't try to bind her arms in back, I just snapped the cuffs on one wrist and pulled her over to a metal framework. I snapped the other end of the cuff around a frame, insuring the hooker couldn't escape. "Why so afraid, Sherry?" I questioned her. "Haven't you ever been arrested?" "No." Sherry shuddered. "I've been lucky. Till now." I kissed her. She responded after a second, reflexes taking over. I broke the kiss and laughed at her. "Are you too scared to work, young one?" I asked her. "I bet Rachel's ready to earn her five hundred. Aren't you Rachel?" "Yes." She said, shivering. "She really is a cherry, Paul." Sherry in a low urgent voice. "Not only is this her first trick, but you're going to be her first time. She doesn't understand what she's getting into." "Do you?" I asked softly. "Ever been through an S&M trip?" She shook her head. "Good." I said, kissing her again. "Then you're a cherry too. How old are you?" "Twenty-one." She answered after a slight pause. "Lying is very painful." I said ominously. "I don't care if you're fifteen or fifty. Tell me the truth." I stared deep into her eyes. It seems to disconcert women when you do that. "I'm nineteen." She said. Her pupils dilated for an instant. "Mei, bring me another set of handcuffs and that riding crop you bought tonight." I said. "This bitch is still lying. Perhaps if we show her just how bad the crop hurts she'll tell us the truth. "No, please!" Sherry tugged at her bond and winced as the metal circlet dug into her flesh. Silently Mei brought me what I asked. "Strip her." I told the Chinese girl. Rachel walked over to us as Mei was undressing Sherry. The minidress was the only thing between Sherry and the air. She wore stockings, a g-string, a garter belt and that was all. Mei looked at me questioningly. I nodded. "All the way. Nothing but what she was born with." Sherry was scared now, sure she'd fallen in with crazies. "Please." She begged. I ignored her, looking at Rachel. Rachel was excited, and scared, and aroused all at the same time. Without warning I reached between her legs. She shrieked in surprise as my hand slid over wet slippery flesh. "Rachel's turned on." I told Sherry. Naked now, the whore trembled. I reached between her legs, to find her dry. "But you aren't. Mei, handcuff her other wrist to the bar. Spread her arms as wide as they'll go. "Yes, master." Mei said. Sherry looked like she was ready to cry. Spread widely the frame allowed her about six inches of slack in either direction. "Mei, hold onto Rachel. I don't want her trying to run when Sherry screams." "Please, Paul I don't want to do this!" Sherry begged. "Ever read the Story of O?" I asked the prostitute. "No." She answered warily. "I don't read much." "I'm going to hit you with this riding crop five times." I said. "It's going to hurt more than anything you've ever felt before. It will probably make you scream. Feel free, this dungeon is soundproofed. There's no one within ten miles of us to hear you anyway." "Don't!" She said in despair. Experimentally I swished the crop through the air. It made an evil hissing noise, like a disturbed snake. "Oh, please, please don't use that thing on me." Sherry begged. I walked behind her. She craned her head over her shoulder to look at me. "Face forward, or I'll double the number of lashes." I said coldly. She bleated and her head snapped around. I stood there for a full minute listening to the whore's frightened breathing. Finally she calmed down a little. That's when I hit her. The crop made a loud smacking noise as the small leather loop on it's end struck her. She didn't make a sound for a moment, then she sobbed. Walking around in front of her I made her look at me. "Spread your legs." I ordered her. "Not on my cunt, please oh god I'll do anything, but don't hit me there!" She pleaded, tears running down her cheeks. "Spread your legs, now bitch or I'll chain them apart and give you two dozen of the best on your clitoris. And I'll stop to let you regain consciousness when you faint from the pain between each one." She looked at me in terror and did as she was bid. Reaching forward with the crop I touched each nipple, her navel, and her pussy. Then I nodded. Sherry turned pale. "No, please"! She screamed as the crop hit first one breast, then the other. Her legs snapped together as she fought to back away. The blow on her belly made her gasp for breath. "Spread your legs." I commanded her again. She shook her head violently. "Either you spread your legs and I hit your crotch once, or I spread them, bind them, and hit you two-dozen times. Which is it going to be?" She looked at me. Beaten she spread her legs. When I hit her she wailed in agony but her legs stayed apart. She slumped in her bondsce aware of this?" "I look old enough." Sherry said. "I've got a fake driver's license." "Do you enjoy hooking?" I asked, studying the results of the crop. Sherry's nipples were hard, and there were splotches of reddened skin where I'd struck her. I walked around her, and saw another splotch. "Mei, that crop is too harsh for ordinary usage." I said. "Bring me the cat o'nine tails there." I pointed. Silently Mei obeyed me. I showed it to Rachel, then to Sherry. "This is the whip I used on Mei while she was still a virgin." I said. "It hurts a lot, but doesn't mark a girl unless excessive force is used." Sherry watched me, cringing in her bonds. Fifteen years old, and she'd already been a hooker for a year. And unless she was awfully lucky she'd find this scene more and more often. "Do you enjoy hooking?" I asked again. "It's a living. The money's good." Sherry replied. "But would you do it if you didn't have to?" I asked, swinging the whip gently from side to side. Sherry's eyes followed it irresistibly. "I don't know. I guess not. Are you going to hit me again?" Here was no hooker, here was a scared teenage girl who by all rights should still be in the ninth grade. Her breasts were small, her hips slender. She was pretty, about like Rachel, but nowhere near as beautiful as Mei. And there was no spark in her that spoke to me. "No, Sherry, I'm not." I said. I gave the whip back to Mei. "Unless you lie to me agai I threw out one arm to stop her. She was going to protest but the look on my face stopped her. And scared Sherry to silence. After a moment she mumbled. "It's the truth. I ran away the next day. That was a year ago. I came to Pine Ridge because it was a city, I thought I could get some work." She laughed. "I got some work all right. That same night a man offered me a hundred dollars if he could do whatever he wanted." 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