“Like this, b***h?” the big man asked her.
“Yes, sir,” she strained to answer with the right words, her voice tiny but clear—she had practiced hard to pull that off. Earlier that day, I listened to my trainer spend two hours teaching her how to speak without crying, stuffing her emotions into the bottomless well where they’d get lost, along with her pride, her self-respect, her innocence.
Pissed me off to see her so cowed, but she was easily resigned, taking the man’s fingers and, after a time, realizing that it didn’t hurt so much.
“Rub yourself,” he ordered, while playing with her ass and p***y. Obeying him, she reached around with one hand and started to fiddle with her p***y lips, tentatively. I imagined she’d never come, but then maybe I was wrong… scared as she was her body was
