Message-ID: <7521eli$9804032219@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Spoonbender X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: **NEW** The Sexslave files (Duh!) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <352426ca.89886189@news.demon.co.uk> The Sex Slave Files (duh!) ************************************************************************ This is an experimental Story, which is copyright (c) 1998, by me Theodore Spoonbender. It has descriptions and scenes that someone who is not an adult may find disturbing. In fact some adults may find it disturbing too, so be warned. Because each of the stories is written by a different girl, then the styles, punctuation, grammar etc. will change from story to story. I hope that does nothing to ruin your reading pleasure. Note that they are all fictitious, but they could so easily be real! The premise for the individual Vignettes is that a lady called Jan has placed an advertisement in a popular magazine asking whether any of the readers had had any experiences with sexual slavery. These, supposedly, are the replies/interviews. My address, as always, is theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk I've never written anything like this before, so I need to know if it works, please let me know. It is not my usual 'twist in the tale' type story, by the way. It is just my way of expanding my repertoire as a novice writer. ************************************************************************ Story 1 ************************************************************************ The Schoolgirl The interviewee was a small, slim, attractive, brunette. She made and broke the appointment three times before we eventually met, in the remote part of a motel car park. It happened nearly eight years ago. I remember it well, I was on my way to school, I was even wearing School Uniform. My school was very strict about the uniform, but I was seventeen and a bit rebellious so I altered the skirt a bit, so it was quite a bit shorter than normal. I remember that I had a geography test that day and I hated geography, I was sure I was going to fail and I was thinking of cutting school. I told my friend that as I neared the school gates, she said she'd cover for me somehow. So I made a decision and I turned around and left. As I was in uniform I couldn't go into town, somebody was sure to phone the school or I could even run into one of my teachers. So I went down to the river, I liked it there it was really peaceful especially on a nice day like that one. To get to the river I had to cut across the moor, as the only other route went through town. As I was walking I heard a car or something come up behind me. I didn't look around as it might be someone I knew, I even faced away as they drew closer. So I never noticed as someone came up behind me, I realised something was wrong as I smelt something that I had also smelt in the school's biology lab. Then someone grabbed me and pushed a cloth over my nose and mouth and it all went dark. I woke up with somebody touching my body. They were running their hands over me touching and squeezing. I felt a hand push down and then cup my sex. I tried to pull my legs closed but I found that they were spread wide open and were tied to something to keep them that way. My eyes were covered with something that felt like cotton wool which was then secured in place which kept me blind. In my mouth somebody had rammed a ball like object behind my teeth forcing my mouth wide open. It too was secured in place stopping me from making intelligible sounds. I couldn't move my hands which were secured as widely as my legs. I was completely helpless and terrified. I could hear what was happening, but only just, because I had something jammed in my ears. I'd had sex before so I instinctively knew what was going to happen. I tried to stay calm and work out some way out of this, but I couldn't concentrate as the hands continued to molest me. The hand that was on my sex started rubbing me, down there, then a finger intruded into me. I arched my back at the pain and humiliation, but the finger continued to rub in and out of me as the other hands touched my breasts and ran down the inside of my thighs. What really freaked me out was the fact that they did this in silence, while I thrashed around on the mattress that lay under me. They continued this for about ten minutes until I heard voices and the hands stopped. I then heard two men talking, the conversation went something like this. 'You got her then?' said the first voice. It was one that I vaguely recognised from somewhere, sort of plummy and distinguished sounding, but I couldn't recall from where. It was really difficult to pick up the pitch of the voice because of the things in my ears. The second voice replied. 'Yeah. So you owe us 2000 for her use. You can all have a go so it'll work out real cheap' I could hardly believe what they were saying. Surely they couldn't be talking about me like that. 'How do I know she's the one', the first voice asked. I could hear that he was getting angry now. 'Oh she's the one alright. Look there's her schoolbag look at the names on the books. I could hear the man pick up the bag and he grunted as he riffled inside. 'OK. Here's your money. Now you remember the arrangement?' 'Sure we..' the second voice said, but then he stopped as the first voice cut in. 'Can she hear?' 'Shit the things not on, quick turn it on guys' said the first voice. The next thing I heard was a loud whine and I realised that I had headphones in my ears and they were connected to something that produced a loud noise in my ears. I tried to shake them loose but they were held in place by the bandage that went over my eyes. I was completely cut off from the world and all I could do was feel. I don't think I've ever been so frightened. I knew what was going to happen but it was made worse by the fact that I had been purchased just like a cow. It was horrible waiting for something to happen. I wasn't even sure if it was the one man or was there a gang of them. I found out soon enough. I lost count after a while as they all blurred into one. The first guy was amazingly gentle with me and he really knew how to turn a girl on, I'm ashamed to say. He actually made me have an orgasm. The rest of them were nowhere near as gentle. All the time I was thinking about the fact that these guys had paid for me. These guys were getting their jollies and some other guys were getting paid and I didn't have a say in it. Then, after a few hours, the realisation hit me that these guys knew me and that I'd been grabbed to order. I passed out just after that. When I came to, I was lying on the riverbank. The sun was still warm, it was late afternoon. I was fully dressed and lying with my head lying on my schoolbag as if I was dozing in the sun. I jumped up and looked around but there was nobody there. I hid behind some bushes and touched myself, my panties had gone and I was really sore. Someone had cleaned me up. I looked at my wrists where they had been tied but there was no marks, nor was there any under my socks, around my ankles. My hair was brushed, they had obviously taken a lot of care in tidying me up. It was like I'd been in a dream, except that dreams don't make you sore nor steal your underwear. I wasn't even late home from school. I've never told anybody. For a start I didn't have a clue who any of them were. I didn't know where I was taken or even how many actually had me. The other thing was that I was ashamed that I'd orgasmed, more than once. I was also worried that even if a few of them were caught others, that I didn't know, would come after me. So I didn't say a thing. They've got away with it. Some guys got to rape me and some others got paid to let them rape me. The worst part was that I was kidnapped to order which made me think that it was people I know in this town. What still worries me is that they had got two grand for one days use of my body. I could imagine that they would get around to thinking what they could get if I worked for them on a more permanent basis, ****************************************************************** Story 2 ****************************************************************** The Letter Dear Madam. I take it you are a woman with a name like Jan. Anyway I saw your advert asking for details about sex slaves. I wouldn't normally write but this thing has been getting to me lately and I want to tell someone, I can't tell my husband even. I hope that my story is of interest to you. It all started with a holiday. I needed one so bad, but what with paying the credit payments on my car and the crummy wages I was getting I couldn't afford one, well not a decent one anyway. I was working as an accounts clerk in a car repair shop and the business took a lot of cash, except for the insurance jobs of course. Well, I noticed that the manager was pretty easy going about the cash, it wasn't his money after all, he just relied upon me to keep the books straight. I did this job for three years, it was my first job after leaving school, and the auditor's reports were all very good. It seemed to me that they were all a bit lenient with any minor mistakes that I made and they didn't even seem to notice when I screwed up, which I did on occasion. I mean I was on my own doing a responsible job and I was barely twenty and they all trusted me. I think you are beginning to get the drift. I sussed out that I could salt a little bit of cash away each week, justifying it to myself as a loan, so I could save up for that holiday. It was really easy, I concentrated on the jobs that just required labour so there was no cross checking against the parts used. No-one suspected a thing and soon the cash piled up. Well it wasn't a lot in cash terms, but it was quite a bit to me. It was exciting really and in the end I was taking more than I really needed and far more than I could ever pay back, but I justified it by telling myself that if my stingy boss paid me more then I wouldn't need to take it. I scared myself eventually when I noticed how my bank account was mounting up. So I blew it! It was a great holiday and I was able to have a real blowout on the money I had. I was a bit scared coming back to work as a temp was supposed to have taken my place and I was worried about what they might have found out. It was OK though, the girl that was supposed to have stood in for me had a furious row with the boss and she was out of the door, with no replacement. It took me nearly three weeks to sort out the mess that the men had left but I squared it away eventually. I did vow at that time never to take any money ever again, I even vowed to pay the money back but with one thing and another I never actually had the cash. Especially after I smashed my car. The boss was great he said that he'd get a real cut price job done and I could pay for it weekly out of my wages. This meant that I really couldn't pay the money back and eventually I just forgot about it, I mean no-one else seemed to notice. It was nearly six months before the audit and I wasn't expecting any trouble. So when this hatchet faced middle aged guy went poring over the books I didn't give it a second thought. He was the most thorough guy I'd ever met and he even checked the jobsheets against the cash. Day after day he worked away in the corner of my office, tapping away on his calculator and hissing slightly between his teeth. It was then I started to get panicky, he'd stayed on for far longer than any of the previous guys and to my mind he'd uncovered all my rip offs. Eventually he announced that he would be checking the cash tomorrow and would I kindly ensure that it was brought up to date. He seemed to be staring straight through me and I felt really panicky. I was certain he knew what I'd done and he was giving me one chance to square it up. I nearly crashed the car again on the way home. How on earth was I supposed to find that sort of money in one night. Images of jail flashed in front of my eyes, it would ruin my whole life I'd never get another job or anything. I had moved from home when I took the job, my parents lived in the country and I needed to live in the city to work, but I was sure that, even though they lived over a hundred miles away, my parents would find out. The shame would kill my dad, he wasn't in the best of health and I'm sure this would see him off. When I got back home, I was totally freaked, I just walked around my small apartment picking up stuff and then putting then down as if I would never see them again. I didn't have much but I was in despair at the thought of losing it all. Then I noticed this free newspaper that was delivered every week. The bit that caught my eye was the advert for a money lender who wasn't after collateral or anything and he was open 24 hours a day. He might have been pretty easy going on loans, but he wouldn't touch me. A bad risk he called me after I explained how much I earned and how much my outgoings were. I burst into tears and he just sat and shook his head slowly. He explained that he was tied to some big insurance company and my loan just didn't fit into their criteria Hell, he said he was in enough trouble as it was letting people with dodgy records have loans because he felt sorry for them, his boss had said that if he did it once more and he'd lose his job. He let me sob for a while and then said that he did know someone who could lend the money but the rates were not as good as his. I didn't care, I just wanted out. He gave me a slip of paper with a number on it and he told me not to tell anyone he'd sent me. The loan shark looked just like his name suggested. He was small and greasy and he even had a little pencil moustache. I would have laughed if the situation was so serious. But he gave me the loan OK. The rates were awful but I hoped to ask my boss for a payrise to pay for it, so I took it. I put the money into the cash box the next morning and about ten minutes later the hatchet man, as I called the accountant, looked at the box. He saw the money and then looked sharply at me. Then for some reason he smiled. I found out why later. Just as we were closing, the rest of the staff had left us to lock up, he told me that he not only knew about what I was up to but he had proof. He'd cashed up with the boss last night and now this large cash sum had appeared and how was I going to explain that. I was absolutely shattered, after all that trouble and now I was going to jail anyway. He really laid it on thick about how badly a judge would view such a lack of loyalty and what a betrayal of trust it was. I just stood there rigid with shock, gripping the edge of the table as I stared at him. He seemed to sneer at me as the tears started to flow. He then dropped the real bombshell, he told me that he was prepared to forget the whole thing, just say he made a mistake with the cash, if I was prepared to be nice to him. He explained what being nice meant, which is how I found myself stretched over my desk with my legs spread wide and my knickers in his pocket. I was so shocked I didn't know what else to do. I had dressed in a suit that day, with a fairly tight but not too short skirt. So I had this rucked up under my tummy as he bent me over. He spanked me first, calling me a naughty girl who needs punishing. That really stung and I was crying in earnest as he stood between my wideflung thighs and entered me. I lost my virginity that day, bent over a grotty office desk looking at myself in the glass of the office door. I could see him behind me gripping my thighs and pumping away, it was horrible. I also saw myself, teeth clenched together at the pain. Then, just as mr Hatchet Man ejaculated into me (the bastard didn't even bother with a condom), I saw my boss walk in, thunder on his face. I lost my job and Mr Hatchet Man got a ticking off as he was a senior accountant. This was the real start of the problems for me. Without a job I couldn't pay the loan back, I could only just pay for my flat on the money I got from the dole. I lost my car, it was repossesed and I cried bitterly that night, just thinking about how I lost my job. I'd put the money back, the accounts were all square and I'd got fired for fucking (gross misconduct they said). I wish I'd got caught taking the money now, at least I'd have the money not this huge loan that was growing by the day. I spent nearly a month dodging the loan shark, but then one night he came around to my place, with two guys. I was terrified when they all sat down, to 'discuss our little problem'. He explained to me that he'd sold my debt to these two gentlemen as I was looking increasingly like a bad risk. Then he left and I was left alone with these two guys. The smartest dressed one of the two didn't even look at me at he spoke he just concentrated on his nails as he explained the new repayment system. It appeared that I wasn't going to pay these guys with cash, they could see that I couldn't pay them that way. I was told that I would be taken to court for the money and maybe declared bankrupt, if I didn't pay their extortionate rates of interest. I didn't even know what it meant, but it sounded really bad. He then explained that if I was bankrupt then I wouldn't get a job, nor a flat, no credit whatsoever and nobody would trust me again. This was turning into a nightmare. There was an alternative however, all I had to do was be 'friendly' to certain friends he brought over from time to time. He'd then reduce the debt and keep reducing it each time I entertained his friends and in that way I'd be free and clear in no time. No-one would ever know, he continued, as he'd let me live in one of his apartments, if I wanted to. What could I do? I paid off the first instalment that night with the gorilla that had come with my new 'boss' who just sat in the chair, fingers steepled with the tips touching his nose. He smiled at me and the gorilla slobbered as he took his pleasures. I stuck with my flat for quite a while as I entertained a succession of friends. It hit me like a splash of water when my Boss explained one night that I was barely keeping ahead of the interest payments. I must start seeing more clients, he used the word first and it shocked me, I was a hooker plain and simple. I resisted the move, but eventually I had to see more men as I was falling further and further behind with the debt. It was then that the residents association of the street where I lived called the police and I was cautioned about running a house of prostitution in a quiet residential area like this. I moved the next day, the new apartment was a bit gaudy for my taste, all flash wallpaper and dim lighting but at least it was cheap and I could start to pay off my debt more quickly and get out of this mess. I never considered going to the Police or running away. I was sure they'd catch up with me and I'd be worse off. I had this confirmed to me about a week after my move. They invited me to a private video show and I was the star. There must have been hidden cameras in my bedroom, because they caught me doing all sorts of stuff with a succession of men. They'd filmed it so the men's faces were always out of shot and they'd put it together like it was one continuous gang bang. The boss casually said that he was thinking of releasing it on the porn circuit, it would fetch a bomb, and maybe even my Dad would buy it. I was horrified, just the thought of my dad finding out what I'd been doing was bad enough, but to get a tape of me doing it. It was awful. I bought the tape. The boss made some big deal about how much money that he could make from it, which he'd lose if he sold it to me. He struck a hard bargain and I had to sign another note borrowing the money from him to pay him back. Now I was really in it, especially as he confirmed that he had a copy and would sell it after all if I fouled up on the loan. I was kept a virtual prisoner in my room as they made me pay the, by now enormous, loan. They got me a maid who took care of the money side and kept the apartment in some sort of order as I worked. I had to pay for her and the flat and so I was kept hard at it. From one client every now and then I'd suddenly started sleeping with up to 15 men a day, six days a week. Wednesday was my day off supposedly but this was the day that the boss liked his entertainment. He never had sex with me. He got his kicks some other way, he would take me to a restaurant or bar and then suddenly point out some guy to me. I had to get them to sleep with me. It was worse in many ways, at least in the flat they just came to me, but here I was soliciting except that I wouldn't ask for any money. My Boss reduced my loan by a sizeable chunk each time and, as he kept pointing out to me, he still had the tape. I took a lot of persuading at first but, like always, I ended up by doing it. He kept me at this for six months, before I was able to get free. It was odd really, my loan was nowhere near half paid on that day. The boss had been in a really good mood and he chatted away as he took me from the restaurant to a bar nearby. It was getting really late and he hadn't decided on who I should proposition. I was feeling that he might spare me tonight, like he'd done before, when he suddenly leaned over and whispered to me. He asked if I could see the man at the bar, the big guy with his back to us, the one in the blue suit. That was the man I was going to sleep with tonight. I don't think I'd ever felt so rotten as I approached the guy, I just didn't feel like chatting this guy up. When I saw his face I nearly died, it was my old boss, Terry. I stammered about having to leave or something but he asked me to stay. He was so nice and charming that I forgot about what I was there for. I could see that he looked disapprovingly at my dress, it was a trifle short in comparison with what I used to wear. I was glad he couldn't see that I wasn't wearing any underwear - my boss's idea of a joke I suppose. Terry talked about how he'd been looking for me. Yes really, he'd had a succession of girls in but they had really screwed up the accounts. My books had been praised by the group accountants as being one of the best kept sets they had ever seen, in fact I was one of the few book-keepers they'd had in which the cash book was correct. In short he wanted me back, at an increased salary of course, if I'd come. I hesitated and he asked me what was wrong and I told him that I was in debt and I had to pay it off before I could work for him. He was amazing. He sorted it all out the next day. He got the company to give me a grant to cover moving expenses or something and topped it up with an interest free loan to buy furniture and stuff, or so he said. Altogether the money paid off my debt to the Pimp. I will always remember that day, as Terry, my new boss handed over the money to the pimp. He smiled, counted it and then reached down and shook my hand. He then gave me the notes and the Videotape. Terry raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing. I was free. I trashed the videotape that night. I'm writing this five years after the event. I'm married now, to Terry as it happens and we have a two year old daughter. I saw my old Pimp on the TV last week, he was a respectable man now, a rising star in the local business world. I'd heard that he had up to 6 of us at any one time, paying off loans in one of his apartments. Nothing was ever proved and now it never would be, he'd channelled the money he got in interest from us working women into legit businesses and they grew and grew. I have never thought of shopping him, I was so ashamed at what I'd done I just couldn't relive it. He got away with it free and clear. He is standing for mayor and he'd probably get it too, there is some talk of him standing for Government one day. The bastard. I hope you don't think I'm making this up. Please don't print my name or address or anything. Yours Faithfully. ******************************************************************* Story 3 ******************************************************************* Hitch-Hiker The interviewee was a slim blond. 'It was my fault in a way. I should never have gone hitch-hiking. Especially in a foreign country. I was in a central European country (I was told by the Embassy not to mention the name), just doing the student thing of working my way around Europe., when I was grabbed. I remember them taking me really clearly, but things after that were a kind of blur. It was a really hot day as I remember, the last lift had been a farmer and he'd left me on a deserted road when he turned into his farm. There was no shade and I stood there for ages. The sun was really hot and I was starting to feel a bit light headed when this van came along. I was so pleased to get out of the sun that I didn't scan the occupants. One of them, a really dark man , jumped out and I got onto the bench seat between him and the lighter coloured one. Everything was Ok at first. They seemed so friendly, offering me some chocolate and water, then they turned off the road and we went down some really desolate looking tracks. I was getting really worried by this time, but I try to keep cool as I didn't want to start anything. So I indicated that I wanted them to let me out here. They just laughed and that's when I got really worried. The rest of the journey was spent trying to suss a way out of this. It wasn't a lot further until we reached the house. It wasn't much of a house, more like a large wooden shack, but it was hidden in the woods and so it was pretty scary. They hustled me out of the van and into the shack, one of them on each wrist. As soon as we got inside they got started. I was only wearing shorts and a tee shirt and it took them no time to strip me off. By this time they'd been joined by a couple of other guys. It was no problem for them to spread me wide open and for one of them to enter me. I couldn't believe the pain, as he forced his way into me. I was really dry and I nearly bit my tongue as he rubbed me raw.. I tried to get from under him, but the others held me tightly so I could hardly move. I remember pleading with him not to come inside me, but he either didn't understand me or he couldn't give a shit. All sorts of images flashed through my mind about Aids, pregnancy, or whatever, as I felt him empty himself into me. After he'd finished he just humped himself off me and he held one of my legs as the next guy lowered himself onto me. The sun was going down when they eventually let me up. All of the men had raped me at least twice. Just as I was hoping that they were getting tired these other three guys came in and it all continued. Eventually they'd had enough and I was carted over to the corner of the room and one of my wrists was chained to a pipe that was bolted to the wall. I just sat there, in a complete state of shock as they emptied my rucksack onto the table. They found my passport and they all muttered about my nationality. They sifted through my clothes and I felt sick when my all my panties disappeared into various pockets. You just can't imagine how disgusted and ashamed I felt at that time. These bastards had raped me and once they had their fun they just chained me up, naked and dirty while they collected trophies of their conquest. I felt like screaming, but something told me that these guys might even kill me. They'd had their fun and now I was just a liability. They didn't kill me. No they had a more profitable idea in mind. It appeared that there was a load of camps nearby where foreign workers lived. These camps were all male and the local girls wouldn't have anything to do with them. So a girl, any girl, was worth a fortune. I didn't know this at the time of course, but I did the next day. I was dressed just in a mans shirt, which barely kept me decent, and blind folded. The car journey was short and I could hear a lot of voices when I was led out of the car and into a building. I knew I was inside as it was cool, then my shirt was pulled off me, underneath I was naked. I reached up to try and pull the blindfold off but someone caught my wrists. When I opened my mouth to scream they pushed some rags into it and tied a rope, which held them in, behind my head. Then I was pulled across the room and manhandled down until I was lying face up with all my limbs spread widely. I could feel the ropes going on my wrists and ankles and I twisted and thrashed around trying to get free. When I was tied to their satisfaction they pulled the blindfold off. All I could see were a blur of faces, swarthy faces over dirty clothes. They were all staring at my naked body and I felt like dying, I was so ashamed. One of my captors had set the table up near the door and he started talking to the men and collecting money. The first of the men came over to me as with no preliminaries entered me. It was the most degrading moment of my life as he forced himself into me. There I was, a whore! being fucked for money, money which I was sure I wouldn't ever get to see. I remember trying to scream as he rutted, he was grabbing my breasts and running his hands up and down my body all the time. When he came I wanted to shrivel up I felt so dirty. When he was finished another quickly took his place. As he mounted me I got a brief glimpse of my captor but he didn't even appear to notice me, he just sat there counting the money. It seemed to make it worse somehow.' 'I lost count of how many times I was fucked that day. They all seemed to merge into one after a while. I just lay there completely zonked. It was dark when they eventually released me. When I say release me that isn't completely true. They put the shirt and blindfold back on and tied my hands behind me. They didn't even let me clean myself up, but they just threw me into the car. The next day they added a new variation. This time I was tied down across the table with my legs spread wide. Now when they thought I was slacking they caned me. It is one of the most humiliating experiences you can imagine, being caned in front of a load of leering men. And it hurt like hell. This was my life for the next few weeks. They didn't need to tie me down after a while. I was so out of it and so frightened of that cane I just let them do it to me. I wouldn't kiss then or open my eyes but other that that I just let them do what they wanted. I was in a kind of dream, my mind was drifting off trying to think of other things as they enjoyed themselves. All the time I was trying to figure out how to escape, but I couldn't see any way out of the situation. They didn't leave me alone for a minute, when I wasn't screwing I was tied up. One day, when we arrived back from the camp there was another girl in the shack. It looked like she was another hitch hiker. I was chained to the pipe that I knew so well and they just ignored me. What I saw them do to the girl made me really angry, but they just ignored me as they spent themselves while she squirmed around under them, screaming and weeping. The next day we were both taken to the camp. This time I was tied to a chair and made to watch as she was tied down and repeatedly raped. After that we were both used. I could tell that a couple of the guys were not happy with having two of us. Even though I couldn't understand their language I could tell that they thought it was risky having two of us. They probably thought we'd concoct some plan to escape or something and we were earning a great deal of money for them judging by the piles of notes that they counted every evening. In the end they just sold me. It happened after I'd been their slave for about 3 months. One day they just took the other girl off, but I stayed in the shack. Then these two guys turned up. They looked brutal and I was really afraid. They examined me like a prize cow before a deal was struck. Then some money changed hands and I was bundled into a car. We drove for miles until we came to this city. They must have thought I was really docile because they left me alone in the car while they went into a bar. I just high-tailed it and for the first time in months I got lucky. I met a policeman, one that could speak English and I explained to him what had happened to me. I was taken to the Police station and after I'd explained it all again to some officer or other they went to the bar to arrest the men. They'd left by this time though. I had to accompany them to try and search for the shack. It was really scary seeing that place again even though it was a couple of days since I'd been there. The shack was deserted and they never did find the men, nor the girl. I'm not sure that they believed me by this time, so when I got the opportunity I contacted my Embassy and they gave me a new passport and a ticket home. I split as soon as I could, I was petrified that they'd find me again and I'd find myself tied to that mattress. I often wonder what happened to that other girl. ********************************************************************************* Story 4 ********************************************************************************* Thai Girl The interviewee was interviewed in a missionary society hostel. The interview was conducted through an interpreter. 'I was only 14 years old and I came from a village in the south of Burma on the Thai border. I am from the Akha tribe, we were very poor and when this well dressed couple arrived in our village offering well paid work, my father decided that I should go and earn some money which I could send back to my family. I was very excited, I had never left my village before and this was going to be a big adventure for me. There were four girls from our village who were going with me and we all discussed what we were going to do with the money that the couple had promised. I wanted to buy a motorbike for my brother so he could get work in the city, I was also going to save up so that we could buy good food for my little brothers and sisters. Before we left the couple gave my parents about 1000 Baht as an advance on my wages they said. We were taken in this very big car which was very high up from the ground and I was a little frightened that it would slide down the mountains, but it seemed sure footed, like a goat. We travelled for three days and we had to hide whenever a military vehicle came near as we had no papers to come into Thailand. Eventually we came to the restaurant where we were supposed to work. I didn't like the look of the place, it frightened me even though there were coloured lanterns outside. I was taken inside with another girl, while the others waited in the car. There was another couple inside the empty dining room and they greeted the couple who brought us like old friends. Then they looked us up and down. They then handed over some money and the first couple left. After the car had gone it was explained to us that we had now incurred a debt which we had to pay off. This was to cover the advance, the cost of the journey and the amount that this couple had to hand over for us. My debt was 30,000 baht which seemed to me to be an incredible sum, in addition we had to pay for our keep while we worked off the debt. How we were supposed to work off the debt was soon explained to us, we were supposed to sleep with men who came in the Restaurant. I was still a virgin and I didn't want to sleep with anyone and when I started crying that made the man angry. He tore off my clothes and held me down across a table while the woman beat me with a stick. I was so frightened, and it hurt so much, that I was sick and that made them more angry and they beat me some more. They kept beating me until I agreed to sleep with the men. They then did the same to the other girl and she also agreed to sleep with the men. That night we were sold for the first time. I was stripped naked and inspected by the customers then they auctioned my virginity. The man, who was old and fat, was followed by others until I had sex with ten men. I was very frightened and I cried myself to sleep when they locked me into my working room which was bare except for an old bed, a table and a chair. I was allowed to eat scraps from the kitchen and they gave us tea and I was allowed to walk around in our little compound behind the restaurant but I could not go outside. We were continually being beaten. If one of the men complained about our lack of interest, or our unwillingness, then we would be beaten and if we tried to talk to the men about anything outside we were beaten. Even if we got sick we were beaten. Every night I had to sleep with about 12 men, who made me do things that I am ashamed to talk about, I never had any money and I was not sure where I was so I was too frightened to try and escape. One girl did and they beat her feet until she couldn't walk properly. There were ten girls in the brothel and we had to dance in front of customers until we were selected. I never saw any of the money but I think that the customers were charged 150 Baht. I was there for about 6 months when a man came to the restaurant. We all had to line up and he selected three of us. He paid the restaurant owners for us and I left the place for the first time. The other girl from my village was left behind. I was given false papers and he took us to Bangkok. I was told that I now had a new debt, which I owed to this man and I must repay it by dancing and sleeping with men. Now I was working in a bar, dancing on the bar top and allowing the men to feel parts of my body. The men had to buy drinks for me which were very expensive. Every night I had to sleep with at least one man and my owner got the money. I lived in a little shack with 5 other girls, who all worked for this man. One day I met this American Man who was visiting my country. He was very kind and he spoke some Thai. I told him everything and he became very angry. He went, with two of his friends, to visit my owner who agreed after a lot of arguing to let me off my debt. I was then brought here. I have slept with many hundreds of men for money, but I have nothing. I cannot go back to my village as the shame would be too much for my family. I am now learning to read and write and I do a little sewing to make some money. One day I am hoping to get married and have children.' ******************************************************************************* Story 5 ******************************************************************************* Holiday 'I was on holiday in Corfu with my friend when it happened. Let me explain about myself, I am 30 years old and I come from Stockholm in Sweden, I lived near to the Airport at Arlanda with my aunt, my parents having died when I was little. I was on holiday with my friend, who came from a town called Sunne. We were both blond and both 18 years of age. I was really excited to go as I had never been on holiday on my own before, as I could never afford it. I was working in a Coffee bar near the airport when I met my friend, who was working for an airline. She was able to get some cheap tickets to Corfu and she asked if I wanted to go. They were so cheap that I said yes. We stayed near Corfu town, just up the coast a bit. The village was near the sea and we spent most of our time swimming and sunbathing, though we did go out to night-clubs. We were always getting chatted up and we were really enjoying it, then we met these two guys who told us that they had a boat and we could all go out and visit one of the small islands and have a picnic. They seemed so nice and were so good looking that we went. The boat was pretty small and old but the sea was calm and the guys seemed to know what they were doing. I kept asking where the island was and they just pointed at this mass of land in front of us. It looked pretty big for an island, but then I was used to the small islands in Stockholm so I thought it was Ok. We landed after about 4 hours, I was feeling a bit dizzy with the heat and so was my friend. I was surprised when these guys helped us off the boat and into this really old Mercedes. I never expected them to have a car on an island. We weren't on an Island at all, we were in Albania. This was explained to us when we were delivered to this villa overlooking the sea. The man who talked to us told us that we were in Albania illegally and he could hand us over to the secret police, who would torture us and throw us into jail. We were both unsure of our politics but we thought that we'd heard about Albania (it wasn't democratic at that time, Hoxha was still in charge) and so we were really frightened. He then told us really horrible stories about what happened to girls in jail here, especially pretty, blond foreigners. We protested our innocence, how we'd been duped into coming, but the guys who had brought us had gone and we were left alone with this guy and half a dozen dark skinned men who sat around and gazed at us through mirrored glasses. He then told us that he had some political clout and that he could get us out, but we had to make it worth his while. He had a lot of palms to cross and that cost money. We handed over the keys to our apartment in Corfu and we signed our travellers cheques, he then sent someone off to get our stuff. Meanwhile we were shut into a room with no window and the door was locked. We talked for hours about how we could get away, how much it would cost and so on. The next morning we were led out to the guy who was sitting on a terrace overlooking the sea. It was a beautiful spot but we didn't appreciate it as we saw our belongings scattered over a table while a couple of men riffled through them. The man ignored us for a while as he sipped his orange juice then he beckoned us over to stand in front of him. He then explained that our escape would cost us 100,000 Albanian Eagles or the equivalent in Swedish Crowns. He then asked us about how we were going to pay for it, especially as we couldn't contact anyone abroad without giving away the fact that we were here illegally. I started to cry because I knew that I couldn't have raised that sort of money even if I did contact someone in Sweden, my aunt wasn't rich and I had no rich friends. He then said that he would loan us the money, if we signed a contract to pay him back. We had no choice and he produced two bits of paper, written in Albanian, which we signed. Then this guy in a black suit, who we hadn't seen before came over and signed as a witness. The villa owner explained that he was a lawyer and that he had made sure that everything was legal and above board. After the contracts had been whisked away he became more friendly and invited us to sit and have breakfast with him. He explained that he would get us copies of the contracts, but not in Swedish, he then asked if English was alright. We both spoke good English so we said OK. After breakfast we were led back to our room where we spent the rest of the day. At dusk we were again taken out to the Veranda. Now we could see the lights of Corfu and could hear faint music from the beachfront Discos. We were both handed copies of our contracts which had been translated into English. I can't remember the exact words but it said that we, in return for the loan (and a daily interest charge), would be prepared to undertake any work whatsoever that we were asked to do and that we were prepared to go anywhere and do anything that the man wanted. It also said that the contract could be sold on to a new person if the man wanted and we should then work for them. Finally it said that we should be under the care and protection of the contract owner (whoever it may be) until the contract was fulfilled and the loan repaid and that we were not able to travel or go anywhere without their say so. They would be keeping our passports to ensure we complied. Once I had read my contract the man explained what we had to do. He asked what we were good at and when we said we were both waitresses he explained that in Albania a waitress, even in a smart tourist hotel was unlikely to earn enough in a month to pay off the interest, then there were the costs of eating and living. No the only way for us to earn that sort of money was for us to become prostitutes. He told us that we would only sleep with high class men, as if that made it any better. He said we could start straight away. He took away my friend and he left me with three of his guards, who were later joined by two others. I was so numb with shock and shame as they grabbed my arms and pushed me towards their quarters, that I just walked docilely. I tried to think of a way out but couldn't I was trapped. We passed an open door and I saw my friend being held down as the man mounted her. She was looking at me and crying, I started trembling and they just held me tighter and pushed me along quicker. When I saw the dirty, rumpled bed I went crazy and it took four of them to strip me and hold me down. I was raped by five men. Afterwards they took me to another room in the basement with a barred window. My leg was attached to a chain which was bolted to the wall. The room was bare except for a bed and a partitioned off shower cubicle which my chain just allowed me to reach. The shower had two foot places and I knew that this was where I was to relieve myself. I scrubbed my body but it didn't erase the shame I felt. Finally I crawled onto the bed and fell asleep. The next day I started to get visitors. The door would open, the light would come on and they would mount me. When they finished they left, usually without having said a word. My food and water was delivered twice a day and I had to eat it with my hands as they never gave me a knife of fork. I think they were afraid that I would try to commit suicide (Suicide is Sweden's hobby). After a week I was unchained and taken to the swimming pool where I was allowed to swim under the gaze of at least one armed guard. I saw other girls but we weren't allowed to talk, though one girl whispered to me that she was English as she passed. I never saw my friend though. I was allowed to swim every day after that. One day I was given some clothes and told to get dressed. The clothes covered me completely, like a Muslim woman. I had my hands tied together under the thick, black lace shroud that covered my head and the upper part of my body. I was taken outside and there were three other girls there though I couldn't see their faces. We were taken by car to a dock and then smuggled onto a ship. I was locked in a cabin. A few days later we were taken off the ship and put in the back of a van. We were able to talk to each other as we had no guard in there with us, although our hands were again tied behind us. My friend was one of the girls and her story matched my own, we put our heads together and cried. One of the other girls was English, she had been caught in Corfu too and the other girl was Greek, she'd come to Albania on a day trip and had gotten seperated from her party. The gang had picked her up at some Roman Ruins near the very southern tip of the country. The van had no windows but we could hear occaisional words from passer's by as we went through some sort of town and the Greek girl said that it was Arabic. We spent three days in that van and it was really hot. They let us out about twice a day to eat and relieve ourselves other than that we were always travelling. At last we reached our destination. The van was parked in some sort of courtyard and we were hurried into this large ramshackle building. The Villa owner was there with a hook nosed Scowling Arab in a dirty robe. The Villa owner explained that he was not in a position to continue our employment and so he had sold our debt to this man, who was our new master. We had to strip naked and be examined. I was ever so ashamed as I was poked and prodded in all my intimate places, especially as my friend was standing there watching. Then it was her turn. The Villa owner bid us farewell and left, taking our clothes. We were pushed, naked into a big steel cage where other women, mainly africans, sat listlessly in the hot stinking air. We had to fight and claw for our food as there never seemed to be enough and usually the guards had to break us up. We four formed a little gang to protect ourselves and after a couple of fights we were left alone. All the time the cage was filling up, usually with African girls but with a lot of Arab girls, there was even the occasional European. We took pity on one of the girls, a small sad looking German girl. She told us that she was only fourteen and had been kidnapped while on a family holiday in Rhodes. She looked like a little china doll, all blond ringlets and sad blue eyes and we all, even the African girls, mothered her. Slowly the cage filled up until there was barely room to lie down. One day there was a lot of activity and the guards took away the girls one by one. The greek girl went early on and eventually only the white skinned girls were left. Then my friend was pulled away and we tried to cling on to each other crying, but the guards separated us. Then it was my turn, I was led to a shower and then my hands were cuffed behind me and I was pulled into a courtyard full of men. I was naked and ashamed as I was shackled to a post in the middle of the courtyard. Men stood around and there were more on the roof of the buildings surrounding the courtyard. Many men came over and touched me, hefting my breasts and examining my teeth. Then the hook nosed Arab called out and the courtyard went quiet. He then shouted out a stream of Arabic and some of the men raised their hands and called out. I'd been to an Art Auction in Stockholm once and I knew what was happening but I was so dazed with shame I didn't even notice who had won the bidding. I was unshackled from the post and blindfolded, then a coarse blanket was thrown over my body to hide my nakedness. I was then led to a van and shackled by my neck to a pole running along the length of a van. I could hear other girls in the van with me and I called out my friend's name but I was punched in the stomach and so I went quiet. Eventually the van rumbled into life and I was driven away to my new life. I spent eight years in a Syrian brothel. It was not a high class place and we all had to work very hard with very little food and frequent beatings. If I tried to refuse a man or he complained about my lack of sexual expertise then I was beaten. I was kept, naked, in my room and the men just chose me from a picture album. I hardly ever saw any of the other girls, though I did see the German girl once. I learned to speak Arabic and so I was able to talk to the guards. They told me that the German girl had been very popular until she died. She had stabbed a customer one night with a piece of glass. So they had tied her to her bed and had invited lots of men, whoever wanted her, to rape her until she died. She spent four whole days on that mattress before her body finally gave up. She was only eighteen. They told me this story in detail, I think they were trying to frighten me, so I wouldn't cause any trouble. It worked well. The men who used me were usually very low class and rough but I learned to live with it. I asked once about my debt and when I could expect to pay it off, but they laughed and said that I barely earned enough to pay for my keep and the debt was way out of my reach unless I worked harder. I tried very hard but it was no good I could never earn enough, even though I slept with at least a dozen men every day, sometimes many more. I always kept myself clean as I was afraid of catching some disease, but one day I was examined by a Doctor and he announced that I had contracted Gonorrhoea. My owners took me to a Damascus slum and threw me out on the street. They hoped that I would end up like many girls who just disappeared. I was lucky I saw a blond guy and he turned out to be a Swedish aid worker, back from working with the Kurds. So he got me home. My aunt had died and I had nowhere to live but I survived. I got a serious Pelvic infection from the Gonorrhoea which left me in agony for weeks. But I got better because I needed to help my friend. I contacted various agencies, but they said that they could do very little as her whereabouts were unknown. In the end I contacted her old employer and they paid for a private detective to try and find out about her. They think that she may be in the Lebanon but they can't be sure. I have thought about suicide but I must stay alive to find my friend. I told the Police about the villa owner in Albania but they could do nothing. I also told them about the two guys abducting girls in Corfu. It appears that nearly 100 girls have disappeared from Corfu with no trace of their whereabouts. One girl managed to escape from a middle eastern brothel, she too had a disease and she died soon after she got home to Belgium. She did tell the Police that the guys made the equivalent of a year's wages from each girl they abducted so it was very profitable. I have lost my youth and my looks and I don't think I can ever get married. Now I am going to devote my life to getting my friend out and catching the beasts who made us into sexual slaves. One day I will. ****************************************************************************** Story 6 ****************************************************************************** Runaway 'When ran away from home I was only fifteen. Looking back I can't really remember what the row was about. I just remember my mother being pissed off at me and my dad getting really angry. I think it was about me staying out late and stuff, you know showing my independence. They thought I was too young to stay out to until midnight, me I just wanted to go to raves and stuff. I liked dancing and hanging out with my friends, I wasn't really even into boys, well I was but it was nothing heavy. I didn't even have a boyfriend though I'd gone out with a few guys, but I hadn't slept with them. I was still a virgin'. She paused and drew on her cigarette before continuing. 'Anyway I just got pissed off one day and packed my rucksack and I was off. Looking back I was pretty stupid, hitchhiking all the way to London from my home, which was the other end of England. I did have some money but not a lot, I'd figgered on getting a job in London, so I hitched to save money. In fact there was no trouble, just one guy who talked dirty which upset me a bit. My final lift dropped me at the underground station near the airport. I'd never been on a tube before so it was kinda scary and exciting all in one. I'd figgered on getting a room in the centre somewhere, especially as it was starting to get dark when I got to the centre, Piccadilly Circus. It was smaller and dirtier than I'd imagined and it was lit up with signs for jap goods, I kinda remembered seeing a Coca cola sign on a postcard once but it wasn't there no more. It was not the first disappointment that night. As I was wandering around, looking at the sights and the people, a couple of teenage boys came out of an alley and grabbed by purse and my rucksack which I was carrying in one hand. I screamed out and tried to chase them but they ducked down a load of alleys and I lost them, what got me was that there I was running screaming down these streets people just ignored me no-one lifted a finger to help. I realised then that this was a sick town'. She pulled out her cigarettes and lit up another from the stub of her last. ''In one quick act I lost all my gear and all my money. I just wandered around for a while in a daze, then I just sat on the steps of the back entrance of a theatre, with my head in my hands, just trying to work out what to do now. I was thinking that I should phone my mum but that would mean losing my pride and anyway I had to prove that I could be independent. I heard someone close to me and then as I turned he sat next to me.' 'You got problems lady?' he said. 'He was about thirty and he was small, wiry and dirty. I just turned away and I felt him put his hand on my shoulder. I hunched my shoulder to throw his hand off and he said.' 'That ain't the way to treat someone who is just trying to help.' "I still remember what happened next, one hand over my mouth twisting my neck as the other slid up my dress. I could feel him fumbling around and I arched my back to try and get away as he touched my knickers. I struggled as hard as I could but I could feel myself getting weaker as I struggled in his grip. Then his finger slipped under my knickers and touched me. I was nearly sick with disgust and I bit his hand. He pulled his arm back and cracked me under the chin. I saw stars and I went weak at the knees, I knew then that he was going to rape me. He threw me down on the dirty ground, flung my skirt up and started to yank on my knickers. I grabbed his hands as he pulled them down to my knees. Just as I lost hope the man seemed to rise into the air and then fall to one side clutching his stomach. The blue suited leg swung again and the shoe smacked into his head, making his nose bleed. I just lay there with my hands to my mouth, crying. I didn't even bother to push down my dress. The wiry guy rolled to his feet and clutching his stomach he stumbled away down the street.' She frowned slightly as she continued. 'My saviour helped me up. He was in his mid twenties and dark he was also immaculately dressed. He asked me if I was OK and whether he should call the Police. I remember shaking my head, I just couldn't bear my parents finding out how I looked after myself. He then asked if he could help me back to my hotel. He was so kind that I found myself telling him everything. Sitting on that dirty step, in the early hours of a London morning I gave him my life story. He just sat and held my hand as I blurted it all out. I didn't even know his name at that point and he knew everything that had happened in my fifteen years. He offered to fix me up with a room and help me get a job.' She wrinkled her nose. 'I must have been really stupid because I believed him. We got into his sports car, it was all low and slinky looking, I'd never been in a car like that and despite feeling a bit sick and dizzy from lack of sleep I was ever so impressed. The warmth of the car heater made me drowsy and I felt so safe as he guided it through the town. His low tones as he used his car phone pushed me over the edge and I dozed off. I awoke with a jerk when the car stopped. He told me that he had a flat and I could use it for a while as I got my act together. He led me upstairs in this really nice house and showed me to my room. It was a bit small, but it had a bathroom attached, I'd never seen anything like that before. He brought me one of his shirts and a dressing gown and told me that I could have a bath. After I got into the bath I heard him moving around in the room and he called through the door' 'I'll get your clothes washed, see you tomorrow' "I called out thanks, but he'd obviously gone as there was no reply. As I got into bed I noticed a steaming cup of chocolate, I thought that this was really nice so after sipping it down I snuggled down and fell asleep. I awoke with the sun shining in my eyes. I sat up and noticed that the dressing gown had gone. I was wearing his shirt and nothing else. He came in then, with a tray of breakfast and I ate it like a horse I was famished.' Sho stopped and looked at me, flicking a loose hair behind her ear. 'I'm waffling on here. Basically he was a nice guy, he just told me to relax and look around the house while he tried to fix me up with a job. I was free to move around and go where I pleased but I didn't want to go outside just dressed in one of his shirts. He'd told me that my clothes were ruined and he was going to fix me up with new ones but he never did. He never got me a job either, nor anywhere to live. I just mooched around listening to CDs and raiding his fridge. After a couple of weeks I was so bored I could have run up the wall. All I ever saw was him. He came and went and each time he was kind and attentive. The really odd thing was that he didn't have a telephone nor a T.V, he laughed when I asked him about this and he told me that he had a portable phone which was fine as he was hardly ever here anyway. I never set out to sleep with him, it just happened one night. He was so kind and gentle that I thought I was in heaven. After that we made love at least once a day. It was a really strange existence, mooching around and having sex. He was really good and he made me feel really special in bed and out of it. I felt then that I was in love. I'd lived in his flat for about a month, never having had any contact with anyone else when he dropped his bombshell. He told me that he'd lost a big bet and that he didn't have enough liquidity (whatever that was) to pay it off straight away and the guy was coming to collect that night. He then said that if I could sort of calm the guy down when he came then he'd go and get the money and everything would be fine. If not then this was a really bad guy and someone might get hurt. It was a set up, though I didn't work that out at the time. I was on my own, dressed in his shirt when this really greasy looking guy turned up. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do to calm him down, but he made it really plain. He screwed me, right there on the rug in front of the fire. I was so scared I just let him. Afterwards he just left and I scrubbed and scrubbed myself in the bath, I'd never felt so dirty. The bastard hadn't even used a condom.' She shuddered then checked herself. 'He was the first of many. I was totally at the mercy of my new 'boss' who only came home to bring another one of his friends for me to satisfy. I couldn't escape, I tried once but he caught me and beat me and left me locked, naked in my room. After a few weeks of this I was moved to a small cramped room in Chinatown. My room was lit by a small red bulb and had three doors and barely enough room for a bed. I just saw an endless succession of men, their faces blurred into one. There was a 'maid' who collected the money and cooked for me and, apart from the men, she was my only contact with the outside world. I worked from about 11 in the morning until about 2 the following morning. They came in shifts, a few at lunctime, more around five as they left their offices and had a quick screw before they went home to their wives. It went quiet again then until the pubs turned out when I had to deal with hoards of drunks who pawed me and even vomited on me. I counted the used condoms one night, I'd slept with forty men that day and that was sort of average. I charged twenty pounds for a straight and I never saw a penny of it, the old whore who looked after me just handed it over to my boss.' She looked me in the eye before continuing. 'I honestly never thought that I'd get out of there. I didn't have any street clothes or any money so I was trapped. But one day this new guy turned up and threw an overcoat on the bed. 'Put that on' He said. 'I put on the coat and, naked apart from that, II was led into a waiting car and was driven away. I wound up in Hannover would you believe, in a sex bar My job was to hustle the cusomers for drinks and strip once in a while. I was also expected to perform other jobs and I became pretty good at blowing men off in the men's toilet. I was there for about six months when I was moved to Berlin to take up my new position as a streetwalker. It was cold I can tell you standing on the Kurfustendamm in a miniskirt trying to hassle some old guy to screw you just so you could get warm in a hotel for a few minutes. I worked with a couple of German girls who taught me to speak German, they worked for the same organisation who made sure that we had a secure pitch abot 400 metres from the Kranzler cafe. I was watched continually but I never even thought about escape, I was a good girl, I got fucked and I handed the money over to my minder who lurked in a doorway. He never said a word, I don't even know what nationality he was though Karen (one of the German Girls) thought he might be Russian. I shared a small flat in Alt Templhof with the German girls and we got quite attached to each other. One day they disappeared and I asked our minder where they'd gone and he said Moscow. They moved in another girl who was Italian, she told me that she'd been offered a job in France and had ended up here. It was about this time that I started to make movies. They were hardly Disney but I bet they made more money. I spent at least one day a week in the 'studio' which was a run down flat out in Spandau. I worked at least a ten hour day, but at least it was warm. My main memory for that time was that I was always so cold standing on that street.' She hugged herself as if to warm up before going on. 'I met Dave after I'd been there a year or so. He was in the British Army and he was out with a crowd of blokes looking for a quick lay. To cut a long story short we got to be friendly and I became bold enough to tell him my story. He arranged for a couple of friends of his, Military Police as it happens, to pick me up one night in their jeep. I was taken back to the barracks and hid out in Dave's room. Eventually he managed to hide me in the back of a Lorry that he was taking back to England. So I escaped.' She stubbed her cigarette out and shook her empty packet making a moue of disappointment as she found it was empty. She looked at me and I just shook my head. She then said. 'Fairy-tale ending hey? Well not quite me and Dave tried to get it together but it didn't work out. My head was so messed up I just couldn't handle a serious relationship. So we drifted apart, he went back to Germany I went back on the game. What else could I do? I'd never had a job, I had no qualifications and I didn't even have a national insurance number. I didn't know anything else and I was good at sex. The first night out I got beaten up by a couple of old whores as I tried to muscle in on their patch. I was rescued by a black guy and now I had a new pimp. He feeds me and clothes me and takes all my money. He also looks after me and finds a babysitter for my boy. His bastard father, some sicko in a fairisle sweater would you believe, had deliberately cut the tip off a condom so he could knock me up, it was his fetish to father as many kids as he could. He was so fucking ugly and my son is so beautiful sometimes I just feel he couldn't have been the father but I know he was. I'm one of Lee's (my Pimp) coffle of around six girls, the number is not exact as they come and go. Sometimes it is a new girl, a runaway, and I can see myself in her. I'm now twenty eight years old, I've slept with literally hundreds of men, I've starred in at least a dozen porn movies (I've even been recognised on occaision, fame at last eh?). I've been raped a couple of times, the first time Lee caught the guy and beat him up, then he beat me for giving it away for free. I didn't tell him about the second rape. I've made tens of thousands of pounds for my 'owners' and yet I've got nothing, a dingy flat and no respectable clothes. All I have is my son and Lee has threatened to take him away if I ever try to leave him.' She stopped and looked at her watch. 'Shit Lee will kill me, I should have made at least fifty by now.' She looked at me. 'You couldn't...... oh shit forget it. Just you tell everyone my story hey. Just stop other girls falling into my trap. Listen I've got to go.' She left the cafe. A small, mousy haired woman, with a young face and hard, old eyes clad in a ridiculously short red leather skirt and white tee shirt. She painted a smile on her face as a car drew up and then she climbed in. The car drove away and she was swallowed up. I never saw her again and I never did get her name. **************************************************************************** As I said this is an experimental storyline, which was designed to make the reader think, and I'd appreciate your comments. 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