Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 6)

January 15th, 2008
10:31pm

This night went from strange, to just plain bizarre.

I went in to the punishment room, and Catherine was lying still, not making a sound. I walked around and sat on the edge of the twin bed, facing her. She looked up at me.

“Mmmm?” she said.

I sat there and looked at her for a while, trying to figure out how to handle this one.

“MMMmm?” she repeated, louder this time, annoyance obvious in her voice. She seemed remarkably calm.

I reached over and pulled the duct tape off of her mouth, hoping I wouldn’t soon regret it.

“OwwwAAA!” she yelled, stretching her mouth out a few times. I think she is half drunk.

“Where’s Kevin?” she demanded.

“Gone.” I replied.

“Gone? Where’d he go?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well… when will he be back?”

“Two weeks.”

“Two… why?”

I said nothing.

“What is this?” she asked, looking around, “Some kind of ‘intervention’ or something? I don’t drink that much.”

“Oh?” I prompted.

“No! I don’t!” she insisted, loudly.

“OK, I believe you.”

“Then why am I here?”

“Because Kevin doesn’t want you anymore.”

“Wha… he said that?”

“He put a rope around your neck and helped me carry you down here.”

“Right…” she replied, “So, why am I here?”

I said nothing.

“Listen,” she began, “Kevin is insane. He’s been getting worse and worse lately.”

“And?”

“And you don’t want to get mixed up with him.”

“Oh?”

“Believe me, you don’t.”

“Ah.”

“So, just untie me and call me a cab. I’ll go home, straighten him out, and we’ll forget all about this.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘No’?”

“I mean…No.”

“Listen… I love Kevin.” she started.

“I could tell.” I interrupted.

“I… I do love him.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“But he just needs a some help. Whatever he told you, whatever is going on around here, you don’t want to get in trouble, so just let me go and…”

“He told me you were a gold-digging, bitch, that used him for his money.”

“He said what?… he said that?”

“Yes.”

“And you believed him?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious…”

“What does that mean?”

“Let’s see… hot girl marries rich, skinny, nerdy guy, 15 years older than her, with a pack of Smarties for a dick…”

She just stares at me.

“And only fucks him twice, in… how many years?”

“That’s insulting! I love him. What do you think I am?”

“I think you are a gold-digging bitch, that uses her looks to get what she wants.”

“That’s not true!”

“I think it is.”

“Listen, my neck is hurting. Can you please untie me now?”

“No.”

“Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.”

“No.”

“Please… what is this place? Why did he bring me here?”

“He has sold you in to slavery.”

“What?”

I said nothing.

“He… sold me?” she sobbed, “You can’t just sell a person!”

“Well, he didn’t exactly sell you.”

“But you just said…”

“I know, but he actually just gave you to us.”

“Wha… gave me? Why?”

“To be rid of you.”

“I don’t believe you!” she was begging to look more concerned.

“It’s true. That’s what we do here. We train sex slaves, and sell them at auction.”

“Sex…? I… I don’t believe you. Untie me…Now!” she started to struggle against her bonds.

“You will be trained to please your master, then you will be sold to the highest bidder.”

“You’re crazy! Let me up!”

“You will not leave here until you are sold.”

“This is insane! You can’t just… I have rights!”

“Not here, you don’t.”

“Listen, please… just let me go… please.”

“Hmmm, and what would I get out of the deal?”

“You get to stay out of prison!” she screamed.

“Hmmm, not a good enough offer.”

“I… I can give you money.”

“I doubt you can give me as much as you will sell for. Any other offers?”

“I… I can have Kevin… he could… what do you want!?!”

“I didn’t have anything particular in mind.”

“Please…”

I said nothing.

“What? Is it sex? Is that what you want?”

“Hmmm… I’m listening…”

“I can… I mean, I could let you…”

“Yes?”

“I could have sex with you, alright? If you let me go, I will have sex with you. Please, just untie me now.”

I remembered my thoughts as I watched her walk up the driveway, and wanted to see how far this girl would go.

“I don’t know… I have a girlfriend for that…”

“Then what do you want? Please tell me…” Her eyes began to fill with tears.

“Well, there is something I’ve always wanted to try, but was afraid to ask my girlfriend to do it?”

“What? Oral sex? I’ll do it. Untie me and I’ll give you oral sex, then you call me a cab.”

“Well, it does involve your tongue…but… on the other side…”

“What do you… Oh! You are disgusting!”

“Well, if you don’t want to…” I trailed off, getting up off the bed and walking towards the door.

“Wait! Please… not that! Anything else and I’ll do it.”

“Sorry, not interested.” I opened the door to leave.

“Wait!” she sobbed, “Wait… I’ll… I’ll do it… one time.”

“Well, I’d get an awful lot of money from selling you. I think I’d need more than one quick lick.” I said, walking back in and closing the door.

“One lick! That’s it.”

“No deal.” I opened the door up again.

“Wait! OK! I’ll do it!”

“Hmmm…” I said, walking back around to face her, “Just so we’re clear, you are going to lick my asshole, is this correct?”

“…Yes.” she sobbed.

“And you will do it until I tell you to stop, correct?”

“…Yes.” she said, tears streaming down her face.

“And you are going to stick your tongue up my ass and French kiss it?”

“Oh, God! I didn’t say that!”

I know… *I* did.”

“Please…” she begged, sobbing loudly.

I said nothing.

“OK… OK… just please, untie me.”

“Not until you are done.”

“Please…”

“No.”

“OK… let’s just do this and get it over with.”

Her tone had changed.