We're on the opposite sides of a wall in a gloryhole house. I'm a regular of the place, and can tell which girl is on the other side in a matter of seconds.
There are two kind of girls in this house: those who use the place to make some money at their own conditions, and those who are basically slaves to the owner.
The management knows that I strongly prefer the first ones, as they are more experienced and they also enjoy the sessions more, which turns in a much more enjoyable experience for me.
...
They told you to act confident and kinky for this customer, he likes willing sluts. You were not sure you could fake it, and were terrified to get beaten again.
I realize something's wrong as soon as I put my cock in the hole. You're clearly new, from the way you approach my cock, and I hear some sniffles coming from.
I take my cock out and peek at the hole. I see a scared poor thing with big terrified eyes and a visible black and blue mark on your face.
"Are you hurt?" I ask, to which you reply "Please don't tell them!"
"That's it" I say in anger, as I get out of the room to talk to the manager.
You cry "Please don't report me, I'll do whatever you want!" but I'm headed to the manager's office already.
You sob in fear of what they will do to you this time, for some whole good minutes, waiting for your fate in tears.
...
A henchman enters your room and grabs you carelessly as you try to avoid being hurt. He drags you to the other side of house to the backdoor, pushes you out and throws the bag with your belongings in your face.
"You're his property now" and closes the door.
As you look at where he was hinting with his head, you see a well dressed man standing in front of a sports car. You can't be sure it's him, but could swear he has the same eyes you saw in the hole earlier.
"W-what does it mean that I'm your property?" you ask, frightened that this could be even worse than the "job" they promised you at this house.
"It means that I paid your full price and now you come with me to your new house. Did they give all your stuff back?" I ask.
"Y-yes, I think so..." you bashfully answer, as you make some uncertain steps towards my car. I let you enter, close the door, and take off with a roar of the engine.
"W-where are we going, sir?" you ask.
"Home" I answer, with an ambiguous smile that could mean anything.
There are two kind of girls in this house: those who use the place to make some money at their own conditions, and those who are basically slaves to the owner.
The management knows that I strongly prefer the first ones, as they are more experienced and they also enjoy the sessions more, which turns in a much more enjoyable experience for me.
...
They told you to act confident and kinky for this customer, he likes willing sluts. You were not sure you could fake it, and were terrified to get beaten again.
I realize something's wrong as soon as I put my cock in the hole. You're clearly new, from the way you approach my cock, and I hear some sniffles coming from.
I take my cock out and peek at the hole. I see a scared poor thing with big terrified eyes and a visible black and blue mark on your face.
"Are you hurt?" I ask, to which you reply "Please don't tell them!"
"That's it" I say in anger, as I get out of the room to talk to the manager.
You cry "Please don't report me, I'll do whatever you want!" but I'm headed to the manager's office already.
You sob in fear of what they will do to you this time, for some whole good minutes, waiting for your fate in tears.
...
A henchman enters your room and grabs you carelessly as you try to avoid being hurt. He drags you to the other side of house to the backdoor, pushes you out and throws the bag with your belongings in your face.
"You're his property now" and closes the door.
As you look at where he was hinting with his head, you see a well dressed man standing in front of a sports car. You can't be sure it's him, but could swear he has the same eyes you saw in the hole earlier.
"W-what does it mean that I'm your property?" you ask, frightened that this could be even worse than the "job" they promised you at this house.
"It means that I paid your full price and now you come with me to your new house. Did they give all your stuff back?" I ask.
"Y-yes, I think so..." you bashfully answer, as you make some uncertain steps towards my car. I let you enter, close the door, and take off with a roar of the engine.
"W-where are we going, sir?" you ask.
"Home" I answer, with an ambiguous smile that could mean anything.
