Chapter 10

“How the heck do you train then like that?” I asked.

I mean, fuck! They’d only broken her in yesterday afternoon and evening, that couldn’t have been fun for her, not with Johan’s team all going through her half a dozen times each, all four or five of them, but I could see he was right. She was. She was pushing back. Not just pretending to, either. She was. And those nipples? Were they even larger? Fuck, she was gorgeous. Did wonder if she was actually really getting into it. Hadn’t taken me long to get into it with Anthony, back then, but I hadn’t been picked up out of a park, kidnapped and gang-raped either.

There was a difference.

I kind of did understand the psychology of it though. There’s a really small minority of women who liked extreme BDSM, and they got off on stuff like this. Was Fumiko Suematsu one of them? I mean, when I was her age I had no idea I’d like it rough and hard. Really rough and hard. I hadn’t ever even fantasized about anything like that. Not until it happened, and then I hadn’t been able to get enough of it, and I’d really enjoyed that whole edgy abuse and a bit of pain thing without knowing why. Now? Now I knew myself, but Elle had taught me a lot.

Fumiko Suematsu didn’t have an Ellie to teach her and explain. All she had was herself, and Johan, and Johan wasn’t interested in explaining shit to her. All Johan wanted was for her to put it out for his clients and make like she loved every moment of it. Thing was, I could see Fumiko Surmatsu was kind of enjoying it despite herself, and that was really gonna fuck with her mind after I got her outta here.

Johan shrugged. “You gotta understand the psychology and stage them through that first week, Mal. Girls like Fumiko, a little force, a little pain, a little intimidation, all of it teaches them that they can’t say no, and if they do, they’re punished, and you make sure the punishment is a lot more painful than what they’re saying no too.

You want to break them in, but you don’t want to damage them physically or mentally. It’s like breaking a horse in, Mal. It’s an art in its own way. My clients, they pay through the nose, but they like up market girls, good looking, intelligent, sorta girls you can have an entertaining conversation with over dinner at a fancy restaurant and then take them back and give them a good hard fuck however you want, so you have to break them in without breaking them, if you get where I’m going.”

He frowned, thinking. “I enjoy breaking them in, Mal. It’s an art, but it’s all about breaking in their minds and training them as well as fucking them. If I can actually get a girl to where she’s enjoying the sex, it’s even better. I like that, and that Fumiko, she’s real responsive. She actually enjoyed being broken in, most of them don’t if they’re as new as she is, but there’s ways to get them off, and Fumiko, she didn’t want to like it, but she does, she loves it, I could tell. Started her off yesterday with a few little pharmaceutical aids to relax her and enhance her reactions to stimulation as well as removing her inhibitions and she responded real well. Eased her off them over the day, but by the time we finished with her last night, she was still responding real well, even though she didn’t want to. She’s one of those girls that likes not having a choice and we add a few drugs to the mix to make it easy for them. That way, she can tell herself it’s not her fault.”

He thought about it for a second more. “Thing is, you can’t go easy on them to start with either. You gotta get them used to putting it out for any john that wants to fuck them, so you help them get off, and you fuck the crap out of them the first day and night, smack them around a bit so they learn who’s in charge, learn they can’t ever say no, all without bruising them or damaging them, and then over the next week you just stack those clients up so that they’re fucked non-stop without any time to think, and while that’s keeping them busy, you train them in how to respond and you do your best to make sure they get off on it. Fucking or sleeping. A week of that and they’re pretty tame, but you always have to know where their lines are. Break them completely so they lie there like a sack, they’re no good at all.”

I was actually curious, standing there watching Fumiko pushing back on that john’s cock. Yesterday morning, she’d been at high school, as innocent as they came, a well-behaved Japanese high school student, and here she was, twenty four hours later, kneeling on that bed pushing herself back on that john’s cock, and I was pretty sure Johan would have explained to her that she was a whore now. That, and this was straight from the horse’s mouth.

“So how’s Fumiko doing so far this morning?”

“Good, really good, Mal. I’ve had a few like her before, and Japanese or Korean girls, like her, they’re actually the easiest. That patriarchal culture where women really know their place. Obedience and deferring to authority, it’s already embedded in those girls really thoroughly from when they’re young, and the sex trade’s real big in Japan. Even bigger in Korea, it’s a fact of life and most of the girls there, they’re aware of it. Part of the culture. Thai and Vietnamese girls are good too, but usually the Southeast Asian girls we get shipped in here aren’t as well educated. Most of the Jap and Korean girls are, they know about it, and once they realize that’s what they’re in, and they’ve got zero choice about it, they pretty much accept it. Some even get to like it.”

He chuckled. “Fumiko, she’s almost there already, and it’s only day one. Picked her up around midday yesterday, broke her in over the afternoon, ran the team through her a couple of times each, gave her a break, knocked out a promo video clip, and then ran her through a good hard team training session yesterday evening. Had ourselves a fucking ball. That tight little pussy’s hot. Tight little ass on her too. Gave her a sleeping tab and a few hours sleep to recover, gave her a warm-up fuck and then took her for a walk this morning and then another massage to get her loosened up, cleaned her up, got the stylist in last night to alter her uniform and sort out a few more clothes for her, did her makeup this morning, and opened her up for business around nine.”

“Ran a couple of clients through her right away, dude in there now’s her third today and he’s got her booked through to mid-afternoon.” He chuckled. “He won’t be the last, either. No time off. You gotta get them working and keep them at it. She’s got another three clients booked today, and after that we’ll run her through another evening session with the team here. Give her a good long gangbang t finish the day up. Teach her a coupla new tricks. Get her used to taking facials. Lot of johns like shooting off on the girls faces.”

“Jeez,” I said, watching her face. She was moaning and biting her bottom lip now, pushing back on him as he thrust into her, her face flushed, nipples swollen, and yeah, I did kind of think she was enjoying it. Reluctantly. Not wanting to, but she was.

“Girls like her, you put ‘em through a few hours of fucking and once they understand that they’re a whore and they can enjoy sex because they’re going to be fucked, whether they want to be or not, they accept it, and they think they’re bad girls. And bad girls are allowed to enjoy sex. She climaxed for all of us yesterday.”

He chuckled. “Right from when I broke her in and popped that little cherry. She’s probably gonna climax for that dude in there soon, the way she’s performing right now. She doesn’t want to, but she’s getting off on how he’s treating her.”

“Fuck, you’re joking,” I said, but watching her, I more than half believed it.

Some girls really did like it rough. I knew I did.

My boyfriend, Anthony, he’d more or less raped me. He hadn’t been gentle about it either, and I’d climaxed for him that night, but maybe that was just coz I liked it that way, rough and hard. I had, too, even that first time. I’d liked it a lot, and I hadn’t actually even thought about saying no after he’d started, even though he’d been pretty brutal with me. Mostly I’d said yes, or just made a lot of noise. Went home with a few bruises. Turned out I liked rough and hard. Taking it, and giving it out, both. Hadn’t known it back then. It’d just happened, and I’d enjoyed it.

Maybe Fumiko Suematsu was discovering she liked taking it the way a guy wanted to give it to her too. Maybe she was horrified to discover that. Maybe she was like me, and she’d never known that about herself, although I wasn’t sure how I’d respond if I was where she was now. No choice, and man after man using me. There was that hollow feeling inside, empty and excited, because I did know girls who’d had enjoyed sex like that, man after man.

They’d really enjoyed it.

I’d never thought I would, but watching Fumiko Suematsu being used, I wasn’t so sure anymore. Maybe I would.

Johan watched with me. “Yeah, there’s girls like that, Mal. Look at her now.”

We both looked, and that john, he still had her on her knees, he was still fucking her tight little Japanese pussy, slowly now, but he had one hand under her, on her sex, and that horrified excitement on her face, the way she was moving on him, I could tell.

She didn’t want to be excited.

She didn’t want to be enjoying what he was doing.

But she was, and that john, he knew she was. He was getting off on it too. That half-grin on his face said so.

Johan chuckled. “See what I mean, Mal? That dude, he’s gonna be almost in love with her by the time he’s done. You wouldn’t believe her pussy when she climaxes, it’s like she’s got you in her fist and she’s squeezing you and milking you and sucking your balls dry, and you know she doesn’t want to, but she is. Word’s gonna get around, the guys like this dude are going to give her rave reviews, and she’s going to book out completely in the next couple of days.”

“You do reviews on your site?”

“You bet I do. It’s a secure site, real secure. It’d take the NSA or someone like that to crack our encryption software, so my IT guy says, and the feedback is really useful. The johns enjoy chatting about the girls and it’s all anonymous. We’re real strict about that, too.”

He eyed his mobile. “None yet for Miss Tokyo here, there hasn’t been much time after all, but there’ll be a couple by tomorrow, and the rest of today, she’s booked solid. Another three bookings after this dude and then time for me and the guys to enjoy her for the evening. Nothing like breaking a new girl in for the business.” He chuckled again. “By tomorrow evening she’s going to be red hot with the johns.”

I shook my head. “Jesus, that’s going to be tough on her.”

Johan chuckled. “Mal, it always is tough on a new girl, but she’ll live. You’re a chick. You should know the pounding pussies can take. When they’re starting out, you gotta make them realize they’re fucking powerless, there’s nothing they can do about it, their job is to lie back, spread wide, make like they’re enjoying it, and that’s it. Miss Tokyo in there, she’s still a feisty little thing and that’s something we don’t want to break, but what the fuck, that’s my job.

Breaking in these bitches and putting ‘em to work. And these johns today, they know the story, and they come in, they enjoy the feisty little bitch, they fuck her and they finish. We schedule an hour between johns to clean her up and prep her for the next john and off she goes for another joyride, and then tonight, we’ll run the team through her again once or twice, teach her a few more tricks, train her up a little more, and we’ll do that every night the rest of this week. By the end of the week, she’ll be one hot little fuck.”

“That’s tough on her.”

Yeah, well. Some of those girls I got back, they’d talked to me. I knew it was fucking tough on them. Nothing I could do about that. They were girls. They had the right anatomy and whatever they thought, that’s what pussies were for in this business. Pussies, ass and mouth. All there for the the johns to fuck and shoot their loads, wherever they wanted to. The girls all got used to it, and they all lived. The ones I got back lived, anyhow.

The ones out there on the streets, yeah, some of them died, but it was the drugs or their pimps did them in. Not the fucking. Sucked, I knew, but that was what the cops were for, except there weren’t enough of them and a lotta the girls, they stuck with it coz it was all they fucking knew and they were hooked on the drugs their pimps got them on. Nothing anyone could do about that. Once those girls got on meth or whatever else their pimps used, they were pretty much gone. The only question really was how long it was gonna take, coz not too many came back once they were on shit like meth.

Lot of the pimps used meth or fentanyl to control the girls. Once you were hooked on that shit, it was game over and it was almost always just a matter of time. Most girls didn’t last that long in this business. Not once their pimps got them on the drugs. That was the low end of the market, but a lotta those girls, they got on drugs themselves anyhow. Sucks, I know, and yeah, I knew.

I’d been a cop.

It could break your heart if you let it. I hadn’t let it, and I’d only been on that side of the fence for two years. My heart was still in one piece, but I wasn’t sure for how fucking long. Not doing this. Not watching and listening to Fumiko Suematsu taking it from that john, knowing that this time yesterday, she’d been happily at school, as innocent as a bird, not even aware that shit like this went down, and now she was putting it out for guy after guy, with no choice about it.