Chapter 13

By Tuesday of the next week Ariel had started her period for which she was eternally grateful as she didn’t want to have an abortion. She had become quite good at attracting customer’s by this time, parading around in a dark blue teddy during the evening or a skimpy red satin bra and thong she’d bought with her tip money. The long legged 19 year old wearing 3” mules attracted a great deal of attention.

It wasn’t that she enjoyed her new vocation but Nadia had told her during there love making sessions what happened to girls who no longer attracted enough customer’s. When they no longer were popular they disappeared and it was assumed Wanda had them shipped back to one of the cheap motels where the customer’s weren’t so discriminating, though this wasn’t always the case. There, just like they had started out, they would again find themselves servicing anyone with $25. No matter how much they disliked being sold no one wanted to go back if they could help it. Even though Ariel hadn’t worked at one of the motel’s her experience at the warehouse and with the guards was enough to make her grateful she hadn’t been subjected to working at the motels, and she didn’t want to.

The fact was Ariel was popular with the clientele because she could speak English, was educated and could carry on a conversation. The little French she knew and the fact she’d been to Europe impressed the rich white men that frequented the establishment. Generally a date lasted 30 to 45 minutes but with Ariel they tended to last longer, which pleased Wanda since she charged extra for her.

The men talked of there wives, children and even about their business. It surprised her how they liked to linger with her and have an extra drink and tell her things about themselves. Several even showed her pictures of their families which surprised her even more. Ariel found herself looking at pictures of young white girls and women, after her date had left she found herself crying. The pictures brought back fond memories of her life before being dragged into this nightmare and made her lonely for her parents.

Wanda assured her that they knew she was safe, Ariel worried that they’d been told what she was doing but Wanda said they hadn’t been. Ariel felt a bit better that her parents hadn’t been told the details of her new life. Even though she’d been raped in front of them, and had even been forced into having sex with them she didn’t want them to know she had graduated into a full time prostitute, even if she hadn’t done it on her own accord.

Wanda told her men loved to talk, and talk didn’t come cheap. She warned her to not tell them about herself, when pressed she simply used the same excuse Wanda had given the Doctor. The work paid well and when she saved up enough she was going back to college. Of course Ariel wasn’t allowed to keep any money and she prayed she’d one day be allowed to leave and go to college like she planned to do. She wondered if she’d ever get home, if the life she had always thought she’d have would ever be available to her again. She no longer knew if she’d be able to marry and have children like she’d planned, what man would want a whore for a wife. She worried about it sometimes but only late at night when she was alone, the rest of the time she tried to make the best of her misfortune.

Ariel was tutored by Wanda on various sexual positions, generally one of the nicer guards was used. Ariel learned how to fuck on top of the men just as she’d seen Nadia do, she also learned to take it leaning against a wall, with her leg held up, both laying down and standing and of course how to be taken both vaginally and anally as she was bent at the waist holding her ankles. Ariel had the opportunity to use them all with her customers as the days passed and she spent more time selling herself to the men that came and went.

When Wanda saw Ariel was having her period she called a VERY good customer, one that had a particular fetish that he paid well to indulge in. After she had called him she summoned Ariel from the lounge where she had been serving drinks to waiting customer’s during her “down time”.

“Look here child I got me someone coming over here that be someone real special, he be wantin to be with you tonight” Wanda informed her.

“But momma it be that time of month” Ariel told her.

Wanda got up and put her arm around the bewildered girl, “now you don’t be frettin bout that honey child ... he be wantin you that time of month” she informed the now shocked girl.

“You can’t be serious” Ariel answered back incredulously not for a moment believing that someone would want to do that during her period.

Without hesitation Wanda slapped Ariel across the face, it wasn’t a hard blow but the shock of being hit after what they did together each morning shocked Ariel more then it hurt her physically. She looked at Wanda as she held her hand against her hot cheek wide eyed in horror.

“Now you look here ... you listen to yer momma girl ... you be a whore now ... man want you while you bleedin you go sell it to him ... and ANYTHING else he wants ... you done understand me girl” Wanda angrily told the cringing young women who was shocked at what she was expected to do.

“I ask you a question bitch” Wanda barked raising her hand again as if to strike her, “or maybe I git my whip ... you ain’t been feelin that for awhile girl ... maybe you need an education on how to behave ... well do you”. Wanda was standing over Ariel’s now cringing form waiting for her answer.

“No ... no momma Anne don’t need no lesson ... I ... I just didn’t understand ... I’ll be a good whore momma ... promise I will” Ariel answered in a quivering voice.

Wanda then sat next to her placing her arm around the now bewildered 19 year old, kissing her reddened cheek softly she held Ariel close to her. “Now you listen to me Ariel ... listen real good to yer momma”, being called by her real name for the first time was more of a shock to Ariel then the slap had been. She looked up into Wanda’s eyes and saw they were watery, then buried her face into her shoulder and sobbed softly as Wanda continued to talk to her.

“Listen up child ... Wanda don’t want to hurt her little love girl ... you be ... well ... Ariel you be the only thing I ... I ... well only thing I find a joy in ... but there still be work to do girl ... no matter how Wanda feel bout you there still be money to be made. Now you listen to momma and do as you told. Leonard be back soon honey child” with that announcement Ariel gasped out “NO ... oh god no momma please”.

Again looking into her face Wanda continued to talk to the only human she had ever found any kindness for in her heart. “Now you listen to me Ariel ... it may sound like Wanda don’t care for you or such, but that not true. I not bein mean by sellin you to this man ... it just be what we do for a livin. Understand me ... it just be nothin ... you be my love girl ... but we both still just whore’s ... just like some people work in an office and such ... now you wash up and be pretty for him ... he be here soon OK honey child”.

Ariel looked into the brown eyes of this woman who professed her feelings for her yet would sell her to anyone that had the money. Even with that Ariel felt something tug at her heart, she understood that even though she was her “love girl” Wanda would still sell her body. She wasn’t being cruel she was a whore now and someone wanted what she had to offer. “OK momma ... I understand...” then with a smile gracing her face “I’ll be good to him ... watch me get a big tip” she told her with actual excitement in her voice.

“That be my girl ... let’s get you ready now” Wanda said kissing her softly on the lips.

Wanda knew what her customer wanted, she called him when ever the right girl was menstruating. They needed to look young, be small boned and be dressed as a young girl. The only girls that fit the description were two of three Oriental girls she had at the house. Both had extremely small breasts with sparsely haired pussies. Ariel might have a bit to much tit but shaven as she was and with her slim build she knew her customer would want her.

Nan, which is what Wanda had named the girl who she was going to pair with Ariel, were both on there “down time” together. Wanda knew this john would pay handsomely for the two of them. Both were dressed in plain white cotton panties and bras, though Ariel’s looked a bit over filled. A short pleated plaid skirt and plain cotton blouse along with knee socks and saddle shoes completed their clothing. One thing he insisted upon was that the “girl’s” be wearing napkins instead of tampons, Ariel had only used them when she had first started having her periods and felt disgusted with the thick pad between her legs. Wanda insisted that they not be changed until there “date” arrived.

Ariel had her hair in a pony tail, and helped Nad braid two pig tails in her long silky black hair. Neither spoke as the got ready, Ariel because she was nervous about the unknown and Nan because she knew what was coming. She had been sold to this customer several times over the past 6 months she’d been at the fancy house. Of all that she was forced to do this was the worst, but she also knew that her physical appearance didn’t attract as many client’s as her bigger breasted and more shapely companions did. She had no desire to go back to the less desirable living conditions of the motel’s and knew Wanda would keep her around as long as this customer wanted what only she had, a girlish figure that made her look 12 when dressed properly instead of the 21 she was.

Both were taken down to the lower level of the parking garage to what had been a storage room but had been converted into a very private, very sound proof room for customer’s that needed that. Ariel hadn’t been down there, she knew sometimes a girl would be chosen and be taken “down stairs”, generally for the entire evening. Almost without exception the girl was allowed several days to recuperate after that, so Ariel knew that what ever was going to happen it probably included someone abusing her.

Wanda spoke to Ariel before she turned her over to the guard that would be in attendance. “Now you listen up honey child, this be one important dude and he have some unusual things he like. Now don’t be worrin bout him marken you up and such ... the guard be sure he stay within the rules. Other then dat you do what he wants and you be all right. Now Nan here been with him couple of times so she be knowin what gonna go on. You act like a little girl now ... you call him daddy and keep lookin innocent and all and ifin you blush some he be real happy. Good thing is you git off chores tomorrow so you’s can sleep late, understand me child”.

Ariel stood before Wanda with her face down and her hands clasped in front of her. This was the most cloths she’d had on since she was stripped in the warehouse and that was almost two weeks ago. She felt strange to be wearing all these cloths, when she looked at herself in the mirror she felt like she was 15 or 16 not 19 so acting like a little girl wasn’t that hard. After listening to Wanda she felt her stomach knot up in fear at what was going to happen. This wasn’t going to be a short suck and fuck customer and she dreaded what he was going to want.

“I understand momma ... I’ll ... I’ll do what he wants ... promise” Ariel answered in a small voice that made her sound like a 12 year old, she even managed a small smile at Wanda,

“Good child ... real good ... you sound like that to this dude and he be real happy ... Nan don’t be much on talkin so he be in for a real treat ... now you go ahead and momma be seein you later”, Wanda kissed Ariel on the forehead then went back upstairs.

The guard wasn’t very tall, not quite 6’ but he had a strong wiry body and was dressed in a well cut dark suit with a white shirt and tie on. Ariel had been with him twice since she’d been at the house and actually found him attractive. He wasn’t rough with the girls, normally a long slow blow job then a quick fuck was his style. He would then lay in the bed with his arm around them as he toyed gently with their clits or tits, the fact was Ariel had even climaxed with him one time. He always treated them nicely and Ariel was glad he was with them and not Hank or one of the nastier men that guarded them.

“OK let’s get inside ... now this guy he like it a bit rough ... but nothing that bad. To tell the truth it be a bit sick but he pays well and always leaves a big tip when he been taken care of so you two just do what he say. Don’t take it personal what he have me do ... it be part of what da man likes ... OK”. With that he unlocked the door and led the two reluctant “little girls” into the room.

Ariel had flinched when she was informed he liked it “rough”, then again it couldn’t be worse then what she’d been put through that fateful Saturday night. She couldn’t believe that it was less then two weeks ago that she’d been going to dinner, she had only been with one man then. Now in less then two weeks she’d been turned into a prostitute that serviced from 3 to 6 men nightly. She wondered just how bad this was going to be.

The room itself was decorated nicely, there were no windows but the room was brightly lit. She saw a padded wooden stand by the wall, leather restraints were laying on a nearby table along with several paddles, a thin rod and a leather multi tailed whip. Ariel shuddered at the sight of the whip, her mouth went dry as she remembered how it felt to have one used on her. The bed was large and several chairs were set around the room. A table held water and some liquor and a newspaper, they both sat down with their hands folded in there laps and waited for their “daddy” to arrive.

Finally the door opened and a well dressed man in his mid 50’s entered the room, he wasn’t tall, not much over 6’, gray streaked hair, medium build and a tan that showed he spent considerable time outside, Ariel guessed he golfed as it looked like the tan her fathers friends had. Actually the man looked vaguely familiar but she couldn’t place his face.