Chapter 9

Wanda drove the listless teenager to the nicest whorehouse that Leonard owned, the one that was located only 10 miles from Ariel’s own home. Actually Wanda was unhappy to be taking the girl there, usually a new girl was forced to work in one of the cheap motels Leonard owned in various places throughout the ghetto. It was there that they serviced their client’s for fees ranging from $25 to $50 per act. Once throughly broken in the better looking ones were allowed to rest and clean up, then taken to the apartment complex where they performed the same acts for $500 and up. Of course the john’s were generally white and at least bathed so all the girls worked hard so they didn’t have to go back to the ghetto to ply their trade.

Wanda also maintained her own apartment there, sometimes servicing a particular client if she wanted to. Her “training facility” was located in the heart of the ghetto, right next to one of the cheapest motels that Leonard had. Wanda wanted to take Ariel there but Leonard insisted she be taken to the “fancy” place and be kept in Wanda’s spare bedroom. Wanda was mad at being made a baby sitter for this rich white bitch, even as a whore she was being treated better then anyone else and Wanda was pissed off. Of course she knew better then to cross Leonard by overtly abusing Ariel but she did have her way’s of getting even.

On the drive Ariel lay with her head against the rear seat supported by the two prostitutes that had placed her in the car. Had she been awake she might have noticed the neighborhood and realized how close she was to her home. Wanda pulled into the underground garage and hustled Ariel up to her apartment. Once inside the complex of 35 apartments Ariel had no way of knowing how close she was to her own neighborhood and friends.

“Get’s the bitch into the bathroom ... she stink of piss” she ordered the two working girls. Ariel was dumped into the shower, the girls removed her shoes and Wanda turned on the cold water full blast.

Ariel was awake instantly, “oh god...” she cried out trying to catch her breath under the ice cold stinging water. She curled up into a tight ball against the corner of the shower her body shivering uncontrollably from the cold as she tried to catch her breath. Wanda kept the stream of cold water on full force for 10 minutes watching the miserable teenager shiver before turning the hot water on.

Ariel gasped at the change in temperature, the hot water now scorched her tenderized flesh, the steam rose almost hiding the cowering girl. “Now bitch you get that skinny butt up and clean the stink off you ... both inside and out”.

At first Ariel didn’t move, she just stayed curled up as the hot water engulfed her. Wanda reached into the steam and grabbed a handful of wet limp hair and pulled Ariel towards the door of the shower so she was looking up into the evil smile gracing Wanda’s face. “Now bitch you be a slow learner ... when yer momma tells you to move you move bitch”. Wanda then spit into Ariel’s upturned face, “or you be feelin the whip agin ... understand me fuck meat”. This time Wanda slapped Ariel’s upturned face then pushed her back into the hot stream of water.

Ariel managed to get to her feet, the hot water stung her skin but she was grateful to finally get a chance to wash the filth from her body. Slowly she soaped her body, stealing a quick glance at Wanda standing watch over her. Even after her experience in the warehouse Ariel felt demeaned at having someone watch her wash herself.

As Ariel started to soap her breasts she was again aware of the pins that pierced her nipples, turning to the corner to hide her face and body Ariel sobbed with grief at what had been done to her. “Come over here bitch ... git yer ass over here NOW” Wanda shouted at the sobbing girl.

Ariel moved out of the shower stall facing Wanda but kept her face lowered so she didn’t have to look at her. “Get on yer knees new meat”, Ariel sank to her knees wondering just what this evil monster had in store for her now.

“You don’t like the decorations Wanda done to them little tits of yer’s do you slut” Wanda asked.

“No” Ariel replied weakly.

“If you want them out you ask momma Wanda reeeal nice to take them out”.

“Please momma Wanda take the pins out” Ariel replied meekly.

“That don’t sound to nice new meat ... try again”.

“Momma Wanda pretty please take the pins out of ... of ... new meats nipples”.

Wanda knelt down and lifted Ariel’s chin so she could look into the distraught face of the teenager. “Well that was better ... but what you do for old Wanda ifin she take out the pins real careful so’s not to hurt them tender little nips you got” Wanda asked in a sickly sweet voice.

Ariel looked into the callous expression of the hardened whore’s face, her mind raced to find the correct answer, anything so she’d not be hurt anymore. “Anything ... anything momma Wanda wants” the defeated girl answered in a low whisper.

“Anything ... that be a big promise for such a little thing like you to make ... you sure now it be anything” Wanda asked in a low husky voice.

Ariel’s body shivered from the way Wanda said “anything” but after what had been done to her so far the kneeling girl couldn’t think of what hadn’t been done to her already. Again Ariel answered in a abject voice, “yes ... anything”.

Wanda lifted Ariel’s face up and placed her lips against her’s, her mouth opened and Wanda sent her long wet tongue into the startled girl’s mouth. Ariel’s first reaction was to pull back but Wanda took a firm hold of her hair, “you say anything bitch...”. Ariel opened her mouth to accept the probing tongue, her eyes tightly clenched shut.

Wanda French kissed her for several minutes, savoring the power over the young white girl. Then she pulled away and grasped the pin attached to Ariel’s left nipple. “Now you be still and I be takein out these pins ... you fuss or don’t live up to yer promise girl and I promise they be put back ... but next time it be in yer cunt lips”, Wanda warned her sternly.

Ariel winced as each pin was with withdrawn from her body, “now you git back in there and clean that stinky body off ... brush yer teeth cause yer mouth tastes like pussy girl” Wanda laughingly told the bedraggled girl.

Ariel went back to scrubbing her body, every muscle ached but the warm water felt good. She shampooed her hair as tears once again welled up as she lathered up her now short bob. When she started to clean between her legs Ariel started to feel just how sore she was from the continued fucking she’d received. At Wanda’s insistence she used her fingers inside her raw vagina, even with the soap as lubricant it hurt to put her small fingers inside herself. The outer lips were swollen and red, the muscle at the entrance had been stretched from the large cocks and throbbed with pain. Ariel was sickened at how easily her two fingers slipped inside her once tight channel. She remembered how tight she was when she masturbated just that morning in anticipation of being with her boyfriend.

“Here bitch wash out that stink hole you got” Wanda called out to her as she tossed her a disposable douche. “Just refill it with water and wash yer gash real good honey child”.

Ariel inserted the nozzle slowly as she squatted in the steaming shower. She felt like an animal on display as Wanda watched her perform her cleaning duties. Finally Ariel felt she had washed as much of the filth from her as could be cleaned off with water. She used her finger’s to brush her teeth, again grateful to be able to wash the disgusting taste of pussy juice, cum and piss from her mouth. As she stepped out of the shower the room felt cold and she clutched her arms around her shivering body waiting for what Wanda wanted next.

Tossing her a rough towel Wanda watched as Ariel dried her raw skin carefully. Wanda felt herself becoming aroused at the sight of the slim white captive standing before her naked. The red abrasion’s left by the whip on her white ass, tits and pubic area stood out nicely. The ones on her tanned legs and body weren’t quite so bold looking but Wanda enjoyed the sight. As she looked over her charge Wanda could see the large welt left by the whip on the inside of her thighs and how Leonard’s hand had left bruises on her thighs and buttocks.

“Now you git yer hair all brushed out nice for Wanda honey then we git something to eat so’s you have strength to make yer promise good to me”.

As Ariel came out of the bathroom Wanda looked over her new plaything carefully. She then tossed her a short red rayon robe to put on. It barely covered her butt but Ariel never felt more thankful for something to wear. Ariel thanked her with true sincerity as she wrapped the garment around her and tied the sash tight around her body.

“Now my little child look jus like a bitch should ... jus like the men want ... put yer shoes on ... now come on child we git something to eat fore we come back here to see jus what air head be able to do for old Wanda”.

Ariel had no idea where she was or what went on, she followed Wanda out the door with her arms wrapped around her body. She looked around the open area and realized she was in some kind of apartment complex with a large open patio and a swimming pool. She saw several men walking with women, the men were white and dressed either in suits or sports coats and slacks, the women wore skimpy robes like hers or lingerie and heels. Ariel noticed that the women were almost all white.

“Don’t be so slow girl ... you be finding out what goes on here soon enough” Wanda informed the dazed young woman.

Wanda took Ariel into the kitchen area of the complex that was adjacent to the lounge where the women waited for their “dates”. It was now almost 10:00 P.M. and Ariel could see there were men of varying ages in the lounge drinking and talking.

The apartments had all been remolded, the kitchen’s had been removed, each apartment was now no more then a bedroom and a bathroom which the girls themselves had to keep clean. One apartment had been turned into a communal kitchen and lounge with everyone helping to do the cooking and cleaning. The food was a mixture of South American, European and Oriental cooking, each one learning from the other how to make dishes that they would eat.

The complex itself was located in a good area of town, its walled and gated perimeter kept prying eyes away from what went on inside. Two large guards kept order inside and made sure no one entered or left that wasn’t supposed to. The occupants of the surrounding apartments never realized what went on since the underground parking kept people from really noticing the cars that came and went at all hours of the day and night. The girls were allowed to use the pool, and lounged around it during the warm summer days as customers came and went picking out who they wanted.

As Ariel and Wanda walked to the kitchen Ariel eyed the women sitting around the outside tables, like her they wore only robes and heels. She saw the menacing guards, the high walls and locked gates, she didn’t realize she was now in an area that was affluent and white. Even if she had the chance, escape was remote since the entire area was monitored by security systems.

Inside the kitchen a dozen women of every nationality sat around eating, talking and cooking as if this was nothing more then a sorority house. The language ranged from Mexican to Russian along with a pidgin English that everyone used to talk to those of a different country. As they entered the assembled women stole quick glances at Ariel, news traveled fast and they had all found out that this “new meat” was a real American, not an immigrant. They had all heard how she came to be with them.

They feared Wanda, for with one word from her they would find themselves, no matter how beautiful, back in one of the cheap motels servicing sweaty blacks and Mexican’s for $25 a trick rather then the rich white men that frequented the complex. They had all resigned themselves to being prostitutes, even if they hadn’t witnessed it themselves they all knew the consequences of trying to escape. If there initial treatment while being broken in didn’t teach them of the cruelty of those that held them then the stories from other’s would be enough to hold them in check.

At least once a year a girl would try to escape, either by talking to a customer or by other means. Wanda made sure that as many as possible got to witness how they were punished. A thorough whipping was given for any infraction of the rules, head shaving, pins inserted into nipples, mouth and pussy lips, up under finger and toe nails, cigarettes applied to intimate areas of the body, additional gang rapes with men and animals, all these were used to punish any girl that crossed Wanda. A girl would find being sent back to the cheap motel a blessing after Wanda got finished with them.

Ariel ate in silence, trying to understand what was being said in the conversations. Wanda was fluent in Mexican and had picked up a bit of several European languages. She still didn’t understand what the oriental’s said in their native tongues but they tended to be a lot less rebellious then the other’s. Once Ariel had finished eating she sat there with her head resting in her hands trying to find a comfortable way to sit on her bruised ass until Wanda’s voice brought her back to her present situation.

“New meat you git yer ass up and start clearing and washing dishes, you ain’t no princess here you earn your keep by cleaning up so these others can keep working”.

Ariel got up and cleared dishes and started washing them along with the accumulated pots and pans. As she bent down to do her work her well whipped ass was displayed for all to see, just another way for Wanda to warn everyone of what lay in store for them if the strayed from the path. Each of them knew that Wanda loved to abuse them at the slightest opportunity, they also knew one of their duties was to pleasure Wanda in what ever way she liked. Experience told them that they wouldn’t have to worry about being called to Wanda’s apartment as long as the new girl was there, at least until she tired of her.

Finally the kitchen was clean and after having Ariel scrub the floor Wanda had her come back to her apartment. Ariel was dead tired, sore all over both inside and out but she worked hard at cleaning the kitchen. At least she wasn’t being abused, at least physically, Wanda did like to taunt her as she cleaned up, reminding her she wasn’t “no more little Jew princes anymore but a working girl”. Ariel trembled inside every time Wanda said that to her, even though she’d been raped by who know’s how many men she still couldn’t conceive of being bought for sex by someone.

Finally Wanda was satisfied with how the kitchen had been cleaned, Ariel was thankful the room had finally been emptied of the other women. Having to scrub the floor in the short robe allowed her private area’s to be displayed to all that wished to see, both guards had come into the kitchen and watched her, she could feel their eyes looking at her displayed charms. It wasn’t just the shame of having to display her neither regions that made her blush red, it was that everyone knew she was red and swollen from the rape and the men knew she’d been used. It brought waves of disgrace over her that these men, strangers, knew she’d had sex.