Chapter 6

Note from author: This is the chapter you were previously warned about, which has violence against women. If that bothers you, please skip it and go on to the next chapter. The takeaway of this chapter shows Cindy’s spirit to be broken and compliant with Dwayne’s wishes and orders. What follows is how that happens.

The third day started the same way, with Dwayne going around the world on her with Sam taking him in all three holes again. Taylor was impressed by how Sam had performed. She looked to be a seasoned pro when she dropped to her knees to give a sloppy blowjob, and howled in passion when she took Dwayne doggie-style. With lube, she was even able to take the black pimp in the ass without too much discomfort. He blasted his third load into her butthole, and Taylor thought that was the final test Samantha would have to endure. It took about an hour and a half in total; they were done by 2 p.m. Around 4 p.m., Dwayne told both women that he was going out for a while.

“Where are you going?” Taylor asked. She knew his every move. She was his bottom bitch after all, and she had to stand in his place to deal with customers or other girls sometimes if he was unavailable, and she needed to be able to reach him on a moment’s notice.

“None of your business. I’ll be back later tonight.”

Taylor wanted to know where the new girl stood. After all, if she was ready, then Taylor could put her into service and start making money, of which she got a small cut.

“Does Cindy, err, I mean Samantha, need to do anything else to prove she is trained for the job, Dwayne? After all, you’ve gone around the world on her three times now, and she’s mastered the art of giving a deepthroat blowjob. Last time you fucked her in her ass with that big dick of yours, she didn’t even flinch. And she can deep throat dick like a pro. She’s shown us that she is ready to go, right?”

Taylor’s voice couldn’t hide the uncertainty in her thoughts. She was unsure because Dwayne was being coy and shady, so maybe Samantha wasn’t done. But what else could that mean?

“Not quite. The bitch still needs to learn some stuff, and we’re running out of time. I have figured out a way to take care of it, don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.” And with that, Dwayne walked out the door.

It was odd to Taylor that he would not give her an answer. About a half hour after he left, a loud knock pounded on their door. Taylor opened it and gasped at who stood there.

“Jerome? What are you doing here?” Taylor had a concerned look on her face. He was another pimp that Dwayne talked with quite a bit. Sometimes, they would use each other’s girls if one had a big event that needed a lot of escorts or hookers.

Nearly eight years ago, she also knew him to beat up prostitutes who didn’t follow orders or who didn’t come home with their targeted quota of money her pimp demanded she earn on the streets. In the early days with Dwayne, when she didn’t meet her quota, and after a few warnings from him, Dwayne walked her over to Jerome’s apartment and then left for a few hours, while Jerome beat the hell out of her for not bringing home enough money for the night. Careful not to mark up her face with bruises, he whipped and beat her for over an hour, forcing her to perform extreme sex acts like being pissed on in her mouth and licking his asshole after he took a shit, but didn’t wipe. A young, naive Taylor was thoroughly abused in the most disgusting way possible.

No matter how much Taylor screamed and cried, Jerome didn’t let up a bit, continuing to force her to perform the most deviant and perverted acts. She was also threatened to be forced to get on the floor on her knees and elbows and be sexually attacked by Jerome’s Rottweiler on the floor in front of him. She remembers that incident to this day, and probably for the rest of her life.

“Noo! Please! Jerome, don’t make me do that!” she said when she realized what Jerome was telling her to do.

“I said, you stupid whore, that you are getting punished! All you had to do was bring back $1200 bucks for an entire evening’s work, and you didn’t even do that! Now get your naked ass down on the floor and bend over, knees and elbows. NOW! Rocky is going to remind you to work harder next time.”

A young 18-year-old Taylor was mortified. Being fucked by a big dog?

“No! That’s disgusting!”

She started crying, begging for a reprieve. The scene stayed that way for five long minutes. Rocky, the slobbering Rottweiler, sensed what he was going to do soon, as he had done it before when Jerome was around, with other girls who misbehaved. He started prancing back and forth around Taylor, who was nude and still up on her knees, one last bendover away from being ravished and humped by a 140-pound slobbering dog.

The threat of being raped by a big dog was enough. The message got through to her. Jerome finally told Taylor to stand up. She was still shaking. He motioned to her, and she walked over to him, dropped between his legs, and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his massive 10-inch cock.

“Suck on this, and think about what was going to happen here. Because I am a magnanimous person,” he sneered, “I am letting you pass for this one time. If I ever hear that you are short of money again, well, you know what will happen. Right, Rocky?”

“Bark bark!” Rocky answered his master.

Taylor said nothing but kept bobbing her mouth up and down on Jerome’s massive black cock. She stopped a few times for a second or two to look around and see that Rocky was still on the other side of the room. Tonight, she dodged a bullet.

Eight years later, the absolute terror she experienced that day reappeared every time she saw Jerome. Heartless, nasty Jerome.

“Hey, Taylor. I’m here because Dwayne told me you have a new girl here.”

“Yeah, but why are you here? I mean, she has done everything Dwayne has asked of her.” He pushed by her and into the apartment.

Taylor immediately picked up her phone to call Dwayne. Only he could stop Jerome, and she had to contact him so that Jerome wouldn’t start with Samantha. The phone kept ringing until it rolled to voicemail. Strange, Dwayne’s phone never rolled to voicemail. It did twice more until she realized Dwayne had planned this all along.

“No need for you to worry your pretty little head, honey,” he said flippantly to Taylor. He walked in. “Where is our little bitch?” He looked into the room and saw Samantha sitting on the edge of the sofa. “Oh, this must be her!”

“I’m Samantha.” She looked at Taylor, whose face had turned white. Immediately, she felt there was something wrong.