Chapter 3

The fog in Karen’s head gradually lifted and she mostly woke up. She tried to move her right arm to find it was handcuffed to a bedboard. She pulled on it as if it would magically open and release her. She noticed her sexy dog clothes—a strapless bra, waist belt, and studded collar—still on her.

The room she was in had no pictures or clock to show the time. The only window was boarded to prevent light and escape.

A moment later, the door opened, and Lilly entered. “What have you done to me? Where am I? Let me go!”

“Never mind where you are. I’m not letting you go,” she smiled, laughing lightly. “I’ve got a nice little operation going now and you’re going to be part of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say that leverage can work wonders. You do as you’re told and your precious family won’t be hurt. I know where you live. I’m sure you’d hate to see something tragic happen to your precious Wendy, Tina, or the other pretty blonde, or any of your kids, like a fatal car accident or being shot and killed during a home invasion. Cooperate, and you or they won’t end up in the morgue.”

“Please don’t hurt my family. I have young babies at home.”

“Young babies—Dan must be a busy boy.”

“I’ll do anything; please don’t hurt anyone in my family!”

“Okay, here’s the deal. You love to fuck. Now you’re going to fuck and suck cock more than you ever did at the Hen House. I have clients who’ll pay top dollar for time with you.”

“You want me to be a prostitute for you?”

“Yes, and sometimes a high-priced call girl. We recruit young girls through contacts and the wonders of messaging. Some are typical girls in high school who service our clients at night and on weekends. We don’t care what excuse they use to get out of their house. Soon, we have them fucking several times a week. They don’t get to keep the money, except for a small amount to pay for birth control or condoms and a few necessities.”