“No!” Lisa cried. “No....God, no! The woman...she...she...” Lisa began to lose control again.
“Stop it!” Silk yelled. “I didn’t say I was going to give you to them. I just said I could if I wanted to.” Lisa, holding back the tears, fell to her knees in front of Silk. “Thank you, honey...oh, thank you, thank you...oh my God, honey, thank you.”
“Do you belong to me now or don’t you?”
“Oh, yes...yes I do. I belong to you. I’m your whore. Just like you said, I’m Silk’s little whore. I’ll do whatever you tell me. I want to be your woman. I want to be your whore.”
“If you belong to me, if you’re my whore then it’s just like with Frank. No fuckin difference. I can do whatever I want with you. Right or wrong?”
Still kneeling at his feet, her hands on his thighs, she looked up into his ugly grinning face. “You’re right. Yes. I belong to you. You can do whatever you want with me.”
“So if I want to give you to the stinkin camel jockeys for a night, I can do that?”
Lisa bowed her head until her lips touched the tip of one of his filthy sneakers. It was wet from the rain and top was ripped so his bare toes showed through. She held his rotten sneaker between her hands as she looked up at him again, “Yes,” she whispered, “it’s your right to give me to them.”
“So, goddamn it, don’t you forget it.”
“I won’t, honey. I promise.” She lowered her lips to his other torn sneaker, then rising to a kneeling position, she wrapped her arms around his knees and lifted her head. “And I’ll prove to you how much I...how grateful I am.”
Silk pushed her away and stepped back. “Bring me the leash,” he said.
Quickly Lisa scrambled to her feet to take it from the wall hook and hand it to him. He fastened it to her collar. “Get on your stool and sit like you’re supposed to.”
Immediately Lisa climbed up on the stool. A light came on above her head. She clasped her hands together behind her neck and spread her legs.
“Now,” Silk said, “I want you to tell us exactly what happened downstairs. Don’t leave nothing out. You done this often enough for Frank so I know you got a good memory.”
Lisa took a deep breath. She began to describe the experience in the flat emotionless voice that I’d become familiar with over the past months. “I went in. Dooley was by the door. The owner, Rafti is his name, was behind the counter. Both of them looked at me, at the holes in my blouse and at my...my bare nipples and the clips. At first they laughed. Rafti said, ‘It’s the prostitute from upstairs...Silk’s whore who come down here to show off her titties’.
“Dooley said, ‘Yeah, I knowed her for awhile over at Frank’s. She fucked me a couple weeks ago’. Dooley started to rub his erection and asked me if I liked the way he...if I liked the way he fucked me. I said, ‘Yes’. Rafti asked me why I was wearing the clamps on my nipples. I told him I wear them because you want me to. He asked if I came down there to tease him and Dooley and get them all worked up. ‘No,’ I said. ‘Please, I’d just like two six-packs of Budweiser’.
“Rafti took a little calculator out of his pocket and pressed some numbers. He said we owe him twenty-seven dollars and fifty cents not counting the two six-packs. He asked me how I intended to pay him. I said I didn’t know. He came out from behind the counter. He’s short and got a pot belly. He wears these sandals. His bare feet are always dirty and sweaty. He came over, close to me. I almost got sick because of the smell. I don’t think either he or his wife ever wash.” Lisa shifted on her stool and started to draw her legs together.
“Well, I don’t get in the fuckin tub that often myself so the stink shouldn’t bother you so damn much.” He pointed to her knees, “Open,” he said. She quickly obliged. “Then what?” he asked.
“This...this Rafti stood there looking at me.” She paused trying to remember his exact words. ‘Since you’re a whore, maybe we can work out a way for you to pay your bill,’ he said. She paused and bowed her head. “I hate that. I hate being called a whore,” she said softly.
“Look you snotty little bitch,” Silk took a step toward her, “I don’t give a flying fuck what you hate, and I don’t want to hear about it. Now, go on little whore, what happened next.”
Lisa lifted her head. Her face was flushed and there were tears in her eyes, “I looked down at the floor,” she continued, “but I was staring at his feet so I had to look away. Then he told me to show them my...my…cunt. Dooley moved to stand beside him. I lifted my skirt. Rafti looked at Dooley and said that my pussy was bald, like a baby girl’s. Dooley told him that you and Frank want me like that. Then, Rafti...he...he touched me between my legs. His fingers were dirty, and he has these long fingernails.
“He said that I was very wet and that he thought I had come down for more than a couple of six-packs of beer.” She paused and glanced away from us for a moment. Then, turning back to us, she continued, “Rafti slid two fingers inside me. That’s when his wife came in from the back room. She was very mad and started yelling for them to let me alone. She was calling me a bitch and telling them to get away from me. Rafti stepped back and Dooley went over to the counter.
“The wife came right up to me. She’s so fat and has this long dirty hair and this big nose. She was angry and sweating, and I could see the hatred in her eyes. She was shouting at me, calling me a whore and saying that I’d come down there to get her husband to...to fuck me.
“I started to explain that you sent me for beer. She grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples and twisted them. She wanted to know if I always go shopping the way I was dressed, with my bare nipples showing. Then she dug her sharp fingernails into my nipples.” Lisa paused to look down at herself. There were scratches on her breasts where the skin had broken. “When she did this to me, I screamed and almost fainted. Then she stepped closer and looked straight at me. Her face was red. She started yelling again. She said that she’d like to beat me...to beat me with a whip. She said she’d like to make the whip crack against my...my cunt.” Lisa closed her eyes and shook her head as if trying to make the image of the screaming woman go away.
“Then Rafti told his wife that she couldn’t beat me because I belong to you. Arisha, that’s his wife’s name, she kept staring at me and said that maybe you would sell me to them.” Lisa reached out toward Silk, pleading with her eyes. Silk remained impassive. Lisa swallowed and took another deep breath before continuing, “Rafti told her you would want too much money for me. Without looking at her husband she said again that she would like to whip me. Rafti went to the cooler for the beer and told me that he was putting the cost on our bill.”
“What about the fuckin plug?” Silk wanted to know.
“Yes, honey. I was so scared I’d almost forgotten it. I invited them to come up here tonight, just like you said. Rafti wanted to know why you were inviting them. That’s when I leaned over the counter and lifted my skirt. I told them that you wanted me to show them the plug. Arisha burst out laughing. Rafti asked why I had it in...in...there. I told him that it stretches me and that cuts down on the pain. He wanted to know what pain. I said that sometimes it hurts at first when you...when you...Arisha laughed again and told him that you fuck my ass. Then she asked me, ‘how do you like that dirty old bastard’s prick up your ass?’I said that I like it and told them that if they come up tonight they can watch when you take me...when you fuck my ass.”
Silk handed her his drink. She took a sip. “Thank you honey,” she said.
“Then what happened?”
“Rafti said that they will come up when they close the deli tonight. Arisha grabbed my arms and turned me toward her. She called me a slut and a whore. She asked me if I knew what a rotten slut I was. I told her that I knew. Then she said that she was better than me, much better. She said I wasn’t good enough to kiss...to kiss her asshole. She asked me if I agreed, if I thought she was right. I told her that she was right. Dooley opened the door for me and I left.”
“You done
good,” Silk said. “You done just what I told you.” She blushed at his praise and spread her legs a little wider. He crossed to her and put his right hand on her bare pussy. She gasped and thrust herself up against his hand. “Just like I thought,” Silk turned to me, grinning. “She’s dripping wet. You probably noticed when she has to talk like that, you know, talk about the dirty stuff, it turns her on.” He spread the pink lips of her labia. “Ain’t that the juiciest bald cunt you ever seen, Billy?”
“Yes,” I said, “it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.”
“Right you are, Billy boy,” Silk chuckled. “You got a very pretty wife here, and she’s got a hot cunt and a tight little asshole. And she got a soft, sweet mouth and they all belong to me. Ain’t that right, Mrs. Lindal? You are Billy boy’s wife but he can’t have none of your goodies cause they all belong to me?”
“Yes, honey,” she said, looking directly at him. “I’m your woman. I belong to you.”
“And what I said to Billy about you telling us that story wasn’t no lie was it? Going down to the deli like you did and then telling us about it made you hot...made you real fuckin wet and hot, didn’t it?”
“Yes, telling it made me hot.”
“Now, tell you husband that you’re Silk’s little whore and tell him what you want from Silk and why you want it all the fuckin time.”
Silk stepped out of her line of vision so that she had to look at me. She glanced at Silk who nodded. Once more her cheeks turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She tried to avoid looking directly at me. “Billy, I know you came here hoping that I...that I might come home with you...that things might have changed with me. They haven’t. I’m so ashamed of myself, and terribly sorry for...for us. I’m also afraid...afraid of what he...he...” she looked down at the floor, then turned back to me, “afraid of what he will make me do and afraid that I might not be able to do it.”
“Enough of that shit!” Silk yelled.
Lisa flinched at the sound of his voice. “I...I’m sorry, honey,” she glanced over at him. She had held her awkward position on the stool so long she’d begun to tremble. “Billy, I am what you see. I’ve become his little whore. I want to obey him, to please him so that he will...will fuck me...fuck my...my cunt and fuck my ass. I want him, Billy. I’m hot and wet for him all the time. I…I can’t seem to get enough.”
She turned back toward Silk who nodded.
Chapter Three
Rafti and Arisha
The red neon light from the deli sign went out. Lisa closed her eyes and bit her lip. She began to draw her knees together. “Our guests will be coming,” Silk said, “so get your ass in the kitchen and fix us some drinks. You can take them nipple clips off. Quickly, Lisa slid off her stool. She crossed the room and disappeared into the hall.
“Please, Silk,” I began, “don’t put her through any more tonight. She’s so...”
“Shut up, Billy,” he cut me off. “We’re making a movie here, a porno movie that’s going to sell for big bucks, real big bucks.” He stepped close. His wizened little face peered down at me, his eyes hard and bright. An uneven ring of gray hair circled his bald head. He hadn’t shaved or washed in days. His crooked teeth were broken and yellow stained. Each time before he spoke, he licked his cracked lips so that they were wet with saliva. The idea that Lisa was giving herself to this scrawny little piece of filth made me want to strangle him and take her out of there...hold her tight...bring her to her senses.
But, like before, I did nothing. I had done nothing since the horrible nightmare began. I was worse than Frank, worse than Silk. I gripped the edges of the chair as I listened to this perverted old lecher tell me once more that my wife belonged to him and that she had chosen to belong to him. And hearing him say it and thinking it might be true, caused my cock to throb and ache inside my pants.
Silk leaned closer and I could smell his foul whiskey breath and I thought of Lisa kissing him. I remembered seeing her parted lips pressed against his. I felt my cock becoming even more painfully hard. He began speaking again, spraying me with spittle, “Oh, our little X rated movie star is going to do good tonight, Billy. You saw how scared she got when I threatened to give her to the fuckin ragheads. She’s afraid. She’ll do what I tell her to do. And I think maybe you being here will bring out her best performance yet.” He laughed and stood up. “These movies not only make us a pile of money, Frank says they are advertisements for Lisa.” He paused, grinning, knowing he was getting to me. “Your wife is now like a product...she’s like a very, very expensive piece of merchandise. She’s going to make us some money, Billy, some real money.”
I began to protest again, but we heard steps on the stairs, and Silk hurried to open the door. He returned with Rafti and Arisha. The woman was even fatter and dirtier and more ugly than I’d imagined. Rafti was speaking, “We were going to bring Dooley, but we thought maybe...”
Silk interrupted, “You thought that maybe without him you’d have a better chance of getting a little for yourself.”
“Well...yes, that’s correct,” Rafti admitted.
“She’s a whore,” Arisha looked to Silk for confirmation.
“Yeah, she’s a whore, but new at the trade,” Silk said. “You also gotta remember, she’s my whore, just mine...and she’s clean. Me and Frank don’t let her do no one who ain’t clean.” I thought of the retarded humpback who had fucked Lisa twice this evening.
The two foreigners were in the room now. As their eyes adjusted to the dim light, they noticed me. I still sat in the chair facing Lisa’s stool. “This here’s Billy,” Silk said. “He’s Lisa husband.” The news didn’t seem to surprise them. They looked in my direction and nodded. It occurred to me that Dooley had probably told them who I was. “Sit...sit,” Silk said, as he directed them to the couch. “Lisa!” he shouted, “where’s the Goddamn drinks?”
We heard Lisa’s heels in the hallway. Then, she appeared at the entrance with a tray and glasses. She still wore the red blouse and skirt. Her bare nipples were visible where Silk had cut holes in her blouse. Silk sat down on the couch next to Arisha. Lisa’s hands trembled as she carried the tray. When she passed me, I could see the fear and loathing in her eyes. She stood before Silk, holding out the tray. “Spread,” he commanded. Obediently she slid one foot away from the other, struggling to keep her balance on the spike heels. Silk reached between her legs and under her skirt. She flinched when his finger entered her, but stood submissively as he worked it in and out. He grinned and winked at Arisha. “See how she listens,” he said. “I got her trained good.”
“The little slut likes it,” Arisha said, scowling.
“Is our guest right? Do you like it when I finger fuck your juicy cunt?”
“Yes, honey,” Lisa said. Silk looked up at her, waiting. “I mean, yes honey, I like it when you...when you finger fuck my...my juicy cunt.” Silk removed his hand and patted her ass.
“And your hot little cunt belongs to me, and you belong to me, and I can do whatever the fuck I want to you, ain’t that right Mrs. Lindal?” He stroked her inner thigh.
Lisa nodded, “Yes, honey. My...my...hot little cunt belongs to you. I belong to you. You can do whatever you want to me.”
He took his hand from between her legs. “Serve our guests,” he said.
Holding out the tray, Lisa bowed slightly before Arisha. The sullen woman didn’t reach for a glass. Instead, she squeezed both of Lisa’s nipples. Lisa cried out and almost dropped the tray. Her legs were trembling. Arisha poked Silk, “Maybe your whore would like her nipples pierced with a red hot needle? Maybe she would like holes in them so she could wear nipple rings? You could have your name engraved on the inside so she would not forget whose whore she is. I’d do it for free and make it so the rings would never come out.”
“No,” Lisa whispered, “please, no!” She turned to Silk, “Please, honey, don’t...”
Silk cut her off, “Well, not tonight anyway,” he laughed.
Arisha took a gl
ass from the tray and drank quickly. She was breathing hard, and her face was red with anger. She seemed consumed with hatred for Lisa.
Rafti crooked his finger, and Lisa moved down to stand before him. He glanced over at Silk who winked. “Spread,” Rafti ordered. Again Lisa slid one foot to the side so that she was open to him. He leaned forward and slowly ran his hand along the back of her calf and thigh until it disappeared under her skirt. He began to masturbate her. She closed her eyes and whimpered.
“Not too much,” Silk cautioned, “she comes easy.” Suddenly Rafti shoved hard almost lifting Lisa off her feet. She cried out. Arisha quickly reached up to steady the tray.
Rafti smiled, “Tight and wet,” he said, “very tight and very wet.” He looked at Silk. “Can I have her?”
“How much do we owe you?”
“About thirty-five dollars.”
Silk looked at Lisa, “You’re worth more than that, ain’t you Lisa?” Lisa, holding back the tears didn’t answer. “I’ll ask one more time,” Silk said evenly. “How much, Mrs. Lindal, are you gonna charge Rafti if I let him fuck you?” His frequent use of her married name never failed to make her to blush. I felt my own face grow hot with shame. “How much do you think that hot cunt of yours is worth?” he repeated.
“I...I...don’t...don’t know,” Lisa stammered.
“But just look at you,” Silk laughed. “You dress like a whore. You act like a whore. Don’t you think a smart little whore like you should know how much she can get for a quick fuck? What you gonna charge our friend Rafti?”
Lisa was shaking, her face beet red, “I don’t...really I don’t...” she couldn’t finish. Rafti withdrew his hand and held it up to her. Two of his dirty fingers glistened. “I think she wants fucked,” he said. “How much you asking?”
“A...a...a hundred,” Lisa said.
Silk clapped Rafti on the shoulder, “Shit, man, I know guys who would pay ten, maybe twenty times that much to fuck her.” He looked up at Lisa, “But if little Lisa wants to fuck you so bad that she’ll give it to you for a hundred, then a hundred it is.”
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