Part-Time
part 1
As many of you may know, I never quite finished this story. I honestly couldn't
decide which way to go. I have since come up with a great twist, but now time
has become an issue. You will notice that this part ends abruptly. I still don't
know if that was how I intended or I'm just missing part of the story!
Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her
small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She
had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks:
5'6" tall and 115 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She
certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But
more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break.
Her first month in Los Angeles quickly showed her how difficult it would be to
achieve that goal. As she walked out of her fifth agency after an even more
abrupt turndown, she knew she would have to spend some time and a lot of money
to establish a legitimate name in the business. She sat in her car and looked at
the flyer from a headshot studio. $1,000 for good pictures. She sat back and
thought about the acting classes at UCLA. Corey needed money, and a lot of it.
As she pulled into her driveway and got out, she ran into her neighbor. Cindy
was about the same age, young and beautiful. She never seemed to need money and
drove an expensive car to prove it. Corey smiled as they met at the walkway.
"Hi, Cindy," Corey said. "Can I ask you a question?"
Cindy beckoned her neighbor into her downstairs apartment. "Sure, Corey. Been
looking for new headshots," she asked as she set the groceries down on the
counter.
"Yeah, just another thing in the long list of expenses. I need money," Corey
said, desperation filling her eyes. "I don't mean to be forward, but you always
seem to have plenty of money. How do you do it?"
Cindy smiled and hesitated. Obviously the answer was something deeply private.
But she only needed to look into her neighbor's eyes to see that this girl
needed help. "I'm afraid I might shock you with the answer, Corey." She took a
seat beside her on the couch, trying to judge just how much to tell her. "I've
been working for an escort agency. They pay well if you are willing to
'cooperate', if you know what I mean." Obviously, she didn't know.
"Look, Cindy. I'm pretty desperate here. I came out to L.A. with some savings
but I've pretty much burned through it. If I don't get some type of job soon I
won't make rent, much less have money to pursue my acting. On top of that, I
need to spend about $10,000 for acting classes and headshots." Cindy could see
the desperation in Corey's eyes.
"Ok, I'll let you in on this. But you cannot tell anybody, even if it upsets
you," Cindy looked hard into her friend's eyes. "Can I trust you?"
"Yes, I promise." Cindy stood up and retrieved an L.A. Xpress magazine, a local
listing of adult services, from the coffee table. She flipped to a back page to
a large ad for an escort agency. It advertised young ladies for companionship.
"This is the agency I do work with. It's usually part-time and I can chose when
to work. I make anywhere from $75 to $150 a date, which can last for three
hours."
"That doesn't sound like much," Corey murmured as she examined the ad.
"Well, it's a start," again she tried to judge the level her friend was willing
to go for. "That base rate is the least involved date possible."
"How can I earn more?"
"Corey, I'm not sure you're ready for anything else. It can get pretty rough out
there."
Corey looked her friend in the eye with a stern set. "I need to make money. I've
had sex before, if that's what it takes."
Cindy smiled and patted her hand. "Ok, I'll set up an interview."
Corey smoothed her dress as she waited outside the door. Her first assignment
had been this house somewhere in the Palisades. She reexamined the short silk
dress she had chosen for the night. Her breasts stood out nicely against the
smooth material, her semi-hard nipples poking nicely forward. She knew she
looked strikingly beautiful, with her blonde hair hanging seductively to the
middle of her bare back.
It took only a few moments before the door was opened, revealing a handsome man.
He beckoned her in with a wave as she examined him. Handsome, about 35, he had
the good looks and gentle smile of a wonderful first client. After a few
pleasantries, she was led toward the living room. Corey allowed him to slip the
thin straps off her shoulders, letting the dress drop from her body. Only her
garter belt, hose and a lacy G-string clung to her body. Her firm, round breasts
offset her thin waist. Her client beckoned her to kneel in front of him and she
immediately unzipped his fly, pulling out his hard penis. She began licking
carefully as his hands rested on the back of her head.
By the fifth client, Corey was getting impatient. She was making money, but to
date only $800 sat in the bank. The school year was approaching and the agencies
would only wait so long before moving on to the next young beauty. She sat down
with Cindy during lunch and expressed her concern.
"It's not fast enough, Cindy. Can I make any more money at this?"
"Well, the only way you can is by providing certain fetishes. The more extreme
you are willing to go for, the more it pays."
"Like what are we talking about? Dressing up in some leather and spanking old
men?"
"That's cheap. I'm talking about getting tied up and letting men spank and whip
you. It can get pretty rough, but it pays very well."
"How much?"
"Well, at the lowest level, where you simply get spanked, you make $300 a
session." Corey seemed disappointed. "Of course, if you're willing to go much
farther, you can make up to $2,000 a session, or more."
Corey's eyes lit up at the mention of that much money. "Ok, say I wanted to get
$2000. What would I have to do?"
"Well, first it usually is an all night thing. You would usually report to a
house or private dungeon and stay there until late morning."
"Big deal. But what would I have to do?" Corey was almost too eager, but Cindy
knew if she didn't tell her, she would go to management and never get the real
story. The owner of the escort agency was always looking for girls who where
willing to go to this level. Most where too afraid to even ask.
"Have you ever been tied up before?"
"Sure. I had a boyfriend who would tie me to the bed for sex. No big deal."
Cindy laughed. "No, Corey. This isn't playing with a boyfriend. These guys are
going to be really rough with you."
"I can take it."
"Can you take being covered in thick latex from head to toe, a rubber ball
stuffed into your mouth and your arms bound behind you so tight that your elbows
touch?" She could see that this wasn't what Corey expected. Never a better time
to scare her away from it. "These guys will suspend you by the wrists then whip
you until your body is covered with welts. Sure, they can't actually damage you
permanently, but some tortures can be hidden. I had one friend who went for this
stuff. She was forced, one evening, to balance herself on a large dildo shoved
up her ass while she had her breasts whipped with a leather tarse. That's the
kind of thing to expect, and worse." Corey was silent as she tried to make sense
of this bizarre scene. Cindy was almost angry. She knew that this 22 year old
could hardly make decisions like this for herself. She had seen it happen to
others and she didn't want her friend to fall through the same hole. But Corey's
face re-hardened.
"I'm willing to try it. At least I can do it a few times then quit when I have
enough money." Cindy could only shake her head.
"It's not that easy, Corey."
For the first time, Corey was scared. Her first night as a sex slave had started
ok. She had shown up at a large mansion where she was escorted inside. The young
maid led her into a side room where she was asked to strip. As she slipped out
of her clothes, Corey examined the girl beside her. She appeared to be barely 19
herself. She was brunette, with a beautiful figure and long, lean legs. Her
calves where enhanced by the six inch heeled pumps she wore on her feet. Corey
was intrigued by the thin latex dress the girl wore. Stretched across her chest
and just over her butt, the material seemed to be part of her skin. Once
undressed, the maid slipped behind Corey and pulled her arms back behind her
back. She could feel the cool leather strap circle her elbows and they where
slowly drawn together. She gasped at the last few inches, her shoulders pulled
back harshly and her breasts pushed forward, but the maid did not stop until her
elbows where firmly strapped together. A similar strap held her wrists together
as well. Next, a thick leather collar was placed around her neck and locked into
position. She wanted to complain it was too tight, but she had been warned not
to speak without permission. She could feel the maid's hand on top of her head,
encouraging her to tilt her chin up. A large, red rubber ball was pressed
against her teeth and forced between them. The ball was far too large to fit
between her jaw, but the maid persisted until the rubber flexed just enough to
fit inside. Corey could feel the ball pressing against the top of her mouth and
forcing her tongue against the bottom. She nearly choked on the rubber as her
eyes teared up from the incredible strain on her jaws. While she adjusted to the
pain, the maid turned her blonde hair into a pony tail. Once finished, Corey
could feel something dangling from the end of her hair. But as she tried to
look, struggling to lower head with the wide collar, she was pushed back onto a
short stool. The maid examined her feet and chose a set of shoes from the
closet. Corey tried to complain as she caught sight of the ballet boots, knowing
she had little chance of walking in them. But no sound escaped her throat and
the maid lifted one, then the other foot and strapped on the torturous shoes. A
short six inch chain connected to rings on each boot, holding her pointed feet
close together. A short leash connected to her collar and the maid pulled her
up. As Corey's weight rested on her toes, she could feel her feet being crushed
by the pointed end of the thick rubber boots. She tried to fight, determined to
sit back down, but the maid forcefully pulled Corey forward on her toes and led
her out of the room.
By the time they made their way to the living room, tears of pain streamed down
Corey's face. Each step crushed her toes further and her shoulders had begun a
slow ache. For a moment, during the painful walk, she had caught sight of
herself in a large mirror. She was impressed by the sight, her pussy dampening
as she stared at the captured Amazon in the mirror. She was impressive with the
toe shoes, her legs practically sculpted. Her arm bondage pushed her already
impressive breasts out further. She could now see a thin leather strap laced
into her ponytail, dangling just between her ass cheeks, but she had no time to
figure it out.
Finally they entered the main room, where a group of well dressed men where
waiting. She was led to the center of the room where a chain hung from the
ceiling. A small clamp was connected to the end of the chain, which the maid
slipped into Corey's nostrils, clamping it onto her septum. The last few turns
drew a scream of pain from the slave girl, but the gag muffled the sound. The
maid pressed a small button on the wall, drawing up the slack until Corey's head
turned up. She had little choice but to stand there. Her feet shrieked in pain
from there torture but her septum could not handle much pressure either. New
tears poured down her cheeks.
"Gentleman, this is Corey," the oldest of the men spoke from behind her. "You
will notice her virgin skin. She has never felt the sting of a whip. Tonight we
will indoctrinate her." Corey shivered in fear at his voice, struggling to see
the men around her. She could suddenly feel hands across her body as they began
caressing her skin. Fingers pinched her hard nipples while others pressed into
her pussy and ass. She gasped at this intrusion, but could do little to
complain. After some time, the hands left. The nose chain was released and she
was led toward a new room.
The dungeon was dark and foreboding. It's stone walls covered with implements of
torture. She was led to the middle of the room where her arms where unbound and
attached to two chains hanging from the ceiling. The slack was slowly removed
from them until her arms where pulled taught and apart over her head. Chains
connected to her toe shoes began pulling her feet apart, the chain holding them
together removed, until she was hanging from her wrists. She was now stretched
wide in the room, unable to see more than a few feet in front of her. A smooth
layer of sweat covered her body as she waited in anticipation for what came
next. She could see a man, just in the shadows, take position in front of her.
The sounds of another man could be heard behind her. Suddenly, two whips lashed
out and struck her chest and back simultaneously. Corey jerked in pain from the
blow. She looked down to see a wide red welt stretching from her left breast
across to her right side. Without warning, another blow placed a new welt across
her right breast. The pain burned into her soul and new tears burst from her
eyes. She felt dizzy from the pain as this new torture was forced upon her. She
tried to struggle away, but the chains held fast. Her voice screamed in pain,
but the huge gag stopped all sounds. As more and more strokes fell across her
body she knew that this was not the worst. She would be in this house all night.
"After the whipping, I was strapped to a low, long pad. My arms where tied
behind me again and my legs where spread wide." Corey continued as she tried to
find a comfortable position to sit. Her ass was a series of red welts. But Cindy
had asked so she was going to hear. "They tied me to this thing so I was sort of
on my knees but bent over too. That strap in my hair was connected to my elbow
strap and pulled back so my face was held forward. I think I must have swallowed
a gallon of cum that way, not to mention how many times I was fucked in the ass
and pussy."
"It must have been horrible," Cindy cried, trying to comfort her neighbor. "I
told you these guys would be rough."
"Well, I really had no idea. I guess I won't be wearing a bikini for a few
weeks!" She laughed for the first time and Cindy joined in.
"So you've gotten this out of your system, I hope," Cindy asked.
"I don't know, Cindy," Corey appeared thoughtful, "It was terrifying and
painful, but I made $3,000 that night. That's hard to beat, no pun intended."
"You've got to be kidding! It was pure torture and you might go back for more?"
"I figure I can stand it a couple more times. By then I'll have enough money to
get back on my feet."
"You're crazy."
"No, just sore."
The owner called Corey into his office for the first time. They had only spoken
briefly after she got hired, and once before she went to the dungeon house for
the first time. Since then she had been sent on some easy jobs. One guy had put
her into a hog-tie and watched an Outer Limits marathon all night. Another had
put her in a discipline hood, complete with ear plugs and gag. Corey's arms
where bound behind her. A spreader bar was strapped between her knees and her
ankles where tied together. A strap from the top of the hood was pulled to tie
to her ankles. She was bent backwards harshly but she had no choice, since the
only connection she had with the outer world was the two breathing tubes stuck
up her nose. The guy then spent the night whipping her pussy.
Though the discipline hood was scary, Corey quickly became aroused by both the
bondage and the pussy whipping. She knew she was changing, starting to enjoy the
scene, but she was still driven by money. She knocked on the door and entered
the office.
"You wanted to see me, sir?"
"Yes, Corey. Please come in," he gestured to a seat and closed the door behind
her. "I've been impressed with your interest in the S&M scene. All your clients
have expressed extreme pleasure with you."
"Thank you, sir," Corey blushed.
"No, it's you I must thank. But I have a proposition for you."
"Yes?"
"Do you remember the first house you went to for an S&M client?"
Corey shuddered at the memory. "Yes, I do."
"Well, that client has requested you again, but under a set of particular
circumstances."
"I'm not sure I would care to see that client again, Mr. Stanley." Corey was
afraid of him and his friends, though she couldn't explain the stirring she felt
in her pussy.
"Well, let me tell you what he has in mind. First of all, let me tell you how
much he is willing to pay you."
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm interested."
"He will pay you $200,000." Corey sat in shock. What could possibly be the point
of paying her so much money? She knew immediately she would consider almost
anything for that sum. The money would take her far beyond her immediate needs.
She would be able to pursue real acting without the distraction of a regular
job. It was more money than she could possibly imagine.
"What does he want for that money?"
Mr. Stanley cleared his throat. "Well, apparently this client was rather
enamored with you. He wants to hire you for a two month period. During this time
you will be his personal slave. You must understand that the only restrictions
he will have on you is not to cause any permanent markings on you. Beyond that,
he will insist on no limits. You will have no safeword and must obey him
completely or bear his chosen punishment. You will be available to him sexually,
and pleasure any other person, man or woman, he sees fit."
Corey was speechless. Though she was immediately afraid, she knew she would
never get another chance of seeing that kind of money again. She could still
feel that lash marks on her breasts, though the outer marks had longs since
faded. Her eyes rose to meet Mr. Stanley's.
"Ok, I agree."
Three weeks had passed and Corey was beginning to forget what it was like to be
without pain. She sat quietly, as she was trained, at the feet of her master
while he read his book. The carpet was soft on her knees, a sharp contrast to
the cool, hard stone floor of her small cell in the dungeon. For now, though,
she was on her knees in the living room, her head bowed as she quietly thought
of the past few weeks. She sat as trained, her knees spread wide, her back
straight as possible. Her arms had been bound nearly continually from the moment
of her arrival. Just recently, her wrists had been forced up beyond the small of
her back until the steel cuffs around them could be bolted to the back of her
steel collar. The pain was even more excruciating when a steel band was placed
around her elbows and they where pulled together as well. Her shoulders where
pulled back hard and her arms where now in a reverse prayer, rigid rivets
holding them in place, rather than the more flexible, and less permanent,
leather straps. Her master preferred this since it provided access to her back
for the whips. With her head bowed, she could just see the thick ring that had
been pierced through her clit. Her nipple piercings where more visible. A thick
steel ring had been placed behind her nipple, with a second piercing placed
through the middle of her nipple and filled with a steel rod. She could feel the
ring in her septum as well as the rubber coated metal plates on either side of
her septum, providing a firm hold for the ring. Her master had nearly hung her
from this ring a number of times. Her tongue had been pierced as well, but
rather than a ring, he had placed a grommet in her tongue. This provided more
flexibility when he was feeling particularly creative. She had spent nearly an
entire night with her tongue grommet connected to another slave girl's clit
ring, forced to bring her to orgasm over and over.
She could still feel the custom ballet shoes on her feet. Unlike the first set
she had worn, these had been custom made of rubber. Straps held them on like
permanent fixtures. The toes where much sharper as well, forcing her toes into
the point with vicious precision. She had worn these since the first day and
knew she would wear them to the last.
She could still see various markings on her body from the weeks of punishment.
There where the marks on her breasts from the caning he had given them a few
days ago. Her shaved pussy was still red from the heavy strapping he had applied
that morning. She wore a latex G string that was a V in the front, connecting
just past her clit ring, holding in two blowup dildoes. Both had been expanded
to three times their size, with the ass dildo stretching her wider than every
before.
End part 1
