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When Avery told David about the visit from Donaldson, and how he had
persuaded him to forget about Lisa as far as the school board was concerned,
David laughed and laughed. "Wonderful," he said. "Your sexy little sister has
her uses, all right."
"No man could resist her, I bet," Avery said. "Not the way I've got her
trained."
David looked thoughtful. "I think you're right," he said. "You know,
Avery, we might just be able to profit from that. In all kinds of ways."
"What do you mean?" Avery asked.
"Well." David looked over at Lisa, who was standing stark naked in the
middle of the room, her hands tied behind her and her long dark hair hitched up
to a hook which dangled on a rope from the ceiling. Her hair was fastened to it
in a manner calculated to keep Lisa on her toes, since if she tried to stand
flat-footed, it would tighten and pull painfully at her scalp, threatening to
rip itself out by the roots. The two men enjoyed watching the constant struggle
between the girl's need to rest her cramped and exhausted toes, and then to
relieve the awful pulling at her scalp. That struggle had not yet reached the
crucial point, but as time went by it would become unbearable. They were looking
forward to that. They also enjoyed the way her precarious balance on her toes
caused her body to turn this way and that, giving them a constantly changing
view of that fine body from all angles.
"Well," David said. "For one thing, we could get all kinds of favors and
so on from a lot of people, if we played our cards right. Like you got from
Donaldson. The possibilities are endless."
"I see what you mean," Avery said. "Interesting."
"And also," David said, "we could make a lot of money."
"You mean--"
"Oh, they would pay for that body, don't you think? Especially, as you
say, since you've got her so beautifully trained."
A sudden gasp came from Lisa. "Oh, my god!" she cried. "Oh, no! Avery!"
"Well, yes..." Avery said slowly. "It's something I hadn't thought of--I
mean, up to now I've enjoyed just keeping her for myself, and a few friends like
you..."
"And Donaldson," David pointed out.
"Right. But she could certainly bring in a lot of money, no doubt about
that."
"Avery!" the girl gasped. "You can't! For god's sake! You'll make me a
whore!"
"Well, yes," David said dryly. "That is the general idea."
"Oh god, no!" Lisa said, struggling on her toes to keep her body still
enough to face them. "No, please. Avery, please. I don't want to be a whore. Oh,
don't do this, please. Avery, don't make me a whore. I'll do anything..."
"She doesn't want to be a whore," Avery said to David.
"What a shame," David said. "And if she doesn't want to be one, I guess
there's no way we can make her, is there?"
Avery smiled.
Lisa moaned.
"But maybe we can change her mind," David said then. "How about it,
Lisa? Maybe if you think about it, you'll find you want to be a whore after all.
Don't you think?"
"No," Lisa said. "No. I don't. No."
David sighed. "That's the wrong answer, Lisa. The right answer is yes.
So let's not waste time. Tell us you'd like to be a whore."
"No!" Lisa's voice was unsteady, and there was fear in her eyes. "No,
please. Please. I don't... I can't. Please."
David smiled. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. It
was the box containing the thin, sharp needles which he had used on Lisa the
night he had met her. He didn't open the box, but set it down on the table.
Lisa's face went deathly pale and her body began to shake. An
involuntary moan came from her throat.
"No," she whispered. "Oh Jesus, no. Please. Oh dear god..." She began to
sob.
"Come on, Lisa," David said. "Tell us you want to be a whore."
"I want to be a whore," Lisa said.
