I wasn't dressed in any way I would have planned to meet Rebecca. I wanted to speak, to protest, to beg, but as my lips opened Miss filled my mouth wi...h a bright red rubber dildo gag.She forced it between my teeth, deep enough so that I nearly gagged, and buckled it tight behind my neck. To my further horror, it was double-ended, with a large rubber cock wagging and jutting out about eight inches from where it sealed my mouth. She rolled a full-length mirror before me, so I could plainly see. She got extremely nervous when Albert came into the apartment with a strange man, who looked to be in his late forties or early fifties. The black-haired beauty knew this man was going to be her first paying client, establishing her officially as a prostitute. She also knew if she did not perform sexually to the man’s satisfaction, her brother would severely punish her and withhold her injection until she was in horrific withdrawal pains and begging him to give her what she needed.“Emma, this. Hers was not a drive to possess but to be possessed, to be the fertile ground for the invader, the prize to be won. She wanted to be bullied, to be broken, to be rent asunder, to give herself away, again and again and again."Rape me, master," she begged. "Hurt me. Take me. Abuse me. Don't hold back. Please."The time for sensitive foreplay and tenderness was past. Making love is about love. Fucking is about lust. Rape is about power. It is the powerless — or, perhaps more important, those who. " Up here was her bare pussy. She'd moved her suit crotch to the side. It wasn't just bare it was bare. "I got rid of all the hair I didn't want. Do you like it?" she asked."It feels beautiful, Sam. Hang on to the raft." She looked at me as I stroked her pussy, but reached out to hold the raft with both hands. I took a breath and torpedoed down until my face was even with her crotch. I moved in and kissed her pussy. I stuck out my tongue and ran it right through her little crack. I'd like to.