The outtercorset was doing the real work in keeping my body like a girl. ThePleather corsets looked hot and shiny. I was always clad in black, red,bl...e, or yellow. I always had to wear a corset with matching skirt andhigh heeled boots. When we would travel from town to town, I was made to ' Bitch ' ridewith my hands on their breasts. I had no choice. If I did not want to,my hands were bound that way. At any rest stop, I was fucked in the ass.After being screwed, I was douched and tamponed. And what was that around their necks? Were they wearing collars??Corecia said, “It’s about time that you woke up sleepy head. I bet you’re thirsty. Here, why don’t you drink this water.”Marci realized that she was thirsty and quickly drank the drugged water. She started to calm down. “Kimberly, where are we? Where are our clothes? Who is this girl?”Kimberly replied, “I don’t use that racist white girl name anymore. My new name is Corecia. My friend is called Quanesha. We’re at Daddy’s place and. ..the pluperfect?Whatever. I had been in a dry spell since I got to college and here infront of me was a literal angel on earth and nowhere else to sit but nearher. You better believe I was going to make a move.I put on my smoothest smile, the one I had practiced in front of themirror for hours back in middle school, a bemused smirk with one slightlyraised eyebrow. Settling into what I thought was a nonchalant strut, Imade a line straight for the chair directly across from her, when abouttwo. .. he tried to. But he couldn't someone stopped him before he could. It was my own fault for being in the alley at that time of night. I was at a club with some friends, when they left, I stayed because I was having so much fun I didn't want to leave with them. I was so stupid." she explains as tears run down her face. "It wasn't your fault. You did nothing wrong." Jarod says trying to make her understand.Micheal sits up on the opposite side, her back still to him. "I need to call my father.".