I reach down to her cunt and stroke the lips gently. She shudders with each touch. I stand up and move a step back from the bed, fingertips stroking t...e hot moisture of her pussy's lips. "If you cum before I give you permission, I will stop. Do you understand, creature?" I am talking directly at her cunt now. It has a life of its own. It is dripping with her fluids, the lips are swollen and ruby red. She is breathing in sobbing gulps, and I realize she is crying. I look at her face. She nods. Whenever she was there, a beast would come out of her. She’d stay nude except for a red silk ribbon in her hair. Sometimes with the shoes she came in —high heels or flats. The three men who lived there were like her pimps. She’d answer to them, no matter what filth they had her do. I wanted to tell her to wake up and get away. Maybe she was brainwashed. Torture can change the inside of you. A reward and punishment thing. If she sucked cock well, she’d get a reward. Money? Yes, she was getting a. " You continue."Perfect, new players are always the best" the host chuckles, "The game is multiple choice trivia. Are you good at trivia?" The host points the mic back at you."Yeah, I suppose. It depends on the topic" you answer. "How are you at geography?" He asks. "Not great, but I'm willing to try" you tell him."Perfect, now let's meet the women" the host announces. Three women walk on stage, all looking a bit nervous."When every girl entered the club they were told they would get free. Unke abhi koi baccha nahi tha. Unke ghar me unke sas aur sasur hi the kyunki unke husband Saudi arab me engineer the aur 6-7 mahine me ek baar aate the. Unke ghar se aur mere ghar se bahut accha relation tha aur mai unke ghar barabar aaya jaya karta tha aur bhabhi mera bahut khyal rakhti thi. Ek din ki baat hai ki unke saas aur sasur ko kahi relation me jana tha to wo mere papa se bole ki aaj raat me bahu ghar me akeli rahegi aap sahil ko hamare ghar bhej dena wahi so jayega. Unhone mugse bhi.