Over the years, she had experienced some beautiful women, and many men, of different shapes, sizes, lengths, widths, origins, as well as tongues, fing...rs, toys, etc. She had her limits, and was allowed such, being Madam’s most respected girl. Each girl had a specialty, or two, and that was something she enjoyed because that meant she did not have to participate in something she did not want, or like to do, such as facials or BDSM. She had to admit, there were those times when she liked it. It was very early morning – she could hear the first patrons arriving for breakfast in the common room below. She was on a reasonably comfortable bed dressed in a simple gown. A purse was tied to her belt but thrust out of sight into a slit. Monica also had an eight-inch ‘eating knife,’ and a pair of boots was on the floor by the door.An empty chamber pot was next to her bed. She used it, went to the single stand and rinsed with the provided pitcher of water and basin. No soap, no toothbrush,. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she nuzzled into his neck, her hunger driving her to explore his delicate skin with her lips. Jeff shivered, pulling her to him. The heat from his hands radiated into her as he glided them down the creamy skin of Kassidi's back. He burrowed his fingers under the waistband of her jeans to brush the sensual firm globes of her ass."Unbutton them." She whispered, flicking the point of her warm tongue across his earlobe.Jeff stepped forward. Kassidi's knees hit. I knew then I would never see her again. Would never allow her to see me.And that also meant I would never see the little baby girl she was carrying inside her.In a few weeks my discharge papers came though and the Marines gave me a couple of medals for what happened in Iraq.I suppose I should thank the Veterans Administration for granting me a 100 percent disability. Seems little enough for having been turned into a monster.No, those were not just words. A few weeks later I was at Wal-Mart..