”“Eventually. Let's get back to whether you're a good whore or not. Now that you're awake, I'll call some friends to help me decide.”“Mauric...!”“Oh, hush, honey, it's okay. These guys are very nice. They pay me well when I find a new plaything for them. They treat her right, and so do I. Some girls get into drugs, but that's their choice. Then they do parties like the one I scheduled for your husband.”* * * * *Parking Lot 7additional theme tag: Coercion, Drug“You can't be serious.”“Barb,. Subsequently he joined me as my secretary. And through him I met a music-composer Babu.In him I found a ‘dream man’, and I wanted him as my ‘understanding husband’ who could share me with any man he liked. But as he was a married man, I thought of trapping him, both physically and emotionally, by getting me impregnated by him without his knowledge. And as he was fond of me I easily took the opportunity by alluring him to eat me on my unsafe days. And as expected, he made me pregnant.I said. I could see them laughing and pointing as they got closer. The seven were all young, late teens or early 20s at most.The group of them surrounded me as they asked me what I was doing. I told them I was walking home. They looked around surreptitiously before they dragged me into a nearby dark alley and pushed me up against the wall."Look at the tits on this slut," one remarked, as he fondled my boobs."It's like she's asking to be raped," another said gleefully."Well then we'd better fucking rape. They formed a line, each touching her toes, and about two yards from the next girl."What is this session?" asked the Admiral."The object of this final exercise is to test the candidate's self-control when under pressure, Admiral," explained General Mustapha as he positioned the young man at one end of the line of women.Henry could not quite understand why the line of six young nude concubines was well to one side of the room, but as the trial started he soon spotted the reason. He had thought.