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One, Chapter 9
Peter was sitting on the bed, the television was on but the sound was down. Bring lay on the bed next to him, on her back, close to the foot of the bed. Each ankle was tied to a wrist and each wrist was tied to a side of her collar. If she held her legs with her hands, her head would not be jerked. The card said Peter would have his pick from the collection for something to stick in her. He chose an empty beer bottle and it sat there planted in her. She was quiet, lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Peter was finding it hard to work up the energy to jerk off on her and finish the requirements of the card. "Why does the TV need to be on?" he said. "This is stupid." "It's what the card said," Bring replied. She had been this way a lot longer than she thought she would be. It sounded so easy to her. "The whole thing is stupid." Peter got up and went to the TV. "Don't turn it off." "Just the sound. Your game is still sacrosanct." He sat back down. "This is stupid." "Why don't you work the bottle . . ." she started. The door opened. Bring lay still. Peter saw Alice and smiled. "Hi, Alice." It opened further and Larry followed Alice into the room. Alice came in holding two paper bags. One she dropped on the bed as she kissed Peter. Larry shut the door behind him. Alice walked over to Bring and sat on the other side of the bed by her. She touched the bottle in Bring. "Hi, Belinda." "Larry?" Bring said. "Hi, Belinda," Larry said. He backed himself to the door. "Bring," Alice said. She gripped the bottle and moved it gently in and out of her. "Belinda, Peter and I have a surprise for you." She shoved the bottle in hard. "I robbed Dave's tonight." She patted Bring's rear with the other paper bag. Bring became utterly still. "Larry said for the money in this bag he'll doze off tonight." She patted Bring's rear with the bag, got up, and walked to Larry. She handed the bag to Larry but she was watching Peter, who sat still, staring. "Thanks, Larry." "Thank you, Alice." Larry started to leave, then turned back. "Need help getting her to the van?" Alice smiled broadly. "Oh, I don't think we'll have a problem. Thanks anyway." "Van?" Bring said. Alice moved quickly over to Bring and slapped her hard, just below the bottle. "Who said you could talk, slut?" She slapped her again. Peter started to get up; he was looking worried. "Don't worry, Peter. I have things under control here." She gave Peter a hard stare. "Remember what we talked about this evening? I know how to control this slut. Don't I, slut?" she said, slapping Bring again. Alice turned to Larry. "No, we won't have any problem." "Bye then," Larry said. "Peter. Alice." He gave another nod. "Belinda." He left the room. "Doesn't that beer bottle look cute in her?" Alice asked, walking around the bed to pick up the bag next to Peter. "Thirsty, dear?" she said to Peter. Peter just stared. She opened the bag and took out two bottles of beer, a piece of paper that she handed to Peter. "Where we're going tonight. It's all arranged." She looked closely at Peter. "Better light for reading in the bathroom. Take this with you." She handed him a beer. She took one herself and walked over to Bring. Peter got off the bed silently and went to the bathroom. He shut the door, read the note, and sat quietly for a while. Alice came over to Bring. "Thirsty, slut?" Bring shook her head. "Sure?" Bring nodded slowly. "Too bad." Alice poured beer over Bring's chest. Alice took a sip herself and then sat down by Bring. She ran her hand over Bring's ass, a fingertip rested at Bring's asshole. It sat there lightly stroking. Peter came out of the bathroom. He sat back down on his side of the bed. Alice got up and turned the TV off. "I wonder if this slut knows how much money she's going to make us?" She picked up the wastebasket and set it over by the bed. Alice went into the bathroom, came out with the other wastebasket. "How much money do you think was in that bag, cupcake?" She glanced sideways at Peter. "I laughed and laughed when Larry told me you called her that. How much?" She slapped Bring. "I'm talking to you, slut." She slapped again. "How much money was in the bag, slut?" "I don't know. A lot." Bring started to cry. "Eighteen hundred dollars. Bitch." Alice slapped her, not so hard. "You are only worth eighteen hundred dollars." Alice gave Peter a smile. "She'll make us a lot of money, dear." She lightly slapped Bring. "You'll love making us rich, won't you, slut?" Alice picked a used condom out of the wastebasket, "Icing for the cupcake," and squeezed the semen out onto Bring's breasts. Alice picked up another used condom and did the same, again on Bring's chest. "And then we spread the icing, yes. We need more, don't we?" Alice picked up two more condoms, got off the bed and stood over Bring. "We missed a spot." She squeezed them out onto Bring's face. Bring's tears mixed in the semen. "Cumslut cupcake." Alice walked over to her bag, pulled something out and closed her fingers about it. She sat down on the bed next to Bring, picked up her beer from the floor. Alice slapped Bring. "Who are you?" "Bring." Alice slapped her harder. She poured beer on Bring's ass, slapped the buttplug into her. Bring jerked in pain. Alice slapped her. "Who are you?" "Belinda." She was sobbing now. "I'm Belinda." Alice slapped her harder. Peter started to get up. Alice stared at him and smiled. "I know what I'm doing." She slapped Bring. "He's afraid I'm going to hurt you." She slapped Bring. "Hurt is a whole world to explore for a whore." She slapped her. "But I can't hurt you so much that you won't make money for me." She slapped her. "Did you know men will pay money to fuck unconscious bitches?" She slapped her. "Especially if they're trussed up like you are." She started to slap Bring, but Peter held her hand. Alice looked at Peter, took a breath, said, "Sorry." She got up off the bed. Peter bent over Bring, looked into her eyes. Alice spoke while leaning against the wall. "Who are you?" Peter looked at Alice, back at Bring, then sat straight. He watched them. Bring turned her head to Alice, then back so she stared at the ceiling. She shut her eyes, opened them, shook her head. "I don't know," she said. She shut her eyes as if she were expecting to be hit. Alice laughed. She stood straight, but didn't move away from the wall. "You're our cupcake," Alice said. "Slut." Peter saw Bring was trembling. Alice said from across the room, "What's the most money you've ever had in your life, Belinda?" Bring shut her eyes. "Twenty dollars. I don't know." Alice said to Peter, "She has no concept of money. She has no idea how much money she's going to make us. Twenty dollars and a hundred thousand are the same to her." Alice took a step toward Bring. "How much does you father earn, slut?" Bring shut her eyes, shook her head. "He doesn't earn any money." "Then you are a piece of shit slut," Alice said. "Maybe your mother is a whore. How much money does your mother earn as a whore, slut?" Bring shook her head, her whole body was starting to shake. "She doesn't . . . she isn't." "Doesn't what, slut?" Alice started to pace the floor. "She doesn't make any money either." "Then you are a piece of shit." Alice stopped. "Where we are going you'd be called white trash." She started to pace the floor. "If you don't have money you aren't . . . oh damn, it's too hard to explain." She leaned against the wall. "Who are you?" "Cupcake . . . slut." Bring stared at the ceiling. Peter studied Alice. "Good girl." Alice whispered. "And what are you going to do for us?" Bring shook her head. "You are going to make money for us. Men are going to pay money to fuck you. Tomorrow night you are going to be on your hands and knees in some alley behind some bar and men are going to give us money to fuck your ass." Alice looked closely at Peter. "We'll make sure they use condoms at first, until Belinda is broken in, won't we dear?" Peter watched Alice. "You're worth a lot of money to us, slut. You're young, you're pretty, you're clean." Alice stood and started to pace. "After a while it won't matter. Men will still fuck you, condoms or not. You'll make money for us giving blowjobs in men's restrooms during conventions, but that's to look forward to, isn't it sweet bee? You have years and years to look forward to that, don't you, slut?" Alice stood away from the wall. "I need a fuck." She spoke as if she were exhausted. She drew off her dress and walked over to the bed and bag. She got out two quarters and lay them on the sheet. She got out a dildo and harness, looked sharply at Peter. "You're not up to this right now, are you?" He shook his head. "Thought not." She put the harness on and walked over to Bring. She pulled out the beer bottle and put it aside. Alice leaned over and stuck the quarters into the congealing semen on Bring's breasts. "You're starting to earn money already, cupcake." Alice felt around Bring's labia. "For some reason she's dry, Peter, I'll need lubricant." Peter got a package of lubricant out of Bring's bag, tore it open and handed it to Alice, then sat down on the bed and stared at her. She glanced at him, turned away. Alice worked quietly at Bring, fucking her. Bring still shook, her eyes were shut. Her body was taut, but at the same time limp on the bed under Alice. Bring's head moved as if she was still saying no. Alice finally stopped, withdrew, picked up the beer bottle as if to put it back in Bring, put it down instead. Alice took off the harness, laid it on the bed. "I need a shower," she said. She walked into the bathroom and in a minute Bring and Peter heard the shower running. Peter got up off the bed, walked around to Bring and looked down at her. He started to touch her leg, but was afraid it would start Bring shaking even more. He went to the dresser, started to take off his clothes, too. When done, he went into the bathroom and shut the door, turned on the fan. Alice sat in the tub crying. Even though the shower water was turning cold, she did not move from under it. She heard Peter, peered up. He turned off the water. Alice said, "Oh, I love you two so much. I hope you can forgive me." She was shaking like Bring in the other room. Peter sat down on the floor next to the tub, leaned over the tub and gathered her to him. "I'm sorry," he said. His hand drew some of her hair away from her face. "Three years. Until tonight, it was impossible to imagine any more how long those three years were." "Come out, you're cold." Peter started to lift her. Alice shook her head. "What am I going to do?" "Come out and get dry." "We're not done yet, you know." "I guessed that." Alice stood and Peter wrapped his arms around her, reached over, took a towel from the rack, and draped it across her shoulders. Alice looked shyly at him, he leaned and kissed her. "I'm all right," she said through her tears. "I love you and Bring," he said. "I wish I understood what was happening." Peter rearranged Bring's bindings after he took her into the bathroom. She was still shaking. She would not look at him. Afterward, he made her lie on her side, tying her ankles together and her wrists to her collar. He placed her two quarters in her hand and closed it. He bent down and kissed her cheek. She flinched. "Goodnight cupcake," he said.
The only light in the motel room was from a streetlight through the blinds. Peter and Alice lay curled on the floor, Alice's back into Peter. Peter thought; his mind raced, even though he still felt numb. Alice was quiet next to him. She ran her fingers along his arm for a time, then was still. They got up at three and got things together to leave. Peter took bags out to the van. Alice sat next to Bring, ran the back of her hand along Bring's side. "Ready slut?" Bring stared at her. "Good." Alice untied Bring's ankles. Peter came over and together they stood Bring up, steadied her, and walked her out of the room to the back of the van. Peter climbed in the van, turned and faced Bring. "Kneel in the van, Alice won't let you fall." Bring brought one knee up, started to topple, Alice held her. "Now the other knee," Peter said. Bring lifted her other knee and fell forward. "I have you. Relax." They got her into the van; then they made her get on her knees and move to the front several feet. Alice took one of Bring's ankles and tied it to the tool shelf on one side of the van. The other ankle was tied to the other side. Peter untied Bring's hands and made her lean forward and rest on her arms. He tied one wrist to the tool shelf, the other wrist to the shelf on the other side of the van. Alice said to Peter, "I think the men will like the presentation." She patted Bring's rump. "What do you think, slut?" She patted Bring again. "No answer?" Alice looked at Peter. "I think she's shivering with anticipation." She patted Bring. "Aren't you, slut?" Bring nodded as if she had no strength left. She was crying again. Alice and Peter got in their seats. Peter backed out of his parking spot and drove out of the parking lot. Alice turned back to look at Bring. "We're going to set up shop and the slut gets to choose where she will be broken in. Aren't we nice?" Alice paused. "Aren't we nice to you, slut?" Bring quickly nodded her head. "I'm glad you realize that." Alice turned around and faced the road. About an hour later the van stopped. Bring could hear the noise of many engines. Harsh light filled the van. She heard someone talking, then realized Alice was speaking to her. "Here? Do you want to be broken in here?" Alice laughed. "Truckers are so appreciative of new meat." She turned to watch Bring. "Here? No? Well, we did say you get a choice." Alice turned back to the front. "I guess the slut expects us to move." Peter started up the van, drove it a few feet forward, stopped it. "How about here? Is this the spot you want, slut?" Bring started to cry. "Boy, she's picky. I guess this spot isn't right either." Peter started the van and moved it a few feet back. He stopped the van and turned around, "How about here?" he asked. Bring nodded her head. "What?" Alice said. "Here," Bring said. "What?" "Please, I don't know what you want. Here. Please." "What?" Alice's voice was louder. "I don't know what you want." Bring started to shake again. "It's not what I want slut." "Here. Please. I don't know. Here. Please." "I'm getting angry," Alice said. "Here. Please. Fuck me. Here. Please." She peered up at Alice. "I'm a slut. Here. I don't know." "Good girl." Alice turned to face Peter. "Time to drum up clientele." Alice and Peter opened their doors and got out. The clunk of their doors closing sounded final. A few minutes later the back doors opened and Bring felt someone climb into the van. She felt them jam themselves against her, lie on top of her. She felt them stroke her breast, then saw two dice fall in front of her, a card held in front of her face. Peter's voice in her ear said, "Change card," then he climbed off. Bring started to sob, was shaking and sobbing when Alice and Peter untied her hands. Peter patted her side, said, "We're going home." She heard Peter and Alice get into their seats, their doors shut, the motor start and the van moved forward. She thought she heard Alice crying in the front seat, but that couldn't be so. Bring did not remember much of the drive back to the motel, getting out of the van and going back into the room. Lying back on the bed, alone. The past few hours were still exploding in her mind. Bring woke and saw daylight for the first time in her life. She started to cry again. Peter got up off the floor, stood watching her. "That was hard, wasn't it?" Bring nodded not looking at him. "It was hard for Alice, too." Peter took a step toward the bed. "Want breakfast? No. Okay." He sat down by the side of the bed. "Martha and the others thought I needed help in orange so they asked Alice." Peter took a piece of paper off the bedstand. "Alice left a note for you." He handed it to Bring, stood and went to the dresser. "Croissants and hot chocolate here, any time you want." Bring got up and went into the bathroom. She turned on the light. She sat on the stool. She decided finally she would read the note. The note said: "I love you so much, Belinda. I pray that you will forgive me some day. Alice."
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