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fuck my mouth I attempted to focus on a good memory, a memory of our last football game where I’m at the top of the pyramid and then begin to fall backwards and into the awaiting arms of my teammates. The memory played out in my mind as if in slow motion. I didn’t know then, but that became my “go -to” memory for the weeks to follow. It was easier to block out the abuse with a happy memory than allow myself to focus on the horrors around me.
    “I want you to swallow my cum slave, always. Understand?” The Boss’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. “Slaves always swallow unless told otherwise.”
    He paused his thrusts and gripped the back of my head by my hair, pulling so hard I yelped although the sound was muffled by his cock filling my mouth.
    “I said, do you understand?”
    I nodded and he resumed his thrusts, pounding into my mouth. I found myself thankful he wasn’t huge otherwise I was sure I’d be vomiting around his dick and wouldn’t even want to think about the punishment that would come with puking on him. With a low groan and final thrust he released, filling my mouth with his appalling, salty seed.
    I gagged, closing my eyes tight and trying to control my gag reflex as I swallowed. It was so gross and vile-tasting and tears began to stream down my cheeks. I hated myself for the tears, but couldn’t help it.
    Once he was finished unloading he pulled out of my mouth and tucked himself away. “Bad, really bad. We’re going to have to work on that.”
    I wasn’t sure if I should be insulted or not. It was pretty hard to put any effort into it when the whole act was one of the most degrading experiences of my life and quite literally made me ill. What in the hell did he expect? 
    “I’d be happy to, Sir,” Tanner offered eagerly from behind me.
    The Boss was silent a moment. “You know what, I’m going to get Lance to work with this one. It’s about time he gets more involved in the process. She seems docile enough that she’ll be the perfect first for him.”
    The goon behind me was silent a moment; I got the suspicion that he wanted me for himself. I wasn’t too sure who Lance was, but prayed he was at least somewhat compassionate. I scoffed at myself at the thought that anyone who worked for the organization could be compassionate. Only the coldest of animals could do what these men were doing.
    “So to be clear. No one touches her. Not even for her to suck your cock. The only ones to touch her are myself and Lance.”
    A reluctant, “Yes, Sir,” was muttered from behind me.
    “Good. Take her back to her cell.”
    Tanner gave my leash a tug. I rose to my feet and like a dutiful pet trotted along behind him.
     
    ~*~*~*~*~
     
    I was sent back into my cell and oh-how-lucky me, it happened to be dinnertime, although dinner was the last thing on my mind. Each of us was given what appeared to be a microwaved television dinner and a bottle of water. After our captors left, closing the door behind them, I twisted off the cap of the water and took a hearty drink.
    “Don’t drink it all down, girl. We’re only given four bottles each day. We could be dying of dehydration and they don’t give a shit.”
    Looking down at my bottle I realized it was already halfway gone and groaned. Half a bottle of water with a whole meal – if I could call it that – and hours to go before I got more wasn’t much.
    I looked over at the black woman in the cell next to me and offered her a tight smile. “Thank you. I’m Gwen by the way.”
    The other woman returned my smile. “Becca.”
    “I thought we couldn’t talk?”
    “They’re lenient at meal times. I think they must be eating as well. Pretty sure no one mans the door right now.”
    “Then if we wanted to escape…”
    Becca laughed as she grabbed a piece of brown meat from her tray – could be steak, hard to say. “Good luck with that, girl. The only way girls get out of here other than by the hands of their buyers is dead.” She