1. Trafficked Love Ch. 19


    Date: 7/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Body modification, Discipline, Hardcore, Job/Place-of-work, Male Domination, Non-Erotic, Prostitution, Reluctance, Slavery, Stockholm Syndrome, Violence, Written by women, Author: ObedientAngel, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter Nineteen: The Birthday Brand Silently, Rich sat on the edge of the bed and watched Angel as she slept. She seemed peaceful, but Rich knew better than to believe that. Angel had always suffered from bad nightmares that terrorized her so badly that many nights she would thrash and even hurt herself in her sleep. Rich remembered the beginning of their relationship, when he first brought Angel to his home. At the time, he was living with another pimp, and that pimp’s girls, Angel was tense around them. Frank had always kept her away from the other girls, so Angel never knew how to interact with them. The girls frequently teased her, and so Angel spent most of her spare time in the bedroom she shared with Rich. But in time, Rich pulled her from her shell. He instructed her what to do with a client, and taught her the ways of the life. For a while, he would wait on her as she serviced men. He’d park down the street and watch the house, just in case trouble happened. That was then. Now Angel was twelve years older, more stubborn, more cold, more lifeless. Rich knew the fire in her was still there, but the life had drained her. +-+-+ Angel let out a soft groan as she woke. Her body was tense and stiff, like every morning. It would seem easy to just lay there and let men do what they will with a girl’s body, but the life called for more from her physical shell than one would think. Many clients would beat the girl, force her to do things that she did not want to do, put her ...
    in physically uncomfortable positions, all of which drained her energy, and took a toll on her body. She was always bruised, muscles sore and stressed, and her body was slowly giving up on her. Angel lifted herself from the bed, and rummaged through a pile of clothes until she found a pair of grey denim shorts and a black sports bra. She quickly slipped into the clothes and walked down the hall to the bathroom, rubbing her tired eyes. She opened the bottle of mouthwash and took a quick swig before replacing the cap and wiggling out of her shorts to sit on the toilet. Sleepily, she swished the mouthwash as she did her business. When she finished, she flushed the toilet, spat out the mouthwash, and washed her hands, cupping handfuls of water to rinse her mouth. Downstairs, she found Rich in the kitchen, standing over the stove. When he caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye, he turned to glance at her quickly and nodded towards the table. “Sit down,” he mumbled around the cigarette that hung from the corner of his mouth. Obediently, and still only half awake, Angel sat, running her fingers through her hair. A cup of coffee slid across the table at her, and she stared at it for a moment, her brain processing what it was, and what it was for. The toaster dinged, and Angel jumped, having not noticed that it was even on and in use. A moment later, a plate of scrambled eggs and two pieces of toast slid across the table at her. Angel stared at the plate, her brain still not ...
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