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  Bill liked the feel of her skin, the sound of each startled whimper exciting him. His clients would love this one, love spanking and exploring her lovely, innocent body. He moved his hands from her hips, twisting her body towards him, wanting to discover her sex. Her tightly clenched thighs could do little to hide her bush, the dark hair abundant, covering her like a forest. He let his fingers brush across the hairs, feeling her tremble from the touch. He pulled a clump of hair, watching the skin pulling outward, her body following. He released the hairs, her body swinging in, his fingers following, this time digging deeper to grip her labia between his fingers, pulling the puffy lips out. Her muffled screams were louder, her movement more pronounced as she bounced around, a natural reaction to the first touch of her most naked sex. He stroked her sex, running his finger down her slit, sliding inward, surprised to find her so wet. Could she be enjoying this? Is it the bondage that did it, or just the natural reaction of a virgin to the first touch? Bill's cock stood out rock hard. It was time to quit or she would no longer be a virgin. She was much more valuable to him than just a quick fuck. No, he needed her to remain a virgin. He moved back and yelled out. “Get out of here before I shoot you!” He threw a chair into the corner, to simulate a commotion, watching Marie's body shake from the loud, sudden noise. “Now, out of town!"

  He went down to the floor next to Marie. Finally, he pulled back the blindfold from her eyes. “Are you alright, Marie? Did they rape you?"

  It took a second to get used to the light, finding herself staring at Bill. He was always trying to get Marie to sell her body for him. Strange that it was he that rescued her virginity, the same man that wanted to sell her virginity to the highest bidder. “Thank you, no, they didn't rape me. You came just in time. Thank God.” She waited, his eyes staring down, Marie quickly realizing that she was still naked, his eyes seeming to devour her naked flesh. “Can you untie me?"

  "Sorry. You are so beautiful. I just can't take my eyes off of your pussy,” he said crudely. He let her body down, quickly untying the rope on her wrists and her ankles, but not before he took care of her panties. He stared into her eyes as she lay on the ground on her side, her ankles and wrists still tied together. He slowly reached down for her panties, but not before running his hands over her naked skin. He slowly slid her panties up her thighs, his hands touching her flesh, even brushing across her bush before he pulled them to her waist, seeing the confused look in her eyes as he did. Her body seemed to shudder. When she felt his touch across her dark bush, tiny tremors skipped through her body as the hairs were stimulated.

  Marie pulled her skirt down once her wrists were free, embarrassed at the liberties that Bill took, even after she suffered the humiliation of the men that held her. “Why did you let the men go?"

  "Even with a gun, you never mess with guys bigger than you or with more men than you. Better to let them go. I'll leave you now, you seem to be okay.” He started to get up but was interrupted by Marie.

  "No! Don't go.” She was surprised she said it, but she didn't want to be alone. She was afraid they would come back and finish what they started. Even Bill was better than no protection. “We, we can talk,” she trailed off. We ... we can talk,” she trailed off. “Please stay until my mother comes home. It'll be in three hours. Please, I don't want to be alone, I'm afraid,” she begged.

  Bill thought he might have a chance to convince her to come to work for him. “Okay,” he picked up the chair he had thrown into the corner and sat down. He watched Marie sit down. He watched her with a newfound interest after having seen her half-naked. He loved the dark bush and the virgin sex nestled beneath it. He had just the right person for her, the right person who would pay willingly for her body and her innocence.

  She was embarrassed at the way his eyes watched her. They were not just watching her, they were devouring her and assessing her. Bill looked at Marie as if he could see right through her clothing. They talked small talk for a while, no mention of what just happened, until Marie's nerves finally settled down, her fear lessening.

  "How much longer do you think you and your mother will survive like this, Marie? Before you are raped, or even worse, killed. Your mother is only working part time; you have barely enough to even survive."

  Marie hated to admit it, but he was right. The last two weeks were terrible, both of them barely able to sleep at night, fearing for their life. With the attempted rape, it would be even worse. Marie would even fear for her life during the day. “I don't know,” she responded with tears in her eyes.

  "I could find you a way to make money. A lot of money. You could have enough to find a nice place to live and take care of your mother.” He waited, looking into her eyes, seeing the desperation. He had seen that hundreds of times. Lovely young girls with no choices in life. Their bodies their only asset, the worsening depression giving them no option but to sell their virtue to the highest bidder. That is where Bill came in.

  "I know what you want me to do. You want me to become a prostitute for you. I can't do that. I couldn't sell my body to a long list of strange men each night, pretending to like them as they took me. You'd have me looking old and haggard in a couple of years and I would still not be any better off.” She looked at him defiantly.

  "You know Amy, don't you? You're both about the same age. She went to work for me last month. Her mother and she are living in the commons. They have a nice apartment in one of the brownstones. A nice safe neighborhood. She dresses well, has plenty of food and her mother doesn't have to work."

  So, Amy went to work for Bill. “I still couldn't do that with a bunch of strange men. A life that would never end."

  "What if it wasn't like that? What if it was just for a period of time? And only one man?” Bill looked to see if she showed an interest. Her eyes seem to lighten up a bit.

  "What do you mean?” She tried not to sound too anxious.

  "I have some clients that are looking for a girl. They call them mail-order brides. You wouldn't have to marry them. Just pretend that you are married. It is usually for a year. At the end of that time you would go back to your life."

  "I would get paid for this?"

  "Very handsomely. You could get enough money if you pick the opportunity. Enough for your mother and you to live nicely."

  "The opportunity?"

  "Some men are looking for girls who are willing to accommodate their sexual desires. To willingly submit to them. Some men pay well for the privilege."

  Marie did not want to think about what they would want her to do. “How well would I be paid?” Come on Marie, you're not actually entertaining the thought of doing this. You're not a prostitute.

  "I have one particular client in mind. He would love you, if you were willing of course. I could find a nice apartment for your mother to live in and a full time job with a nice family. At the end of a year, you would be paid the sum of $1,000, a sum of money that could buy a nice house for you and your mother and still have money left over. For college maybe.” He wanted her interested.

  She never thought of it that way. After a year, free to go with enough money to move away. Maybe go back home and buy a house. To forget all of this and start fresh again. “How would I know you wouldn't go back on the deal?"

  Ah, she's interested and still has not asked what would be required of her. “I would deposit the money in trust at a bank, any bank you choose. You would simply have to fulfill the terms of the agreement. During that time, your mother would be living very nicely and, so would you. My client is very wealthy and lives lavishly."

  It was raining harder now outside, the top of the tent beginning to leak into one of the metal cans, the drip-drip becoming monotonous. The air was becoming colder, a quick reminder of the winter fast approaching. The rain would soon switch to snow as nightfall approached, the tent quickly freezing. They barely had any blankets now, the thieves stealing most things of any value. Marie looked at Bill. He did not look like a pimp. After all, he did save her. Some of the other women had talked about him, saying that he was the most decent of all of the pimps. At least you got to keep part of the money you made. Not like some that took all the money and kept the girls broke and even on drugs in some cases. The big question was still unanswered, unasked. “What would I have to do?” She was afraid of the answer.

  "My client, Michael, wants a mail-order bride for a year. Not a typical girl that he would marry forever. No, he wants someone to submit to him for a year. And he wants a fresh girl with no sexual experience who he can train.” He waited, not wanting to give her too much information at one time. Let her acclimate to it a bit at a time.

  "I am a virgin,” she blurted out then quickly realized it sounded as if she were applying for the job.

  "That would have to be determined at the onset of the agreement. A doctor's examination would have to be performed. A very detailed and intimate exam.” Besides the doctor, his client would often invite some of his friends to participate. They enjoyed humiliating a girl. They liked to force her to strip naked and make her hold her own body open in provocative poses while they tested the elasticity of each orifice with a variety of instruments.

  God, that would be embarrassing, Marie had never had a gynecological exam before. In fact, she had never been to a doctor since her body blossomed into womanhood. But, that wasn't the worst of it. She would be forced to perform sexually for this client for a year. “Then what?"

  "My client, Michael, is extremely wealthy. And he is handsome. He is about 45 and could have his pick of the most eligible females in the city. But Michael doesn't want the typical sexual relationship. He desires more, that is why he has contracted me to find a willing girl."

  "More, what could be more?” She almost regretted asking the question, almost afraid of th
e answer.

  "There are many perversities that my client enjoys. Bondage, spanking, oral and anal sex. Michael wants a submissive girl who will cater to his needs. She would have to be willing to let him have his way with her body in any manner that he sees fit.” He waited to see her reaction, her eyes opening wide at the range of perversities, sure that she had never even thought of them before.

  "Bondage? You mean he would tie me up? Anal? Oral?” Why would anyone want to do such things? She thought about being bound again, unable to stop the stripping of her body, unable to stop the person from sexually using her. And her mouth and butt. She already had felt fingers touching her backside, what else would be required?

  "Many men have the desire to tie up a girl and force her to submit. It is very erotic to bind a female in an interesting and provocative display, to keep her held open, so she can only struggle as she is fondled at will. Some females find this very stimulating, Marie. A way to experience new sexual experiences without having consent. And very sexually gratifying. The female body can be forced to climax while bound, often numerous times.” Bill enjoyed Marie's response. Her eyes going wide as she blushed hard and looked down. He would love to have a chance at her body, to force her to feel orgasm after orgasm.

  She couldn't help remembering that she had felt herself getting wet when the robbers bound her. She had become aroused although she was disgusted and scared by what they then tried to do to her, especially when the one forced his penis into her mouth. “My mouth and butt too?” Marie could not look at Bill when she asked. She knew the answer, or figured she did.

  "There is nothing more erotic than a woman on her knees, her mouth wrapped around your cock sucking it as her eyes stare up at you, Marie. Or to fuck her mouth as you would a pussy, pumping your cock in and out. And the intensity of anal sex, the hot, tight back passage, involuntarily clenching as you push your cock deep into the bowels of the girl.” Bill was almost ready to cum, just talking to Marie like this made him rock hard. He forced himself to ignore the temptation of her reaction. He heard her innocent, startled gasp but returned to his proposition. “Just, think of the good life your mother would have, Marie. Even you, after a year, you would be free to do as you desire, your mother and yourself well off."

  "I would be too embarrassed to face my mother after all of that,” she said in a hushed, trembling voice.

  At least she was still considering it. “There is another part of the agreement to take care of that. Your mother is still a very attractive woman. Once you have passed the physical examination, you mother would have to submit to my client, submit sexually while you watch. It is difficult to fault the things that you will have done if she has done the same things. She will be bound, stripped naked and her body sexually used by my client. I'm sure Michael will enjoy the added pleasure that your mother will give him. And the humiliation of having to perform in front of her own daughter will be priceless, forever silencing any outrage over your actions. After all, she would be getting a better life because of you; she should also have to give up something in return."

  Marie had never thought of her mother in a sexual sort of way, it was just something that never crossed her mind. You never think of your mother having a sexual need or desire. But Brenda was still young, having had Marie at an early age. And she did have a good body, hard work and lack of food keeping her slim and shapely. What would it be like to see her mother engaged in sex? “I don't know if she would consent to that."

  "I'll be frank with you, Marie. I don't think you and your mother will survive much longer. Winter is coming quickly and you barely escaped being raped once. I don't think you will be so lucky next time. If you are going to give up your virginity, it might as well be worthwhile. This depression is still getting worse. You at least have your body to barter with. Do it while you still can. You think about it and talk to your mother. But hurry, I will take the first girl that my client is agreeable to. There are many other girls just like you, some more willing to agree."

  "What are you doing here?” Marie's mother's voice rocked the small room.

  "Hold on, Mom,” Marie quickly exclaimed. “He's here because I asked him to stay. We were robbed and Bill came in just in the nick of time. They had me bound and were about to rape me. I was still scared so I asked him to stay until you got home."

  Brenda looked around the room, their meager possessions gone, just a few pots and pans and linen left. She rushed over to the box opened on the floor; the last of her jewelry was gone. She rushed over to hug her daughter, feeling her still trembling. “Are you okay?"

  "Yes, Momma. Thanks to Bill."

  Brenda knew Bill was a pimp, one of the biggest in the town. Marie had told her of his constant propositions to work for him. Yet she was grateful, at least her daughter was safe. “I'm sorry, thanks for saving my daughter. And for taking care of her until I got home.” She turned to Marie. “They took the last of our money. I won't get paid for another week."

  "I'll be going now. Good day, Brenda. Hope to hear from you soon, Marie.” Bill quickly left, not wanting or expecting an answer. He knew if Marie was going to agree to his offer, it would be soon. Better for him to exit while they were desperate and make the women come to him. And they were the most desperate they could be right now.

  "I don't know what we are going to do now, Marie,” Brenda was losing all hope.

  "I don't want to be by myself, Momma, I'm scared. It was terrible to be bound. They tied my wrists to my ankles and pulled me into the air. One of them was touching my sex; the other was rubbing his thing all over my face. He finally stuck it into my gagged mouth. If Bill didn't come in, they would have raped me. They already had my panties down and were touching my naked sex."

  "There is only one thing left to do, Marie. I will talk to Bill tomorrow and see if I can go to work for him. I know you don't want me to, but there is no other way. We are desperate. At least that way I can find you a safe place.” Brenda was desperate, desperate enough to sell her body to support her daughter. She was still attractive, sure that Bill would be able to find men willing to pay to have sex with her.

  "I think you are right, Momma,” Marie agreed, trying to be adult, but scared of what she was about to say and do. “But not you, Momma. Bill wants me."

  "What do you mean, he wants you? Is that what he was talking about when he left?"

  "Yes, but it is not what you think it is."

  "Oh, you mean you wouldn't have to have sex with men for money,” Brenda said sarcastically.

  "Sort of."

  "You can't sort of have sex. You either have it or not. Which is it?"

  "Bill has a wealthy client that wants a virgin. A virgin like me. He wants her for a year. During that time, you would have a nice apartment. When the year is up, we would have enough money to do as we please. A thousand dollars. We could leave and go back home. No one would ever know.” She looked into her mother's eyes, trying to determine what she was thinking. She saw the desperation, never noticing it before.

  "I couldn't let you do that. I would forever see the image in my mind that I made my daughter sell her body."

  "It involves you also. You would have to consent to have sex with him first.” Now came the hard part, explaining what would be required of them sexually.

  "I could do that for my daughter. Maybe I could convince him to take me instead of you.” She thought she could stand it. She would just close her eyes and try to block it out of her mind while it was happening.

  "There's more, Momma.” She took a deep breath. “I told you he wants a virgin. They want you to have sex with him in front of me, so you couldn't ever be ashamed of me. And they want to have sex with you, while you are bound.” She held her breath, waiting for her answer.