Breaking Dawn, Prostitution School

You are an average overweight, nerdy, ugly, middle aged man who comes to Vegas for a conference. As you walk down the strip, a Mexican guy who doesn't speak English thrusts a card into your hand with a picture of an extremely beautiful young naked girl. She can be in your room in 15 minutes for just thirty bucks. You call the number and to your surprise, a young and very beautiful girl, similar in appearance to the girl on the card, shows up and is willing to fuck you. Of course, its going to cost you more then thirty bucks. Ever wonder why such a beauty would be with such a beast?

Well, either that girl is an amateur or a professional. Now by amateur, I don't mean she doesn't know how to fuck. That doesn't take much skill. I mean she is an independent hooker who is working for herself. Her mindset is to make money and as much as possible. She will tell herself that she is in control. She chooses who she fucks and what she does with her John. To some extent, that is true. But, ultimately if she doesn't fuck you, she doesn't make money. So, she'll do something with everyone. Just not necessarily everything with everyone.

On the other hand, there's a professional hooker. She has a completely different motivation for coming to your hotel room and putting your dick inside herself. You see, she is there to make money for her pimp. That's an entirely different motivation. If you want her to take it up the ass without lube, bareback, and then suck your dick clean after you shoot your load up her anus, the answer is of course she would love to do that! Her motivation is to bring money back to Daddy. If you ask a pimp what you can do with his whore, the answer is never yes or no. Its a price. A well trained professional hooker will respond to your request that she suck your shit covered dick with a price that would please her daddy.

Now you may ask, where does a pimp go about finding such a well trained prostitute who is willing to do that sort of thing? Well, that's where I come in. You see, most pimps will bring their bitches to my hooker school to give them the right sort of attitude. I'll give you an example by telling you about two of my more recent students, Dawn and Kali.

Dawn and Kali lived in a small mid-west town. They were both in their mid-teens and rather attractive. Dawn was from a broken home. Her mom worked at the local diner and then bar tended at night. Dawn was basically a good kid, got good grades, etc. So far, she had two boyfriends. Her first boyfriend lasted only a few weeks. He kept pressuring her to have sex and Kali, her best friend, kept trying to convince her to try it. Finally Dawn agreed to give her boy a blowjob, but he wasn't allowed to cum in her mouth. She didn't even undress. She pulled his pants down and put it in her mouth. It tasted disgusting to her. She tried her best to put up with it and suck it. After a few minutes she tasted a splash of cum blast into the back of her throat. She immediately yanked the dick out of her mouth and started coughing and spitting the cum out. That was the end of her first boyfriend. She agreed to do it with her second boyfriend, but she made him wear a condom when she sucked his dick. It was either that or a hand job. She had taken her shirt off and let him play with her tits, but that's as far as it would go.

Kali on the other hand came from a regular family. She was also basically a good kid, but was at that age where she wanted to explore life and was pushing the boundaries with her parents. Her mother felt she was at the end of her rope and she couldn't control Kali. Really? I'll have no problem making sure she always calls her daddy if she's going to be home late. Trust me, you can't get her to clean her room but I'll get her to clean my cock. I laugh when I hear parents say they can't control their kids. That is a problem with the parents, not the kids. Unlike Dawn, Kali had a steady boyfriend and she fucked him regularly. As is often the case, she was a bad influence on Dawn and always trying to get her to participate in her exploration of what life had to offer.

One night, Kali got Dawn to climb out her bedroom window and the two went to a keg party. They were both wasted in no time and when the cops showed up they were too drunk to get away. Both Dawn and Kali's parents were pissed off beyond belief. The girls were both grounded for two months and had all of their favorite possessions taken from them. Dawn's mom even took her hot cloths away and make her go to school in baggy jeans. The girls were miserable and Kali had a plan. They'd get fake IDs, bus tickets, move to a big city and get jobs and live life the way they wanted. Normally Dawn was the one with a good head on her shoulders, but her mom had gone too far. She started to listen to Kali's plan day after day and her explanation that if they got caught, what more could their parents do to them. It seemed to make sense. They were only two weeks into their two month punishment and Dawn knew she couldn't last that long. So one day, they connected with some guy at school who helped them get fake IDs made. The next day, they were on the greyhound bus heading to Vegas rather then going to school. They'd be half way across the country before their parents even knew they were missing.

I don't know if you ever took a greyhound bus, but it was a two day ride to Vegas from the mid west because those buses stop all over the place. By the time they got to town, the two girls had already blown through half the two hundred bucks they had planned to start their new life with. They really had underestimated what life costs. They had spent a hundred just eating three squares a day at the various bus stops along the way. When they got off the bus in Vegas, they were an obvious mark. Damon spotted them immediately and knew they'd be good additions to his stable. He walked right up to them in his smooth pimp way and started a chat. He promised them he could show them the town, take them to some great parties and knew a place they could stay for free. It seemed like a dream come true for these two young girls. They were in his car and on the road. He brought them right to me and my hooker school. Girls, this here looks like a warehouse but inside there's a wild rave party goin' on. Mr Ron will take us to the party. Me and Damon show'd them the way downstairs. I own a nice warehouse in a part of town where no ones around most of the time. No nosy neighbors and big cement buildings that no one can hear you screaming in. Anyway, we took the bitches down to the basement and we separated them and we each shoved one of the girls into the room and locked the big metal doors. Damon would be back in a few weeks to pick up his new bitches, once they graduated from my school.

The first stage in the process involves breaking them. There are two objectives. The first objective is to totally break them emotionally. You see, females link sex with emotion. They need to dissociate these two things. By having a traumatic sexual experience, they will separate their emotion. Second, they must learn to obey unconditionally. Fear is the motivator in that case. Now, I'm sure you are thinking I must enjoy doing this because I must be sadistic to take pretty little innocent girls and turn them into nasty whores. Not in the least. Its just my job. I actually dislike this stage of the training. It is often bloody, messy and its kind of unpleasant to have sex with someone who is screaming in your ear as you fuck her.

For the first part of their re-education, I generally put on a neck collar and chain them down to the bed. I'll leave them chained naked to the bed for a few hours before the raping starts just to let their minds work on the situation. I picked Dawn out as the weaker of the two girls and I wanted to do her a few times so Kali would hear the screams and let the thoughts build in her mind. Dawn was a virgin, so I had the added advantage that it would be a bit painful for her and she would be screaming extra loud. The first time, I just came in and dropped my cloths. She saw my naked dick in my hand as I stroked it near her face. She had a pretty good idea what was going to happen as she started to beg and plead. My only response was I'm gonna fuck you bitch. When I was good and hard, I told her to spread her legs. As I anticipated, she didn't comply. Time for her first beating. It didn't take too much to get her to give in. Her face was a bit bloody and bruised, but that would heal way before Damon picked her up to work the streets. She stopped fighting and spread her legs a bit. She just laid there crying her eyes out. No one had ever laid a hand on her pretty little head before. I got on top, put some lube on my prick and drove it into her. She let out a scream you wouldn't believe. I fucked the crap out of her and finished by shooting my load into her pretty little cunt. I came back every few hours and fucked her until she stopped screaming. She was easily broken.

Next it was Kali's turn. Having heard the screaming and sobbing from the room next door all night she had already decided to not fight me. That's actually not a good thing, cause a bitch has to be broken. If she decides to cooperate, she might decide not to cooperate later. She needs to learn to obey the man. I had to be particularly brutal with her. Since she was cooperating, I made her start by sucking my dick. She was doing a pretty good job, but I pulled her off by the hair and beat her and told her to do it right. I then started fucking her. She just laid there and took it, so I told her I was going to fuck her in the ass. I told her to beg me to fuck her in the ass and make it hurt. Finally, she didn't cooperate. I beat her good until she begged me to fuck her up the ass and make it hurt. And fuck her up the ass and make it hurt I did. If you've been paying attention, you already know what was next on her plate. Suck it clean bitch. Luckily her ass had some loose shit in it. My dick got nice and dirty for her. She again refused so I beat her again and again until she dropped to her knees. By now the shit stains were dry on my limp cock. I made her suck it until I got hard again and shot a load in her mouth. When she swallowed upon command.

She had obedience down, but I don't think she had been emotionally broken yet. She was just cooperating to get through it. The next time I fucked her, I took her to a room I had setup for more difficult students. I chained her in the doggie position and put a bowl of water down in front of her. I took a piss in the water and told her to drink it. She hesitated, then took a little sip. Lick it like a dog, I commanded. She obeyed, but I could tell she wasn't broken. I got behind her and started fucking her. I then pushed her head under the water. That got her struggling and choking for air. I'd let her up to breath, but told her I wanted to fuck her dead body. I had to make her believe I was seriously going to kill her. It was working, she started to beg. At some point, she passed out. I just pulled her head up by the hair and continued to fuck her until I came. I repeated that procedure a dozen times over the next few days until she got to the point she stopped begging and no longer cared if she died. She was broken too.

The goal of the second stage is to get the girl use to being sexually used all the time and to get her hooked on drugs so that she has proper future motivation. This is actually the stage of training I most enjoy. On the one hand, she will comply with your demands. On the other hand, she's generally not liking it too much. For some reason, that turns me on. At the later stages, she just won't give a fuck and will do whatever you command without it even bothering her.

I use just the right combination of speed and heroin so that the girl is neither tweaked out or zoned out. Using both drugs also gives the girl both a physical addition and a mental addiction. When I'm done, she's gotta be willing to do everything for her next shot. I also use a mix of pain pills, Xanex, Ecstasy, and a little LSD in between to get the girls use to having sex on command. Ultimately, you want the girl to think nothing of having sex with someone. It shouldn't be something she fears or feels bad about. It should be as easy as washing your hand. Just something you do that is a part of life. Something you do because at the end of the day daddy will give you your drugs. You want her mind to get lost in the pleasure, then clear but without anxiety and then when she's done fucking she gets her reward. Just like training a dog in some sense. I guess that's why they call them bitches.

The final stage is to lock in the obedience and make sure she's totally desensitized to sex. You gotta train that bitch to do every sex act imaginable. They've got to have seen it all and done it all willingly to graduate. In the earlier stages, I try to identify what particular hangups a girl might have. When I can get them to do anything without hesitation, I know they are ready for the streets. I knew Dawn was broken when she sucked my dick, swallowed it down, looked up and smiled pretty for the customer and thanked me for letting her suck my dick.

It was still a week before Damon would be back to pick up his hookers, so now that they were trained, I passed the time having three ways with them both.