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This story is of adult nature. If you not 18 years old or older, you must not
continue. The story contains graphic descriptions of violence, rape and other
unpleasantness. Please do not read if you are not of legal age.









Part-time

Corey wanted to be an actress more than anything. Only 22, she had left her
small town home and ventured out to the big city right after high school. She
had always been told she would be a great actress. She certainly had the looks:
5'6" tall and 125 lbs with blonde hair, hazel eyes and an athletic figure. She
certainly had no trouble filling the local theater when she was performing. But
more than her looks, she knew she could act, if only she could catch a break.
Her first month in Los Angeles quickly showed her how difficult it would be to
achieve that goal. As she walked out of her fifth agency after an even more
abrupt turndown, she knew she would have to spend some time and a lot of money
to establish a legitimate name in the business. She sat in her car and looked
at the flyer from a headshot studio. $1,000 for good pictures. She sat back and
thought about the acting classes at UCLA. Corey needed money, and a lot of it. 
     As she pulled into her driveway and got out, she ran into her neighbor.
Cindy was about the same age, young and beautiful. She never seemed to need
money and drove an expensive car to prove it. Corey smiled as they met at the
walkway.
     "Hi, Cindy," Corey said. "Can I ask you a question?"
     Cindy beckoned her neighbor into her downstairs apartment. "Sure, Corey.
Been looking for new headshots," she asked as she set the groceries down on the
counter.
     "Yeah, just another thing in the long list of expenses. I need money,"
Corey said, desperation filling her eyes. "I don’t mean to be forward, but you
always seem to have plenty of money. How do you do it?"
     Cindy smiled and hesitated. Obviously the answer was something deeply
private. But she only needed to look into her neighbor’s eyes to see that this
girl needed help. "I’m afraid I might shock you with the answer, Corey." She
took a seat beside her on the couch, trying to judge just how much to tell her.
"I’ve been working for an escort agency. They pay well if you are willing to
‘cooperate’, if you know what I mean." Obviously, she didn’t know.
     "Look, Cindy. I’m pretty desperate here. I came out to L.A. with some
savings but I’ve pretty much burned through it. If I don’t get some type of job
soon I won’t make rent, much less have money to pursue my acting. On top of
that, I need to spend about $10,000 for acting classes and headshots." Cindy
could see the desperation in Corey’s eyes. 
     "Ok, I’ll let you in on this. But you cannot tell anybody, even if it
upsets you," Cindy looked hard into her friend’s eyes. "Can I trust you?"
     "Yes, I promise." Cindy stood up and retrieved an L.A. Xpress magazine, a
local listing of adult services, from the coffee table. She flipped to a back
page to a large ad for an escort agency. It advertised young ladies for
companionship. "This is the agency I do work with. It’s usually part-time and I
can chose when to work. I make anywhere from $75 to $150 a date, which can last
for three hours."
    "That doesn’t sound like much," Corey murmured as she examined the ad. 
    "Well, it’s a start," again she tried to judge the level her friend was
willing to go for. "That base rate is the least involved date possible."
    "How can I earn more?"
     "Corey, I’m not sure you’re ready for anything else. It can get pretty
rough out there."
     Corey looked her friend in the eye with a stern set. "I need to make
money. I’ve had sex before, if that’s what it takes."
     Cindy smiled and patted her hand. "Ok, I’ll set up an interview."

     Corey smoothed her dress as she waited outside the door. Her first
assignment had been this house somewhere in the Palisades. She reexamined the
short silk dress she had chosen for the night. Her breasts stood out nicely
against the smooth material, her semi-hard nipples poking nicely forward. She
knew she looked strikingly beautiful, with her blonde hair hanging seductively
to the middle of her bare back. 
     It took only a few moments before the door was opened, revealing a
handsome man. He beckoned her in with a wave as she examined him. Handsome,
about 35, he had the good looks and gentle smile of a wonderful first client.
After a few pleasantries, she was led toward the living room. Corey allowed him
to slip the thin straps off her shoulders, letting the dress drop from her
body. Only her garter belt, hose and a lacy G-string clung to her body. Her
firm, round breasts offset her thin waist. Her client beckoned her to kneel in
front of him and she immediately unzipped his fly, pulling out his hard penis.
She began licking carefully as his hands rested on the back of her head.

     By the fifth client, Corey was getting impatient. She was making money,
but to date only $800 sat in the bank. The school year was approaching and the
agencies would only wait so long before moving on to the next young beauty. She
sat down with Cindy during lunch and expressed her concern.
     "It’s not fast enough, Cindy. Can I make any more money at this?"
     "Well, the only way you can is by providing certain fetishes. The more
extreme you are willing to go for, the more it pays."
     "Like what are we talking about? Dressing up in some leather and spanking
old men?"
     "That’s cheap. I’m talking about getting tied up and letting men spank and
whip you. It can get pretty rough, but it pays very well."
     "How much?"
     "Well, at the lowest level, where you simply get spanked, you make $300 a
session." Corey seemed disappointed. "Of course, if you’re willing to go much
farther, you can make up to $2,000 a session, or more."
     Corey’s eyes lit up at the mention of that much money. "Ok, say I wanted
to get $2000. What would I have to do?"
     "Well, first it usually is an all night thing. You would usually report to
a house or private dungeon and stay there until late morning."
     "Big deal. But what would I have to do?" Corey was almost too eager, but
Cindy knew if she didn’t tell her, she would go to management and never get the
real story. The owner of the escort agency was always looking for girls who
where willing to go to this level. Most where too afraid to even ask.
     "Have you ever been tied up before?"
     "Sure. I had a boyfriend who would tie me to the bed for sex. No big
deal."
     Cindy laughed. "No, Corey. This isn’t playing with a boyfriend. These guys
are going to be really rough with you."
     "I can take it."
     "Can you take being covered in thick latex from head to toe, a rubber ball
stuffed into your mouth and your arms bound behind you so tight that your
elbows touch?" She could see that this wasn’t what Corey expected. Never a
better time to scare her away from it. "These guys will suspend you by the
wrists then whip you until your body is covered with welts. Sure, they can’t
actually damage you permanently, but some tortures can be hidden. I had one
friend who went for this stuff. She was forced, one evening, to balance herself
on a large dildo shoved up her ass while she had her breasts whipped with a
leather tarse. That’s the kind of thing to expect, and worse." Corey was silent
as she tried to make sense of this bizarre scene. Cindy was almost angry. She
knew that this 22 year old could hardly make decisions like this for herself.
She had seen it happen to others and she didn’t want her friend to fall through
the same hole. But Corey’s face re-hardened.
    "I’m willing to try it. At least I can do it a few times then quit when I
have enough money." Cindy could only shake her head.
     "It’s not that easy, Corey."

     For the first time, Corey was scared. Her first night as a sex slave had
started ok. She had shown up at a large mansion where she was escorted inside.
The young maid led her into a side room where she was asked to strip. As she
slipped out of her clothes, Corey examined the girl beside her. She appeared to
be barely 19 herself.  She was brunette, with a beautiful figure and long, lean
legs. Her calves where enhanced by the six inch heeled pumps she wore on her
feet. Corey was intrigued by the thin latex dress the girl wore. Stretched
across her chest and just over her butt, the material seemed to be part of her
skin. Once undressed, the maid slipped behind Corey and pulled her arms back
behind her back. She could feel the cool leather strap circle her elbows and
they where slowly drawn together. She gasped at the last few inches, her
shoulders pulled back harshly and her breasts pushed forward, but the maid did
not stop until her elbows where firmly strapped together. A similar strap held
her wrists together as well. Next, a thick leather collar was placed around her
neck and locked into position. She wanted to complain it was too tight, but she
had been warned not to speak without permission. She could feel the maid’s hand
on top of her head, encouraging her to tilt her chin up. A large, red rubber
ball was pressed against her teeth and forced between them. The ball was far
too large to fit between her jaw, but the maid persisted until the rubber
flexed just enough to fit inside. Corey could feel the ball pressing against
the top of her mouth and forcing her tongue against the bottom. She nearly
choked on the rubber as her eyes teared up from the incredible strain on her
jaws. While she adjusted to the pain, the maid turned her blonde hair into a
pony tail. Once finished, Corey could feel something dangling from the end of
her hair. But as she tried to look, struggling to lower head with the wide
collar, she was pushed back onto a short stool. The maid examined her feet and
chose a set of shoes from the closet. Corey tried to complain as she caught
sight of the ballet boots, knowing she had little chance of walking in them.
But no sound escaped her throat and the maid lifted one, then the other foot
and strapped on the torturous shoes. A short six inch chain connected to rings
on each boot, holding her pointed feet close together. A short leash connected
to her collar and the maid pulled her up. As Corey’s weight rested on her toes,
she could feel her feet being crushed by the pointed end of the thick rubber
boots. She tried to fight, determined to sit back down, but the maid forcefully
pulled Corey forward on her toes and led her out of the room.
     By the time they made their way to the living room, tears of pain streamed
down Corey’s face. Each step crushed her toes further and her shoulders had
begun a slow ache. For a moment, during the painful walk, she had caught sight
of herself in a large mirror. She was impressed by the sight, her pussy
dampening as she stared at the captured amazon in the mirror. She was
impressive with the toe shoes, her legs practically sculpted. Her arm bondage
pushed her already impressive breasts out further. She could now see a thin
leather strap laced into her ponytail, dangling just between her ass cheeks,
but she had no time to figure it out.
     Finally they entered the main room, where a group of well dressed men
where waiting. She was led to the center of the room where a chain hung from
the ceiling. A small clamp was connected to the end of the chain, which the
maid slipped into Corey’s nostrils, clamping it onto her septum. The last few
turns drew a scream of pain from the slave girl, but the gag muffled the sound.
The maid pressed a small button on the wall, drawing up the slack until Corey’s
head turned up. She had little choice but to stand there. Her feet shrieked in
pain from there torture but her septum could not handle much pressure either.
New tears poured down her cheeks.
     "Gentleman, this is Corey," the oldest of the men spoke from behind her.
"You will notice her virgin skin. She has never felt the sting of a whip.
Tonight we will indoctrinate her." Corey shivered in fear at his voice,
struggling to see the men around her. She could suddenly feel hands across her
body as they began caressing her skin. Fingers pinched her hard nipples while
others pressed into her pussy and ass. She gasped at this intrusion, but could
do little to complain. After some time, the hands left. The nose chain was
released and she was led toward a new room.
     The dungeon was dark and foreboding. It’s stone walls covered with
implements of torture. She was led to the middle of the room where her arms
where unbound and attached to two chains hanging from the ceiling. The slack
was slowly removed from them until her arms where pulled taught and apart over
her head. Chains connected to her toe shoes began pulling her feet apart, the
chain holding them together removed, until she was hanging from her wrists. She
was now stretched wide in the room, unable to see more than a few feet in front
of her. A smooth layer of sweat covered her body as she waited in anticipation
for what came next. She could see a man, just in the shadows, take position in
front of her. The sounds of another man could be heard behind her. Suddenly,
two whips lashed out and struck her chest and back simultaneously. Corey jerked
in pain from the blow. She looked down to see a wide red welt stretching from
her left breast across to her right side. Without warning, another blow placed
a new welt across her right breast. The pain burned into her soul and new tears
burst from her eyes. She felt dizzy from the pain as this new torture was
forced upon her. She tried to struggle away, but the chains held fast. Her
voice screamed in pain, but the huge gag stopped all sounds. As more and more
strokes fell across her body she knew that this was not the worst. She would be
in this house all night.

     "After the whipping, I was strapped to a low, long pad. My arms where tied
behind me again and my legs where spread wide." Corey continued as she tried to
find a comfortable position to sit. Her ass was a series of red welts. But
Cindy had asked so she was going to hear. "They tied me to this thing so I was
sort of on my knees but bent over too. That strap in my hair was connected to
my elbow strap and pulled back so my face was held forward. I think I must have
swallowed a gallon of cum that way, not to mention how many times I was fucked
in the ass and pussy."
     "It must have been horrible," Cindy cried, trying to comfort her neighbor.
"I told you these guys would be rough."
     "Well, I really had no idea. I guess I won’t be wearing a bikini for a few
weeks!" She laughed for the first time and Cindy joined in. 
     "So you’ve gotten this out of your system, I hope," Cindy asked.
     "I don’t know, Cindy," Corey appeared thoughtful, "It was terrifying and
painful, but I made $3,000 that night. That’s hard to beat, no pun intended."
     "You’ve got to be kidding! It was pure torture and you might go back for
more?"
     "I figure I can stand it a couple more times. By then I’ll have enough
money to get back on my feet."
     "You’re crazy."
     "No, just sore."

     The owner called Corey into his office for the first time. They had only
spoken briefly after she got hired, and once before she went to the dungeon
house for the first time. Since then she had been sent on some easy jobs. One
guy had put her into a hog-tie and watched an Outer Limits marathon all night.
Another had put her in a discipline hood, complete with ear plugs and gag.
Corey’s arms where bound behind her. A spreader bar was strapped between her
knees and her ankles where tied together. A strap from the top of the hood was
pulled to tie to her ankles. She was bent backwards harshly but she had no
choice, since the only connection she had with the outer world was the two
breathing tubes stuck up her nose. The guy then spent the night whipping her
pussy. 
     Though the discipline hood was scary, Corey quickly became aroused by both
the bondage and the pussy whipping. She knew she was changing, starting to
enjoy the scene, but she was still driven by money. She knocked on the door and
entered the office.
     "You wanted to see me, sir?"
     "Yes, Corey. Please come in," he gestured to a seat and closed the door
behind her. "I’ve been impressed with your interest in the S&M scene. All your
clients have expressed extreme pleasure with you."
     "Thank you, sir," Corey blushed.
     "No, it’s you I must thank. But I have a proposition for you."
     "Yes?"
      "Do you remember the first house you went to for an S&M client?"
     Corey shuddered at the memory. "Yes, I do."
     "Well, that client has requested you again, but under a set of particular
circumstances."
     "I’m not sure I would care to see that client again, Mr. Stanley." Corey
was afraid of him and his friends, though she couldn’t explain the stirring she
felt in her pussy.
     "Well, let me tell you what he has in mind. First of all, let me tell you
how much he is willing to pay you." 
     "I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m interested."
     "He will pay you $200,000." Corey sat in shock. What could possibly be the
point of paying her so much money? She knew immediately she would consider
almost anything for that sum. The money would take her far beyond her immediate
needs. She would be able to pursue real acting without the distraction of a
regular job. It was more money than she could possibly imagine.
     "What does he want for that money?" 
     Mr. Stanley cleared his throat. "Well, apparently this client was rather
enamored with you. He wants to hire you for a two month period. During this
time you will be his personal slave. You must understand that the only
restrictions he will have on you is not to cause any permanent markings on you.
Beyond that, he will insist on no limits. You will have no safeword and must
obey him completely or bear his chosen punishment. You will be available to him
sexually, and pleasure any other person, man or woman, he sees fit."
     Corey was speechless. Though she was immediately afraid, she knew she
would never get another chance of seeing that kind of money again. She could
still feel that lash marks on her breasts, though the outer marks had longs
since faded. Her eyes rose to meet Mr. Stanley’s.
     "Ok, I agree."

Three weeks had passed and Corey was beginning to forget what it was like to be
without pain. She sat quietly, as she was trained, at the feet of her master
while he read his book. The carpet was soft on her knees, a sharp contrast to
the cool, hard stone floor of her small cell in the dungeon. For now, though,
she was on her knees in the living room, her head bowed as she quietly thought
of the past few weeks. She sat as trained, her knees spread wide, her back
straight as possible. Her arms had been bound nearly continually from the
moment of her arrival. Just recently, her wrist had been forced up beyond the
small of her back until the steel cuffs around them could be bolted to the back
of her steel collar. The pain was even more excruciating when a steel band was
placed around her elbows and they where pulled together as well. Her shoulders
where pulled back hard and her arms where now in a reverse prayer, rigid rivets
holding them in place, rather than the more flexible, and less permanent,
leather straps. Her master preferred this since it provided access to her back
for the whips. With her head bowed, she could just see the thick ring that had
been pierced through her clit. Her nipple piercings where more visible. A thick
steel ring had been placed behind her nipple, with a second piercing placed
through the middle of her nipple and filled with a steel rod. She could feel
the ring in her septum as well as the rubber coated metal plates on either side
of her septum, providing a firm hold for the ring. Her master had nearly hung
her from this ring a number of times. Her tongue had been pierced as well, but
rather than a ring, he had placed a grommet in her tongue. This provided more
flexibility when he was feeling particularly creative. She had spent nearly an
entire night with her tongue grommet connected to another slave girl’s clit
ring, forced to bring her to orgasm over and over. 
         She could still feel the custom ballet shoes on her feet. Unlike the
first set she had worn, these had been custom made of rubber. Straps held them
on like permanent fixtures. The toes where much sharper as well, forcing her
toes into the point with vicious precision. She had worn these since the first
day and knew she would wear them to the last. 
     She could still see various markings on her body from the weeks of
punishment. There where the marks on her breasts from the caning he had given
them a few days ago. Her shaved pussy was still red from the heavy strapping he
had applied that morning. She wore a latex G string that was a V in the front,
connecting just past her clit ring, holding in two blowup dildoes. Both had
been expanded to three times their size, with the ass dildo stretching her
wider than every before. 

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That's all I have so far. I need your help finishing it. Give me some ideas of
what you would like to see in the next section. What does he do to her? What
error does she make next? Does she get to leave at the end? Should she be
trained as a 1)pony girl, 2)toilet slave, 3)rubber slave, 4)puppy, 5)something
else? Tell me what you would like to see. Don't be shy!


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