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The Sex Slave Files (duh!)

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This is an experimental Story, which is copyright (c) 1998, by me
Theodore Spoonbender. It has descriptions and scenes that someone who
is not an adult may find disturbing. In fact some adults may find it
disturbing too, so be warned.  Because each of the stories is written
by a different girl, then the styles, punctuation, grammar etc. will
change from story to story. I hope that does nothing to ruin your
reading pleasure. Note that they are all fictitious, but they could so
easily be real!

The premise for the individual Vignettes is that a lady called Jan has
placed an advertisement in a popular magazine asking whether any of
the readers had had any experiences with sexual slavery. These,
supposedly, are the replies/interviews. My address, as always, is
theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk

I've never written anything like this before, so I need to know if it
works, please let me know. It is not my usual 'twist in the tale' type
story, by the way. It is just my way of expanding my repertoire as a
novice writer.

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Story 1
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The Schoolgirl

 The interviewee was a small, slim, attractive, brunette. She made and
broke the appointment three times before we eventually met, in the
remote part of a motel car park.

  It happened nearly eight years ago. I remember it well, I was on my
way to school, I was even wearing School Uniform.  My school was very
strict about the uniform, but I was seventeen and a bit rebellious so
I altered the skirt a bit, so it was quite a bit shorter than normal.
I remember that I had a geography test that day and I hated geography,
I was sure I was going to fail and I was thinking of cutting school. I
told my friend that as I neared the school gates, she said she'd cover
for me somehow. So I made a decision and I turned around and left.

 As I was in uniform I couldn't go into town, somebody was sure to
phone the school or I could even run into one of my teachers. So I
went down to the river, I liked it there it was really peaceful
especially on a nice day like that one.  To get to the river I had to
cut across the moor, as the only other route went through town. As I
was walking I heard a car or something come up behind me. I didn't
look around as it might be someone I knew, I even faced away as they
drew closer. So I never noticed as someone came up behind me, I
realised something was wrong as I smelt something that I had also
smelt in the school's biology lab. Then someone grabbed me and pushed
a cloth over my nose and mouth and it all went dark.

 I woke up with somebody touching my body. They were running their
hands over me touching and squeezing. I felt a hand push down and then
cup my sex. I tried to pull my legs closed but I found that they were
spread wide open and were tied to something to keep them that way. My
eyes were covered with something that felt like cotton wool which was
then secured in place which kept me blind. In my mouth somebody had
rammed a ball like object behind my teeth forcing my mouth wide open.
It too was secured in place stopping me from making intelligible
sounds. I couldn't move my hands which were secured as widely as my
legs. I was completely helpless and terrified. I could hear what was
happening, but only just, because I had something jammed in my ears.
I'd had sex before so I instinctively knew what was going to happen. I
tried to stay calm and work out some way out of this, but I couldn't
concentrate as the hands continued to molest me.  The hand that was on
my sex started rubbing me, down there, then a finger intruded into me.
I arched my back at the pain and humiliation, but the finger continued
to rub in and out of me as the other hands touched my breasts and ran
down the inside of my thighs. What really freaked me out was the fact
that they did this in silence, while I thrashed around on the mattress
that lay under me. They continued this for about ten minutes until I
heard voices and the hands stopped.

 I then heard two men talking, the conversation went something like
this.

 'You got her then?' said the first voice. It was one that I vaguely
recognised from somewhere, sort of plummy and distinguished sounding,
but I couldn't recall from where. It was really difficult to pick up
the pitch of the voice because of the things in my ears.

 The second voice replied. 'Yeah. So you owe us 2000 for her use. You
can all have a go so it'll work out real cheap'

 I could hardly believe what they were saying. Surely they couldn't be
talking about me like that.   'How do I know she's the one', the first
voice asked. I could hear that he was getting angry now.  'Oh she's
the one alright. Look there's her schoolbag look at the names on the
books.  I could hear the man pick up the bag and he grunted as he
riffled inside.

 'OK. Here's your money. Now you remember the arrangement?'

 'Sure we..' the second voice said, but then he stopped as the first
voice cut in.

 'Can she hear?'

 'Shit the things not on, quick turn it on guys' said the first voice. 

 The next thing I heard was a loud whine and I realised that I had
headphones in my ears and they were connected to something that
produced a loud noise in my ears. I tried to shake them loose but they
were held in place by the bandage that went over my eyes. I was
completely cut off from the world and all I could do was feel. 

 I don't think I've ever been so frightened. I knew what was going to
happen but it was made worse by the fact that I had been purchased
just like a cow. It was horrible waiting for something to happen. I
wasn't even sure if it was the one man or was there a gang of them.

I found out soon enough. I lost count after a while as they all
blurred into one. The first guy was amazingly gentle with me and he
really knew how to turn a girl on, I'm ashamed to say. He actually
made me have an orgasm. The rest of them were nowhere near as gentle.
All the time I was thinking about the fact that these guys had paid
for me. These guys were getting their jollies and some other guys were
getting paid and I didn't have a say in it. Then, after a few hours,
the realisation hit me that these guys knew me and that I'd been
grabbed to order. I passed out just after that.

 When I came to, I was lying on the riverbank. The sun was still warm,
it was late afternoon. I was fully dressed and lying with my head
lying on my schoolbag as if I was dozing in the sun. I jumped up and
looked around but there was nobody there. I hid behind some bushes and
touched myself, my panties had gone and I was really sore. Someone had
cleaned me up. I looked at my wrists where they had been tied but
there was no marks, nor was there any under my socks, around my
ankles. My hair was brushed, they had obviously taken a lot of care in
tidying me up. It was like I'd been in a dream, except that dreams
don't make you sore nor steal your underwear. I wasn't even late home
from school. 

 I've never told anybody. For a start I didn't have a clue who any of
them were. I didn't know where I was taken or even how many actually
had me. The other thing was that I was ashamed that I'd orgasmed, more
than once. I was also worried that even if a few of them were caught
others, that I didn't know, would come after me. So I didn't say a
thing. They've got away with it. Some guys got to rape me and some
others got paid to let them rape me. The worst part was that I was
kidnapped to order which made me think that it was people I know in
this town. What still worries me is that they had got two grand for
one days use of my body. I could imagine that they would get around to
thinking what they could get if I worked for them on a more permanent
basis, 

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Story 2
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Letter

 Dear Madam.

 I take it you are a woman with a name like Jan. Anyway I saw your
advert asking for details about sex slaves. I wouldn't normally write
but this thing has been getting to me lately and I want to tell
someone, I can't tell my husband even. I hope that my story is of
interest to you.

 It all started with a holiday. I needed one so bad, but what with
paying the credit payments on my car and the crummy wages I was
getting I couldn't afford one, well not a decent one anyway. I was
working as an accounts clerk in a car repair shop and the business
took a lot of cash, except for the insurance jobs of course. Well, I
noticed that the manager was pretty easy going about the cash, it
wasn't his money after all, he just relied upon me to keep the books
straight. I did this job for three years, it was my first job after
leaving school, and the auditor's reports were all very good. It
seemed to me that they were all a bit lenient with any minor mistakes
that I made and they didn't even seem to notice when I screwed up,
which I did on occasion. I mean I was on my own doing a responsible
job and I was barely twenty and they all trusted me.

 I think you are beginning to get the drift. I sussed out that I could
salt a little bit of cash away each week, justifying it to myself as a
loan, so I could save up for that holiday. It was really easy, I
concentrated on the jobs that just required labour so there was no
cross checking against the parts used. No-one suspected a thing and
soon the cash piled up. Well it wasn't a lot in cash terms, but it was
quite a bit to me. It was exciting really and in the end I was taking
more than I really needed and far more than I could ever pay back, but
I justified it by telling myself that if my stingy boss paid me more
then I wouldn't need to take it. I scared myself eventually when I
noticed how my bank account was mounting up. So I blew it! It was a
great holiday and I was able to have a real blowout on the money I
had.

I was a bit scared coming back to work as a temp was supposed to have
taken my place and I was worried about what they might have found out.
It was OK though, the girl that was supposed to have stood in for me
had a furious row with the boss and she was out of the door, with no
replacement. It took me nearly three weeks to sort out the mess that
the men had left but I squared it away eventually. I did vow at that
time never to take any money ever again, I even vowed to pay the money
back but with one thing and another I never actually had the cash.
Especially after I smashed my car. The boss was great he said that
he'd get a real cut price job done and I could pay for it weekly out
of my wages. This meant that I really couldn't pay the money back and
eventually I just forgot about it, I mean no-one else seemed to
notice.

 It was nearly six months before the audit and I wasn't expecting any
trouble. So when this hatchet faced middle aged guy went poring over
the books I didn't give it a second thought. He was the most thorough
guy I'd ever met and he even checked the jobsheets against the cash.
Day after day he worked away in the corner of my office, tapping away
on his calculator and hissing slightly between his teeth. It was then
I started to get panicky, he'd stayed on for far longer than any of
the previous guys and to my mind he'd uncovered all my rip offs.
Eventually he announced that he would be checking the cash tomorrow
and would I kindly ensure that it was brought up to date. He seemed to
be staring straight through me and I felt really panicky. I was
certain he knew what I'd done and he was giving me one chance to
square it up.

 I nearly crashed the car again on the way home. How on earth was I
supposed to find that sort of money in one night.  Images of jail
flashed in front of my eyes, it would ruin my whole life I'd never get
another job or anything. I had moved from home when I took the job, my
parents lived in the country and I needed to live in the city to work,
but I was sure that, even though they lived over a hundred miles away,
my parents would find out. The shame would kill my dad, he wasn't in
the best of health and I'm sure this would see him off. When I got
back home, I was totally freaked, I just walked around my small
apartment picking up stuff and then putting then down as if I would
never see them again. I didn't have much but I was in despair at the
thought of losing it all. Then I noticed this free newspaper that was
delivered every week. The bit that caught my eye was the advert for a
money lender who wasn't after collateral or anything and he was open
24 hours a day.

 He might have been pretty easy going on loans, but he wouldn't touch
me. A bad risk he called me after I explained how much I earned and
how much my outgoings were. I burst into tears and he just sat and
shook his head slowly. He explained that he was tied to some big
insurance company and my loan just didn't fit into their criteria
Hell, he said he was in enough trouble as it was letting people with
dodgy records have loans because he felt sorry for them, his boss had
said  that if he did it once more and he'd lose his job. He let me sob
for a while and then said that he did know someone who could lend the
money but the rates were not as good as his. I didn't care, I just
wanted out. He gave me a slip of paper with a number on it and he told
me not to tell anyone he'd sent me.

 The loan shark looked just like his name suggested. He was small and
greasy and he even had a little pencil moustache.  I would have
laughed if the situation was so serious. But he gave me the loan OK.
The rates were awful but I hoped to ask my boss for a payrise to pay
for it, so I took it. I put the money into the cash box the next
morning and about ten minutes later the hatchet man, as I called the
accountant, looked at the box. He saw the money and then looked
sharply at me. Then for some reason he smiled. I found out why later.
Just as we were closing, the rest of the staff had left us to lock up,
he told me that he not only knew about what I was up to but he had
proof. He'd cashed up with the boss last night and now this large cash
sum had appeared and how was I going to explain that. I was absolutely
shattered, after all that trouble and now I was going to jail anyway.
He really laid it on thick about how badly a judge would view such a
lack of loyalty and what a betrayal of trust it was. I just stood
there rigid with shock, gripping the edge of the table as I stared at
him. He seemed to sneer at me as the tears started to flow. He then
dropped the real bombshell, he told me that he was prepared to forget
the whole thing, just say he made a mistake with the cash, if I was
prepared to be nice to him. He explained what being nice meant, which
is how I found myself stretched over my desk with my legs spread wide
and my knickers in his pocket. I was so shocked I didn't know what
else to do. I had dressed in a suit that day, with a fairly tight but
not too short skirt. So I had this rucked up under my tummy as he bent
me over. He spanked me first, calling me a naughty girl who needs
punishing. That really stung and I was crying in earnest as he stood
between my wideflung thighs and entered me. I lost my virginity that
day, bent over a grotty office desk looking at myself in the glass of
the office door. I could see him behind me gripping my thighs and
pumping away, it was horrible.  I also saw myself, teeth clenched
together at the pain. Then, just as mr Hatchet Man ejaculated into me
(the bastard didn't even bother with a condom), I saw my boss walk in,
thunder on his face.

 I lost my job and Mr Hatchet Man got a ticking off as he was a senior
accountant. This was the real start of the problems for me. Without a
job I couldn't pay the loan back, I could only just pay for my flat on
the money I got from the dole. I lost my car, it was repossesed and I
cried bitterly that night, just thinking about how I lost my job. I'd
put the money back, the accounts were all square and I'd got fired for
fucking (gross misconduct they said). I wish I'd got caught taking the
money now, at least I'd have the money not this huge loan that was
growing by the day. I spent nearly a month dodging the loan shark, but
then one night he came around to my place, with two guys. I was
terrified when they all sat down, to 'discuss our little problem'. He
explained to me that he'd sold my debt to these two gentlemen as I was
looking increasingly like a bad risk. Then he left and I was left
alone with these two guys. The smartest dressed one of the two didn't
even look at me at he spoke he just concentrated on his nails as he
explained the new repayment system. It appeared that I wasn't going to
pay these guys with cash, they could see that I couldn't pay them that
way. I was told that I would be taken to court for the money and maybe
declared bankrupt, if I didn't pay their extortionate rates of
interest. I didn't even know what it meant, but it sounded really bad.
He then explained that if I was bankrupt then I wouldn't get a job,
nor a flat, no credit whatsoever and nobody would trust me again. This
was turning into a nightmare. There was an alternative however, all I
had to do was be 'friendly' to certain friends he brought over from
time to time. He'd then reduce the debt and keep reducing it each time
I entertained his friends and in that way I'd be free and clear in no
time. No-one would ever know, he continued, as he'd let me live in one
of his apartments, if I wanted to.

 What could I do? I paid off the first instalment that night with the
gorilla that had come with my new 'boss' who just sat in the chair,
fingers steepled with the tips touching his nose. He smiled at me and
the gorilla slobbered as he took his pleasures. I stuck with my flat
for quite a while as I entertained a succession of friends. It hit me
like a splash of water when my Boss explained one night that I was
barely keeping ahead of the interest payments. I must start seeing
more clients, he used the word first and it shocked me, I was a hooker
plain and simple. I resisted the move, but eventually I had to see
more men as I was falling further and further behind with the debt. It
was then that the residents association of the street where I lived
called the police and I was cautioned about running a house of
prostitution in a quiet residential area like this. I moved the next
day, the new apartment was a bit gaudy for my taste, all flash
wallpaper and dim lighting but at least it was cheap and I could start
to pay off my debt more quickly and get out of this mess. I never
considered going to the Police or running away. I was sure they'd
catch up with me and I'd be worse off. I had this confirmed to me
about a week after my move. They invited me to a private video show
and I was the star. There must have been hidden cameras in my bedroom,
because they caught me doing all sorts of stuff with a succession of
men. They'd filmed it so the men's faces were always out of shot and
they'd put it together like it was one continuous gang bang. The boss
casually said that he was thinking of releasing it on the porn
circuit, it would fetch a bomb, and maybe even my Dad would buy it. I
was horrified, just the thought of my dad finding out what I'd been
doing was bad enough, but to get a tape of me doing it. It was awful.

 I bought the tape. The boss made some big deal about how much money
that he could make from it, which he'd lose if he sold it to me. He
struck a hard bargain and I had to sign another note borrowing the
money from him to pay him back. Now I was really in it, especially as
he confirmed that he had a copy and would sell it after all if I
fouled up on the loan. I was kept a virtual prisoner in my room as
they made me pay the, by now enormous, loan. They got me a maid who
took care of the money side and kept the apartment in some sort of
order as I worked. I had to pay for her and the flat and so I was kept
hard at it. From one client every now and then I'd suddenly started
sleeping with up to 15 men a day, six days a week. Wednesday was my
day off supposedly but this was the day that the boss liked his
entertainment. He never had sex with me. He got his kicks some other
way, he would take me to a restaurant or bar and then suddenly point
out some guy to me. I had to get them to sleep with me. It was worse
in many ways, at least in the flat they just came to me, but here I
was soliciting except that I wouldn't ask for any money. My Boss
reduced my loan by a sizeable chunk each time and, as he kept pointing
out to me, he still had the tape. I took a lot of persuading at first
but, like always, I ended up by doing it. He kept me at this for six
months, before I was able to get free.

It was odd really, my loan was nowhere near half paid on that day. The
boss had been in a really good mood and he chatted away as he took me
from the restaurant to a bar nearby. It was getting really late and he
hadn't decided on who I should proposition. I was feeling that he
might spare me tonight, like he'd done before, when he suddenly leaned
over and whispered to me. He asked if I could see the man at the bar,
the big guy with his back to us, the one in the blue suit. That was
the man I was going to sleep with tonight. I don't think I'd ever felt
so rotten as I approached the guy, I just didn't feel like chatting
this guy up. When I saw his face I nearly died, it was my old boss,
Terry. I stammered about having to leave or something but he asked me
to stay. He was so nice and charming that I forgot about what I was
there for. I could see that he looked disapprovingly at my dress, it
was a trifle short in comparison with what I used to wear. I was glad
he couldn't see that I wasn't wearing any underwear - my boss's idea
of a joke I suppose. Terry talked about how he'd been looking for me.
Yes really, he'd had a succession of girls in but they had really
screwed up the accounts. My books had been praised by the group
accountants as being one of the best kept sets they had ever seen, in
fact I was one of the few book-keepers they'd had in which the cash
book was correct. In short he wanted me back, at an increased salary
of course, if I'd come. I hesitated and he asked me what was wrong and
I told him that I was in debt and I had to pay it off before I could
work for him.

 He was amazing. He sorted it all out the next day. He got the company
to give me a grant to cover moving expenses or something and topped it
up with an interest free loan to buy furniture and stuff, or so he
said. Altogether the money paid off my debt to the Pimp. I will always
remember that day, as Terry, my new boss handed over the money to the
pimp.  He smiled, counted it and then reached down and shook my hand.
He then gave me the notes and the Videotape. Terry raised an eyebrow
at this, but said nothing. I was free. I trashed the videotape that
night.

 I'm writing this five years after the event. I'm married now, to
Terry as it happens and we have a two year old daughter. I saw my old
Pimp on the TV last week, he was a respectable man now, a rising star
in the local business world. I'd heard that he had up to 6 of us at
any one time, paying off loans in one of his apartments. Nothing was
ever proved and now it never would be, he'd channelled the money he
got in interest from us working women into legit businesses and they
grew and grew. I have never thought of shopping him, I was so ashamed
at what I'd done I just couldn't relive it. He got away with it free
and clear. He is standing for mayor and he'd probably get it too,
there is some talk of him standing for Government one day. The
bastard.

 I hope you don't think I'm making this up.

 Please don't print my name or address or anything.


Yours Faithfully.

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Story 3
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Hitch-Hiker

The interviewee was a slim blond. 

 'It was my fault in a way. I should never have gone hitch-hiking.
Especially in a foreign country. I was in a central European country
(I was told by the Embassy not to mention the name), just doing the
student thing of working my way around Europe., when I was grabbed. I
remember them taking me really clearly, but things after that were a
kind of blur.  It was a really hot day as I remember, the last lift
had been a farmer and he'd left me on a deserted road when he turned
into his farm. There was no shade and I stood there for ages. The sun
was really hot and I was starting to feel a bit light headed when this
van came along. I was so pleased to get out of the sun that I didn't
scan the occupants. One of them, a really dark man , jumped out and I
got onto the bench seat between him and the lighter coloured one. 

 Everything was Ok at first. They seemed so friendly, offering me some
chocolate and water, then they turned off the road and we went down
some really desolate looking tracks. I was getting really worried by
this time, but I try to keep cool as I didn't want to start anything.
So I indicated that I wanted  them to let me out here. They just
laughed and that's when I got really worried. The rest of the journey
was spent trying to suss a way out of this. It wasn't a lot further
until we reached the house. It wasn't much of a house, more like a
large wooden shack, but it was hidden in the woods and so it was
pretty scary.

 They hustled me out of the van and into the shack, one of them on
each wrist. As soon as we got inside they got started. I was only
wearing shorts and a tee shirt and it took them no time to strip me
off. By this time they'd been joined by a couple of other guys. It was
no problem for them to spread me wide open and for one of them to
enter me. I couldn't believe the pain, as he forced his way into me. I
was really dry and I nearly bit my tongue as he rubbed me raw.. I
tried to get from under him, but the others held me tightly so I could
hardly move. I remember pleading with him not to come inside me, but
he either didn't understand me or he  couldn't give a shit. All sorts
of images flashed through my mind about Aids, pregnancy, or whatever,
as I felt him empty himself into me. After he'd finished he just
humped himself off me and he held one of my legs as the next guy
lowered himself onto me.

 The sun was going down when they eventually let me up. All of the men
had raped me at least twice. Just as I was hoping that they were
getting tired these other three guys came in and it all continued.
Eventually they'd had enough and I was carted over to the corner of
the room and one of my wrists was chained to a pipe that was bolted to
the wall. I just sat there, in a complete state of shock as they
emptied my rucksack onto the table. They found my passport and they
all muttered about my nationality. They sifted through my clothes and
I felt sick when my all my panties disappeared into various pockets.
You just can't imagine how disgusted and ashamed I felt at that time.
These bastards had raped me and once they had their fun they just
chained me up, naked and dirty while they collected trophies of their
conquest. I felt like screaming, but something told me that these guys
might even kill me. They'd had their fun and now I was just a
liability.

 They didn't kill me. No they had a more profitable idea in mind. It
appeared that there was a load of camps nearby where foreign workers
lived. These camps were all male and the local girls wouldn't have
anything to do with them. So a girl, any girl, was worth a fortune. I
didn't know this at the time of course, but I did the next day. I was
dressed just in a mans shirt, which barely kept me decent, and blind
folded. The car journey was short and I could hear a lot of voices
when I was led out of the car and into a building. I knew I was inside
as it was cool, then my shirt was pulled off me, underneath I was
naked. I reached up to try and pull the blindfold off but someone
caught my wrists. When I opened my mouth to scream they pushed some
rags into it and tied a rope, which held them in, behind my head. Then
I was pulled across the room and manhandled down until I was lying
face up with all my limbs spread widely. I could feel the ropes going
on my wrists and ankles and I twisted and thrashed around trying to
get free. When I was tied to their satisfaction they pulled the
blindfold off. All I could see were a blur of faces, swarthy faces
over dirty clothes. They were all staring at my naked body and I felt
like dying, I was so ashamed. One of my captors had set the table up
near the door and he started talking to the men and collecting money.
The first of the men came over to me as with no preliminaries entered
me. It was the most degrading moment of my life as he forced himself
into me. There I was, a whore! being fucked for money, money which I
was sure I wouldn't ever get to see. I remember trying to scream as he
rutted, he was grabbing my breasts and running his hands up and down
my body all the time. When he came I wanted to shrivel up I felt so
dirty. When he was finished another quickly took his place. As he
mounted me I got a brief glimpse of my captor but he didn't even
appear to notice me, he just sat there counting the money. It seemed
to make it worse somehow.'

'I lost count of how many times I was fucked that day. They all seemed
to merge into one after a while. I just lay there completely zonked.
It was dark when they eventually released me. When I say release me
that isn't completely true. They put the shirt and blindfold back on
and tied my hands behind me. They didn't even let me clean myself up,
but they just threw me into the car.

 The next day they added a new variation. This time I was tied down
across the table with my legs spread wide. Now when they thought I was
slacking they caned me. It is one of the most humiliating experiences
you can imagine, being caned in front of a load of leering men. And it
hurt like hell.

This was my life for the next few weeks. They didn't need to tie me
down after a while. I was so out of it and so frightened of that cane
I just let them do it to me. I wouldn't kiss then or open my eyes but
other that that I just let them do what they wanted. I was in a kind
of dream, my mind was drifting off trying to think of other things as
they enjoyed themselves. All the time I was trying to figure out how
to escape, but I couldn't see any way out of the situation. They
didn't leave me alone for a minute, when I wasn't screwing I was tied
up.

One day, when we arrived back from the camp there was another girl in
the shack. It looked like she was another hitch hiker. I was chained
to the pipe that I knew so well and they just ignored me. What I saw
them do to the girl made me really angry, but they just ignored me as
they spent themselves while she squirmed around under them, screaming
and weeping. The next day we were both taken to the camp. This time I
was tied to a chair and made to watch as she was tied down and
repeatedly raped. After that we were both used.

I could tell that a couple of the guys were not happy with having two
of us. Even though I couldn't understand their language I could tell
that they thought it was risky having two of us. They probably thought
we'd concoct some plan to escape or something and we were earning a
great deal of money for them judging by the piles of notes that they
counted every evening. In the end they just sold me.

It happened after I'd been their slave for about 3 months. One day
they just took the other girl off, but I stayed in the shack. Then
these two guys turned up. They looked brutal and I was really afraid.
They examined me like a prize cow before a deal was struck. Then some
money changed hands and I was bundled into a car. We drove for miles
until we came to this city. They must have thought I was really docile
because they left me alone in the car while they went into a bar. I
just high-tailed it and for the first time in months I got lucky. I
met a policeman, one that could speak English and I explained to him
what had happened to me. I was taken to the Police station and after
I'd explained it all again to some officer or other they went to the
bar to arrest the men. They'd left by this time though.

I had to accompany them to try and search for the shack. It was really
scary seeing that place again even though it was a couple of days
since I'd been there. The shack was deserted and they never did find
the men, nor the girl. I'm not sure that they believed me by this
time, so when I got the opportunity I contacted my Embassy and they
gave me a new passport and a ticket home. I split as soon as I could,
I was petrified that they'd find me again and I'd find myself tied to
that mattress.

I often wonder what happened to that other girl. 

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Thai Girl

 The interviewee was interviewed in a missionary society hostel. The
interview was conducted through an interpreter.

 'I was only 14 years old and I came from a village in the south of
Burma on the Thai border. I am from the Akha tribe, we were very poor
and when this well dressed couple arrived in our village offering well
paid work, my father decided that I should go and earn some money
which I could send back to my family. I was very excited, I had never
left my village before and this was going to be a big adventure for
me. There were four girls from our village who were going with me and
we all discussed what we were going to do with the money that the
couple had promised. I wanted to buy a motorbike for my brother so he
could get work in the city, I was also going to save up so that we
could buy good food for my little brothers and sisters. Before we left
the couple gave my parents about 1000 Baht as an advance on my wages
they said.

 We were taken in this very big car which was very high up from the
ground and I was a little frightened that it would slide down the
mountains, but it seemed sure footed, like a goat. We travelled for
three days and we had to hide whenever a military vehicle came near as
we had no papers to come into Thailand. Eventually we came to the
restaurant where we were supposed to work. I didn't like the look of
the place, it frightened me even though there were coloured lanterns
outside. I was taken inside with another girl, while the others waited
in the car. There was another couple inside the empty dining room and
they greeted the couple who brought us like old friends. Then they
looked us up and down. They then handed over some money and the first
couple left. 

 After the car had gone it was explained to us that we had now
incurred a debt which we had to pay off. This was to cover the
advance, the cost of the journey and the amount that this couple had
to hand over for us. My debt was 30,000 baht which seemed to me to be
an incredible sum, in addition we had to pay for our keep while we
worked off the debt.  How we were supposed to work off the debt was
soon explained to us, we were supposed to sleep with men who came in
the Restaurant. I was still a virgin and I didn't want to sleep with
anyone and when I started crying that made the man angry. He tore off
my clothes and held me down across a table while the woman beat me
with a stick. I was so frightened, and it hurt so much, that I was
sick and that made them more angry and they beat me some more. They
kept beating me until I agreed to sleep with the men. They then did
the same to the other girl and she also agreed to sleep with the men.

 That night we were sold for the first time. I was stripped naked and
inspected by the customers then they auctioned my virginity. The man,
who was old and fat, was followed by others until I had sex with ten
men. I was very frightened and I cried myself to sleep when they
locked me into my working room which was bare except for an old bed, a
table and a chair. I was allowed to eat scraps from the kitchen and
they gave us tea and I was allowed to walk around in our little
compound behind the restaurant but I could not go outside. We were
continually being beaten. If one of the men complained about our lack
of interest, or our unwillingness, then we would be beaten and if we
tried to talk to the men about anything outside we were beaten. Even
if we got sick we were beaten. Every night I had to sleep with about
12 men, who made me do things that I am ashamed to talk about, I never
had any money and I was not sure where I was so I was too frightened
to try and escape. One girl did and they beat her feet until she
couldn't walk properly. There were ten girls in the brothel and we had
to dance in front of customers until we were selected. I never saw any
of the money but I think that the customers were charged 150 Baht.

 I was there for about 6 months when a man came to the restaurant. We
all had to line up and he selected three of us. He paid the restaurant
owners for us and I left the place for the first time. The other girl
from my village was left behind. I was given false papers and he took
us to Bangkok. I was told that I now had a new debt, which I owed to
this man and I must repay it by dancing and sleeping with men. Now I
was working in a bar, dancing on the bar top and allowing the men to
feel parts of my body. The men had to buy drinks for me which were
very expensive. Every night I had to sleep with at least one man and
my owner got the money. I lived in a little shack with 5 other girls,
who all worked for this man.

 One day I met this American Man who was visiting my country. He was
very kind and he spoke some Thai. I told him everything and he became
very angry. He went, with two of his friends, to visit my owner who
agreed after a lot of arguing to let me off my debt. I was then
brought here. 

 I have slept with many hundreds of men for money, but I have nothing.
I cannot go back to my village as the shame would be too much for my
family. I am now learning to read and write and I do a little sewing
to make some money. One day I am hoping to get married and have
children.'

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Story 5
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Holiday

'I was on holiday in Corfu with my friend when it happened. Let me
explain about myself, I am 30 years old and I come from Stockholm in
Sweden, I lived near to the Airport at Arlanda with my aunt, my
parents having died when I was little.  I was on holiday with my
friend, who came from a town called Sunne. We were both blond and both
18 years of age. I was really excited to go as I had never been on
holiday on my own before, as I could never afford it. I was working in
a Coffee bar near the airport when I met my friend, who was working
for an airline. She was able to get some cheap tickets to Corfu and
she asked if I wanted to go. They were so cheap that I said yes.

We stayed near Corfu town, just up the coast a bit. The village was
near the sea and we spent most of our time swimming and sunbathing,
though we did go out to night-clubs. We were always getting chatted up
and we were really enjoying it, then we met these two guys who told us
that they had a boat and we could all go out and visit one of the
small islands and have a picnic. They seemed so nice and were so good
looking that we went. The boat was pretty small and old but the sea
was calm and the guys seemed to know what they were doing. I kept
asking where the island was and they just pointed at this mass of land
in front of us. It looked pretty big for an island, but then I was
used to the small islands in Stockholm so I thought it was Ok.

We landed after about 4 hours, I was feeling a bit dizzy with the heat
and so was my friend. I was surprised when these guys helped us off
the boat and into this really old Mercedes. I never expected them to
have a car on an island. We weren't on an Island at all, we were in
Albania. This was explained to us when we were delivered to this villa
overlooking the sea. The man who talked to us told us that we were in
Albania illegally and he could hand us over to the secret police, who
would torture us and throw us into jail. We were both unsure of our
politics but we thought that we'd heard about Albania (it wasn't
democratic at that time, Hoxha was still in charge) and so we were
really frightened. He then told us really horrible stories about what
happened to girls in jail here, especially pretty, blond foreigners.

We protested our innocence, how we'd been duped into coming, but the
guys who had brought us had gone and we were left alone with this guy
and half a dozen dark skinned men who sat around and gazed at us
through mirrored glasses. He then told us that he had some political
clout and that he could get us out, but we had to make it worth his
while. He had a lot of palms to cross and that cost money. We handed
over the keys to our apartment in Corfu and we signed our travellers
cheques, he then sent someone off to get our stuff. Meanwhile we were
shut into a room with no window and the door was locked. We talked for
hours about how we could get away, how much it would cost and so on.

The next morning we were led out to the guy who was sitting on a
terrace overlooking the sea. It was a beautiful spot but we didn't
appreciate it as we saw our belongings scattered over a table while a
couple of men riffled through them.  The man ignored us for a while as
he sipped his orange juice then he beckoned us over to stand in front
of him. He then explained that our escape would cost us 100,000
Albanian Eagles or the equivalent in Swedish Crowns. He then asked us
about how we were going to pay for it, especially as we couldn't
contact anyone abroad without giving away the fact that we were here
illegally. I started to cry because I knew that I couldn't have raised
that sort of money even if I did contact someone in Sweden, my aunt
wasn't rich and I had no rich friends. He then said that he would loan
us the money, if we signed a contract to pay him back.

We had no choice and he produced two bits of paper, written in
Albanian, which we signed. Then this guy in a black suit, who we
hadn't seen before came over and signed as a witness. The villa owner
explained that he was a lawyer and that he had made sure that
everything was legal and above board. After the contracts had been
whisked away he became more friendly and invited us to sit and have
breakfast with him. He explained that he would get us copies of the
contracts, but not in Swedish, he then asked if English was alright.
We both spoke good English so we said OK.

After breakfast we were led back to our room where we spent the rest
of the day. At dusk we were again taken out to the Veranda. Now we
could see the lights of Corfu and could hear faint music from the
beachfront Discos. We were both handed copies of our contracts which
had been translated into English. I can't remember the exact words but
it said that we, in return for the loan (and a daily interest charge),
would be prepared to undertake any work whatsoever that we were asked
to do and that we were prepared to go anywhere and do anything that
the man wanted. It also said that the contract could be sold on to a
new person if the man wanted and we should then work for them. Finally
it said that we should be under the care and protection of the
contract owner (whoever it may be) until the contract was fulfilled
and the loan repaid and that we were not able to travel or go anywhere
without their say so. They would be keeping our passports to ensure we
complied.

Once I had read my contract the man explained what we had to do. He
asked what we were good at and when we said we were both waitresses he
explained that in Albania a waitress, even in a smart tourist hotel
was unlikely to earn enough in a month to pay off the interest, then
there were the costs of eating and living. No the only way for us to
earn that sort of money was for us to become prostitutes. He told us
that we would only sleep with high class men, as if that made it any
better. 

He said we could start straight away. He took away my friend and he
left me with three of his guards, who were later joined by two others.
I was so numb with shock and shame as they grabbed my arms and pushed
me towards their quarters, that I just walked docilely. I tried to
think of a way out but couldn't I was trapped. We passed an open door
and I saw my friend being held down as the man mounted her. She was
looking at me and crying, I started trembling and they just held me
tighter and pushed me along quicker.

When I saw the dirty, rumpled bed I went crazy and it took four of
them to strip me and hold me down. I was raped by five men. Afterwards
they took me to another room in the basement with a barred window. My
leg was attached to a chain which was bolted to the wall. The room was
bare except for a bed and a partitioned off shower cubicle which my
chain just allowed me to reach. The shower had two foot places and I
knew that this was where I was to relieve myself. I scrubbed my body
but it didn't erase the shame I felt. Finally I crawled onto the bed
and fell asleep. 

The next day I started to get visitors. The door would open, the light
would come on and they would mount me. When they finished they left,
usually without having said a word. My food and water was delivered
twice a day and I had to eat it with my hands as they never gave me a
knife of fork. I think they were afraid that I would try to commit
suicide (Suicide is Sweden's hobby).

After a week I was unchained and taken to the swimming pool where I
was allowed to swim under the gaze of at least one armed guard. I saw
other girls but we weren't allowed to talk, though one girl whispered
to me that she was English as she passed. I never saw my friend
though. I was allowed to swim every day after that.

One day I was given some clothes and told to get dressed. The clothes
covered me completely, like a Muslim woman. I had my hands tied
together under the thick, black lace shroud that covered my head and
the upper part of my body. I was taken outside and there were three
other girls there though I couldn't see their faces. We were taken by
car to a dock and then smuggled onto a ship. I was locked in a cabin.

A few days later we were taken off the ship and put in the back of a
van. We were able to talk to each other as we had no guard in there
with us, although our hands were again tied behind us. My friend was
one of the girls and her story matched my own, we put our heads
together and cried. One of the other girls was English, she had been
caught in Corfu too and the other girl was Greek, she'd come to
Albania on a day trip and had gotten seperated from her party. The
gang had picked her up at some Roman Ruins near the very southern tip
of the country. The van had no windows but we could hear occaisional
words from passer's by as we went through some sort of town and the
Greek girl said that it was Arabic.

We spent three days in that van and it was really hot. They let us out
about twice a day to eat and relieve ourselves other than that we were
always travelling. At last we reached our destination. The van was
parked in some sort of courtyard and we were hurried into this large
ramshackle building. The Villa owner was there with a hook nosed
Scowling Arab in a dirty robe. The Villa owner explained that he was
not in a position to continue our employment and so he had sold our
debt to this man, who was our new master. We had to strip naked and be
examined. I was ever so ashamed as I was poked and prodded in all my
intimate places, especially as my friend was standing there watching.
Then it was her turn.

The Villa owner bid us farewell and left, taking our clothes. We were
pushed, naked into a big steel cage where other women, mainly
africans, sat listlessly in the hot stinking air. We had to fight and
claw for our food as there never seemed to be enough and usually the
guards had to break us up. We four formed a little gang to protect
ourselves and after a couple of fights we were left alone. All the
time the cage was filling up, usually with African girls but with a
lot of Arab girls, there was even the occasional European. We took
pity on one of the girls, a small sad looking German girl. She told us
that she was only fourteen and had been kidnapped while on a family
holiday in Rhodes. She looked like a little china doll, all blond
ringlets and sad blue eyes and we all, even the African girls,
mothered her.

Slowly the cage filled up until there was barely room to lie down. One
day there was a lot of activity and the guards took away the girls one
by one. The greek girl went early on and eventually only the white
skinned girls were left. Then my friend was pulled away and we tried
to cling on to each other crying, but the guards separated us. Then it
was my turn, I was led to a shower and then my hands were cuffed
behind me and I was pulled into a courtyard full of men. I was naked
and ashamed as I was shackled to a post in the middle of the
courtyard. Men stood around and there were more on the roof of the
buildings surrounding the courtyard. Many men came over and touched
me, hefting my breasts and examining my teeth. Then the hook nosed
Arab called out and the courtyard went quiet. He then shouted out a
stream of Arabic and some of the men raised their hands and called
out. I'd been to an Art Auction in Stockholm once and I knew what was
happening but I was so dazed with shame I didn't even notice who had
won the bidding.

I was unshackled from the post and blindfolded, then a coarse blanket
was thrown over my body to hide my nakedness. I was then led to a van
and shackled by my neck to a pole running along the length of a van. I
could hear other girls in the van with me and I called out my friend's
name but I was punched in the stomach and so I went quiet. Eventually
the van rumbled into life and I was driven away to my new life.

I spent eight years in a Syrian brothel. It was not a high class place
and we all had to work very hard with very little food and frequent
beatings. If I tried to refuse a man or he complained about my lack of
sexual expertise then I was beaten. I was kept, naked,  in my room and
the men just chose me from a picture album. I hardly ever saw any of
the other girls, though I did see the German girl once. I learned to
speak Arabic and so I was able to talk to the guards.  They told me
that the German girl had been very popular until she died. She had
stabbed a customer one night with a piece of glass. So they had tied
her to her bed and had invited lots of men, whoever wanted her, to
rape her until she died.  She spent four whole days on that mattress
before her body finally gave up. She was only eighteen. They told me
this story in detail, I think they were trying to frighten me, so I
wouldn't cause any trouble. It worked well.

The men who used me were usually very low class and rough but I
learned to live with it. I asked once about my debt and when I could
expect to pay it off, but they laughed and said that I barely earned
enough to pay for my keep and the debt was way out of my reach unless
I worked harder. I tried very hard but it was no good I could never
earn enough, even though I slept with at least a dozen men every day,
sometimes many more.

I always kept myself clean as I was afraid of catching some disease,
but one day I was examined by a Doctor and he announced that I had
contracted Gonorrhoea. My owners took me to a Damascus slum and threw
me out on the street. They hoped that I would end up like many girls
who just disappeared. I was lucky I saw a blond guy and he turned out
to be a Swedish aid worker, back from working with the Kurds. So he
got me home. My aunt had died and I had nowhere to live but I
survived. I got a serious Pelvic infection from the Gonorrhoea which
left me in agony for weeks. But I got better because I needed to help
my friend. I contacted various agencies, but they said that they could
do very little as her whereabouts were unknown. In the end I contacted
her old employer and they paid for a private detective to try and find
out about her. They think that she may be in the Lebanon but they
can't be sure. I have thought about suicide but I must stay alive to
find my friend.

I told the Police about the villa owner in Albania but they could do
nothing. I also told them about the two guys abducting girls in Corfu.
It appears that nearly 100 girls have disappeared from Corfu with no
trace of their whereabouts. One girl managed to escape from a middle
eastern brothel, she too had a disease and she died soon after she got
home to Belgium. She did tell the Police that the guys made the
equivalent of a year's wages from each girl they abducted so it was
very profitable.

I have lost my youth and my looks and I don't think I can ever get
married. Now I am going to devote my life to getting my friend out and
catching the beasts who made us into sexual slaves. One day I will.

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Story 6
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Runaway

'When ran away from home I was only fifteen. Looking back I can't
really remember what the row was about. I just remember my mother
being pissed off at me and my dad getting really angry. I think it was
about me staying out late and stuff, you know showing my independence.
They thought I was too young to stay out to until midnight, me I just
wanted to go to raves and stuff. I liked dancing and hanging out with
my friends, I wasn't really even into boys, well I was but it was
nothing heavy. I didn't even have a boyfriend though I'd gone out with
a few guys, but I hadn't slept with them.  I was still a virgin'. 

She paused and drew on her cigarette before continuing.

'Anyway I just got pissed off one day and packed my rucksack and I was
off. Looking back I was pretty stupid, hitchhiking all the way to
London from my home, which was the other end of England. I did have
some money but not a lot, I'd figgered on getting a job in London, so
I hitched to save money. In fact there was no trouble, just one guy
who talked dirty which upset me a bit. My final lift dropped me at the
underground station near the airport. I'd never been on a tube before
so it was kinda scary and exciting all in one. I'd figgered on getting
a room in the centre somewhere, especially as it was starting to get
dark when I got to the centre, Piccadilly Circus. It was smaller and
dirtier than I'd imagined and it was lit up with signs for jap goods,
I kinda remembered seeing a Coca cola sign on a postcard once but it
wasn't there no more. It was not the first disappointment that night.
As I was wandering around, looking at the sights and the people, a
couple of teenage boys came out of an alley and grabbed by purse and
my rucksack which I was carrying in one hand. I screamed out and tried
to chase them but they ducked down a load of alleys and I lost them,
what got me was that there I was running screaming down these streets
people just ignored me no-one lifted a finger to help.  I realised
then that this was a sick town'.

She pulled out her cigarettes and lit up another from the stub of her
last.

''In one quick act I lost all my gear and all my money. I just
wandered around for a while in a daze, then I just sat on the steps of
the back entrance of a theatre, with my head in my hands, just trying
to work out what to do now. I was thinking that I should phone my mum
but that would mean losing my pride and anyway I had to prove that I
could be independent. I heard someone close to me and then as I turned
he sat next to me.'

'You got problems lady?' he said.

'He was about thirty and he was small, wiry and dirty. I just turned
away and I felt him put his hand on my shoulder. I hunched my shoulder
to throw his hand off and he said.'

'That ain't the way to treat someone who is just trying to help.'

"I still remember what happened next, one hand over my mouth twisting
my neck as the other slid up my dress. I could feel him fumbling
around and I arched my back to try and get away as he touched my
knickers. I struggled as hard as I could but I could feel myself
getting weaker as I struggled in his grip. Then his finger slipped
under my knickers and touched me. I was nearly sick with disgust and I
bit his hand. He pulled his arm back and cracked me under the chin. I
saw stars and I went weak at the knees, I knew then that he was going
to rape me. He threw me down on the dirty ground, flung my skirt up
and started to yank on my knickers. I grabbed his hands as he pulled
them down to my knees. Just as I lost hope the man seemed to rise into
the air and then fall to one side clutching his stomach. The blue
suited leg swung again and the shoe smacked into his head, making his
nose bleed. I just lay there with my hands to my mouth, crying. I
didn't even bother to push down my dress. The wiry guy rolled to his
feet and clutching his stomach he stumbled away down the street.'

She frowned slightly as she continued.

'My saviour helped me up. He was in his mid twenties and dark he was
also immaculately dressed. He asked me if I was OK and whether he
should call the Police. I remember shaking my head, I just couldn't
bear my parents finding out how I looked after myself. He then asked
if he could help me back to my hotel. He was so kind that I found
myself telling him everything. Sitting on that dirty step, in the
early hours of a London morning I gave him my life story. He just sat
and held my hand as I blurted it all out. I didn't even know his name
at that point and he knew everything that had happened in my fifteen
years. He offered to fix me up with a room and help me get a job.'

She wrinkled her nose.

'I must have been really stupid because I believed him. We got into
his sports car, it was all low and slinky looking, I'd never been in a
car like that and despite feeling a bit sick and dizzy from lack of
sleep I was ever so impressed.  The warmth of the car heater made me
drowsy and I felt so safe as he guided it through the town. His low
tones as he used his car phone pushed me over the edge and I dozed
off. I awoke with a jerk when the car stopped. He told me that he had
a flat and I could use it for a while as I got my act together. He led
me upstairs in this really nice house and showed me to my room. It was
a bit small, but it had a bathroom attached, I'd never seen anything
like that before. He brought me one of his shirts and a dressing gown
and told me that I could have a bath. After I got into the bath I
heard him moving around in the room and he called through the door'

'I'll get your clothes washed, see you tomorrow'

"I called out thanks, but he'd obviously gone as there was no reply.
As I got into bed I noticed a steaming cup of chocolate, I thought
that this was really nice so after sipping it down I snuggled down and
fell asleep. I awoke with the sun shining in my eyes. I sat up and
noticed that the dressing gown had gone. I was wearing his shirt and
nothing else. He came in then, with a tray of breakfast and I ate it
like a horse I was famished.'

Sho stopped and looked at me, flicking a loose hair behind her ear.

'I'm waffling on here. Basically he was a nice guy, he just told me to
relax and look around the house while he tried to fix me up with a
job. I was free to move around and go where I pleased but I didn't
want to go outside just dressed in one of his shirts. He'd told me
that my clothes were ruined and he was going to fix me up with new
ones but he never did. He never got me a job either, nor anywhere to
live. I just mooched around listening to CDs and raiding his fridge.
After a couple of weeks I was so bored I could have run up the wall.
All I ever saw was him. He came and went and each time he was kind and
attentive. The really odd thing was that he didn't have a telephone
nor a T.V, he laughed when I asked him about this and he told me that
he had a portable phone which was fine as he was hardly ever here
anyway. I never set out to sleep with him, it just happened one night.
He was so kind and gentle that I thought I was in heaven.  After that
we made love at least once a day. It was a really strange existence,
mooching around and having sex. He was really good and he made me feel
really special in bed and out of it. I felt then that I was in love.
I'd lived in his flat for about a month, never having had any contact
with anyone else when he dropped his bombshell. He told me that he'd
lost a big bet and that he didn't have enough liquidity (whatever that
was) to pay it off straight away and the guy was coming to collect
that night. He then said that if I could sort of calm the guy down
when he came then he'd go and get the money and everything would be
fine. If not then this was a really bad guy and someone might get
hurt. It was a set up, though I didn't work that out at the time. I
was on my own, dressed in his shirt when this really greasy looking
guy turned up. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do to calm him
down, but he made it really plain. He screwed me, right there on the
rug in front of the fire. I was so scared I just let him. Afterwards
he just left and I scrubbed and scrubbed myself in the bath, I'd never
felt so dirty. The bastard hadn't even used a condom.'

She shuddered then checked herself.

'He was the first of many. I was totally at the mercy of my new 'boss'
who only came home to bring another one of his friends for me to
satisfy. I couldn't escape, I tried once but he caught me and beat me
and left me locked, naked in my room. After a few weeks of this I was
moved to a small cramped room in Chinatown. My room was lit by a small
red bulb and had three doors and barely enough room for a bed. I just
saw an endless succession of men, their faces blurred into one. There
was a 'maid' who collected the money and cooked for me and, apart from
the men, she was my only contact with the outside world. I worked from
about 11 in the morning until about 2 the following morning. They came
in shifts, a few at lunctime, more around five as they left their
offices and had a quick screw before they went home to their wives. It
went quiet again then until the pubs turned out when I had to deal
with hoards of drunks who pawed me and even vomited on me. I counted
the used condoms one night, I'd slept with forty men that day and that
was sort of average. I charged twenty pounds for a straight and I
never saw a penny of it, the old whore who looked after me just handed
it over to my boss.'

She looked me in the eye before continuing.

'I honestly never thought that I'd get out of there. I didn't have any
street clothes or any money so I was trapped. But one day this new guy
turned up and threw an overcoat on the bed.

'Put that on' He said.

'I put on the coat and, naked apart from that, II was led into a
waiting car and was driven away. I wound up in Hannover would you
believe, in a sex bar My job was to hustle the cusomers for drinks and
strip once in a while. I was also expected to perform other jobs and I
became pretty good at blowing men off in the men's toilet. I was there
for about six months when I was moved to Berlin to take up my new
position as a streetwalker. It was cold I can tell you standing on the
Kurfustendamm in a miniskirt trying to hassle some old guy to screw
you just so you could get warm in a hotel for a few minutes. I worked
with a couple of German girls who taught me to speak German, they
worked for the same organisation who made sure that we had a secure
pitch abot 400 metres from the Kranzler cafe. I was watched
continually but I never even thought about escape, I was a good girl,
I got fucked and I handed the money over to my minder who lurked in a
doorway. He never said a word, I don't even know what nationality he
was though Karen (one of the German Girls) thought he might be
Russian. I shared a small flat in Alt Templhof with the German girls
and we got quite attached to each other. One day they disappeared and
I asked our minder where they'd gone and he said Moscow. They moved in
another girl who was Italian, she told me that she'd been offered a
job in France and had ended up here. It was about this time that I
started to make movies. They were hardly Disney but I bet they made
more money. I spent at least one day a week in the 'studio' which was
a run down flat out in Spandau. I worked at least a ten hour day, but
at least it was warm. My main memory for that time was that I was
always so cold standing on that street.'

She hugged herself as if to warm up before going on.

'I met Dave after I'd been there a year or so. He was in the British
Army and he was out with a crowd of blokes looking for a quick lay. To
cut a long story short we got to be friendly and I became bold enough
to tell him my story. He arranged for a couple of friends of his,
Military Police as it happens, to pick me up one night in their jeep.
I was taken back to the barracks and hid out in Dave's room.
Eventually he managed to hide me in the back of a Lorry that he was
taking back to England. So I escaped.'

She stubbed her cigarette out and shook her empty packet making a moue
of disappointment as she found it was empty. She looked at me and I
just shook my head. She then said.

'Fairy-tale ending hey? Well not quite me and Dave tried to get it
together but it didn't work out. My head was so messed up I just
couldn't handle a serious relationship. So we drifted apart, he went
back to Germany I went back on the game. What else could I do? I'd
never had a job, I had no qualifications and I didn't even have a
national insurance number. I didn't know anything else and I was good
at sex. The first night out I got beaten up by a couple of old whores
as I tried to muscle in on their patch. I was rescued by a black guy
and now I had a new pimp. He feeds me and clothes me and takes all my
money. He also looks after me and finds a babysitter for my boy. His
bastard father, some sicko in a fairisle sweater would you believe,
had deliberately cut the tip off a condom so he could knock me up, it
was his fetish to father as many kids as he could. He was so fucking
ugly and my son is so beautiful sometimes I just feel he couldn't have
been the father but I know he was. I'm one of Lee's (my Pimp) coffle
of around six girls, the number is not exact as they come and go.
Sometimes it is a new girl, a runaway, and I can see myself in her.
I'm now twenty eight years old, I've slept with literally hundreds of
men, I've starred in at least a dozen porn movies (I've even been
recognised on occaision, fame at last eh?). I've been raped a couple
of times, the first time Lee caught the guy and beat him up, then he
beat me for giving it away for free. I didn't tell him about the
second rape. I've made tens of thousands of pounds for my 'owners' and
yet I've got nothing, a dingy flat and no respectable clothes. All I
have is my son and Lee has threatened to take him away if I ever try
to leave him.'

She stopped and looked at her watch.

'Shit Lee will kill me, I should have made at least fifty by now.'

She looked at me.

'You couldn't...... oh shit forget it. Just you tell everyone my story
hey. Just stop other girls falling into my trap.  Listen I've got to
go.'

She left the cafe. A small, mousy haired woman, with a young face and
hard, old eyes clad in a ridiculously short red leather skirt and
white tee shirt. She painted a smile on her face as a car drew up and
then she climbed in. The car drove away and she was swallowed up. I
never saw her again and I never did get her name.

****************************************************************************

As I said this is an experimental storyline, which was designed to
make the reader think, and I'd appreciate your comments.
Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk



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