“You did very well pet.” I wiped my hands with a cloth, sprayed her new piercings with ointment, and unhooked her from the table.
I looked over my handiwork and was pleased with the results.
The question of the piercings in her tits rose again, but more than the beauty of four gems that matched her eyes there, I saw the image of a dark haired child feeding at her milky tits. The vision was so clear I stumbled back and had to cover my little lapse by walking across the room away from her.
9
Alyssa
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My body is numb and so is my mind. There was an almost surreal feeling to everything around me. This can’t be happening. Only this morning, a few short hours ago in fact, I was an eighteen year old with a shaky future, but there had still been hope. My father’s situation had changed I know, but no way could I have ever envisioned us coming to this.
When he’d first told me about his arrangement with the high and mighty Braxton Stanford, I thought it was a joke. Dad was known for his dry humor and here lately he’s been coming up with some doozies. I’d gone on spooning the lukewarm water masquerading as broth into my mouth over my laughter, but the silence on his end was deafening and I got a pain in my gut. “Dad?” I laughed again, but this time there was no real glee in the sound.
When he didn’t join in my laughter my natural animosity had kicked in and without giving it much thought I’d clunked him in the head with the closest thing to hand.
We hadn’t even had time to discuss it, since I’d gone into hiding, which I know now was a pointless move. But what else was I supposed to do? If I’d had time I would’ve ran away somewhere, though there weren’t that many options.
Life has changed so much since I was a little girl. It’s as if overnight everything had been turned upside down. And even though I was just a kid when it all started, I am sensible enough to know the difference. Then after dad lost everything the changes were even more apparent.
My world had gone from one of almost unfettered freedom and dreams, to an almost dystopian existence that bore no resemblance to the past. I now lived in a world where for all intents and purposes I no longer had any say.
It wasn’t safe anymore for a girl like me, though I thumb my nose at convention and my father’s constant worrying. I read the news I know what the streets have become in just ten short years.
Lawlessness abounds these days. The schools had been shut for some time now, except for the few Ivy League universities. And only the wealthy could afford to hire tutors for their sons.
Girls had been stripped of all responsibility other than that of wife and mother, so there was no longer a need for them to earn an education. Something I had once seen as my only way out.
The laws had changed in such a way as to favor men and only the wealthier ones at that. The great divide as it was called, where only a handful controlled the wealth, while the majority skirted near the poverty line, was even more obvious now than in days past.
I understood why dad thought he had to do this, why he had to sell me. The thought made bile rise in my stomach as I tried to keep my eyes trained on the ground as my new ‘owner’ walked around the room with nary a stitch on.
My body hurt in places I never knew it was capable of beneath the slight relief of the pills he’d given me. My clit was sore where he’d driven the tiny bars of gold through it. There was a gem, most likely a diamond, twinkling halfway down my flat stomach as it hung from my navel.
But the most horrifying were the ones between my legs. I wanted so badly to look, to touch; to see what it was he had done to me. But all I could do until I was alone was feel the weight of them, as they seemed to pull the lips of my sex.
He came back to me and I held my breath. I hate this strange feeling he’d awakened in me with his touch. I didn’t want it. I wasn’t too green to know what the shortness of breath meant, or the way my pulse sped up when he turned those blue eyes on me with that look in them. But I would be damned if I’m going to give into any of it.
He’d damn near maimed my body with his piercing shit, so I’ll have to wait until I healed a little, and also until I got the lay of the land. But the first chance I get I’m outta here. Shit! I remembered my father and what he’d said he’d do to him if I didn’t obey and my shoulders slumped.