“Look up! Look at the camera, bitch,” the husky voice from the control room said. It was
“Look up! Look at the camera, bitch,” the husky voice from the control room said. It was her first night at “The Manor”- an apartment complex ruled by men with invitation only. A private residence for the city’s elite males where women were mere playthings. Some had been captured off the streets, homeless hags or crack-whores who were easy victims but others like Jessica had come willingly, The Manor paying off her mother’s medical bills in exchange for a year of complete servitude. She had thought at first she could stomach it- the humiliation, being taught to fetch like a common dog, forced to crawl around on all fours, to beg to suck cock, but that had been all training. Three weeks of horror that she kept telling herself would be over soon. That she could handle it and the year would pass soon enough. It was an illusion. Even when she had been brought to the studio where she knew she’d be filmed, her image going out over The Manor’s closed circuit television so that she could be bid on, dressed only in a pair of white stockings, her body contorted by the binding red ropes, she kept saying “Its only a year, only a year.” When she saw herself in the tv monitor and the ridiculous white bow they had placed in her hair, reality set in. She was no longer hers. She was going to be owned. “Now smile, bitch. Tonight you become someone’s pet. Now look in the camera and say it,” she was commanded. Jessica obeyed, raising her eyes, fighting the tears as she looked into the camera. “Buy me, Master,” she sobbed, before the tears spilled from her eyes. -- source link