Sex slave

Date: 9/7/2019

I was with my friend who was on her way to her “job,” which was basically sex slavery, handmaid’s tale jezebel style. She looked stressed but not scared, at this point she was used to her regular client. We walked into the “hotel” of sorts and a woman was out front crying. My friend said “she does that all the time for attention, don’t worry about her.” As I came back with her to the room she was meeting her client in, I realized I was with her because I was seeing if I would be able to do this job, to see if it was that bad. We got to the room and two men were in there, laughing at a joke one of them told, and shirtless. They were both extremely attractive, which was surprising to me. They also didn’t look like they were human, even though in every visible way they were. She had explained to me they can take any form they want and know looking like an attractive male was a way to ease women’s stress over having to perform sexual acts, and in a lot of cases, develop feelings for them, making the job less like a job. My friend’s client greeted her with warmth but also a bit of ego, and she replied sarcastically back, telling the second man her “date” was in his room waiting for her. He took that as a signal to leave, leaving me, my friend, and her client alone. Her client came up to me looking extremely interested in me, eyeing me up and down, telling my friend how happy he was to have a guest. She rolled her eyes and plopped down on the bed, honestly looking fairly comfortable with the current situation. He started explaining how he would love to have my friend develop feelings for him and it would make things so much better. His voice and presence so close to me was starting to turn me on. I whispered back into his ear “It’s all about the art of seduction.” He pulled away to look at me hungrily and said “maybe I already know how to do that” and guided me to lay down on the bed. It was big enough that my friend was pretty far away. I looked at her, asking for approval through the look and her expression was mild and accepting, with some warning. I knew what I was doing could be dangerous if pleasing him didn’t occur. In the moment, however, he seemed extremely interested in what could happen. I was trying to act casual, as he sat next to me, lightly running his hand up my leg, under my skirt. He landed between my legs, and said heavily, “looks like I’m not having to try too hard to seduce you... with how wet you already are.” He leaned in to kiss me, only staying there a moment, before lifting my skirt up so my panties were exposed. He moved down so his head was between my knees, kissing and licking his way up while I sighed openly and dropped my knees to each side. Then suddenly I felt something push him away and force on top of me. It was his friend from earlier! He forced himself inside me and was biting me all over, drawing blood. He had so much force on me that all I could do was scream. I put my hand on his face to push him away, but he bit my finger off, gushing blood everywhere. Finally, my friend’s client successfully pushed him away off the bed and scolded him, telling him he wasn’t allowed to have me. He stood up in the corner of the room, apologizing, telling him I just smelled too nice not to try. He was licking blood off his lips. My friend was clearly upset, but she didn’t seem as surprised at the situation. It was clear she had seen worse. I was shaking and crying, holding my finger, with cuts and bites all over my neck and shoulders, also bleeding a little between my legs. My friend’s client comforted me and apologized. He told me his friend completely ruined what could have been an amazing experience, and that he wished I would come back some day. He then guided me to a medical suite so I could be examined and cleaned up, and left me with my friend. I was still shaking, but tried to steel myself. While a doctor tended to my wounds, I told my friend I understood why she could take this job but why she hated it. She did assure me her client was one of the good ones, however a little egotistical and aloof. She said the risk to her was worth it, knowing she had more freedom to be herself while in this situation.