The holiday was crazy but great. i really enjoyed it and had a great time. i just couldn't pull myself away from J long enough to come online much, but he has now returned to work, so let's try to pick up our story, shall we?
i huddled on Benny's lap trying to will myself invisible while Nina and her henchmen trapped Candy against the pool table. Before Benny could reach them Nina had Candy's clit bleeding from her nails and one of the idiot twins was advancing on Kayla. Kayla took one look at Candy's bleeding sex and decided she had business elsewhere and she scurried out of the basement and up the steps. In short, our relative peace was shattered and pandemonium reigned. Finally John's footsteps sounded on the stairs. i was so relieved to hear his approach i ran towards him. He grimaced when he saw me and stroked my cheek. i heard him mutter something very uncomplimentary about that scar faced bitch. He caught my hand and took me along with him towards the main basement room where we heard Benny yelling and Candy crying and Nina's demented laughter. John had a firm grip on his composure now, and he sauntered into the room like the god we girls thought he was. He clubbed the moron holding Candy in the back of the head and that man staggered out of the way. Picking Candy up he tucked her in the crook of his arm and carried her over to his usual chair. Jerking his head at Benny, he sat down. Benny followed and took his place, in the chair next to John and since i certainly had no desire to be left with the crazy woman and her goons i quickly followed and curled up between the two mens legs. Ignoring the "guests" John checked Candy over carefully and dug in his shirt pocket. He pulled out a stamp for her and a couple of Daddy's helpers. He jerked his head at me and i ran over to the fridge (which was in the opposite direct of Nina, along the back wall) and grabbed out three beers. i gave two to John and one to Benny before settling once more between their feet. He fed Candy her treat and then gave me a couple of sweet little friends as well. Then he patted Candy's rump and she crawled down to settle close to me and share her beer. Only then was it time for him to turn to the strangers in our basement.
At the time i didn't get it, but looking back, i see that John was making it clear that it was his house and he was in charge of it. His girls were once more under his control and looking up to him. His sidekick once more by his side. And, most importantly, he knew what was going on in his domain.
"What do you want?" John barked in his most ferocious voice. Hearing it i winced away and cringed against Benny's chair, wishing with all my heart to be anywhere but where i was. The woman laughed and something about her voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. You could hear the madness. "Oh Johnny, haven't you missed me baby?" She was a small woman and when she stood beside the seated hulk they were about the same height. To my astonishment John didn't grab her or even seem to want to look at her. He grimaced and looked away, his eyes finding Benny and then drifting down to me cowering beside him. He looked surprised to see me and squared his shoulders as though unwilling to let one of his whores see him bested by a woman. "No, Nina, I did not miss you. What the fuck do you want? I'm busy." She had followed his eyes and spotted me as well. To my horror instead of conversing with John she advanced on me with a terrible smile. "Oh, look, what do you have here, Benny? A pet? Let me rub her!" Benny's grip on my shoulder became an unbearable vice. A breathless gasp escaped me before i could stop myself and a couple of the tears swimming in my eyes escaped. And, yet i had no desire whatsoever to be free of that painful grip. Her long fingers stroked my cheek gently for a bare second before her hand hooked into a claw and her manicured talons ripped furrows in my skin. John knocked her away from me and exploded to his feet. Benny yanked me painfully up and over the arm of his chair. i huddled into a ball in his lap, drawing my legs up and making myself as small as possible. Tucking my face into his neck so i could still see somewhat i hid myself behind my long curtain of hair and went motionless, listening to John and the woman argue. The long and short of it was that she was there to choose two girls to work a show with her girls. The bargain was made and there was not a damn thing to be done about it. John grimaced and nodded to Benny before striding from the room to talk with Edward.
Nina was once probably an incredibly beautiful girl. She had soft silky hair the color of a moon beam. Her body was a tad on the thin side but her breasts were perky and not an ounce of fat anywhere in sight. The right side of Nina's face was stunning. She had lovely creamy skin, soft pink lips, and beautiful green eyes. But, on the left side, the vivid green was gone milky, and the skin was a ruin of scar tissue. Someone had held Nina's face against an iron repeatedly, destroying her beauty and driving her insane. Nina ruled Brandon's house with an iron fist. But, unlike John she made no attempt whatsoever to be fair. She was never alone, but always accompanied by Mike and Joe. Both were built like trucks and had about the IQ of one. i knew Nina was trouble the first day she walked into the basement of Edward's house. i was on my knees in front of John massaging his calves when he suddenly wrapped his hand in my hair and yanked me away from him. He nudged me towards Benny who yanked me to the side of his chair with unusual roughness. His iron grip on my shoulder demonstrated his tension quite painfully.
So, here is the post i wrote for yesterday, but during the tiny amount of time i was online yesterday blogger was being a bitch. On the other hand, today we'll just have two posts.
We were a very isolated lot. In fact, most of the girls in the house never saw anyone but the other members of the house and clients. We almost never worked with girls who were not owned by Edward. But, at some point in that long fall and winter of my 13th and 14th years a bargain was made between Edward and Brandon. Brandon was the man that Edward usually sold his stock to when they got too old for his house. Seventeen was the cutoff age in Edward's house and most girls went by sixteen. Brandon still had a closed house, meaning his girls didn't have to go out on the streets. Less risk in some ways, if a girl caught a bad client and ended up seriously hurt or dead, the pimp at least knew who was responsible. On the other hand, clients could pay a fee and that was usually the end of it. No use troubling good paying clients needlessly over replaceable whores. At any rate, Brandon was a man much like Edward who didn't get his own hands dirty very often. He had a man to run his business and a woman to run his girls. That woman's name was Nina and she was one of the most venomous bitches i have ever had the misfortune to run across.
Iris and i were playing hide and seek in the backyard. JH came out with Jenny and Franklin and said they wanted to play as well. All the kids versus the grown ups (yeah, i was 12 and a grown up.) The kids decided to seek first so that they could have more time to decide the best places to hide. JH and i hid between my father's boat and garage and he lit a cigarette and passed it to me. As i reached for it, he slid his hand down the front of my jeans, which barely hung on my hip bones. i focused on my smoke and the patterns in the wood siding of my father's building. my mind drifted away and i thought of the book i had just finished reading yet again. When Franklin's chubby little hand finally lifted back the tarp some time later, JH and i were both decently covered again, and his seed was seeping into my panties.
One bright fall Thursday that fell smack in the middle of my long hell with Jackson (i could neither remember a time when i had not been chained to him, and my escape was far in the future) i lost my mind. It was after football practice. i was waiting for Jackson by the back of the school. i hadn't really needed to stay after since i was on a suspension from the color guard for being suspended from school the preceding Monday, but if i went straight home Jackson sometimes got ideas that i was messing with other boys on the bus. So, i waited. i could tell almost immediately something was amiss by Jackson's posture. i became extremely adept at picking up on any tension. He walked straight to where i was sitting and picked me up by the throat, pinning me against the wall and holding me there. It doesn't take long in that position to realize you'd much rather be somewhere else. But, while both of us were focused on my kicking, clawing at his hand and choking, someone was approaching. Before i reached the point of acceptance and stopped struggling, or blacked out... i was unceremoniously dropped to the ground. i lay there hacking for a minute before i realized someone else was choking. And looking up i saw Jackson being throttled by Marcie's ex boyfriend David. Once he choked Jackson into submission he turned his head in my direction. "______?" Using my birthname, which almost no one used even then. "What's going on?" i saw the command in Jackson's eyes. i knew i should say that everything was fine and that we had just been wrestling. But, i also saw the fear in Jackson's eyes. And his neck dwarfed by David's huge fist on his throat. And, i started to cry. "You MOTHERFUCKER!" David cried. Jackson's eyes widened in disbelieving alarm, and i knew i'd pay for it, but i tipped him a wink.
i didn't see out of that eye for two weeks. It was worth it. David broke Jackson's nose.
In the interest of lighter posts, we are having a week of stand alone stories. This first is an example of why you should not try to be a strict authoritarian while completely blazed.
i had been late for a client. i was supposed to meet him in the basement rec room and i was about 15 minutes late. The client had not really been annoyed, but rules were rules and tardiness was not acceptable in the land of John. However it was a fairly minor infraction, and thus my punishment was left to Benny. The complication came from the fact that it was with Benny that i had been getting completely wrecked, and he had continued in this occupation while i was blowing an old man with a frustratingly floppy member in the basement. When said old man finally dribbled his load he petted my head affectionately, consulted John for another appointment and was shown graciously from the house. i popped into the bathroom off the back basement room to use a little mouthwash and heard John telling Benny that i had been late. i had to smile when i heard Benny exclaim "What a travesty, that wayward little harlot." Benny always turned into a literary genius when he was trying to conceal the fact that he was way too fucked up to know what the hell you were talking about. At any rate, a short time later i found myself face down over Benny's lap. He told me with barely concealed laughter that tardiness was not acceptable and i was a bad bad girl. He whapped his own leg smartly twice before he managed to land a spank on my own upturned bottom. After a few more licks, only one of which actually stung at all, he decided it was time to check if i were suitably contrite. "What are you?" and i knew i was supposed to answer that i was a bad girl and beg forgiveness through another 10 or 15 swats. But, i was in no mood for that, and saw my chance to wiggle out of it. "All yours," i replied and spread my legs a little wider and waggled my ass at him. And, it worked like a charm. Before i knew it he had me against the wall. And, i couldn't help but grin over his shoulder at John, who was shaking his head in disgust.
i still have a problem with tardiness. Lack of appropriate discipline on the subject i'm sure.
So fuck me running. i had to take a break to work on potty training Brad. Which was going very well. Then this morning he gets up sick as a damn dog. So, we are loosing progress in our potty training while he lays around sick as a dog and unable to clean up after himself, even with help, which is a major motivator. Dammit. i'm cursed i tell you. i do not know where to go. Ebony's story just takes too much out of me to tell right now. i'd like to come back to it when i have more energy to devote to her. She deserves her story to be told well. So where does that leave us? Fuck if i know. Something easier, lighter, less involved. Less guilt. These days i'm feeling guilty and like i'm fucking up all the time with the potty training war and some issues surrounding Kami, i just don't need a path right now that makes me feel like shit. So... i don't know. i'm looking.
For a short time, Jackson had his own girl he ran out of Edward's house. Her name was Ebony and she was one of the most beautiful girls i have ever laid eyes on. Her long hair fell in a perfectly straight curtain to her waist. Her skin was creamy, flawless, and the color of a pecan. And, she had the most expressive eyes. Jackson won her in a card name. Ebony was 15, and wouldn't normally have been taken as a new girl in Edward's house. She was even more volumptous than i was, and had a bit of a sassy manner about her. During the three months Edward allowed Jackson to keep her, Ebony annoyed the hell out of John, charmed Benny, and egged the girls into countless stupid stunts. Ebony was also the first girl i ever worked with for girl on girl action. By the time Edward decided he could no longer tolerate her, i had the biggest crush on her. She was everything i was not. And, i so admired that about her.
So, we covered the day i told Jackson i wasn't a virgin. He didn't react well, as we found. Here is what happened the day when he wanted to know exactly why i wasn't a virgin.
It was Sunday. Jackson called and had only brusque instructions. "Get dressed, we are going out to talk." He pulled in the drive and i rushed out and got in the car. For a long while we rode in complete silence. Finally we found ourselves at his friend Pete's hunting cabin, way back in the woods. He got out of the car, grabbed the low hanging back roof and pulled himself up. He disappeared out of my sight, but came back a few minutes later with the keys. He let us in the cabin. In the back bedroom he punched me in the stomach for the first time. It felt like my guts were going to cave in and i threw up on the floor which only made him angrier. He didn't often hit me in the face, but that day, he lost all control. When his fury was spent, i was crouched in a corner. The tred of his boots had left bruised imprints that would mar my skin for a good many days. my face was bruised and broken and ripped and torn. He looked at me and sighed deeply. He pulled his shirt over his head and used it to mop the blood off my face and then held my head back until my nose stopped bleeding. Finally he began to wipe the blood from the floor. "I'm sorry, I won't do that anymore. (HA! THIS IS THE BIGGEST LIE EVER TOLD) Just... you shouldn't have lied to me. You should have told me. Tell me now." And so i told him. i wrapped my arms around my bruised body and choked on my own blood, but i told him. i confessed to being more of a pet than a human to my grandfather. i watched his eyes harden in disgust. i fell silent and cowered against the wall watching him look at me like most people do the slug that has crawled onto their sidewalk. He wiped his bloody knuckles against his pants leg and cleared his throat. "What else?" So i told him about JH. And, when i finished confessing, he passed his judgment. "You are nothing but a little whore. You lied to me, and you tricked me. You fucking bitch. Take your clothes off, you are only good for one thing. I might as well get my share." And, that was how i came to be no longer his girlfriend. But, instead a possession. A flawed one.
So... things are crazy in my life right now. Brad is working on potty training really intensely and then he got sick. Its not been long enough since he was in the hospital and i thought he was dying. This illness has really bothered me. Stupid panicky overprotectiveness, but still. my days are so full i cannot find the time to blog everyday. In fact, the only online activity i've done everyday is read Lili's blog. i haven't even been able to comment. On Tuesday i did actually write a post, but then i edited it down to only 6 lines. Even totally stoned i realized that just wasn't cutting it, so i deleted the whole damn thing. Besides... i'm flogging a dead horse with this topic. i KNOW Edward was an inhuman bastard, and so do you. Instead of covering three more occasions when he displayed just what a prick he could be, tomorrow i'm going to do a stand alone post. Something J and i talked about for a while yesterday and i've been thinking about a lot since. i know i've been sporadic posting and even replying to comments lately. Life is just a bitch at the moment. It will even out. It has to.
