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   MRWADE.220 By Master Wade

   The Phantoms of Prolac

   Chapter One

   Becky Morris awoke to find herself laying on what appeared to

   be an over-stuffed, tufted leather massage table.  She was

   immediately aware that she was naked, bound, and not alone.

   Turning her head from left to right, Becky could see other tables

   on either side of her, and other women, all of them bound in the

   same fashion in which she was bound.

   The other women began awaking also, and the room filled with

   the excited and nervous jabbering of frightened young women,

   unaware of their surroundings, how they had come to be where they

   were, and what would happen to them.  No one seemed to have the

   answers to those important questions, and each girl could recount

   only what she remembered prior to waking up.

   "I don't know...I just know I was getting in my car, on my way

   to lunch...and now I'm here." The woman speaking was in her midtwenties,
with short dark hair and breasts which stood proudly,

   pointing at the ceiling.

   "I was in the elevator...I think...yes, I was...how did I get

   here?  What's going on?  Why are we all naked?" This girl was

   younger, perhaps barely out of her teens.  Her breasts were small,

   her legs long, her hair auburn and shoulder length.  Her voice

   trembled as she spoke.

   It soon became clear that all of the women in the room, and it

   appeared to Becky that there were perhaps ten or twelve of them,

   although she could not see them all, had been going about their

   normal daily activities and had suddenly awakened to find

   themselves in their current condition.  No one seemed to have any

   explanation for their plight, or any idea about what the future

   might hold for them.

   Becky shivered, perhaps from fear, perhaps from the cool air

   which brought goosebumps to her naked body.  Her nipples were

   rigid, embarassingly so, and Becky fought a feeling of arousal

   which she knew, logically, that she should not be feeling.  She

   wished it were possible for her to close her legs.  Someone, sooner

   or later, would be entering the room, and it was impossible for her

   to cover herself.  Such thoughts were not helpful in reducing her

   arousal, and Becky tried to think of other things.  It was

   difficult.



   Phantom XP30 watched the women in the monitor.  He always

   enjoyed seeing them wake for the first time.  He liked the fear he

   saw in their eyes, and the arousal they always exhibited.  He moved

   the camera remotely, zooming in on each woman in turn, examining

   her assets.

   "This is a good one," he said, speaking to Phantom AN63 who

   stood next to him.  "Look at her lips and the shape of her mouth."

   "Yes, I see," replied AN63.  "You will want to see that one

   rolled over, I think."

   "I will, yes.  The tits are not especially large, but will

   fill out, of course.  I like the long nipples."

   "Will you want that one?", AN63 asked.

   "Perhaps.  Check her chart for me.  I'll examine her more

   closely later on.  What do they call her?"

   "Becky Morris," AN63 replied.  "Secretary.  Twenty-eight.

   Married with no children."

   "Do we have a whore in this batch?", XP30 asked.

   "The dark-skinned one on the end.  From Cuba."

   "Room them together."

   "Yes, Phantom.  Why is it you prefer the whores?", AN63 asked,

   marking the chart to indicate Phantom XP30's instructions.

   "I don't prefer the whores.  They are simply useful.  A good

   influence on the others...the ones with less experience.  This

   Becky...where is she from?"

   AN63 flipped through the charts until he found Becky's.

   "Westerville, Ohio.  Toward the center of the country.  Below

   the big lakes of Canada."

   "Do we have others from there?"

   "Not in this batch.  I can check the files if you like."

   "No, not now.  Perhaps later.  Roll them over, film them, lash

   them and scrub them.  I'll be in my quarters."

   The door opened, and Becky turned her head to see four men

   enter the room.  Stopping at the first table, the men unbound a

   squealing girl and rolled her over onto her stomach, only to bind

   her once more.  They continued the process until they reached

   Becky, and then roughly handled her in the same fashion.  By the

   time they got to her, Becky was trembling violently, and tears were

   forming in her eyes.  She struggled at first, but she was no match

   for even one of them.  As they bound her ankles and wrists again

   she felt one of the men wipe his finger through her sex and laugh.

   Her hips jerked in response and Becky felt a wave of shame roll

   over her.

   The four men left the room, only to return moments later, each

   of them grasping what appeared to be a handful of limber neon

   colored cords.  Beginning at the end once again, the men began

   whipping the ass, legs and backs of the naked women, one man per

   table.  The room came alive with sobs and shouted epithets, all

   which were futile, and the sound of the neon cords striking the

   tender skin of naked females.

   Becky was overcome with emotion.  She had never, ever,

   anticipated such treatment.  Whippings were fiction to her,

   something one read about happening to negro slaves, or to Christian

   captives of the Romans.  It was not something which could be

   happening to Becky Morris.  Where was her husband?  Why was there

   no one here to stop this violent assault?  Her body jerked with

   pain at the stinging pain the cords brought to her ass, the backs

   of her thighs, and to her back.  Realizing that crying out was

   useless, Becky gritted her teeth and sobbed into the cool leather.

   Aware of her hips jerking with each blow, Becky felt her pubic

   mound grinding into the leather of the table with each stroke of

   the neon, and cursed the stimulation of her hard nipples by the

   leather under her.

   When all the girls had been whipped, the men took them by

   fours from the room to a stark shower stall where other women

   scrubbed their bodies with rough sponges and soapy water which

   smelled of flowers.  The women were silent, and while they were not

   unkind in their treatment, it was obvious that they had done this

   many times before.  When this was accomplished, the girls were led

   away from the stalls down a long hallway and into reasonably large

   dormitory-style rooms, two to a room.

   Becky found herself paired with an olive-skinned Latino girl.

   She was attractive, even in her nakedness, and her manner suggested

   that she was much more comfortable nude than Becky was.

   "I wish I knew what the fuck was going on in this god-damned

   hell hole," the Latino girl cursed.  "If that son-of-a-bitch

   Rubella is the one to blame for this, I'll cut his fucking throat!"

   Becky listened to the girl's curses, too weak and confused to

   do anything but lay on her side on one of the small beds in the

   room.  There were no covers, and Becky curled into a fetal

   position, trying to warm herself and cover her nakedness at the

   same time.

   "Do you have any idea where the hell we are?", the girl asked

   Becky, sitting on the bed across from her, her legs apart, her

   elbows resting on her knees.  As opposed to Becky, who was almost

   in shock from the recent events, the Latino girl appeared to be

   more angry than anything esle.

   "I don't know.  I just want to go home," Becky said, quietly.

   "And where is home for you?", the girl asked.

   "Ohio.  My husband will come for me soon.  I know he will."

   "Ohio?  Shit, girl...I'm from Cuba.  I was in Havana, washing

   out my panties and the next thing I know I'm here.  You think your

   husband is going to find you?  Get fucking real!"

   "Someone will find us.  Someone HAS to find us.  We can't all

   just disappear, without anyone looking for us."

   "I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you," the girl replied.

   "This place, wherever it is, isn't like home, for you or for me.

   I don't know where we are, but I don't think we're going anywhere

   they don't want us to go."

   Phantom XP30 watched the video tape, stopping it on the frame

   that showed a close-up of Becky Morris's ass.  It was better than

   he had expected it to be.  The only better ass was the one

   belonging to the Negro girl, and it was only marginally better.  The

   whore had a good ass too, and he was glad he had paired her with

   the Morris woman.  Fast-forwarding to the whipping scenes, he

   watched Becky's with curious amusement.  It made him hard to watch

   it.

   Re-winding the tape to the beginning, to take another look at

   a frontal view of the girls, XP30 pressed a button on his console.

   Almost immediately, a petite young woman entered and knelt between

   his legs.  She opened the fly of his garment and quickly took his

   cock into her mouth, sucking him while he watched the video tape.

   XP30 paused the tape once more, this time on the closeup of Becky's

   face.  Holding the girl's head in his hands he fucked himself up

   into her rapidly until he spewed a heavy load of cum into her.  The

   girl gobbled eagerly until she had drained him, and licking her

   lips, left the room as quickly as she had entered it.

   "You slept a long time," the latino girl said, softly, as

   Becky groggily opened her eyes.  She had hoped it had all been a

   dream, but the welts on her backside reminded her of the reality of

   it all.

   "My name is Barbara," the girl said.  "I work for Rubella

   Muero, in Havana.  Usually the hotels.  Sometimes the airport."

   "My name is Becky.  Becky Morris.  I'm a secretary for an

   advertising firm in Westerville, Ohio.  What kind of work do you

   do?"

   "Adult entertainment.  We make sure the American tourists want

   to visit our country often."

   "You're a prostitute?", Becky asked.

   "I guess you would call it that, yes," Barbara replied.  "I

   bring happiness to many men and sometimes women.  Sometimes it is

   not so much "the berries" as you might say, but then it is not

   always so bad.  I live well." She looked at the floor.  "At least

   I used to."

   Just then the door opened and two men entered.  They grabbed

   Barbara roughly and removed her from the room, locking the door

   behind them.  Becky could hear them in the hallway, just outside

   the room, laughing, but she could not understand what they were

   saying.  In a few moments the door opened, and Barbara was shoved

   back into the room.

   "Sons of Beeches!!", Barbara shouted at them, shaking her

   fist.

   "What happened?  What did they do to you?", Becky asked,

   frightened.

   "Nothing men haven't been doing to me since I was thirteen,"

   Barbara replied.  "But they do not have to force this whore like

   she cannot give pleasure on her own!  Bastards!"

   "They raped you?" Becky was trembling.

   "They fucked my mouth, which is okay with me.  But to be ugly

   bastards and choke me.  They did not have to do that to me."

   Becky cringed.  She was sure her turn would come.  Sucking

   cock was nothing she rebelled against, but she had always done it

   because she wanted to.  And now she was facing the imminent

   possibility of rape!

   "This is very strange," Barbara said, licking at her lips.  "Do

   you know...the cum of these men...it is not like men I have known."

   "What do you mean?", Becky asked, wrinkling her eyebrows.

   "This cum...this cum is not strong and salty.  I know you will

   say I am a lying whore, but the cum...it tastes to me like

   chocolate syrup, or caramel."

   Becky almost laughed, in spite of the replusion and fear she

   felt.  Chocolate syrup?  Caramel?

   "It must be something they ate," Becky said, sitting up in the

   bed.

   "Maybe.  Maybe not.  It was the same with both of them.  We

   should feed our tourists the same meals if you are right."

   Becky grinned.  As awful as it was, it sounded as if Barbara

   enjoyed it.  Her smile faded quickly, however, as the door to the

   room opened and two more men entered, this time for her.

   The men man-handled her, pulling her into the hallway and

   forcing her to her knees, her back against the wall.  Before she

   could fully grasp what was happening, one of the men was pushing

   his erection into her mouth.  He was large, and the head of his

   cock pressed against her throat, almost choking her.  She braced

   herself with her hands against his legs.  There was no point in

   resisting, but her nature implored her.  There was no escape, and

   the cock pounded into her, the man's pubic hair grazing her nose,

   his balls slapping against her chin.

   When he came it was a strong stream of cum, not the spurting

   gobs that she was accustomed to.  She swallowed quickly to keep

   from choking, and was immediately aware of the taste Barbara had

   described to her earlier.  It WAS like chocolate syrup, or at least

   reminiscient of it.  It certainly was not unpleasant tasting at

   all.  In fact, as much as she hated to admit it, it tasted very

   good.  Too good.

   When the first man was done with her, the second man quickly

   took his place, and Becky was once again being face-fucked.  He was

   smaller and came more rapidly, and in spite of her fear, Becky

   found herself licking at the head of his cock as he withdrew it

   from her mouth.  Quickly and unceremoniously the men pushed her

   back into the room.

   Phantom XP30 looked at his watch.  The first feeding would be

   over shortly, and the girls would be brought into the conference

   room.  It was XP30's responsibility to initiate the new ones, and

   to oversee their training.  It was a labor of love, and one that he

   enjoyed very much.  Sexually, his benefits were no greater than

   those of any of the men, but he very much enjoyed them when they

   were new and fresh, still unaware of their situation.  And, he got

   his choice of them.  That was always nice.

   Becky and Barbara were led out of the room and into the

   hallway once more.  Joined by the others, they walked in pairs

   through a maze of corridors until they reached a room with two

   large leather covered doors.

   Once inside, the girls were instructed to take their seats in

   rows of leather chairs which faced a wide conference table.  It was

   their first real chance to see each other, and while it was

   embarassing to be observed so closely while nude, it was never-theless
interesting to see the others.

   It appeared that they were all approximately the same age.

   Becky guessed that they were in their twenties, with perhaps one or

   two of them younger, perhaps one of them older.  Besides age, it

   appeared that the girls all had a certain degree of attractiveness

   in common.  They were all lovely, possessing generally well-formed,

   youthful bodies.  Becky saw no one that she knew, other than her

   new friend, Barbara.

   XP30 entered the room and took a seat at the table, facing the

   young women.  Two other men, dressed similarly to him, stood at

   each end of the table, and there were other men situated around the

   room.  There were no women present, other than those who had been

   there from the first.

   "You are no doubt wondering where you are and what is to

   become of you," Phantom XP30 began, addressing the girls in a firm

   but kind voice.  Becky guessed him to be in his late forties or

   early fifties.  His hair was beginning to turn a bit gray, but he

   was an attractive, perhaps even charismatic, man.

   "You are, as shocking as it will be to you to hear it, in a

   different world from that from which you came.  This is not Ohio,

   this is not the United States of America, this is not Earth.  This

   world has much in common with your own, and yet is very different.

   You have been brought here to serve us, and you will discover that

   you will do so with great joy.  There is nothing for you to fear."

   There were murmurs from the women, most of whom were not

   convinced that they were hearing the truth.  Another world?  Right!

   "If you are considering that you will soon be discovered by

   those who miss you on Earth, you may forget such thoughts.  Your

   world's progress with space exploration is elementary in the

   extreme, and it will be hundreds of thousands of years before they

   are capable of even recognizing the existence of our planet, much

   less traveling to it.  You may also forget any notions you may have

   concerning escape, or convincing us to return you to Earth.

   Nothing of that nature has ever happened, or will happen.  Forget

   it."

   "Why don't you use your own women, asshole?", Barbara shouted.

   Becky quickly put her hand on Barbara's arm, hoping to stop her

   from getting herself in trouble.

   "It is not necessary to be vulgar," replied XP30, calmly.

   "Your question, as rudely as it was posed, is certainly a

   reasonable one.  Let me explain." He rose from his seat and walked

   around to the front of the table, leaning against it.

   "Some time ago, approximately 100 years ago, as you measure

   time, an invading force from another planet, one which is as

   superior to ours as ours is to yours, raped our planet and took our

   women from us.  The women of our world have always been most

   beautiful, and we understand and accept that they will no longer be

   ours.  There is nothing we can do about it.

   "As you might imagine, this created a major threat to the

   survival of our people.  While our reproduction is somewhat

   different from yours, it did depend on there being a feminine

   species available to us.  When they were taken from us, our

   extinction became almost a certainty.

   "It was at this time that we first visited your Earth, and

   brought back a specimen on which to experiment.  We learned much

   from her, so much that it became obvious to us that we had

   discovered a way to save ourselves.  Since then we have become

   regular visitors to your world, taking some of your most delightful

   inhabitants as our own.

   "Your role here is broad and varied.  Some of the earth women

   here are breeders, almost exlusively used for the propogation of

   our species.  All have that ability, of course, and are subject to

   such usage, but some will merely serve as pleasure givers, and

   others as what we call elimination facilitators.

   "Physically, we appear to you, and you to us, as being almost

   exact reproductions of our own species.  This is in the main quite

   accurate with some important distinctions.  Let me explain.

   "The male ejaculate of our species is a much more complex and

   useful product than you are accustomed to on Earth.  By now you may

   have noticed that it has a far different taste and aroma than you

   are accustomed to.  Earth women, more so than any other women we

   have known...even those who were once ours, come to love the taste

   of what you would call our semen.  And, unlike any other species of

   woman we have known, find it addictive, much the same as the drug

   cocaine is addictive in your world.

   "Our ejaculate is also a multi-purpose fluid.  In addition to

   being the vehicle through which our reproduction takes place, it is

   a fluid which eliminates our body wastes.  Our orgasms, as you

   would call them, serve both sexual and maintenance functions for

   our bodies.  This, of course, is a happy condition, and one which

   your own earth men would envy, were they aware of it."

   The women were spell-bound, sitting quietly as if in a trance,

   amazed by what they were hearing.  As bizarre as it all sounded, it

   somehow made sense to them.  XP30 continued.

   "Interestingly enough, our semen, when ingested by earth

   women, serves to nourish the earth woman's body, just as food does

   on your planet.  Actually, it does so in a much more effective and

   pleasing way than you are accustomed to.  You will have no dietary

   problems here, no struggles to maintain an attractive figure.

   Those of you with relatively small breasts will find that condition

   changing.  Your breasts will grow larger, the growth controlled by

   another unique circumstance which I will go into later on.  While

   you are all very beautiful, you will grow even more beautiful as

   you feed on the semen of our men.  And feed, you will."

   Becky's mind was reeling.  Could it be true that she had been

   transported to another world?  One in which she was to feed on the

   cum of a strange species of men who looked just like the men of her

   own world?  Where she was to serve sexually the needs of men,

   becoming addicted to their ejaculate?

   "The repurcussions of all of this will become evident to you

   as time goes by.  You will not find them unpleasant, and you will,

   in fact, become more and more at home here.  So much so, that even

   if you had the chance to return to your own planet, you would

   reject it.  Those women here who have preceded you are evidence of

   the truth I speak, and you will enjoy meeting them when your

   training is complete.

   "While you will have no need of normal nourishment here, our

   male population does, and you will find much of the daily life on

   our planet related to the feeding of our populace, just as it is on

   your earth.  Some of you will serve in restaurants and

   supermarkets, just as you have on earth.  Most of our foods are the

   same as yours, and most of you will have no trouble preparing our

   meals when called upon to do so.

   "We do not have the institution of marriage in our world.  The

   men of our world are ranked by a ranking system which is eons old.

   My rank is XP30, a rank based on my contribution to our society.

   Younger men, or those who have not been as fortunate as I, will

   have rankings similar to that of my assistant AP63, who is standing

   there by the door." XP30 motioned with his hand toward AP63, who

   smiled and raised his hand.

   "Our rankings relfect many things and have an effect on many

   things in our world.  Where our relationships with women are

   concerned, they dictate our ability to choose our own pleasure

   givers, elimination facilitators, and life givers.  We do not have

   jealousy in our world, possibly because there are no restrictions

   where the usage of women is concerned.  While I may have, and do

   have, a collection of women who serve me regularly, any male with

   the proper ranking may use my women at any time, as long as their

   usage does not conflict with mine or that of a higher ranking male.

   And any of my women may service any male at any time, as long as my

   needs are taken care of.

   "You will find, as you complete your training, that you will

   always be eager to serve when called upon.  It will not be

   distasteful to you, or something you hesitate to do.  You will find

   some of us more appealing, naturally, than others, but all males

   will be appealing to you, partially because of your addiction to

   our semen, and partially because of the joy you will find in

   serving us.

   "I mentioned earlier that there is a circumstance which has a

   bearing on the size of your breasts.  Let me further explain that

   at this time.

   "The ejaculate of our men, upon entering your bodies, sends

   nutrients to your breasts which make them grown larger.

   Considering the frequency with which women here ingest cum, it is

   obvious that there must be something to check that growth.

   Interestingly enough, the most effective check to that growth is

   the regular ingestion of earth woman vaginal fluids.  The need for

   this compensating ingestion of vaginal fluids is directly related

   to the amount of cum ingested into your system.  In other words,

   the more cum you eat, the more pussy you must also eat.  The

   alternative is an unhealthy and unreasonable growth in your

   breasts.  Fortunately, this situation seems to correct itself, as

   our men have limits of enjoyment where breasts are concerned.  Let

   yours grow too large and you will be mal-nourished, and your

   breasts will become small once again.

   "I realize that this is much for you to consider, and I will

   end my remarks here and give you time to reflect upon what I have

   said.  Some of you will struggle against what is inevitable, but I

   would advise against that.  You will find yourself growing more and

   more pleased with your lot here in our world as time goes by.  To

   fight it is useless, and will only make your acclimation more

   difficult and unplesant for you, and for us."

   XP30 then walked from the room, followed by all the men.  The

   women were left alone for the first time, the entire group

   obviously free to talk among themselves or to go where they wished.

   When they were alone, excited conversations broke out among

   the girls.  Some were unconvinced, and expressed doubts about what

   they had heard.  Others were less doubtful, and were inclined to

   believe all that they had heard.

   "There must be a way out of this," Becky said, shaking her

   head.  "Do you really believe this is another planet?", she asked

   Barbara.

   "Hey...all I know is that I just sucked two cocks and it

   tasted like chocolate syrup.  This is not Havana."

   "Then you believe all that business about cum being our

   nourishment?  I think this is one big practical joke, or something.

   It has to be!"

   "I guess we'll find out.  What do we do now?"

   Just as Barbara asked the question, the doors opened and a

   woman entered.  She was beautiful, and obviously not one of the

   newcomers.  She wore a tunic type outfit, very short, and very

   form-fitting.  She moved to the front of the room and stood in

   front of the table.

   "My name is Andrea Winters," she said, smiling.  "Five years

   ago I was here just as you are now, a new resident of Prolac, and

   just as concerned and confused as you are.  Some of you are

   frightened.  Some of you are angry.  And some of you are just

   wondering what is next.

   "Let me assure you that everything Phantom XP30 said to you is

   the truth.  As bizarre as it all sounds, this IS another world,

   very much like our Earth, yet very different.  Your treatment thus

   far has been carefully orchestrated to make it clear to you that

   you cannot control your destiny.  As time goes by that will matter

   little to you, and, as XP30 said, you would choose to be where you

   are now, if you had the choice.  I certainly would, although I

   found that hard to believe when I sat where you sit now.

   "When we are done here you will be given a uniform which will

   identify you to all here as a trainee.  When your training is

   completed you will be given a shopping spree, and you will be able

   to choose the clothing you will wear.  While you will not have the

   variety of choices you are accustomed to on Earth, you still will

   enjoy the process of selecting the clothing which is available to

   you.

   "In the coming days, you will grow more and more comfortable

   with your surroundings, and will enjoy your training more and more.

   By the time your training is over, you will be a happy and content

   resident of Prolac, and one of over 750,000 Earth women who now

   serve here.

   "The room-mate you have been given will be a special friend

   and confidante to you.  You will train together, live together,

   dine together, and will perform many of your duties together during

   your training.  The friendship you form will be a lasting one, and

   you will remember these days with great fondness in the future.

   "Do not be concerned with the rough treatment you have

   received thus far.  You will be fed again immediately upon your

   return to your quarters, and once again before bedtime.  If you

   resist your feedings, you will find your handlers employing force.

   If you feed compliantly, you will find them to be quite gentle with

   you.  By the time you have had your third feeding you will no

   longer resist your nourishment.

   "We know enough about each of you to know that you are not

   prudes.  Such Earth women are not brought to Prolac, as their

   ability to adapt would hamper their success.  Accept your role here

   and you will find the entire process of training a very pleasing

   one.  Fight it, and you will only complicate matters for yourself

   and for the rest of us.  There are no alternatives.

   "At the end of your training you will be assigned roles.  Some

   of you will be life givers, some of you pleasure givers, and some

   of you elimination receivers.  These assignments may change from

   time to time, but you will find that nothing will be expected of

   you that you are not capable of delivering.

   "Tomorrow you will learn more about your training, but for

   now, please follow the attendants, pick up your uniforms, and have

   a pleasant evening."

   When she concluded her remarks, Andrea left the room without

   responding to the questions which were shouted at her from some of

   the women.  The men entered, and the women rose to follow them to

   the supply room.

   The uniforms were attractive but skimpy.  Fashioned of silk,

   and available in white and pink only, they consisted of a halter

   top and a pair of tap pants.  One pair of white or pink high heels

   was also furnished each girl.  The girls put them on immediately,

   anxious to cover their bodies once again.  Becky felt almost more

   exposed once she had hers on.  It was a feeling she didn't

   understand, exactly, unless it was the fact that the uniform marked

   her as being a trainee in this strange world.

   Just as Andrea had promised, the men soon appeared at Becky

   and Barbara's room again.  This time two of them entered and

   approached the girls separately, unzipping their garments as they

   neared them.  Barbara slid to her knees and began servicing the man

   who stood in front of her without complaint.  Becky, nervous and

   less sure that such obedience was in her best interest, waited

   until she felt the man's hand in her hair, and then complied.  As

   before, the stream of cum emptied into her was copious and full of

   flavor.  Becky felt a wave of humiliation wash over her as she

   realized her enjoyment of the taking of this man's cum.  She licked

   his shaft clean when he was done, tucking his member back into his

   garment gently, and licking her lips.

   When the men were gone, Becky was the first to speak.

   "It really is good, isn't it?", she asked.

   "Yeah.  Damn good, actually.  I'm glad they're coming back

   before bedtime."

   "Me too." Becky could hardly believe her words, but she had

   only spoken the truth.

   "Have you ever been with a woman?", Barbara asked, laying back

   on her bed.

   "Not really," Becky replied.

   "What does that mean?", Barbara asked.

   "Well, a friend and I played some.  But we didn't go all the

   way, if you know what I mean."

   "You didn't eat her pussy?"

   "No.  I would have, I guess, but it just didn't go that far."

   "Yeah."

   "How about you?  I guess so, huh, with you being a prostitute

   and all that."

   "Yeah, I've done it.  More than a few times, in fact.  I guess

   when you do a lot of men you like something different, something

   that you're not getting paid for.  Something you want to do, not

   that you have to do."

   "I hope you don't mind my asking you about it.  I guess it

   isn't so easy being a prostitute."

   "If I didn't want to do it, I'd have done something else.  I

   was a good whore, and I got the best johns.  Made a lot of money.

   I lived good."

   "I've never known a whore before."

   "I'm glad we're rooming together.  You're not like me.  You're

   soft, almost fragile.  You remind me of my ex-husband's sister.  She

   was my first girl."

   "You had sex with your sister-in-law?"

   "Yeah.  We were both young.  I was barely seventeen and she

   was fifteen.  But we did it a lot.  He was always gone somewhere.

   I was lonely, and so was she.  It was good.  She was so cute.  The

   kind of girl that makes you think of doing it, you know?"

   "Yes, I think I know what you mean.  And I remind you of her?"

   "Yeah.  Does that bother you?"

   "No.  I guess I like it, actually.  It makes me feel closer to

   you."

   The girls were quiet for a bit, lying on their own beds,

   staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

   "Becky?"

   "Yes?"

   "Sucking their cocks...I like it.  I've done so many, and I

   guess I liked it sometimes.  But not like this.  I like that I like

   it, Becky."

   "Yes.  Me too.  My husband liked for me to do his, but the

   taste turned me off.  This is different.  When do they come again?"

   Continued in MRWADE.221....

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