CHAPTER 4 - VIRGIN

I showered for a long time; mourning in self regret because I had to accept the punishment I had gotten myself into. I had to come back to reality. There is no escape, the only thing I can do is to wait and see how it unfolds.

I came back into the white room, white dazzling lights around a mirror where women looked at themselves, admiring their curves, some even flaunting their body shape in ways I could have never imagined. But what I recognized was that a few of them were married, a golden ring around their finger symbolizing the oath they took for each other. Were they brought here by force?

' No, they have come willingly' A girl replied standing in front of the queue, I was standing in to get myself registered into this madness.

' But, aren't they married?' I asked adjusting my towel which kept slipping off, her eyes wandering between the many women who were wearing covering themselves with a wide range of towels. The only covering at our disposal.

' Some, perhaps are not satisfied with their husband, and some, just like doing it with many men, there's nothing wrong about how they feel and with whom they do it, it is about the aching pain of satisfaction,' she said wrapping the towel around her again, she had a habit of readjusting it every few minutes.

' What is this place?' I asked again, not finding the answer I wanted to hear from the first woman I met.

'It's hard to describe, its like a pleasure house for the rich where they buy women according to their preferences' she said moving along in the cue, while I observed women going out of the room with the black curtain closing it up.

' you see that women' she pointed out to a 35-year-old married lady, 'men love those kinds of women, busty and chubby, knowing it's going to be a taboo, or like those, her eyes moved towards a group of women who look preferably young, 19-20 years I would say.

'They like the kind, which they consider being a sin, well not that other women don't sell, but those typically are the highest paid, and when I mean highest, I am talking in billions' she said and my jaw dropped open, to imagine people paid so much, I surely couldn't imagine what they felt satisfied with.

' what do they do after they buy us, sexually exploit?' I questioned, our line closing up to the table where a fat woman laid, noting down their names.

' hmm....it depends on the master, Most of them are violent, they have sex with you non-stop, multiple times with multiple partners, seeing you broken and torn, some have weird fetishes like playing with toys and only a few, treat you like the slave you are supposed to be' she explained.

'umm...how long do I have to be the slave?' I asked hoping I could think of an escape plan, probably drug him to sleep or call the police.

' It depends on the master, they draw the contract on the stage or as we call it the red vote, the highest bidder will be with whom you will be in a contract. You will be his until he disposes you of,' she explained calmly like I was a 12-year-old kid, well she looked pretty old, I am guessing 30. She had a habit of curling her hair with her fingertips, as it fell on her chest.

' Marie' she said to the fat woman who sat on the bench proceeding towards the scales which took her body measurements. A paper was handed over to her at the end. I am guessing it was a sign they needed to not sue this business in case any problem arises. They are smart in foreseeing problems which might get them in trouble.

I turned my head back to see the fat women staring at me. 'NAME' she asked with cockiness. I was hesitant at first but 'MIA' I responded. She waved at me to proceed further, heading over to the weighing machine.

There was a girl dressed in a red frock, her top netted and a red lipstick highlighting her lips.

' next' she said smiling at me, and I was embarrassed for staring at her dress, not that I enjoyed looking at them, but it was a provocative dress, I would never imagine myself wearing. She took my height and body sizes along with some tests. I am guessing to check if I have AIDS or other diseases.

I probably knew this because people here were getting ready to have sex. I had come to terms with it, although I wasn't happy of the situation I had gotten myself into, I just had to find my way out.

They handed me a paper, which had a lot of words I dint know....something along the line ' fisting, scat, dildo ' these were terms I never knew. ' butt plug' I probably knew what that might be.

I looked back at the lady who gave me the paper. ' tick mark, the things which you are comfortable doing' she said although I dint see the point since the slave would either ways have to obey the master.

' I don't know what these terms mean' I said giving her the sheet back, I noticed a slight change in her expression, she handed me over a red card and told me to proceed past the black screen.

As I went through the screen, a dimly lit passage made its way till a room filled with murmurs. It was a run-down building, probably even abandoned as I saw some pipes lines passing over the ceiling, small droplets leaking. It wasn't pleasant.

I moved past the red curtain framing a doorway and went inside. There was a girl sitting on a chair with a beech wood table. She had the same clothing as the girl who took my measurements, probably a standard dress code. I handed over the red card, her fingernails long enough to pierce through any skin.

She looked at my body up and down, before calling out to a person named J. she inhaled the cigarette every few seconds, the smoke clouding her face. She was already in a state of trance. Her fingers marked by golden jewelry, complementing her skin, I could tell she held a superior position in whatever this black trade they were doing.

A man came out, only covering his body with black leather pants, which had two strings crossing over his shoulders. Pink lipstick on his mouth with white sparkling stars around his eyes, making him seem comical. Well, if he was out like that in a clown suit then I would surely laugh, but I was ashamed at my clothing to point out others.

' give her the special dress' she mouthed, inhaling the cigarette.

' oh sure,' he squeaked, pulling me towards a large basement which was 15ft high. Some red tents which were raised on the ground, with women moving in and out of it, all dressed in seductive clothing.

Most of them had the same dress code a black netted dress that had padded bras and skin-tight panties, a red lipstick outshining their pale complexion, and a black mask. They all looked the same from a distance. The only way to differentiate each other was the curves they were born with.

Among them were some who wore just a white satin along their curve, wearing a white mask and a few who wore black lingerie which barely covered their breasts matched with a black mask.

As I walked towards the tent, I noticed the dress the red-masked girl wore. ' Why are their different colored masks?' I asked curiously.

' Is this your first time?' he asked looking through the clothes which were dumped on the bed.

' yes,' I replied, my eyes looking at the clothing he would select. He picked up a black see-through bra and my heart nearly dropped. His hands again started moving to find a pair of laced red bra which had padding in the front and a laced thong which had to bet tied on the side.

'Black is for those who have a limit, and who wouldn't like to be shared with other people, White are those who accept multiple partners and Red is for virgins like you,' he said handing me over the clothes.

' How...' I asked, stunned. ' we have our way, dear,' he said leaving the tent, ' now hurry, the auction has already started'.

I started wearing what little clothing he gave to cover my personal parts, wearing the red mask. My lips dry and cracked, any minute I'd stretched them blood would come running down, not to mention I was awake by now, this weird place had flushed my alcohol out.

I looked at the tattered lipstick lying on the grey mat, hesitated for a minute, and wore what little of it was leftover my lips, walking back into the room.