I looked up and Saw Christine coming into the lobby. She looked hot as usual in her denim shorts and that blue top that she had been wearing that first day. She had on her black flip-flops again, with her hair kinky and loose about her shoulders. She smiled as she strolled right past me, within inches, and I saw she had a sheaf of papers in hand.



“Hi jack, she said, sitting right up on the edge of the desk and crossing her legs. I stared at her as she kicked her leg, her thong slapping on the sole of her foot right in front of my face as she grinned. Having some fun, Jack? Isn’t she precious? she asked and Jack laughed.



“That she is, Chris, he sniggered and pulled another cigarette out. He offered her one as well, and lit it as she nodded. Very obedient too.”



“Oh? she said, looking at him to continue. Jack grinned and started in with the story of meeting Anne and Bluto and going through all the rest of the morning. Christine was laughing and holding her stomach by the time he finished with his own encounter, wiping tears from her eyes.



“Oh god she laughed. That’s great! Too much! She gasped, trying to draw breath as she looked down at me, then started in again all the harder. Jack just smiled, chuckling as he smoked his cigarette and picked up one of the papers she had brought to read. I saw his smile widen as his eyes lit up…



“For Hire he read outloud, Carla the Maid! She’ll do anything for a buck. Contact Shannon to set up an hourly appointment. He laughed, setting the paper down on the stack. Cute.”



“Give those to all the tenants, okay Jack? Christine said, finally scooting off the desk and padding around me. She circled me as I continued to kneel there, and I saw ash fall in front of me. Shannon and I decided to lease the bitch out during the week. She works, and I’ll take her to task around here, but Carla’s a damn good little drudge and it won’t take her long to have this place sparkling.”



“I’ll say, Jack agreed. I didn’t know you were in with Shannon, though?”



“Actually, Shannon’s in with me. I’m the one caught him stealing panties from my wash. The pathetic little shit was so terrified of jail that he signed his life away. Didn’t even know what he was signing when I offered him a contract, or that I could just scan in his signature and transfer it to any paper I typed up on the computer. Shannon knows her laws too. It was so easy, it was pathetic. We figured why not make a buck off his ass while we were at it. I bet most anyone in the building would pay for Carla’s special attention, hunh?”



I had straightened up and was sitting back on my heels and staring at Christine at that point, listening in disbelief. They were going to lease me out now, renting me to my neighbors without a care. I could not believe it, though why I was not surprised I don’t know. My head was spinning, and Christine was standing arrogantly over me, one hand on her hip and the other with the cigarette at her lips. She took a drag and blew smoke about me, making me cough.



“Something to say, bitch? You seem upset. She sneered, grinning evilly down at me, almost daring me to say something. Stupidly, I did.



“You You said a month, I whined, looking up at her with pleading eyes. I was ready to cry again. God, what had happened to me?



“I lied, Christine said without batting an eye.



“But You can’t You can’t do this to me!”



“I already have, she smirked, exhaling on me again. You don’t like it, you can always leave, she said, glancing out the front windows, then back to me. There’s the door she said, gesturing with her cigarette.



I licked my lips, staring up into her cold, cruel eyes. My erection wilted under her harsh gaze, her cruel smile. I looked to the door. It was beautiful out, a gorgeous sunny day. I saw people strolling by, enjoying the bright, warm weather. They seemed oblivious as to the drama unfolding just yards away from where they walked.



“Go ahead she added, even going a step further, strolling to the door and opening it for me. I looked to my hands, still locked in handcuffs and the filthy maid’s uniform that I was wearing.



“I can’t go out like this



Christine shrugged. Up to you, Carl. This is your chance. Leave now and all bets are off. I’ll tear up all the contracts, delete the pictures, everything. You’ll be free to go.”



“But But my things. My apartment



“You have no apartment, Carl. That belongs to me and Shannon now. And as to your things, well, you’re wearing all you own. Try to get your identity back and you’ll find that you owe quite a bit of money now, too. Might be wise not to try. I imagine that in a month or so your Credit Cards are gonna be looking for you. And Con Ed, and Verizon, and AOL



I was breathing hard as I listened to Christine, my heart hammering in my chest. I looked to Jack, but he was just grinning widely, enjoying the show. I looked to Christine again, and then back outside.



“Clock’s ticking, Carl. Make a choice. Be a man, for God’s sake. Or stay and be a bitch!”



I heard Jack laugh. I struggled to rise, and to my surprise I actually made it to my feet. My legs were shaking like crazy as I licked my lips and stepped towards the open door. There had to be someone out there that would help me. There HAD to be. I looked pleadingly at Christine as I reached the door. She just grinned.



“Please I begged, holding out my shackled hands. She shrugged.



“Sorry, Carl. I left my keys downstairs. Besides, they’re yours and I think you look really pretty in them, she said, flicking the chain on my cuffs. I sighed, starting to cry again as I heard Jack laughing all the harder.



“Well? she asked, taking another drag on her cigarette, seemingly unconcerned whether I stayed or not. I supposed that she really did not care. I imagined that she might miss me, but she and Shannon were probably all the richer off my maxxed credit, so she got what she wanted. I licked my lips and looked from her to Jack. He was standing now, coming around the desk. He was still smiling, but it looked as though he was ready to rein me in again if Christine told him to. I staggered out the door, spinning about and backing into the court before the building. Christine smirked at me, her hand out to hold Jack back.



“Fine, she said. You’ve made your decision. Don’t come back. She took her cigarette butt and flicked it at me, she and Jack laughing as it bounced off of my chest. I backed away, starting to cry even harder and finally turned and ran.



I did not run far, just getting around the edge of the building before I stopped. I leaned back against the warm stone of the building, trying to catch my breath in huge, sobbing gasps. I wiped at my eyes, watching, ignoring as people strolled by, staring at me. Some of them smirked and laughed, while others simply shook their heads in disgust. I had to get out of there I knew. I had to go somewhere and hide. I looked at my hands, still cuffed, my leash dangling. I had to get the handcuffs off and out of my girly clothes before I could do anything to get my life back.



I knew that there were locksmiths just a couple blocks away, over on 14th Street. They would be able to get the cuffs off, but of course I had no money and I was fairly sure that they would not do me any favors for free. Hell, at that point I would have sucked more dick if it meant my eventual freedom…



I shuddered that I had just thought such a thing. Was I that far gone already?



But even if the best happened and some locksmith got the cuffs off, what then? Where would I go? I had no money. I had no ID- hell, no identity at all. Shannon and Christine had made me virtually disappear, erasing Carl for Carla and throwing me into debt to boot. The way my luck went, even if I appeared as Carl again, I would be arrested for my debts, and probably without a trial. I had fallen so far that they would have a field day with me in prison. What was I supposed to do?



I could call my sister- collect- but we had never gotten along. She would probably laugh in my face, figuratively, over the phone. And even on the off chance that she agreed to help me out, what would happen? I should walk cross-country to the West Coast? She could wire me money maybe, but again there was the ID thing. I could not prove who I was and I seriously doubted that she would come across country and get me.



I had no friends to speak of, and the few folk that I knew through work were just odd and anonymous e-mail addresses. Even if I got hold of one of them, and even if they were in Manhattan, they were all into the bondage thing too, and would probably jump on the bandwagon that my ass had become and treat me even worse than my neighbors, as they were professionals.



God! I actually thought about going back and begging Christine to forgive me. If I kissed her feet and ass enough, she would probably take me back…



“You okay, miss?”



I jumped and looked up and saw an old man looking back at me. He was just some guy passing, old enough to still be chivalrous I supposed as he looked me up and down with concern. I swallowed, licking my lips and looking around near to panic, not thinking that maybe he just really wanted to help. I had been beaten and conditioned to expect the worst. What did this guy want? What were his ulterior motives? My mind was racing!



I shoved him away and ran…



I reached the avenue, gasping and crying, staggering as I tried to control my rampant emotions and get my bearings. Why had I done that? I needed help, so why had I run? He might have helped me. I glanced back but saw that he was gone.



Tears welled again as I looked up and down the street. Sixth Avenue was crowded, so I knew that it was still early in the day. After noon, and now there were people out en masse; walking dogs, running, drinking expensive coffee as they strolled the street without a care. People like me- like I used to be any way. Yuppies…



They ignored me in passing, in that way that they do. Looking but not actually looking. Seeing me, but looking through me like I was dirt, so far beneath them that they could not see me past the end of their upturned noses. They took me in, rolled me around in their thoughts and dismissed me as a freak just as quickly. Pervert Slut Whore That’s all they saw.



I ran…



Towards 14th Street, sobbing and hoping that one of the locksmiths would take pity on me. If not them, then maybe the cops. My only hope-



Someone grabbed me from behind, hauling me easily off my feet. I gasped, gathering air to shout as I started to kick frantically, and a hand clamped over my mouth, hand-gagging me easily with a huge, rough-skinned palm.



“Mmmph! I screamed into the stiff, ragged hand, struggling for all that I was worth though my feet could not even touch the ground.



“Hey, baby, a surly voice hissed in my ear. I smelled beer and halitosis- bad breath as rough arms pulled me close, stale breath washing over my face. I gagged, still trying to struggle as the man held me easily. What’s your hurry?”



I struggled, kicking as the arms about my waist pinned my own arms down. I scrabbled and kicked, though to no avail as I was dragged back off of the sidewalk and down a set of stairs, into the shadows. I knew where I was, a building on the Avenue that had a sunken courtyard in front surrounded by a high metal fence. There were offices down below, dark and empty on the weekend, and vacant. I struggled harder but made no headway, quickly becoming winded and weak. Whoever had me was way stronger than me, despite that my wrists were cuffed. I seriously doubted that even free I could have beaten him off.



If anyone saw me being pulled off of the street, they did nothing to help. They probably even watched, hell, they could have been taking pictures for all that I knew, but I was on my own. Worse, I knew where I was going, and who had me- who had taken me. When the offices were empty, the Homeless took over the court, at least for the weekend.



I was thrown to the ground once we got to the bottom, tumbling and rolling. I winced, my arms and knees scraping on the hard cement. I moaned, drawing my arms in and curling up in fetal position and trying to stop from crying. I heard someone laughing and slowly I blinked, wiping my eyes as I looked up and around.



There were three of them; two men and a woman. They were sitting there in the shadows, two of them, with the third who had caught me standing protectively over me. They were all dressed in rags; tattered pants and shirts, and jackets despite the heat. The men wore gloves that were nearly shredded, showing their fingers full of cuts and dry skin. They had a small campsite set up there in the shadows, with four shopping carts tied together and loaded with junk; bits of metal and cans, a television set that I could see, along with other things that they had gathered together.



“What the fuck’s this? one of them said, the second man leaning forward and wiping his nose. He was white, with a raggedy growth of beard and pale skin. He grinned wide, leering at me, missing teeth. He smelled.



“Found her, the one who grabbed me answered, shuffling forward in ragged tennis shoes. He was black I saw, wearing a ratty trench coat and a nit cap on his head. His eyes were red-rimmed with yellow tinted whites. Right up there, he added, jerking a thumb towards the sidewalk above where the crowds continued to pass by oblivious.



“She gots cuffs on, the woman said, staring at me with some concern, as though I was invading her territory. She glanced between the two men somewhat worried it seemed. She might have been pretty, after a bath and haircut, but dressed and unkempt as she was she did nothing for me. She a con? Ran off from the cops?”



The man that caught me shrugged I saw, as he walked by and pulled a bottle of water from their communal pile of stuff. Dunno, he said, wiping his arm across his lips as he capped the bottle again. Figger she’s up for grabs though. The second man chuckled again at that, easing forward. He reached towards me, but I backed up only to receive a swift kick in the ass from the first.



“Pretty the other man said, touching my leg and licking his cracked and chapped lips. He was stroking my bare leg, reaching higher, going up under my dress. The woman slapped him.



“Knock it off, Charlie! she shouted and he whimpered, drawing back. Ya act like ya never had a woman before. The woman looked at me then, a serious, long look that seemed to be undressing me and cutting into my soul.



“Why you locked up, bitch? she asked with a sneer.



“Please I whined, holding up my chained hands. Help me The woman reached out and slapped me hard and I fell over to the cement again.



“Cunt! she snapped, scrambling forward and crawling right up onto me. She smelled too- like the men, and I struggled against her weight, but I was bound and weak and she easily overpowered me and held me down. She leaned in as she straddled my stomach and pinned my arms, hissing in my face as she shifted her weight to get comfortable. I moaned to feel my penis stiffening again.



“What the fuck is this shit, hunh? Who are you bitch? What? she screamed, spitting in my face. Her eyes were wild and wide, full of fire and I suspected that she was just a tiny bit crazy.



“Please, I said, rolling and trying to raise my arms. She reached down and grabbed the chain between my wrists and forced my arms overhead as she leaned in and sneered. The two men simply watched, one sitting back out of the way, the other hovering over me and licking his lips in excitement.



“Please she sneered, mocking me. Please She reared back and backhanded me, sending my head bouncing off the cement. I moaned as she sidled forward, pinning my arms down with her knees as she pressed my cuffed hands easily to the concrete with her outstretched hand.



“You look like a maid, she sneered, holding my two hands easily with one of her own. Her other hand ran down my chest, flicking at my nipples through my dress. Are you? I nodded at her question, terrified. I had heard stories of the homeless and disease- AIDS…



“ARE YOU? she screeched, bending into my face, spitting and screaming.



“Yes! I gasped, turning my face away and squeezing my eyelids shut.



“Good, she said, easing back and settling on my stomach again. She patted my face with her free hand as her two partners hunkered closer. We need a maid. Need someone to do the shit work. She smiled, holding my face in her fingers, pinching my lips together. You gonna be our bitch, she said, and I knew that it was not a question, no chance for debate.



The woman eased off of me then, settling to sit near me, and the first man hoisted me up and then slammed me down onto my knees in front of her. He held my head down, pressing my face to the cement. The woman laughed and slid her foot forward, under my face.



“Lick! she commanded and I stared at her foot, her shoe. I could smell her foot encased in the soft black leather of her ripped and worn Reeboks. I could see her toes wiggling under the thin leather, easing up at me as the man held my head down closer. I was whimpering but I finally stuck out my tongue. I had been trained well. I started to lick.



The woman laughed again, a sickly, rasping thing…







I collapsed to my knees in front of the A&P, right in front of the Recycle machines…



I was exhausted from my ordeal, hauling their wagons of metal and cans, plastic bottles and glass through the streets of Manhattan. I was gasping for breath as Mary stepped up by my head. I looked up, pleading as she brought the strap down on my back again. And again…



I curled up on the ground at her feet as Mary the homeless woman; my master slammed the belt across my back. I was scarred and tortured now, welts on my back and thighs and ass from my new masters: Mary, Ed and Jason. She did not seem to care as she laid into me, her two companions pulling the cans and bottles from the wagons and feeding the recycle machines. They completely ignored me and my pathetic, muffled whimpering, as Mary beat me again.



I curled under the lash, begging for forgiveness that I knew would not come. Mary was crazy and she hated me. I was just a horse to her, just a beast of burden to pull their four wagons through the streets as they gathered cans and bottles for recycling. I was reined into a twisted frame of leather, plastic and rope, lashed to the chain that they had created, dragging their shopping carts through the streets at their whim. My hands were still handcuffed before me, but Mary had tied me to the frame of their wagons and made me drag them through the streets every day. I was gagged again, with a swath of duct tape and something foul clotting my mouth like a stick wrapped in leather. My body was lashed to the wagon train, rope and leather about my stomach, chest, shoulders and neck making it impossible for me to move in any direction but that which Mary commanded. I was a horse to them; the homeless, my masters…



If I had thought that I had had it bad before in my building, I had been dreadfully wrong. That had been paradise compared to the horrible existence that I now led…



During the day they drove me hard through the streets of Chelsea. The trio had a circuit that they followed, knowing when garbage was set out and recycling. Apparently there was a hierarchy among the homeless as well, as everything always seemed to be waiting for Mary and her boys untouched. Towards the end of the day we would then visit a local grocery store that had recycling machines and while Ed and Jason fed the daily take into the machines Mary would usually sit on me, or beat me, or make me grovel to keep her entertained while we waited.



At night we would either head west or east. East was worse.



To the west under the FDR there was a small makeshift shanty town where the homeless gathered. Mary and her companions would lead me in to share in the community for the night and rent out a bit of space to sleep. I was usually lashed to one of the road’s support columns for the night, on my knees and tight with my bit gag on bungee cords for easy access. It had been Mary’s idea to rent my mouth to all comers for food or spare change, whatever she deemed worthy. I would kneel there all night ready to please anyone in their little community that wanted me, man or woman. I was used a lot and hardly got any sleep, any night.



They fed me of course, and watered me. They had to, especially when they realized that I was getting sick from lack of water. They did not give me much, and usually it was the left-overs and scraps of whatever they wanted to spare; half gnawed on chicken, chewed over bits of take out and pet food straight from the can. I ate whatever they presented, as I was starving all too soon.



And of course they beat me. They all seemed to enjoy that.



Bad as that was, I trembled in fear when my masters decided to move east for the night. I soon learned that far on the island’s east side in Chelsea, just blocks from where I once lived, there were Transvestites standing out on the highway and selling their bodies. Worse, there were a lot of men that came around with a lot of money.



Mary made a deal with the CD’s and bought a spot off the highway to sell me on a regular basis. She and her boys would tie me hand and foot and make me stand there all night, waiting for someone to stop. Way too many men did too, of all shapes and sizes and color. Apparently having me bound, gagged and ready was a BIG turn on for these men that secretly wanted their cock’s sucked (at least) by a man or boy in women’s clothes. I did as Mary directed, as she would come rushing forward from the shadows to handle the transactions when a car would stop. I have no idea how much money the trio made off of me those nights, but it had to be more money than they had all seen in quite awhile as we came back more and more. Too, the other CD’s eventually took advantage of me as well, for a nominal fee.



And of course they had their fun with me as well. I sucked off Ed and Jason on a nightly basis and Mary too had me licking her out almost every night. Mary liked having her feet licked too, and once or twice when she was in a good mood she simply hog-tied me and fell asleep with me sucking on her toes. Ed liked duking me up the ass, and he took my virginity one rainy night down on the West Side. Jason drew the line at blow jobs, though he did enjoy the way I sucked on his nipples.



Life was hell…



Mary stood over me as her companions fed the cans and bottles that they had gathered into the grinding machines outside the A&P on Sixth Avenue. I was on my knees, breathing hard as she straddled me with a grin, watching as their money count grew. I was done, aching and beaten.



I could not even imagine that I could sink lower than I had. I had escaped Shannon and Christine, and stumbled right into a new form of slavery- slaves to the homeless. I sagged, hanging my head as people passed, ignoring my plight. I was even less than before. I was one of those that begged for money now, sitting on the sidelines and stepped over Ignored…



I was less than nothing. Less than scum…



Mary put her foot on the back of my head and I lowered my face to the sidewalk without protest. I had learned my place and knew the futility of fighting back. I heard her laugh as she settled onto my back, her dirty shoe up under my face.



“Carla?”



I looked up to hear my name. How long had it been? Days? Weeks? I had no idea. Time was a blur unending. I tried to focus as someone stepped closer and stood over me. I saw Shannon…



She was dressed in a smoky gray business suit; jacket and skirt, dark nylons and her kid leather pumps that I remembered so well. She looked clean and fresh, holding an A&P bag in one hand as she lowered her cell phone in the other. I looked up, moaning into the bit gag that Mary had affixed to my face, tears welling in my eyes-



“Gahhh



Shannon stared at me and flipped her cell phone closed with a click. She dropped her phone into her purse as she looked at me, and then at Mary, adjusting her stance.



“What’Chu want, bitch? Mary asked stepping right up in front of Shannon and looking her up and down with a sneer. Shannon looked back at me. I whimpered.



“Nothing, she said, staring at me. I moaned into my gag, thrashed about in my makeshift harness, trying to let her know…



“Yarrrrr! I screamed, immediately regretting my outburst.



Mary whipped back and slammed her belt across my back to shut me up. I did, hunkering and groveling at her feet. I nudged at her foot for forgiveness…



“Got money? Mary asked, eyeing Shannon’s expensive dress. He’ll clean your shoes for ten. He likes it.”



There was silence. I looked up just as Shannon leaned in and slammed Mary back and up against the wall of the building. Mary huffed, her two companions moving forward quickly to help, but a sharp glance and glare from Shannon froze them both in their tracks. Shannon leaned in to Mary, face to face…



“I’m going to give you a hundred for your slave. That’s more than fair I think. You’ll take it, and forget that you ever saw her. Right?”



Mary shook her head, eyes wide and nodding as Shannon released her, stepping back and wiping her hands together to get the dirt off. She dipped her hand into her little leather purse then and pulled out her matching wallet. She peeled out five twenties and held it out to Mary. I saw Mary’s eyes go wider still. She licked her lips and snatched the money, flipping through it before it vanished down the front of her pants. I was surprised and figured that I must have been a bargain on the East Side.



“He’s all yers, Mary said as she stepped forward and unhooked me from the makeshift harness the trio had tied about me. It took a moment, but once I was free of the wagons she handed the lead still connected to my collar to Shannon. Shannon smiled…



“Thank you, she said coolly, giving me a sharp jerk as she started off down the street. I heard Mary and her friends arguing over the money as we walked away.



The people ignored us of course as she led me down the street, walking the few blocks back to the apartment building that had once been my home. After a block or so as I shuffled along, trying to keep up I saw Shannon pull out her cell phone again and speed dial a number. She held the phone to her ear, glancing at me and waiting for the traffic light to change…



“Hey Yeah, it’s me, she spoke as someone apparently answered. You should meet me in the lobby. Yeah, it’s a surprise. Figured I knew who that was.



Shannon started dragging me along again as she flipped her cell closed and dropped it back into her small purse. I struggled to keep up as she strode along, taking long strides in her leather skirt and black pumps. She did not care, almost dragging me to the ground several times as she turned down the street of our building and right up to the door. I looked up as she stepped into the foyer and unlocked the door and saw Christine waiting…



Christine smiled as Shannon led me inside, dragging me and finally throwing me to the floor between them. I moaned, broken and sobbing.



“Look what I found Shannon said, as she towered over me. Christine laughed.



“God she laughed, walking about me as I hunkered on the floor. I was filthy and beaten, but I tried my best to get up and kneel for her. Well, look what the cat dragged in, she laughed, then realized what she said and giggled. Sorry, but she looks like shit. Where’d you find her? And why’d you bring her back? She wanted out.”



“She looked miserable, Shannon said as she leaned against the vacant desk in the lobby. I did not see Jack, so knew that it must be after five or six. You would NOT believe what she was doing when I spotted her. I think she’s ready to kiss some ass now, though, with no more complaints. I don’t think that she realized just how good she had it here.”



Christine stepped up and over me then, thumping me with her foot. I mewled into the bit gag that Mary had locked to my head. That true, bitch? she asked, her hands on her hips. You sorry?”



I nodded, curling up at her feet and bowing down before her. I felt Christine’s hands as she undid the leather that held the bit in my mouth. I gasped, thanking her as she slipped it free…



“Thank you Thank you



“Show me, she said as she slipped her foot under my face. She was wearing those blue leather casuals again, just like that very first day. The first day that had become the rest of my life. I leaned in without a thought, tears welling in my eyes, kissing, soon licking. I heard Christine chuckle…



“Yeah That’s right, bitch Welcome home



I heard them both laugh and I started crying then, glad to be home again and safe. I licked for all that I was worth…



I was back home, in my rightful place where I belonged. At their feet…



Forever

END