12. Starting Out

After Peck's little pep talk, I just about busted my ass trying to make Ferd the Nerd happy. I smiled my sweetest, and moaned enthusiastically at the right times, and screamed when he pinched my tits and cunt lips (I didn't have to fake that part), and went through all the proper gyrations. So that Ferdy - and anyone who happened to watch the tape that Old Peck was making of my ordeal - must have been sure that I was fucking for the pure love of it. Or for the love of money, anyway. And Peck helped out from time to time, with a little goose from that damned Persuader, keeping me squirming and howling like a mad fiend at the strategic moments. And when Ferdy was finally ready to come, Peck let loose with a shock that stiffened my whole body into what must have seemed like the wildest orgasm on record.

Ferdy had the time of his life. He even kissed me good bye afterward, and told me that I was a real tiger. And said that I was going to take Sheila's place as his best girl from now on. Just what I needed! Like a hole in the head, that is.

After Ferdy, the second John was an anticlimax. Some old bum from Skid Row, smelling of cheap wine and vomit. And even the smell wasn't all that bad, after Ferdy's B.O. Peck made a big deal out of giving him a special low price because of his low income status, but insisted that he had to charge something, in order to "maintain the integrity of my commercial standing". Pretty fancy language, just to say that he was reminding me that I was a whore. And a fifty-cent whore, at that.

But it was my third customer that really took the prize. Old Mr. Nelson, my English teacher.

We all used to joke about Old Nelly (Nelly Gray, we used to call him, because of his gray hair) - what a Dirty Old Man he was. And what an ineffectual Dirty old Man - a regular nebbish. All of us - boys and girls alike - used to joke about how he was always watching the girls' tits and asses. We figured that he was really harmless, though. Way over the hill. He must have been fifty at the very least, and we figured that he probably couldn't get a hard on anymore.

All of us girls - even the innocents like me - used to tease him, rubbing our tits when we knew that he was watching out of the corner of his eye, and twitching our asses when we walked away from him. One or two of the girls used to go so far as to bump into him "accidentally" now and then, rubbing their bodies against him, and getting a real kick out of how he tried to pretend not to notice.

He wasn't pretending not to notice now, though. He was all eyes - and hands. He had a new schtick. He took out his false teeth and started gumming my tit. At first it was just gross, but then he started pulling more and more of the tit into his mouth, and biting harder and harder, until it really started to hurt. I pulled away and slapped his face gently - after all, I thought, I can put old Nelly Gray in his place.

But he surprised me. Instead of the abject apology I expected, he gave my tit a backhand swipe with his fist. And not so gently, either. And then he turned to Peck. "Time to take the gloves off," he said.

Peck handed him the control box for the Persuader, and Nelly lost no time in showing me that he knew exactly what to do with it.

He started out by beating out a sort of rhythm on that fucking switch, sending me into a frantic dance that made my tits jiggle. And then he glommed onto my tit with his gums again, and chomped down as if he was trying to milk me dry. And I just screamed myself hoarse. It was obvious that he was enjoying my pain more than he was the taste of titty. Every time I screamed, he just grunted in satisfaction, and grabbed a bigger mouthful and chomped again. And then the other tit . . .

When he finally let go, I knew that my tits would ache for a week. And then the real fun began. He strapped me down on that bench again, spread-eagled and face up, and Peck handed him a beautiful leather case full of what looked like surgical instruments.

Nelly took great care with each instrument as he picked it up, waving it before my eyes, and explaining in great detail what he was going to do with it. And what he was going to do it to. They were the most satanic assortment of tools that you could imagine - something like what the Mad Doctor on TV is always coming up with. Except that they don't show the Mad Doctor operating on the tits and cunts of his victims.

I realized damn quickly why the rates for this sort of John were extra high - and why the Johns were willing to pay them. This was the kind of trick that only a slave would turn. There wasn't enough money in the world to get a girl to go through an ordeal like this voluntarily - especially on a repeat basis. And Nelly lost no time in telling me that he'd be coming back. Again and again . . .

While he tortured me, he gloated over the fact that it was he who had "discovered" me.

He explained that he had noticed me in class - shit, I knew that - and had called Peck's attention to my "potentialities". A nice word for tits, he chuckled. And he had paid Peck a special bonus to procure me "just for him".

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