[Miss Valerie POV] Four days earlier

Warning; Okay, I think this one may have gotten a little dark. Even for me, so. **** trigger.

In her two bedroom apartment a small framed woman sat on her single bed with her phone in hand, staring at the contact she had opened.

'Kate'

Her finger hovered over the call button. Not able to push herself to make the call she put the phone down on her nightstand that shared the grey colour scheme of her bedroom. Valerie rose and walked out to the window in her living room overlooking the street below. It was beginning to grow dark and the streetlamps would soon turn on and the roudy drunks would be on the move out to their drinking holes. Feeling her stomach churn she withdrew into the kitchen, opened her fridge and rummaged around among the condiments. It was one of the things that had ended her previous relationships. She looked the part of an old time housewife, but had none of the skills. It had been a long time since she had been in a relationship now, or even dated for that matter. Not to mention made love to a man. She took out the burned leftover lasagna from yesterday and turned on her oven.

Valerie poured herself a glass of wine to take the edge that seemed to never go away as of late, she deserved it. Standing the opened bottle on her coffee table she slumped down in her flower pattern sofa and drew her legs up, flattened down her ankle length brown skirt over them, drew a warm blanket over herself and turned on the TV. One of her shows would soon be on. It wasn't as though she was following it religiously, it had just become routine by now and it was nice to see something that wasn't filled with the misery of reality. Tales of men that cared for women, held them, loved them, even made sacrifices for them.

The obtrusive commercial break came as if designed to rip her out of what the viewer was engrossed in. Valerie poured herself another glass. Irritated, her mind listed things in her head. Society had come so far, they had cured diseases that hadn't been believed possible, made technological advancement on record scales, solved a majority of the energy problems the world had been facing. Yet, they couldn't get rid of commercials. Even the streaming services of old had slowly introduced them and were now no better than live TV. Everything only existed to make money.

The soothing feminine voice described hardware specs and rounded sleek design choices as a camera flowed over perfect animated edges of some obscure object.

"Yet another new phone..." Valerie said thinking higlhy of her own five year old one that still worked acceptably and swirled her wine around in its glass, seeing herself as better than the materialistic mass.

The camera zoomed out to reveal a perfectly crafted **** collar and a slogan emerged underneath it as it rotaten in place to show the O-ring of its front.

'Because she's worth it.'

Valerie almost spit out her wine. Her hand flew to her remote and turned off the TV then she hurried into her bedroom and grabbed her phone. Valerie scrolled among her contacts and practically punched the call button when she brought 'Kate' up. The dial tone sounded and Valerie took deep breaths.

"Hi it's Kate."

"Hi Kate."

"Who is this?"

"It's me Kate. It's Val."

"Val?! Is everything alright? I haven't heard from you in years."

"No, it's not. I need to get away."

"What do you mean get away?"

"I need to get out of here, move somewhere else. Out of the country. I need money Kate."

"I'm sorry Val, I would love to help, but we don't have that kind of money laying around."

"Please Kate, I need your help. We can do it one more time. Just one last time."

"I promised patrick that I wouldn't do that again."

"Please Kate, I need you." Valerie started crying. "It's getting out of control here. My boss is starting a **** school."

"What?!" Kate was heard shouting through the phone.

"I can't do this alone, I just need enough to get away."

"Patrick won't hear of this Val. You hear me. Not a word."

"I swear Kate."

"... Fine, sit tight. I'm on my way.

"Thank you."

"And Val."

"Yes."

"Just this once."

Valerie dragged a chair into her bedroom to reach the uppermost cupboard. After some looking she found the box she was searching for. Though she wondered why she hadn't thrown it out she was glad that she still had it laying around. Valerie laid out the red mini dress on her bed, a pair of high heeled shoes and took the beauty kit with her to the bathroom to shave her legs for the first time in years.

The woman that walked out of Miss Valerie's apartment complex looked nothing like the conservative teacher that liked nothing more than a calm night in. Her red mini dress showed far too much leg for her comfort and would have given a well placed camera a shot of her panties as she stepped into the taxi that waited for her. Her short brown hair had been styled with curls to give it more volume, her lips were painted a deep red to match her dress and she had managed a sultry look with what make-up that was salvageable after such long time.

"You look hot!" Kate exclaimed when she saw her old friend who she hadn't had contact with for years. And now they were in a taxi together, all done up, even though she had promised her husband that those days were over. But it was what good friends do, they show up when they are needed the most. Her compliment was not one Valerie was used to hearing. In fact, she hated the getup she felt **** to put on.

"I have to…" Was all Valerie could muster in response.

The two women entered through the oversized swivel doors like they owned the place. Despite them not seeing each other for years the ride there had been quiet. None of them wanted to be the first one to start a conversation. In here they didn’t need to talk, they knew what to do. The memories came flooding back to Valerie as she looked out over the floor. The **** chums pulling the arms of slot machines hoping to hit the jackpot but never doing so. The lowest form of gambling.

"Remember the codeword? Valerie whispered.

"Break even. If one of us says it, we get out." Kate answered

"See you at the table." Valerie said and the pair broke off. Valerie walked the rounds to not go straight to where she knew she would end up. They had learned that it looked better if they weren't heading straight for it. The whirring sounds of the roulette table and the clattering of the ball as it stopped got her to think. It was probability, sure. But utterly uncontrollable and stacked in favour of the house. Ultimately, it was gambling even if you could create systems for it and she was not there to gamble. She snaked her way through a variety of game tables, even ending up blowing the dice for good luck for a smart dressed man that pestered her and hurried to leave thereafter. She had absolutely no wish being arm candy.

Valerie walked up to a table she was there for. Gently asking the three men there if the seat was taken and of course it wasn't. This was it, the beautiful game of statistics and probability where if you knew enough and how to think, it stopped being a game. Valerie had always loved maths and she had learned to love the game of blackjack. It was Kate that had introduced her to it in college and they had lined their pockets with it on multiple occasions through their school years. Until they got caught and expelled for it, crushing both of their academic dreams.

Kate soon joined in on the table. There were some tricks they had snapped up through trial and error. One was to work in a team to scout potential tables and make setups. The second one was to not always win, it would look suspicious in a heartbeat. The third and the one Valerie hated, but knew to be true, was that the casino didn't care as much if a pretty girl won if she drew a steady stream of men to go bust at a table. It was a numbers game for them as well, just on a bigger scale.

Valerie gave the third line of men a kiss on the cheek in consolation for them losing their last marks, hating every minute of the charade, but she had to play the part. Things were looking up. They had made some serious money and after losing a few symbolic hands of minor importance she thanked the dealer and started looking for a new table.

Valerie and Kate were going in for it and the hubris started to show in them. They had managed to rake in a sum that would more than cover Valerie's plan of leaving, but this time it was Kate that wanted more.

'One more table and we're good.' Kate texted

This time it was Valerie who sat down at Kate’s table. It was going well, almost too well. High cards after high cards made the money rake in in haste. Valerie downed another drink and put down an unusually high bet outside their agreed upon ceiling. She felt blood in the water and wanted more. Just a little more to make a good life for herself where she was going.

Valerie heard the gruffy voice clear its throat before it spoke.

“Mam, we’re going to need you to come with us.” it said. Turning around she was met with what could justifiably be described as steroids with a touch of men in black suits. Trying to keep her cool she put on her game face.

“I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend.” She said and laid it on with a definite tone of annoyance to act as though she was regularly fending off pick-up attempts.

“Mam, we need you to step away from the table.” One of the men said. Valerie looked over to Kate to signal for help in getting the goons off her and to her bewilderment she found the spot where Kate had sat empty. She had managed to grab the majority of her marks but there were some low value ones still laying at her spot that told Valerie she had been in a hurry to get out of there.

“Mam.” The man said again and touched her arm.

She couldn’t make a scene if she wanted to get out of here with any of their hard work that night. Valerie calmly collected all of her marks into her small handbag and hung the long chain strap over her shoulder. The night was over anyway, security would escort her out and she would not be able to get in here any more. It didn’t matter, she had no intention of ever setting foot here again. Valerie followed the guards towards the exit. It wasn’t according to their plan to be thrown out, but she had enough to get out now and saw no reason to fight it. Valerie felt one the guards hands rest on the small of her back when they didn’t make the turn she expected them to. Instead of taking her straight to the exit the men led her to a door marked personnel and ushered her into a corridor between the two brutes. Valerie started to panic, she had no way out from there. The mountain of muscle behind her would stop any attempt of trying to run back to the casino floor and exid and in front was not only the gorilla in a suit, but also the uncertainty of where the corridor led. Valerie walked with her escort for what felt like more than two minutes, the corridor sides were now lined with doors and they eventually stopped in front of one. The guard that had done most of the talking opened it and motioned for her to go inside. The room was bright from fluorescent lighting and in the middle was a metal table and two chairs that looked to be from the same set, if creepy interrogation furniture came in sets. The door closed behind her and she heard it lock. Valerie rushed to the door and started to bang on it.

“Let me out! You can’t do this!” She screamed but there was no answer. She continued to bang and kick on the door for minutes until she got tired and slumped down on her heels against a wall opposite the door and waited. She would not get out of here on her own, all she could do was wait.

After an approximate 20 minutes Valerie lifted her head up from resting on her knees to see the door swing open. In came the two goons that had brought her there, as well as a little older man that Valerie would have described as a retired marine, grey haired and well kept beard. The way the first men positioned themselves made it clear to her that this man was the boss and if that was not enough of a clue, his suit bore the markings of a higher price tag. Following in behind the boss was a fourth man, this one even bigger and of black skin colour. Valerie started to take down signature appearance markers in her mind. The black man’s afro hair had been cut short, his wide nose lay flat against his face and his eyes were as dark as if looking into a well. The first two goons could have easily been brothers, both had the same sharp facial structure and chiselled jawline, the same wrinkle in the forehead and the same bump on their nose.

The boss drew out the metal chair as the black man took position in front of the door, her only way out.

“Please sit.” The boss said. Valerie saw no other option than to comply with her captors. She sat down on the chair he held out for her and he pushed it in with a screeching against the concrete floor before taking his seat opposite her. Valerie saw the two men that had led her there take position behind her. Not one of them spoke, they all worked on pure routine from experience.

“You have been a very naughty girl Valerie.” The boss said. A lump formed in her throat, if he knew her name, what else did he know?

“I haven’t done anything.” She said, it was a lie but what else could she say?

“And you’re a lying naughty girl.” He smiled coyly and stretched out his hand. One of the goons behind her took her handbag off her shoulders and stretched it out to his employer. Valerie sat frozen as the grey haired man emptied the contents of her handbag on the table.

“That’s quite the night you have had here.” He said.

“Yeah, I got lucky.” Valerie tried

“And there you go lying again.” The man shook his head. He was far too calm for her liking. She thought she could have handled anger, even screaming. But this calm coldness frightened her. This was a man that had hurt before and did not flinch from it. She started to get a sickening feeling, all her senses told her that she needed to get out of there.

“You see, I run the security here and I see everything.” The man continued.

“I want to go now. Please let me out.” She said, distraught.

“Now, why would you want that? We’re just having a conversation.” He said.

“You can have it all back, just let me go.” Valerie said, her survival mode having kicked in to overdrive. Every second with this man was a second longer than she was comfortable with.

“I don’t think that’s yours to give honey, do you?” He asked.

Valerie rose and backed up, bumping into the men behind her.

“When people steal from me it's like they spit in my face. Why are you spitting in my face Valerie. What have I done to you?”

“I swear I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t know, you have to believe me. Please let me go, I just want to go home now. It was just one time, you have to let me go.” Valerie was trembling.

“Of course we’re going to let you go.” The man rose and said as if it had been obvious from the start that they were only going to talk and then let her go. Valerie let out a deep sigh of relief and her body relaxed. The man walked towards the door then stopped and turned to her. At once, the eerie feeling that she had just managed to shake off came back in full ****.

“Hold her.” The boss said.

Valerie had no time to react before her wrists were gripped on each side by the goons. Their crushing strength holding her tightly made it impossible for her to free herself. Valerie’s eyes widened, the boss walked slowly towards her, taking his time, a clicking sound brought her attention to the stiletto knife in his hand that had seemingly come out of thin air. Valerie tried to fight against him when he hiked her dress up to reveal her lacy underwear to no avail.

The cold steel of his blade touched her skin and traced in under the band of her panties. Valerie stood frozen in fear, tears forming in her eyes. In a swift motion the man cut open her underwear then did the same on the other side. The knife sounded again and was out of sight as quickly as it had been summoned. Valerie felt her pantis being dragged off her along her slit. Just as suddenly as her fear had emerged she gained a sense of security when her molester stepped to the side. He had wanted to scare her. It had worked, but it was over now.

*Bang!*

Valerie's body was slammed down on the table so hard it took her breath away. Before the shock wore off the men holding her repositioned, making sure to not ease up on their grip of her wrists as they pushed them down against the table and held her in place.

"Oh honey, we aren't done yet." The boss said. Valerie heard a belt buckle unclasp and being drawn out from its loops.

"Sometimes a woman needs to be reminded of her place." His voice was cold and sharp. It carried with it the full sense that he believed it to be so and it would come to haunt her for years to come.

Around her neck Valerie felt the loop made with his belt being pulled taught and lifted her head up as he entered her from behind. The pain of it coursed through her but it was nothing in comparison to the utter helplessness she felt. He began thrusting into her hard, grunting as he did so. Valerie couldn't push him away and there was nowhere to go but backing up on him. All she could do was lay against the table and cry as he ravaged her. Hoping against all ends that her crying would make him see reason and stop. Yet all her tears and sobbing only served to have the opposite effect on the man who grew more rigid from hearing her yammering beneath him. Invigorated from his conquest's pleas he doubled down on his efforts and rapidly pistoned into the lithe woman bent over at his orders. His efforts soon had Valerie's body nearing its ultimate betrayal. One, two, three more deep thrusts and the man buried himself deep in her and began filling her womb. It was enough to push Valerie over the edge, she shook upon her ****'s cock and screamed out in a mixture of pleasure, pain and utter disgust of herself.

Her attacker withdrew from her, his sloppy cock sliding out from her freshly fucked hole with ease. Valerie was lowered down onto the table with her makeshift collar as she came down from her ogasm. She never felt dirtier before in her life and it wasn't made better by the man behind her wiping off his cock on her ass. Valerie smelled the whiskey in his breath when he leaned in on her.

"If I ever see you in my casino again I will make sure this becomes the real deal next time." She felt the belt tighten against her neck. Valerie lay stunned. She didn't know how he would do it but she trusted that he meant it and that he had his way of doing it should he take action on his threat. She heard him zip up his pants and flinched at his touch when he removed his belt from around her. She lay trembling across the table in fear of him, wishing harder than she ever had that he would just leave. That he would be satisfied with what he took and go away, that he wouldn’t touch her again. What little consolation there was she found in the nightmare being over now. He would leave and they would let her go home.

The boss opened the door to the interrogation room and stopped in its opening. The outline of his figure sent shivers down her spine. It felt as though she would never be safe from him.

“Throw her out back when you’re done with her.” He said, not even caring to turn around before he walked out and closed the door behind him. Valerie started wailing, the adrenaline pumping in her veins gave her the energy she needed to scream, but not the strength to fight back against the men holding her, thrashing as she tried to free herself from their grips as the black man took her wrist to allow one of the other goons to take position behind her.

Her pussy, already sore from the rough fucking of their boss, burned when the second man entered her and started thrusting his hips into her small cushioning behind. There was nothing she could do against then despite trying to get out of there. She had tried just taking it and that had led to this.

“Wow, you’re a tight whore ain’t ya!” The man laughed as he ploughed the helpless woman. He grabbed her hair and yanked it back. Valerie bit down to deal with the pain, the hatred she felt towards them was overshadowed by the hatred she felt towards herself when his pounding gave her pleasurable jolts that she couldn’t help. Her cries of help mixed in with the rough grunting of sexual gratification.

The man gestured to the floor with his head and his companions let her wrists go. Valerie immediately started to flail with her arms back against the one that was inside her. With his steady grip of her hair he drew her back and threw her down on the ground where she landed on all fours. In an instant he was upon her again and thrust inside her once more. It was all a blur to her, disoriented as she was the slap in her face came out of nowhere and she found herself staring into the face of the man she believed her current attacker’s brother.

“I said open!” He screamed into her face, spit flying onto hers. Valerie opened her mouth without thinking. His meaty cock soon stood in full mast in front of her.

“If I feel teeth you won’t be leaving with them.” He said just before he showed it in and began working his hips to fuck the pretty face hiding under her running mascara. Valerie succumbed to it. She couldn't fight them, only wait for them to finish and hope it was enough for them. The two brothers got into a steady rhythm, working their rods in her like a locomotive engine, back and forth until the man behind her grunted and released his seed in her.

At this point Valerie was too out of it to hear what the men were saying. Groggy and disoriented she only knew it wasn't over yet when the black man changed position with the one who had been fucking her from behind. Whatever it was that was said they were clearly having a laugh at it. The wetness of his spit dribbled down on her and in between her crack. Not having experienced childbirth, Valerie felt pain like nothing she knew existed when he pushed his big black cock into her rectum, the shock of which became too great for the inexperienced woman who fainted.

The first thing Valerie noticed when she woke was the smell, the stank garbage, the soft, mushy bags she was laying on. Trying to stand up her whole body hurt with every movement she made. Her insides hurt, and she felt something running out when she propped herself up. It dawned on her then and there on a heap of garbage in an alley what had happened. The gooey consistency that lined her mouth tasted of salt and musk. Getting up on her knees she threw up the night's drinks, a bit of lasagna and the cum she had swallowed. Working on pure willpower to survive she stumbled out of the alley and into the street to try and wave down the first car she could find.

"Where to lady?" The taxi driver asked. She must have given him an address, she couldn't quite remember, for he began to drive her homewards. Valerie stared out of the window and saw building after building swish by. It had started to rain and the city lights reflected through the drops on the window.

Valerie woke again, her driver was nudging her.

"Hey lady, time to pay."

"I have no." Valerie managed to get out.

"I'm not running a fucking charity!" He shouted at her. She had had enough shouting for one day, or night. Valerie pushed the car door open and ran. She ran as fast as she could, she could see the door to her apartment building. Behind her the man shouted, calling her a whore. She didn't care. It was just words. Reaching her door her muscle memory pushed in her code without her thinking of it.

Valerie practically fell into her apartment. She was home. She was safe now. With trembling hands she began removing her dress as she moved into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Steam rose to the ceiling and obscured her mirror. It was for the best, she would not have recognised her reflection. She started to scrub her body, scrub all the filth away. No matter how hard she scrubbed she couldn't wash away the dirt she felt inside. She had come on her ****'s cock, in her despair her body had felt good at times and it made her sick to her core. Valerie sat down on the wet shower floor, the warm water dripped over her and she cradled her knees, all that had happened to her came crashing back against her psychie. She didn't want to believe what had happened. It could not have happened. If it did how would she ever be whole again?

A new sickening emotion was making its emergence in her feeling sorry for herself. How selfish she was. The pitiful excuse of woman that she was would leave the young girls at the school she worked on to this fate, perhaps even a fate worse that this. She had been abused for one night, not a lifetime. She thought of Ashley and the way she was made to debase herself in public on her owner's whims. Valerie crawled up to her toilet and threw up again, thinking of the poor girl. She was no better than the rest out there, she only looked after herself. She could not let it be so. She could not stand by and let this happen to more girls. She would save them. Through her the girls could find strength to say no to the pressure of accepting becoming a man's possession.

She was broken now, but they could be spared the pain. It gave her the strength she needed to raise herself up and carry on.