He learns more about her

"How old are you? You are obviously down on your luck, but you are good looking and I think you are educated." I prodded.

"I'm 32, I was born in Southern Ohio. I lost my mom and dad when I was a senior in high school. Once I graduated, I married my high school sweetheart. We moved to Chicago and he went to school. We were married for six years until he graduated and got a job in the video industry. I couldn't find a job and my husband changed."

"At first it was little things. He became more demanding, making me only wear what he allowed and staying at home. The more he demanded the more abusive he became. It wasn't until he came home one night and demanded that I was to be his **** or I could leave that I realized I was in trouble. From that day on, I was no longer his wife. He demanded I remain naked at all times and threw out all my clothes except for very short skirts and revealing tops. It wasn't long until he started to bring home other men and made me have sex with them."

"It was about six months later, he brought home another woman. She was very cruel, spanking me and making me do all kinds of perverted things. I was **** to sleep in a cage or bound to the end of the bed. They would make love and I had to clean them up afterwards. By then I had to call them Master and Mistress. I wanted to leave, but we lived out in the country and I had nothing to wear, no money, and no family. It was when they decided to get rid of me and sold me to another man." She paused for a few moments, then continued.

"He moved me somewhere and kept me locked in his dungeon for a long time. I didn't see the sun for months. I was used by him and his friends for a long time. I finally managed to escape and lived on the streets for a while. Finally I was staying at a homeless shelter when a social worker found me a job working for a warehouse and I was finally feeling like I was free." Again she stopped and took a deep breath.

"That's when I fucked up and cost the company a lot of money. My Mistress was a co-worker, her name was Alexandra, she almost lost her job too from my screw-up took me in. I thought she was my friend and I shared all that had happened to me. That was when she too changed. She started to order me around, demanding I only wear what she approved. Soon I was again a ****, serving her just like my ex."

I sat there listening to her tale. I couldn't help but think I couldn't write such a tale of woe if I tried. But this was this woman's life.

Carrie looked at me wringing her hands and continued. "It was about six months ago when she met her fiancé and things changed for the worse. Her fiancé started to use me when she wasn't around. She learned about it last week and I guess that's when she decided to sell me to pay for her wedding. I was to meet him last night. That's when you stepped in. Now I'm once again on the streets with nothing. Please I'm begging you, don't throw me away." She cried as tears ran down her cheeks.

I sat there in shock. Here was a pretty woman, whose life had been a disaster for over a decade. She had virtually nothing, knew nothing but how to be a ****, and now had been dumped in my lap. I had no idea what to do.

I sat there for a long time saying nothing. I was out of my element as even though I wrote erotic stories, usually involving BDSM and **** sex, I was not prepared for this.

I live a fairly normal life and had no idea what to do with a woman who knew nothing but being a ****. I thought about calling social services and turning her over to them, but she was totally ignorant on how to survive. I knew that if I did that, someone would take advantage of her and either pimp her out or sell her to some perverted master or mistress to be abused.

Finally I decided I had no idea of what to do and needed to think. "Get dressed we need to go get something to eat." I said and could tell it took her by surprise.