Home.

"Time for little whoreykins to get some sleep. She's had a big day and tomorrow's going to be even more tiring." said Abbie as she led her bound and gagged cum dumpster out of the store.

The walk to the car was a harrowing and humiliating ordeal for poor Ellen. Despite this being a pretty seedy neighborhood where all sorts of dodgy stuff happened, her gag and arm binder drew a lot of glances. Some of them from very dangerous looking people. She prayed silently that she wouldn't be whored out again tonight.

Ellen submissively got into the back seat of the car and waited for Pimptress to do up her seatbelt. On the drive home she did some thinking. Having to fuck strangers for Pimptress's money was degrading and she shuddered to think how her parents would react. The weed would be nothing in comparison and she suddenly wished she'd not caved in to the blonde girl's ****. But it was too late now, and she was more in Pimptress's power than ever so she might as well get used to it.

Then there was the way fucking the clerk while bound and gagged had made her feel; she'd never orgasmed like that before. Maybe she could make the best of her situation. Pimptress would look after her investment so she wouldn't have to worry about taking care of herself, and she'd get to have lots of gorgeous, mindblowing sex. Her nipples stiffened at the thought of it.

She was shaken out of her reverie by Pimptress. "Mm?" she mumbled through her gag. Pimptress yanked her out of the car. "We're home, slut. I'm turning your room into a games room so you'll have to sleep on the floor in the laundry." Ellen protested weakly. Her bed was so warm and comfy. But Pimptress was merciless. She shoved her slut into the laundry and locked the door. Ellen sobbed for a few minutes, then curled up on the floor and eventually went to sleep.