The Matron comes and you get an idea of your future

An air of palpable dread settled over me as I lay there chained to a table with only my frantic imagination to interact with. I would learn to enjoy being a fuck ****, that bitch had told me, but what did she know. But niggling in the back of my mind was a unspoken fear of what if she right, and in taking too long to escape I lose the desire too. No, I silently scream in my mind. I have plans, I’m going to college and I refuse to let my father and a high class madam turn me into a sex ****.

After what could have been 15 minutes, or could have been an hour or more, but eventually I’m startled as the door buzzer sounds. Three people came into the exam room, two men and another woman. The men were pretty much cut from the same cloth as the two who left with my father. They were about 6 feet tall dark suit and glasses, and physically they looked like the type who played college football but were unable to get into the NFL.

The woman, I was pretty certain was this Matron I was to be turned over too. She was a little taller than me with porcelain skin, shoulder length Satin colored hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her breasts were somewhere between a C and a D cup, and she was wearing a scarlet chemise that barely fell to her thigh. All in all she was a stunning creature, and the way she studied every inch of my exposed skin made me feel tingly and self conscious.

After several moments under her gaze the woman lips turn slightly up into the beginnings of a smile and remarks “Yes, you most defiantly will do.”

“What, do you mean by that?” I whisper uncertainly.

“My dear, with your nubile freshness our clients will have a fierce bidding war over who gets first rights to you for their fantasies” The matron says.

Suddenly angry, I open my mouth to loudly object when the matron put a finger on my lips going “Shhhh.”

“We’ll talk more in a bit, now do we need to have you rolled to your room, or will you be nice and they’ll unstrap you and you can walk.” The matron asks me.

“I’ll walk,” I say, really wanting to be off this table.

“Very well.” The matron says, and the two goons unbuckle the leather strap holding my wrists. As the restraints fall away I sit up on the table running the circulation back into my hands. I hop off the table and one of my guards punches a code into the door opening in.

“Lets go,” Goon One as I consider him says and I follow his partner into the hall way.

I’m led down the hallway to an elevator, and looking around I couldn’t see any signs or anything that could give me an idea where I was. Entering the elevator I could see it had 15 floors and a number of basements and instead of a button next to each basement there was a key. Goon two who for all I knew was brother to goon one put a key into the slot for B5 and the door closed and down we went.

As the doors open, I could see more people, as there was another goon standing guard at the elevator, who just watched as we walked by. Coming up to another door, I found myself wondering just how big was this place. The guard punched in another code and our group entered and what appeared to be a dressing room.

Inside this room was another guard, and there were three light skinned black girls one of whom I recognized from the news last year. What stunned me, to the point of stopping, was not that one of them was dressed like a member of the cast of Roots. No, what brought home the doctors remark to me about the **** he gave me was that the girl I recognized had an obvious baby bump.

I pointed at the girl stammering to the matron “She’s pregnant.”

The matron just looked at me saying “Yes, she is, and more importantly if the clients want it, and most of them do, you’ll end up knocked up sooner or later too.”

I look at the matron tears starting to well, when she leans in close whispering “Listen were almost to your room fall apart there.”

Nodding I start moving forward just following the guard trying hard to not cry at what was happening. I was led through another room, I could hear female talking but didn’t see anything too over come with emotion. The guards escorted me to another door and I could see a large queen size bed done up with a pink bed spread, and I ran into the room and flung myself on top of the bed crying into the covers. Crying I could hear the door close and felt the bed dip and looking the matron sat down next to me on the bed.