Make her an offer

Lara barely moved for the whole journey to their destination. She didn't have the energy. She had been beaten, **** and stabbed and had to walk home miles naked in the cold. To make matters worse she hadn't taken a hit in hours and she was ****. She expected the worst. She thought that these must be Edgar's men and they had been sent to kill her. She knew she should fight back, but she lay on the floor in the back of the van completely broken. She didn't have enough energy to fight, and trying to only risked making it more painful.

Lara was surprised when one of the men placed a blanket around her and helped her into a house. They gave her some water and helped her into the shower. She could finally get herself clean of the cum, piss and waste that covered her body. She still couldn't get her heels off, they were glued tight. She was shepherded into a bedroom and told she could sleep. She worried what they would do to her if she fell asleep, but she couldn't stop herself, and drifted into a deep slumber.

Lara had no idea how long she slept for, it felt like days. She hadn't been disturbed, except for being left a bath robe at the end of the bed. She put it on, and headed out into the house. She found a man sat over breakfast, who greeted her arrival.

"Lara you look much better now", he said. "My name is Carlos. Edgar tells me you don't work for him anymore?"

Lara had never met this man before, but the armed guards posted at the doors were signal enough that he was not to be played with. "No I am a free agent now", she said. She was rested, but her body was still shaking with withdrawals.

"Well I can help you." Carlos said. "You can make films for me instead, and I can help you out".

"What do you mean help?" Said Lara.

"I can help", said Carlos, presenting Lara with a needle. She tried to grab it, but he pulled it away from her faster than she could move. "You make movies for me, and I can make sure you don't need to shake anymore, OK?"

"What will I have to do?" Asked Lara.

"Titty films", Carlos said. "Just like you did before with Edgar. Except now you do what I say."

The words made Lara remember her ordeal, and she looked down at her chest underneath her bath robe. Her one big tit and one saggy bag making the robe sit unevenly on her chest.

"We can fix those as well." Carlos said. "If you work for me first". He held out the needle again.