Doe the Pimp

“Doe, I think the second option is the most sensible.”

“Good to see you have a head for profit. Let’s get started then. First, let me get something straight, I own you. You do what I say, who I say, when I say it. All your profits go to the household and in return I make sure you have a place to sleep, food to eat, and paying clients. You understand?”

You nod your head. Even if it wasn’t much, at least you could raise your unborn child in a stable environment.

“I’m glad you understand. Now, drop the towel, I got to see what kind of damage I’m dealing with here.”

You let go of the towel and Doe began to inspect your body. She ran her fingers inside your mouth to ensure you still had all your teeth. She prodded the bruise on your face. She squeezed your nipples, groped your tits, and checked the undersides of your breasts. You had never felt more like a piece of meat. She took one look at your pussy and said, “I’m going to need to take a closer look at this.” Doe looked around the apartment collecting a variety of items.

“Alright Alyson, time for you first make-shift gynecologist!”

Doing as Doe instructed, you lied down on the floor in-front of the living room TV. You mounted your legs wide apart on the coffee table and watched as Doe kneeled between your out stretched legs and readied her tools. First, Doe turned on a flashlight on the coffee table and aimed it at your vagina. Then, she took a pair of kitchen tongs and dipped them in vaseline. You felt her shove the cold object into your pussy, as you desperately held back any complaints. Using the tongs, Doe spread your pussy wide and using her finger, checked deep inside of you. After much poking and prodding, and a thorough violation, the inspection was finally done.

“Well,” said Doe, “your cunt is an absolute mess. Honestly I think you’ed have to pay someone to get them to stick their dick in you right now. Given some time it should get back to normal, but your not fucking anyone for at least a week. Second major problem is that nasty bruise of your’s, no one buys bruised fruit. This means we’re going to have to start you off doing something that won’t involve sex, and where we can conceal your bruise.”