Chapter 7: Public Exhibition For Debbie
A few short stories I put together here. They could have become full fledge chapters but I decided otherwise.
As Abbie had expected it, Debbie and her daughters were given a six weeks sick leave to recover from the abuse they had suffered in Archie and Carol's clutches. Debbie's daughters were young and the superficial lacerations healed easily and swiftly. The traces disappeared in two or three weeks and the girls were allowed to receive their first customers to their intense relief. They now could no longer envision normal life without servicing men and occasionally women. They were whores by trade and now by choice. None of them would agree to return to their former life. The rewards they collected were so much more enjoyable and they loved their mates so deeply they couldn't envision life far from Abbie and his gang.
Debbie's wounds healed as fast as her daughters' but the internal bruises left her some souvenirs such as pain whenever she was moving and especially when she was fucked by a stranger. Curiously, there was no pain when she was servicing Abbie himself or one of his team members. Each time, her trials to return to the brothel work force were thwarted by this lingering pain. The MD in charge of the whore house did everything he could, then, in despair, he sent her to a local specialist just a few blocks from the establishment.
Although they were theoretically still cloistered prisoner whores, Debbie had been given many privileges, the first of them was the liberty of wandering in the city without supervision, in fact just as if she was a free woman again. She often asked Abbie to accompany her whenever he was available and she loved parading in the commercial malls, her arm under his, chatting gaily, totally oblivious of the present situation or her usual occupation. This time, Abbie's presence was mandatory as he knew her destination while she didn't and he could have a discussion with the specialist in Mandarin, the only language he spoke. Abbie had learned it when he worked in Chinatown in San Francisco when he was a young thug.
Debbie was wearing a white leather patent skirt and a red top closely hugging her voluptuous curves. She was perched on matching low - with regard to her habits - heel sandals. She wasn't wearing any knickers : it would have been difficult as she had presented to Abbie the last gift she had offered him : a very short leash, barely more than a loop and a snaplink. It was meant to be attached to her cunt rings for her to be led very closely. As her skirt this morning was even shorter, she had told her master to attach it to her clit hood ring. The loop was safely hidden and all the weight of the braided leather hung on her sensitive bud.
It was somewhat painful and Debbie welcomed that ineffable pain : she felt deliciously obscene, walking in the overcrowded pedestrian ways with that weight on her most intimate part. She felt really owned at that moment. She remembered fondly Tyrone's words during the ceremony of her ownership : "I declare you, Debbie, the totally owned property of Abbie Whitaker". That had been her secret wish for years, to be the obedient slave slut of some strict master. The fact that he was black enhanced the weirdness of her situation, making it even more enjoyable for her. That was one of the reasons why she hadn't opposed even token resistance to him : Abbie was fulfilling one of her dearest dreams. Since then, she had remained on her sweet cloud. Her daughters must have shared the same longing as they submitted quite as easily : like mother, like daughters!
The shop was old fashioned with curtains and traditional Chinese wood decorations. Even the entrance door was a seven feet circle, quite unusual for Europeans! There was a small veranda with bamboos and other asian plants The man who greeted them was old but alert, not an ounce of fat. He bent down as a welcome salutation.
- Ni hao (Good morning)! How can I help you!
- My wife has had a car accident, a few weeks ago. The bruises are all healed now but she feels excruciating pain whenever she moves or when we have intercourse. Could you help her?
- You mean, when you make love, isn't it? We may try, at least. Post traumatic acupuncture often helps patients!
The acupuncturist placed needles, two on each foot between toes, two on her ankles and several on her arms. Debbie cried each time the long and fine needles pierced her skin. Abbie had accompanied her in the shop and held her hand as the old Chinese man performed his art. He allowed her to relax before pushing the needles deeper and stimulate them by a small rotation. That wasn't really painful, she felt just something like an electric shock during stimulation. Debbie relaxed, clutching Abbie's hand as if her life depended on it!
- These needles are meant to help you relax and gain energy but it seems that you have also a sexual problem in your relations with your man. I can help you also there and do it at the same time.
The acupuncturist produced about eight inches long needles, ending with a copper mesh handle. These ones, he put them on her forehead, on her temples, on her upper lips and on her breasts. He avoided the rings that were adorning her nipples. He placed the last one on her clit hood. The ring there permanently stimulated her clit, making it swollen at any time. Debbie screamed a lot when he drove the needle in. Abbie's help was never more necessary. She would have fled the booth and the tortures the old man was inflicting her. But the atmosphere in the shop was magical and she could feel that something was happening inside her. The pain had vanished, replaced by a calmness she had never felt.
The additional needles were so long that they bent down in the middle, pulling her breasts down a bit although they were very light. God what was happening to her? She felt heat developing in her breasts and invading her cunt and her belly. Sweat was running down her temples and armpits in rivulets. The feeling was incredible. No one was touching her in any sexual places but there was no possible mistake : she was experimenting the first waves of a memorable climax. Her cunt was spasming helplessly, oozing fluids as if Abbie was fucking her but the black man was sitting on a stool nearby, holding her hand with eyes full of love for her. She moaned but refrained to move at all. The old Chinese man had told her that any moves would make muscles contract and induce pain.
Self restraint wasn't usual for her but with the help of Abbie's soothing hand, Debbie managed to remain still. Waves of pleasure were cascading throughout her body. Her breath was getting shallow, her moans more urgent. At the moment, she was about to abandon her fight, the old man appeared out of nowhere and proceeded to remove all the needles, massaging the places to prevent blood to drop out. The old Chinese man disappeared as mysteriously as he had entered, leaving Abbie and the pretty woman alone.
She was breathing deeply, unable to move at all. Her need for release was climbing to mountainous peaks. She would die if Abbie didn't fuck her immediately. She whispered to him her urgent need. Abbie wasn't the man to deceive his partner in need even in public places. He drew her to him on the doctor's table and presented his eager cock to her already open and dripping cunt. She reached for his buttocks and drew him in with the force of a desperate woman. He couldn't do anything but sheath his huge cock in the liquid filled crevice. Debbie let him impale her in a single thrust. She exhaled a deep moan of satisfaction when he reached her cervix. He was in to the hilt and it was sufficient for her that day.
They fucked a long time like lovers but were they anything else? They maintained from time to time the fiction of the owner and the owned property. It was extraordinary pleasant for both of them. Quite reluctantly, Abbie abandoned his mate on the bed and went to the reception desk to pay the doctor. There was no receptionist there. The doctor took Abbie's money and commented with a broad smile.
- Your wife is exceedingly beautiful. I hope my treatment helped her somewhat. Did you notice some improvement already?
How that old shrewd man could have known he had been in position to detect any improvement at all. Was there some hidden camera or was the mirror a two way one? Abbie had an immediate answer :
- There never has been a problem with me! My wife has problems only with strangers. She works at the Chinese brothel.
- Oh my god! A whore and an expensive one!
- Yes, Doc. If you want to test the efficiency of your medical treatment, I suggest you to put on a condom and test her immediately. She is in the adequate mood, ready to be enjoyed!
