Amy is learning the ropes in this new world of sex that she’s trapped in. The dark, steamy underworld where the rules have changed and she no longer has a choice in what she wants to do with her life.

Amy aka Phoenix is in for more sex, learning new tricks, and training to be the best sex slave she can be. She gets a tour of the dark underbelly of her new world, makes new enemies, new friends, and gets even closer to Phillip, the one person who desperately wants to help her escape.

Will she be able to find a way out? How can she know who to trust? Is Phillip really going to be able to get them all to freedom, or is that just wishful thinking?

Please note: This dark erotica features kinky, explicit sexual scenes, including various fetishes, dubious/non-consent, and elements of violence. If such material offends you, please do not read.

SNEAK PEEK

Chapter One

Oral Education

“Well, there is another party tonight. You need to get ready.” She said.

“Oh, I’m not going. The doctor said that I couldn’t have any sex for seventy-two hours.” I smiled at her, feeling relieved that I didn’t have to go through that again.

She tilted her head in question, “Did he said no sex and no parties? Or did he say no vaginal sex?” 

It hit me then. He had said no insertion. “Fuck,” I whispered. “What am I going to have to do?” I asked.

“Well, most likely you’ll just be available for oral or for some girl on girl for a show, basically, but most likely just oral.”

My heart dropped, “You mean I have to give them blowjobs?” I asked. 

“Yeah, but you won’t be expected to deep throat yet since it’s your first time.”

“Deep throat?” I asked.

“Yeah, they’ll train you to take the cock all the way in your throat. If you get good enough, though, you can get them off in two minutes or less. So it’s not awful. It’s easier than sex.” She shrugged. “Anyway, you need to get dressed. You’ll be allowed to keep your underwear on as a sign that you’re not available. They won’t allow anal yet, either. That will probably happen next weekend, though, so you should prepare yourself. Ms. Claire will help train you if you want, so it’s not so painful.”

“Train me? For anal?” I asked. “How the hell?” Then I changed my mind, “Nevermind, I can’t take any more information right now. I guess I’ll just get dressed… in… what?”

“That’s why I’m here. I’m taking you to hair and makeup and wardrobe will dress you. That’s just the way it is for the first couple of weeks. After that, you can start to have some choices about your look, but in the beginning, they want to control it.” She stood up, “Ready?”

I let out a short laugh, “No, not really, but I guess it doesn’t matter, does it?” I felt a burgeoning resentment building.

“Not really,” Brittany shrugged. “It’s not like real life out there means that you get to do whatever you want. This is just a different kind of job. Let’s go.” She turned back, “You might want to take a couple of the pills Ms. Claire left. It will make tonight more tolerable.”

“Good idea,” I said, popping two of them in my mouth. Brittany’s matter-of-fact attitude about this being just another job was somehow reassuring. It almost bothered me how easily I was beginning to accept this life as just a different lifestyle, rather than a prison.

I honestly wasn’t sure if I should lean into that feeling or keep fighting against it until I could escape. Was I just going to make myself crazy? Would I even be able to escape before I lost my mind if I fought against all of this when I didn’t really have a choice? My mind, my heart was in complete turmoil.

Brittany interrupted my train of thought.

“Hey, at least you missed the weekend of kink!” She said, obviously trying to be encouraging. 

“The what?” I asked.

She realized her mistake. Now I was going to need to know.

“Well, once a month, they have a weekend of kink, where the kinky fetish types can request certain themes or types of play. They set up the rooms for various types of BDSM and other kinks. There are a lot of people who come to watch and participate. There are people who just want to spank you. But we only do it once a month to avoid injury.”

My blood pounded through my veins, “Injury?” My voice was nearly a squeak.

“It can get pretty hardcore. We just had one, though, so it will be another few weeks. Please don’t worry about it. It’s rare that your first kink weekend is major. Generally, you’re handled with kid gloves and treated like a newbie. As long as Mr. Kink doesn’t rent you for the night, you’ll be fine.”

I didn’t even want to ask who Mr. Kink was, or what type of shit he did, but it at least made me feel less stressed about tonight. 

“Let’s just go and get this over with,” I said.

“Try to stay with me tonight. We might be able to make things a little more pleasurable if we stay together, okay?”

I just nodded, following her down to get ready without really having much more to say.

By the time I was fully dressed and ready, the meds had kicked in and I was feeling really chill and really turned on. I could barely keep my hands from slipping between my legs.

We walked into the elevator and Brittany turned to me, “So tonight is more of a casual party, it’s not like last night. The guys can choose to buy someone and have a private night in one of the rooms, but for the most part, it’s just a party in the main room. People just get down with whatever. There is a chance that a man will take a small group to a private room, but it won’t be like last night. You’ll rarely have a one on one on a Saturday night.”

“So anyone can just make me do whatever they want?” I asked.

“They can’t fuck you, but they can request a blowjob,” She replied.

“So they can just ask? I don’t have to do it?” I asked, hope rising within me.

“Well, you technically can, but I don’t recommend it. Remember, you have to earn your place upstairs and you do not want to be sent downstairs. That is far worse than a few blowjobs at a party.” 

Brittany wouldn’t look at me, but what she was saying lined up with everything Claire had said. I resigned myself to a night of disgusting oral sex.

We got off the elevator and I was surprised to see that the place just looked like a fancy hotel ballroom or something. There were waiters and waitresses walking around with trays of hor devourers and champagne. Everyone was dressed in sexy evening attire, but nothing so blatant that I would assume it was an orgy. Maybe Brittany had made a mistake and this wasn’t the party she thought it was.

Brittany took me around, introducing me to various people. There were old, lecherous looking men, sweet, gentle old grandpa looking men and guys who looked too young to afford the things they sold here. I couldn’t believe the variety of people I was meeting.

There were women, too, and not just the girls like me, but those who were here to pay.

We had walked around and met a huge number of people before one gentleman came up and took Brittany aside to speak with her.

The lights dimmed for a moment, then came back up. It was like the intermission at the theater. 

The man came back with Brittany and she leaned down to whisper to me, “It’s time. Just go along like you are a scared little virgin and they won’t expect as much, okay?”

I just nodded. I didn’t have to act. I might not technically be a virgin any longer, but I was still scared and new. 

Brittany took my arm like we were a couple of girls out to party and pick up guys. She walked me along with the man she’d been talking to across the room. 

We stepped through a set of doors to a room that had cozy chairs around the outer walls. There were several people, men, and women sitting around, casually chatting.

The gentleman led Brittany to the middle of the room, me tagging along, feeling like the third wheel. Brittany turned to me, “This is it, pet. I know this guy, he’s small, which makes it an easy one. Just do what he says. I’ll help keep everyone’s attention.”

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but she gently pushed me in front of her and the man looked me over.

“You’ll do,” He said blandly. He put his hand on my head, pressing down. I slowly sank to my knees, my heart pounding in my chest. I hadn’t expected my first blow job to be in front of an audience. “Get busy,” he barked. 

I looked back at Brittany and she nodded her head at his crotch. “Sorry, Sir, she’s new here. Do you mind if I help?”

He just grunted as he made one quick nod. 

Brittany put her hands on my shoulders and started to slide the straps of my dress down, saying loudly, “Here, I think you’ll be more comfortable with this out of the way.” She slid the dress down over my bare chest, leaving me naked except for the thong that I was supposed to keep on tonight.

She handed the dress to someone and reached down, taking my hands and putting them on the man’s button of his pants. She helped me undo his pants, pulling them down. His cock was hard, pressing against his underwear. She was right about his size. He wasn’t tiny, but he was nothing like the man last night. 

Brittany’s voice was right next to my ear, “Take his cock in your hands and start licking around the head,” She said, even as her hands came around and started gently caressing my breasts. 

I felt the heat start to pool between my legs at her touch as I reached out and took the cock between my fingers, wrapping them around the shaft. I reached out with my tongue, tracing it around the head.

I felt his fingers tighten in my hair.

“Now take him in your mouth,” Brittany whispered before she ran her tongue down the side of my neck, still working her hands on my breasts.