Ralst Dunlap:

I sat soaking in the warm bath.

I took several sharp intakes of breath. I forced pressure to my thighs as my memory reverted back to the last customer.

That pathetic fucking bastard.

/// //// ///

I laid spread on the full-sized bed, with my right hand cuffed to the frame.

I was being looked up and down yet again by another man.

“So are you going to play along, or am I gonna have to punish you?”

I faked a smile. The customer was always right, so I had to agree

“Anything you desire, Master.”

His grin widened, and he crawled up to my waist and gripped my thighs tightly.

“Will you scream for your Master?”

He put his hand over my cock and rubbed the palm of his hand against me.

“As loud as he wants me to,” I moaned against him.

It didn’t even feel good. I’ve just become used to having to fake pleasure.

He bit his lower lip and bent his head forward to engulf my member into his mouth. His hand tugged teasingly, then he pulled completely away and got off the bed to stare at me intently.

I knew better than to speak. I would be punished.

I didn’t enjoy being punished because of these people’s ignorance.

He circled around the bed and stared at my cock the entire time. I couldn’t help but notice how unattractive this man was.

He is a short stalky man. The center of his hair was missing.

It must have found its way to the rest of his body. He looked like he was made up of about 80 percent hair. Thick black hair.

“Now, since I like the way your body looks, I want you to talk as dirty to me as possible,” he said, “Make me so horny I can’t stand it.”

I felt my groin tighten. I didn’t like his presence, but he paid. I must finish if I want to eat tonight.

“Do you want me?” he asked roughly.

“I want you.”

“Say something sexier like how you want me,” he demanded.

It almost sounded like he was a child having a tantrum.

I had to think about it for a minute.

If by some crazy chance I did ever find a lover, what would I want to say to them?

As my brain tried to sort through the words, I had to stop myself.

Why would I want to treat this man like a lover?

He was treating me like all of the others had before him.

“I want you,” I made sure to make a lustful noise.

I didn’t, but I could only lie so much.

“That’s it?” the man snapped.

I wasn’t really sure how to respond.

“Oh god,” he mumbled as he bent over to dig through the bag he brought.

It took a minute before he stood up, holding something small and silver with a black grip on it, with two tiny antennas on each side.

“I bet you're wondering what this is?” he licked his lips nervously.

I didn’t say anything. I just nodded and ground my teeth, trying not to say anything I’d regret.

“This should make you feel electric,” he laughed

“Electric?”

“Oh baby, I’m so glad you asked.”

He jumped back onto the bed and hovered awkwardly over my hips.

“How did you say you wanted me again?” he cocked his head to the side and made disgusting grunting noises.

My eyes couldn’t help but stare at the dick in front of me. There was so much hair, it was short.

It was barely visible through all of that pubic hair.

It made me wonder if he could actually please me with it.

Just the thought made me feel sick.

Customers like this gave me the creeps.

He wanted to act all weird and treat me like shit, then think he was every man and woman's wet dream.

“I want you,” I thrust upward to touch my groin to his small jungle.

He backed himself up, “I want to see you masturbate right in front of me.”

I was about to protest, but a burning pain hit my right thigh.

A scream erupted from my throat. It felt like fire was being poured through my veins.

“Just do it,” he growled, “Don’t fight me, or I’ll do it again.”

My eyes widened, and I put my hand to my cock, and I stroked.

His eyes lingered on my hand, and I watched as they followed the up and down motion.

After a minute, I started to panic. I couldn’t get an erection, and he didn’t look at all happy about it.

“What seems to be the problem?” he asked, thumbing the back of my knees.

“I don’t know,” I mumbled.

“What was that?” he snapped, “Just do it.”

I stroked faster.

I closed my eyes and pictured someone else’s hand on me, someone who really loved me. I imagined somebody that wanted me for more than my body.

I felt myself hardening, my eyes rolled back.

The burning sensation hit me again.

I screamed. The pain was magnified, and my leg was burning. It was going up my entire body.

“You’re going too fast,” he hissed, “And you’re supposed to be looking at me!”

I nodded, “Please forgive my insolence, Master.”

He got off the bed again and went straight for that bag.

My heart racing. Please put that black burner back.

“I don’t see you moving!” he shouted

I quickly went back to jerking. I watched him stare at me, then bring his attention back to the bag and its unknown.

He immediately hid something behind his back. My whole body shook when he stalked back to the bed.

“Don’t you ever wonder why customers come here in the first place?”

I shook my head as my jerking sped up.

It was obvious why they came to a whore house.

It felt a little stupid to even hear him ask me such a question.

He pulled a larger one out and licked the tips of it, “My wife came here, and I didn’t even know about it until recently.”

I just kept my hand moving. The erection was basically back, but I didn’t want to talk to him. I don’t want him to electrocute me again.

“I want you to talk to me like a normal person, cut the sex slave shit,” he hissed, “I need to talk to someone about this.”

I nodded and stopped my hand, “Why did she come here?”

His fist collided with the mattress, “Because I couldn’t satisfy her like a real man should.”

That sounds like a personal problem if you ask me.

His hands toyed with the device as his anger rose.

“Did she say that?”

He laughed, “Yes, that’s what she said right before I ripped the fucking bitch apart, and do you know what else she told me?”

His face was inches from mine.

I shook my head slowly, waiting for him to tell me.

“She always came to you.”

I stayed quiet.

“You should have seen how much blood was in her small body,” he said, “It could fill a full bath to the brim.”

I tried to feel more horrified, but I couldn’t. I’ve seen so many things that are minuscule to all of them.

The crazy oozing off of him, though, was starting to become worrisome.

“But for some reason, I had to see what you had that I didn’t,” he frowned, “But you’re no man. You can’t even get your dick hard.”

I frowned.

He has no idea how long I’ve been doing this. I can get an erection from just a little bit of thinking. It’s because he electrocuted me. At least I have enough of a dick to erect.

“Quite frankly, I’m disappointed.”

He smiled as he ran his free hand up my thigh. He pressed down on me as he crawled up to cuff my left hand to the frame.

Once I was sufficiently cuffed, his hand went down my chest. His hands were dampened with sweat.

“I must admit, you are attractive,” he said, “If I were a woman, I would want your cock inside of me.”

His eyes still held something in them, like the crazy was only just starting to pour out.

“You do have a pretty face, like a woman,” he said thoughtfully, “I’d fuck you.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that.

An evil grin spread across his face.

“The only thing you’re going to get from me now,” he said just above a whisper, “Isn’t this huge dick.”

Part of me wanted to laugh, but my eyes were locked with his.

I had a bad feeling.

The hand that lingered on my chest slowly dropped down my thigh again.

He separated the devices’ end into two before connecting each tip between my thighs.

His eyes ventured down to see what he was going as he did it.

I was surprised that they didn’t immediately sting.

Slowly his eyes traveled back up to meet mine.

“You can probably tell by now that I really don’t like you,” he stated simply.

I nodded slowly.

That much I was able to gather. Fucking idiot.

“You ruined my marriage, you lowlife, fucking whore,” He spat, “So I’ll make sure you die slowly.”

His thumbs went to the grip.

Wait, what happened?

My legs were on fire, and it was rising through my veins. I couldn’t see.

I couldn’t breathe. I was shaking hard enough I would classify it as convulsing.

Then there was nothing….

/// //// ///

I’ve been out for a few days, so I’m told.

For the most part, I felt like shit, but my legs. They were in worse shape than I thought they’d be.

“Ralst, you haven’t touched your food,” Lanai sighed.

She worked several different jobs here. Mostly she was like a manager for the whores here.

Her mother and father actually owned this here establishment.

“Sorry,” I mumbled

“So what exactly happened with that dirty old man?”

“Apparently, I destroyed his marriage.”

“How?” she asked, “You only work here. It’s not like you can actually steal someone else's wife.”

Well, that, and she already knew that I preferred men.

“His wife wasn’t happy with the sex.”

She frowned, “It’s not your fault. It’s her fault.”

I ran the rag cautiously over my legs in the water.

“What’s wrong, usually you’re fine after talking about something?”

“He killed her because she slept with me.”

“Are you for real? That is so fucked.”

She sounded like it happened all the time because it kind of did.

Crazy spouses exist, and they happen around here too often.

I nodded, “But there’s nothing I can do about it. I mean, what would have happened if no one heard me screaming?”

She made a disgruntled face, “Well, you wouldn’t be alive, I guess.”

I just shrugged. I would have died years ago if Lucifer allowed it.

“My mother said you should come out to the front today.”

I frowned, “Don’t you think I should wait another day?”

She nodded, “You get to, just she wants to keep an eye on you.”

“Oh, well then, I guess that makes me feel a little better.”

Although I had a feeling she was only just saying that.

There was no such thing as a day off around here.

“Just be sure to come out after your bath.”

I nodded, “Of course.”

She stood up and walked out.

I wrapped my arms around myself.

Why was I forced into this life? Why was I meant to suffer? Is there someone I’m spiritually attached to that gets all the luck?

The thought that my legs might not want to carry my weight when I tried to stand crossed my mind, but I had no other choice. I gripped the side of the tub and forced myself out.

I’ve never felt this heavy before.

I dressed as fast as I possibly could, which wasn’t exactly quickly at all. The pants were more challenging to put on than I would have hoped, but I eventually got them on, followed by my shirt.

I made sure to close my door as I walked out to the main hall, where the customers usually picked out their partner for the night.

The first person I saw was the owner, Mr. Nekoda. He is a tall, burly man, but he was kind, just as his wife and daughter are… unlike the last place I worked. They take care of their whore’s and treat them with some sort of decency.

He was already headed in the opposite direction, so I didn’t have the chance to greet him before he left the hall.

I sat down by the front counter next to Lanai. She didn’t mind me being near her, but her mother just seemed to dislike the closeness for too long.

“Ralst, can you bring me the registry for today? It should be in the kitchen.”

I nodded and headed for the kitchen.

Not like my thighs didn’t ache. Not in a good way.

“Hey Ralst, how ya feelin’ kid?” the cook Geoffrey greeted me.

“Like shit,” I frowned, “My legs are on fire.”

“Oh yeah, huh,” he frowned, “I heard that sick fucking pig took a taser to you?”

I nodded, “Hey, uh, where’s the registry? Lanai needs it.”

“Um, I think it’s,” he pulled a pile of paper from a drawer, “Right here.”

He handed it to me.

“Thank you.”

“Just keep yourself rested today,” he said, “I’ll slip you some extra tonight, alright.”

I only nodded in response.

I walked out with the registry and nearly ran into a small group of businessmen.

“Did you get it?” Lanai asked.

I nodded and handed it to her.

“Hey,” she whispered, “Do you think you can help me out with this?”

“What do you need help with?”

“Their boss just invited them to have lunch here and have a couple girls give lap dances and stuff,” she said, “But I need your help serving the food.”

I nodded, “I can do that.”

“Thanks, just go in the back and tell Joni you need a uniform.”

I nodded and headed back to the kitchen.

Fuck, my thighs were killing me.

It took a minute to find Joni.

“Hey, uh, Lanai said she needs my help with a group lunch,” I said, “Can I get a uniform?”

Joni smiled and gestured for me to follow him to the back.

“Right here,” he said, “I’m sure any of them should fit. See me when you’re done, alright.”

I nodded, “Thanks.”

After he left, I just found myself staring at my reflection.

Visibly I looked fine. At least my face did. Maybe I looked a little pale, but no more than usual.

I found myself slowly getting angry at what I saw.

Who I probably resembled.

I don’t understand why I am this way, or how I came to be… why anyone would abandon their own child so they could live a wealthy life while I suffer in this one.

I was told all kinds of stories about my parents.

In all honesty, I have no idea who they are or even where I come from.

A long time ago, I was told that I had siblings, but I had yet to see anyone else around that resembled me.

It made me wonder if it was even true.

Do I have siblings? Were they as neglected as I was?

I wondered if they were doing alright.

If I did, I hope that they are.