“Careful there, you don’t want to damage the goods, not yet anyway.” The magician says disdainfully to the Edward Scissor hands wanna be guy.

So now there I am tied up to something, something that is filthy smelling. I can feel some hard bars on my back supporting me, but my backside is exposed. I can smell these guys too. They must seldom bathe; clearly they smoke and drink all the time. My legs and arms are spread wide. All I have on now is my underwear.

"See here's the deal, we are going to uh, condition you. If you are a virgin, well, we are going to take care of that. By the time we are done, you will know all the ways you can be taken. You will know what an orgasm feels like, how to fake it if you need to, and you will need to." The magician says.

"When we are done, you will be able to make us money doing anyone or thing. If you make us good money we will be nicer to you. We might feed you. Or let you sleep in a real bed or get a shower. Those are the rewards for good performances. There are punishments too. You’ll see…” He trails off his eyes lighting up apparently with the thought of punishments. I shiver in dread of his eyes now.

Another pipes up, "Or you could be a crier. One of the ones that beg for us to stop and just can't adjust. That actually makes more money but it's a rougher clientele. It would be rougher on you." He shrugged clearly indicating that he didn’t care one way or another.

"Enough talk" One of them growls. "This bitch needs to be taught some lessons."

One cuts away my white panties. I get a flash of them as they are flung away. I can’t see the pretty blue flowers that I know are on them. It’s just a quick flash of white and another piece of me is gone.

The other, the one who hasn’t done much of anything yet suddenly, goes into action. He just tears the bra off. That hurts. It's an underwire push up bra. It hurts my breasts not that they find anything but amusement in my pain.

"We are going to fuck your cunt, your mouth, your tits, your ass, your toes and your arm pits and more. Whatever we want to do and use, on you, we will. You can’t change that.” He says in a voice that sounds like he has memorized this speech. He sounds like he has said it many times. He sounds bored. That seems really wrong to me somehow.

They begin to move in around me, cocks in hand, the ones I can see. Those men don’t look bored. Whatever they have me tied to, makes it so that they can really reach all of those places at the same time.

And I lie wide open tied up, helpless waiting for them to begin to fuck me, all at once, all over. The quiet one, the bored, he one sticks his head toward my groin. I tense.

“Wait.” He says suddenly. “Get me a flashlight. I think the bitch maybe telling the truth.”

I feel hope then. Is it possible that they might let me go? Maybe if I tell them I won’t say anything they will!

A flashlight is brought. I feel fingers on my mound then lower.

“Yep she’s a virgin, hymen’s intact.”

Oh thank God I think! I was a good girl. That is going to save me! The surge of hope is absurdly powerful.

“I’ll get the camera.” I hear one say.

Why would they get a camera? I puzzle. I’m cringing again at the thought of them taking a picture of me. They take so many pictures I can’t see anything but that stupid flash bulb doing the nova thing in my eyes. Even with my eyes closed I see the red aura flash.

I’m slapped.

“Open your damn eyes bitch!”

“Make the calls. We have an auction.”

“This will bring in some nice bucks. We’ll condition her later. There will be plenty of time for that another night."

They leave, turning off the light. The room goes dark except for the flashbulb ghost still tormenting my irises.

I’m naked tied down and waiting. I’m not sure what for. Rescue would be nice.

Deep in my heart I know that’s not likely. Nothing good is going to happen here. Nothing good for me anyway, I try to reconcile that in my mind. All the plans I had to go off to New York and make it big after college won’t happen now.

Then I feel it. The drip. It runs down my thigh. My heart races, I feel warm now in this room for once. I’m embarrassed because I know from things I’ve read that I shouldn’t be dripping. I should be dry and cold. I don’t want to know this is happening. I don’t want anyone to know that I’m not dry and cold. Please I think don't let them find out I’m dripping and hot.