In the suburbs of Seattle, homeless people are all over the place. Every once in
awhile you stumble upon that woman who is bouncing from town to town, shopping center to
mini mart with her daughter in tow. You know her simply because she has approached you,
time and time again asking for money, using a rehearsed speech that goes along the lines
of “sir, could you please help us? I am a widow and my daughter and I have not eaten
anything for a couple days”.
Eddy is a Soldier, stationed just south of Seattle and he runs into these two every
once in awhile. A few things you should know about Eddy before we move on. Eddy is not
too big, kind of skinny and not the best looking guy in the world, but he carries himself
with an aura of dominance. He has owned a few slaves in his lifetime and is known for his
ability to tame any woman. Hidden from the public, Eddy exists in a world that most would
run scared from. Eddy is Vampiric, though not in the Hollywood sense, and has love for
the gorean philosophy, so much that within his home one would expect to find furniture
common to an American habitat. That is not the way of things with Eddy. His furniture
consists of lavish furs draped across pillows on the floor. Being that he is a human in
the current world, there is a TV, a stereo and his computers, but for the most part his
apartment or “lair” is simple yet lavish.
It’s the summer of 2008 and Eddy has just returned from a very long deployment to
Iraq. Eddy gets settled into his apartment and spends his time working out and seeking a
new girl, preferably submissive but for all intents and purposes, a girl. Eddy knows all
too well that every woman is submissive, you just have to draw it out of them or show
them. It has been far too long since he has felt the warm, delicate skin of a woman or
drank in her essence or looked upon her sex.
Eddy awakes on a Saturday morning and realizes he is out of coffee, “this is not
good” he thinks. He quickly jumps in the shower, gets dressed in his usual weekend attire
of “something comfortable” and heads out the door, jumps in his car and heads north to the
nearest outlet with a grocery store, to get coffee. The drive is short, lines in the
store were not too long and within ten minutes, Eddy is walking to his car to head back
home in hopes of enjoying a restful Saturday at home.
As he walks through the parking lot, he sees them approach, like they always do,
approaching from his side, mom in her usual garbs of jeans and a jacket and daughter in
much the same. Eddy gets the car door open and is about to get in when he hears her,
“Sir, sir, can you help us please?” He shakes his head; does this woman not pay attention
to who she has approached? She has begged Eddy three times in the last two years.
“Idiots” he says to himself as he looks up and watches the two approach. They walk with
quickness, as if not wanting to lose their latest prey. He watches the daughter intently,
wondering if she was under age or just a sidekick that plays her part well. She is thin,
about 120 to 130 pounds, long dark hair with a hint of curls, the deepest of blue eyes and
just looks all around sexy, even if hidden under a jacket that is too thick for that time
of the year in the Pacific North West.
“Sir we are in…” and he cuts her off with a quickness. “Do you not pay attention
or even remember who you approach? Or are you just that desperate that you don’t even
care?”
She looks at him with a puzzled look and motions the girl forward.
“Hmmm,” he thinks, “using the young one’s beauty to her advantage?”
She gets with a few feet of him and places her hands behind her back, slightly
bowing her head, taking care to not look him in the eye. This takes Eddy by surprise and
he turns his body towards her, crossing his arms and waits.
“Sir, as I was about to say before you interrupted, this is Jessica and she has
just turned 18 and for a hundred dollars, she can be yours for the afternoon, to do as you
wish”.
Again he shakes his head. He closes the door and approaches the young girl,
standing in front of her, his arms still crossed, leaning slightly and turns to speak into
her ear.
“Is this what you want girl? To be used by this wench of a woman, forced into
prostitution to do her bidding?”
She turns her head and speaks in a soft voice, the older woman watches intently
from behind her, straining to hear the conversation but trying to not make it so obvious.
“No sir, my mother is forcing me to do this because she is tired and sick and
cannot continue to walk from town to town to do what we do”.
Eddy looks up at the mother with a look of disgust on his face. This is ridiculous
and he is growing tired of it all too quickly.
“Come here woman,” he says to the mother, shocked by his demeanor she shuffles
forward and stands next to her daughter. Eddy looks right at her and she returns his
glare with a look of arrogance. “Do you think me a fool, hag? Is this even your daughter
or just some sidekick in your twisted game?”
She cocks her head to the side. “Yes, she is my daughter and we are forced to take
these measures to survive. I am sick and must get off the streets. Are you telling me that
you do not want this young girl?”
Eddy laughs, “This is ridiculous woman, I do not pay for sex and further more I
don’t care if you are sick but your daughter would make a fine slave,” and he tuned to
focus his attention on the daughter and asked her to produce her ID. She did and he
flipped it over to look at her age, which it turns out that she was in fact 18. “You
approached me, placed your hands behind your back and bowed your head. These are
characteristics of a submissive woman, is that how you are girl?”
She looked at his chest and nodded her head. “I have never been with someone to
know, but, being submissive appeals to me, in the hands of the right man.”
The old woman looked in horror, was this man to take her only source of income away
from her to make her his slave? Eddy was still focused on the girl, not paying much
attention to her mother, the woman that would force her daughter into prostitution because
she was too lazy to get a normal job and provide for her children. In her prime she may
have even made a fine slave herself, but she was old, tired, worn out and sick.
“How many men have you been with girl?” He asked her.
“Only two sir, and she has not given me my share of the money” He chuckled, typical
he thought. He was not one to take a girl off the street and make her his but he had to
admit to himself that an 18 year old is a prize and they are trainable. He took a step
back and thought for a moment, yes, an 18 year old would do quite nicely but what of her
mother? What is she to do? Would the girl want to see this wench of a mother? Then again,
it would get this attractive, submissive little thing off the streets. He refocused on
the girl.
“Tell me, girl, do you like the life that your mother has forced you into? This
life of poverty and prostitution? Is this what you envisioned your life would be?”
Now, with tears in her eyes she looked upon him. “No sir, she has used me for her
own greed, and I would rather die than continue like this.”
Eddy opened the door to his car and grabbed a notepad of the seat, he wrote his
cell phone number and address on it and handed it to the girl. “Take this and do not give
it to your mother. What I can offer you is a life of servitude as my slave, in return for
a roof over your head, food in your stomach and experiences that you could never imagine.”
The girl quickly folded the sheet of paper up and stuffed it into her pocket,
careful to keep her back turned to her mother, so that she could not see the exchange. He
jumped into the driver’s seat, started the car and drove away. If the girl wanted what he
thinks she wanted, she would call or just show up.
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