Chapter 4: A New Business Venture

My eyes swelled with tears upon hearing my husband had been shot. That was the thing I needed to hear to start running. I darted past the man, heading for the doorway. I got as far as the hallway before he grabbed me around my waist and picked me up, slamming me on the carpet.

I was dazed from hitting my head, and everything was spinning. My back hurt from the impact and suddenly I felt a heavy weight on me. I was unable to see clearly enough to push him off me before he ripped my nightgown off my body and entered me with such force that I screamed from the pain.

"Oh yeah, baby, you're so tight, I love it. I've been needing some of this for a while now."

I put my hands over my chest again, but he grabbed both of my wrists, pinned them to the floor, and licked my nipples with his disgusting tongue. I felt so helpless because the only thing I could do was cry.

"No, no. I want to see your body as I fuck you. Don't I feel good, sexy? Oh, you're wrapping around me so nicely. You must love it too."

"Get off me, you sick pervert!"

I spat in his face, which only served to piss him off. He slapped me and then withdrew himself from my body. I thought he was done, but he pulled his pants down all the way and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up to a kneeling position. Then he pushed my head roughly into his erection. I kept my mouth closed, refusing to give him what he wanted. He slapped me again and pinched my nipple so hard I cried out, which was a mistake. While my mouth was open, he jammed himself into my mouth and thrust into my throat. I gagged at the sudden force, but he didn't stop until he came, making me choke on him.

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff. Aww baby don't cry. You're coming with me. You were so fun."

I coughed, spitting out a mixture of blood and his liquid.

"You're horrible. I'm not going anywhere with you."

"That's where you are wrong darling. I'm using this opportunity to take on a new business venture, and you're perfect for it."

He put his clothes back on, put a bag over my head, picked me up, and carried me out of my house. I never even got to see where my husband was or if he was even alive.

When the bag was taken off my head, I was in a small room with two twin beds. He roughly shoved me towards one of the beds. I spun around and glared at him.

"What the hell is this?!"

I flinched as he turned towards me and grabbed my arm, pushing me down, then tried to caress my face. I shied away from his touch, with no success.

"This is your new home. You're going to help me with my new business venture. You're going to be a little sex toy. Not just for me, but for my friends too."

"Don't I get any clothes? I'm cold."

"You're a sex toy. Any clothes you have would be ripped off you anyway, so just use that blanket for warmth. I'll turn up the heat, but not too much. I wouldn't want to see those nipples stop being erect."

He laughed at me before he walked out, shutting and locking the door behind him. I couldn't believe how unlucky I was at this very moment. In the blink of an eye, I had gone from the wife of a prominent doctor to a woman trapped in the world of sex trafficking and prostitution.