In the following two weeks, Maggie had three visits from Myles. He continued to play the “daddy” who had to punish her for being naughty. In her third week of captivity, Myles came to see her again. She was taken up to the room where they always met, and when he walked in, he sat next to her on the bed.
“From now on, I want you to be my little whore, and I’ll be your master. What that means is that I’m going to teach you to do different things that I like. In return, I’ll do things that make you feel good too. You understand?” he asked. But he didn’t wait for an answer.
That night, Myles taught Maggie how to give him a blow job. When he had finished, she spit out his cum, and he slapped her hard across the face.
“There you go being naughty again. When a man cums in your mouth, the only decent thing to do is swallow it. Do you understand?” he said sternly.
“Yes,” she replied, no longer feeling like a human being.
“Good, my little whore. Now, show your master some loving…”
When Myles was done having sex with Maggie, she pulled the sheet up to her chin.
“Master, if I’m a really good girl, will you let me go home?” she asked hopefully.
“Ha! You are home. I suggest you get that idea out of your head real quick or it’ll make your time here much harder,” he explained as he lit a cigarette. After a couple of drags on his smoke, he threw it to the floor and let it burn. “Now, go on and get dressed.”
Myles dressed. Before leaving, he looked back at the beautiful young child. “I’ll be busy the next few weeks and won’t be able to come and see you,” he said.
A feeling of pure ecstasy shot though Maggie’s body. She was delighted at the thought of being left alone for a couple of weeks. Not having to be subjected to unwanted sex was a great relief. Myles grabbed the doorknob and turned back one more time.
“While I’m away, I have some very special clients that want to visit you. Now, you remember the things that I taught you and be certain to make all of your clients very happy.”
As he closed the door behind him, a single tear fell from Maggie’s chin. She was far more educated about sex than she’d been when she arrived. She now knew some of the things that would be expected of her. Maggie was coming to accept that she would have to do things she hated in order to survive.
Then her first real client taught her things that would change the person that she was to become.