Sarah's mom, Alexandra, lay in bed, quietly crying. She hoped mistress didn't hear her. Mistress expected her to look beautiful when they made love. How did it come to this? she thought. Why did my daughter and I have to sell ourselves as sex slaves? But she knew why. A series of bad business decisions had left her in severe debt. The only way to pay off that debt was to sell not only herself, but also her precious daughter, Sarah, as sex slaves, likely for the rest of their lives. And the only one willing to pay that debt was Rebecca Black, her worst enemy and mother of that geeky kid, Jon, that Sarah went to school with. Alexandra remembered telling Sarah what had happened. There had been a lot of screaming, a lot of crying. Sarah still hadn't forgiven her. Alexandra could understand; she would have felt the same way had her own mother told her that she had been sold as a sex slave.
"Alexandra," Rebecca's voice called up. "Are you ready, darling? I hope you're wearing that cute little number I got for you."
Alexandra looked down at her half naked body. She was wearing a dark red bra and panties, the one Mistress was referring to. "Yes, Mistress," Alexandra replied. Mistress, she thought. Oh, how she hated saying that, but she couldn't disobey Mistress. It was part of the process of becoming a sex slave. The compulsive obedience, the submissive tendancies. When Mistress commanded or forbade something, Alexandra had to obey. Sarah had become the same way with Jon, obeying his every whim, no matter how rediculous. Mistress came up the stares and stood in the doorway. Naked except for a g-string and a necklace, she had a glass of wine in each hand.
"Good," she said. Sauntering into the room, bare breasts bouncing and hips swaying, she set the glasses down next to the bed. "You look so cute in that number, Alexandra." One hand slid down Alexandra's ass, eliciting a moan from her body and revulsion from her mind. As Rebecca began to unhook Alexandra's bra, she said, "I'm thinking that I feel like having it a little rough today. How about you, sweetie?"
