Lilith

Lilith Ch 6

The Search.

Alice called Becky next, "Hey girl, Long time. Have you heard from Lilith?"

Becky answered a little hesitantly picking up on Alice's forced tone. "No. Is she in town? Is she coming back soon?"

Alice swore, "Fuck! ", "No."

Becky asked with her usual empathic concern, "Alice. What's wrong? The last time I saw Lilith was when we went to see Bitch."

Alice took a deep breath, "Lilith is missing. Here is what I know. Lilith left the UK, alone. William called Ned and told him that he and Lilith had a huge fight over her drug usage and she ran off. 'If you hear from her or about her, can you call me ASAP? I am trying to track her movements. She might have gone to the Czech Republic to try and catch lightning in a bottle again.' Ten days later William was on the phone again. 'I am at my wits end. Lilith hasn't come home or called since she left. The Czech gangbang scene was a bust. I just got back from there and no one remembered seeing her Picture up on a wall or recognized her cunt either. I tried to console myself a little, but it was useless. I miss my whore wife. Have you heard anything?!' "

"This is what Ned told him 'Not a word from her. Have you tried doing an image search on social media?' " Alice continued to relay the conversation.

'That is what I am working on if I can figure out how to do it and get to the seedier sites and not just mainstream media like Facebook, Instagram, and Reddit. '

'William, take a look at Quora and Discord Too.'

'Got it. Can you do some research over there? Please. I would appreciate it.'

'Sure thing. I will have Alice ask around too. She has more contacts now than I do.'

Following up Allice called all of the girls and asked, "Has anyone seen or heard from Lilith? She walked out on William. Something to do with needing more drugs. If she came back here, I would hope she would ask me for help, but..."

Becky told her, "Shit Al. that is two women disappearing in the last month. Your friend Memo came in and poached our counter girl Maria, I haven't heard from her since she quit and left the shop in a lurch. I have tried reaching out to her but she isn't answering her phone. If you talk to that prick, ask him about her, make sure she is OK." Becky growled with an uncharacteristic edge to her voice, "What an asshole. He might have them both. Do you think he would even tell you the truth?"

"I heard there was bad blood between you two."

Becky ground her teeth, "You could say that, Maria fell off the face of the Earth. I think he is running her in his brothel. He assaulted me at the shop, I wouldn't piss on him if he was on fire. He isn't allowed within 500 ft of me."

Alice cringed. "Well, OK. Sorry to piss you off. Lunch some time to catch up? Bye?"

"Lunch? Sure, I will call you next week."

After speaking to Becky, Alice called Memo again. "Hello sexy, I am looking for two women who have fallen off the grid. I know you know Maria. How is she doing?"

"Maria, Yes she moved into the house. Nice girl, good earner. If you want to come try her out, let me know. She goes both ways and loves it. Who else are you looking for?"

"That Brit friend of mine named Lilith. She was here for the gangbang."

"Hmmm, Don't know her, never heard of her. I have never forgiven you for not inviting me to that bang."

"Politics, rival pimps. I am sure you can understand. Maybe next time."

EMT?

Karen sat in group and interacted with her peers. It was a rare occasion. Some of the women resented her for spending so much time studying. "Why don't you ever watch the Bachelor with us? Be one of the Girls?"

Knowing it wasn't the most diplomatic response, Karen blurted out, "Because that shit is a waste of time?" A wave of negativity ran around the circle.

"What does a skank like you have to do that's better?" One edgy barely recovering addict asked.

Karen tried to tell them more diplomatically, "I have a goal, I am studying to be an EMT."

"That's not in the cards for sluts like us, why waste your time?"

"Because someone I respect told me I could make amends by helping people." Patience wearing thin. "Maybe someday I can help save your sorry ass when you relapse."

The therapist broke in. "Karen, that is a laudable goal, but you don't have to belittle your sisters to make it happen."

"Sorry Lulu, I am just having trouble with one of my classes. I didn't mean to belittle anyone."I just don't have the time or energy for these skank ass bitches.

Karen silently mulled it all over,Why would I want to be friends with any of these junkies? They are only marking time here until they can get back on the streets. I have a goal, an important goal, I don't need any distractions. One thing I may never learn is to keep my big mouth shut.

Praise Jesus.

There would be more distractions. A woman from a church group came around to talk to them about Jesus. "He has infinite love, even for the harlots and the least of His children. Some of you women were 'fallen angels' from good families struggling to find their way home to Jesus. Rest easy, the Lord will protect you and prepare a seat at his table for you." Karen had only been to a church for her mother's funeral and didn't believe a word of this sales pitch.

For some reason this holy roller fixated on Karen. "Karen, my child. I have spoken to your father. He loves you and thinks I can help you. Why won't you let me?"

Karen fought hard for control and vowed to set this faux righteous bitch straight, "Your child? You have no right to pretend you are my mother, Fuck you!" For a moment Bitch rose from her grave. "Did Daddy tell you how I became a junky whore?"

"He did. You lost your way after your mother died."

That was the opening she was looking for. "I guess I did. When my mother died my father's plan to comfort me was to fuck me and pass me around to his friends."

"Karen! How can you say such wicked things about your father! He is a pillar of the community! A fine, generous, church going man. I can't believe that of him, you are a liar and a Jezabel!" The woman spat with very unchristian venom. A light bulb went off in Karen's head.

"I see the light now, you are just another greedy cunt after Daddy's money. I hope he uses your sorry ass like he used mine. It hurts at first, but you get used to it! Just use plenty of lube the first few times."

The 'church lady' sputtered and did her best performance. "My word, you poor child, renounce Satan this very day!" She stood up and pulled Karen's face to her breast thinking it would calm her. It had the exact opposite effect. Karen flared with rage, "Help! Help! Someone get this crazy queer bitch off me. I told her I'm not a lesbo. Fuck off, Nadine." Karen saw something in Nadine's eyes when she called her a lesbo. Looking up at her, Karen rubbed her cheek against the woman's nipple and felt it swell. The corners of Nadine's mouth turned up ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly.

An orderly stepped in and Nadine fled. After speaking to Karen her counselor decided that Nadine should be supervised more closely on future visits.

When her first month was up and she could have visitors. Ellie and Becky came to see her. Ellie cautiously opened with "Hello Bitch, how have you been?"

Karen laughed. "Ha! You can call me Karen, I have retired Bitch. Where are the others?"

Becky spoke up. "Well, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"

"Start with the bad."

"After the hospital we had a meeting and Alice and Olivia were on one side while the rest of us were on the other."

"Let me guess, Alice and Liv decided I wasn't going to make it. My two best friends. That hurts." Karen said glumly.

"Yes. Sorry, but you have us."

"And the good news?"

"Ellie has been monitoring your study progress and grades, you are doing very well. We are both proud of you. I talked to my husband Rex and we decided that when you get out you can stay in our spare room. Our son's room, he is off at school."

Karen threw her arms around Becky and sobbing said, "You can't know how much this means to me."

Frenemies?

The weekend after Nadine visited Karen, she accosted Tammy after church.

Tammy was dressed remarkably conservatively. She wasn't ready to defend her Cross tattoo to the congregation yet. "Hello, Nadine." She said rather cautiously.

"Tammy, Just the woman I was looking for. I need your help with something. I was at the rehab center trying to save some souls. There was one woman I couldn't reach. I couldn't relate to her. I am hoping that someone like you would have better luck getting through to her."

Tammy scowled, "You mean a whore? You want me to talk to her whore to whore?"

Nadine blushed. "No need to be crude. I didn't mean anything of the sort. It is just that you socialize with people outside our congregation, maybe even some rough folk. Can I count on you one day next week?"

"Sure. I would love to. Just let me know when."You couldn't know, I like it a little rough.

On the day, Tammy was picked up by Nadine and they rode to the rehab facility in silence. Tammy was sure it was some kind of trick and that Nadine was just fucking with her. She wore a pair of jeans and a tight, front zip turtleneck zipped up to her throat. She didn't want to antagonize Nadine any more than her freedom and existence already did. They arrived and signed in and were met by a counselor, Ms. Price. They were led to a meeting room with a large circle of chairs. Price told them to pull four or five chairs into a tighter circle.

In a couple of minutes, Price came back with Karen and a large black woman flaunting a gold cross. Nadine brightened, "Sadie, I see you got my gift."

"I did, I love it. Everyone is jealous."

Nadine, fully aware that Price was watching her, covered herself. "My intention was never to make anyone jealous, only to let you proclaim your love for our Lord and Savior. Hello again Karen."

Karen took a seat as far away from Nadine as possible. "Hello, Nadine. Hi Tammy."

Nadine turned red, "You two know each other?"

Tammy, grin spreading over her face replied, "We do. Karen and I have worked together and have mutual friends."

Karen guffawed, "Yes, we were work buddies."

Price questioned Tammy, "I am not sure it is a good idea for Karen to be meeting with a fellow junky from her past while in rehab."

Tammy looked her in the eye. "Fellow whore, not a junky."

"You are not using?"

"I am not. Test me if you like." Tammy pulled up her sleeves and held out her arms. "You won't find any track marks on me." "Karen? How are they treating you?"

"Oh, you know aside from the indoctrination, it hasn't been too bad. Ellie and Becky came to see me. Ellie told me my remote study progress is better than she hoped for, and Becky offered me a place to stay when I get out." Eying Price, "Becky is a slut but never touches drugs. Not ever. In fact, she worries she won't be able to supervise me properly, since she has no experience with my type of problem."

Tammy leaned forward, "That is very good news, Karen. Becky is an amazing slut. She helped me get set up with a wonderful tattoo artist."

Nadine who always needed to be the center of attention was getting bored with the slut catchup session and jumped in. "Karen, Tammy and I are here to bring you back to Jesus where you belong."

"And exactly why do I need that?"

"Because you are a woman."

"So, what of it?"

"Women are vessels. Vessels for their husband's and for God's love. We all must repent for our original sin, be fruitful and multiply, it is God's word and our purpose."

Karen's mouth hung open, "If you believe that shit you are blind to the world we live in. Children starving, getting shot and blown up, buggered by priests, pastors and parents. Is that the love you speak of?"

Nadine sputtered and Tammy looked uncomfortable. Karen continued, "I have been a vessel for men, I have taken their seed in all my holes for drugs and money and even times when I wasn't big enough or strong enough to fight them off. Tammy? What do you think?"

"I am committed to my religion. It represents what could be in an ideal world. Let me show you my commitment." Tammy pulled down her zipper and her chest burst free. She wasn't wearing a bra so the fabric gaped open. If the edges hadn't caught on her nipple rings more than just her cross would have been visible.

Karen smiled, "Bold statement Girlfriend. Beautiful, what else you got going on there?"

Tammy freed her rings and the other women gasped, Karen taunted Nadine. "Nadine why don't you show us just how committedyouare?"

"I'mNOTa whore like you two. I don't have any tattoos!" However, Nadine's eyes glittered as she stared at Tammy's glorious chest.

"You are a prostitute, just a different more socially accepted kind. When your husband uses you as a vessel do you ever enjoy it and do it for yourself? Or just for the home and rent and food? Does he ever leave you a tip on the dresser? Or are you not good enough to earn it? You need a tramp stamp. 'Housewife Whore' ".

Nadine was sputtering, and Sadie was mumbling some shit about blasphemy and eternal damnation. Price stood up trying to regain control of the situation. "I can see that this was a bad idea. Nadine, your mission here may have been with good intentions, but you are done here. Please do not return."

Nadine scowled at Tammy and Tammy covered up. Karen told her, "Tamm come back with Becky next time she visits. Nadine, go suck a bag of dicks, it might do you some good."

Training Day

Memo didn't want anyone sniffing around for Lilith but Alice's call had put him on alert, so he took some pictures of her and got her a high quality fake driver's license under the name Victoria Cumsmoor. Once he got it, he presented it to her. He asked her, "What is your name?"

Lilith replied, "My working name is Vicki but I am Lilith."

Memo grew stern, "No you are Vicki, Lilith doesn't exist, never mention her again!"

Lilith grew agitated and confused. "What are you talking about? My real name is Lilith. You made up Vicki!"

Memo cursed under his breath in Spanish and left the room. He came back with a vibrating egg, a spreader bar and the nurse, Nancy, who was holding a syringe. He cuffed her ankles to the ends of the 36 inch bar. And stuffed the egg up her box setting it to medium. "Time for some training."

He pressed the bar to her chest bending her legs uncomfortably, "What is your name?"

"It's Lilith you asshole."

Memo slapped her with an open hand, hard enough to make her see stars but not hard enough to do any permanent damage to her pretty face. "What is your name?"

"Lilith?" She whimpered. Slap!

"Sure. Make me do this the hard way." He pulled the bar up and over her head slipping it behind her neck. He pulled her arms out between her legs. In this position she was helpless to resist him, and her sex and ass was open and gaping. Whether from fear or excitement or both he couldn't tell. "What is your name?"

"Lilith!" She said with more defiance. Slap! Pain! Stars! Lilith moaned and shook her head to clear her vision.

Memo dropped his pants. "Nothing turns me on like disciplining a hoe!" His erection was raging and he forced it into her asshole while he turned the vibration on the egg up to full. "Nancy give her that shot!"

Lilith struggled, "What is it?"

"Smack and everything plus extra MDMA to help you learn. Lilith struggled but Memo was too strong and Nancy got the drugs in. When she pulled off the rubber band and the drugs hit Lilith's brain, she groaned and then shuddered with an involuntary orgasm. "What is your name you stupid whore?"

"Lilith." Memo raised his hand, "NO! Wait! My name is Vicki!"

Memo growled, "Better." He pulled out and shoved his cock roughly back up her ass.

The woman he was sodomizing, shuddered and had another orgasm. "What is your name?"

In a drug induced euphoria all she wanted was cock. "Vicki! Oh, gawd fuck me, my name is Vicki!"

He made her cum and answer correctly many more times. Finally satisfied, he pulled out the vibrator and then made her suck his cock until he blew down her throat. He left her trussed up and went downstairs to see who was ready to fuck the slut. A very large black man came into the room and stuffed his BBC into her. He asked with a wicked grin. "What is your name?"

"Oh God, please don't hit me. Fuck me, make me cum. My name is Vicki." The man grinned and used her until he filled her with jizz.

When her trick left, Memo came back and asked, "Is everything all right? Tell me your name."

"it's Vicki."

Memo gave her an evil grin, "Are you sure slut, sure it isn't Lilith?"

"Who's Lilith Boss? My name is Vicki." She was high as fuck and the MDMA was working its magic.

Memo patted her cheek, "Good Girl." And released her from her restraints.

She floated through the rest of her shift, telling herself she wasVicki, Vicki, Vicki. Named after the Queen."

Vicki. Meat. Just fuck meat.

Weeks passed, and Vicki didn't even know what month it was anymore, much less what the date was. Her life was drugs, cock, all forms of sex and more drugs. She had made a few friends and had several regular customers, once you were a regular, if she liked you, you could go bareback on her. Her best girlfriend was named Maria. Maria was also a junky now but was a sweet, kind woman, her indoctrination into being a junky whore hadn't changed that. Yet. When Vicki was low, Maria always looked out for her and tried to make her feel better. They got their shots together three times a day as the brothel was open 24x7. 'We don't even close on holidays' Was the motto on the wall. It was starting to get warm outside and once in a while they were allowed supervised time outside to get some sun. They liked to chat about their past lives and compare their track marks. Maria expressed a small amount of regret over her career choice. "I know this is wrong, my family would disown me if they found out. But..."

Vicki understood the 'but' without being told. In more lucid times during their drug cycle, she thought she should resist. She thought her first step would be to say, 'No. I am done with this.' She wanted to retake control of her life. But when the withdrawal started, she folded and begged for her medicine. It was pathetic. She was pathetic. She and Maria had fallen into a pit trap and the sides were too steep and crumbly to climb out. All they had was endless sex, drugs, and each other. When it was slow they would curl up in a 69 position and pleasure each other. No smelly cocks and abuse, just sweet soft lips and tongues. They often fell asleep after a long day curled up in each other's arms.

Once the medicine went in and hit their brains, Vicki and Maria forgot all their misgivings and lost themselves in the pleasure of being penetrated by some eager trick. Young. Old. Fat. Skinny. It didn't matter as long as they got what they paid for. Oddly she loved bringing her men off, almost as much as getting off herself. It reaffirmed her power as a woman. Speaking of woman, under her tutoring, Maria learned how to bring her off with ease when there was a lull during their twelve hour shift. She loved Maria. Maria was her safe haven.

Today Precious was watching them and answered the phone. "Sure. Come on over." She told the caller.

"Vicki, you are up. A special guest in thirty minutes, haul ass, get your medicine and make your skank ass presentable. Look hot, wear something clean."

Vicki and Maria groaned. "Why do you have to be such a bitch? Who the fuck are you?"