Nicole Gets Her Scars
March/29/2002

Nicole lay there over the bench, how she had gotten there she didn't know. She had gone to sleep one night and when she had been violently awaken by High Diveden, her pimp, she found herself over this damn bench. Why he had done this to her she didn't yet know.

She was laying face down with her arms stretch down and a little to the back and her legs stretched forward almost perpendicular to her body. Knees bent at a 45-degree angle and restrained next to her wrists. Her ankles where secured about 2 feet below and a bit to the front of her ass. There was a wide leather strap around her waist holding her stomach down. She couldn't move and it was the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in. She was pulled way out of position. A position the human body just wasn't made to be in.

High Diveden walks into the room, he is pushing a heated hibachi, with coals in it and what looks like a dozen wire coat hangers hanging over the side. "What are you going to do to me, what have I done to you."

Her head follows him around, as he pushes the hibachi around to her back. She looses sight of him.

High Diveden put the hibachi in back of her and then sat on a chair. She tried to look back at him but couldn't. In the position she was in she could only look forward and a bit to the sides. "I've learned bitch that you've been holding out on me."

Nicole struggled on the bench, "What do you mean holding out on you, I've given you every cent I've ever earned." She lied. Nicole in fact has been keeping ten percent of what she made. She referred to it as her getting away money.

High Diveden shifted himself closed to the hibachi. "That's not what Clarise has been telling me." Clarise was the girl she shared her flat with. She was also one of High Diveden's newer girls. She'd do anything to please him.

She knew she shouldn't have told her about that money, but she saw her counting it one day. She had made her promise never to tell anyone, especially their pimp. "That bitch, I'll get her for that."

High Diveden swatter her on the ass, Swat, "Ouch." He reached for a coat hanger and wiggled it a bit as he removed it from its hot coals. Sparks danced off it as he pulled it out of the hot coals, "No I don't think you will bitch."

"Where do you keep the money, bitch." He brought the coat hanger up close to her backside. She could feel the heat on her ass. A Small ember from one of the coals released from the hanger and fell to her ass, "Yeeeeeeow, oh god what was that."

When she didn't answer his question fast enough, he touched the hanger to her ass, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, oh god no, please don't, in the name of god don't."

"That my dear was your fate flashing into life." He chuckled under his breath as he said it.

Nicole let out a blood-curdling scream as the coat hanger put its brand on her rump. "Now bitch I said where's my money, It's mine and I want it back."

Nicole was crying, the coat hanger had branded her and the pain was excruciating. "No, oh god no, It's mine, I've earned it and it's fuckin' mine." She screamed out at him.

He put the coat hanger back and got another one out, touching its fresh heat to her ass, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, no oh god no, not again."

As he pulled the hanger out one of the coals fell to the floor and burned its path across the concrete. It slowly faded and lost its heat on the floor.

High Diveden got up off the chair and walk to the front of the bench to face Nicole.
"All you have to do is talk bitch and I'll stop. Now where is my money." He kept referring to it as my money, when he hadn't done a thing to earn it. It was hers, and a lot more, which he got.

Nicole was just lying there crying to herself, her breathing was shallow and her eyes where glossy. "Fuck you ass hole." She said in a low rasping voice.

High Diveden walked back around to the hibachi and picked up a third coat hanger, he touched it to another spot on her ass. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee."

Nicole passed out. High Diveden got some smelling salts and put it under her nose. She twitched into consciousness. Hoping that the pain was only a dream. But it wasn't, she could feel her backside and each of the brands that High Diveden had put there. He then walked back to the hibachi and got out a forth coat hanger. This one he brought around to her face. "See this coat hanger bitch, it'll be on that ass of yours if you don't tell me where my fuckin' money is."

Nicole was only shaking her head from side to side, she wanted that money, to use to get away from this life. He walked around to her back and touched it to her backside, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee."

Her voice had become hoarse from the screaming and she was still breathing shallowly. Her ass felt as if it where unfire. Each of the four brandings hurt her in a different place of her ass. But she wasn't going to give up that money, she wasn't. High Diveden touched another coat hanger to her ass, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee."

He immediately put it back and got out another one out, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee."

"Bitch, this can go on all day. I've got the time, do you have the ass." He chuckled at what he thought was a funny. "Ha, ha, ha."

Nicole could only scream at this point, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee." The pain was too much for her, she broke down, "It's in behind a brick in the center of my bed, just above the headboard."

Nicole had told him everything, she couldn't take the pain anymore. In all she had held out for six brandings. The pain had wrested all her hope of keeping the money and she just told him what he wanted to hear.

High Diveden grabbed her by the back of the hair, "Bitch that money had best be there, if it isn't well I'll just have to restart with two each time. One to each side of your ass."

Nicole just lay there and cried. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

High Diveden left the basement room and went to Nicole's apartment to get his money. When he got there he found that the brick wasn't in the wall and was on the floor. He stuck his hand into the hole and couldn't find the money. It was gone.

He ransacked the room looking for it and couldn't find it. He also noticed that all of Clarise's cloths where gone. He thought to himself ' That bitch stole my money, I'm going to make her pay, as well as Nicole. '

As he was leaving the apartment he spotted a stub from a Greyhound bus ticket on the floor, where Clarise must have dropped it.

He then got three of his boys and went to the bus stop. He offered them five hundred dollars reward if they found Clarise. Within five minutes one of them had. Before she could get away on a bus he called a cop friend of his who was on his payroll. For a little money, he'd arrest Clarise and bring her to the basement where Nicole was.

Detective Morris didn't have anything to do at that particular moment, so he went to the bus station to pick up Clarise for High Diveden. After all 6 hundred bucks was 6 hundred bucks. He could use any extra money he could.

As he entered the bus depot, the pimp High Diveden walked up to him. "Detective Morris, my good buddy, glad you could make it."

Morris chewed on his gum, "Don't good buddy me, what do you want and how much is it going to make me." He spit his gun out on the pavement. A dog came over and smelled it then High Diveden's leg. High Diveden kicked it away. "Owr, Owr, Owr, Owr." The dog barked of down the street.

"I want you to arrest a certain whore and bring her to me at this address." High Diveden handed the detective a piece of paper with the address of the vacant building on it. A building he knew and trusted. It was secure except for one back entrance. Which he kept secure. He also kept the building empty for his special use, when needed.

"Now how much will I be getting for this most generous act of mine." High Diveden pulled out an envelop and hand it to him, "6 hundred dollars for 30 minutes work."

It sounded right to him, "Which woman do you want arrested and where is she."

High Diveden pointed over to Clarise sitting at a coffee counter. She was eating a hamburger and drinking a coffee. "That's the bitch over there, the white blonde, eating the burger. Her names Clarise Morgan."

Morris walks over to her, "Clarise Morgan."

She turns to face him, "Ya, what's it to ya."

He shows her his badge, "Detective Morris, you're under arrest on an outstanding warrant for solicitation. You'll have to come with me."

She starts to get up off the counter seat, "Fuck you." She turns to leave and he grabs her by the arm. "Get your fuckin' pig hands off me, I don't know what your talking about."

He wrestles with her and manages to get some handcuffs on her. "I said bitch your under arrest for solicitation and now resisting arrest."

He takes her out to his car and puts her in the back seat. Cuffing her legs to a bolt in the floor. A bolt he had installed for just such an emergency. "Let me go and I'll let you have a taste of this." She opens her knees wide, to reveal the best part of her, a well shaved pussy.

Morris shakes his head, "Bitch if I wanted that I'd simply take it." He puts his hand on her knee and moves it up to her cunt. Laughing as he does it.

Detective Morris pulls out and heads to the address High Diveden gave him. She thinks they're going to the police station. Once at the abandoned building, Clarise realizes that something is wrong with the setup. She spots one of High Diveden's boys standing watch outside the building. "What the fuck, your no cop."

Morris opens her door and uncuffs her legs and tries to get her out of the car. She struggles and kicks him in the balls. "Ohhhhhhh, fuckin' bitch. He drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. You're going to pay for that, bitch."

She's out of the car and makes a run for it. Junior, the kid on guard grabs her, Detective Morris is finally able to backhand her and she slumps onto the ground, semi-conscious.

Junior, one of High Diveden's boys escorted her down into the basement to Nicole, while High Diveden and Morris talk. "High, that bitch needs a little talking to by me. I'm going to give her a good beatin'. Show her the proper respect for the law."

The two men went down into the basement and there they where, Nicole over her bench and Clarise over another bench, exactly like the one Nicole was in. She was struggling and couldn't move. "You bastard what do you think your doing to me."

Clarise couldn't see Nicole very well, only from the waist up. Her bench was about six feet away from Nicole and on an even keel with hers. "Detective Morris doesn't like the way you kicked him in the balls, baby. He thinks you need a little correction in the way you treat a policeman."

Clarise struggled in her restraints, but couldn't move, any more than Nicole could. "Fuck that pig, he's supposed to help the people, not turds like you."

Detective Morris stood there in front of her still rubbing his sore balls from when she kicked him. "Baby I go where the money is. If you think I care a horses balls for a whore like you, think again."

He then began to take off his belt. It was a thick leather belt. "What are you going to do to me."

He laughed as he went behind her, patting the back of her dress. "I think I'm going to tan the white ass of yours until it's raw, bitch."

He looked down at Nicole and could see the cuts from the branding that High Diveden had given her on her ass. "Looks like someone has been a busy boy."

Detective Morris reached down and lifted the back of Clarise's dress. "Oh god no, you can't beat me. Please don't, oh god please."

Clarise looked up at High Diveden, like he would help her. "Bitch this is going to teach you a valuable lesson. Your mine until I don't want you anymore and there's nothing that sorry ass of yours can do about it. The police are in my pay."

It wasn't really the police, just this one sorry assed detective. But that's all you really needed, one sorry assed detective.

Detective Morris stepped back a couple of feet and let the belt fly. It landed on Clarise ass with a loud report, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow, fucking pig don't do this to me."

Every muscle in Clarise's body tensed. The pain shot through her body. She then tensed for another crack.

But nothing happened, then she heard it, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." It was Nicole this time. He was giving them both a beating.

It wasn't long before she felt another, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." Clarise felt it and again her muscles tightened.

As Clarise heard the next crack on Nicole's ass, she looked over at her and saw her face contort and her yelling in pain, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow, oh no noooooo, please, I didn't kick you only that bitch Clarise did. I don't deserve this. My ass has paid already."

Clarise then felt her third crack of his belt, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Nicole's third blow came almost immediately, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Detective Morris looked down at his handy work and smiled. His dick was still sore, but it was becoming quite hard. He stepped back over to Clarise, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Morris had a thin bead of sweat upon his brow. Partly because of the effort put forth by him into each strike and partly because he was inflamed by the sight of two lovely upturned bottoms in front of him. Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

"Uhhhhh, Arrrghhhh, Yeeeeeeow," Clarise and Nicole cried over and over as the belt cut into there tender backsides. There bodies jerked and bucked as best they could with each attack on their bodies. The two women moaned in pain as they received the most terrific beating of their lives. It was even worse for Nicole, as the belt ripped at her brandings.

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Detective Morris gleefully gave them their two last cuts of his belt. He had a hard-on that just wouldn't quit. He would have to go home to his loving wife and get a nooner from her that was for sure.

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

It went on like this until each woman had received fifteen cracks of that awful belt on her ass. Neither woman could think straight for at least ten minutes after the beating had finished. The room just spun around and around as they tried to get their senses back.

Morris and High Diveden where talking, neither Nicole nor Clarise could hear what then where saying, the two women where crying to loudly.

"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

The two shook hands and Detective Morris left, but as he turned to leave Clarise could see him reach down and adjust her balls. She thought they must still hurt where she kicked him. But not as much as her or Nicole hurt from that beating he just gave the two of them. She thought to herself that from then on whenever either woman saw him, they would both show Detective Morris a little more respect and say yes sir when he told them to do something.

The pain in both their asses was incredible. They were both swollen and wouldn't be able to work the streets for at least two weeks. Sitting would also be a problem. But with what High Diveden has planned for the two of them, it really didn't matter what condition they where in.

High Diveden walked over to the defenseless women, he was rubbing his hands together, "Well ladies I've made a little deal with Morris, he's going to keep the other cops out of this area and I'm going to make a little money off you two bitches while your backsides heal. I'm leaving you over those benches for the next two weeks and every bum in the city will be paying me 2 bucks a shot to fuck you." He laughed under his breath. "It won't be as lucrative as normal, but a buck is a buck. Plus you'll learn not to cross me."

At this point, Gary, one of High Diveden's boys brought in a Japanese man. High Diveden went over and talked to him. "Yaguchi, how's it hanging."

High Diveden and Yaguchi embraced and slapped each other on the backs. "Great my friend, long time no see."

Yaguchi was a New York procurer for the Japanese Mafia, known as The Yakuza. He was in town to see High Diveden, he'd called him to see if he wanted any fresh girls.

They walked over to Clarise, "This is her, fresh as a daisy. That is if the daisy has a swollen and sore ass that is. But otherwise she's fresh meet. Been with me just over 3 months."

Yaguchi bent over and examined her, "How much." He put his hand between her legs and fingered her cunt. "Mmmmmm nice and soft still."

High Diveden slapped his back, "You come right to the point. I'll ask 20, you'll say 10, so lets call it 15 and we got a deal."

Yaguchi stood up, "You've got a deal my friend." He rubbed his hand on the back of Clarise's dress.

He then went over to the door and yelled something in Japanese. Two very big men came in and undid Clarise's restraints. They dragged her out of the room. "Get your greasy Jap paws off me. She kicked one of them in the balls. He just stood there as if a fly had hit him. She just didn't learn. Even a sore ass didn't teach her not to kick men in the balls when they have control of your life. "She'll learn to respect men, once we get her ass to Japan. We have our methods of taming wild cats like her."

Yaguchi then counted out fifteen thousand dollars and gave it to High Diveden. "High Diveden pointed over to Nicole. "How much for that one."

Yaguchi shock his head no, "You know I only buy white, blue eyed blondes. That's what they want in Japan. Plus it looks by that ass of hers, she'll be nothing but trouble for us." He could see that High Diveden had been using coat hangers on her ass.

"You can have her for 5, it's a bargain at one third the price.

Yaguchi walked over to Nicole and patted her ass, "Yeeeeeeow, No you can't do this you fucking pig Jap."

Yaguchi then rubbed his hand over her backside for a couple of minutes. As he did Nicole screamed in pain the entire time. Her backside was almost raw from the beating and had cuts from the branding. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee, Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeee."

He then left. "Bitch, your one luck woman. The Japanese Mafia just bought Clarise. In two weeks she'll be in some Osaka whorehouse, servicing Japanese businessmen. Yaguchi, informs me that the whore house she's going to is into S and M."

Nicole looking at High Diveden with hate in her eyes, "Good the bitch is responsible for me being on this bench. She's also responsible for her own predicament then."

High Diveden left the room and Gary entered. "High Diveden just gave you to me for the next 2 weeks Nicole and I'm going to make some money off that sorry ass of yours."

About twenty minutes later they started to come in, one bum after another. As the first rummy went behind her she started to protest. "Oh god no, get your fucking hands off me, you filthy ass hole."

The bum didn't say a thing, he unzipped his pants, took out his dick and put his hands on either side of her ass cheeks and separated them. Sticking his dick into her cunt and fucked her for ten minutes, then another one and another one. This went on for over 3 hours. Gary was charging them 2 dollars per fuck and every dirty street person in Raleigh was fucking poor Nicole. Their smell was even evident from 3 feet away. The whole room reeked after an hour.

One decided he wanted a butt fuck and shoved his prick up her ass, "Oh god no, not there too."

After 3 hours Nicole began to scream for them to stop, Gary came back in and grabbed her by the hair. "Bitch the next time you so much as open that mouth of yours I'm going to tan that ass of yours again. Do you get me."

Without Nicole answering, Gary left the room.

All day she was fucked and fucked again by the cream de la cream of the cities street people. They did whatever they wanted to her ass and cunt. She could only lay there and take it. If she said anything she knew that she would be in for another beating. Her cunt and ass ached from these people fucking her like this.

There was no reprieve. He cunt and ass dripped where so full of their cum that it remained wet and the cum dripped on the floor..

High Diveden was going to teach her a lesson that she would never forget. Then one of the bums came in while she was being fucked up the ass. He stood in front of her and unzipped his fly and took out the dirtiest, disease-ridden prick that she had ever seen. He actually had puss around one of the sores on his dick. "No, if you think I'm sucking that you're crazier that you appear."

He put his dick back into his pants and left. Almost immediately Gary returned. "He had an electric prod in his hand. He went around to her back and as soon as the bum was through fucking her, he put it between her ass cheeks and against her anus.

"Oh god no Gary, Don't, No, Noooooo." Gary pulled the trigger and put a shot of electricity through her anus. "Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaa, eeeeeeeeaaaaaa, eeeeeeeeaaaaaa."

She screamed bloody murder. The shock rippled through her body and she convulsed. Every muscle in her body tightened up and she pissed herself. Gary then walked around and stood in front of her. "From now on bitch, whatever they want you'll do. No complaining, no refusals, you'll just do. If you don't, the next time this will be put up into your ass hole and used. Do you understand bitch."

She was crying at this point. But through the tears Gary heard a faint yes.

"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Yes, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

The bum came back in and she sucked him off. She could actually taste the puss on the soar on his dick. Sometimes she sucked, sometimes up her ass, sometimes up her cunt and sometimes she sucked one off while another fucked her from behind, either up her ass or cunt. She knew that if there was a way Gary would have them doing all three at the same time. But on this bench there wasn't anyway they could do about that. Not enough room.

Eventually she stopped crying and just lay there and took it. What other recourse did she have?

At the end of the first day Gary and another one of High Diveden's boys put a collar around her neck and chained her up to a bolt in the floor. They would then remove her from the bench and she would be allowed to sleep on the cold floor. She ate fast food and shit into a bucket on the floor. No toilet paper or anything for that matter to wipe her ass.

Once back on the bench in the morning or at least morning for her they would undo the bolt lock and the collar stayed in place. Then Gary would hose her down with a garden hose. The water was cold and uncomfortable. He would stick the hose into her ass crack and flush it out clean. No soap, just the cold running water would be used on her ass. She shivered for some time after the hosing down. Thought she was going to catch pneumonia, but no such luck.

After the two weeks was up High Diveden returned and she was let out of the neck collar and off the bench. The blisters on her ass caused by the branding had healed and she had a number of small u shaped scars on the right side of her ass.

She was free at last, or what passed for free to High Diveden. She could hardly walk from the contortions she was forced into on the bench and the fact that her ass hole and cunt where almost raw from the fuckings she had to endure. She was taken back to her apartment and allowed to rest for the night. The next day it was business as usual. She was working her corner, just like nothing had happened. The only difference was there was a new roommate.

Whenever she satisfied a john for 3 days she was in pain because of the sore cunt and ass hole.

For the next week all kinds of street people would come up to her and offer her 2 bucks for a fuck. She would run them off or throw rocks at them. Eventually they got the idea that she wasn't going to give them any of her hot meat and they stopped bothering her.

Gary came up to Nicole, "High Diveden wants to see you at his pad, immediately."

She looked down at the little runt, "Ya sure, let's go shorty."

Nicole left, knowing that what High Diveden wanted he got. She took a Taxi over to his place. It was in the rich neighborhood. Apartments went for 4 thousand a month. Not the 6 hundred she had to pay for her half of the crappy place she shared with Debbie. Not that she paid it, all her money went to High Diveden. He pays all of her expenses for her. With no money she wouldn't think of going anyplace he didn't want her to go.

High Diveden lets her in, "Time you got here bitch, I've been waiting for you forever."

She saunters in like she owned the place, "Nice to be wanted. Gary just gave me the message, you think I'm going to cross you after what you did to me."

She looks around to see what all that her hard earned money and a lot of other girl's money has bought him. "

High Diveden has a VCR tape in his hand. "Nicole, before you go back out on the street to make me some more money. I want to show you this little tape I just got from Yaguchi, my friend in New York. You remember Yaguchi don't you? I sold Clarise to him and would have sold you if he'd had wanted that black ass of yours.

She sure did remember him and how was she going to forget Clarise. The bitch that trapped her in High Diveden's keeping.

High Diveden put the tape in the machine. "This little tape is an excerpt from a Japanese S and M tape that sells for 65 dollars on the Internet. It shows Clarise hard at work.

The television screen shot into view.

Nicole could see Clarise was in a room with 6 other white women and one young Japanese man. She is over the knee of a Japanese woman in her 50's. Clarise is naked, except for her powder blue panties which are hanging off one of her ankles. All the other young women are fully clothed. They are standing there watching Clarise getting spanked by the elderly Japanese woman.

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow, oh no please I'm sorry. I won't misbehave again"

Clarise is struggling over her knee. Crack, "Yeeeeeeow, oh mamason I'm so sorry I won't cause any more trouble, I truly won't."

Clarise puts her hand back to try and protect her lily-white ass from the paddle that the mamason is wielding. The Mamason grabs onto her wrist and moves her hand out of the way. Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Clarise looks up at the a young Japanese man, "Please don't spank me I." Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." She was unable to finish the sentence as the paddle lands with a resounding crack in the middle of her backside.

The Japanese man is walking back and forth addressing the six other women, "This is what happens at this establishment to trouble makers. I hope that this little display, won't have to be repeated on one of you." He is looking down at the floor and not directly at any one girl, as he paces back and floor, with his hands clasp behind his back.

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow, oh please I'm trrrruly sorry."

One of the women, a redhead has put her hand over her bottom, as she does you can see that she isn't wearing any panties. Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." Crack, "Yeeeeeeow"

"Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo."

The red head is sniffling, she isn't crying yet, just sniffling. As another crack of the paddle lands on Clarise's backside two of the other women jump as if they didn't expect it. Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

Clarise's backside had started out lily white, it slowly turned to pink and turned very quite quickly after that to scarlet.

As Nicole watches the tape she puts her hand over her backside. Remembering when both her and Clarise got a beating from Detective Morris. "Good the bitch is still suffering." If it hadn't been for Clarise ratting on her to High Diveden, she would probably be back in Haiti living the high life.

You can see by the expressions on the girl's faces that they don't like the fact the Clarise is getting paddled or the fact that they are being held against their wills in this Japanese whorehouse.

Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." Crack, "Yeeeeeeow." Clarise is moving the top half of her body, still struggling in vain to get off the woman's knee.

With each crack of the paddle on Clarise's ass she stiffens her body and her legs and feet rise up higher than her backside. She so much wants this beating to be over, but there's nothing she can do, but scream with each resounding crack of the paddle on her backside. Crack, "Yeeeeeeow."

You can see by the intensity of the spanking that Clarise isn't so much being punished for her actions, but it is an object lesson to the other women not to misbehave, themselves.

One of the women turns her face away from the scene and the Japanese man runs over to her, grabs her by the back of the hair and forces her to look. He pulls her over and down to Clarise's red ass, her face is just two feet from Clarise's ass, as the mamason delivers the final three cracks of the paddle to Clarise's ass, "Crack, Crack, Crack, "Yeeeeeeow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow."

Clarise at this point is only crying. "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

The Japanese man lets go of the woman he had by the hair and she falls to the floor. She has started to cry as well as Clarise. "This my children is what happens to disobedient young ladies when Daddy is displeased with them. I hope for your sakes that non of you need the mamason here to turn you over her knee."

Clarise is released by the mamason and falls to the floor, the mamason gets up and her and the Japanese man leave the room. The girls all run over to Clarise and help her to her feet and over to a couch. She is put on the couch face down.

Crying profusely, "Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo, Boo Hoo."

The camera goes into a close-up of Clarise's backside. You can see the scarlet area is swollen and with each heartbeat it pulsates.

After some 20 seconds this is where the VCR tape ends.

After viewing the tape Nicole thinks to herself how lucky, for once, she is to be black. For she knows damn well that if she had been white that would have been her over the mamason's knee getting her ass tanned by that paddle.

She just stands there for a few seconds, once the tape is finished. "Alright bitch, the show is over. Get back out there and make me some more money." High Diveden turns Nicole around and swats her on the backside.

"If you don't make me enough money, maybe I'll just start to employ that incentive plan to keep you humping that gold mine of yours."

She leaves his apartment knowing that now she has to get away from that bastard at any cost. She figures that in 30 days she'll kill High Diveden and steal his money. Sometime over the next 2 months he'll have a large amount of money and then she can kill the bastard.

She flags down a taxi and tells the driver to go 5th and Portage St. Her corner.

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