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Tishala's Degradation
(Alice Ebuya)

"This is the deal." 

Tishala looked up and into his eyes. Her mind was a maelstrom of confusion and emotions, how had he dominated her so easily? He didn't even try she admitted, just strong words and twisted hair had forced a decision that she knew was wrong from a fidelity stand point, but right... if she could trust her body's instant reaction.

"When your husband is on rotation and back home you are to cater for his every need, just as a good wife should. But, every second that he is away your mind and body belong to me."

She felt the betrayal piercing her soul, but still she nodded her silent agreement.

Alan smiled, she sensed a warmth that spoke of affection, but it can't be that, we don't even know each other. After months of smiles and hellos in passing she had stripped naked and fallen to her knees after just a few hours in his company. And he seemed so shy and uncertain of himself, it was just a game, he knew all along what he wanted, and he knew how to get it.

Tishala felt his fingers entwine her hair again and took a breath in readiness for the coming discomfort.

"I will breed you slut." he said quietly, "But not yet. I have plans for you, I intend to test your obedience and commitment. You may be playing games with me, acting, telling me what you think I want to hear."

Tishala shook her head, he didn't know her, she wasn't capable of such deceit. "I am not playing games." she whispered, then felt his fingers tighten.

"I'm taking you to the coast." he said, "To Malaga. There is an industrial area right on the Guadalhorce, there it's possible to find Africans just like you. Black girls who will do anything that you want for ten Euros. This evening you will become one of those girls Tishala, I will watch you sell yourself to strangers, and after you will thank me, and then give me every cent that you have earned. You cannot say no to any request, only then will I truly believe that you are genuine."

Tishala began to shake her head, what he was proposing was totally unacceptable. It was immoral, it was something that she knew she couldn't do. How could she ever look herself in the eye ever again when she gazed into a mirror. How could she ever look Adam in the eye without her guilt declaring what a dirty slut she had become.

But how can I look him in the eye now? She questioned silently, after what I have done so far today. Taken out into the countryside naked, dropping to my knees to suck him, then crouching like an animal so that he could fuck me. He gave me the option to walk away, yet I still offered him my pussy! I am a slut... a submissive slut.

And now he is going to make me a whore.

Today I will become a prostitute.