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Second Chances
(Crimson Rose)

Showered, dressed and mostly composed, Natasha stepped out of the bathroom and stared at Mistress Claudia who was sitting on the couch across the room from her. I've had sex with three thousand four hundred and eighty six men," she confessed. "I've been fucked in my pussy more than seven thousand times. My ass more than three thousand. I've given nearly eight thousand blow jobs. I've done five hundred twenty seven gang bangs ??" most of them under the command of the bastard that turned me into his sex slave of a prostitute. I've been used at a toilet, pin cushion, punching bag and ashtray more times than I care to remember. I've been caned, paddled, and otherwise beaten into submission without mercy. I am..." hanging her head, she let out a long pitiful sigh. "I am a broken woman far beyond fixing."

Claudia said nothing as she got to her feet, walked across the room and hugged Natasha tight. Natasha tensed at the embrace, but eventually melted into it as the tears once again began to flow. After a full minute, Claudia tenderly cupped her young ward's cheek. And softly kissed her on the lips. Natasha had mentally prepared herself for this inevitability so instead of resisting she pressed her lips harder and tightened the hug as her right hand found its way to Claudia's ass. To her surprise, however, Claudia eased away and took a step back.

"I know you want me so why not just take me like everyone else does?"

"Because I'm not a monster, Natasha, and you're not an object to be passed around without permission. And believe it or not, no one, including you, is beyond fixing. You're not a broken woman, Natasha, you're a survivor."

"I'm a worthless piece of shit that's been used up and tossed out like garbage by everyone that has ever known me," Natasha bit back.

"I've seen you naked. I've seen the scars. I've been a Mistress for nearly a decade and in that time I've seen some pretty fucked up shit. I know what the scars from a cane, flogger and cat o' nine as well as cigarette and cigars look like so I can only imagine the hell you've been through. And yet here you are. Others might've given up and ended the suffering, but you did not let them win. You survived, Natasha, and should wear those scars as badges of honor."

"I need a drink."

"No, you really don't. The time for drowning your sorrows in drugs and alcohol are over and I am here to help you get through what is going to be one of the worst times of your life but I swear to you, Natasha, you'll come out all the better for it."

"Yeah, like I've never been told that before. When I didn't jump at your command you caned me. The only thing different between you and the men I was forced to serve is that you've got a pussy between your legs and a much prettier face."

Her eyes going from the sleek metal band around Natasha's neck to the ones around her biceps, Claudia instinctively let them drift lower. "Are you wearing all five bands?"

"Yes Mistress. That is the proper wat you refer to one's owner, right?" Natasha answered and she tugged the form-fitting material of the dress up to prove she had done as commanded.