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CHAPTER 3
“Weird,” Tina muttered as she was pushed from the room. She was joined in the hallway by young girls named Orange, Cherry, Lilly, and Chamomile. Tina was taken to the center of the room. She looked around in shock. The room was decorated for Halloween. Was it really Halloween? She had lost track. Everyone was in costume and wearing masks. Old, young, rich and influential were all milling around, drinking, and tasting snacks. One thing Tina never did get was food. She was starving. “This is she,” a familiar voice said from behind a black mask. “She’s milking,” the blonde whispered to a very old woman. Tina tried to keep her disgust hidden. She had never been done by a 60-year-old woman before. She kept thinking about the money as both women fondled her. “You are here, on the swing,” the blonde said, leading Tina to the padded table. There were chains and straps hanging from the ceiling. “Relax, have fun,” the woman whispered. “I’m afraid,” Tina whispered back, while looking at the room full of strange women. “I guarantee that when the night’s done you will want to come back next year, but you can’t. This is a one-time deal. So enjoy it while you can. And think about the money, if you are forced to do something disgusting, remember that the money will keep you off the streets for years.” “Thanks,” Tina said as she was harnessed in the chains and straps. She soon found herself hanging from the ceiling. She was able to support herself with hands and knees, but there was no need. The straps were comfortable. “This is Rose,” a voice came from behind her. She turned and could barely see a new woman standing behind her. She was in a Marti Gras type of costume. “Rose is very young, as you can see. But more importantly, Rose is special in another way. Rose is lactating.” “Really?” “What?” “My God,” voices came from all around the room. Women hurried to stand by the table. “What am I bid?” the first voice asked. Tina’s eyes widened in horror. Was she going to wake up in Bagdad after all?