Bambii's New World Part 2

There I was filled with cum. I had just been fucked and used like the total whore I was turned into. And even though I thought it was wrong in my mind, other parts of me were saying it was right. My cock wanted to explode, but my sheath wouldn't allow it.

My pimp, James, said I'd be able to release once a month – as long as I made him enough money.

The doctor got changed and looked at me. He winked and told me that he had created one hell of a whore and knew I would be good at what I was made to do – suck cock and get fucked like a little slut.

After dressing, he sat down with me and told me a few things.

"Listen, you are one fine piece of ass," he told me. "You are perfect in many ways. A great set of tits, an excellent body and a find boy pussy that guys are going to love jamming their cocks into."

He handed me a cigarette and I instinctively grabbed it and lit it. I took a long drag with my red lips and exhaled a long stream of smoke.

"But there's some things you need to realize, which will make you accept your role and hopefully make you realize that being a whore isn't bad," he said. "First, the odds are you won't live 10 years from now. Whether it be drugs, disease or being killed, once someone becomes a whore, they usually don't live more than 3 to 10 years. Sometimes it's shorter. Sometimes, you beat the system and you survive. But with a body like yours, I give you 5-10 because you'll be getting used a lot."

That shocked me. The look on my face must have made my doctor realize how shocked I was. After all, I am 22 years old. He's telling me I might not make it to 30. Tears trickled down my face. I once had dreams. How did I get here?

The doctor reached across and softly wiped my tears.

"I realize how shocking this all sounds," he said. "But now that you know something like this, you can watch yourself. Watch your decisions. Your pimp owns you. But you can do things to make sure your quality of life is good, no matter if it's for three, 10 or 20 years."