Secondary Contact: Bdsm Novel

By Rino Rena

Johanna recalls her real name and her previous life vividly, but nothing remains of her happy past. Her alleged boyfriend compel her and nine other girls to prostitute themselves. She sees no way out of her hopeless situation and accepts her fate more and more as her resignation and desperation grow.

However, when she meets a new customer who has very specific dark wishes, she notices a light at the end of the tunnel. Fabian, who is sympathetic, recognizes right away that she is not doing this voluntarily and does everything he can to get Johanna out of this hell. However, neither of them anticipates that everything will turn out differently...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rino Rena
• Release date: Dec 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215617434

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Table of contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Secondary Contact

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Bdsm Novel

Rino Rena

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Chapter 1

Candy, if you had a choice I might understand your begging and pleading, but you don't and you know it perfectly well."

With this comment Joachim slams the door behind him and leaves me alone. He came to me five minutes ago and announced that I've been booked for a special night. An evening without limits that earns him so much that he doesn't care if it takes me weeks to recover from it. He made that clear to me. He replied to the customer on my behalf via the platform as usual. I never see a dime from him, and I've never had as many clients as I have in the past month. Once again I'm thinking about how I got into this mess. Joachim was such a gentleman. He was the ultimate son-in-law.

Speaking of son-in-law. I haven't seen my parents for seven months now. I saw my little sister five weeks ago. He invited her for ice cream. Guarded by his brutal thug Carlos, I sat in a car in front of the ice cream parlor's door. Joachim wanted to show me how easy it was for him to get hold of her because I had refused to fulfill a suitor's wishes. Since then he has been pressuring me with my sister and ever since that day I have had at least two suitors every day he puts me up for booking. I don't know how to proceed. I am a wreck. He has just announced to me that in future he will offer me to the clients without a condom if I don't feel it.

Now I'm sitting on the small, hard bunk and crying again. How I would love to sleep in one of those soft beds on which I serve my suitors. Again I think about whether there isn't a possibility to escape after all. But nothing must happen to my sister Konstanze.

The door flies open again. Carlos comes in.

You should take a shower and stop crying. Your suitor is expecting you in an hour. I drive you to him. He wants normal street clothes. It doesn't matter what you wear underneath, because as soon as you arrive he expects you to silently disappear into the bathroom, undress and then come into his room. He only discusses everything else personally with you on site.

I defiantly wipe the tears from my face, grab my towel and walk past Carlos to the small bathroom down the hall. Carlos is Joachim's man for the rough stuff. He takes care of us girls. There are ten of us. We all live in an old dilapidated house. Carlos and Joachim keep the keys to our rooms. We have to call them when we want to leave the room. Another man works for Joachim, but I don't know him. Only Carlos is responsible for me because Joachim thinks I'm his best horse in the stable. On the days when I don't have any suitors, Carlos can take whatever he wants from me. For me he is the worst of all. I hate him. I've never said that about anyone before, but Carlos is the worst person I've ever met.

I'm in the shower and today he turns off the warm water after just three minutes. I usually have at least five minutes. I still have foam in my hair and now I have to rinse it out with ice-cold water. My whole body is shaking as I get out of the shower. I quickly get dressed under his lustful gaze. Still shivering, I go down the stairs and wait in front of the front door. Carlos unlocks and I walk to the car. He holds the door open for me and slams it again after I get in. I buckle myself in and my shaking gets worse and worse. I'm afraid. The client asked if he could hit me and tie me up. Joachim has approved everything on my behalf that leaves no lasting damage. Carlos lets me out of the car in front of the city's most expensive luxury hotel.

I'll pick you up here in three hours. Room 419.

I go directly to the elevators in the hotel and go to the fourth floor. I'm terrified, but now I have to cover it up. After meeting a client, Joachim once received a message that the client had the impression that I wasn't doing it voluntarily. To write it behind my ears once and for all, he had Carlos beat me until I was nauseous. I take three more deep breaths and then put on my mask. A mask consisting of a shy smile. I can't get more done with the best will in the world. I knock The door is opened for me by a man in a suit. He points to the phone in his hand. I'm guessing he's in his mid-forties. He looks good. Eyes down, I slip through the door and go straight to the bathroom. With erratic movements I undress and then go naked back into the room. At that moment he hangs up.

You won't say a word. I don't want to know what your voice sounds like. I don't want you to make any noise. You said your only limits are long-term damage. That's brave. Kneel down.

Now my heart is pounding in my throat. Rarely in my life have I panicked like this. As ordered, I sink to my knees. I lower my gaze.

Is this your first time doing this? Spread your legs if you can. I want to see your pussy.

I hesitate for only a fraction of a second, but he's already pulling my head back by the hair.

What's your problem, Candy?

His eyes flash briefly.

Oh shit. Forgive me. My fault.

He lets go of me and I panic that he'll break off, but he comes to me.

As agreed. €10,000.

He hands me an envelope. €10,000? Oh my god, what is this guy going to do to me if he pays that much money for three hours?

And now do it.

I open my legs and he takes the envelope back from me and puts it on the bed. Next, he slides a large gag into my mouth and locks it at the back of my head.

I can't risk you screaming out your pain or pleasure. hands forward.

He sits on the bed in front of me and handcuffs my hands. This is nothing new to me. Carlos does this every time he takes what he wants so I don't fight back because I scratched him the first time. He strokes my face. A tender touch that I did not expect.

You are prettier than in the photos, but thinner. I do not like it. If you want me to book you again, you will gain weight. Are we clear? Nod if that's the case.

What else can I do but nod? So I do. Joachim has already rounded me up on this. He does indeed always provide us girls with plenty of food and drink, but I don't feel like eating in these surroundings and living conditions. Joachim now weighs me regularly. For a long time I won't be able to compensate for my further weight loss by drinking a lot of water before weighing.

Then let's hope that the lamp is stable enough. Stand up. Arms up.

He fixes me on the lamp hanger in the middle of the room. I close my eyes so he can't see my fear. And then he kneads my breasts. He's almost tender. He pinches my nipples very gently. They react by positioning themselves.

You might try to fool me with your fake smile, but now let's see what your body says about my special treatment. But I don't want to pay for the cost of a new lamp. Roger that?

I nod. He goes to his suitcase and opens it. I sneak a peek. The case contains various whips, crops and other striking tools. I shouldn't have looked. Now I'm even more afraid.

We start with a rubber flogger.

And then he strikes for the first time. I whimper into my gag. The pain is stabbing and it burns. He continues undeterred, spreading the blows across my breasts, upper back, butt and thighs. It hurts. But when he goes back to his suitcase and pulls out a cane, I feel completely different. My body is already on fire, but the cane hits go much deeper into the tissue. Each blow hurts terribly. There is only pain in this moment. Nothing else. There is only this, the suffering and the beatings. My legs buckle briefly, he stops immediately and puts me back in the right position.

I doubt the lamp can take it. Stand up properly.

My legs are shaking under my own weight. He keeps hitting. When he finally lets go of me, my whole body burns and hurts. Suddenly and completely surprisingly, he pushes a finger into my cave. In fact, I'm wet. I don't understand why. I haven't been wet in months. If my clients didn't use lube, I was regularly sore afterwards. He, on the other hand, slides right into me.

So Candy really likes hits. Very nice.

He loosens my bonds. When he mentions my false name, reality hits me again. My head was swept empty by the beating. I didn't think of Joachim or Carlos. I didn't think about my family. I didn't think about anything and in fact it was an experience I would like to have again, even though the pain still grips my whole body now. He unties me and puts me on the bed. My legs can't carry me anymore. Now he will probably sleep with me. My back burns terribly. I suck in the air sharply through my nose. I'm still gagged. And then this guy really surprises me. He lies down next to me on the bed and gently pulls me to him. Almost familiarly, he hugs me from behind and strokes my hair. My body is crying out for rest. The bed is so comfortable. I close my eyes to enjoy this for a brief moment.

My cell phone rings. I jump up. The suitor lies behind me on the bed. He must have fallen asleep too.

Oh. Is this your insurance? Wait, I'll take the gag off, then you can talk on the phone. Our time is up. You can then get dressed and go.

I look at him uncertainly and go to the bathroom after he removes the gag. I took the envelope. I'd like to take the money and pile it up. As expected, 'Bärbel' appears on my display. This is how Carlos is saved on this mobile phone. He must want to know where I am. I try to get dressed as quickly as possible, but the fabric hurts incredibly on my skin. I take a look in the mirror. My back is swollen and looks even worse than my breasts. I clench my teeth and slip out of the room. I don't say a word and just give the man on the bed another big smile. He replies.

Good night, candy. See you.

I close the door and go to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, tears ran down my face. It hurts so bad. I can hardly take it. i need a painkiller Very urgent. I run out of the hotel as quickly as possible. I immediately see Carlos glaring at me angrily.

You have to keep the times. You're overdue for fifteen minutes and then you don't even answer your phone.

The suitor didn't want to hear me speak.

Where is the money?

I hand the envelope to Carlos, who opens it and counts the money. He opens the door for me.

Get in already.

I sit down very slowly. Tears come to my eyes again and I whimper. Carlos gets in next to me.

What did he do?

He hit me.

For three hours?

No.

Did he fuck you afterwards or what? Don't let them tell you everything.

No. He just wanted to cuddle afterwards.

Dumbass.

I'm incredibly relieved that for once I didn't have to endure sexual acts. I haven't had that with any clients before. When we reach the house, Carlos pushes me into my room.

Undress yourself. Right away.

I know I don't have a choice, so I do it.

OK. Off to the bathroom.

I run into the small bathroom. He fills me a bathtub, which honestly surprises me. He's never done that before. I'm already looking forward to it. But only until the moment he grabs me and puts me in the full tub. The water is freezing and it burns like hell on my violated body.

You stay in there for at least fifteen minutes.

I'm already shaking. I don't have any fat deposits that would cushion the cold. I cry quietly.

Please Carlos, it hurts so much. Let me out.

No. Joachim said I have to do everything to ensure that you can be reinstated as quickly as possible. Cold weather is the best way to prevent bruising, so don't wait. Today won't be the last time either.

After a quarter of an hour I'm finally allowed to go out, shaking violently. He hands me a towel. I gently pat my back. He takes me to my room and hands me an ointment to apply. I won't tell him I can't do this on my own. The last thing I want right now is touching him.

Create yourself and go to sleep.

May I have some painkillers, please?

No. This also does not prevent the formation of the hematoma.

I swallow but am glad when he leaves the room. I put cream on my sore spots as best I can. Then I lie down on the hard bunk. Today I find it to be even worse than usual. It also takes a long time for me to fall asleep.

Carlos is back in my room before sunrise.

Go to the bathroom. I got you a tub.

No. I can not do this. Please. It's too cold.

Don't cry all the time. You could have been silent with the suitor. Then you will do the same here now. I don't want to hear any more peeps.

Tears well up in my eyes as he roughly grabs my arm and drags me into the bathroom. He picks me up and puts me in the tub. My attempt to get back out fails miserably as he easily keeps me in the tub. It only lasts two minutes and my whole body is shaking. I tremble miserably. Joachim enters the bathroom.

What are you doing, Candy?

I told her she had to go into cold water so the bruises wouldn't get so big.

She has deep blue lips, so get out there with her. How was yesterday, candy? Show me your back.

Relieved, I stand up and turn around. Shame has long since ceased to exist for me. That was one of the first things I put here. Which I should rather put down.

The suitor wrote and thanked me. He said you could take it well and he wants to see you again soon, but only if you've gained weight by then.

He chews his gum conspicuously as usual.

I also have the impression that you've lost weight again. Step on the scale.

Damn it, I can't drink anymore. I hesitantly step onto the scales.

You've lost two more pounds. So either you eat more now or I will tie you to your cot and force feed you. It will take time for your back to heal anyway. Carlos, put lotion on her back. She can't go there alone and then she should have breakfast.

Joachim leaves the room again. Carlos roughly rubs my back dry with a towel and puts lotion on me. I get sick like I do every time he touches me. He sends me to my room so I can get dressed. Without a word, I do as I'm told and then go to the kitchen. The other girls are already sitting at the table. We are all between 18 and 25 years old. The girl named by Joachim Peaches is the eldest of us. She has been here for three years. Your gaze is blank. Just like the look of most other women here. Only Chantal and Sugar have a little fighting spirit left. But they are also the shortest here. Joachim stands at the end of the table.

Today we have something to celebrate. And a farewell. One of you will leave us. And the winner is: Peaches. For the fact that you're already so exhausted, I got a really good price. You'll be working somewhere else, but the nice thing is, the new Peaches is moving into your room today. She's still a little rebellious, but Carlos and I will manage. Candy will be out for a few days. I can't let her loose on the suitors in her condition. I divided her suitors among you. So you have a little bit more to do in the next few days. If you are asked, then Candy is a friend of yours who is unfortunately not in Germany at the moment and therefore cannot look after her customers.

I can feel the girls looking at me. They turn out very differently. Some seem angry at me because they have to serve my clients, while others seem to feel sorry for me. Dejectedly, I close my eyes because I can't take any of those looks.

"Sweety, you'll get your shot for today when you've served your