Die Schuldenhure 2 - Neue Horizonte

During the school break, her friend Ekateryna was on a short vacation with her parents in the Black Forest and met a young woman around her age there. Throughout the entire time, they sent each other text messages on their phones, and Annika had no idea about it. In fact, both of them discovered that they were much more similar than expected. A secret affair developed between them, which became increasingly intense over time. Eventually, this led to Annika's breakup and a relationship with her new acquaintance. Annika was left deeply hurt and alone.

The only one who could somehow console her was my master Mario. Her parents simply dismissed it as youthful infatuation that ended after three years of intensive relationship. The heartache of the student wasn't even taken seriously by them. Only Mario showed a lot of understanding for her and tried everything to take her mind off things. Especially at school, it was very hard for Annika. Ekateryna not only attended the same class but sat next to her all day. After their breakup, she moved only a few rows forward, and Annika saw nothing but her back all day.

The friend circle of the two young women also split into two groups, which hurt even more. Ekateryna had her phone in hand all day and gushed about her new love, while Annika watched from the sidelines. While I was sitting with her on the cold tiles of our bathroom, she was lying in bed with her new girlfriend. She had already left Bremen for the school break and was back in the Black Forest. Of course, Annika couldn't think of anything else, and even her dreams tormented her with lost love. After almost two and a half hours, she managed to get back into bed, and I returned to my blanket on the floor.

At early morning, the alarm clock's piercing ring pulled me from my blanket, and I remembered that I had to prepare breakfast for Mario and the wounded teenager next to him. However, I was also looking forward to the free afternoon with my friend Doris in our hideout. Annika disappeared into the bathroom after waking up. Behind her, the door closed, and Mario asked me, "What were you two doing in the bathroom during the night, slave?"

"I had to console Annika, master. She was just crying and couldn't bear her dreams anymore. So we spent more than two hours on the cold tiles, and she cried herself out," I reported truthfully.

Mario nodded briefly with his head before pulling down his underwear and sitting on the sofa. What he expected from me was clear. He hadn't had a chance all night, and as Annika wanted to spend some minutes under the shower, he naturally wanted to relieve the pressure in his balls. Actually, I was trained to do this first thing upon waking up. Today, I had to wait a bit longer before he demanded his morning blowjob. On my hands and knees, I crawled toward my master and took his sleepy penis into my mouth. Before I could even start my work, I first received his very salty morning urine.

I had gotten used to that in the meantime. During the week at my workplace with Butcheress Doro in the sex shop, I got more than enough of it. Moreover, my master and his mother still used me as their personal toilet. Mario had since stopped going to the bathroom. Why would he? When I was home, this naturally fell under my responsibilities. After I had swallowed half a liter of his bladder, and was just about to start pleasing his morning erection with the obligatory blowjob, the bathroom door opened again.

Mario pulled up his underwear while getting up and almost jumped over me from the sofa. It didn't make sense for him to hide his morning erection from his best friend. Although he wore his underwear as a visual shield, his small penis was still clearly visible in the open. If his penis stood up, there wasn't enough space in the fabric prison, and the bulge provided unimpeded views from the side. However, Annika didn't care about it. She had long known what Mario did with me. Nevertheless, my master didn't want to be observed by her.

He disappeared into the bathroom and ordered me to prepare breakfast and take care of Annika. But she just wanted her peace and fell exhausted onto the sofa. I took care of the coffee for myself and the tea for both of them. Neither Mario nor Annika liked the bitter brew in the morning and therefore stayed with tea. However, the coffee smelled different this morning than what I had stored in my memory. Even the tea, which was supposed to smell like apples, somehow smelled burnt. After a quick glance at the stove to make sure nothing there produced the odor, I saw smoke rising from Annika.

She had completely lost herself and lit a cigarette, even though Mario didn't like the smell. My apartment had been declared a strict non-smoking zone by him, and even I was only allowed to smoke my cigarettes in the staircase. At this moment, Annika asked for an ashtray. She had completely forgotten that Mario didn't want smoking in our apartment. At this moment, she realized her mistake and ran to the window. She opened it and held her cigarette outside. The cool air made my nipples harden. Annika smiled at me briefly, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "I totally forgot, Chantelle. Sorry."

Smiling, I replied, "As a slave, I have nothing to report, and Mario won't take it badly from you. Especially not in this situation."

When my master came out of the bathroom, he overlooked the smell generously. He looked at his best friend, who was still standing by the open window with her cigarette, only with a comical look but said nothing about it. He sat down on the sofa and waited for the breakfast I served. Annika flicked the finished cigarette out the window and sat next to him. I brought both of them their tea to the table and sat waiting on the floor. My master looked at me briefly, then at the clock, and gave me permission to get ready for my exit. I left the table and put something on. This was especially necessary for my nipples. Due to the open window and cold air, they had hardened.

Once more, I reported to them at the table. As usual, my master reminded me that I had to be back home on time. Annika opened her eyes wide and asked him where I would go. Mario didn't know about my plans with Doris in our hideout and couldn't answer the question. So she asked me. I smiled and said only, "I'm enjoying my free day with a walk in the fresh air, a coffee in town, or thinking. Just for a few hours completely alone."

"Would you take me along?" came Annika's reply.

"No, sorry, but I don't want that. If I have some hours to myself after six days of continuous work, I want to use them to rest."

Annika had to accept this. As a student, she could take any damned afternoon and weekends to recover. For me, there were only a few hours on Sunday afternoons that I spent with my friend. There we could have an undisturbed afternoon, didn't have to watch out for Butcheress Doro finding out, and also had our fun which was too short during the week. Mario interrupted the question and gave me permission to disappear. Happily, I thanked my master, stood up, grabbed my cigarettes and small bag, and disappeared through the door.

Today I didn't need to take many detours. Actually, I never went directly to the meeting point with Doris, but took various routes in case my master or Sandra followed me. My friend Doris did exactly the same. This was our Sunday, when we didn't want to be disturbed, and special security measures applied. We never bought our provisions at the same kiosk or supermarket. Most of it was done during the week, and we stored our purchases in a box on our shared work route. Since we could be watched all the time and only took one path, we had to store them for our Sundays.

I left the apartment block, and nothing and no one could stop me now. Just to be safe, I turned around some corners and sat down with a cigarette in a café. Until Doris arrived, there was still almost an hour. My afternoon began after breakfast, hers only shortly after noon. For that, the whole day belonged to us alone. We looked forward to it all week long. During work, we never had time to truly exchange thoughts. Exactly this we made up for in our free hours. Apart from other activities we did.

Since sex was usually withheld from us during the week, we made up for it in our free time. This had to last another whole week. For that, we stretched our time as much as possible. Even while drinking coffee, some cigarettes went up. At Mario's house, I hardly ever got a chance to smoke. I just didn't have the time because I was used otherwise. Punctually, I made my way to our meeting point, which was off our usual route so that our masters wouldn't notice we were together.

Doris came smiling toward me and fell into my arms. We greeted each other like very good friends and began laughing as every morning. This was our shared time, and over the years, some inside jokes had developed between us. Especially the one at our workplace who followed her small master without any objection or resistance, even though I could lay him on the mat. We didn't even know her name because she never spoke to us under her gas mask, but we simply called her "Rubber Puppets." Her entire appearance reminded me very much of inflatable toys that were also sold at Doro.

Meanwhile, she had moved up to the next tier, which I also needed to work my way into. For Doris, this didn't apply. She was satisfied with her life and hadn't cared about the mountain of debts to her master for a long time, which she accumulated over time automatically. For me, it was completely different. It belonged to the constant demands from Sandra, which also unfortunately my master had taken over. I had no choice but to avoid it somehow. I had fallen into this spiral through stupidity and hadn't willingly gone in. With my friend Doris, it was the opposite. She had voluntarily become a slave and was happy with that.

Joyfully strolling, we visited our box with supplies and then set off fully packed to our shared hideout. Doris made fun of the deep under-eye circles. She assumed behind them the use of Mario, who in his youthful years could do it much more often than the older ones. That it wasn't Mario but his best friend, who kept me in the bathroom because of her heartbreak, made her laugh.

Joyfully she said, "You should have licked her Chantelle. Then she would have immediately forgotten all her heartache and you at least had some fun. If you're going to waste the night, do it at least in a beautiful way."

"The little one has heartache, Doris. What she needs in this situation is definitely not sex," I said. "She wanted to go with me this morning already."

My friend put an arm around me and whispered, "Bring her along next time! A bit of variety brings fresh wind."

"I don't reach you anymore," I said playfully angrily.

Doris gave me a loving kiss and said, "Yes, I do. But new sluts can't hurt. Someday we won't be exhausted, Chantelle. Not that we have to get our satisfaction at work."

Together we searched for our secret hideout on the edge of the Weser. Outside it had become very fresh. Summer had left and made way for autumn, which immediately blessed us with temperatures barely above freezing. Doris hammered the entrance with the old board while I took care of a heat source in the corner. It was only slightly warmer than outside, but we had stored enough dry wood from the adjacent forest in the past weeks. Until spring, we could light a small fire every Sunday in our shelter.

We didn't have it so hard because we bought enough matches that would now come in handy. With them, it wasn't difficult to start a small fire in the wind's eye that heated up the small room with our mats within minutes. Almost immediately, it became comfortably warm and we could take off our jackets. Doris had even put on a thick sweater but realized immediately that it wasn't needed. Lili and I had often stayed here during our shared drug times, and a small fire was enough even at icy minus degrees by the Weser.

We talked all day long on Sundays, smoked one cigarette after another like chimneys in the city, and drank delicious lemonade. This was our relaxation after an entire week in Butcheress Doro's club. Doris knew that I would soon be moving up to the exclusive club, but we would still spend our free time together here. I told her about the news from the job center and that I would soon start an apprenticeship at Doro. Also about my plan to acquire a young slave for Sandra from the drug scene, she already knew. Then there were the latest updates with my protector.

Doris wasn't particularly excited about this and kept reminding me to be extremely careful before I ended up on the needle again. However, I didn't want to end up there again. After my detoxification and therapy in the clinic, I hadn't even gotten my life back on track when I was already acquired by Sandra as a cheap prostitute for her. In this life, I had just started getting used to it and didn't want to risk it again. Mario treated me more or less well, I had freed myself from the broom of Sandra, and found an older friend at my new workplace. Even some money was now in my pocket.