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Taking it's toll

Sorry I haven't been able to update in a while, but things got busy and very bad. By the end of the 3rd week, myself, Happy and Cici all had vaginal itching, discharge and discomfort. we went to the hospital, swabs revealed we all had Gonorrhea and two of us chlamydia as well (blood tests still pending on other things). We started our antibiotics immediately and stupidly told our minders.

They were furious, calling us "dirty skanky, sloppy holed chink whores " among other delightful things.

we said we need time off to heal, they replied "No fucking way, our only worth was in our cunts and they don't get a day off". They said be ready for work tomorrow and left.

The next day a truck came to the villa and we were told to get in, we climbed in the back and joined around 5 other girls who were already in the back. All local girls, none of whom spoke English.

After an hour or so the truck stopped and we were ordered to get out. We were at some sort of truck stop. The driver spoke briefly to one of the girls, who nodded meekly.

She gestured us to follow her, which we did. She took us to a building and showed us the rooms, dirty, dark, smelly,no shower or toilet, with a few blankets thrown on the floor, otherwise unfurnished.

She showed us outside and then wandered off. The girls were going from truck to truck or waiting outside the cafeteria and soliciting the men. The driver of our truck emerged walk over and said "now get to work, and work hard". He then took Happy's hand and led her to that building.

Public whoring solicitation

Spreading for John

Cici rinsing after some Johns finished with her 
(behind building)

By around 1 am most of the Trucks had gone and none were arriving. Our driver shouted something and the girls started towards the truck.

Once back to the villa, without a word we all showered, lite cigarettes and opened beers.

My vagina was burning and sore and so were the others. Each of us had done over 10 men, none had used a condom.

This routine followed for the next few days, my vagina felt like it was on fire, oozing blood and discharge and so painful every time I was fucked or even fingered. By the end of the week I could barely walk due to the pain.

On the 7th day the driver took us into town and dropped us off outside some seedy looking place.

One of the minders was there, he ordered us inside, told us to strip then he and another man inspected us, took photos of us for "the menu" gave us room numbers each and told us each to go to the rooms and lay down.

The menu:

 After a short time a man entered the room, mumbled something, opened my legs and proceeded to carry out a very painful gynecological exam. Mumbling something else he departed.

A few  minutes later the door opened again a man walked in, unzipped his trousers, climbed on me fucked me and left, without saying a word. This continued pretty much all day long, men coming in fucking and leaving, barely a word spoken. 

By evening time I was laying there, legs still spread,unable to move, crying inside myself. By around 3am the last one had finished, his cum still in my ass the minder walked in laughed and threw me my clothes.

I dressed, staggered out using the wall for support, getting finally to the lobby, Happy and M were there, looking as bad as I felt. The minder gave me a bag of pills, then told us to get Cici.

We entered her room, she was laying in a pool of blood, the dead fetus between her legs. We cleaned her up as best we could, but there was little we could do. Dressing her, we carried her out.

The driver was waiting to take us home, the minder said see you tomorrow. 

Once home we filled the bath cleaned up Cici and Happy remained with her in the bath while she cried and cried, her pregnancy had been / was so important to her. 

Happy put her to bed, then joined us, M had cooked so we ate and drank a lot of beers.
Looking in the bag were boxes of antibiotics and painkillers and the meager money we had made.

We talked little as there was nothing to say. What a nightmare !!

The next  days we were taken to the same place (The meat market, we called it). Most of the girls that worked there, lived there too  some were Chinese, but most were from Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia or North east India and Nepal. They split their time between here and the Truck stops, working 7 days a week. Once of no further use here, they were sold off to other places .

The meat Market :

A John doing what Johns do

We arrived usually around 11 am, work began at lunch time, finishing around 4 am.

A factory brothel, with maybe 2/3 of the girls in their rooms Being used, the rest either on the street to entice business or in the bars entertaining.
A fairly low class place, mainly for locals (including police and junior govt officials), sailors, and journeymen,although some tourists do frequent it. A high turn over, with little money for the girls.
The management and the Johns look at and consider the girls as just pieces of meat, cattle, objects and little more and treat us as such. But compared to how a lot of the local Indian girls are treated we have it good.

The places  that cater to the pedophiliac perverts are I hear abominations, that serve young children up to monsters, I cannot even imagine their suffering and torture at the hands of these "men".

We continue our act, survival and the means to escape our only concerns and the better our act, the easier our time.

Sorry for some of the poor quality photos, cheap, bad phones.


Johns love to spread it and inspect it:

Johns love to inspect  it

For us to pose :

Then to fill us with their sperm :

And fill it full of their sperm

Washing after

Johns seem to love taking photos of themselves with whores and its easy to either get them to share them, or to liberate their phones (of course they may return to get their phone back) but that's a different story.

Undressing with John

Bukkake , a favorite for some Johns

John fucking

Using a toy for a John

Beer bottle shoved inside

John doing to Happy what his wife will never let him do

Many Johns, maybe 50% want their cock sucking before the fuck, but none want to lick us before or after. So we are sucking a lot of cocks a day, probably 10 - 15 each.
If anyone thinks making a living on your back is a easy job they really know nothing. Having your vagina and ass fucked all day long is agonizingly painful  especially when theres no lube and you're not healthy.

Some cum being sucked, which is good.
As then theres no fuck , their spent.

We worked at the meat market every day  until the Dr said we were clean. Averaging around 15 men a day each , no condoms, I was surprised we ever got clean, but we apparently did.

A horrible place,if you on room assignment it was one man after the other, no real time to clean up between them, they would just come in shove it ( and/or objects) into us, any hole, shoot their load and leave, some seemed only happy once we were crying out in pain and bleeding (perverts), sick unhappy men most of them.

John using a huge toy for "his" pleasure

Bleeding after abuse from a John

We did not smile inside much those days either, in pain most of the time, dirty and feeling diseased.

In agonizing pain and tears after a John has finished 

A girl throwing up after a John

John fingering before fuck

Once  deemed clean we were to be thrown back into the general whore population. The minder said you have 2 days off, get cleaned up you filthy slanty eyed whores (he always had a way with words, made up for his micro penis I guess).

We went shopping, bought food, went swimming, even made love to each other for the first time in a long time.

I think we almost felt like normal people again....... Almost !!

I fear for the futures of those poor girls stuck in the Meat Factory, there's no one to help them, certainly not the police, the local social service workers or the foreign NGO workers, THEY like it the way it is, just fine.
BTW if you meet a "missionary" in the developing world, perverts and pedophiles one and all.

So getting out of here is our # 1  priority, sorry not a cheerful blog, nothing much to be cheerful about right now, the only thing keeping us going is each other.
The only peace I have right now is once I am laying next to M .
I feel so guilty and blame myself for this, I'm the leader and look what a mess I have got my girlfriends into. I never in my life realised that 1 month could feel like a lifetime.

妓女

2011