Chapter 1
Karen Anderson sat in her kitchen, listening to her two young children run and play as they chased each other around the living room. The elder one, Allen, chased his younger brother, Ewan as he screamed and giggled, very much enjoying the game that his big brother always liked to play with him.
Karen read the letter again, not really wanting to understand what it was, even as she knew that this was the end to a story that had begun for her, almost four years ago.
She put the bank draft down on the table and again read the legal missive that indicated he had died, and that his will had a claimant for her to receive this amount as support payments for Ewan, and also to make sure she could take care of herself as well. She knew the man had been wealthy, even as she had never asked him for anything, and had never even let him know that she had become pregnant.
Somehow, he must have known, because she had begun to receive monthly cheques from him soon after Ewan had been born. They all sat in a drawer, never cashed, even though they now totaled a very tidy sum. Combined with this draft, she could buy the house she lived in, she could move almost anywhere, and she didn't have to work again.
All because of one man who had come into her life when she needed him the most, who had helped her to stand on her feet again, and who had shown her there was more to life than being a fuck slut and whore to a never-ending line of horny men.
Karen went and poured herself another mug of coffee, turned on Spongebob for the kids so they'd settle down before daycare, and read the letter again as if somehow the words would change and maybe something different would come out of the page.
It didn't change.
She sat back and thought back to when she had first met him, when he had changed her life, in such a few short weeks. Such a long time ago, before Ewan had been conceived when Allen was only just three years old.
Karen had been in a free fall. Her husband had left her, taking all of their bank accounts with him, for a younger woman in his office, leaving her with their young son and very little in regard to prospects.
Her mother and father were across the country and didn't approve of her relationship, so they would not help, or at least that was what she had thought at the time. She was alone, a tot to take care of, no man to provide, not that she needed one. Karen was a Hospice Operator, and her job was solid with income. But it was so very hard when Travis just took off with that slut, Ginger.
She had always enjoyed the wild side a bit, so she began to have Allen stay at an overnight daycare on the weekends and began to go out and party. Enjoying casual flings with other men on a regular basis. That paled in comparison when she discovered this out-of-the-way place called The Spot.
It was kinky, it was rough, it was wild. It was everything she had been looking for, and Karen reveled in it. She went and bought herself a fresh wardrobe of vinyl and Lycra slink clothes, ready to show off her high B cup tits, slim waist, and round ass to anybody who was interested. She loved to wear heels, so those worked well at The Spot. She was a goddess, and she knew it. Karen was the belle of the ball, and she got balled a lot.
She tried to be mindful of protection, insisting that her partners used condoms, but she also got a bit careless, especially when she got in her zone, and amassed a group of guys with hard dicks hanging out, ready to suck and fuck her into oblivion.
During one of her many gang bangs, when she had a cock up her pussy, one buried in her mouth, and one in each hand as she enjoyed the action, she met a man who would trigger a change in her life, but not for the better.
He called himself Slick, his real name didn't matter anymore, he was dead now. He had been one of the guys fucking her and getting sucked off by her, but after she had been spent, with cum dripping off of her, and had gone for a shower, he had tenderly helped her to clean up, then offered to drive her home.
She got fucked through her bed that first night, howling as his cock drove her to orgasm after orgasm. One thing this guy knew how to do, was to fuck a girl, he also knew how to control one, especially vulnerable ones, like Karen had become without realizing it.
He was a Hispanic little weasel with a thin dick, but he was lengthy, and he knew how to use it to bring her to a heady O again and again, so she enjoyed the attention from him.
When he suggested that she go to a motel with him and have a party, no problem. Once she had banged her way through six men, and she noticed that he was being handed an envelope, she realized what he'd done, but it still didn't really matter, she was in a blissful buzz from the orgasms and the lengthy sex, so it didn't bother her that much that he'd pimped her out.
It continued, him selling her body to men for a hard fuck, suck, or even up her ass. She wasn't too concerned, because he left her alone during the week, so she could do her normal job, and he never came around to her house, so Allen never met him, or knew anything about the new slightly dark man in her life.
It began to go bad when she didn't want to go to a party with him one night and he slapped and punched her hard enough to leave bruises on her breasts and belly, then dragged her along anyway, and she submitted to three husky men who heaved their way through her and then left, her lying on the bed, not having enjoyed this session, and Slick having handfuls of cash again.
Later that day, he introduced her to Heroin, and she was flying high. The sting of the needle in her arm was a shock, but the liquid fire that ran through her veins and made her head swell up so big that she flew out of her body to examine the universe while Slick fucked her empty shell was something she could never properly describe.
Karen became a classic druggie, looking to Slick for her fix, and willing to do just about anything to get it from him. She took cock up the ass, sucked off countless men in back alleys, car seats, dark and lit hotel rooms, didn't matter, cock fed her, and Slick gave her the liquid fire that made everything else seem little in consequence.
She lost her house, so she and Allen moved into a small apartment deep downtown, not too far from where Slick had his operation. He had found her the place, and he also paid for it. It wasn't much, but she was not into caring by that point. The Heroin ruled her life, and even Allen felt like a burden to her.
What finally broke through her was when Allen was taken away by Social Services. She knew that she wasn't taking that good care of him, but when she was notified that the Social Worker had taken her son, Karen began to try and struggle back from the deep abyss she was falling into. Her son had been her life, and not even the lure of Heroin would retain its hold on her against that draw. But, she had to fight it, somehow, she had to find a way.
Slick knew her haunts, he owned her body and almost owned her mind, but there was still a tiny scrap of dignity left in Karen, and she began to focus on that tiny shard, looking for a way to escape from the whoring and the drug use, looking to find an escape.
One night, she made up her mind that she was not going to turn tricks, and got out of the apartment before Slick would normally show up to drive her to his parties so that she wasn't there. Karen walked the streets, not too sure where to go, feeling the pain of withdrawals beginning, and trying her damnedest to fight the hunger inside.
She found herself outside of a shabby warehouse in the industrial district. The place looked empty, but there were a bunch of cars parked in front of it, and she could faintly hear music and the sound of people talking. A small hand-painted sign over the door simply read 'The Spot'.
In some ways, she had come full circle. This was the place that she had found where she first met Slick. She was known here as a whore, so she probably wasn't welcome. Paid sex was not part of the proper BDSM scene, and a Pro Sub, as she tended to be, was unwelcome as they were just whores. No self-respecting woman would do that, Karen knew this. She also knew she had nowhere else to go, the burning hunger from the heroin withdrawal was consuming her.
She lingered on the curb, then took a few faltering steps towards the door, only to stop and lean up against the wall as she caught her breath. It now felt like she had run a marathon, and she felt sick to her stomach. She also probably looked a mess, Karen was not sure how long it had been since she'd last had a shower, and she knew the clothes she was in were a couple of days old now. She had to do something, she had to break free of Slick's hold on her, and this was the only other place she knew of to go, even though she felt that she wasn't welcome.
She took another step towards the door, one hand sliding along the rough concrete wall, feeling the texture of the solid wall under her hand as she moved, then she tipped forward and remembered nothing else.
