Chapter Eight
Selection
After the wounds of her tattoos had healed, it seemed to Janice that everyone wanted to come and take a look at them. She felt humiliated and ashamed every time one of them, be it one of the trainers or Tamarov, made her spread her legs to show them off. Invariably, they would finish by pushing her legs back and entering her from the front, their faces grinning at hers. There was something about the feeling of being owned and marked that made Janice feel that she somehow had done something to deserve all the cruelty and abuse she had suffered for who knows how long. If she had felt that she was becoming a w***e and a slut, this was proof positive.
The idea that she had been ‘smoked out’ from her prior restrained, if not totally chaste s****l habits, gave Janice t
