Stolen Innocence....Part 1-7

[BJ Cortland]

This is a long one, so I'll break it up. Some of you may recognize it from another story site, but it's my story so I posted it here instead of in Stories From the Net (hope I'm not breaking any protocols here). Anyway, sit back, grab a beer, and enjoy.

Chapter 1


The three teenage girls stood close together as the subway slowed to a stop. The doors slid open with a hiss and they stepped slowly out onto the platform, looking around uncertainly. A man in faded jeans and a well-worn jean jacket got off the same car and stood watching them discreetly. He glanced over at another man leaning against a post wearing a black leather jacket and nodded almost imperceptibly toward the girls. The man in the leather jacket walked quickly to the stairs and disappeared up them toward the street above.

The man who’d gotten off the subway walked over to a group of benches near the back wall and stood there as if waiting for the next train, but never taking his eyes off the three girls. They were without question strangers to the city. He’d seen them get off a bus from the outlying suburbs and followed them into the subway. Of the three, two of them were pretty, although one was a little chubby, but not grossly overweight. The third, a leggy brunette with long, wavy hair, was absolutely beautiful. She was about five foot seven with long, slender legs and dark skin, suggesting she may have some Latin blood. She wore tight jeans that showed off her perfect ass and her open jacket revealed a small, but nice set of tits under a tight sweater. Like her two companions, she carried a backpack slung over one shoulder and a duffle bag over the other.

The next one was a little shorter, maybe five foot five, with shoulder length curly blonde hair. She had a pretty face, though not the knockout that the brunette was, and she showed off her nice figure with a pair of tight faded jeans that left little to the imagination. Her legs were slender and she wore a pair of white Nikes on her feet. She, too, had a backpack slung over her shoulder but he couldn’t tell what her tits were like as she wore a loose-fitting windbreaker that was zipped almost to her neck.

The third girl was about the same height as the blonde, but looked to be about twenty pounds overweight. She wore jeans that were maybe a little too tight to be flattering on her chubby frame. Her long, dirty blonde hair fell down her back in waves. Her jean jacket was open and she had the biggest rack of the three by far. Her face didn’t have any of the chubbiness of her body and she was actually prettier than the blonde. The requisite duffle bag and backpack were present, of course.

He judged them all to be around fifteen, although it was hard to tell with kids these days. They may be as young as thirteen. Their ages were of no real consequence. They looked old enough, and that was what counted.

He continued to watch them as they moved over to where a large map of the subway was superimposed over a map of the city. They pointed to it and talked amongst themselves for several minutes. The blonde appeared to be the leader. She pointed to a spot on the map. The others said something to her, then nodded, and they all headed for the stairway that led up to the street. He allowed them a small head start, then followed discreetly.



Katie, Debbie, and Carrie all stood in the busy subway station, looking around anxiously at the people rushing about.


“Over here,” Katie said and walked over to a large map on the wall, her blonde curls bouncing. Debbie shrugged and followed her, while Carrie, the tallest of the three, brought up the rear. They stood studying the map for a few minutes, then Katie groaned.

“Aw, shit!” She pointed to a spot on the map. “We took the wrong train!” She pointed to a different spot. “This is where we were supposed to get off, but we’re way over here!” She moved her finger to another point.

Carrie, the pretty brunette, spoke up. “Do you think your brother could come and get us?”

Katie glared at her. “He doesn’t have a car!” Then her face fell and she lowered her voice. “Besides, he . . . doesn’t exactly know I’m here.”

Carrie and Debbie’s mouths dropped open. “What?!” Debbie cried. “I thought you said we’d be able to stay with him until we could get our own place!”

“I know what I said . . . and I’m pretty sure he’ll let us! I just haven’t . . . asked him yet!” Katie replied sheepishly.

“Oh, shit!” Carrie exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “Now what do we do?!”

Katie studied the map again. “Look! There’s a hotel only a few blocks from here that my brother stayed at when he first moved to the city. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s cheap.” She hitched up her backpack. “C’mon . . . we’ll get some sleep and I’ll call Jake in the morning.” They all started up the stairway to the street, completely oblivious to the two men who were keeping a very close eye on them.


Up on the street, the man in the leather jacket was standing by a phone booth on the dark street smoking a cigarette and waiting for them to emerge from the subway. In the alley next to him, a car was parked with the engine running and the lights off.

The girls came out of the subway and turned in the direction of the hotel. There were very few people walking and even fewer cars moving along the street in this slightly run down section of town. It wasn’t one of the more friendly neighborhoods, especially at night. The man let them get a small head start, then dropped his cigarette to the sidewalk, crossed the empty street, and began following the three teenagers. As he passed the steps to the subway, the other man emerged and followed a short distance behind him. Across the street, the car parked in the alley eased onto the street, keeping pace a few yards behind the men.

The girls walked quickly, somewhat aware that it probably wasn’t safe for them to be on the street at this hour. The car sped up and drove past them, then came to a stop at the curb a half a block down the street. They continued walking in the direction of the car, their thoughts only on reaching the relative safety of the seedy hotel. As they neared the car, its darkened windows revealing nothing of its occupants, the men behind them increased their pace to a trot and quickly closed the distance between them.


Carrie heard the running footsteps and turned to see the two men bearing down on them. They had come up on the car and before she could warn the others about the men, the passenger door swung open in front of them. A tall woman got out and stepped in their path, grinning maliciously at them. They tried to go around her, but she moved again to block them, the evil smile still on her face.

“Now, what have we here?” she asked as the two men came up behind them and stopped. Realizing the woman wasn’t going to let them pass, they turned around to go back the way they came. The two men stood there, arms folded, and the same unfriendly look on their faces.

The woman spoke again. “Don’t you know how dangerous it is for three pretty young girls to be out at this time of night?”

Katie found her voice. “P . . .please! We don’t have any money or valuables! Just let us go, ok?”

The woman’s grin widened as she examined her fingernails. “Well, now, that’s not exactly true.” She looked up at the three terrified teens. “No money? Probably not. You wouldn’t have taken the bus and subway if you had money.” They stared at her, mouths open in surprise.

“H . . .how did you . . . ?” Debbie stammered, but the woman cut her off.

“But you do have something valuable!” She opened the back door of the car as the two men grabbed them. As they wrestled the frightened girls into the back seat, the woman grinned again. “Very valuable!”

She closed the door. The man in the jean jacket got into the back with the girls while the other man sat in the front passenger seat. The woman sat behind the wheel, put the car in gear, and they roared off down the road.


The three girls sat huddled together in the back of the car while the man in the jean jacket sat next to them. The look in his eyes and the way he openly ogled their bodies made them even more terrified. When they stopped at a red light, Carrie, who was closest to the door, reached down and pulled the handle. Nothing happened. The woman glanced back at her in the mirror.

“That won’t work, honey,” she said flatly, and drove off as the light changed. Carrie sat back in the seat, watching the unfamiliar streets fly by in the darkness. They turned constantly and the girls quickly lost any sense of direction. After about twenty minutes, the car pulled up to a set of double doors at what appeared to be an old warehouse. The man sitting up front got out, unlocked a chain, and swung the doors open. They pulled inside the large, dimly lit space and the man pulled the doors closed behind them then walked over to the car. The woman got out as he got there and he pulled open Carrie’s door.

“C’mon! Out with ya!” he yelled gruffly. The girls were tugged and pushed out of the car by him and the other man.


“What do you want with us?” Katie cried. Carrie and Debbie stood clinging to each other, sobbing. The woman ignored her question and started up a long staircase that led to a door. The men shoved the girls after her and they all made their way to the top of the stairs. The woman unlocked the door and led them down several long hallways to an elevator. She retrieved a key hanging on a chain around her neck, inserted it into a keyhole next to the elevator doors, then punched four numbers on a keypad next to the key slot. With a clunk, the doors slid open and they were forced inside. The woman pushed a button and the elevator began its descent.

Katie glared at the woman, acting a lot braver than she felt. “Where are you taking us!?” she cried, tears of fear and anger in her eyes. The woman only smiled calmly, fixing her with an icy stare.

“All of your questions will soon be answered,” was all she said. Katie, in a fit of helpless rage, raised a fist to hit her, but one of the men grabbed her arm, spun her around, and slapped her hard across the face. Debbie and Carrie stared in horror as Katie collapsed to the floor at their feet. They started crying more, which their captors simply ignored.

The doors slid open. Debbie and Carrie were roughly pushed through them by the woman into a carpeted hallway with several closed and numbered doors along it. Katie was picked up by the two men and half carried, half dragged out behind them. The woman led them wordlessly down the hallway and finally stopped at one of the doors. She unlocked it, swung it open, and motioned for the men to put Katie inside. They pushed her in, first removing her backpack. Katie stumbled to her feet and turned to run back out.

“No!” she cried, but the door was pulled shut quickly, silencing her scream of protest.

The woman addressed Carrie and Debbie. “As you can see, these rooms are soundproof. And you’re four stories underground. Yelling and screaming won’t help.” She opened two more doors and in turn, Carrie and Debbie were relieved of their possessions and locked in.


Katie hammered on the door. “Let me out!” she screamed. After a few minutes she realized that wasn’t going to happen and looked around her prison cell.

It looked like a hotel room. There was a large bed, a dresser, a TV, but no telephone. A door next to the bed led into a bathroom, with a tub and shower. There was a large mirror on the wall next to the TV and two cameras mounted in the corners of the room next to the high ceiling. A piece of paper lay on the table under the mirror. She picked it up and read the note:

‘The room is soundproof. You will be provided with regular meals and clean
clothing unless you are uncooperative. The TV is the only one you’ll get. If
you choose to destroy it, or anything else, you won’t get another and you will
be punished. Punishment will be severe. Do not think of escape. There is none.
You belong to us. Do as you’re told, and you won’t be harmed.’

Katie reread the note. One line, ‘You belong to us’ sent a cold chill down her spine. She dropped the note and collapsed on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.


The other girls were placed in similar rooms with identical notes. Carrie sat on the edge of the bed looking at her reflection in the mirror.

“What do they want from us?” she asked herself out loud. None of their parents were rich, so ransom wasn’t the answer. She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. A porn movie came on, showing a pretty, naked blonde girl sucking a man’s cock. Carrie stared at the screen, simultaneously shocked and curious. Suddenly a thought came to her. No! They couldn’t want them for . . . that! She was only fourteen! But the more she thought about, the more it made sense.

‘Oh, god!’ she thought, burying her face in her hands. On the TV, the man’s cum was running down the girl’s face as she smiled and licked his cock.


Debbie examined her room and read the note as she sat on the bed. She stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, then got up and walked over to it. Remembering a trick someone once told her, she held her thumbnail up to the glass. There was no space between the edge of her nail and its reflection, which meant it was a two-way mirror. She stuck out her tongue and raised her middle finger to it, then went back over and lay down on the bed.

On the other side of the glass, the woman chuckled. Her and the two men were in a room onto which several of the ‘mirrors’ backed, including the three that held their latest acquisitions. The men were seated at a row of monitors that showed the camera views of all the rooms.

“We have a smart one here,” the man in the leather jacket said with a chuckle. The woman stood behind them and nodded in agreement.

“She’s got the right look, but needs to lose about twenty pounds. Keep her on a strict diet and I’ll speak to Andrew about an exercise program.”

The man nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

She moved over to Carrie’s room. She was watching TV. The woman smiled to herself. All the TVs in the girls’ rooms showed nothing but porn, twenty-four hours a day. “This one seems promising. Beautiful and slightly perverted,” she mused. Speaking to the man in the leather jacket, but continuing to watch Carrie, she said, “Bring her to the suite tomorrow. We’ll see what she’s made of.” The man nodded and smiled. Going to the suite with a new girl was always fun, but this one was a knockout!

They moved to Katie’s room. She was still lying on the bed and appeared to be asleep. “This one will need a little . . . special conditioning. We need to rid her of that attitude.”

The man in the jean jacket spoke up. “Shall I pay her a visit?”

The woman nodded, still watching Katie. “Yes. I think she would benefit from your talents, Dave.” Dave grinned and ran his hand through his thick dark hair.

“What time?”

She placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let her sleep for a few hours first.” As she turned and left the room, the two men grinned at each other.

“Wanna flip to see who breaks in the fat chick?” They both laughed and followed the woman out of the room.


Chapter 3


Carrie opened her eyes. At first, she was confused. Nothing was familiar. Where was she? Then she realized she’d slept in her clothes and the previous nights horror came back to her. ‘Oh, shit!’ she thought, her hands covering her eyes. ‘I was hoping it was just a bad dream!’ She sat up and looked around. There were no windows and no clock. It could have been morning or night; she had no idea. The TV was still on and another porn movie flashed across the screen. She got up, turned the TV off, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was about to go into the bathroom when her door swung open. An elderly Chinese woman entered pushing a serving cart. She took a tray of food from the cart and set it on the table with a nod and a brief smile to Carrie. Then she placed some clothing on the bed, bowed politely, and left with her cart. There was a folded note on the food tray. She went over and picked it up.

‘Eat breakfast, take a shower, and put on these clothes. You have one hour.
If you’re not ready in time, you will be punished.’

She put the note down, went over to the bed, and examined the clothes. They consisted of a very short mini skirt and a tight, cutoff t-shirt. There was also a pair of red thong panties, but no bra. She sighed and dropped them to the bed.

She looked at her breakfast; scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange juice. Not wanting to risk ‘punishment’, she sat down and ate. It was actually quite good. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was. When she was finished, she undressed and went into the bathroom and took a shower. There was a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and some basic cosmetics on the counter. She finished and came back out into the main room. As she picked up the new clothes, she noticed her own clothes were gone. She knew she’s left them on the bed, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Not wanting to be late for whatever they had planned for her, she put on the tiny thong panties and skimpy mini skirt, then squeezed the tiny t-shirt over her perky baseball-sized breasts. It was barely long enough to cover her nipples and the skirt just hid the panties. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought, ‘Christ, I look like a hooker!’

Just then, the door swung open and one of the men from the previous night came in. He eyed her approvingly and gestured toward the open door. “Come with me, baby.”

Tugging her skirt down as low as she could, Carrie stepped into the hallway. He took her by the elbow and led her down the hall.

After a few minutes, they stopped at a door. He opened it and gestured for her to enter. She slowly stepped inside, still very self-conscious in the revealing clothes, and her followed her in, closing and locking the door behind them.

The room was large with two sofas in the main room and what she could see was a bedroom off to one side. The woman who kidnaped them was sitting on one of the sofas. She got up as they entered and walked over to Carrie, her eyes moving over her firm young body. Carrie suddenly felt naked under her gaze. The woman was dressed in a knee-length gray skirt with a white blouse and matching gray blazer.

She raised an eyebrow after checking Carrie out. “Well now, don’t you look sexy!” Carrie bowed her head, embarrassed.

“Now, now . . . chin up!” she said. She placed her finger under Carrie’s chin and raised her face up to meet her eyes. The woman’s eyes were pale gray and seemed as hard and cold as steel. Her dark brown hair was pulled back and fell in a long braid down her back. She looked to be in her mid-thirties with a lithe figure and a pretty, but unsmiling face.

She gestured to the man who’d escorted her to the room. “This is Steve. We’re going to teach you a few things today.” Carrie’s eyes flicked briefly toward the bedroom and her stomach churned. Steve grinned at her as his eyes moved over her slender young body. The woman continued. “My name is Donna. And you are . . .?”

“C . . . Carrie,” the frightened girl mumbled.

“Carrie,” Donna said matter-of-factly, then turned to Steve. “Steve, meet Carrie.” Steve’s leering grin widened and he tipped an imaginary hat in her direction. Donna took her hand and led her to the sofas. Carrie sat on one, keeping her knees tight together, and Donna sat on the other, facing her. Steve took a seat next to Donna.

Donna smiled coldly. “Is everything ok in your room? Do you need anything?” Carrie shook her head, her arms folded across her breasts. The room was cool and her nipples were hard, something she didn’t want them to see. Donna winked at Steve and said, “Find something interesting on TV?” Steve snickered and Carrie felt her face getting hot. Donna reached over and placed a hand on her bare knee. “It’s ok, honey. But you do seem a little young to be watching that!”

Carrie looked up at her. Too young?! Look at what they gave her to wear! “I . . . I’m almost fifteen,” she said quietly.

Donna’s face lit up in a big grin. “Fifteen?! Really? You look older than that! At least . . . what . . . eighteen! Don’t you think, Steve?”

Steve ogled her like a starving man looks at a steak dinner and nodded. “At least eighteen.”

Donna clapped her hands together. “Oh, yes! At least eighteen!” she exclaimed. “Tell me, Carrie, have you ever had a boyfriend?” Carrie shook her head. “Ever been on a date? Ever kissed a boy?” Again, she just shook her head.

“Hear that, Steve? Almost fifteen and never been kissed!” Steve made a kissing motion in her direction. Carrie turned away. “Unless, you prefer girls? Is that why such a pretty thing like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?”

Carrie looked at Donna, her face shocked. “No! Of course not! I’m just . . . shy around boys, is all.” Donna grinned.

“Well, my dear, we’re going to cure you of that!” Donna paused for a moment, then said, “You’re probably wondering why we brought you here. Well, I make movies and I need some new actresses for my latest film.” She smiled at the frightened teen. “Haven’t you always wanted to be a movie star?” Carrie didn’t respond.

“Now, Carrie . . . it’s rude not to answer me.” Her eyes darkened.

“I . . . I guess so,” she murmured.

“Good!” Donna said, standing. “We’re going to do a little screen test. Just to see how the camera likes you.” She stepped closer and brushed her fingers along Carrie’s cheek, her eyes dropping to her tits, then locking on her eyes. “Steve, could you go over to the main set and get into costume? We’ll be along in a minute.”

Steve winked at Carrie, got up, and walked into the bedroom. Donna walked over to a closet and retrieved a video camera and tripod. She started toward the bed, beckoning to Carrie.

“Come with me, honey.” Carrie followed her across the room, her heart in her throat. All the movies she’d seen last night were filmed in bedrooms a lot like this one and she was afraid that she knew exactly what they were going to ‘teach’ her.

Her fears were confirmed when she entered the bedroom and saw Steve standing there wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. She shuddered and felt her knees weaken as she paused just inside the door.

“C’mon! Keep moving!” Donna said, slapping her lightly on the ass. Carrie stepped hesitantly into the room. Donna set up the tripod and camera at the end of the bed and motioned for Carrie to sit and face it. Carrie sat down, her body shivering with fright. Donna focused the camera on her and stood up behind it.

“All right, Carrie. First, I’m just going to ask you a few questions. Answer them all honestly, and we’ll go from there, ok?” Donna fixed her with a cold stare. “Understand?” Carrie nodded. Donna turned on a bright light and held a light monitor in front of her. She adjusted what looked like an umbrella by the light, then checked the meter again. Seeming satisfied, she put the meter down and turned on the camera.

“Ok,” she said. “What’s your first name?”

Carrie blinked in the glare of the light and said, “Carrie.”

“And how old are you, Carrie?” Donna asked in a pleasant voice.

“Fourteen.”

“Have you ever had sex before?”

Carrie swallowed hard. “N . . . no.”

“Have you ever kissed a boy? Or a girl?”

“No.”

“Did that dirty movie you watched last night make you horny?” Carrie looked up at her. Donna was nodding.

“Y . . .yes,” she said quietly.

“I see. And would you like to kiss Steve?” Again, she was nodding. Carrie swallowed another lump and replied almost in a whisper. “Yes.”

“And . . . cut!” Donna said, switching off the camera. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Carrie shook her head, staring down at her bare feet. Donna picked up the camera and tripod and moved them over to one side of the bed. She moved the lights over there as well.

“Now, darling, just relax for a few minutes while we set up the next shot.” She left the bedroom, leaving Carrie alone with Steve. She looked over at him but he was reading a Penthouse magazine and not paying any attention to her. A few minutes later, Donna returned with another woman carrying more lights and a man with another camera. She watched in mounting terror as they set up the cameras and lights, focusing them on the bed.

‘Oh, god!’ she thought. ‘They’re really going to do it! They’re going to make me have sex with him and film it!’ Until this point, it hadn’t seemed real, but the people setting up the lights and cameras were acting very professional and it suddenly hit her. This was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do to stop it! She felt tears flooding her eyes. No, she scolded herself. She would get through this without giving them the satisfaction of seeing her cry!

They finished setting up and the other woman whispered something to Donna. Donna whispered back to her, both of them looking over at Carrie. The woman shrugged and stood next to one of the chairs by the bed. With a smile to Carrie, she began unfastening her jeans. She slowly pulled them off and tossed them onto one of the chairs. Carrie couldn’t help but notice that she was very beautiful, with dark, wavy hair, pretty brown eyes, and a perfect figure.

As she watched the woman disrobe, it suddenly occurred to her that maybe she wasn’t going to be in the movie. Maybe they just wanted her to watch how one was made today. It wasn’t much hope; she knew it would only be a matter of time before she’d be put in front of the camera, but maybe it wouldn’t be today! The dark haired woman removed her blouse, dropped into a chair, and began flipping through a magazine wearing only her bra and panties.

Donna beckoned to Carrie. “Carrie, come here, please!” Carrie took a deep breath and went over to her.

“Ok, honey. Showtime,” she said. Carrie’s eyes flashed to the nearly naked woman in the chair. Donna laughed. “Don’t worry! Linda will join you when it’s time!” Carrie’s heart sank. Donna beckoned Steve over and Carrie could see a huge bulge in the front of his shorts. He was grinning at her and she could feel the animal lust in his eyes. Donna stepped back behind the cameras and yelled, “Action!”

Steve moved closer and pulled her body tight to his. She could feel his hard cock pushing against her and smell the musky scent of his sex.

“Kiss him!” Donna called out. Carrie looked up at Steve’s leering face only inches from hers. She closed her eyes and felt his lips touch hers, then his tongue as he prodded her to open her mouth. He did it gently at first, then with more force. Carrie eventually gave in and parted her lips. Steve pushed his tongue deep into her throat, caressing and teasing her own tongue. At the same time, she felt his hands move down her back to her tight ass and squeeze each cheek, pulling her body even tighter to his.

“Very nice,” Donna said. “Now, take off her shirt, Steve. Let’s see those nice little titties!” Steve broke off the kiss and pulled her tiny shirt over her head before she realized what was happening. He dropped it to the floor and she instinctively covered her tits with her hands, backing away from him.

“Cut!” Donna yelled. She walked over to the frightened young girl. “Honey,” she said calmly. “I realize that this is your first time, but the idea is for us to see your assets.” She removed Carrie’s hands from her firm, round tits. Donna let out a low whistle as she stared at them. Carrie blushed and Donna let go of her hands. “Now, keep your hands away from them, ok?” Carrie nodded and Steve stepped up to her again.

“And . . . action!” Donna called. Steve reached over and cupped her perky tits. He did it gently and she let out a small cry of pleasure when he started to caress her hard nipples. She closed her eyes and tried to enjoy his touch, trying to forget she was being forced to do it. She felt his hands leave her tits and slide down her sides to her waist. He unbuttoned her short skirt and began working it down over her curvy hips. It finally dropped to the floor around her ankles and he kissed her again, holding her tight to him.

“Good. Very nice,” Donna said. “Now, Carrie. Drop to your knees and pull Steve’s shorts off.” Carrie looked up at Steve, then over to Donna.

“Cut!” Donna cried angrily. “Don’t look at me! Look at the camera, if you must, but never at me or anyone else behind the scenes!” Her voice softened. “Now, when I say ‘action’, drop to your knees, remove his shorts, and suck his cock!”

Carrie’s eyes widened in fear and she looked at Donna. “Wh . . . what?!” she gasped, horrified.

Donna sighed. “Take his cock, put it into your mouth, and suck! It’s not complicated!”

Carrie glanced down at the growing bulge in Steve’s shorts, then back to Donna. “B . . . but . . . I . . . I’ve never . . .,” she stammered. “I’ve . . . never even . . . seen . . . a . . . a . . .”

Donna rolled her eyes impatiently. “Look, honey. You must have watched at least a dozen blow jobs on TV last night. Just do what they did!” Carrie thought back to the movies; the huge cocks in the girls’ mouths and the thick white cum running down their faces and chins before dripping to their bodies. She shuddered at the thought.

As if reading her mind, Donna said, “I don’t want you to make him cum, just . . .” She smiled. “. . . warm him up a little!” Carrie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew she didn’t have a choice but she could do this. It couldn’t be that bad!

“Ready?” Donna asked. Carrie took another breath and nodded. “Action!”

She slowly dropped to her knees and reached up for the waistband of his shorts. She pulled them down, watching his stiff cock appear. The smell was stronger now and it somehow seemed to entice her to keep going. As she pulled them lower, the elastic waistband slid over the end and it sprang straight out, almost hitting her in the face! After a brief pause, she pulled them to his ankles and he stepped out of them.

She looked up at the long thick penis in front of her face. The tip was thicker than the shaft and almost purple in color. The rest of it was rough, with a thick blue vein running down the length of it. A small drop of clear fluid oozed from the hole in the tip.

“Go on, dear,” Donna urged. “Just lick it to start if you want, but believe me . . .” Her eyes stared icily at her. “You will be sucking and fucking that thing before we’re done today, so putting it off won’t help!”

Carrie shuddered at her harsh words, but she knew it was true. She had no choice but to do as she was told. She swallowed hard and turned her eyes back to the eight or nine inch long piece of meat hanging before her face. She stuck out her tongue and tentatively licked along the shaft.

“That’s it!” Donna said. “Keep going!” She licked the entire length of it three times before Donna said impatiently, “Ok, that’s enough! Swallow that monster!”

Carrie drew back and looked at the huge purple head. She reached up and wrapped her tiny hand around the hard shaft. It was so thick her fingertips barely touched her thumb. She moved her face closer, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth wide. She felt the soft tip slide past her lips and onto her tongue. She could taste his salty precum as she continued to push her lips further down the shaft. She felt the tip hit the back of her throat and pulled it out so that just the head remained in her mouth. Steve moaned as she began to slowly work it in and out of her hot little mouth.

“Oh, yeah!” he sighed as he began rocking his hips to her motions. “Suck me! Yeah! Suck my cock!”

After a few minutes of this, Donna said, “Ok, that’s enough. We don’t want you blowing your load too soon, Steve!”

Carrie gratefully let the thick shaft slip from her mouth. It wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be. Steve helped her to her feet and kissed her again.

“Nice touch, Steve,” Donna said. She looked at Carrie and gestured toward the bed. “Now it’s your turn. On your back, sweetie.” Carrie felt her heart rise to her throat. She couldn’t imagine how that long, thick cock would ever fit inside her! Reluctantly, she lay back on the bed, wearing only the very skimpy thong, and prepared for the worst.

Steve leaned over her and started kissing her neck, then moved down to her firm tits and spent some time sucking on each nipple. Carrie surprised herself by wishing he’d keep it up. It actually felt wonderful! She rolled her head from side to side, enjoying his touch. She was disappointed when he stopped kissing and sucking her tits and moved down across her flat stomach to her milky thighs. He grabbed the tiny thong and quickly pulled it off, then spread her legs wide and kissed along her inner thighs. Carrie was caught up in conflicting emotions. Here she was, completely naked with a man licking her between her spread legs. Everything she’d ever been taught told her it was wrong, but it felt so good! Her pussy was getting wetter and she could feel cool air moving across her spread lips. He started kissing her mons, the light peach fuzz hair barely visible on her pubescent little twat. Lowering his tongue to the bottom of her tiny, virgin slit, he licked the full length of it, pausing to nibble on her clit before starting over again.

Carrie cried out in surprised pleasure when his tongue slid along her untouched pussy. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before! She felt her pussy getting wetter and a tingling sensation started to grow deep inside her as Steve’s tongue licked and teased her swollen labia and erect little love button. She heard herself moaning in pleasure and her hands went to his head to hold it in place.

He kept this up for several minutes and she moaned as he unleashed strange, new feelings inside her young body. Suddenly, she felt her body stiffen as all her muscles contracted with her very first orgasm! She cried out as the wave exploded within her, a kind of unbelievable pleasure like she’d never imagined! She squirmed and twisted on the bed as Steve continued eating her sweet young pussy, sending her innocent young body through climax after climax until she lay quivering on the bed, too exhausted to do more than twitch and gasp with each successive orgasm.

Donna spoke up. “Are you trying to kill her with pleasure, Steve? Look at her! She’s practically unconscious!” Carrie couldn’t hear her words. She was lost in a world of exploding fireworks and blissful contentment. Even after he stopped, she could still feel her body buzzing and her mind was hazy, like she was only partially conscious. She was aware of someone picking her up and carrying her out to one of the sofas, then she must have fallen asleep.

She awoke to find herself still naked, but with a blanket over her. Donna was talking to one of her crew, but turned to Carrie when she saw her eyes were open.

“Well, welcome back!” she said. “I guess Steve kinda overdid it! You were out of it!” She sat up. Her body was tired. No, beyond tired. She was exhausted. But she felt relaxed, satisfied. Donna sat down next to her.

“I think you’ve had enough for one day. We’ll pick up again in a day or two.” She stood up. “Get dressed. Linda will take you back to your room.” She nodded toward the pretty brunette who had undressed earlier. She was now dressed again and came over to them carrying Carrie’s skirt and t-shirt. She handed the clothes to Carrie with a smile.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find your panties,” she said apologetically.

“It’s ok,” Carrie replied. She was happy to have something to wear, and it’s not like the panties covered much anyway. She dressed quickly and followed Linda out into the hall. She’d gotten a reprieve, but she had the feeling it would be a short one.

[BJ Cortland]

Chapter 4


Katie awoke to the sound of her door opening. She sat up as a small Chinese woman entered, left a tray of food, bowed quickly, then scurried out, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the tray. There was a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice on it. There was also a brief note. As she chewed on a strip of bacon, she read the note.

‘You will receive three meals and a change of clothes daily providing you cooperate.
If you chose not to eat, you will forfeit your next meal. If you throw your food or
otherwise damage the room, no food for twenty-four hours. If you continue to be
uncooperative, more drastic methods will be taken.’

She dropped the note and finished the strip of bacon. It was good, and she was hungry. She sat down and cleaned the plate, then gulped down the orange juice. She felt a little better. Looking down at her wrinkled clothes, she realized that she would welcome some clean ones. Maybe a shower would help. As she stood up to go into the bathroom, her door opened again and the woman who’d kidnaped them walked in, dressed in a white blouse and black slacks. Her long hair was tied back into a pony tail. They stared at each other for a few seconds until her cold eyes forced Katie to look away.

The woman eyed the empty plate. “I see that you ate all your breakfast. Good. You’ll want to keep your strength up.”

Katie didn’t reply. She watched her circle the room, looking here and there. Finally, Katie couldn’t stand her silence any longer.

“What do you want with us?!” she cried as the woman examined the TV, her back to Katie. She slowly turned to her, her gray eyes cold as steel and an unfriendly smile on her lips. Her gaze was hard and unnerving.

“Young lady, I will ask the questions. You will do as you’re told and only speak when spoken to.” Her voice was low and calm, but in an icy tone that grated on Katie’s nerves.

“Fuck you!” Katie screamed. She picked up the remote control and threw it at her. She missed by a good foot. The remote hit the wall and the batteries went flying. The woman didn’t flinch a muscle. She glared at Katie, her gray eyes boring into her, then she looked down at the smashed remote.

“That, my dear,” she said in a quiet, even tone as her eyes once more locked on Katie’s. “Will cost you.”

As if on cue, the door burst open and three men entered the room. Two of them went directly to her before she could react and grabbed her arms. The third man closed the door and stood next to the woman. Katie struggled against her captors, but they were too strong for the young girl and she eventually gave up, red-faced and panting. They turned her to face the woman, and she walked over to the TV and turned it on. A porno came on, showing two women sucking off two men. She turned to Katie.

“My name is Donna. And to answer your question, I make movies.” She smiled coldly. “And you’re one of my new actresses!” Katie looked at the TV, then back to Donna when she realized what she was saying. A look of complete terror crossed her face. Donna nodded to the two men holding her and they tightened their grip. Donna walked up until her face was just inches from Katie’s. “And your training starts right now!”

She reached out and unfastened Katie’s jeans as the two men held her struggling body. They threw her onto the bed and held her down while Donna pulled her jeans off. “Nooo!” she cried, kicking her feet. But the men held her fast and Donna dropped her jeans to the floor.

“Her shirt,” Donna said. The men literally tore the shirt from her back, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Katie stopped struggling, tears running down her cheeks.

“Wh . . . why are you doing this?!” she cried between sobs.

Donna shrugged. “You were three young, pretty girls all alone, so I took you.” She reached down, grabbed her panties, and pulled them off as the men held her legs. They lessened their grip on her and placed her in a sitting position between them.

“Now, kindly remove your bra,” Donna said. Katie stared at her as the men released her arms so she could comply with Donna’s request, but were ready to grab her again if she tried to get up. Her hands went to her pussy, trying to cover it. Donna shook her head. “Tsk, tsk. Dave, would you please remove her bra?” The man on her left deftly unclasped and pulled her bra free before she knew what was happening. She now sat completely naked, and utterly humiliated, in a room with four strangers.

“Nice,” Donna murmured, eyeing her large tits. The man standing next to her nodded in agreement. She pulled the terrified teenager to her feet and dragged her stumbling over to the TV, where a pretty, naked brunette was going down on some guy.

“This is your lesson for today. See how she sucks as she’s pulling it back out? And how she flicks her tongue across the tip?” Katie stared in horror at the screen as the big cock erupted, shooting white cum all over the girls’ face. Then she put it back into her mouth and sucked it, before wiping a gob of cum from her chin with her finger, then sucking it clean. Donna looked at her.

“See? Simple!” She turned Katie around. The three men were standing side by side, grinning at her. “Ok, start with Steve . . .” She indicated the man who watched as the other two held her. “You’re going to suck each of them until they cum, but I don’t want you to waste any like that girl in the movie. I want you to swallow every drop!” Katie’s mouth dropped open. She turned slowly to Donna, then back at the men.

“N . . . no! I can’t! It’s . . .it’s . . .,” she stammered, horrified at just the thought of what Donna said.

Donna interrupted her stammer. “Either you do it, now. Or I let them all have a go at you. And I don’t care which hole they stick their dicks in!” Katie just stared at the three men. Donna nudged her forward. “C’mon! I don’t have all day!”

Katie didn’t move. She couldn’t. What Donna was telling her to do was . . . disgusting! She’d be sick! Donna impatiently pushed her forward, toward Steve. He grinned down at her and unfastened his jeans. Katie watched, unable to look away, as her reached into them and pulled out his long, thick cock, already oozing precum. Katie just stared at the huge organ. It must have been at least eight or nine inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist! Donna put her hands on Katie’s shoulders and pushed her to her knees.

“On your knees, slut!” she yelled. Katie stumbled to her knees in front of Steve. His huge penis bobbed in front of her pretty face and its’ musky odor filled her nostrils.

“Take it in your hand, put it into your mouth, and suck it!” Donna yelled, her voice becoming angry. Steve reached down and waggled it against her lips.

“C’mon, baby! Suck my big cock!” he said, grinning. Katie swallowed hard and watched her hand reach up and encircle Steve’s cock.

“Good, now stroke it a few times,” Donna coached. Katie moved her fist up and down the thick shaft, never taking her eyes off the huge purple head with the growing drop of fluid seeping from its’ hole. “All right, now open wide!” Donna said. She placed her hand on the back of Katie’s head. Katie hesitated and Donna pushed her head forward until her lips were pressed against the soft head.

“I said, open wide!” Donna hissed. She grabbed her hair and gave it a sharp pull. When Katie opened her mouth to cry out, Steve pushed his cock part way in. “Wider!” Katie could taste the musky precum on her lips and tongue. Defeated, and with tears in her eyes, she opened her mouth wider until the entire head slipped in. Then Donna pushed her head forward until the tip hit the back of her throat and she started to gag. It stretched her mouth so wide, her lips were pulled thin. “Swallow it!” Donna commanded. “Deep throat him, you little cock-sucking whore!” Katie continued gagging and choking as Steve and Donna forced his big cock into her throat, cutting off her air.

“How’s that feel, you insubordinate little bitch!” Donna hissed into her ear. “Are you going to do as you’re told from now on?” Katie managed a slight nod as she gagged and struggled for air.

“Good! Now, finish Steve off. You’ve still got two more customers. And I don’t want you to spill a drop!” She looked up at Steve, who pulled his cock from her throat, then out of her mouth. Katie coughed and gasped for breath.

“Are you ok?” Donna asked, but there was no concern in her voice. Katie nodded, still coughing. “All right. Back to work, whore.” Steve pushed his cock back into her face and Katie obediently opened her mouth and sucked it in. “Good girl! Now suck! Bob your head like the girl in the movie. That’s it!” Katie moved the thick shaft in and out of her mouth, trying hard not to throw up. She shuddered to think what they’d do to her if that happened! The soft head felt smooth as velvet as it slid across her tongue. As she became more accustomed to the thick penis in her mouth, she started to use her tongue more and sucked harder. Before long, Steve’s moans were getting louder and more urgent. His breathing became rapid and shallow.

“Oh, yeah!” he groaned.

Donna knelt beside Katie. “He’s almost there! Get ready! As soon as he cums, swallow fast because another shot will soon follow!” Katie heard her and blinked.

“Mmmmhmmm,” she murmured.

“Oh, shit! OH, shit! Ohhhhh . . .!” Steve groaned as his cock swelled and the first shot erupted into Katie’s mouth. She was shocked by the sudden surge and her mouth was quickly filled with his warm, salty semen.

“Swallow! Quick!” Donna cried. Katie resisted her impulse to gag and managed to get almost half of it down before the next shot came. Some leaked out around her lips and ran down her chin. “Keep swallowing!” Donna yelled, holding her head in place. Katie cringed and managed to swallow another load. The rest of the shots were smaller and she managed to actually get most of the vile, salty goo down. Some more did spill down her chin, but Donna seemed pleased with her performance. She released her grip on Katie’s head and allowed her to pull the drooling cock from her spermy lips. Donna pointed to the cum still oozing from the hole.

“Get that, too. And lick it clean.” Katie sucked the remaining jism from the hole and licked the head clean.

“Very good. Dave, you’re next!” The next man stepped up and unzipped his pants. Katie looked up at another hard cock and again fought back the urge to cry. She opened her mouth wide and he pushed it in.


Twenty minutes later, Katie had finished all three men and sat forlornly on the floor, feeling used, dirty, and utterly humiliated. There was dried and drying cum on her face, tits, and in her hair. The men had just left and Donna stood looking at the hapless teenager.

“Now you know how to give head, you little cocksucker. The next time I tell you to get on your knees, you’ll know just what to do and there won’t be any trouble, right?” Katie nodded, but didn’t move her eyes from the spot on the wall she was staring at. “Good! We made a good start today. Your training will continue tomorrow.” She smiled. “You’re going to learn how to please a woman!” With that, she turned and was gone.

Katie remained motionless on the floor for a few minutes, reliving the horror she’d just been through. Suddenly, her stomach lurched and she ran to the bathroom and puked up her breakfast along with what seemed like a gallon of cum. She pulled herself up to the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The cum was already starting to flake, making her face look like she had some kind of skin disease.

She turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water flow over her body and wash the white goo from her skin. She got out a half hour later, still feeling dirty and used. She toweled herself off and went into the bedroom. There was another tray with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup along with some clean clothes. She picked up the mini skirt and small t-shirt and looked for a bra and panties. There were none. Her underwear was gone, along with her jeans and shredded t-shirt. She sighed and put on the slutty clothes. They barely covered her and she still felt naked. Sitting down to eat the soup, she started to think of a way of escape. There had to be a way!


Chapter 5


Linda led Carrie down the hall to her room. They didn’t speak until they arrived at the door. Linda opened it and touched Carrie’s arm as she walked past her into the room. “Are you ok?” she asked. Carrie turned and looked into her pretty face. There seemed to be actual concern in her warm brown eyes. She nodded, giving her a slight smile.

“Yes. Thanks for asking,” she replied quietly.

“If it means anything, you did real good for your first time,” Linda said, smiling at her. Carrie didn’t reply, she just stood there looking at her feet. “Would you like some company? Someone who understands what you’re going through?”

Carrie looked back up at the attractive young brunette and nodded with the same unsure smile. “Th . . . that would be nice.” She didn’t know if she could trust her, but she was the first person to show her any compassion since her ordeal began. They both went inside and closed the door.

Linda wandered over to the mirror and began to fix her hair. “So how long have you been here?” she asked, still looking in the mirror.

Carrie shrugged. “A couple of days, I think.” Linda nodded and finished with her hair. She went over and sat on the bed cross-legged and patted the mattress next to her.

“Have a seat, Carrie. Let’s talk.” Carrie sat down on the edge of the bed, wringing her hands nervously. “Don’t be afraid. I’m only here as a friend.” She smiled and Carrie found herself smiling back.

“You really got off in there, didn’t you?” Linda asked, grinning widely. Carrie couldn’t help grinning herself. She nodded.

“Yeah, I guess I did!”

“Was that your first orgasm?”

Carrie nodded.

“You mean you’ve never masturbated?” Linda raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Carrie shook her head. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I do it all the time!”

“No, really. I never have,” Carrie said, still shaking her head.

Linda stared at her and realized she was telling the truth, then laughed. “Wow! And you came so hard you passed out! You must have been wondering what the hell was happening!” Carrie grinned sheepishly and shrugged, her face turning red. “Did you like it? I mean, except for the passing out part, that is!”

Carrie looked down. “It did feel good, but . . .”

“But you don’t want to be forced to do it. I understand, believe me.”

Carrie looked up at her. “Did they . . . make you do it , too?”

Linda sighed and nodded. “Only I didn’t get off as easy as you did. They made me suck a cock, then he fucked me, then I had to suck it again until he came in my mouth! I was sixteen and had never even given a guy a hand job before!”

“How long ago was that?” Carrie was trying to figure out how old Linda was, but she could have been anywhere from seventeen to twenty-five.

“Almost three years ago,” she replied, leaning back on her arms. Her full breasts strained at the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Sometime while Carrie was passed out, she had removed her bra.

Carrie looked dejected. “And you’re still here?” Linda chuckled.

“It’s not so bad once you get used to it. I found out that I really love sex, and I get all I need right here. No commitments, no headaches, just fun!”

Carrie looked at her, a frown creasing her brow. “You don’t even mind . . . sucking on them?”

Linda laughed and shook her head. “No, not at all! Actually, I love giving head! It makes me wet!” She rubbed her pussy and winked at Carrie.

Carrie stared at her. She found it hard to believe that she would ever get used to it, let alone love doing it.

“What about . . .” She took a deep breath, and paused.

“Fucking?” Linda asked.

Carrie nodded, fighting back tears. “My mother told me that it hurts a lot the first time and that the woman doesn’t feel any pleasure, only pain!” She started to sob and Linda hugged her close.

“Hey! Hey! It’s all right! I think your mother was telling you a little white lie so you wouldn’t be tempted to try it! It does hurt a little the first time you do it, but not for long. And it won’t hurt again. As for not feeling any pleasure?” She chuckled and pulled Carrie back to look into her eyes.

“Remember how it felt when Steve went down on you? How good it felt?” Carrie nodded and wiped her eyes. “Well, when I cum while being fucked, it always feels better than when someone goes down on me!” Carrie’s eyes widened.

“Better than that?” She couldn’t imagine being subjected to more pleasure than she’d experienced earlier.

Linda nodded. “And if you have someone who cares about you, even the pain when you lose your cherry isn’t that bad.”

Carrie sighed. “Not much chance of that happening here.”

Linda hugged her. “Let me talk to Donna. I’ll explain to her that you want to cooperate and maybe she’ll listen.” Carrie looked up at her.

“You’d do that for me?”

Linda smiled and held up her hand. “Hold on! She may go easy on you your first time, but she’ll never let you go. I’m sorry. But I want to make sure you understand. You are too valuable and she could never risk releasing you anyway.” Carrie’s face fell somewhat, but Linda wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know deep down. There was no escape and no hope for parole from this prison. Linda continued. “You’re a very beautiful girl and she can make a lot of money off you, with or without your cooperation.”

Carrie nodded dejectedly. “I guess I knew she couldn’t let me go. Or my friends.” She looked up at her. “Have you seen them?”

Linda shook her head. “No, honey, I haven’t. Sorry.” They sat without speaking for moment, then Linda went over to the TV and turned it on. As expected, another porno was on. Two naked women were making out on a couch. Linda watched them, then asked, “Have you ever thought about making out with another girl?”

Carrie’s eyes widened. “Of course not! I’m not gay!”

Linda laughed. “I’m not, either. But take a closer look ” She pointed at the screen. Carrie looked. A blonde and a brunette were locked in a passionate kiss. They separated and Carrie gasped in surprise. The brunette was Linda! She looked over at her, her jaw open.

“What?” Linda asked, laughing. “It’s no big deal!” Carrie looked back at the screen. Linda was sucking on the blonde’s tits, moving down to her shaved pussy.

Linda walked back to where Carrie was sitting. “Come here. I’ll show you!”

Carrie shrunk away from her. “But I’m not gay!” Linda smiled and continued holding her hands out to her.

“Carrie, like I told you, I love sex. With men and with women. Sometimes at the same time.” Carrie just stared at her. “And Donna will expect you to do it, too. Let me show you how. Gently. Lovingly.” She moved closer, smiling warmly. Carrie hesitantly took her hands and stood up, facing her.

“Now, let’s try a kiss,” Linda said softly. “Just close your eyes and pretend I’m a guy.” Carrie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She sensed Linda moving closer and could feel her warm breath on her face. Then her soft, warm lips touched hers. Carrie relaxed a little. It actually felt nice. Then the lips were gone. She opened her eyes to see Linda smiling at her.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

Carrie shook her head and smiled a little.

“Ok, let’s try it again. This time open your mouth a bit and we’ll try something more exciting.” Carrie looked reluctant, but nodded and closed her eyes. She once again felt Linda’s warm lips on hers, but then they parted. Carrie parted hers, too and she felt Linda’s lips moving, caressing hers. It felt even better than before! And certainly more tender than when Steve kissed her! Linda pulled away after a minute, letting her lips linger on Carrie’s for a few seconds. Carrie smiled at her, licking her lips.

“That was nice!” she exclaimed .

Linda smiled back. “Very nice! Now, this time, we’re going to french-kiss. Do you know what that is?” Carrie shook her head. She’d heard of it, but no one ever told her what it meant and she was too embarrassed to ask. Linda smiled. “Did Steve put his tongue in your mouth?” Carrie nodded, remembering her initial shock when he first did it. “That’s a french kiss,” Linda said.

“Oh, ok,” Carrie replied. She was starting to enjoy kissing the pretty brunette. True, she was a girl, but her kisses were so much softer and much more loving that Steve’s had been. They started kissing again and when Linda’s tongue probed at her lips, Carrie opened her mouth and allowed her in. Their tongues danced together, first in Carrie’s mouth, then in Linda’s. As they continued kissing, Carrie felt Linda’s arms going around her waist, pulling her closer. Instinctively, she put her arms around Linda’s neck, savoring the warmth of her tender kiss. After a few moments, they broke off their kiss but remained locked in each other’s arms.

“You’re a good kisser!” Linda whispered and kissed her soft lips.

Carrie smiled. “That felt really good, Linda!” Linda smiled and kissed her again, then moved down and kissed her neck. Carrie sighed and tilted her head back.

Between kisses, Linda murmured, “Would you like to do more than kiss?” She looked up into Carrie’s green eyes and stroked her cheek. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered, kissing her lips. “Make love to me, Carrie. Right now!”


Chapter 6



Debbie lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was the third day of her capture, as near as she could tell, and the only person she’s seen was the little Chinese woman who brought her food and clean clothes. She had tried to ask her why she was there, but the old woman merely smiled and bowed. Either she didn’t understand English, or she was pretending not to.

She watched TV sometimes, even though the pornos were all that was on. She’d found them interesting at first and was surprised to feel her body responding to them. Her nipples always got hard and very sensitive, and once her panties had even been wet! She understood enough to know that these were normal sexual responses to stimulants. Her mother was trying to be sexually open with her and had described what happens in great detail. It did sort of surprise her that watching an X-rated movie made her horny, though! But after three days of watching nothing but the porn, it no longer held the same fascination it once had.

She got up and looked at the clothes they’d brought for her today. She picked up the sport bra and gym shorts and studied them curiously.

Just then, the door opened and the woman who kidnaped them walked in followed by a very handsome, well toned young man wearing gym shorts and a muscle shirt. He stood about five foot ten with light blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She could tell he was older, but not too old, maybe in his early twenties. She thought he was the most handsome guy she’d ever met! Her eyes went from the man to the woman and she instinctively took a step back.

“Relax, dear. We’re not here to hurt you,” the woman said.

“What do you want with us? Where are my . . .” The woman held up a hand, cutting off her questions.

“All of that will become apparent soon. For now, all you need to know is that you belong to me. I control your life. Obey, and you’ll be well-treated. Disobey . . .” The woman’s eyes narrowed. “And punishment will be swift and severe. Understand?” Debbie realized she was looking at the author of the note that was in her room when she was first brought here. She swallowed hard and nodded fearfully.

“Good. Now, you are a very pretty girl.” She looked up and down Debbie’s slightly chubby body. “But, to be blunt, you need to lose a few pounds.” Debbie’s hands instinctively moved to cover her stomach and thighs. The woman smiled. “Relax, dear.” She turned to the man. “This is Andrew. He’s going to be spending a lot of time with you, helping you lose the weight.”

She turned to address Andrew. “Andrew, remember what I told you.”

He nodded. “Yes, Donna.” He smiled at Debbie and held out his hand. “Come with me, um . . .I’m sorry. I don’t know your name.”

Debbie blushed. “D . . .Debbie.” He smiled again. ‘God, he’s gorgeous!,’ she thought, taking his hand.

“Just a minute!” Donna said, stopping them. “Debbie, first you better change into your workout clothes.” She was so entranced with Andrew that she’d forgotten she was still wearing her pajamas. She nodded, picked up the clothes and started for the bathroom. “Where are you going?” Donna cried. Debbie stopped and turned to her, holding out the shorts and sports bra.

“I . . .in there. To change,” she replied, nodding toward the bathroom.

Donna gave her a thin smile and shook her head. “No. Do it here. I want to see what you look like.” Debbie’s eyes went from her to Andrew, then back to Donna. “C’mon! Let’s call it a ‘before shot’! Do it!” Andrew stood to one side, his arms folded across his chest, watching her intently.

“B . . . but . . . I. . .,” she stammered.

Donna walked over to her, her face seething with anger. “Do you remember what I said about obeying me?,” she hissed. She took the gym clothes from Debbie’s hands. “Now, strip!”

Debbie looked at her and realized she was deadly serious. Her hands shaking, she started unbuttoning the top of her pajamas. She somehow managed to get them all undone, closed her eyes, and took her top off. Her large tits spilled out, retaining their firmness despite their size.

“Nice,” Donna said with a smile. “Keep going.” Almost in tears, Debbie dropped her pajama bottoms and stepped out of them. She stood before them wearing only her panties, feeling ashamed of her chubby body.

“The panties, too,” Donna said. Tears filled her eyes as she bent over and pulled her panties down and off. She stood up straight, completely naked before them. She wasn’t what you’d call fat. Not really. Just a few extra pounds around the waist and thighs. Her tits were the largest Donna had ever seen on a girl her age and her pussy had just a light fuzz of barely visible blonde hair.

“What do you think, Andrew?” Donna asked, walking around the terrified little girl. Andrew came closer, examining her body closely. Debbie closed her eyes. She didn’t like being put on display like this, especially in front of a boy she liked!

“Diet and daily exercise. Two weeks,” he said confidently.

Dona seemed impressed. “Very good. She’s yours for two weeks.” She gave him a wink. “Make sure she’s well exercised. I want her fully trained and ready to go to work.”

Andrew smiled and nodded as his eyes examined her body. He knew exactly what she meant by ‘fully trained’. Debbie stood trembling in fear and humiliation before them.

“You may get dressed, Debbie,” Donna said. She began putting on the shorts. There were no clean panties and she didn’t care. She just wanted to cover her body.

“Andrew is in charge until further notice. You will obey him without question. Understand?”

Debbie adjusted her large tits inside the tight sport bra and nodded.

Donna gave her a hard look. “I mean anything. Even if he tells you to get naked and stay that way all through your workout. If you refuse his orders, he’ll tell me, and you’ll immediately be severely punished!” Her eyes narrowed. “And believe me, no matter what he asks you to do, punishment will be many times worse!”

Debbie trembled and lowered her head, sobbing quietly. Donna left and Andrew went over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “It’s ok, Debbie. I won’t order you to get naked to work out.” He flashed a comforting smile. “Come on, we’ve got some work to do.” They left the room and walked down the hall.


A week later, Debbie was on the exercise bike, finishing up her five mile set. Andrew had been tough, but kind. He pushed her hard, but she could already see results. Her waist was smaller, her legs more toned, and even her breasts seemed to sit a little higher. Andrew walked over and she stopped pedaling.

“That’s enough for today, Deb,” he said with a smile. Debbie got off the bike and smiled back at him. “Let’s get you weighed, then I’ll take you back to your room.” They went over to the scale and Andrew noted her weight on his chart. “One-thirty-eight! That’s a total of eleven pounds in one week! Very good!”

Debbie grinned and blushed a little. Over the past week she’d developed a serious crush on her handsome trainer and she’d worked even harder, hoping he’d see past her chubby body and just maybe . . .

“Debbie?” His voice snapped her from her daydream.


“Huh? Oh, sorry, Andrew. I guess I was daydreaming!”

He smiled. “I said, would you like some company tonight? Maybe we could watch a movie or something.”

Her heart swelled. “You mean like a . . . a . . . date?” Her eyes flashed, lighting up her pretty face.

He grinned. “Yeah! A date! So, is that a yes?”

She grinned and hugged him. “Yes!” He laughed and returned her hug.

“Ok, let’s go. You hit the shower and I’ll drop by in about an hour, ok?”

She nodded, a bright smile on her face. He walked her back to her room and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” She went inside and he locked the door, then walked down the hall to his room. Picking up the phone, he punched three numbers. After a few seconds, he said, “Hi, it’s Andrew . . . Yes, very well , eleven pounds so far . . . uh-huh . . . Yes, I’m going to meet her in an hour . . . Oh, yes. She called it a ‘date’. . . Mmmhmm . . . No problem. I’m sure she’ll give it up willingly, but if not . . .Exactly . . .ok.” He hung up the phone, went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.

Chapter 7


Carrie stared at Linda, not sure she had heard her correctly. How could two girls make love? While she wasn’t intimately familiar with the act of making love, she did understand the basics.

“But how can . . .?” Linda silenced her with a lingering kiss on her soft lips.

“I want to make love to you. I want to taste your sweet pussy and suck on those beautiful tits,” she whispered, caressing Carrie’s cheek softly and staring into her emerald green eyes. Carrie looked back into hers, a confused look on her face. She tried to move away, but Linda still held her tightly. “Don’t you want to?” She looked a little hurt. Carrie’s expression softened.

“It’s not that. It’s just . . .” She gazed into Linda’s warm brown eyes. “I’m a little nervous! This is all new to me!” Linda smiled and released her embrace.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about, sweetie. We’ll have fun!” She stepped back and pulled off her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, although Carrie was certain that she had been earlier. Her tits were only slightly larger than Carrie’s, but nicely rounded and well suited to her petite body. She smiled and looked down at them.

“Not real big, but they’re ok. I can go braless if I feel like it!” She looked up at Carrie, who managed a slight smile.

“They’re very nice,” she said, her eyes dropping to them.

“Touch them,” Linda said, reaching for Carrie’s hand. Carrie allowed her to place her hand on the soft flesh. She moved it across Linda’s erect nipple and Linda grinned. “That’s it. Just do what you’d want someone to do to yours.” Carrie began rubbing her nipple and squeezing her breast, much to Linda’s obvious delight.

“Oh, yes! Like that! Mmmmm!”

After a few minutes, Linda touched Carrie’s breasts over her t-shirt. She raised one eyebrow in a ‘May I?’ look and Carrie hesitated before giving her a slight nod. Linda pulled her tight shirt off and admired her firm, supple tits for a moment, before leaning down and sucking one of her nipples into her mouth. Carrie gasped and closed her eyes. She soon discovered that she loved having her tits sucked! Linda worked on one while her hand kneaded and caressed the other one, then switched. Carrie could feel her pussy getting damp and remembered that she wasn’t wearing anything under her short skirt.

Linda stood up, smiling, and unfastened her jeans. Carrie watched as she wriggled out of them and tossed them aside. Her long, shapely legs were well-tanned and ran up to her white thong, which was a brilliant contrast to her tanned skin. She smiled at Linda and slowly pulled off her thong, doing a little strip-tease for her. She tossed them aside and turned to face her. She had a beautiful body! She was tiny, with a slender waist and a fully shaved pussy, which made her appear much younger. She slowly walked over and kissed Carrie, pulling her body close and sliding her hands down to her mini-skirt, then under it, caressing the globes of her tight, round ass. Carrie didn’t resist her advances, instead kissing her deeper and hugging her naked body to her nearly naked body even tighter. Linda moved her hands to the button on the back of Carrie’s skirt and undid it. She lowered the zipper and the skirt fell to the floor at her feet. Linda pulled away and studied her pubescent body. She was perfect! She cradled one of her tits and grinned at Carrie.

“Wanna taste?” Carrie hesitated, then slowly bent over and lightly kissed her hard nipple. “C’mon, suck on it! Bite it!” Linda urged. Carrie opened her mouth and sucked the hard nipple between her lips and sucked hard on it. “Yess!” Linda said, losing her eyes and holding her face to her breast. “That feels wonderful!” Carrie sucked on one, then the other. She found Linda’s sighs and dirty talk made her pussy leak even more. After a few minutes, Linda pulled her face up to hers and kissed her.

“That was perfect, baby!” She once again took Carrie’s hand, spread her legs slightly, and moved it to her wet pussy. Carrie resisted at first, but a look from Linda eased her tension and she allowed her to continue. Linda pressed her fingers to her slit and sighed as Carrie touched her. It was very smooth, completely free of pubic hair, and also very wet. Linda moaned and pushed Carrie’s fingers inside her, then kissed her passionately. Carrie, unsure of exactly what to do, moved her fingers in and out of the wet hole. Linda moaned into her mouth and she knew she was doing the right thing. She pulled away and led Carrie over to her bed.

“I want you to taste my pussy,” she said, her eyes sparkling. Carrie looked down at her wet fingers and paused. She slowly shook her head.

“I . . . I don’t think I can do that!” she said.

Linda smiled at her. “Sure you can! Just do what Steve did to you!”

Carrie shook her head and backed away. “I’m sorry. The other stuff was one thing, but this . . .” She shook her head emphatically. “I’m sorry.”

Linda frowned and sat up, looking at her sadly. “I’m sorry, too, honey. I really do like you, you know.”

Carrie, puzzled by her response, opened her mouth to ask her what she meant by that, when the door burst open, startling her. Donna walked in, followed by a young man with dark, curly hair wearing only a towel. Carrie, suddenly aware of her nudeness, vainly tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. Donna fixed her with an icy stare, then glanced over at Linda, still sitting naked on the bed. Linda shrugged and stretched out, making no effort to cover herself or get dressed.

“Carrie,” Donna said, shaking her head as a teacher might if disappointed by a star pupil. “I had hoped you’d be a little more cooperative.” Carrie glanced over her shoulder at the man standing behind her. Donna continued. “As Linda told you, I make adult movies. Right now, there is a very hot demand for young girls. The one we started earlier will be your debut. But I need you to get some experience first; become comfortable enough to fuck and suck in front of the camera.” Carrie swallowed a huge lump in her throat. This couldn’t be happening to her! Donna looked over at Linda, who was flipping through a porn magazine.

“Linda told me she wanted to take you under her wing, teach you in a loving, caring way. She’s one of my best actors so I agreed to let her try, but I can’t afford to waste any more time babysitting you. Therefore . . .” She gestured toward the man in the towel. “. . . Bill is going to join you and we will be accelerating your training.”

Bill stepped forward, a thin smile on his face. Carrie looked desperately over to Linda, still lying on the bed. “I’m sorry, honey. I tried.” Donna looked at the three of them.

“Ok. I’ll leave you alone then. Linda, Bill, you know what to do.” She looked at Carrie, who was on the verge of tears. “Remember the rules. Disobey, and you will be severely punished. If Linda or Bill tell you to do something, you fucking well do it. Not licking Linda’s pussy was a freebie. There won’t be another. And if you think this is bad. . .” She gestured to the bed, and gave Carrie an icy stare. Her voice took on a threatening tone. “Then you don’t want to piss me off!” With one final look at them, she turned and left the room.


Linda stood up and walked over to the terrified young girl. “I’m sorry, Carrie. I was hoping you’d like me enough to do it willingly.” Carrie lifted her head, tears running down her round cheeks. She sniffed and wiped her eyes, her face becoming defiantly angry.

“So now you two are going to rape me?! Is that it?!” She glared at the girl who she considered a friend only a few short moments ago. Linda stared into her eyes for a moment, then turned away and lay back on the bed.

“You know what to do, Carrie,” she said quietly and spread her legs. Carrie stood looking down for a few seconds until she felt a push on her back.

“Go on, slut!” Bill said as her pushed her over to Linda. Carrie stumbled and fell to her knees at Linda’s feet. Bill took her by the chin and undid his towel. His long, hard dick stood out in front of him nest to her face. “Warm up on me!” he said, pushing her face to his cock. Carrie opened her mouth and took the hard member into her mouth, the now familiar taste of precum filling her mouth. He moaned and started moving his hips while holding her head in place, basically fucking her mouth. The thick, hard cock slid in and out of her warm mouth, nearly gagging her as he pushed it in to the back of her throat.

“Suck me, whore!” he demanded and Carrie obediently sucked harder on it. “That’s better!” he gasped and started moving faster. Carrie was getting dizzy as her head was forced back and forth faster and faster, her long hair flying about her head wildly. Finally, he pushed it deep into her mouth and groaned as a huge load of hot semen filled Carrie’s mouth and started to run down her chin. She tried to pull away, but Bill held her tight.

“Swallow it!” Linda ordered, scrambling to her knees for a closer look. With a huge effort, she swallowed most of it before Bill’s cock erupted again, once more filling her mouth. This time, she managed to swallow more of it. She kept sucking on it until he pushed her away and sat down on the bed, a satisfied smile on his face.

“You’re a pretty good little cocksucker!” he said with a grin. Carrie fixed him with a flat stare until he looked away. She felt nauseous and the thick cum coated the inside of her mouth.

Linda looked at her, pity in her eyes. “It would have been easier to lick my pussy. That’s the way Donna works. Remember that the next time you think about disobeying her.” She let her words sink in, then lay back on the bed.

“Ok, Carrie, my turn,” she said, spreading her legs wide. “Remember to lick my clit often. And suck on it, too.” Carrie looked at her exposed pussy, glistening with her juices. It couldn’t be any worse than giving head. She climbed onto the bed and crawled up between Linda’s legs until her face was inches from her fragrant twat. Linda looked down at her and Carrie moved closer. She stuck out her tongue, still coated with Bill’s cum, and tentatively licked her labia.

“More,” Linda said. “Go deeper! And remember my clit!” Carrie took a deep breath. The scent of Linda’s pussy mixed with the taste of Bill’s cum filled her nostrils and she almost puked. She was relieved that she didn’t. The punishment for puking in Linda’s pussy would no doubt be very bad. She steeled herself and dove in, deciding to get it over with as soon as possible. Linda moved her hips.

“There! Yes, like that! . . .No, not so hard! Go easy! . . . That’s better!” Carrie eventually learned what she liked and tried her best to get her off as quickly as possible so tonight’s nightmare would finally end.

Linda’s body started to shudder and quiver. Carrie could feel her pussy contracting as her orgasm neared. She finally cried out and her body stiffened as she came over and over into Carrie’s mouth, spraying her face and mouth with her cum. When she stopped, Carrie sat up and wiped the clear liquid from her face. It was sweet, and a little bitter, but overall much better than a man’s! Linda flopped back on the bed, completely spent.

“Good job, Carrie! I don’t always cum like that!” Carrie didn’t respond, she just wiped the remaining pussy juice from her face and stood at her feet. Linda didn’t say anything for a few moments while she caught her breath. Finally, she sat up and looked at Bill. His cock was still limp, but showed some signs of recovering. She looked up at Carrie.

“Ok, now for your final lesson of the day.” Carrie swallowed hard, trying not to show the fear she was feeling. “I need you to suck Bill’s cock until it’s hard again. But you don’t have to make him cum this time.” She looked down and saw it was a little harder than it was only a minute earlier. “I don’t think it’ll take too long,” she added, winking at Bill, who grinned. Carrie obediently got onto her knees and Bill sat up on the edge of the bed. She crawled between his legs, took the semi-hard dick in her hand, and began to bob her head up and down on it, slurping noisily. Bill smiled in pleasure and grabbed one of Linda’s tits, tweaking her nipple. She closed her eyes, sighing from the pleasure she was getting from the pain.

Carrie could feel Bill’s cock growing harder and harder in her mouth. She stopped when it felt like it was as big as when she’s first sucked it. Linda looked down at it.

“How’d she do, Bill? Are you back up to speed?” He grinned and nodded.

“All ready!” he said exuberantly, winking at Carrie. She felt a pang of fear as he winked at her. They wouldn’t! Then she remembered who she was dealing with. Yes. They would.

Linda stood and hugged her, though not with the same passion as she had earlier. “Lie down, Carrie. On your back.” She turned her around and Carrie sat woodenly on the edge of the bed, then lay back. This time she knew there would be no reprieve. She was going to be raped, and this would only be the first time. She looked up as Bill stood at her feet, his long cock bobbing in front of him and a reptilian grin on his face.

“Move up more,” Linda said and Carrie slid further up on the bed so her feet were at th edge. Linda pushed her legs apart and folded them at the knees. Her tiny, virgin pussy opened up, the soft pink folds visible under her labia. Linda crawled onto the bed and lay next to her. “I’m sorry it has to be this way, sweetie. I really do like you. Maybe someday you’ll be able to forgive me.”

The look in Carrie’s eyes told her that wasn’t very likely. Linda reached down and began to finger Carrie’s tiny twat, pushing her long fingers in deeper each time, but being careful not to go too deep. Donna’s orders were very specific about that. Her girls all had their cherries popped by a cock, a real cock. Carrie started to feel her pussy getting wet, in spite of her situation. Linda’s touch turned her on, and she couldn’t convince her body to ignore it. As if reading her thoughts, Linda spoke.

“Don’t try to resist, Carrie. If you’re not wet, it’ll hurt real bad. It could even tear your cunt inside.” Her use of the vulgar ‘cunt’ in reference to Carrie’s pussy was no accident. Linda was trying to distance her feelings for the pretty teen, perhaps without even realizing it.

A few minutes later, Linda’s fingering had the desired effect and Carrie was wet enough for Bill to take over. Linda licked her sweet juice from her fingers, relishing her last taste of Carrie’s virgin pussy, while Bill leaned over her. She felt the tip of his cock touching her pussy and it actually felt good! At least Bill’s cock wasn’t as long, or thick, as Steve’s had been. It was still quite big, though, and she tried to prepare herself for its’ insertion.

He moved it across her lips a few times, lubing it up with her juices. Then he placed the tip at her opening and started pushing. Carrie grit her teeth as he tried to force her tiny vagina to open enough to fit the head inside. He grunted and twisted, but she resisted and he eventually eased up, glaring down at her.

“Honey, let’s get something straight. I’m going to fuck you. Right now. I don’t care how much you resist. I held back because I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t cooperate, this is going to hurt a lot more than it has to!” She looked up at his cold stare and knew he meant it. Linda lay back beside her.

“Just relax and let it happen, Carrie. It’ll be over before you know it and you won’t have to worry about the pain again. You never know, you might even cum! I know I did my first time!”

Carrie thought about what they said. It was true, all of it. Although she doubted very much that she would cum. She sighed resignedly, and nodded.

“Ok. I’ll try.” Linda watched her face for a long moment, decided she was being truthful, and nodded to Bill. He leaned down again and once more placed his hard cock at her tiny hole. Carrie tried to relax as she felt him pushing against her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then the head began to stretch her vaginal opening and slide inside her. It was the most amazing feeling! There was pressure, lots of pressure! But so far, no pain! She could feel her pussy opening wider as more and more of the hard shaft was pushed into her. The soft head rubbed on her labia and then on her vaginal walls. As the head passed through her opening and into her vagina, it squeezed shut on the narrower shaft and she could feel it’s rougher texture as it slid into her. Bill moaned at her extremely tight pussy and pushed deeper into her. He felt the added resistance of her barrier at the same time Carrie cried out.

“Owww! Ow! P . . . please stop! It hurts!” Bill paused, looking not at Carrie, but at Linda. She held up her hand, stopping his forward progress. He sighed. Every time he took a girl’s virginity, she screamed bloody murder for the first little bit, then got over it. Linda’s attachment to this one was starting to piss him off.

“Carrie,” she said softly. “You knew there would be some pain. It’ll be over soon. Just be brave, ok?”

“But, it hurts!” she whined.

“I know,” Linda replied, “But not for . . .” Her words were cut off as Carrie screamed loudly, tears welling up in her eyes. Linda looked down to see Bill’s cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. He grinned back at her.

“I figured I’d just get it over with while you had her distracted!” he said, still grinning. Linda shot him a dirty look, then turned back to Carrie, who was sobbing and crying. She put her hand on Carrie’s forehead and Carrie roughly pushed it off, then shoved Linda back.

“Get the fuck away from me, you bitch!” she screamed through her tears. Linda looked hurt, but backed away. Carrie put her hands over her eyes and sobbed loudly. Bill shrugged and pulled his bloody cock from her tortured cunt, then pushed it back in again. Carrie screamed again and again as he continued his assault on her. Linda walked to the far wall and stood trying not to watch as Carrie was brutally raped. Eventually her screams stopped and she lay unmoving as Bill continued to ream her aching twat. Finally, he pulled out and jerked his hot jism all over her face, tits, and stomach. He blew a kiss in her direction, then went into the bathroom. He emerged a few minutes later with the towel once again around his waist and, with a wink to Linda, went out the door.

Linda was sitting with her back against the wall. This was what she had been trying to avoid. No, this was worse than the other ‘break ins’ she’d witnessed. Those other girls weren’t completely willing either, but they weren’t raped so brutally. Carrie hadn’t moved, her beautiful young body covered with cum and her red pussy dribbling blood onto the sheets. Linda had to know if she was all right. ‘Of course she isn’t all right, you stupid bitch! She was just raped!’ she told herself. She walked over and looked down at the once beautiful face.

Carrie lay staring blankly at the ceiling. She turned her head as Linda approached and a single tear ran down her cheek.

“Why?” was all she said. Her once bright eyes now had a dull, lifeless look and Linda had to turn away, her own eyes welling up. She had no answer for her.

“I . . . I’m so sorry, Carrie,” she said, still looking away, her voice cracking. “I never wanted this for you.” She ran from the room still naked but not caring, as her tears began to flow.

[BJ Cortland]

Chapter 8


Debbie rushed through her shower, excited about spending the evening with Andrew. True, he was a few years older. But he seemed to like her, so who knows? She toweled herself off and went out into the bedroom to get her clean clothes. There was a simple navy blue t-shirt, a pair of loose fitting shorts, and panties. As usual, there was no bra. At first, she’d been uncomfortable not wearing one, considering the size of her chest, but she had come to accept it.

She paused in front of the mirror to examine her new, trimmer figure. There wasn’t a huge difference, but she could definitely see an improvement. She fondled her large, firm tits, teasing the nipples before sliding her hands to her smaller waist and thighs. She wondered if Andrew felt the same way about her as she did about him. It seemed like he did, but maybe she was misreading friendship as something more. No, he was definitely flirting with her. She was sure of it. Maybe she’d make a move tonight; try to kiss him, if she could find the nerve.

She went over to the bed and pulled on the panties. Whoever supplied her with clothes knew about her thinner shape, and the panties fit her perfectly. She couldn’t say the same about the t-shirt. It was too small and fit so tight over her large breasts that it left nothing to the imagination. The shorts appeared to be a relaxed fit, and they were loose around the legs. But they were tight everywhere else and, like the shirt, left very little to the imagination. She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. Well, if she wanted Andrew to notice her, she couldn’t miss!

There was a light tapping at the door. That was odd. No one ever knocked, they just barged in. She couldn’t open the door anyway. She heard it again, and this time the door swung open. Andrew stood there holding a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

“I thought maybe a little celebration was in order . . .” His voice trailed off when he saw what she was wearing. She noticed his stare and struck a brief pose, giggling. He grinned, walked in, and closed the door.

“Wow! You look . . . very sexy!” he exclaimed as he walked over to her. She blushed and lowered her head. He raised her chin with his finger and looked into her eyes. “I mean it, Deb. You look great!” He smiled warmly and she returned it.

“Thanks,” she said, then noticed the bottle in his hand. “What’s this?”

He grinned and held up the bottle. “I thought since your exercise program is going so great, you might like a little champagne to celebrate!”

“Champagne?” she asked, examining the bottle. She’d never had alcohol before.

“Uh-huh,” he replied as he struggled with the stubborn cork. He finally got it out with a loud pop and poured two glasses. He passed one to Debbie then clinked them together. “To you, honey. Eleven down and only nine to go!” They each took a drink and sat on the bed, neither speaking.

“Why don’t we watch a movie?” Andrew suggested as he picked up the remote and turned on the TV. Debbie reached out to stop him, expecting the usual porno to come on, but she was surprised to see the regular channel guide come up. He flipped through the guide and finally stopped on “The Princess Diaries”. ‘Perfect,’ he thought with a smile. ‘Romantic teen crap. Just what the doctor ordered!’

They settled back on the bed, side by side and leaned against the headboard to watch the movie.

About half an hour into it, Andrew refilled their glasses and settled back next to Debbie. He put his arm around her and her heart leapt!

“Do you mind?” he asked quietly. Debbie shook her head, then nervously laid it on his shoulder. Andrew smiled to himself and clinked their glasses together. “Drink up!” he said, and watched as she drained her glass. The movie wore on with Debbie making little ‘Aw’ noises every now and then and commenting on something that had just happened. Andrew chatted along with her, pretending he gave a shit about the stupid movie.

He was about to refill her glass for the fourth time when their eyes met. Debbie smiled at him and unconsciously licked her lips. Maybe it was the champagne, but she felt braver, less inhibited. Andrew smiled back and set their glasses on the side table. Her turned back to her and gazed into her eyes. They slowly moved closer until their lips met and Debbie felt herself melting into his arms. She felt his lips part and his tongue probed at her lips. She opened her mouth a little and he pushed his tongue into it, teasing her tongue with his. Debbie wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, returning his kiss eagerly, darting her tongue deep into his throat. Andrew’s hands were on her back, pulling her body even tighter to his.

After a few minutes, she felt his hands move lower, then slip up under her shirt. His touch was gentle and very sensual, but she thought that maybe they were moving too fast. She pulled away.

“Uh, Andrew . . . I . . . I don’t think you should do that . . . not yet, ok?”

He gave her a puzzled look. “Do what?” She fixed him with a ‘you know what I mean’ look and pulled his hands out from under her shirt.

He laughed. “What? That?!” He stood up, still laughing, and moved toward the door.

“You . . . you don’t have to leave!” she said. “Can’t we just . . . kiss some more?”

He shook his head, still chuckling. “I thought you were ready for an adult relationship, not this teenage make-out crap!” He turned as if to go. Debbie stared at him, stunned.

“Andrew! Wait!” she cried, leaping from the bed. He stopped and turned to face her.

“I . . I am ready,” she said softly, her eyes lowered. “You just . . . surprised me, and . . .” She raised her eyes to meet his. “I don’t know what you want me to do!” She took his hands in hers and moved closer, her eyes locked on his. “Please,” she pleaded. “Show me?”

Inward, Andrew grinned. ‘Just like clockwork,’ he thought. The drugs he put into her champagne were starting to have the desired effect. Outward, he looked warily at her. “Are you absolutely sure? Because I don’t want to waste my time messing around with a kid!”

Debbie smiled nervously and moved even closer. She wasn’t exactly sure what she wanted. She’d never felt like this before! All she knew for sure was that she didn’t want him to go. “Yes, I’m sure. Just, . . . don’t go, ok?”

He stared into her eyes for a long moment, then smiled warmly. “Ok, Deb. As long as you’re sure.”

The TV suddenly switched to a porno and the sounds of moaning and panting filled the room. Andrew smiled. Donna’s timing was perfect. They watched as a girl sucked on a man’s cock while another girl licked her pussy.

“Does that look like fun to you?” Andrew asked as he stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders. Debbie stared at the screen, eyes wide.

“D . . . do people actually do that?!”

Andrew casually slid his hands to her waist. “Oh, yes! Would you like me to teach you how?” He leaned down and kissed her neck. She tilted her head back and sighed, enjoying the soft caress of his warm lips on her tingling flesh. He moved his hands to her stomach, slipped them under her shirt and slowly moved them up until he was cupping both of her big tits. She sighed again and he put his lips to her ear. “I can do things to you that will make you feel so good, you’ll beg me not to stop!” he whispered.

“Yesss,” she sighed as his fingers found her erect nipples and began rubbing and pinching them. He reached down and pulled her shirt off in one quick motion, then brought his hands back to her breasts, caressing them gently.

“Much better!” he cooed, kissing her bare shoulder. Debbie sighed. His touch was sending little jolts of electricity through her young body. She knew her nipples were sensitive, but . . . wow! After a few minutes, he moved his hands to the button of her shorts and began working on it. She put her hands on his.

“Andrew, I . . .” His lips stopped their tender kisses

“I thought you said you were ready.” His voice was low and flat.

“I know . . . and I am, I think,” she said. Andrew sighed and turned her to face him. Her large tits barely sagged and her face bore a worried look.

“Look, Deb. I like you.” He smiled and stroked her cheek. “I like you a lot. But I’m older and I need certain things from a woman. If you can’t give me those things, we’re wasting our time here.”

Debbie looked at him then lowered her head. He paused for a few seconds, then turned to leave. She grabbed his arm.

“Wait!” she said. He turned around and watched as she undid the button of her shorts and wriggled the tight garment over her hips. They fell to the floor at her ankles and she stepped out of them. She looked up at him, wearing only her panties, and smiled nervously. She reached down to her panties to pull them off as well, but he reached out and stopped her. She looked at him, confused.

“First, do me,” he said, placing her hands on his pants. She forced a nervous smile and began unbuttoning them, then lowered the zipper and pulled them down. Andrew kicked them off as he removed his shirt. He glanced over at the TV. A sexy brunette was stuffing a huge dick into her mouth. He pointed at the screen.

“Think you can do that?” he asked her. Debbie watched the TV for a few seconds, then turned back to him.

“I . . . don’t know.” He sighed, and she added hastily, “But I’ll try!” She suddenly sounded very young.

“Ok, “ he replied, kissing her. “That’s all I ask. Take off my shorts and I’ll tell you what to do.”

Debbie dropped to her knees, watching the girl on the TV devour the huge tool. She looked up and saw the bulge forming in Andrew’s shorts. Lifting her hands to the waistband, she pulled them down and off, revealing his hard, seven inch cock. It stood straight out and she stared at, wondering how he could walk around with that thing in his pants!

“Hold it and stroke it,” he told her. She reached out and grasped the shaft. It was so hard! She looked up at him.

“Go ahead! Stroke it. Back and forth, . . . not too fast! That’s it! Good!” She watched as it slid back and forth through her small hand. Precum was oozing from the hole in the tip and her hand and the shaft were soon coated with it. She glanced over at the TV again and saw that the girl had pulled it from her mouth and was rubbing her hand over the large tip. She tried imitating her motions and was surprised at it’s velvet soft texture.

Andrew’s response urged her on. “Ahhh! Yes! Good, Deb!” Debbie smiled. It felt good to please him. After a few seconds, he laid a hand on her head and gently urged her mouth closer to his hard cock.

“Suck it, baby. You can do it! I promise I’ll make it up to you later!” She had no idea what he meant by that. The only thing she could think of was fucking, but her mother had told her it was only pleasant for the man and would actually hurt her the first time she did it. After that, it was just a woman’s duty to please her husband, her mother had said. Debbie was unsure about that. She didn’t like to doubt her mother, but the girls in the movies she’d been watching seemed to be getting some pleasure from it.

Andrew was getting impatient. “Come on, Debbie.” She licked her lips and moved her mouth closer to the bulbous head. Her lips touched it and she opened her mouth, sliding the soft head past her teeth, and over her tongue to the back of her throat.

“Ahhh, yes!” he sighed as her lips closed around the shaft. “Now slide it in and out of your mouth. Use your tongue, and don’t forget to suck!” She began to do as he requested, her mouth making slurping noises as her saliva dripped from her lips. This wasn’t that bad! It was actually kind of a turn-on! Andrew’s moans and sighs of pleasure urged her on, still trying to please him.

“Very good, baby!” he said, throwing his head back and sucking in a breath through his clenched teeth. He stopped her a few minutes later and pulled her to her feet.

“How was it?” he asked her, smiling. She shrugged. She didn’t mind doing it, but the fact that it made him feel good made it worth the effort. She smiled.

“It was ok,” she said. He returned her smile.

“Good. Well, a promise is a promise!” He stuck his tongue out and waggled it, then dropped to his knees in front of her. He grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled laterally. The thin fabric tore apart with a loud ripping sound and fell in pieces to the floor. Debbie jumped, startled by the move.

He looked up at her, a sheepish grin on his face. “Sorry. I’ve always wanted to do that!”

Debbie, now naked before him, suddenly felt very self-conscious. She moved her hands to cover herself, but Andrew caught them and held them to her thighs. He looked up into her eyes.

“You have nothing to be ashamed of, Debbie. Your body is beautiful and you should be proud to show it off.” He smiled up at her and she forced another shy smile. His eyes moved down across her large, firm tits and flat stomach to her pubescent little pussy. Fine, almost invisible blonde hairs covered it. He could see her labia starting to swell and smell the scent of her sex. He moved in and kissed her mons, then her thighs. Then he stood up and pushed her gently back onto the bed.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear. “P . . . please be gentle!” There was a tremor of fear in her voice as her eyes dropped to his hard cock bobbing over her.

He smiled. “Relax, Deb. We’re not going to do that. Well, not yet, anyway.” He dropped to his knees again and crawled between her legs. “First, I’m going to do to you what you just did to me, . . . well sort of! You’ll love it, I promise. Every woman does!” Debbie felt a surge of confidence at his reference to her as a woman. She lay back and tried to relax. Andrew brought his mouth so close to her virgin slit that she could feel his warm breath on it. Then his tongue touched her and she gasped as he licked all along her tiny slit. He was right! This felt real good!

He lifted his head. “Do you like that?”

She nodded. “Yes! Don’t stop!” Grinning, he lowered his head and began licking her pussy, pushing his tongue in deeper and deeper. Debbie began to moan and started rocking her hips to match his oral penetration. Pulling back the little hood that covered her clit, he started teasing it in between licks and she cried out as his soft tongue flicked across the sensitive little nub. He took the tiny bud between his lips and sucked on it as he teased it with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he slipped a finger into her tight pussy, being careful not to go too deep.

Her reaction was immediate and involuntary. She groaned loudly and her body jerked. “Oh, god! Andrew! I’ve never felt . . . anything like this before!” she gasped. He intensified his sucking and finger-fucking until her louder cries and spasming body told him she was getting close to cumming. He lifted his face from her dripping pussy, but continued to finger-fuck her and rub her clit with his thumb.

“Do you feel all warm and tingly inside?” he asked as she squirmed on the bed.

“Y . . . yes!” she gasped.

“Good. Now I’m going to make you cum. Just relax and enjoy!” He dove back to her pussy and attacked her clit again, nibbling and sucking on it while his finger stroked her small vaginal opening. It didn’t take long.

Debbie felt the tingly sensation suddenly blossom and explode inside her, flooding her young body with pleasure like she had never imagined. She cried out, jerking and spasming uncontrollably as wave after wave of her very first orgasm coursed through her young adolescent body.

Andrew finally released his grip on her clit after her third orgasm, but continued to slowly lick the juices from her twitching pussy. Finally he stopped at Debbie’s plea for mercy and crawled up next to her on the bed. She opened her glassy eyes and smiled contentedly at him.

“Th . . . that was fantastic!” she exclaimed, panting for air. He leaned over and kissed her, letting her taste her own cum on his lips and tongue. She lay back, licking her lips thoughtfully.

“So, how do you like the taste of pussy?” he asked, kissing her right nipple.

She started at his touch, then replied. “It’s ok, I guess.”

He suddenly rolled over on top of her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her inner thigh, only inches from her pussy.

“Time for the main event!” he said with a grin and adjusted his position so that the tip of his cock was touching her virgin cunt. She looked up at him, the terror returning to her wide eyes.

“N . . .now?! B . . . but I thought. . . !”

He cut her words off. “Honey, you’re wet and well lubricated. Your pussy is ready. This is the best time.”

She swallowed hard. The soft tip did feel good rubbing against her swollen labia. He was right, of course. Besides, she wanted him inside her!

“All right,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. Matching her gaze, he applied pressure to her wet opening. Debbie grimaced as the head forced her open and slipped inside.

“Are you ok?” he asked, smiling at her. She met his eyes and nodded. He pushed deeper into her tight, wet vagina slowly, struggling to maintain control. Debbie’s hands clenched at his skin as he continued pushing into her. It felt good, kind of. At least there wasn’t any pain, which she found surprising. It did feel like she was being stretched wide open, though. Suddenly, a sharp pinch caused her to cry out as Andrew’s cock reached her barrier. He raised his eyes to hers and shook his head.

“I’m sorry. There’s no easy way to do this!” Before she could reply, he pushed his cock through her hymen and buried it to the hilt in her hot, tight cunt. She cried out again and began crying, tears welling up in her eyes and pouring down her rosy cheeks. He didn’t move, just watched her silently until her sobs eased and she looked up at him. She glared at him with a mixed look of fear, confusion, and possibly hatred.

“Wh . . .why did you d . . .do that!” she cried, wiping the tears from her face. “Th . . . that really hurts!”

He wiped a tear from her cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I thought that would be the best way. Get it all over in one shot.” He raised his body up and nodded toward her pussy. “See? All in!” She raised herself up on her elbows and looked down. He was right. His whole length was buried inside her. As the worst of the pain eased, she realized that she could feel it pressing against her tender vaginal walls. He started to pull it back out and the pain flared up again.

“Owww! Andrew! S. . . stop! It still hurts!”

He paused and looked down at her. “Debbie, I’m sorry. I have to move. It’ll feel better in a little while.” Without waiting for her reply, he pulled it out slowly until just the head remained inside. Debbie grimaced and grit her teeth against the pain, but didn’t cry out until he drove it back in. He kept moving in and out of her aching pussy, her cries turning to whimpers as her body got used to the invader and accepted it. He noticed she wasn’t resisting and looked into her eyes.

“Starting to feel better?”

She glared up at him and nodded. “It’s not as bad as before, but still hurts a little.”

“It’ll start to feel real good soon. Even better than when I went down on you if you let it,” he said with a grin as he increased the pace a little. As before, he was right. A few minutes later she began to feel the familiar tingle in her womb. She started moving her hips to meet his thrusts and he began to move even faster.

Before long, they were fucking furiously, their sweaty bodies slapping together amid grunts and moans. Debbie could feel her orgasm building and she was anticipating the climax and release that she knew would soon follow. Andrew kept hammering away at her tight pussy, using all his will power to keep from cumming first.

Finally, Debbie’s moans became louder and her body began to jerk a little. “Oh, shit! Oh, god! Ohhhhh . . .! Ohhhhhhh!” Her body went completely rigid and Andrew could feel her already tight pussy squeezing his cock even tighter, making it impossible for him to move. He was all the way in and her muscle contractions were making it very difficult to keep from shooting his load inside her. He had other plans, as per Donna’s instructions.

Suddenly, Debbie’s body went rigid, then began to jerk wildly as she climaxed and released. “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Unggggg!” she grunted, tossing her head from side to side. Andrew groaned as she squeezed his cock, forcing himself not to cum. She wailed and moaned loudly as she came over and over, her nails digging into his back.

She finally eased her vise-like grip on his cock and he pulled it out, then drove it back in again. She screamed and came again, her cry diminishing to a low gurgle as her orgasm subsided. He held his cock in her for a few minutes until she opened her eyes, licked her lips, and smiled dreamily at him. He returned her smile and slowly slid his cock back out. He started fucking her again, this time with longer, slower strokes. Debbie sighed and closed her eyes, the contented smile still on her lips.

He kept up the slow fuck for maybe two or three minutes until he felt himself getting close to cumming. Then he pulled his throbbing cock from her dripping cunt, the shaft glistening with her juices, and crawled up onto the bed and knelt next to her head.

“Suck me!” he gasped, pushing his wet cock into her face. “Suck my cock!” Debbie opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes were wild. She looked at the slick cock hanging in her face and tentatively grasped it in her small hand.

“Yes! Now suck me off!” he exclaimed. “I want to cum in your mouth!”

Debbie was moving his cock toward her open mouth, but stopped when he said he wanted to cum in her mouth. She couldn’t imagine the gooey white semen in her mouth! It seemed disgusting!

“A . . . Andrew! No! I . . .I . . .can’t!” she pleaded.

“Do it!” he ordered through clenched teeth. “Or I’ll make you do it!” She looked up into his wild eyes and angry face. Terrified, she opened her mouth and slipped the juicy organ inside, tasting her own fresh juices on its’ slick surface. As soon as she did, Andrew grabbed her by the hair and began to move her head back and forth, fucking her mouth. Debbie tried not to gag as he pushed it to the back of her throat over and over. He was really scaring her! What had she done to make him so mad? Before she could give it any further thought, he thrust to the back of her throat and groaned. A second later, a warm, thick, salty substance filled her mouth and ran down her throat.

“Swallow it!” he commanded through clenched teeth, giving her head a jerk. Trying hard not to gag on the thick cum, Debbie managed to get some down, but his cock kept shooting more of it into her mouth and it started to seep from the corners of her mouth and run down her chin. She forced down a couple more mouthfuls before he pulled his spent cock from her lips. He grinned at her. “You missed some.” He scooped a gob from her chin and put his finger to her mouth. She obediently parted her lips and sucked it clean, then sat watching him in silence as he dressed. He walked over to the door and unlocked it.

“I’ll tell Donna you’ll be ready to go to work as soon as you lose the rest of your weight. In the meantime, I’m sure she has some more training planned for you!” And then he was gone. Debbie looked at the closed door for a few seconds, then collapsed sobbing on the bed, her tears mixing with the drying cum on her face.


Chapter 9


Katie was lying on the bed, watching TV. For a change, there was something on besides the usual porn. Long after she had gone to bed the previous night she lain there trying to think of a means of escape, but no ideas had come to her. Donna seemed to have all avenues blocked. She decided to play along, pretend to be cooperative, and hope she would stumble onto something.

She sat up as the door swung open and crossed her legs to try to hide her bare pussy under the too short mini-skirt. A man she hadn’t seen before stepped in and looked quickly around the room, then his eyes settled on her.

“Come with me,” he said, holding the door open. Reluctantly, Katie slid her bare, slender legs over the side of the bed and walked toward the door, her head bowed. She could feel his eyes on her scantily clad body as she passed him and stepped into the carpeted hallway. She tugged down on the skirt, trying to cover as much of her pubic area and bare ass as possible. He walked behind her as they went down the hall, around a corner, and down another similar one. He put a hand on her shoulder as they approached a door.

“Stop here,” he said, and opened the door, ushering her in.

Katie walked in and surveyed the room. It was much larger than her room, with a big bed at one end sitting on a slightly elevated platform. ‘Like a stage,’ she thought with a shudder. There were movie lights and cameras all around it. At the other end of the room were two couches and behind them, a long makeup table with three chairs. Two of the chairs were occupied by naked women. Another woman worked over them with a makeup brush as they chatted away like they were sitting in a beauty salon. A man dressed in a robe sat on one of the couches talking to Donna, and another man, also wearing a white robe, was talking with a woman who was tinkering with one of the cameras.

Donna and the man she was talking with turned to Katie as she walked in. She recognized the man on the couch as Steve, the first guy she’d been forced to give a blow job to earlier. He stood up, winked at her, and went over to the girls at the makeup tables and joined in on their conversation. Donna walked over to her, her gray eyes scanning Katie’s svelte young body in the skimpy clothing.

“Well, all cleaned up and looking very sexy!” she exclaimed with her trademark cold smile. She turned to the nude women sitting at the makeup tables. One was a pretty brunette with long, wavy hair, and the other was a very young looking blonde. “Linda, Jessica, this is the new girl I was telling you about.” Both girls got up and came over. Donna indicated the pretty, petite brunette. “Katie, this is Linda.” Katie smiled and said hello. Donna took the other girls’ hand, a small blonde who didn’t seem much older than Katie. “And this sweet little thing is Jessica. This will be Jessica’s second movie. Linda’s been in quite a few. You may have seen her on TV.” Both girls smiled and greeted Katie with a hug and peck on the cheek. Jessica smiled warmly, as if understanding Katie’s fear and uncertainty about what was about to happen.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be ok. It’s not that bad.”

Katie forced a smile. Donna walked toward the bed and clapped her hands together.

“Ok, people! Let’s get started!” Linda and Jessica went over by the makeup tables and dressed in outfits similar to the one Katie wore, then joined Donna by the bed.

“Over here, please!” Donna called to Katie, beckoning her over. She walked slowly over to where they stood.

“Ok, here’s the scene,” she said. “You two . . .” she indicated Linda and Jessica. “. . . are two lesbians who decide to recruit Katie here into your . . . deviant lifestyle.” She reached down and lifted Katie’s skirt. “Oops! Maybe you should put on some panties, just for effect.” The woman who had been applying makeup brought her over a pair.

“I should touch her up a bit, too,” she said as she handed the white underwear to Katie.

“Ok, but quickly,” Donna replied with a wave of her hand.

The woman took Katie’s hand. “C’mon, honey. We’ll get you all fixed up.” She led her to one of the chairs and had her undress before dusting her entire body with powder. A few minutes later, Katie put her clothes back on and walked back over to the bed.

“Ok,” Donna said and pointed toward a fake red brick wall. “Let’s start over here.” There were several wooden crates next to it and some papers littered the floor. It looked like an alley in some seedy downtown area. Donna turned to them.

“Linda, you and Jessica will start kissing and making out here in the alley. Make it interesting, lots of heavy petting and tongue action, but no nudity yet.” She turned to Katie. “You come into the picture, see them, and are shocked at first, but then you become curious and watch them. I’ll cue Linda to notice you after a minute or two and invite you to join them. Got it?” Katie just stared at her. “I said, got it?” she repeated, her voice louder.

Katie blinked and swallowed, her brain finally processing what she was being told to do. “D . . do I have any lines?” It seemed like a stupid question, but it just came out before she could stop herself.

The girls giggled and Donna smiled. “No dear. Just use your body language and facial expressions. My buyers don’t care what you say!”

Linda placed an arm around her shoulders. “You’ll do fine. Have you ever made out with a woman before?” Katie shook her head. Linda smiled. “Just do what comes naturally. Jess and I will help you through it. And try to relax! This will be fun!” Katie looked up at her and Linda could see the same fear and revulsion that she’d seen in Carrie’s face the day before. She gave Katie a quick kiss on the lips and walked over to Jessica.

“Ok, all ready?” Donna looked around at the camera people and other members of the production crew, who all gave her affirmative responses. “All right, action!”

Linda took Jessica by the hand and led her to the center of the alley set. She turned and took her small body into her arms and stared into her eyes for a few seconds. Then they started kissing, gently at first, then with more passion. Their tongues probed and hands roamed across each others’ bodies. Katie watched in stunned amazement. It was one thing to see two women kissing on TV, but this was completely different! She felt a hand touch her arm and turned to see Donna standing beside her.

“Ok, honey, you’re on. Just go over there . . .” She pointed to an area at the edge of the set. “And watch them. Remember, at first you’re shocked and surprised, then curious, and finally you start to get a little turned on. Touch yourself, rub your tits. When Linda beckons you over, hesitate, like you’re not sure if you should before you go to them.” She gave her one of her icy stares. “And remember, my time is valuable. If you waste it, you’ll pay dearly!” She held Katie’s gaze until the teenager looked away. “Go,” she said, pushing her toward the set. She went over to where Donna had pointed and waited for her cue.

Donna raised a hand and said, “Ok, Katie, go. And remember, you’re surprised.”

Katie took a deep breath and stepped into the lights. She looked over at Linda and Jessica and gasped, her hand going to her mouth as she hid behind one of the crates, still watching them.

“Very good! Now, back up a little, like you’re going to leave, then stop and watch. That’s it. You’re curious . . . good!” Katie watched the two girls as instructed. It wasn’t hard, because she was a little curious, and still a bit uncertain if she could go through with it. Donna spoke again.

“Ok, Katie, now you’re getting turned on. Rub your tits over your shirt.” Katie brought a hand to her breast and rubbed it. “Good! Now, squeeze it a bit, play with your nipples.” Again, Katie did as instructed. Any chance she had for escape depended on her earning some kind of trust and she was determined to do whatever it took to do just that.

“Wonderful!” Donna exclaimed. “You’re a natural! Ok, Linda, you notice Katie and point her out to Jessica.” She looked at Katie. “You’re embarrassed and turn to leave, but stop when Linda calls you back. From there, just do what comes naturally. But no sucking or licking just yet! We’ll save that for the bedroom!” She sat back in her chair. “Ok, Linda. Whenever you’re ready.”

Linda and Jessica resumed their kiss. Then Linda looked up quickly as if she’d heard a noise and spied Katie standing behind the crate. Katie reacted as Donna had told her. Linda called out, “Wait!” and ran over to her. She took her by the hand with a subtle wink and said, “Don’t go!” She scanned Katie’s tight, sexy body. “Come and join us! It’s always more fun with three!” She led Katie back over to where Jessica stood.

“Hi! You like to watch?” Jessica asked, smiling sexily. Katie looked down, acting embarrassed. Jessica giggled, took her hands, and pulled her to her so that their lips were almost touching. She looked deep into her eyes. “Wanna play with us?” she whispered. Linda stroked Katie’s hair. Katie looked back at Jessica and nodded. Jessica smiled and kissed her.

Jessica’s lips were warm and moist, and very soft. Katie even surprised herself by kissing her back automatically, without having to force herself to. She felt Jessica’s lips part and parted her own in response. Then Jessica’s tongue was in her mouth. It felt wonderful and she found herself pushing her tongue into Jessica’s mouth and flicking it across hers.

‘Holy shit!’ she thought. ‘I’m french-kissing a girl . . . And I think I like it!’

They separated and Jessica winked at her. “Wow!” she whispered. “That was nice!” Before Katie could respond, Linda spun her around and kissed her deeply while Jessica stroked her hair and back. After about thirty seconds, Donna said, “Ok, Linda. Wrap it up and lead them off set. We’ll pick it up again in the bedroom!” Linda broke away from Katie’s lips and stared into her eyes.

“C’mon, honey. Let’s go somewhere a little more private!” She took her and Jessica by the hand and led them off the set.

“And . . . cut!” Donna called. “Very nice, girls! Katie, you’ve shown a lot of initiative. Keep it up!” She stood up. “Take five and have Sharon check your makeup, then we’ll continue.”

The girls went over and sat at the makeup table where Sharon, a thirty-something redhead with a huge rack, fussed over them. Jessica was sitting next to Katie. She reached over from her chair and squeezed Katie’s hand.

“That was some kiss, sweetie!” She smiled and her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at Katie.

“Thanks. I really liked it, too,” Katie replied

“Was that really the first time you’ve kissed a girl?” she asked, still watching Katie closely. Katie nodded.

“Well, you did great.” She paused as if thinking her next words over carefully. “Um, would you . . . object if I asked Donna if we could be roomies? I’d really like to get to know you better!” Katie stared into the pretty blonde’s eyes. It would be great to have someone to talk to, and she somehow found herself attracted to Jessica.

“Do you think she would?” Katie asked.

Jessica grinned. “Does that mean it’s ok with you?”

Katie nodded and returned her grin.

Jessica lowered her voice. “Donna told us you’re still a virgin. Is that true?” Again, Katie nodded. “How old are you?”

Katie lowered her eyes from Jessica’s. “Fourteen,” she said.

“I just turned fifteen three month ago,” Jessica whispered. Katie turned to the beautiful young girl sitting beside her. Jessica smiled warmly. “It’ll be ok. Just do what they say. It’s not nearly as bad as disobeying.” She squeezed Katie’s hand again and Katie squeezed hers back.

“Thanks. I’ll try.”

Donna clapped her hands. “Ok, girls! Let’s go! Break’s over! Back to work!”

They stood and Jessica led the way over to the bedroom set. Linda leaned in close as Katie watched Jessica’s small round ass under her tight skirt. “Looks like you made a friend!” Katie turned and saw she was smiling. She smiled back but said nothing as they approached the set. She hoped she’d also found a trusted ally!

“All right,” Donna said. “This scene is basically your straight-forward girl on girl on girl. The only twist is that Katie’s new to the lesbo scene, which shouldn’t be too hard to do as she really is!” She grinned at Katie, who averted her eyes. “Just do the usual, and make sure Katie tries everything, ok?” They nodded and moved to one side of the set, just off camera.

“Are you ready, honey?” Linda asked.

Katie shrugged nervously. “I guess so. It’s not like I have a choice.”

Linda smiled, ignoring her comment. “Ok, let’s do it!”

“Action!” Donna yelled. Linda led them onto the set and gently pushed Katie to a sitting position on the bed. She embraced Jessica and they began kissing passionately as their hands explored each others’ supple young bodies. Katie was surprised to feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched them. They inched closer to her and Katie stared at Jessica’s tight buttocks only a few inches from her. Before she realized what she was doing, her hand was on them and she gently caressed the soft flesh over her short skirt. She reached around and began rubbing Linda’s ass with her other hand. They broke off their passionate embrace and looked down at Katie, then back at each other and grinned.

Jessica sat down next to Katie and they started kissing. Linda pulled off her top, revealing her smooth round tits, then dropped her short skirt to the floor. She brushed her long hair back over her shoulder and knelt in front of Katie, wearing only a tight black thong. Jessica pushed Katie back so that she was lying prone on her back, but her feet were still on the floor. She leaned down and continued their kiss while rubbing her tits over her tight t-shirt. Katie reacted by thrusting her tongue deep into Jessica’s throat and pulling her closer.

Linda ran her hands along Katie’s legs, eventually reaching along her outer thighs to the spaghetti strap of her borrowed panties. She tugged on them and Katie instinctively lifted her hips so she could pull them off. Linda tossed them aside, then put her hands on Katie’s knees, forcing them apart. Then she ran her fingers along her inner thighs to her sweet, virgin pussy.

Katie gasped into Jessica’s mouth as Linda’s fingers gently stroked the moist flesh of her virgin slit. They broke off their kiss and Linda took Katie’s hands, hauling her up to a sitting position. She held her fingers, wet with fresh pussy juices, to Katie’s lips and urged her to suck on them. Linda then kissed her, and then Jessica, her hands slipping under her shirt. She tugged Jessica’s shirt off to reveal a perfect set of 32C cup tits, firm and supple. Her erect nipples were as thick as her pinky and about half an inch long. She leaned forward so that her tits were in front of Katie’s face.

“Suck on them!” she whispered. Katie hesitated only a second, knowing that Donna was watching her closely, then cupped her breast and sucked the nipple between her teeth. Jessica held her head in place and closed her eyes, throwing her head back. “Yes! Oh! That feels good!”

Linda moved over behind Jessica. She unzipped her mini-skirt and wriggled the tight garment down over her curved hips. She kissed Jessica’s neck and slipped her fingers between her legs. Pushing her panties aside, she slipped two fingers into her twat. Jessica moaned in pleasure and spread her legs a little more. Linda pushed the two fingers deeper inside her warm cunt, bringing louder cries and moans of pleasure from her lips.

After a moment, Linda eased Jessica up, pulling her luscious tits from Katie’s eager mouth. Jessica stood up and lowered her panties, kicking them aside. Jessica and Linda were now both completely naked, while Katie still wore her skirt and t-shirt. They each took one of Katie’s hands and pulled the young girl to her feet. Jessica kissed her then pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her bare breasts and hard nipples. Meanwhile, Linda was working on her short skirt, and it was soon on the floor at her feet. She eyed Katie’s slender body, smiled at Jessica, and gently pushed her back onto the bed. Spreading her legs wide, Linda knelt between them while Jessica lay next to her and sucked on her hard nipples.

Linda licked slowly along Katie’s inner thighs to her sweet virgin pussy. She blew gently across the light peach fuzz, causing Katie to twitch suddenly. With a grin, she stuck out her tongue and licked all along her swollen labia, from her asshole to her erect clit.

Katie gasped. “Oh, yes!! That feels so good!” Linda licked her lips and repeated her tonguing again and again. Katie sighed and moaned, her body twitching occasionally. Jessica watched, becoming more turned on as Katie moaned and writhed on the bed.

“Do me!” she whispered to Katie, and swung a leg over her chest. She lowered her dripping pussy to Katie’s mouth. “Please, baby! Lick my pussy! Please!” Katie could smell the musky-sweet aroma of Jessica’s wet pussy. She stuck out her tongue and gave it a tentative lick.

“Oh, yeah!! Don’t stop!” Jessica cried.

Katie did her best to imitate what Linda was doing to her own pussy. The feeling was indescribable. Linda was creating sensations within her like she’d never felt before, not even when she masturbated! Even though she was really trying her best with Jessica’s pussy, Katie was too distracted and she had to constantly pause while Linda’s tongue triggered yet another small orgasm. Jessica realized that Katie wouldn’t be able to give her the attention she needed as long as Linda was still eating her, so she climbed off her face and joined Linda between her legs.

The combined feeling of two tongues licking her pussy was too much. Jessica pulled back the little hood that covered her clitoris and sucked the little bud between her lips, teasing it with her tongue. That was when Katie lost it. She felt a warm tingle building deep in her womb and a pressure in her vagina as her muscles contracted.

“Oh, god yes!” she cried, gripping the bed covers tightly in her clenched fists. Jessica sucked hard on her clit while Linda pushed her tongue deeper into her vagina. Katie’s body tensed, then began shaking and quivering as she climaxed several times. Waves of intense pleasure surged through her trembling body as she came over and over from the combined efforts of the two girls. She was bucking her body so hard that Linda and Jessica were forced to cease their oral attentions and watched in awe as she continued to cum even after they’d stopped! When her thrashing was reduced to shudders and gasps for air, Jessica rubbed her swollen pussy lovingly, speaking softly to her in hushed whispers. Katie lay there panting for breath, smiling occasionally at something Jessica whispered into her ear.

“And . . . cut!” Donna cried. “Wonderful! Wonderful! Katie, that was an exceptional debut performance!” Linda and Jessica each kissed her on the lips.

Jessica leaned in close to her ear and whispered, “You taste delicious! I could eat your pussy all day!” She gazed into her eyes and kissed her again, then was gone.

Katie closed her eyes and remained lying on the bed, still trying to catch her breath as the production crew scurried about taking away all the video equipment. They paid little or no attention to the naked teen lying spread eagle on the bed.

“Well, I’m impressed!” Katie opened her eyes to see Donna looking down at her. “You exceeded my expectations. It appears that we understand each other.”

Katie managed a weak smile. “It . . . it was kinda . . .fun!”

Donna’s lips formed a smile, but her eyes didn’t reflect humor. “That’s good. Just be sure you don’t disappoint me. That would be very bad. For you, and for your friends!” She locked her eyes on Katie’s for a brief moment, then turned and walked away.

Katie knew a warning when she heard one. Somehow Donna either knew or suspected what she was up to! Shit! Maybe she’d been too quick to suddenly be the perfect little slut. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched as Donna walked away. ‘Well, I’m not giving up!’ she thought. ‘I will get out of here . . . and Carrie and Debbie are coming with me!’

Donna clapped her hands loudly. “All right! That’s a wrap for today! Good shoot, people! We’ll continue tomorrow!”

Katie sat up, found her clothes and got dressed. She glanced over and saw Jessica talking to Donna and look her way. Donna looked over at her, then back to Jessica and nodded. She went over to the door, spoke to the man who escorted Katie to the set, then left. The man looked over at Jessica, who nodded, then over to Katie. Then, he too opened the door, and walked out. Jessica walked over as Katie was adjusting the tiny skirt.

“Hey, there!” she said, giving Katie a peck on the cheek. “Getting your strength back?”

Katie smiled and nodded. “That was incredible! I’ve never felt like that before!”

Jessica smiled and took her by the hand. “I’m glad you enjoyed it! I know I sure enjoyed doing it to you!” Katie lowered her eyes and blushed. “Hey! I’ve got a surprise for you! Donna agreed to let us bunk together! Isn’t that awesome?!”

Katie’s eyebrows went up in surprise. “She . . . she said yes?!”

Jessica nodded exuberantly, a huge smile on her pretty face. “Uh-huh! As long as you keep up the good work on the set, we can be roomies!” She leaned closer and added in a low whisper, “Very special roomies!”

Katie looked into her cute face and nodded, smiling. Jessica took her hand. “C’mon, roomie! Let me show you your, I mean our, room!”

[BJ Cortland]

Chapter 10


Carrie lay unmoving for a long time on the bed after Linda had run out of the room crying. Her mind felt numb, detached from her aching body. She still couldn’t believe what they’d done to her! And after Linda pretended to be her friend! That bitch! So what if she had apologized and seemed genuinely upset after it had happened. Fuck her. She let it happen.

She slowly crawled from the blood and cum-soaked sheets and made her way into the bathroom. Her reflection frightened her. Did she really look like that? Dried cum coated her face and her hair was disheveled and streaked with it as well. She turned on the shower and stood under the steaming water for a good half hour trying to scrub away all the dirt. It didn’t help. She finally got out, toweled off, and went back out to the bedroom.

She stepped into the room and was surprised to see her bed changed and neatly made. There was a pile of clothes neatly folded on the bed. She picked them up and noticed that instead of the expected selection from ‘Hookers R Us’, they were a pair of comfortable looking cotton pajamas. She quickly pulled them on and was finishing buttoning up the top when the door opened and Donna walked in, followed closely by Steve. Carrie stood perfectly still, her eyes following them through the room.

Steve stopped by the door and folded his arms across his chest, watching her intently. Donna walked over to the other side of the bed and looked across at the frightened girl. Carrie tried to meet her gaze, but once again Donna’s steel gray eyes bore into hers until she looked away.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, her eyes still locked on Carrie’s face. Carrie didn’t reply. She just stood looking at the floor. Donna moved along the side of the bed, then said, “It didn’t have to be like that. If you had been a little more cooperative with Linda, we would have gone easier on you. Your attitude made me think you were going to take too long unless we forced you into it.”

Carrie looked up at her, hatred burning behind her green eyes, but she bit her tongue and said nothing. Donna noticed the angry look, but ignored it.

“You feel you were wronged. That I had no right to do that to you,” she said calmly, then turned suddenly, glaring menacingly at Carrie. “But you have no rights here!” she hissed. “I fucking own you and I’ll do whatever the hell I want to you!” Over by the door, Steve grinned and winked at Carrie, making a kissing motion with his lips.

“Now, I realize that you’re sore right now. Bill really gave that little twat of yours a workout,” she continued, her voice dropping to a more congenial level once more. “So I won’t have you fucking again for a day or two. But, I wanted to see if you can accept your situation and take my orders. Therefore,” she motioned to Steve. “You’re going to give Steve a blow job. Right now.”

Carrie’s face fell and her stomach lurched. Steve grinned and licked his lips. Donna motioned him over and he walked over to where Carrie stood, visibly shaking.

“N . . . no. . . please . . .,” she pleaded.

Donna chuckled and rubbed Steve’s shoulders as he stood before her. “Come, come. It won’t take long, then you can relax for a couple of days!” She ran her hand over Steve’s chest and down to the growing bulge in his sweat pants. “I believe Steve is about ready. On your knees, Carrie. Get to work.”

Tears came to her eyes as she obediently dropped to her knees and lowered Steve’s pants. His huge cock flopped out and she grasped it in her small hand. She opened her mouth and slowly slid it in, wrapping her lips around the thick shaft.

“There! That’s not so bad, now, is it?” Donna exclaimed, still massaging Steve’s shoulders. “Now get on with it. When he cums, he’s going to pull out and shoot it into your mouth. I want you to swallow it. Understand?”

Carrie murmured that she did and began bobbing her pretty head on Steve’s huge dick. Donna kissed him while Carrie sucked him off, stroking his cock as she did. Before long, Steve began to moan and Carrie sensed he was about to cum. It was amazing how quickly she had learned to recognize it.

Steve started panting and suddenly yanked his thick cock from her mouth. “Keep your mouth open and hold it right there!” Donna ordered. Carrie obeyed and a few seconds later felt warm gobs of cum hitting her nose, cheeks, lips , and tongue as Steve jerked off in her face. “Wait until he’s done, then swallow!” A few seconds later, Steve pushed his cock to her lips, smearing the cum across them. “Ok, swallow, then suck his cock clean,” Donna said, watching her.

Carrie forced the warm goo down then cleaned the remaining cum from Steve’s cock and sat back on her knees, looking up at them with undisguised hatred. Drops of white cum streamed down her pretty face and hung from her chin. Donna scooped a drop just as it was about to fall and held her finger to Carrie’s lips. Carrie glared at her but sucked the finger clean.

“Very good, my dear,” Donna said with a little smile. “You seem to understand what I want. Next we’ll work on your technique. You have to appear to be enjoying yourself, whether giving head, eating pussy, or fucking.” Carrie just sat expressionless, watching her. With a cold smile, Donna said, “If you don’t look sexy, happy, and really into whatever you’re doing on film, then you’re useless to me. In that case, I have an . . . associate . . . who I can sell you to. He’ll put you to work on the street, where the clientele doesn’t give a shit if you’re having fun or not. And trust me, if you think it’s rough here, you don’t want to be working for him!” She paused, letting her words sink in. Carrie’s expression remained the same, although her eyes darkened. “I’ll give you a day or two to think about it.” She turned and left without so much as a backwards glance at Carrie, still kneeling on the floor next to the bed.

Carrie remained there for a few minutes, then stood almost trance-like and went into the bathroom to wash the cum from her face and hair. She stared at her reflection in the mirror, the once so pretty and innocent face looking years older. A tear ran down one cheek, then the floodgates opened and she slumped to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. How could this be happening to her? She had her whole life ahead of her. Young and beautiful, she would have been one of the A crowd in high school. And now, she was nothing more than a sex slave to a brutal tyrant. She gradually pulled herself to her feet and made her way back to the bed. She flicked on the TV and yet another porno came on. Carrie stared as a woman caught a face full of cum from two huge dicks, then buried her face in her pillow, once more sobbing until she finally fell asleep, her future flashing before her on the TV.


Chapter 11


Jessica held Katie’s hand and led her down a series of hallways until they came to door with the number 425 on it. Jessica opened the door and stepped aside, gesturing Katie in. “Home sweet home!” she said with a grin.

“Your door isn’t locked?” Katie asked as she stepped inside. Unlike her previous accommodations, which resembled a cheap motel room, this looked like an apartment. They entered a room with a large couch, two easy chairs, and a big screen TV. There was a small kitchenette off to one side with a refrigerator and microwave. There was a set of double french doors on the back wall.

“They used to,” Jessica explained. “When I started being a good little slut, they moved me here and allowed me to walk around the halls. I guess I must have earned their trust.” She shrugged. “Besides, where could I go? The elevators are the only way out of here and you need a key and PIN number to use them.” She pointed to the french doors. “That’s the bedroom. The bathroom’s in there on the left.”

Katie walked over and peeked into the bedroom. There was a king sized bed in the center, with another TV and a makeup table. A small chest of drawers stood on the other wall next to a door.

“Wait til you see the bathroom!” Jessica exclaimed, squeezing past a shocked Katie. She pushed the door open to the bathroom and Katie could see a large whirlpool tub. She went over and looked in, her eyes wide. Besides the bathtub, there was a shower that looked big enough for four people. There were several showerheads all along the tiled walls at different levels, as well as the one in the usual place over your head.

“That shower is unbelievable!” Jessica said from behind her. “I can’t make up my mind which I like better - it or the whirlpool!”

Katie turned to her, shaking her head in disbelief. “B . . . but how? My room was so small! I don’t understand . . .”

Jessica put a finger to Katie’s lips. “I know. I was in one like that, too, at first. Once I stopped fighting it and did as I was told, they moved me into this room!” Katie looked around at the posh room, still a little awestruck. Jessica moved behind her and wrapped her arms around her narrow waist.

“How about a nice bath, baby? Or a shower?” She brushed Katie’s long curls from her neck and kissed it sensuously. Katie sighed at the touch of her warm, soft lips on her skin and moved her head to one side so she could have easier access. Jessica moved her hands slowly up Katie’s stomach to her firm tits, caressing them over her top until her nipples were hard and sensitive.

Katie swallowed hard and managed to say, “Uh, yeah . . . ok!” while Jessica continued kissing her neck and caressing her soft breasts. She closed her eyes as Jessica’s fingers gently pulled and twisted her sensitive nipples. She lifted Katie’s top over her head, her tits bouncing slightly as they fell back into place. She looked over her shoulder at their reflections in the mirror. Her hands still stroked and fondled Katie’s bare tits.

“You have beautiful tits!” she whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. Katie smiled and placed her hands on Jessica’s, pressing them harder onto her tits. Then she turned and kissed Jessica on the lips while reaching for the hem of her top.

“Yours are pretty nice, too!” she exclaimed as she lifted Jessica’s top off, and immediately cupped one in her hand before lowering her lips to the nipple and sucking it into her mouth. Jessica sighed and put a hand to Katie’s head.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, Katie! That feels so nice!” Encouraged by her words, Katie sucked on each nipple for several minutes. While she did, Jessica moved her hands to Katie’s skirt, unzipped it, and let it drop to the floor at her feet. Katie reached up and pulled Jessica’s skirt down without stopping her oral attentions and dropped it to the floor. Jessica stepped free of it and kicked it aside.

“Let me turn on the shower, honey. We can continue this in there!” Jessica said. Katie reluctantly released her nipples, giving each one a quick kiss. She straightened up, grinning seductively at her new friend.

“Did I do ok?”

Jessica kissed her back and turned on the shower. “Ok?! You made me wet! See?!” She took Katie’s hand and pressed it between her legs. When Katie pulled her fingers free, they were wet and slick with her juices. Katie giggled then put them into her mouth and sucked them clean before Jessica pulled her into the shower. They embraced and kissed passionately as he water sprayed them from all angles. They washed each other slowly and sensuously, then stepped out and toweled off.

“You’re right!” Katie exclaimed as she hung up her towel. “That shower is incredible!”

Jessica giggled, hung up her towel, and walked naked into the bedroom. Katie followed her. Jessica stopped as soon as she stepped through the door, causing Katie to bump into her.

“Hey! Wh . . .” Her words faded as she looked past Jessica to see Donna and Steve sitting on the edge of the bed.





“Hi girls!” Donna said with a little wave and a thin smile. “You remember Steve, don’t you, Katie?” He grinned and waved to her.

“Donna, what’s going on?,” Jessica asked, casting a wary eye at them. Donna flashed her patented expressionless smile.

“Well, I decided that since Katie did such a great job this morning, maybe she would prefer if her first time was . . . a little more intimate. Steve agreed to help out.”

Jessica could feel Katie’s hands grip her shoulders a little tighter. “Oh, I see,” was all she said.

“Of course, you’re welcome to join in, Jess!” Donna added, her lips curling in a slight grin.

Jessica smiled a little. “I’d like that.” She placed her hand over one of Katie’s, which was still squeezing her shoulder, and turned her head slightly. “Would that be ok with you, Katie?”

Katie, still hiding behind her, only stared and said nothing.

“Come on out here, honey,” Donna said, standing. “Wouldn’t you rather do this here than on the set tomorrow?” She paused, thinking. “Actually, it wouldn’t be tomorrow if we do it here. You’ll be a little tender and I’ll give you a day or two to recover before we start filming again.” Katie remained behind Jessica, her eyes going back and forth from Donna to Steve.

Donna watched her in silence for a few seconds, then shrugged. “Well, if you’d rather do it on the set tomorrow . . .” She beckoned to Steve and they both started for the door.

“No, wait!” Jessica cried. They both stopped and turned to her. Jessica gripped Katie’s arms and looked into her eyes.

“Sweetie, they’re going to do it, one way or the other. Wouldn’t it be better to do it here? With me?” Her eyes pleaded with Katie’s. They remained staring at each other for a long moment. Donna turned again to leave.

“I . . . Ok, I’ll do it,” Katie finally said quietly. A look of relief spread across Jessica’s face. She smiled and kissed Katie quickly on the lips.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “They may have taken you away from me if you didn’t say yes!”

“Well, ok then!” Donna exclaimed. “Just give me a moment to set up the camera!”

Katie froze, her naked body still partially hidden behind Jessica. “C . . camera? But I thought you said . . .”

Donna shot a cold look her way, then grinned maliciously. “I said we could do it here instead of on the set, but there’s no way I’m not getting it on film!” She softened a little. “Relax, I’ll operate the camera. No one else will be here.”

Jessica took her hands and kissed her. “It’ll be ok, Katie. I’ll be right there with you.” She led her to the bed. Although she had been naked before in front of other people, it was still very humiliating and she felt her face getting hot as she felt Steve’s eyes following them. He was standing on the other side of the bed and had already stripped down to his boxers. Donna finished setting up a camera mounted on a tripod at the side of the bed. She held another one in her hand.

“All set,” she said, nodding to them and raising the camera to her eye. “Action!”

Steve walked over to the naked teenagers, his dick already getting hard at the sight of their firm young bodies and the pleasures he would be receiving from them. He took Jessica into his strong arms and kissed her passionately. As he did, Donna called out, “Ok, Katie. Drop to your knees. You know what to do!”

Katie inhaled a deep breath and knelt in front of Steve’s bulging shorts. She tugged the boxers down, exposing his semi-hard cock, already nearly six inches long. She pulled his shorts from his feet and tossed them aside. Reaching out, she grasped the huge prick in her small hand. Even at half mast, it’s girth filled her hand. He broke off his kiss with Jessica and she dropped to her knees next to Katie. They kissed, then Jessica licked along Steve’s now fully erect, nine inch cock from base to tip. She pulled away and indicated for Katie to do the same. She did, then opened her mouth and slipped the thick, purple head between her lips, taking three or four inches in. Steve sighed as her warm, soft tongue swirled over the sensitive tip.

“Oh, yeah!” he moaned, closing his eyes.

Jessica watched Katie suck on the thick cock for a few moments, then touched her shoulder. “Go lay on the bed! I want to eat your pussy!” Katie slipped the slick cock from her mouth and lay on her back on the big bed. Jessica winked at her with a seductive smile, pushed her legs apart, and crawled between then, all the while kissing along her inner thighs. She reached the sweet, pink slit of Katie’s virgin pussy and slowly started licking along the length of it, over and over. Katie sighed and closed her eyes, her teeth chewing on her lower lip. Despite the circumstances, she loved having her pussy licked! The fact that it was Jessica doing it made it even more erotic and she gave in to the warm feelings, rising her hips in time to her licking.

Steve eyed Jessica’s cute little ass waving in the air as she nibbled and licked on Katie’s sweet little cunt. He moved behind her and began rubbing his long, hard tool along her wet slit. Jessica moaned into Katie’s pussy and pushed back against Steve’s huge tool, trying to force it into her wet, tight snatch. Finally, he grasped her narrow hips and pushed his cock deep inside her waiting pussy in one motion. She cried out into Katie’s pussy as it slid into her until she felt his pubic hair tickling the smooth skin of her tight buttocks and his balls slapping against her wet lips. It wasn’t the first time his huge prick had been inside her tiny cunt, but it felt like she was being fucked by a baseball bat as he rammed it home. His face twisted into a grimace as it slid in and out of the fifteen year old pussy. She raised her face from Katie’s pussy, her chin wet with her juices, and moaned in ecstacy as he bottomed out again and again.

“Oh, shit! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck meeee!” she cried, her hands gripping the sheets as her young body rocked under the force of his thrusts.

Katie opened her eyes and started watching when Jessica’s mouth was pulled from her pussy. From her position, she couldn’t see Steve’s cock going into Jessica’s cunt, but she knew exactly what was happening. She watched in open mouthed awe as the huge, nine inch prick was driven into her new lover over and over, and tried to imagine what it must feel like. Deep inside, she knew she would soon know first hand.

“Yes!” Jessica was now moaning. “More! Harder! Faster! Ohhhhh . . .!” Steve, more than happy to comply, started moving faster, their bodies slapping together noisily. Jessica dropped her head to the bed and moaned loudly. Katie, thinking that he must be hurting her, sat up.

“Jess? Are you all right?”

Jessica’s head bobbed as her body continued to be rocked by Steve’s pounding thrusts.

“Uh . . . huh! F . . . f . . . feels . . . so . . . fucking . . . good!” She dropped her head again, a strangled gurgle escaping her lips as her body tensed in a massive orgasm. Her tight pussy clamped down hard on Steve’s cock, trapping inside her. Her pussy eased up on his cock and he started moving again. Grunting loudly and gasping for air, she came again and again, each orgasm squeezing Steve’s cock in a vise-like grip. Feeling he wouldn’t be able to last much longer in the feisty blonde’s velvet grip, he managed to pull his massive tool from her dripping cunt, and stepped back, breathing heavily. Jessica moaned again, her stretched pussy grasping for the thick phallus that was no longer there. She continued to cum for a few seconds, then collapsed to Katie’s lap, completely exhausted and spent.

“Jessica?” Katie asked, stroking her hair. Jessica raised one finger, took a few breaths, and raised her face to Katie. She was covered with sweat and her face and upper body were flushed bright red.

“K . . . Katie, you have got to take a ride on that!” she gasped. She gave her a weak grin and rolled over onto her back, looking up at Steve. “Th . . . thanks, Steve! You are one great fuck!”


Steve grinned and made a kissing motion. “You’re pretty fucking hot yourself, Jess!” He looked up at Katie. “Your turn, baby!”

Katie looked down at the large cock, it’s shaft glistening with Jessica’s fresh cum, then over to Jessica, still lying panting on the bed next to her.

“Come on, Katie! The cameras are rolling!” Donna called from behind the hand held camera she was looking through. With a resigned sigh, Katie lay back on the bed and slowly spread her legs wide, her small pussy opening to show the delicate pink folds inside. Steve moved to her feet, his thick cock bobbing over her. He crawled on his knees across the bed and stopped with his still wet dick next to her face. Katie didn’t have to be told what to do. She sat up and took the slick member into her mouth, tasting his musky precum mixed with Jessica’s sweet wetness. Steve moaned deep in his throat and placed both hands on the back of her head, entwining his fingers in her blonde hair. He began pushing her head back and forth on his long hard cock, forcing it deep into her mouth to the back of her throat. Katie was getting used to giving head and had no trouble not gagging as the thick monster was pushed repeatedly into her mouth.

He kept this up for a few minutes until Donna said, “Ok, Steve, let’s get to it.”

The big prick was pulled from Katie’s lips and he released her hair. He moved back to the floor between her splayed legs and crawled up until his face was inches from her virgin pussy. She could feel his warm breath on her lips as he moved closer, blowing gently across her engorged labia before licking it, then pushing his long tongue between the folds and into the pink flesh beyond. Katie sighed as his tongue gently caressed her wet slit and moved up to her clitoris, which was erect and stood out like a mini cock from it’s protective hood. Donna moved in for a close-up.

“Very nice, Katie! You have such a sweet little pussy!,” she said, aiming the camera directly at it. Katie merely moaned. She was too caught up in the wonderful sensations created by Steve’s talented tongue to care about anything else at that time. “Such a tiny little clit! And those fine hairs! But we’ll take care of those! We want you to look clean and pure!” she exclaimed. ‘And as young as possible!’ she thought.

Steve lifted his head from her tender twat and moved up to her tits, sucking and nibbling on each erect nipple. As he sucked them, Katie felt a hand on hers. She turned her head to see Jessica smiling at her.

“I’m right here, baby. You’ll be fine!” Katie returned her smile warily, the apprehension visible in her deep blue eyes. Steve moved up so that his huge cock was rubbing against her pussy. Katie looked from Jessica up to Steve, her lip trembling.

“Ready?” he asked. Jessica squeezed her hand and Katie nodded almost imperceptibly. He slid the bulbous head up and down her swollen lips until he located her tiny opening. He applied gentle pressure, watching her face intently. Katie screwed her eyes shut and held Jessica’s hand tighter, feeling enormous pressure as Steve tried to work his cock into her tight virgin pussy. Finally, he managed to get it started into her opening without having to push too hard.

“Ok, here we go!” he said and pushed his hard cock inside her. Katie cried out as her pussy was stretched wide to accommodate the huge, purple head. Jessica gripped her hand and pulled herself to a sitting position next to Katie’s head.

“Sshhh . . . it’s ok, honey. The pain will pass. Try to relax and it will go easier. Your body needs to stretch more.”

Katie grit her teeth and nodded. Steve pushed the thick tool deeper into her virgin cunt. He pushed through her hymen and she felt a sharp pain as he did, but the constant pressure of his thick cock stretching her small vagina was too much of a distraction for her to give it more than a passing acknowledgment. He continued to push in, then stopped, his face damp with perspiration.

“You did it!” Jessica cried, squeezing her hand. Katie opened her eyes. Surprisingly, she felt no pain. But she did feel like she was being split in half by the huge cock buried in her pussy. Steve grinned and raised up so she could see. She lifted her head and looked down. His huge cock was completely buried inside her! She could feel his heartbeat as it throbbed against the sensitive walls of her vagina.

He pulled it out so only the tip remained inside and Katie gasped as he passed the area where her hymen had been, the pain flaring up again. She set her jaw and tried to concentrate on the good feelings instead of the pain as Steve began a long slow fuck in and out of her tight cunt. After a few minutes, the pain began to ease and she found her body adapting to his huge size. It was replaced by a tingle deep inside her, a feeling she recognized as the start of an orgasm.

Steve was also having an easier time. Although she was still incredibly tight, he no longer needed to force his cock into her. For the first little while, it took all his will power to keep from shooting his load into her velvet soft pussy. Especially after the energetic fuck he and Jessica had just had. He noticed Katie had now relaxed a bit and was starting to respond to his movements. He picked up the pace, sighing as the added friction increased the sensations in his groin.

Katie began pumping her slender hips in time to Steve’s thrusts. The feelings of pleasure were by now far greater than any residual pain. As she felt her climax approaching, she pumped her hips faster, urging Steve to increase the speed of his thrusts. Soon they were fucking madly, the sound of their sweat-soaked skin slapping together mixed with their mutual grunts and moans. Before long, Katie felt her body on the verge of orgasm.

“Yes! Oh, god, yes! Don’t . . . stop! Please, don’t stop! Oh!! OH! OHHHhhhhh . . .!” Her moans faded to a silent scream as her body tensed and her back arched as the first orgasm exploded inside her. Her young body shivered, shuddered, and jerked uncontrollably as Steve continued pumping his huge cock in and out of her clenching pussy. Her pussy gripped his shaft tightly in his soft grip and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Oh, shit! I’m cumming!” he cried and pumped in and out quickly a few times before burying his cock deep inside her spasming twat and filling her with load after load of hot semen.

Katie could feel the hot cum splashing against her sensitive pussy walls. She was just starting to come down from her orgasm when she was engulfed in another, brought on by the erotic feeling of Steve’s cum shooting into her. She moaned and her body tensed once again, her muscles straining as another powerful orgasm wracked her young body. Steve watched her beautiful face twist into a grimace of pleasure, red with exertion, until she finally relaxed and collapsed exhausted to Jessica’s embrace. Her head rested on her thigh and she could feel the warm moisture of her pussy on her other cheek. Steve, still panting heavily, grinned at her.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

Katie opened her eyes, her breasts heaving as she too fought for breath. She nodded slightly.

“Uh-huh! That was . . .” She closed her eyes again and her lips formed a contented smile. “ . . . really good!”

Jessica leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

Katie nodded again, keeping her eyes closed. Steve pulled his softening penis from her tortured pussy. She grimaced as it slid free, feeling a sense of loss as her vagina grasped at it, still trying to grip the hard shaft. A large pool of cum drooled from her pussy to the bed, forming a puddle beneath her on the sheets.

Steve leaned forward and kissed her, then Jessica. “You two can really wear a guy out!” he said with a smile, then stood up and went into the bathroom.

Donna lowered the camera and clapped her hands slowly. “Very good, girls! Katie, you can take a couple of days off. You’ll need to recover. Jessica, I’ll need you tomorrow. Studio B, nine am.” Steve emerged from the bathroom. He dressed, then helped Donna gather up the cameras, and they both left without another word.

Jessica and Katie lay on the bed for a while, neither speaking for several minutes. Finally, Katie looked up at her.

“That wasn’t bad,” she said with a little smile. “I kind of liked it!”

Jessica smiled down at the pretty blonde. “Really? I couldn’t tell!” They both giggled and Jessica’s face turned serious. “Are you sure you’re ok, honey?”

Katie sat up slowly and gingerly touched her swollen red pussy. “I am a little sore, but, yeah, I’ll be ok.”

Jessica nodded and kissed her on the lips. “You’ll feel better tomorrow, or the next day. It happens to me even now after a fuck like that!” She kissed her again, this time with more passion, their tongues touching. They pulled apart and Jessica stood up.

“Come on. We need another shower!” Katie got up and followed her into the bathroom, reliving in her mind the intense orgasms she’d just experienced.

[BJ Cortland]

Chapter 12


Debbie awoke on her bed, still naked. She raised her body from the sheets, the dried cum pulling them with her. She pulled herself free, got to her feet and went into the bathroom. The face in the mirror was a mess, the dried cum flaking on her face and body. It also clung in gobs to her limp hair as well.

A tear ran down her cheek as she remembered her experience the night before with Andrew. Turning on the shower, she stepped into the warm water and began to think back on the previous night’s events. She had been sure he felt the same way about her as she had about him. And then, after she gave him what her mother referred to as her most precious gift, willingly, he’d suddenly turned violent. Feeling dirty and used, she began sobbing as the warm water washed the dried goo from her skin and hair.

Half an hour later, she climbed out of the shower, still feeling dirty, and dried herself off. She wrapped the towel around her body and went back into the bedroom. She was startled to see her bed made up with clean sheets and Donna sitting in the chair next to the TV.

“Good morning, Debbie. I hope you slept well.” Debbie just stared at her, a combination of fear and hatred in her eyes. Whatever Andrew had done to her, she was certain it under this woman’s orders. “Andrew tells me that you’re ready for your first movie.” Debbie remained silent, still staring vacantly at her captor. Donna stood and moved toward her. “I’ll need to see for myself. Drop the towel, please.” Her words were calm, as if she was a teacher asking her for her homework.

Debbie stood unmoving. Donna silently approached her and pulled the towel from her body. She stared coldly into Debbie’s eyes. “When I tell you to do something, you fucking well do it!”

Debbie, startled at Donna’s actions and harsh words, began to cry again. Donna ignored her sobs and examined her naked body. “Hmmm . . . better, but you still need to lose a few more pounds. We can work with you, though.” She folded the towel and placed it under her arm, then turned her cold eyes to Debbie’s. “How did you like fucking Andrew last night? Was it everything you dreamed it would be?” Her mocking tone and sinister smile forced Debbie to bite her tongue to keep from blurting out something she knew she’d regret saying. Tears ran down her cheeks and she started sobbing louder.

Donna sighed and rolled her eyes. “Honey, I told him to seduce you and have sex with you. He didn’t do it because he likes you!” She shook her head, chuckling. “Teenagers!”

Debbie sat on the bed, her head in her hands. Her young naked body was wracked with huge sobs, partly because of Andrew, but mostly because of the hopeless situation she was in. Donna walked over and stood over her.

“Get over it. There’ll be other guys. Lots of other guys!” She reached down and laid a hand on Debbie’s shoulder. “Come with me.”

Debbie looked up at her and wiped her eyes, sniffling as she looked around the room. “Wh . . .where are my clothes?”

Donna smiled coldly and pulled the naked teen to her feet. “You’ll be ok like this. We’re all pretty informal around here.” Debbie’s jaw dropped and she looked pleadingly at Donna.

“B . . . but I can’t walk around . . . naked!”

Donna’s cold expression didn’t change. She shrugged. “Why not? You’ll only be getting undressed again when we get there. Come on.”

She took Debbie’s hand and led her toward the door, pulling it open. “After you,” she said. Remembering Donna’s warnings about obeying orders, she put one arm across her breasts and covered her pussy with the other, then lowered her head and stepped out into the hall.

“This way,” Donna said, pointing down the hall. Slowly, Debbie started walking, hoping against hope that they wouldn’t meet anyone.

“Arms at your sides!” Donna said from behind her. Debbie reluctantly dropped her arms after a brief hesitation, her large tits quivering with each step. They met a couple of girls along the way, both fully clothed. They glanced briefly at Debbie, then said hello to Donna. She had never been so humiliated in her life.

“Ok, here we are!” Donna exclaimed as they approached a door. She opened it and stepped aside, allowing Debbie to enter to first. She walked in and was surprised to see four other girls about her age in various states of undress. They were all wearing parts of what Debbie decided were cheerleader outfits - short red and white pleated skirts and tight matching tops. A couple looked her way and Debbie blushed, embarrassed to be the only naked person in the room. Not to mention that while she had lost several pounds, the tiny bodies on the others made her feel as big as she ever was.

Donna followed her in and pointed to the left side of the room where several makeup tables were situated.

“Take a seat. Sharon will get you all fixed up, then you can find an outfit from the rack.” She led Debbie to a chair and sat her down, then beckoned to a red haired woman with a large bust. The woman came over, smiling warmly at Debbie.

“Another one? This flick’s got a big cast!” she said, winking at Debbie.

Donna merely nodded slightly. “Get her into makeup and have Joanne find an outfit that will fit her chest.” Sharon nodded and grinned as she eyed Debbie’s large tits.

“That could be a challenge,” she said. “She’s almost as big as I am!”

Debbie sat in the chair staring at her naked reflection in the mirror. Donna said, “I’ll go check on the others. Try to hurry. We’re running a little behind.” Sharon nodded and went right to work. She applied some eyeliner and rouge, then dusted her entire body with powder. The whole time she didn’t stop talking about the hard time she’d had fighting off the boys with her own double D tits when she was Debbie’s age. Debbie didn’t speak the whole time. She just stared into the mirror while Sharon did her work.

“There! All done!” she said after about fifteen minutes. “Go on over and see Joanne. She’s the blonde over there.” She pointed to a woman in a knee length skirt with short blonde hair. “She’ll find you something to wear.”

Debbie walked over to Joanne and stood watching as she passed a top to a pretty blonde girl who pulled it over her head and adjusted it around her tits.

“That looks good, Jessica,” Joanne said to her. “You’re all set. Go on and join the others.” She turned and saw Debbie standing there, trying to hide her nakedness behind the rack of clothes. “Oh, there you are. Let’s see . . .” She pulled Debbie out from her hiding place and surveyed her large breasts thoughtfully. “I think I may have something . . .” She turned and flipped through the clothes on a rack, then pulled out a short red and white pleated skirt. “Here, try this on while I try to find something to cover that rack.”

Debbie quickly pulled the skirt over her hips. It was very short - designed to be worn with white cotton panties, the kind that were meant to be seen occasionally. Even so, it felt good to have something to cover herself with, no matter how short-lived it would be. Joanne passed her a white top.

“Try this on. It should fit.”

Debbie slipped it on. It was tight, but would do. Joanne looked her over, then tugged at the top, adjusting it over her tits. “That’ll do fine,” she said with a smile. She pointed to the other girls who were sitting and chatting on the couch on the other side of the room. “The other girls are over there. Why don’t you go get acquainted?” She went back to the rack of clothes.

Debbie hesitated until the blonde - Jessica - noticed her and waved her over. She approached them slowly, warily. Besides Jessica, there was a petite brunette with long, straight hair falling nearly halfway down her back; a redhead with thick wavy hair cascading over her shoulders; and a very scared looking girl with shoulder length brown curly hair. Jessica was chatting with the redhead and petite brunette, while the other girl sat nervously on the couch staring at nothing.

“Hi!” Jessica said as she neared. “You must be new, too!” Debbie nodded mutely, looking at each of them in turn.

“I’m Darlene,” the redhead said, holding out her hand. Debbie shook it.

“Debbie,” she replied quietly.

Darlene nodded to the brunette with the long hair. “This is Zoe.” Debbie nodded to her. “And that’s Michelle,” she said, indicating the girl sitting at the end of the couch. “She’s new, too!” Darlene whispered. Debbie looked over at the terrified girl and immediately felt some kind of connection. She walked over and sat next to her. Michelle, startled, jumped and shied away from her.

Debbie smiled at her, looking straight into her large brown eyes. “My name’s Debbie and I’m new, too,” she said softly.

Michelle looked at her, then a tear ran down her cheek. “Wh . . . why are they doing this?” she asked pleadingly. “I’m only fourteen!” Debbie lowered her eyes and sighed, slowly shaking her head.

“I know. Me too. I don’t know why.” She looked over at the other girls. “Have you guys been here long?”

Jessica shrugged. “A few months, I guess. I was fourteen, too. I guess I must be fifteen by now.” Darlene was the oldest, nearly sixteen. Zoe was also fourteen.

“But they can’t make us do this!” Michelle cried. “We’re all underage!”

Debbie squeezed her hand. “They don’t care. We’re just property to them.” She thought back at the line from the note in her room - ‘You belong to us’ - and shivered. “My friends and I were kidnaped . . . must be three weeks ago, now. I haven’t seen them since.” Jessica spoke up.

“I’ve seen a few other girls. What are their names?”

“Carrie and Katie,” she replied.

Jessica grinned. “Is Katie a cute little blonde with long curly hair and a hot body?”

Debbie’s eyes widened, ignoring the comment about Katie’s ‘hot’ body. “Yes! Have you seen her?!”

Jessica nodded and sat down on the other side of Michelle. “Uh-huh. She’s my roommate. We’re . . .” She paused, then grinned and winked at Debbie. “We’re very close friends!” She licked her lips. “We met while making a movie a couple of days ago.”

Debbie stared at her, mouth agape. “Are you saying that you two are . . . ?” Jessica grinned again and nodded. Katie with another girl? It didn’t seem possible!

Donna walked over and Jessica winked at Debbie. “Ok, girls! Time to get to the set! I’ll set it up for you. You are obviously cheerleaders, who decide to reward the football team after winning the big game!” Darlene and Jessica nodded; Zoe took a deep breath; Debbie just closed her eyes and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. Michelle only continued staring into nothingness, as if she hadn’t heard. Jessica, Darlene, and Zoe started walking toward the door. Debbie took Michelle’s hand and pulled her gently to her feet as Donna stood watching impatiently.

“Come on, Michelle,” she said quietly. “We have to go now.” Michelle glanced over at Donna and allowed herself to be led through the door. Donna followed behind them, a thin smile on her lips.



On the other side of the door was a set consisting of lockers and a long row of bleachers in front of them. A half dozen vinyl-seated metal chairs lined one wall. A row of couches was off to one side, off the set, and four guys sat on them dressed in football uniforms. They looked up as the five young girls entered wearing their skimpy outfits. They stood and walked over. Donna made the introductions.

“Ok, girls, this is Mike . . .” Tall, good looking, sandy hair. “ . . . Bill,” A shorter man, still handsome, with short, dark hair. “. . . Steve,” Tall, fairly well built, with shoulder length blonde hair. “. . . and this is Dave.” He was also well-built, dark complected, with a full head of thick, black hair.

“Guys, this is Jessica, Darlene, Debbie, Zoe, and Michelle. I know some of you have met before and some have never met, but we’re all going to become very intimate before the day is over!” Debbie heard a small sob escape Michelle’s lips and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“All right. Guys, you just won the big game and are returning to the locker room to celebrate. Girls, you’ve decided to reward them with a little group action. No scripts, just do what comes naturally.” She focused her eyes on Jessica and Darlene. “Some of you have done this before . . .” She turned to Debbie and Michelle. “ . . . and for some this will be your first time. Remember, I expect enthusiasm and full cooperation!” Her look hardened. “Don’t disappoint me. Believe me, there are far worse things I can do to you than this !” She glared at each of them for a long second then, satisfied she was understood, walked over to talk to the guys.


Debbie felt Michelle’s hand squeeze hers. She leaned over to the terrified girl and whispered, “It’ll be all right, Michelle. Just do as they say. It’s not that bad, trust me! It’s better if you obey!”

Michelle looked up at her and nodded. “I know. They made me . . . do things the last time I didn’t!”

Debbie smiled at her. “Me, too. Don’t worry. We’ll get through it!” She glanced over at the others. Jessica and Darlene were talking to the guys while Zoe stood alone watching the crew ready the set. Debbie led Michelle over to Zoe.

“Are you ok?” she asked.

Zoe attempted a feeble smile. “Yeah, it’s just . . .” She lowered her head and said quietly, “I just . . . lost my virginity two days ago. And now . . .” She waved a hand around the room. Debbie nodded.

“I know what you mean. It was just last night for me.” She turned to Michelle. “How about you, Michelle?”

Michelle bowed her head. “I’m . . . still a virgin,” she said quietly, then looked up at them. “They made me . . . put one in my mouth and . . .” She broke off, her voice cracking. Debbie pulled her close and hugged her.

“I know, I know,” she whispered soothingly.

Donna sat down in a director’s chair next to the camera. “Ok, guys! Places please!” The football players all moved to the side of the set and waited for her cue.

“Action!”

The players ran onto the locker room set, laughing and joking and high-fiveing each other. Donna waved at the girls to get into position. They all moved to the edge of the set, Michelle still clutching Debbie’s hand.

Debbie whispered, “We’d better not hold hands in front of the camera.” Michelle released her hand, but stuck close to her and Zoe.

“Ok, girls! Now!” Donna called, waving them onto the set.

Jessica and Darlene bounced happily onto the set and embraced Dave and Steve. Michelle followed Debbie and Zoe. Bill and Mike walked over to Debbie, Zoe, and Michelle. They both had their shirts off and were eyeing the girls lustily. Bill went to Zoe and kissed her hard on the mouth, running his hands over her bare ass under her short skirt. He broke off the kiss and pulled Michelle over. He kissed her the same way, pulling her close to him. After a moment, he backed away, grinned at them, glanced down at his pants. Zoe got the message and dropped to her knees, pulling Michelle with her. Zoe unfastened Bill’s pants and pulled them down. His erect cock stood straight out. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked it slowly as Michelle watched. After a few seconds, she licked it a few times, then took it into her warm mouth. Bill sighed, then lifted Michelle to her feet, kissed her again, then pulled her top over her head, revealing a very nice set of nearly fully grown C cups. She closed her eyes as his hands fondled her perky young tits. A few minutes later, he pushed Michelle to her knees and pulled Zoe up to her feet.

Michelle knew what was expected of her and started stroking, then sucking his hard cock. Zoe and Bill kissed, then she removed her own top. Bill bent down and took her smaller, but perfectly shaped, tits in his hands, sucking on each nipple in turn.


Debbie and Mike kissed and he quickly slipped her skirt over her hips and dropped it around her ankles. She lifted her feet from it and kicked it aside, once again naked from the waist down. Figuring it was only a matter of time, she stepped back and removed her top, her large double D’s quivering as she did. She gave Mike a moment to admire them, then, with a forced smile, dropped to her knees, undid the button of his pants, and pulled them down. Her eyes grew wide when his thick, nine inch long cock fell out in front of her. ‘Oh my god!’ she thought. ‘That’ll never fit inside me!’ She found herself reaching for it, then stroking the thick, hard shaft in her small hand. Mike placed a hand on her head and gently pulled her head forward. Debbie knew what to do and opened her mouth wide, sucking the huge penis in as far as she could. It was so big that she could only fit the head and a couple more inches in before she started to gag. She did her best, using both hands as well as her mouth. Mike sighed and began humping his hips slightly.

Michelle let the seven inch dick slip from her mouth as Zoe stepped back and dropped her skirt. Bill looked over her sweet young body and he licked his lips. Then he pulled Michelle to her feet and slid her skirt off. He guided her to one of the chairs and sat the naked, scared little girl down. Then he turned to Zoe.

“Eat her pussy!” he said to Zoe. She hesitated a second, then reluctantly dropped to her knees at Michelle’s feet.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she pushed her knees apart and lowered her head between her thighs. Michelle gasped and closed her eyes as Zoe’s tongue started to caress her virgin slit. Bill watched for a few seconds, smiling, then dropped to his knees behind Zoe’s kneeling form. He lifted her from a kneeling position so that she was on all fours, then spread her legs wide, exposing the pink flesh of her pussy. He moved up behind her and slid his hard cock along her lips until she was wet. Zoe sighed into Michelle’s sweet cunt, her voice muffled. Finally, he pushed hard against her recently deflowered pussy and his head disappeared inside her. Zoe cried out and lifted her head from Michelle’s twat while he pushed deeper into her hot, tight cunt, gripping her small hips. Zoe lowered her head and moaned. The only other time she’d been fucked was in the missionary position and this felt a lot different. Like he was going deeper and touching new and wonderful spots! As he began a slow, rhythmic fuck, she lowered her mouth back to Michelle’s pussy and continued licking her sweet juices. Michelle, who was starting to really enjoy Zoe’s licking, watched in fascination as Zoe was fucked by Bill.


Jessica, now completely naked, pulled Dave’s pants off to reveal a nearly ten inch long monster hiding in them. She looked up at him and grinned. Darlene, still wearing her skirt, was busy sucking furiously on Steve’s nine inch cock.

Jessica began sucking Dave’s cock, enjoying the feel of the huge prick in her mouth. One thing she’d learned since she was brought here; she loved sex, and giving head in particular.

Donna spoke up from her chair. “Darlene, give Debbie a hand with Mike over there. Jessica, I want you on all fours on the bench. Suck Steve’s cock while Dave fucks you from behind!” Jessica quickly assumed the position and took Steve’s cock into her mouth while Dave pushed his huge dick deep into her pussy.

Darlene went over to where Debbie was still sucking Mike’s cock. She kissed him and Mike pulled Debbie to her feet and kissed her. Then he went over to one of the benches and lay on his back. He motioned for Debbie to straddle him. Even though she was standing and the bench wasn’t very high, his prick was almost touching her pussy as she stood over him. She looked down. He was so much bigger than Andrew! She wondered if it would hurt a lot.

Darlene straddled Mike’s chest and faced Debbie. They embraced and kissed. Debbie was a little hesitant to kiss another girl, but then resigned herself to the fact that she had no choice and their tongues were soon swirling around each other’s mouth. Darlene broke off the kiss and leaned down, sucking each of Debbie’s big tits in turn.

“C’mon, baby! Fuck me!” Mike breathed. She could feel his cock pushing against her swollen lips. She took a deep breath and pushed down on the thick head. Her pussy resisted at first, then spread wide to allow it in. She was being stretched much further than Andrew’s smaller cock had stretched her. She sucked in another deep breath and pushed down, forcing the huge tool deeper and deeper inside her. The feeling was incredible! It didn’t really hurt, not at all like the first time, but she was being pretty severely stretched.

She finally felt the cheeks of her ass touch Mike’s pelvis. She felt so full, his huge prick touching her deep inside her uterus. He started to push upward with his hips. Debbie took another deep breath and began fucking the huge cock.


Michelle gasped as Zoe’s tongue flicked across her clit before she looked up to meet Michelle’s eyes. They were sad, defeated eyes. Bill started pounding her harder and harder. She lowered her head and moaned, her young body rocking from the severe fucking that Bill was giving her. Suddenly, he pulled it from her battered pussy and moved up so it was in her face.

“Suck it!” he hissed. “I’m gonna cum all over your face!” He looked at Michelle as Zoe began sucking on his throbbing dick. “You, too, baby! Get over here!”

Michelle didn’t move; she was too terrified.. Bill soon forgot about her as Zoe’s sucking quickly brought him to orgasm.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” He grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth from his hard cock, then tilted her face up and started to stroke himself, pointing his thick meat at her face. “Open wide!” he gasped, still stroking his massive prick.

Zoe opened her mouth, unsure what to expect. A second later, the first shot hit her across the mouth, landing on her tongue. He continued holding her hair with one hand while the other pumped streams of hot white cum from his spurting dick until her face was covered with gobs of it. When he finished, he pushed his cock back into her mouth so she cold lick and suck it clean.


Debbie rode Mike’s big cock until he finally pushed her off. At first, it felt like she would split in half, but her body eventually adjusted to it and she was actually starting to like it. Darlene, with her pussy still in his face, leaned forward and took the monster cock into her mouth.

“Ok, Debbie! Take five!” Donna called. “Everyone, take a break!” She stood up and walked over to Michelle, her face an icy mask. The terrified little girl looked up into her cold eyes, tears streaming down her face. Donna reached down and pulled her roughly to her feet.

“Don’t you remember what I told you about behaving?” Donna hissed. Michelle only sobbed louder. Donna ignored her cries. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to make an example out of you, my dear.” She gestured for one of the guards to come over, and handed the naked teenager to him.

“Take her to room ten. I’ll be along shortly.”

Debbie and the others watched as Michelle was dragged out the door, naked and wailing loudly. Donna turned to them.

“That’ll be all for today girls. Good work.” They were allowed to dress and were escorted back to their rooms. Debbie noticed that Jessica wandered off by herself, with no escort, and wondered if they would ever trust her like that. She felt a pang of sorrow as she thought of Michelle, and shuddered at the thought of what Donna would do to punish her.


Chapter 13


Michelle was half carried, half dragged naked through the halls and thrown into a room with a chair, a couch, and a bed. There was nothing else in it. The two guards left, locking the door behind them and leaving the scared and crying little girl in a fetal position on the floor. After a while - it felt like hours - she crawled over to a corner and sat huddled against the wall, her knees pulled to her chest. She had finally run out of tears, but her cheeks were stained with streaks and her eyes were swollen from what seemed like hours of crying.

She jumped, startled, as the door opened and Donna walked in, her cold eyes locking on Michelle, still huddled in the corner. Donna’s mouth curled into a smile, but their was no warmth in it. Michelle hugged her knees tighter to try and ease her shaking.

“Well, my dear,” Donna sighed in a nonchalant tone of voice, “What am I going to do with you?” She paused, then walked over and sat in the chair. She stared back at the scared and naked teen and waved toward the couch. “Have a seat, Michelle. We need to have a little talk.”

Michelle looked into her gray eyes and decided that she had better obey. She slowly rose to her feet and shakily walked over and sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes lowered. Donna eyed her for a moment, then leaned back in her chair and crossed her long, slender legs.

“Now, I understand that it can be a little scary the first time on camera, but . . .” She leaned forward, her eyes burning. “When I tell you to do something, you fucking well do it!”

Michelle recoiled in fear at her harsh words and began to sob again. Donna surveyed the terrified girl for a moment, then continued. Her voice was softer, but still firm.

“Now, I’ve seen you give head before. Why wouldn’t you do it on camera?”

Michelle forced herself to meet her eyes. “I . . .I . . . don’t know. I . . . just . . . couldn’t move,” she blurted out between sobs.

Donna took a deep breath and shook her head. “Well, we’re going to have to break you of your nervousness. I can’t have you holding up production. Maybe a good gang-bang would loosen those inhibitions.” Michelle’s eyes widened in horror. Donna continued, pretending not to notice her fear. “Or maybe I should just save myself the headache and sell you to a street pimp.”

“No!” Michelle cried out, then in a small voice added, “Couldn’t I just go home?”

Donna chuckled. “Honey, this is your home! And I am your master! Get used to it.” She went over to the door and knocked twice. It opened and Mike walked in, followed by Bill, both wearing white bathrobes. They stood next to the door, their hands clasped behind their backs. Michelle could see the large bulges at the front of their robes and knew what was coming.

Donna went over to her and pulled her to her feet. She put a finger under Michelle’s chin and raised her teary eyes to hers. “We’re going to have a little party,” she said with a sneer. “Just the four of us. And when we’re finished, you’re going to know a lot more about sucking, fucking, and pussy licking than you ever thought possible!”

Michelle looked over at Bill and Mike, who were grinning widely, then back to Donna and she started sobbing even more. Donna’s hand came up and slapped her hard across the cheek, leaving a large red welt.

“That’s enough of that fucking bawling! Now get on your knees and start licking my pussy, slut!” She undid her skirt and dropped it to the floor, followed quickly by her panties, to reveal a completely shaved pussy. She put her hands on Michelle’s shoulders and pushed her to her knees. “Lick, bitch!” she screamed and pulled Michelle’s face to her steaming cunt by the hair. Michelle’s lips were crushed against Donna’s bare labia. She stuck out her tongue and started slowly licking the moist pussy, still sobbing.

“That’s it!” Donna said, easing the pressure on her head slightly. “Now, go deep, you little whore! Fuck me with your tongue!” Michelle realized her situation was hopeless and pushed her tongue as far into Donna’s wet hole as she could, licking all around and hoping it was what she wanted her to do.

“Good, good!” Donna said, moving her hips to Michelle’s tonguing. She kept this up for a moment or two until Donna said, “Now, suck my clit!”

Michelle pulled her face from the warm, wet depths of Donna’s pussy, her face and chin wet with her juices, and locked her lips over the erect little bud. She began to suck on it, then started flicking her tongue across it when Donna ordered her to. Soon Donna began to sigh and moan.

“Yes!” she whispered, her breath coming in short little pants as Michelle’s tongue brought her nearer and nearer to orgasm. There was nothing quite as erotic as a young girl’s tongue in her cunt! Eventually, she began to rock her hips faster, her hands holding Michelle’s face to her spasming pussy.

“Oh, yes! Oh, yess! Yesss!” she cried as she came, her pussy flooding Michelle’s mouth with her juices. She made sure Michelle lapped up and swallowed all of her cum, then sat back in the chair opposite the young girl.

“You did very good! I don’t always cum like that!” she said with a satisfied smile.

Michelle felt like crawling into a hole and dying. Just the idea of doing what she was just made to do disgusted her. Donna grinned at her, then turned to Bill and Mike.

“Ok, guys! Your turn!” Donna’s grin widened as she saw the terror forming on Michelle’s face. “What? You didn’t think that they weren’t going to have a go at you, too?!” She laughed as the guys dropped their robes and came forward toward Michelle. “Just wait until you see what we have planned for you, my little slut!”

Donna stood up and removed her blouse and bra, revealing a very sexy set of C-cups. She took Michelle by the arm and led her to one end of the couch, then bent her over it so that her small round ass was pointing up in the air and her face was buried in the cushions. Mike walked over and stood behind her while Donna knelt next to her head.

“Ok, whore! This is where you become a woman! Brace yourself!” She nodded at Mike, who placed both hands on Michelle’s tiny curved hips, spread her legs with his feet, and began rubbing his thick, nine inch cock along her tiny virgin slit. Michelle was past tears. She buried her face in the cushion and gripped the couch as she prepared to be raped by this huge cock.

“Don’t hold back because she’s a virgin, Mike,” Donna said. “Treat her like the little cum-slut that she is!”

Mike nodded with a grin and applied pressure, working his huge organ into her tiny hole. Michelle’s knuckles turned white as she gripped the couch, her screams muffled by the cushions. He finally worked his thick head in, the thickness of it stretching her lips until they all but disappeared.

“She is a little tighty, isn’t she!” Donna exclaimed merrily. Mike managed a grin and nodded. Her pussy was clamping down tight on his big meat and he knew he really needed to concentrate to keep from cumming before Donna wanted him to. He continued pushing his long rod deep into the depths of her untouched pussy. He felt more resistance as his cock came to, then ripped through her hymen. Michelle’s screams increased to wails of pain, but he kept pushing until his entire nine inches was buried inside the fourteen year old’s pussy.

Donna held up a hand, indicating for him to hold it there. Mike nodded gratefully. He was still struggling to maintain control as Michelle’s soft vagina walls clamped and squeezed his thick cock.

Donna grabbed a handful of Michelle’s hair and raised her tear-streaked face from the cushion. She gave the tortured teen a crooked grin.

“How does that feel, slut! Get used to it! There are going to be a lot of cocks in that cunt of yours!”

Michelle couldn’t reply. The pain was almost unbearable. It felt like the huge cock buried inside her was going to rip her in half.

“Wait! Don’t answer yet! We’re just getting started!” She nodded to Mike, who pulled part way out, then drove his big cock all the way back into her in one fluid motion. Donna was still holding her head up and she screamed in pain as Mike reamed in and out of her tortured pussy. After a few minutes, her cries eased up a little and Mike could feel her loosening up a bit. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up much longer, though.

“Can’t . . . last . . . much . . . longer!” he panted as he thrust in and out of her. Donna nodded and motioned Bill over. Mike pulled out and, at Donna’s direction, sat in the chair, his purple head glistening with Michelle’s fluids, including blood. Donna and Bill pulled the hapless girl to her feet, then pushed her to her hands and knees in front of Mike.

“Suck his cock, slut!” Donna ordered.

Too weary to fight, Michelle took the wet, bloody tool into her mouth and began to suck on it, still sobbing.

“Don’t forget to swallow!” Donna said and Michelle shuddered at the thought of the sticky white goo in her mouth. But she knew she had no choice and kept on sucking. While she was preoccupied with Mike’s cock, Bill moved behind her and without warning, pushed his own seven inch cock into her aching cunt.

Michelle cried out in surprise and pain, but compared to Mike’s cock, Bill’s wasn’t too bad. As she slurped away at Mike’s cock, Bill pounded at her pussy. Eventually, the pain was overpowered by much more pleasurable feelings.

‘Holy shit!’ she thought. ‘I’m going to cum!’ Donna was watching her and noticed the change in her expression. She motioned for Bill to pull out. Michelle, felling cheated, pushed her hips back, searching for Bill’s cock.

“Uh-uh, slut, you’re being punished, remember? No pleasure for you today!” Donna scolded, slapping her bare ass. Michelle was frustrated at being so close to cumming, but continued to suck on Mike’s cock. Soon, his breathing became shallow and he got a look almost like pain on his face.

“Oh, yeah, baby! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” he moaned. Suddenly, his body went tense and Michelle felt a surge from his balls and his cock twitch in her mouth. A split second later, Mike groaned and her mouth was flooded with his thick, salty, semen. Donna’s hand held her head in place.

“Swallow it! Every drop!” she hissed. Michelle forced herself to swallow the thick goo a second before he erupted again, filling her mouth a second time. She managed to swallow most of it, but some leaked around her lips and ran down Mike’s shaft to pool at the base.

“Keep sucking and swallowing until he’s done, then lick up what you missed!” Donna ordered.

Michelle swallowed what seemed like a gallon of cum before Mike’s cock finally stopped spurting. Donna allowed her to lift her head from the deflating cock. Sticky strings of fresh cum hung between her teeth and the inside of her mouth was coated with it.

“Lick it all up!” Donna ordered, pointing to the puddle of semen that had escaped from her lips. Michelle quickly did as she was told, believing her punishment to finally be over.

“Very good, whore,” Donna said when she’d finished. “Now go over and lie on your back on the bed, legs over the edge.”

Michelle’s face fell. So it wasn’t over. Donna saw her expression and grinned.

“You thought it was over? Oh, no, my little cum slut! We have one more lesson!”

Michelle walked over to the bed, limping from the pounding her pussy had just endured. She lay down on the bed as instructed, trying to prepare her aching twat for another onslaught. Bill walked up to her while Donna and Mike stood on either side of him. They each pulled one of her legs up and folded it to her chest. Donna crawled up behind her head and held them in place. Michelle watched as Bill squirted some kind of gel into his hands, then rubbed it all over his hard cock. He passed the tube to Mike, who also squeezed some into his hand.

“You see, Michelle,” Donna said softly, her face hovering near Michelle’s. “there’s still one more hole that you haven’t had a cock in yet!” She grinned as she saw the fear turn to terror on Michelle’s face.

“Noooo!” she cried as Mike rubbed the KY onto her tiny asshole.

“Oh, yes, my little cock-sucking, cum-drinking, cunt-licking, and now, ass-fucking little whore!” Donna said, an evil grin on her face. Michelle squirmed, but Mike and Donna held her in position as Bill placed the head of his cock to her tiny rosebud and pushed. Michelle screamed even louder than before as Bill’s cock forced her open and slipped inside her back door.

“Owwww!” she cried, tears once more running down her cheeks. Her ass burned as Bill’s cock was slowly pushed deep into her bowels, stretching her to the point where she felt they may tear her wide open. She felt his balls slapping against her ass cheeks as he bottomed out. He began a long, slow fuck, her cries drowning out his moans as her sphincter muscles contracted on his rock hard cock.

After a minute or two, Donna noticed Mike’s cock was starting to get hard again. She beckoned him over and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth, caressing it expertly with her tongue until he was fully hard again.

“Pick her up, Bill,” she said. “And lay on your back. Be careful not to let your dick slip out!” Bill nodded and picked up the small girl. Being careful not to let his cock slip from her tight asshole, he lay back on the bed, pulling the sobbing young girl with him. Michelle only moaned, barely conscious of anything past the burning pain in her ass.

Mike, sensing what Donna had in mind, stepped between Bill and Michelle’s spread legs, laid his huge prick on Michelle’s tortured pussy. He nodded, waiting for her signal to proceed. Donna leaned over next to Michelle’s head.

“Michelle,” she whispered into her ear. “Can you hear me?”

Michelle barely heard her in her semi-conscious state. “Huh?” she murmured. Donna pinched one of her nipples.

“Ow!” she cried, suddenly awake, the pain in her ass as pure as ever.

Donna smiled. “Welcome back, my little slut. Since you seem to be enjoying Bill’s cock in your ass, I thought you might like to have Mike’s in your cunt, too!” Before Michelle could start to protest, Donna nodded at Mike and he pushed his thick, hard cock all the way into her tight pussy. Michelle screamed in pain, but no one paid any attention as both men started fucking her simultaneously. They could each feel the other’s cock through the thin membrane that separated her anal cavity from her pussy. Michelle’s screams eventually gave way to moans and sobs as her young body was used and abused by her captors. Soon the cries disappeared and she only moaned, the feelings of pleasure once again taking over. And once again, Donna stopped her pleasure. She had Mike take his hard cock from her pussy, then lift the nearly unconscious girl from Bill’s cock. Michelle tried to stand and nearly fell down. Her legs felt like rubber and there was a steady ache between her legs.

“On your knees, slut! Finish them both off with your mouth!” Donna demanded and Mike pushed her to her knees. He shoved his cock to her lips and she automatically opened her mouth and took it inside. Bill stood beside him. Donna placed one of Michelle’s hands on Bill’s cock, pulled from her steamy bowels only a few seconds earlier.

“Suck one while you jerk off the other, then switch. Keep it up until they both cum in your face!”

Michelle was slipping back into unconsciousness. Donna slapped her face and Mike started fucking her mouth. After a few moments, he pulled out and Bill pushed his hard shaft in. Michelle was aware of the sickly bitter taste of her own bowels on Bill’s cock, but she didn’t have the strength to fight. She let him fuck her mouth until he pulled out and shot a thick stream of cum across her face, landing on her lips, tongue, and nose. A second later, Mike’s cock erupted, splattering her face, then her tits and hair. They each pushed their cocks back into her mouth so she could clean them off, then put their robes on and left.

Michelle remained on her knees, her eyes vacant and cum covering her face, hair, and body. Donna had gotten dressed and sat on the bed watching her.

“The next time I tell you to do something, maybe you’ll do it! Or there’ll be a line of guys waiting to fuck you in every orifice you’ve got until you pass out! Then we’ll wake you up and keep going!” Donna’s eyes bore into her. “You got it!? Whore!?”

Michelle slowly nodded, still dazed and her body aching.

“Good!” Donna stood up and walked to the door. She turned and took another long look at the battered young girl, then left without saying another word. Michelle didn’t move for a long moment. Slowly, she crumpled to the floor, curled up into a ball, and cried herself to sleep.


Chapter 14



The next week passed relatively event free. Debbie found herself looking forward to her daily workouts, even though she wouldn’t speak to Andrew. She had been heartbroken for a few days after their night together, when she’d given herself more or less willingly to him. Eventually, the heartbreak changed to anger, then acceptance. He had tried to talk to her on a student-teacher level on the first day afterward, but she just went about her exercises without replying. By the end of the week, he would just lead her to the workout room, let her in, then lock the door behind her. A couple of hours later, he would return and escort her back to her room. On the plus side, the weight and inches melted away and she soon found herself fitting into sizes she had only dreamed she could wear. She really did look good, she thought. Then reality hit and she sunk back into depression, wondering if she and her friends would ever know freedom again.

Katie and Jessica became closer. They made love every night and usually at least once during the day. Jessica taught her how to use a dildo and they experimented with many different positions and techniques. Once, using a dildo, Jessica showed a disbelieving Katie the pleasures of anal sex. She watched in rapt fascination as Jessica slowly slid the fake penis in her tiny asshole. Her moans and sighs of pleasure as she brought herself to orgasm convinced the doubting Katie that there was something to it, but she just couldn’t bring herself to try it.

Carrie spent a lot of time alone in her room. She tried to befriend the elderly Chinese woman who brought her food and clean clothes, but the woman only smiled and bowed politely. Carrie decided that she either couldn’t speak English, or was told not to converse with any of the girls and was pretending not to. She was sure she caught a flicker of compassion in her ancient eyes once when she asked if she could please go home.

She watched a lot of TV, for lack of anything else to do. Most of the time it was just a steady stream of porn, but it was better than staring at the walls. She watched how the girls acted; their facial expressions, body language. She practiced mimicking their movements and expressions in front of the mirror, sometimes naked, much to the delight of the men on the other side.

Michelle was eventually taken back to her room. She cleaned herself up and crawled into bed, her tender pussy and anus aching from the brutal gang bang. She remained there for two full days, only getting up to shower and use the bathroom. She showered two or three times a day, never feeling like she was completely clean. She finally put on some clothes on the third day. Occasionally, she would turn on the TV and stare blankly at the sex on the screen. It was like she was in a daze; walking around in a thick fog. Donna watched her from behind the mirror, shaking her head.

“Damn! She’s really fucked up!” she said to no one in particular.

“Should we pay her a visit?” Dave asked hopefully. He wanted a shot at the hot little brunette himself. Donna thought for a moment, then shook her head.

“No, I don’t think that would help. It might even make things worse at this point,” she replied, still watching as Michelle stared at the TV. “But maybe some female companionship would bring her around.” She walked from the room, deep in thought, and nearly bumped into Andrew in the hall.

“Oh, sorry, Andrew,” she mumbled, stepping around him. Then she stopped and turned back to him. “Andrew, how is Debbie doing?”

He shrugged. “Ok, I guess. She won’t talk to me anymore, but she’s lost over twenty-five pounds and still works out every day.”

“Ahhh . . . I see,” Donna replied, nodding. “Well, no matter. She did what we wanted her to do. Good job!” She turned and went down the hall to Debbie’s room. She opened the door and found Debbie lying on the bed wearing only her panties, propped up against her pillow watching TV. She jumped up and grabbed a t-shirt when Donna entered, a look of trepidation on her face.

“Hello, Debbie. You’re looking very nice!” She studied her now slender frame, her large tits firm and high.

Debbie still looked warily at her but she managed a thin smile and said, “Thank you.”

Donna motioned toward the bed. “Have a seat. I want to talk to you about something.”

Debbie sat on the edge of the bed and started to fold her arms over her naked breasts, then stopped herself and dropped her arms to her sides. Donna sat in the chair and smiled to herself as she watched Debbie’s hands drop.


“It’s ok. You can put something on if you want to.”

Debbie started to reach for the t-shirt again, then reconsidered and settled back down topless. “N . . .no. I . . .I’m ok,” she stammered.

Donna shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’ll get straight to the point. How would you like a room mate?” Debbie’s eyebrows went up in surprise. This wasn’t what she’d been expecting, unless the room mate was a guy who was always supposed to have sex with her.

“A . . . a room mate?”

Donna flashed her cold, emotionless smile. “Yes. Do you remember Michelle?” Debbie nodded. She’d often wondered what had happened to her after she’d been dragged away.

“Well, she’s having a tough time recovering from her punishment. I think a friend her own age may be just what she needs and I thought maybe you might be interested. You seemed quite close the day of the shoot.”

Debbie nodded. “I’d like that.” Christ! What did they do to her?

“Good!” Donna said, once again flashing the cold, toothy smile. “Get dressed and I’ll take you to your new room. It’s . . .” She looked around the small, plainly furnished room. “ a little bigger than this one and has a few more amenities.”

Debbie dressed quickly and Donna led her down a series of halls to room similar to Katie and Jessica’s suite. Debbie looked at it in awe.

“You see, “ Donna said as she walked through the large suite. “If you do as you’re told, life here isn’t so bad.” She watched as Debbie explored the rooms. “You did real well in the movie. Keep it up, and there will be even more rewards.” Her face turned dark. “But disobey, and, well . . .” There was a knock at the door. Donna opened it to find a very disheveled looking Michelle on the other side. Donna led her in and sat her on one of the couches. Debbie gasped at the sight of the girl she had met only a week ago and couldn’t believe the change in her. It was as if she didn’t care how she looked or dressed, and her eyes held a blank stare, as if focused on something in the far distance that no one else could see.

Donna brushed a strand of hair from her face, eliciting no response, and turned to Debbie. “See if you can snap her out of it, ok?” Then she went out and closed the door, leaving the two girls alone.

Debbie walked quickly over to Michelle and touched her arm. “Michelle? Are you ok?” Debbie sat next to her on the couch and picked up her limp hand. “Michelle? Please say something! My god, what did they do to you?!” Michelle slowly turned her head toward her and Debbie saw a flicker of recognition in the vacant eyes. A single tear ran down her cheek.

“D . . . Debbie? Is that really you?” she whispered.

Debbie squeezed her hand. “Yes, it’s me! Are you all right?” Michelle stared at her for a long moment, as if she didn’t believe what she was seeing, then threw her arms around her neck and started sobbing, her body shaking.

“Oh, Debbie! They . . . they . . .” She began crying uncontrollably, her tears flowing down her pretty face. Debbie held her for a long time while she cried, not knowing what else to do.

Finally, Michelle lifted her face from Debbie’s shoulder. “Oh, no! Your shirt! It’s all wet!” she said, sniffling and wiping her eyes.

Debbie smiled and stroked her limp hair. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I paid for it or anything!” Her smile widened to a grin and Michelle managed to smile back weakly. “Come on, let’s get you into bed so you can rest,” she said, pulling the small fragile looking girl to her feet gently. Michelle looked around.

“Who’s room is this?”

“It’s ours,” Debbie replied with a smile. “We’re gonna be roomies!”

Michelle’s eyes lit up in surprised disbelief. “Really?!”

Debbie nodded. “Uh-huh. Just wait until you see the bedroom and bathroom!” They went into the bedroom and Michelle stared in stunned disbelief at the luxurious fixtures and the king-size canopy bed.

“This . . . is really ours?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide in amazement.

“That’s what Donna said,” Debbie replied. She noticed Michelle cringe at the mention of their tormentor’s name and made a mental note not to use it around her. “I’m afraid we’ll have to share the bed. Or I could sleep on the couch. I don’t mind,” she added.

Michelle gripped her arm. “No! I mean, I don’t mind sharing with you, if you don’t.”

Debbie shook her head. “No, of course not.”

“Actually,” Michelle said, “It would be . . . comforting . . . to have a friend nearby.” She smiled shyly at Debbie and Debbie hugged her.

“Yes, it sure would,” she replied. “I’m here if you ever need me . . . to talk, or for anything else, ok?”

“Thank you,” Michelle whispered and crawled under the covers. Debbie tucked her in and turned to go, but Michelle gripped her arm. Debbie looked down at her and saw that the terror had returned to her eyes.

“Please don’t go. I don’t think I can be alone right now,” she pleaded.

Debbie smiled. “I guess it’s time I went to bed, anyway.” She went around to the other side of the bed, pulled off her jeans, and slipped under the covers. Michelle slid over next to her, nestling in close. Debbie put a comforting arm around her new friend. After a moment, Michelle spoke.

“Don’t ever disobey them, Debbie. The things they’ll do to you . . .” Her voice trailed off and she began to cry again. Debbie held her tightly.

“Ssshhh . . . don’t think about it. It’s going to be ok.” Michelle’s sobs eventually stopped as she drifted off to sleep in Debbie’s arms. Debbie lay awake for a while, trying to imagine the awful things they must have done to change the sweet, innocent girl she’d know only a week ago into this traumatized person sleeping next to her. Eventually, she too fell into a restless slumber.

[BJ Cortland]

Chapter 15

Two days later, Katie awoke alone. She called out to Jessica but there was no reply. Puzzled, she threw the covers from her naked body and padded out to the living room. But Jessica wasn’t there. She spotted a note on the coffee table and picked it up.

‘Be back soon. Take a shower and get dressed. Love, J.’

She looked around and saw one of the cheerleader outfits lying on the couch. Her heart sunk. She knew what it meant. She sighed, went into the bathroom and showered. As she toweled herself dry, she tried to mentally prepare herself for what she knew was in store for the day. At least Jessica would be there. That would make it a little easier.

Wrapping the towel around her damp hair, she went out into the living room, picked up her costume, and carried it over to the makeup table in the bedroom. She dumped the skimpy clothing on the bed and went to work drying and fixing her hair. She was just finishing up when she heard the door open in the other room.

“Jess?” she called, rising from her seat. She went over to the doorway and looked out to see Jessica and Mike standing in the other room. “Oh, hi, Mike!” she said. Then what little modesty she had left kicked in and she dashed back into the bedroom to get dressed. She was just pulling the skirt on when they both came to the bedroom door. Jessica licked her lips at the sight of her lover’s bare tits and grinned.

“Don’t cover up just because we’re here, beautiful!” she said, her eyes roaming over Katie’s tight young body.

Katie shot her a scolding look. “Oh, stop it! Didn’t you get enough last night?” She pulled the tight top over her head and adjusted it over her tits.

“I could never get enough of that hot body! Don’t you agree, Mike?”

Mike chuckled. “Just listening to you two is giving me wood!”

Jessica kissed him quickly and gave him a seductive look. “You just keep that thought, stud!”

Katie walked over, a little annoyed at Jessica for openly flirting in front of her. “All ready. Let’s go,” she said, pushing past them. Mike shot a questioning look at Jessica, who shrugged it off and followed Katie out the door.



Michelle had just finished her breakfast. Her appetite had returned in the two days she’d been staying with Debbie and she was starting to feel almost normal again, although terrible dreams still haunted her sleep. She suspected that they always would.

Debbie came out of the bathroom and sat down beside her on the couch. “So what do you want to do today?” she asked, brushing the hair from Michelle’s eyes. They had become close friends over the past two days. Michelle had eventually told her what they had done to her and Debbie was shocked to hear what she had endured. She wondered if she would be able to keep it together as well as Michelle appeared to be doing. Although her physical wounds were healing and the pain had gone, emotionally she was still very fragile.

Michelle shrugged as she pushed her empty plate away. “We can either watch TV or stare at the walls!” She grinned. “Your choice!”

Debbie returned her grin and rolled her eyes. “Well, at least you’re getting your sense of humor back!” She was reaching for the remote control when the door opened and Donna walked in. Debbie froze, her hand halfway to the remote on the coffee table. Michelle gripped her arm, her eyes locked on Donna.

“Well, my dear, you certainly look a lot better!” Donna exclaimed as she walked toward them. Her face was twisted in the same emotionless smile she usually wore. Michelle huddled closer to Debbie, but her eyes never left Donna.

“Now, now,” Donna admonished. “Don’t be shy! I’m here to offer you a chance to redeem yourself!” The girls just stared at her. Debbie could feel Michelle start to tremble.

Donna sat down in the armchair across the coffee table from where they sat. “We’re going to finish the movie we started the other day. You can cooperate, do as you’re told, and you can both come back here tonight.” She paused and focused her eyes on Michelle. “If you don’t want to be cooperative, I have no further use for you and you will be sold to an acquaintance of mine. And I promise you, he isn’t as nice as I am!” She watched them for their reaction, then her face darkened and her voice turned more menacing. “And you won’t be going alone, Michelle. You two are in this together.” She stood up. “I’ll give you one hour to think it over. If you’re not ready when I return, I’ll take that as a ‘no’ and you can start your new careers as street whores tonight. It’s entirely up to you.” With that, she walked out without looking back.

“Shit!” Debbie exclaimed under her breath after Donna had left. She turned to Michelle. “We can’t let that happen, Michelle! Do you think you can do it?”

Michelle closed her eyes and a pained expression crossed her pretty face. “Yes,” she whispered. “I have to. I can’t let her take you away, too!” A look of anger clouded Debbie’s features.

“That fucking bitch! I’d like to . . .”

“Sshhhhh!” Michelle said, raising a finger to her lips. “They’re probably listening!”

“I don’t care!” Debbie exclaimed, standing up and raising her voice. “We’re only fourteen! What they’re doing is illegal! Even if we were willing to do it, we’re still too young!”

“Please!” Michelle pleaded fearfully. “You’ll only make things worse! I can do it! Just please stop talking like that!”


Donna watched and listened from behind the mirror, shaking her head in disappointment. “She’s too fucked up. She’ll never be able to fuck on film. And Debbie’s so attached to her, she’ll be no good either. Shit! I should never have put them together!” She picked up a phone and dialed a number.

“We’re going to have to reshoot without Debbie and Michelle. Set it up.” She hung up the phone and dialed another number.

“It’s me. . . yes, two . . . fourteen . . . yes, very . . . the usual deal . . . is an hour ok? . . .good.” She hung up the phone and looked again at the two girls, shaking her head. “Such a waste.” She watched them embrace, then left the room, still shaking her head.



Debbie pulled away. “Come on. We’d better get ready. Are you sure you can do this?” Michelle wiped her tears and nodded.

“I’ll do what I have to . . . don’t worry,” she said, trying to smile.

Debbie took her hands. “Just try to relax. It won’t be fun, but it won’t be nearly as bad as what they did to you.”

“I know,” Michelle whispered, looking deep into Debbie’s eyes. Debbie found herself moving closer to Michelle. Their lips met and parted in a warm, loving kiss. Michelle started probing with her tongue until Debbie opened her mouth and allowed her in. They held their tight, passionate embrace for several minutes, neither wanting the tender kiss to end. Finally, Debbie pulled away and looked into Michelle’s emerald green eyes. She smiled and Michelle smiled back.

“Don’t leave me alone,” Michelle said softly.

“I won’t. I promise.”

They walked toward the bathroom, hand in hand, to shower and get ready.


An hour later, the door opened and Donna stepped in, followed by the same two men who had helped her kidnap Debbie, Carrie, and Katie that night that now seemed so long ago.

“Time’s up!” Donna exclaimed. “What’s it going to be?” Michelle and Debbie were sitting side by side on the couch and both stood up.

“We’re ready,” Debbie said, squeezing Michelle’s hand. Donna smiled her cold smile and stepped to one side, waving them out the door. Donna followed them out and the two men led them down the hall. They stopped by the elevator and Donna pushed the button to summon it. Michelle and Debbie exchanged a puzzled look. They hadn’t been on the elevator since the day they’d been brought here.

“Where . . . where are you taking us?” Debbie asked, gripping Michelle’s hand firmly. The doors slid open and they were hustled inside. Donna didn’t answer Debbie’s question. The two men stepped in and the doors slid closed. Donna inserted a key from a chain around her neck and the elevator began moving upward. Debbie opened her mouth to ask again where they were going, but a stern look from Donna silenced her. The elevator stopped a few seconds later and the doors slid open. They walked down a short hall and through a door into the same warehouse they’d been brought here through. A black Cadillac Escalade was parked at the bottom of the stairs. Donna started down the steps and the two men pushed the girls along after her.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, the door of the black SUV opened and a mean looking man in a leather jacket and a shaved head stepped out. Donna walked over and shook his hand as they exchanged pleasantries.

The man spoke with Donna in hushed tones that the girls couldn’t hear, then looked over at them, his eyes taking in every inch of their scantily clad young bodies. He nodded to Donna and tapped on the tinted window of the big truck. As he passed a thick envelope to Donna, the back door of the truck opened and a very large black man emerged from it. Debbie’s eyes went wide as she remembered Donna’s warning about selling them to work on the street and realized that was what was happening. She tried to make a run for it, but one of the men grabbed her by the collar while the other held Michelle’s arms behind her back.

“Nooo!,” Debbie screamed as she fought to free herself. “You said you’d give us a chance!” Donna walked over to her and stared into her eyes.

“Such a waste,” was all she said before going back up the stairs. The two guards, with the help of the black man, forced them into the truck and closed the door. The black man climbed in back with them while the other man got in the drivers’ seat and started the engine. The warehouse doors opened, and the Escalade disappeared into the night.



Chapter 16

Debbie and Michelle huddled together in the back seat of the luxury SUV as far away from their evil looking companion as possible. He looked over at them and flashed a bright, toothy grin, revealing one gold tooth. Michelle shrunk further into the corner, whimpering in fear.

“Hey, boss!” the black man called up to the driver. “You mind if I sample ‘da merchandise?” He winked at them and grinned again.

“Naw, go ahead. Just don’t mess up the upholstery!” the man called back, glancing in the mirror.

“‘Tanks, boss!” the big man replied and unfastened his pants. Michelle started sobbing as he pulled out a large semi-hard cock. He reached out with a huge hand and grabbed Debbie by the hair, pulling her head into his lap.

“C’mon, white whore! Suck on a real cock!” He pushed her face into his crotch. “Suck it, bitch, or I’ll toss you out right now!” Debbie looked at the thick black penis. She could see it getting harder before her eyes and could already see precum glistening on the tip. As much as she wanted out of the truck, at the speed they were traveling, she would never survive being thrown out. Even so, she paused to think it over.

“Suck it! NOW!” he roared, pushing her face down further. Debbie grabbed it and began licking the long rough shaft.

“Ahhh . . . dat’s it!” he sighed, easing the pressure on her hair slightly. Debbie licked all over the shaft and smooth head before finally sliding her lips over the ebony shaft and sucking nearly four inches of it into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down; her mouth making sloppy slurping sounds. He leaned back, closing his eyes, as Debbie’s warm mouth enveloped his hard tool. Michelle watched for a few seconds, then turned away, sobbing quietly. The driver looked into the mirror once again.

“Is she any good, Joe?” he asked with a slight smile.

“Oh, yeah, boss! Real good!”

The driver shifted his eyes to Michelle. “Don’t feel left out, baby! It’s your turn as soon as we get home!” Michelle’s terror was nearly overpowering and she had to fight to keep from falling apart completely. She just couldn’t go through another brutal rape!

The black man started to moan louder and his breathing became shallow. He put his hand on Debbie’s head, preventing her from spitting out his penis. “Oh, yeah, baby! Here it comes! Unghhhh . . .!”

Debbie felt his cock swell, then explode into her mouth, quickly filling it with his warm, sticky jism. She forced herself to swallow it just before he filled her mouth again. She managed to swallow it as well, not spilling a drop, then easily finished off the lesser spurts before licking and sucking it clean as she’d been taught to do.

“Very good, slut!” he said as he pulled her head from his lap. “You didn’t spill a drop!” He shoved her back into the corner with Michelle, her breath now foul with the taste of his semen, which coated the inside of her mouth.

“Boss, we may have to keep ‘da blonde! She give great head!” the man sneered as he tucked his flaccid penis away and refastened his pants.

“I’ll have to try her out!” he replied with a grin.

The SUV left the interstate and wound through a run-down section of the city until it finally pulled up to a garage door in a nondescript brick building. The driver pressed a button on the dash and the door slid open. He pulled the big truck inside and killed the engine. The black man, Joe, got out and waited while the girls slowly crawled from the back seat. They were parked in a small garage with bare brick walls. The dusty concrete floor was stained with old oil and an outdated pin-up calendar hung on a wall next to a boarded over window by an old workbench. A bare light bulb burned dimly over a door in the back wall. Debbie watched helplessly as the garage door rolled shut, once again sealing them off from the outside world.

“This way, girls,” the driver said as he held the door open for them. They slowly trudged through the door and into a musty hallway. The well-worn floor tiles, which had once been a black and white checker pattern, were now scuffed and yellowed, with curling corners and pieces missing here and there. The institutional green walls completed the dingy, run down feeling of the hall. Michelle followed behind Debbie and the boss, as Joe called him, down the hall with Joe bringing up the rear. She felt a pair of rough hands squeezing her ass, causing her to jump. Joe leaned forward and put his thick lips to her ear.

“I can’t wait to bend you over and fill that little pussy with my big hard dick!,” he whispered, grinning. Michelle shuddered and quickened her pace, taking Debbie’s hand. The man stopped at the end of the corridor and opened a door. He stood aside and ushered the two girls in. Turning to Joe, he said, “Call Jimbo. Tell him we’ll have two new girls ready for tomorrow.” Joe nodded, turned, and disappeared back down the hall.

The man went into the room with the girls and quietly closed the door behind him. The room was about twenty by thirty feet with two large windows that had been boarded over from the outside. It was painted the same fading institutional green as the hallway and had the same scuffed and yellowed linoleum tiles on the floor. There was a plain wooden table with two wooden chairs along one wall, and two double beds along the other. A door at one end led into a bathroom with a pedestal sink, a freestanding tub, and a toilet; all as worn and ancient as the rest of the building.

Debbie and Michelle were huddled together in the center of the room as the man turned to face them. He was dark-skinned with a shaved head and dark, piercing eyes. He stood about five foot ten with broad shoulders and powerful arms. He walked slowly around them, examining their young bodies methodically. Both girls were wearing tight jeans and t-shirts provided by Donna and they left little to the imagination. He reached out and fingered Debbie’s blonde curls, then walked around to face them again.

“My name,” he said quietly. “ . . . is Carlos. You now work for me. I own you.” Michelle clutched Debbie’s arm, her eyes wide with fear. Debbie was probably just as terrified, but tried to put on a brave front for Michelle’s sake.

“You can’t own someone,” she replied, her voice cracking slightly.

Carlos grinned. “Oh, can’t I? It’s really very simple. When you fuck up with Donna, you’re punished. If punishment didn’t help, you were disposed of; meaning she sold you to me.” He paused, watching their eyes, before continuing. “There is no punishment here, however.” His face darkened and his dark eyes narrowed to slits. “If you fuck up here, I’ll just kill you,” he snarled. And his manner left them no doubt that he was deadly serious. Michelle whimpered and shrunk behind Debbie, still clutching her arm.

“Now,” he continued. “You must first prove that you are qualified to work for me. If not, I have no use for you and . . .” He drew a finger across his throat. The girls shivered, both fully aware of what their ‘work’ would entail.

“First, I need to see all of you. Undress each other, please!” He sat on one of the chairs, crossed his legs, and watched them.

Realizing that they had no choice, they turned to face each other. Debbie placed Michelle’s hands on the hem of her t-shirt and nodded. Michelle pulled the tight shirt up and over Debbie’s large tits and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts bounced a few times before settling into their usual upright position just above her newly flat, hard stomach.

“Touch her tits. Suck on them,” Carlos said from his chair. Michelle glanced in his direction, then looked up into Debbie’s clear, blue eyes. Debbie gave her a slight smile, letting her know that it was ok. Michelle slowly reached out and cupped each of the full round breasts, caressing them tenderly. She leaned over and kissed the left nipple, then took it between her lips and sucked on it. Debbie closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of Michelle’s soft lips and tongue on her sensitive nipple. After a minute or two, she moved over to the other one and gave it the same attention.

Carlos spoke up. “Very good. Continue undressing now.” Debbie tugged Michelle’s t-shirt off. Her firm, round tits bounced free. While smaller than Debbie’s, they were perfectly shaped and would no doubt grow larger as Michelle got older. Carlos didn’t say anything about Debbie sucking on Michelle’s tits, so she unfastened her tight jeans and worked them down over her curved hips. Although her tits were still filling out, the rest of her young body had developed nicely. As Debbie slid the jeans down her long, slender legs, she caught the musky scent of her sex and noticed a damp spot on her red thong panties. She pulled the jeans free of Michelle’s ankles and tossed them aside. Michelle stood shivering, her arms folded over her breasts, wearing only the tiny red thong panties. Her eyes went from Debbie, to Carlos, then back to Debbie.

Debbie took Michelle’s hands and placed them on the button of her jeans. After a brief nod from her, Michelle unfastened the button and lowered the fly. As she began slipping down Debbie’s perfectly formed thighs, she realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties! She glanced up, giving Debbie a questioning look, but Debbie only shrugged and offered a weak smile in return. She continued pulling the jeans down, revealing Debbie’s light fuzz covered pussy. She pulled the pants completely off, her nostrils filled with the aroma of her friends’ sex. Her labia was swollen and Michelle could see moisture glistening on it. She stood up, facing Debbie.

“Turn this way,” Carlos said. Both girls, oddly aroused, turned to face their new master. He stood up and went over to them. He cupped one of Debbie’s breasts with one hand, and one of Michelle’s with the other, kneading them roughly. Both girls grimaced in pain, but said nothing. Then he slipped his hand between Debbie’s legs and rubbed her moist slit.

“Hmmm . . . someone’s a little turned on!” he exclaimed. His eyes dropped to Michelle’s thong and he spied the damp area. “You, too!” Michelle lowered her eyes and said nothing. Carlos licked his lips and grinned. “Well, either I’m especially sexy tonight, or you two are into each other!” He looked from one to the other. “And somehow I don’t think it’s me!” He stepped back a step or two. “Show me how much you like each other! Let’s see a big wet kiss, with lots of tongue!”

They turned to face each other, their eyes locked, and leaned their faces together. Their lips met in a warm kiss, their tongues probing deeply into each others’ mouth. Michelle could taste the salty remains of Joe’s semen still coating Debbie’s mouth.

“Wow! I was right! You two are a couple of dykes!” Carlos exclaimed with a wide grin. He watched them for a few moments, then went around behind Michelle. He grabbed the thin string of her thong and with a quick lateral yank, tore it off her hips. Michelle, startled, pulled her lips from Debbie’s.

“Don’t stop yet!” Carlos said, pushing them back together. They resumed their passionate kiss, with Debbie wrapping her arms around Michelle’s neck. She was really liking kissing the pretty young girl and was beginning to wonder if maybe she was gay. Thoughts of making love with Michelle ran through her head, and she found them very erotic and pleasant.

Meanwhile, Michelle was having similar thoughts. After her brutal rape, the idea of having sex with a man was somehow revolting and terrifying at the same time. But Debbie was her friend, and she wasn’t a man. Her lips were full and soft; her kisses warm and tender. She somehow felt safe in her arms, despite their seemingly hopeless situation, and didn’t want their embrace to end.

But Carlos had other plans. He put his hands on their shoulders and pulled them apart. “Ok, that’s enough of that for now.” He spun Michelle around to face him, her green eyes lowered and her full lips still wet from her kiss with Debbie. He grinned at her and put his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to kneel in front of him.

“You know what to do, bitch!” he snarled. She sniffed back her tears and slowly raised her hand to his jeans and unfastened them. As she pulled them down, she could see the bulge in his shorts growing quickly. Debbie stood only a few feet away, powerless to help the scared girl. She would have happily sucked him and swallowed if it meant Michelle wouldn’t have to, but she knew it would be a waste of breath to offer. She expected her turn would soon come.

“Come on!” Carlos barked. “Pull it out and get to work!” Michelle, startled by his order, pulled down his boxers to reveal an eight inch long cock. She stroked it a few times, then started to lick it before taking it between her lips and sucking it into her mouth, the tangy taste of his precum strong on her tongue.

As Michelle began to bob her head on his hard shaft, he beckoned Debbie over. He pulled her naked body tight to his, crushing her large tits against his chest, and kissed her hard, his tongue pushing deep into her throat. He released her mouth and bent down, taking one of her erect nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it, then bit it. When Debbie cried out in pain, he bit it again - harder. She yelped again but didn’t try to pull away, unsure of the consequences of even minor disobedience with this sick bastard.

He raised his head from her throbbing nipple and grinned malevolently at her. “Don’t like pain, huh? You’ll learn to like it!” He nodded toward Michelle. “Give her some help!” Debbie dropped to her knees and relieved Michelle, taking half of his hard cock into her mouth.

“Lick my balls!” he ordered Michelle. She started licking his scrotum, sucking gently on his balls.

“Ahhh! Yes! Good,” he murmured, closing his eyes. After a few minutes of the girls switching back and forth, he pulled away from them. “Ok, that’s enough for now.” They obediently released his cock and balls but remained kneeling at his feet. He pulled off his shirt to reveal a well-formed chest with a dark patch of hair in the center. He removed his Levis next and stood naked except for his boxer shorts.

He reached down, took their hands, lifted them both to their feet and led them to one of the beds. He turned to them and grinned.

“Consider this a test. Here’s how it works: you two are going to fuck me, each other, and anyone else I tell you to.” He paused, waiting for their reaction. There was none of the surprise and pleading he was expecting. He wasn’t telling them anything they didn’t already know. He continued. “If I find you satisfactory, you’ll go to work. If not, well . . .” He pursed his lips and sighed. “I’ve already told you my policy on punishment.” Both girls swallowed hard, remembering his warning. “Understood?” They both nodded, their eyes downcast and defeated. “Good! Now, blondie . . . lie down on your back . . . and spread ‘em wide!”

Reluctantly, Debbie crawled onto the bed and lay as he’d ordered. She looked up at his erect penis bobbing before her and tried to prepare to be violated yet again. He turned to Michelle.

“Ok, baby. Time for you to do a little muff-diving!” Michelle gave him a puzzled look. He rolled his eyes. “Oh, for . . . lick her pussy!” Michelle looked over at Debbie lying spread eagle on the bed.

“It’s ok, Michelle,” she said reassuringly. “Just do as he says.” Michelle’s eyes met hers and Debbie gave her an understanding smile.

“See! She wants you to do it!” Carlos said with a laugh. “Go on!” He pushed her toward the bed. Michelle stumbled, then dropped to all fours and crawled up between Debbie’s shapely legs. Debbie was lying so her pussy was at the edge of the bed and her feet were still on the floor. Michelle looked up and with a resigned sigh, lowered her mouth to Debbie’s open slit.

Debbie closed her eyes as Michelle’s warm, soft tongue slid slowly along her swollen labia and poked into her opening. She sighed in pleasure as it touched her erect clitoris, poking out from under it’s little hood like a miniature penis. Michelle licked slowly along Debbie’s pink flesh, tasting pussy for only the second time in her young life. It didn’t taste bad; not as strong or musky as a cock. And she wouldn’t have to worry about the warm, sticky cum filling her mouth. Debbie was moaning and gasping as her tongue stimulated different areas. Knowing that she was giving pleasure to her friend almost made it pleasurable for her.

She felt rough hands grasp her upthrust hips and push her legs apart. She started to lift her head when she felt a hard object probing at her exposed pussy.

“Just keep licking, honey!” Carlos said as he forced his hard cock into her still tender pussy. Michelle closed her eyes and cried out into Debbie’s cunt as he thrust his entire length into her in one motion.

“Oh, yeah! Nice and tight!” he exclaimed as he slowly pulled out, only to drive it back in forcibly. As his cock slid over her still tender vaginal walls, she could feel some of the pain that had just started to ease return in full. He began pumping harder, building to a steady rhythm and pulling her hips to his pelvis with each thrust. He kept it up for several minutes while Michelle buried her face in Debbie’s pussy, sobbing as she tried to keep up her oral duties.

He pulled out and Debbie watched in muted horror as he placed the tip of his cock to Michelle’s tiny puckered asshole. He began pushing against it, causing Michelle to lift her head from Debbie’s pussy and howl in pain as he forced his big cock into her tiny back door with only her juices for lube, stretching it grotesquely.

“Owwww!” Michelle cried as the huge organ was forced deep into her bowels.

“Donna . . . said . . . you’d . . . enjoy this!” Carlos panted as his cock slowly disappeared into her ass.

Michelle opened her eyes and looked up to Debbie, whose face held a pained expression as she watched her friend being raped anally. Michelle’s mouth opened and appeared she was trying to say something, but no sound came out. She squeezed her eyes shut and tears streamed down her face as Carlos began pumping in and out of her tight asshole, his own face twisted in an expression of pained concentration. After a few more slow thrusts, he pulled out and watched as her asshole retained it’s unnatural size for a few seconds before slowly shrinking down to near normal again.

Michelle gasped a sigh of relief as his cock was pulled out. Her ass burned from the friction. The only lube had been the secretions from her pussy, and they weren’t nearly enough.

“Are you ok, Michelle?” She could hear Debbie’s concerned voice, but it seemed to be coming from a great distance. From somewhere beyond the pain. She collapsed onto Debbie’s prone body, gasping for air and wishing the burning ache in her ass would stop.

Carlos chuckled and turned her over. “Hold on, bitch! You’re not done yet! Clean my cock off!” He roughly pulled the semi-conscious girl to a sitting position and grabbed her by the hair, startling her a little more awake. He held her lips to his steaming rod. “Open up!” Only half aware of what was happening, Michelle parted her lips and he pushed his smelly cock into her mouth. “Lick it clean!” he demanded, giving her hair a yank. Michelle was nearly overcome with nausea by the taste of her own ass on his cock, but somehow managed to keep from vomiting as she licked and sucked his shaft clean.

When she was finished to his satisfaction, he roughly tossed her aside. “Ok, I guess I’ll keep you . . . for a while!” he sneered as she fell to a crumpled heap on the dirty floor. He turned his dark eyes to Debbie. “Your turn, bitch!”

He grabbed her ankles and folded her legs back over her stomach, exposing her pussy and asshole.

“First, some lube!” he said with an evil grin, and pushed his cock deep into her pussy, which was still wet from Michelle’s licking. He slipped in fairly easily and Debbie gasped as he started pumping rapidly in and out of her tight snatch. Despite her utter hatred for him, she was starting to feel a tingle of pleasure as he continued to hammer away at her tender pussy.

“Mmmmm . . .,” she moaned involuntarily, biting her lower lip.

“You like that, you little slut?” he cried, and increased the pace. Debbie sighed as the tingle grew into a buzz. ‘Holy shit!’ she thought, ‘If he keeps this up, I’m going to cum!’ Carlos sensed she was getting close to orgasm and continued his furious fucking. Debbie’s moans got louder and her breath came in shallow gasps. She started humping her hips in time with his thrusts as the feeling grew stronger inside her spasming twat. Finally, she came hard, thrashing on the bed and crying out as the orgasm enveloped her senses and took over her body. Carlos kept up his fast pumping for as long as he could, and she just kept cumming over and over and over. He eventually tired and slowed down, but Debbie continued to cum non-stop, her face and chest flushed deep red and her body coated in a sheen of perspiration. He pulled out and she still came for a few more seconds, before finally collapsing in a pile of quivering flesh on the bed.

“Well!” he panted with a grin, his own body covered in sweat. “Aren’t you a handful!”

Debbie closed her eyes and licked her lips as she waited for her body to stop tingling. She felt a soft hand on hers and opened her eyes to see Michelle watching her, her green eyes wide with amazement.

“Are . . .are you ok?” Michelle asked, concern clouding her pretty face.

Debbie nodded. “Uh-huh! I . . .I’ve never cum . . . like that . . . before!”

Carlos watched them for a moment, but he wasn’t finished yet. He reached down and pushed two fingers deep into Debbie’s wet snatch. She gasped as his fingers probed her tender pussy. He pulled them back out, then held the dripping fingers to Michelle’s lips.

“Open up!” he said, pressing the fingers to her lips. Michelle obediently opened her mouth and sucked the fingers into her mouth, sucking the juice from them. As she sucked them clean, he pushed his hard cock back into Debbie’s still sensitive pussy. Debbie gasped and closed her eyes as the long shaft once again slid along her over-stimulated tunnel. He pumped in and out a few times, then pulled completely out. Before Debbie knew what was happening, he pushed her legs closer to her chest and positioned his cock at her asshole, and began to work it in.

Debbie wasn’t prepared for it. She screamed as his big tool twisted and pushed at her tiny virgin asshole, seeking a way inside.

“Ow! Oh, shit! That hurts!” she cried as he forced the tip inside, stretching her hole so wide it felt like she was being torn wide open. She screamed again as he pushed all the way in until his balls slapped against her cheeks. Michelle held her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. She knew all too well what Debbie was going through.

“Quit your damn blubbering!” Carlos yelled at Michelle. “Get down here and lick her pussy while I fuck her asshole!” Michelle reluctantly released Debbie’s hand and lowered her face to her still wet pussy. Debbie jumped as her tongue began to caress her swollen lips. She could taste Carlos’ precum as well as Debbie’s own sweet juices. Carlos was slowly fucking her tight virgin asshole, having a little difficulty, but thoroughly enjoying himself. Debbie was in intense pain. It felt like her asshole was on fire and Carlos’ big dick was splitting her in half. She could feel Michelle’s tongue gently licking her pussy, but the pain was much more intense. Carlos suddenly pulled out and drove his cock deep into her pussy, nearly hitting Michelle with it. He pumped a few times, getting more lube, then plunged it back into her stretched anal opening. Debbie screamed again. Her ass had stretched a little and it didn’t hurt quite as much, but it was still very uncomfortable and the pain was still barely tolerable. Carlos was moving faster, his eyes closed and his face screwed up into a pained grimace.

Suddenly, he pulled quickly from her ass and cried, “Get up here! Both of you!” Michelle looked up, but Debbie was dazed. Carlos grabbed her by the hair and pulled her roughly to a sitting position with one hand while he stroked his hard cock with the other.

“Open up!” he cried. They both opened their mouths and he pointed his cock at them. A second later, his cock erupted, shooting white gobs of sticky, hot cum all over their faces, in their mouths, and on their tits. When he finished, he looked down at the two naked and cum-soaked teens and grinned. He poked his cock into Debbie’s open mouth. “Clean it, bitch!” Debbie sucked on his penis, which literally tasted like shit, until it was clean and he pulled it out. He gathered up his clothes and got dressed as the two traumatized teenagers watched from the bed. He then picked up their clothes, tucked them under his arm, and turned to face them.

“You two are a mess! Get yourselves cleaned up. You have a party to attend later tonight and I want you clean and well-rested.” He turned to go, still holding their clothes. Michelle spoke up.

“Wh . . . what about our clothes?” she asked in a high, trembling voice.

Carlos stopped, then slowly turned to them, a smug smile on his dark face. “You won’t need any until it’s time to go.” He paused, looking thoughtful, then added, “Maybe not even then! Get used to going naked. It’s how you’ll be most of the time from now on!” He turned quickly and went out, locking the door behind him.


Chapter 17


Debbie and Michelle slowly got to their feet, went into the bathroom, and began removing the sticky cum from their faces and bodies. Debbie turned on the water to fill the bathtub.

“You go first,” she said to Michelle. “I’m going to try and find a way out of here.”

Michelle grabbed her arm. “What if they’re watching us?” Then, almost as an afterthought she said, “. . .and we haven’t any clothes!”

Debbie placed her hand over hers. “I didn’t see any cameras out there and something tells me Carlos isn’t as security minded as Donna was. As for our clothes . . .” She shrugged. “This place is far worse than Donna’s. They’re going to keep raping us over and over again. If we have to escape naked, that’s small potatoes compared to that!” Michelle thought about it and nodded. “Besides,” Debbie added, forcing a smile. “If we’re running around the city naked, we’re sure to get noticed!” Despite herself, Michelle started giggling and Debbie soon found herself joining her. They embraced and Debbie went out into the main room while Michelle eased her aching body into the tepid water.

Debbie made a quick survey of their new prison and went over to one of the boarded over windows. She tried the latch. It wasn’t locked. With the windows boarded over there really wasn’t a need to lock them. It was very stiff from several layers of paint and she couldn’t move it. She looked around and found a piece of two by four about a foot long and began tapping on the latch with it. At first, it wouldn’t move. Then it began to slide open, a fraction of an inch at a time. After a few minutes, it opened far enough for her to try to slide the window up. She pushed as hard as she could against it, to no avail. It was painted shut and absolutely refused to budge. After a few futile attempts, she moved over to the other window, but it too refused to open. She considered breaking the glass, but quickly dismissed the idea. If she were unable to get the plywood loose, the broken window would be impossible to conceal and they’d probably be killed. Or brutally raped and beaten. Or both.

She sighed and began looking around for anything that she might be able to use to open the window. The room offered little. There were only the two beds, the table, and two chairs. Other than that, the room was bare. She sat down on one of the beds and looked around again. Her eyes fell on the wooden table. Under the table-top, on one side, was a drawer. She went over and tried to pull it open, but there was no knob. She ducked her head under the table to take a closer look. Reaching around to the back of the drawer, she began pushing on it, wiggling the swollen wood until it finally began to slide open. Tugging on the front, she slowly managed to pull it open enough to look inside. It was a utensil drawer, with dividers for knives, forks and spoons. But what grabbed her attention was a dusty butter knife lying in one of the compartments. Certainly no good for a weapon, or a prybar. But maybe, just maybe, she could use it to cut the paint around the window and get it open.

Just then, Michelle came out of the bathroom, dripping wet. “You think they would at least give us some towels!” she said, shivering.

Debbie turned to her, the knife in her hand, and grinned. “I think I can get a window open with this!” she said, holding up the knife. Michelle followed her to the window and watched as Debbie slid the dull blade along the painted edge of the window pane and sill. It was slow going, but it was cutting through the layers of paint. She kept it up for a while, then passed the knife to Michelle.

“Here. You work at it for a while. I’m going to take a bath.”

Michelle took over as Debbie went into the bathroom and started her bath. By the time she returned, a half hour later, she was still only halfway around the window.

“Slow going, huh?” Debbie said as she took the knife and continued chipping away at the old paint. Michelle flexed her stiff hand.

“At least we’re doing something,” she replied.

A little over an hour later, they had chipped and cut away all the paint that was keeping the window from opening. Debbie returned the knife to the drawer, then they both put all their weight against the ancient window.

“On three,” Debbie said. She counted down from three and they pushed as hard as they could against the window. Nothing happened. They tried again, readjusting their positions for better leverage. They strained at the window, grunting as they put everything they had into it. Suddenly, with a loud creak, it slid up a little. They grinned at each other, then pushed again with renewed effort. The window sild haltingly open an inch, then two, until it was open wide enough for them to slip out.

Debbie pushed on the plywood covering the window. It flexed a little, but seemed to be securely fastened to the frame. She picked up the piece of two by four she used on the latch.

“Go listen by the door,” she told Michelle and she ran to the door, her bare breasts bouncing sexily. She listened for a moment, then nodded to Debbie. Debbie aimed the end of the board at the lower corner and drove the two by four into the plywood. It pushed out a little, but remained fastened to the outside wall. She looked over to Michelle, who listened, then nodded again. Once more, the two by four hit the plywood. On the fourth hit, the plywood pulled free of the nail holding the corner and Debbie was able to wedge the two by four into the opening and pry the plywood away from the window frame.

“Hold it!” Michelle hissed, waving a hand. “I think someone’s coming!” Debbie quickly tossed the board under a bed and using all her weight, pulled the window closed. They both went over to one of the beds and sat down just as the door opened and Joe walked in. He grinned widely at the two naked girls and held the door open.

“Dis way, bitches!” he said, waving an arm toward the open door. Sighing, they got to their feet and tried to cover themselves as best they could as they walked past his leering gaze and into the dingy hallway. They went back down the hall and into the garage where Carlos was waiting next to the Escalade. He grinned and opened the back door, gesturing for them to get in. He got into the driver’s seat and Joe opened the garage door. Thinking quickly, Debbie looked back at the building through the deeply tinted glass. The windows were only a few feet from the ground. An easy drop.

Carlos tossed some clothes into the back seat. “Put these on.” They looked at what he threw to them. Two very short pleated cheerleader skirts and two sports bras. No panties or tops. It was better than nothing, so they quickly put them on. Carlos made several turns, going up and down streets in a successful attempt to confuse them on any sense of direction. Neither girl had any idea where they were. All the buildings were the same mixture of brick and glass, with nothing discernable to use as a point of reference.

Finally, they turned into a narrow alley and stopped next to a plain steel door under a dim light. Carlos got out and knocked on the door, three quick raps, a pause, then two more. After a moment, the door opened and he spoke briefly to someone inside. The person stepped outside and the girls saw it was a tall, beautiful, long-legged blonde in a tight black evening dress. She spoke to Carlos, smiling and glancing occasionally at the black SUV. Finally, she gave him a kiss on the cheek and followed him over to the truck. He opened the back door and the blonde peered in at the two scared fourteen year olds.

“Very nice, Carlos!” she said, her bright green eyes lighting up as she examined them. “They’ll do very nicely!” She smiled at the girls and held out a hand. “Come with me, girls! You’re just in time!”

Debbie and Michelle slid out, shivering as they tried to cover themselves as best they could in their skimpy clothing.

“Yes,” the woman said as she eyed them approvingly. “Very nice indeed!” She waved a hand toward the open door. “After you, ladies!” They stepped into the doorway, hand in hand. The woman, after bidding goodbye to Carlos, came in behind them and closed the heavy door.



“Now,” the woman said as the door closed behind them, “Did anyone explain to you what you’ll be doing here tonight?” The girls shook their heads, their eyes lowered. They had a pretty good idea.

“Ok,” she said. “My name is Kim and I host . . . special parties.” She paused, watching them. “My clients like to, shall we say, explore their wild side - sexually - and you two are going to help them fulfill a few fantasies!” Her face, at first genial, changed suddenly. Her eyes narrowed and her features darkened. “And you will do whatever you’re told to do - willingly; happily. Understood?”

They both nodded. Unfortunately, they were becoming quite accustomed to their roles as sex slaves.

“Good!” Kim said, her face once again friendly. “Follow me . . . and remember to smile!”

She led them down a short hall and through another door into a room with four men and a woman sitting on couches, sipping drinks, and chatting. They all appeared to be in their twenties or early thirties. There was a large bed to one side of the room. As Kim and the two teens entered the room, conversation stopped and all eyes fell on them.

Debbie and Michelle held hands and huddled behind Kim, trying to conceal their barely covered young bodies. Kim stepped aside with a smile and pushed them forward.

“Now, girls! Don’t be shy!” she said in a cheery voice. They stood quietly, feeling the five pairs of eyes ogling them.

“Very cute, Kim,” the woman said as she stood up and walked toward them. She was pretty, and quite tall, with long brown hair that spilled straight down to the small of her back. Her slender body was accentuated by the tight red dress that she wore, her long, slender legs disappearing under it just inches from her pubic area. Her brown eyes flashed under long lashes as she examined the two girls. She reached out and pinched one of Debbie’s nipples, then squeezed her large, firm tits.

“You’re only fourteen?” she asked, still fondling her large breasts. Debbie nodded, her discomfort at being fondled by a strange woman obvious. “Wow,” she whispered. The men watched with great interest as she squeezed and fondled Debbie’s large, firm tits. One man was tall and well-built, his hair cut short in a crew cut. His handsome, chiseled face was accentuated by a pair of piercing blue eyes.

The next man was a little shorter and his dark hair fell in waves to his shoulders. He was also well built, though he wasn’t as muscular as the first man. He smiled broadly at the two girls and Debbie felt her heart skip a beat. He was handsome, yes, but something about him left her a little weak in the knees.

The other two men were standing next to the bar, watching the woman examine first Debbie, then move over to Michelle. Debbie thought it was a little odd that the men hung back while the woman checked them out. Then one of the men by the bar moved over to the girls. He was about five foot ten, slender, and had curly black hair. His dark eyes penetrated deep into Debbie’s as he took her by the hand and led her over to one of the couches.

The last man was about the same height as the man with the curly hair. His hair was thinning and he was a little overweight. Not fat, but definitely husky. He had soft blue eyes and a friendly grin.

Kim made introductions. “Girls, this is Karen. And the others are Mark, . . .” She indicated the man who’d led Debbie to the couch. He now stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders as he casually rubbed them. “And this is Ron, . . .” The heavyset man grinned and nodded. “The guy with the crew-cut is Alex, and this handsome fellow here . . .” She rubbed up against the man with the long hair, who smiled and kissed her hand. “. . . is David.”

Michelle shuddered as David walked over to her and stroked her bare arms. His eyes moved up and down her small body and his hands went up to her shoulders. He pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees. As she watched, he unfastened his jeans and smiled down at her.

“I think you know what to do, baby,” he said quietly, but firmly. Michelle sighed and reached inside his opened jeans. She grasped his hard cock and pulled it out. She slowly started stroking it, then opened her mouth and sucked it inside. Karen walked over and kissed David, then watched as Michelle slurped on his now fully grown cock. He reached up and caressed Karen’s tits with one hand, while he pushed Michelle’s mouth further onto his cock with the other.

Alex came over and knelt behind Michelle. He started lifting the sport bra over her head. David released his grip on her head so she could remove it, then pushed her mouth back to his cock. Alex amused himself by playing with Michelle’s firm round tits for a few minutes, then looked up to David and nodded toward one of the couches. Taking the hint, David stood up, removed his clothes, and sat on the couch. He beckoned to Michelle, who was still kneeling on the floor while Alex fondled her tits.

“Crawl over here, honey . . . you’re not done yet,” he said. Michelle crawled over to him, with Alex following close behind her. She started to kneel once again between David’s legs to resume her blow job, but Alex grabbed her by the hips and raised her up on all fours. David pushed her head into his lap and she went back to work on his cock.

Meanwhile, Alex stood up and undressed as Karen watched him, licking her lips seductively. When he was naked, she went over to him and kissed him deeply, her hand stroking his hardening cock. When it was fully erect, he knelt down behind Michelle again and caressed her small round ass, which was moving slightly under her short skirt as she continued sucking David’s cock. Michelle started at his touch, but didn’t stop her oral attentions. He slowly lowered her skirt to her knees then pulled it off one leg at a time. He spread her legs and started rubbing her exposed pussy until she was wet, then placed his long, hard dick against her wet slit and rubbed it back and forth. Knowing what was coming next, Michelle closed her eyes and prepared to be violated yet again.

He suddenly pushed in all the way without warning and Michelle yelped in surprised pain, her cries muffled by the big cock in her mouth. Alex started pumping his long, thick cock in and out of her tender vagina, ignoring her whimpers of pain. Michelle winced every time his cock bottomed out inside her. She didn’t see how big it was, but it felt bigger than Carlos’, possibly even bigger than Steve’s monstrous tool! She felt like she was being stretched further than ever before!

Unsatisfied with his uncomfortable position, Alex pulled his huge cock from her tortured pussy and stood up, her juices glistening along his shaft.

“Stand up!” he ordered, pulling her to her feet by her slender hips. She released David’s cock and started to stand up.

“Uh-uh!” David said, pulling her head back down. “I didn’t say you could stop!” She glanced quickly across the room and saw that Debbie was now also naked and taking turns sucking on the other two guys hard dicks. Karen and Kim stood to one side watching the action. Kim had her hand between her legs while Karen was in the process of removing her dress.

Michelle bent at the waist and took David’s cock back between her lips and sucked it to the back of her throat. She was getting used to giving head and it no longer disgusted her as it had just a few days ago. It was just part of her life now. The new position was hurting her back, but she said nothing, knowing that they wouldn’t care. Alex turned her slightly and put one of her feet up on the couch next to David. This was even more awkward for her. Her pussy was now fully exposed and spread wide open. Alex stepped up and pushed his huge cock back inside her, nearly lifting her feet up in the air as he did.

“Ahhh, yeah!” he gasped as his thick rod slid all the way into her small body. “I love a tight pussy!” He began to fuck her slowly, enjoying the tightness of her tiny hole.


Debbie watched as the two men ganged up on Michelle and wished she could somehow help her. She knew that in her fragile mental state, the poor girl wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. Hell, she wondered just how much longer she would be able to hold out before losing her mind.

Mark, still standing behind her, reached down and pulled her bra off. Her large tits bounced free and he immediately grabbed them, fondling them roughly. She watched as Ron undressed, his semi-hard cock nearly six inches long, and very thick. He stepped over to her and kissed her hard, shoving his tongue deep into her throat. As he kissed her, he reached down and yanked her skirt down, then ran his thick fingers along her slit.

“I could use a little help down here,” he said, his friendly smile turning menacing. Mark released his grip on her breasts and she dropped to her knees. She wrapped her hand around his stiffening shaft and gave it a few good licks before popping it into her mouth and sucking it to the back of her throat. She felt it growing harder inside her warm wet mouth and Ron sighed in pleasure as her tongue caressed it gently. Mark removed his clothes and stood opposite Ron by Debbie. He poked her in the cheek with his hard, eight inch prick, leaving a drop of precum.

“Me, too!” he said. She took his cock in her hand and stroked it before taking it into her mouth as well. She began alternating back and forth between them, stroking one while sucking on the other.

Meanwhile, Karen had removed her dress and walked over next to Mark wearing nothing but a pair of sexy red lace panties. She watched Debbie tag team with their cocks for a few minutes, teasing her own nipples.

“She’s quite a little cock-sucker!” Karen said as she rubbed her hard nipples. Mark pulled her close and kissed her passionately, his hand going to her firm tits. Karen broke off the kiss a few seconds later and smiled mischievously at him, nibbling on her lower lip.

“Would you mind if I took a turn?”

Mark grinned and pulled his cock from Debbie’s mouth, aiming it in Karen’s direction. Without missing a beat, Debbie went back to Ron’s cock, slurping noisily on the thick meat. Karen grasped his long shaft, slipped down into a squat, and sucked it into her mouth, her eyes raised up to his face.

Ron was enjoying his blow job, but was now in the mood for some fresh young pussy. He stepped back, pulled Debbie to her feet, and drove a thick finger into her twat, watching her wince as he did.

“I want some of that!” he said with a leering grin. He grabbed her arm and led her over to the bed. Kim was watching them all, her fingers working in her pussy. When Ron led Debbie to the bed, she went over to them.

“Wait a minute,” she said. She kissed the naked man and cupped his heavy balls in her hand. “I need a tongue in my cunt.” She looked at Debbie and smiled. “Hers.” Ron grinned and sat down on the bed to watch. Kim unzipped her dress and slipped it off. She was naked under it. Her body was beautiful; full round tits, a slender waist, and long shapely legs that met at a clean shaven pussy. Ron let out a low whistle as he took in her naked form.

“Wow!” he exclaimed. Kim smiled and bent over to kiss him again. Then she kissed Debbie, pushing her tongue deep into her throat. She broke off the kiss and put her lips to Debbie’s ear.

“You are going to eat my pussy until I tell you to stop!” she hissed, then looked the young girl in the eye. “Understand?” Debbie nodded slightly, her eyes lowered. Kim gave her a hard look. “Now tell me what you’re going to do, slut!”

Debbie looked back up at her until Kim’s hard stare forced her to lower her eyes again. “I . . . I’m . . .,” she mumbled.

“Speak up!” Kim yelled. “What are you going to do, slut?!”

Debbie jumped, startled at her loud shout. “E . . . eat your . . . p . . . pussy until you . . . t . . . tell me to stop!” Kim’s mouth twisted into an evil grin.

“Right!” she exclaimed, then nodded at Ron. “While Ron fucks you!” She stared at Debbie, who lowered her eyes.

“Wh . . . while Ron . . . fucks me,” she added quietly.

“Good! I do believe she understands!” Kim exclaimed, nudging a grinning Ron. She crawled onto the bed and rolled over onto her back, propped up on her elbows, and spread her legs wide. Debbie reluctantly moved between her legs, crawling up until her face was over her bare pussy, with her feet still on the floor. After making sure Debbie was positioned right for Ron, Kim pushed her face into her twat. Debbie began to lick at suck at her cunt and clit. Kim leaned her head back.

“Ahhhh . . . yes! Very good, slut!”

Ron stood behind Debbie, stroking his cock as he watched Kim sigh and moan while the pretty blonde teenager ate her pussy. When they were well under way, he pushed his hard cock against her tiny hole. “Here it comes!” he cried, and buried his thick meat deep into her tight cunt.

Debbie cried out as her vagina stretched to accommodate the thick penis, raising her face involuntarily from Kim’s pussy. Kim immediately pushed her back down.

“Keep eating, bitch! That’s just the first of many cocks you’ll feel in that tight little cunt tonight!” Fighting back tears of rage, pain, and utter humiliation, Debbie resumed licking at her tormentors’ swollen pussy, trying hard to ignore the pain as the thick cock was pushed in and out of her aching pussy.


Chapter 18


“Yes! Yes!” Kim moaned as Debbie’s tongue flicked back and forth over her inflamed clit. “Oh, shit! Yesss!” Kim’s body stiffened and jerked as her orgasm burst inside her and her cries faded to soundless screams of ecstacy. Debbie felt her pussy muscles contract on her tongue and a bitter-sweet fluid flooded her mouth as Kim’s hips bucked and twisted. She tried to pull away, but Kim’s hand held her firmly in place. She was forced to swallow and lap up the liquid as it sprayed from Kim’s spasming pussy. Finally, she released her death grip on Debbie’s head and collapsed to the bed.

“Ok! That’s enough!” Debbie gratefully raised her head, her face dripping with Kim’s cum. Ron was still fucking Debbie slowly, watching Kim in the throes of her very intense orgasm. Watching her brought him very close to cumming and he began fucking the hapless girl faster, driving his long, thick cock in to the hilt with each thrust.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” he cried, then pulled out of her and spun her around so his cock was inches from her face. “Suck it, slut! Swallow my cum!” he ordered. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her lips to his throbbing purple head. “Open up!”

Debbie opened her mouth and he shoved it in. Tears ran down her already face, already wet from Kim’s juices, as he started fucking her mouth, not waiting for her to begin. Debbie just went limp and let him do it. He was going to anyway, no matter what she did. Finally, he pushed it to the back of her throat, nearly gagging her, and held it there. He groaned and Debbie felt the hot cum splash against the back of her throat and fill her mouth. She swallowed again and again until he eventually stopped cumming. Knowing what was expected of her, she sucked on it until no more came out, then licked it clean. He pulled it from her mouth and looked down at her with a leering grin.

“Good job, whore! I’m gonna rest a minute, then maybe we can play again!” Just then, Michelle cried out from the other side of the bed.


Meanwhile, Alex had grown tired of fucking Michelle from that position. Besides, David had indicated that he wanted a go at her. He pulled out and David lifted her head from his cock.

“You’re a great little cocksucker, but I want to try out that tight pussy of yours!” He stood and led her to the bed, opposite of Debbie, Kim, and Ron. Michelle tried not to look as Debbie was forced to lick Kim’s pussy while Ron raped her. David sat on the bed and lay back, his feet still on the floor.

“Come here,” he said, indicating for Michelle to straddle him. She spread her legs and climbed onto his stomach, her small tits hanging in his face. David positioned her pussy over his cock and settled her down onto it. Michelle closed her eyes as the hard shaft penetrated her tortured pussy. At least it wasn’t as big as Alex’s and didn’t stretch her as bad, but this position felt like it was going in deeper. David rocked her for a few moment until she learned how he wanted her to move. To say she was enjoying it would have been a stretch, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Every once in a while his cock would rub on just the right spot and she’d moan in pleasure despite herself.

“I do believe she likes it!” David exclaimed. Alex grinned and looked around for someone to play with. Everyone seemed occupied. Then an idea struck him.

“If she likes one cock, she’ll love two!” he said, stepping up behind her. He pushed her forward until her face was only an inch from David’s. Suddenly she realized what he was planning.

“No!” she pleaded. “Please, don’t!”

“Aww, what’s the matter?” Alex said. “It won’t hurt . . . much!” He started rubbing his finger into her pussy and spreading her juices all over her puckered asshole.

“Please! No . . . please!” she begged, sobbing. Her ass was still very sore from Carlos, and Alex was bigger than Carlos . . . a lot bigger! Ignoring her peas, Alex placed the tip of his big cock at her back door and started to work it in. Michelle began to cry and screamed in pain as he forced her aching anus open and pushed the head of his huge cock in. She howled in pain, tears running down her cheeks and snot bubbles bursting from her nose.

“We’ve got a real screamer, here!” David yelled to Alex over the noise. He could feel Alex’s cock sliding into her through the thin membrane that separated her anal cavity from her pussy, filling her body with two large cocks at the same time.


Debbie watched in muted horror as Alex pushed his huge cock into Michelle’s ass while David’s remained buried in her pussy. Michelle’s face was contorted in pain and she was crying hysterically. Debbie couldn’t begin to imagine the pain she was being subjected to.

Alex continued to ignore her screams and pushed his huge meat all the way into her ass until it was completely inside her.

“Whew!” he gasped as Michelle’s screams subsided to wails and great heaving sobs. Debbie got up to go to her, but Kim grabbed her arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she said. “You just forget about your little girlfriend and worry about yourself!” Debbie sat down, fighting back tears as Alex began fucking in and out of Michelle’s back door and her screams began again.

Mark and Karen walked over to Debbie and Kim. “It sure sounded like she knows how to eat pussy!” Karen said, stroking Debbie’s blonde hair as Michelle’s screams once again gave way to sobs and whimpers. Kim nodded, grinning.

“Oh, yeah! She’s been well taught!”

“I’d sure like some of that young pussy! And ass!” Mark exclaimed, looking over at the others.

Ron, his cock nearly back to a useable size, watched as David and Alex fucked Michelle nearly unconscious. He walked over to them, stroking his cock, and pushed it to Michelle’s open mouth. It went in, but she acted like she didn’t even know it was there, which she probably didn’t. He soon gave up and wandered over to where the others were.

“Well, I’m ready to go again! Who’s next?”

Kim grinned and nodded at Debbie. “She seemed to want to join her friend over there. Maybe she’d like to have two cocks in her, too!” Debbie began to protest, but Kim pulled her down and kissed her, biting her lower lip before pulling away. Debbie touched her bleeding lip gingerly, and said nothing.

“Well, I don’t know about double-teaming, but I’d like a shot at all her holes!” Mark said.

“Come on, Ron,” Karen said, grabbing his arm. “I need a good fuck. You can do both holes if you want to!” He grinned at her and allowed her to lead him over to one of the couches.

Mark turned to Debbie. “Ok, kid. Lie down. It’s your turn.”

Debbie gripped his arm, her eyes pleading. “Please, don’t! I’ll suck your cock and swallow! You can cum in my face! Anything but that!”

Mark grinned maliciously at her. “Yes, I can do all that. And I can fuck your ass, too! Now, do you want to do this the easy way? Or the hard way? It doesn’t matter to me!”

Debbie felt her heart rise into her throat and she made a futile attempt to run for the door, but Mark caught her before she’d taken two steps.

“Ok, the hard way it is!” He picked her up, kicking and screaming, and carried her over to the end of the couch. Kim came over with some leather straps and rope. They managed to get the straps around her wrists and ankles after a few hard slaps across the face ended her struggles. Then Mark took her behind the couch and bent her over the back of it so her head was facing the cushions. Kim tied a piece of rope from her wrist straps to the front legs of the couch, then tied her ankles to the back legs, pulling her legs wide apart. Debbie screamed and cried in both anger and fear the whole time.

Once she was tied down and was positioned just right for Mark, Kim went over to a cupboard and returned with a large, realistic looking dildo and a roll of duct tape. She shoved the dildo into Debbie’s mouth and held it there while Mark wrapped duct tape around her head so she couldn’t spit it out. Her screams were muted down to muffled cries. She was trapped. Helpless. Her body was bent at the waist over the low-backed couch with her legs spread, revealing both her pink pussy and her puckered asshole. Mark moved into position behind her. Kim suddenly snapped her fingers.

“Hold on a second!” Mark pulled back and watched as she ran over to the cupboard, her perky tits bouncing sexily. She returned a few seconds later with a ten inch long dildo and held it up so Debbie and Mark could see it.

“Let’s see if she can take all of Big John here while you fuck her up the ass!” Kim said, grinning. Debbie’s eyes widened in horror and she renewed her struggle against her bindings, to no avail. She went around behind her and started working the huge fake cock into Debbie’s tight cunt.

“Make sure it’s all the way in so it doesn’t get in the way!” Mark said with a grin. Kim chuckled and pushed it further in.

“I can barely handle this monster!” Kim exclaimed as Debbie’s pussy was stretched beyond it’s limits. She screamed uselessly into her gag as the long phallus was pushed completely into her, going well into her uterus.

“Well, what do ya know! She did it!” Kim said with a laugh. She passed some KY to Mark. “Have at her, babe!” Mark greased up his cock and Debbie’s asshole then positioned his cock over her tiny rosebud. “Here comes daddy!” he cried as he applied pressure.

Debbie screamed again around the dildo. Mark kept pushing until her ring opened and his cock started to slip into her recently ravaged back door. Debbie squirmed against her bindings and sobbed as he pushed deeper and deeper into her anal cavity. Kim, fed up with her slave’s behavior, went around to her face and slapped her - hard. Debbie, stunned, stopped squirming and crying. She moaned loudly as Mark continued his long slow fuck of her tight ass.


Alex was having a hard time to keep from shooting his load into Michelle’s tight asshole. “Holy shit, she’s tight!” he exclaimed. “I’m gonna lose it soon!”

“Me, too!” David said. Michelle wasn’t moving much. She appeared to be in a state of shock. Of course, that didn’t prevent David and Alex from continuing to ream both of her holes mercilessly.

“Lift her off me!” David cried. “I want to cum in her face!” Alex, keeping his own cock buried in her ass, lifted her tiny, limp body from David’s hard cock. He scrambled out from under her and Alex lay her down on the bed with her ass still impaled on his huge cock. As David pointed his prick at her face and began to jerk it, David pumped her ass a few more times, then pulled out and rolled her onto her back. Both men fisted their dicks and jerked off all over her face and body, coating her with gobs of hot cum. When they finished, they left the semi-conscious teenager and went over to watch Mark fuck Debbie.


Debbie’s ass burned as if someone had stuck a hot poker up it. Mark was pounding her fast and hard and she was certain he was ripping her insides apart. When Alex and David came over, Kim ripped the dildo from her mouth and ordered her to clean their cocks off. After another cuff across the face, she did. Just as she finished with the last one, Mark pulled his cock from her ass and ran around to her face. He jumped up onto the cushions and shoved his throbbing dick into her face.

“C’mon, cum whore! Open wide!”

Debbie was too worn out to fight. She opened her mouth and Mark pushed his filthy cock inside. He pumped in and out a couple of times, then groaned as he emptied his balls into her mouth. He pulled out and shot the last of his load onto her face, then climbed down.

By this time, Ron and Karen lay panting on the other couch, both drenched in sweat. After chatting with the others for a few minutes, ignoring the two semi-conscious teens, they all got dressed and left the room. Debbie looked up and saw that they had left the door open and heard another one close, shutting off their voices. This was their chance!

[BJ Cortland]

Chapter 19



Debbie turned her head toward where Michelle lay. “Michelle!” she cried in a hoarse whisper. No answer. From her position, she could only see her feet on the rumpled sheets. “Michelle!” A little louder this time.

“Mmm,” she heard her murmur.

“Michelle! Wake up! This is our chance to escape!” She saw the feet move and heard a moan, followed by a choked sob.

“Michelle, honey, I know it hurts. They did it to me, too.” She tried to keep her voice calm. “But if we don’t get out of here now, they may kill us when they get back!” She heard the rustle of sheets and a very bedraggled looking Michelle stepped before her eyes. Debbie fought back tears at the sight of her friend.

“It’ll be ok! Quick! Untie me!” Michelle’s blank eyes stared vacantly for a moment, then she knelt down and began removing the straps from Debbie’s wrists and ankles. Once free, Debbie moved quickly, ignoring the burning pain in her ass, and gathered up their clothes.

“Come on! We can put these on outside!” She grabbed Michelle’s arm. “Let’s go!” With their clothing under one arm and pulling Michelle with the other hand, she pulled the door open and peered out into the hall. No one was there. At one end was a heavy wooden door, at the other was the steel door they’d come in through. There had been no handle on the outside, but there was a bar on the inside to open it. Debbie could see no lock and assumed it was a fire escape like they had at school that couldn’t be locked. They moved quickly down the hall and Debbie pushed on the metal bar. The door swung open with a clank and they stepped out into the dark alley. After checking to make sure they hadn’t been spotted, Debbie led Michelle as fast as possible down the dark alley toward a lit street at the far end. When they reached a couple of dumpsters near the end, Debbie pulled Michelle in behind them and passed her clothes to her. She dressed quickly and watched for pursuers while Michelle managed to cover herself up. Debbie checked her clothing, wiped some dried cum from her face and grinned.

“Ok, let’s go find a cop! We’re free, Michelle! Free!”

Michelle managed a faint smile. After one more check down the alley, they ran out into the lit street. It was empty; no people, no cars. Little more than another alley. Debbie could see cars going by at both ends and they started out for the nearest end at a brisk walk, always looking behind them for any sign of pursuit.

A few minutes later, they emerged onto a busier street. A few cars whizzed by, but Debbie pulled Michelle out of sight next to a tall set of steps into one of the tenements. She’s waited too long and had been through too much to risk flagging down a car that may be their kidnappers. They could wait for a cop car.

After about fifteen minutes and no police cars, she was about to give up and try another street when she heard a slow moving vehicle approaching. She peered over the top of the steps and her heart skipped a beat when she saw a black Escalade like Carlos’ moving slowly along the street, as if searching for something, or someone. For now, they were out of sight behind the steps. But once the SUV passed the steps, they’d be sitting ducks. She took Michelle’s hand and stared into her cum-stained face.

“We may have to run for it. Can you do that?” Michelle looked at her, a hint of fear in her glassy eyes.

“R . . .run? Yeah . . . s . . . sure. I guess.”

“Please, Michelle! This is a matter of life or death. If they catch us, they’ll kill us!”

That seemed to break through the fog a little more. Michelle nodded more sincerely. “I know. I’ll be ok.”

Debbie squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Ok.” She looked over the top of the steps again. The Escalade was closer now. The passenger window was down and she could see a muscular black arm leaning out of it. Joe!

Frantically, she looked down the street. If they ran the same way Carlos and Joe were moving, they would simply speed up and catch them in no time. If they ran the other way, past them, they may get a little further, but would still be easily caught. There was nothing to hide behind where they were now. Frustrated, she was trying to figure out what to do. They couldn’t be caught again! They would be killed for sure after escaping!

The SUV was almost to the steps. She could hear it’s idling engine and the sound of rap music coming from it’s speakers. She was about to grab Michelle and make a run for it, when it’s engine suddenly accelerated and it sped up, passing by just ten feet from where they crouched against the building. Joe and Carlos were both facing straight ahead.

‘What the . . .?’ Debbie thought. ‘Why did they do that?’ Her thoughts were cut off, her question answered when a police cruiser came into view behind Carlos and Joe. With a cry of joy, she jumped up and ran into the street in front of the cruiser, waving her arms, laughing and crying at the same time.



Chapter 20



A few minutes later, they were wrapped in blankets in the back seat of the police cruiser. Michelle sat quietly, tears of relief running down her face, while Debbie tried to explain everything they had been through to the two police officers. The officers listened to their story with shocked looks on their faces. They’d both seen a lot on the street, but Debbie’s story horrified them. From their bedraggled appearance, the way they were dressed, and Michelle was obviously in shock, they had no reason to doubt their story. Following Debbie’s directions, they returned to the building they’d just escaped from. One of the cops got out and knocked on the door. Debbie remembered the code Carlos had used and relayed it to the cop. A few moments later, a very surprised Kim opened the door.

“Is that one of them?” the other cop asked Debbie.

Michelle gripped Debbie’s arm. “Yes,” Debbie replied. “She helped them rape us.” Her voice was choked and she had to fight to keep from crying.

“It’s ok,” the cop said softly. “You’re safe now.” He picked up the microphone and radioed for backup, then opened his door. “Wait here. The doors are locked. No one can get to you,” he said and went over to where his partner was talking to Kim. Debbie and Michelle watched as he nodded to his partner and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. They faced Kim against the wall and cuffed her. Just then, another police car pulled up. Kim glared at them as she was led to the other car. Debbie calmly held up her middle finger and mouthed ‘Fuck you, bitch!’ as she passed by their window.

They watched as their rapists were brought out one by one, handcuffed, searched, and lined up along the wall to wait for the paddy wagon. The police officer that picked them up came over to the car and opened the door.

“We found six people inside. Is that all of them?” Debbie and Michelle scanned the faces of their torturers and nodded.

Debbie said, “That’s all of them, but there was a black Escalade looking for us. They’re the ones who brought us here, and . . .” She lowered her head.

“Did they . . . hurt you, too?” he asked gently, trying to conceal the anger in his voice. He had a twelve year old daughter and he couldn’t imagine what he would do if something like this happened to her. Debbie nodded, struggling against the tears.

“His name . . . is Carlos. His bodyguard is Joe,” she said.

The cop nodded. “Carlos has a shaved head and Joe is a big black guy?” he asked. Debbie looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears and nodded.

The cop smiled grimly. “We know who they are. Don’t worry, we’ll nail them.” He glanced over his shoulder at the prisoners. “If it’s any consolation, child molesters have a tough time in prison. And I plan to make sure that wherever they end up . . . and trust me, they’re all going away for a long time . . . but wherever they end up, I will personally ensure all the other cons know exactly what they did.” He fixed them with a grim smile. “They’re going to get first hand knowledge of how it felt to be in your shoes!” Debbie did get some satisfaction from his words, and settled back in the seat next to Michelle. She looked over to see an almost malevolent smile on Michelle’s lips as she watched Alex, Ron, David, Mark, and Karen be led into the paddy wagon. She noticed Debbie watching her and looked at her.

“I hope they get fucked up the ass every fucking day for the rest of their miserable lives!” she said matter-of-factly. Debbie stared at her. Was this the same meek, mild mannered girl she thought she knew? She found herself nodding in agreement.

“Me, too, honey. Me too.”


Chapter 21


A few minutes later, a black minivan arrived and the cop waiting with them explained that it was a special unit trained to help rape victims. The girls thanked him gratefully, hugging him warmly, before allowing the female officer from the minivan to lead them away. They went directly to the hospital, where they were each given thorough examinations, checked for STDs, and had semen and DNA samples taken for the investigation. And since they had not taken the time to wipe the various cum stains from their faces and bodies, there was plenty of evidence.

A couple of hours later they were lying in their beds in the same hospital room with a police guard at the door. Michelle had refused to be separated from Debbie and to be honest, Debbie wanted to stay with her, too. Two detectives had just left after asking them a few questions and told them that their parents had been notified and were on their way. Debbie looked over at Michelle, who was asleep thanks to the sedatives the doctor had given her. He explained to Debbie that she was in deep shock and would require extensive psychotherapy if she ever hoped to recover. He recommended therapy for her as well, although she appeared to be doing better than Michelle. The good news was that all the tests for STDs came back negative. And neither of them was pregnant. She lay staring blankly out the window, thinking about how much she’d grown up in the past few weeks and trying to think of a way to help rescue Katie and Carrie.

“Debbie? Oh my god, my baby!” Her mother rushed in and hugged her, her father following close behind. Debbie held them tight for a long time, all three sobbing with tears of relief and joy. They asked her where she had been, what had happened to her. She just shook her head. How could she explain to her parents what had been done to her?

“I called Carrie and Katie’s parents before we left. Do you know where they are?” her mother asked, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Debbie shook her head sadly.

“We were separated the night they . . . took us. I haven’t seen them since, but I did hear from one other girl that she had seen Katie . . . um, about a week ago, I think. She said she was ok.” Her father was out in the hall, talking to the doctor. When he came back in, his face was dark. Debbie could see the frustrated anger in his eyes.

“Those . . . bastards!” he exclaimed, looking at her with tears in his eyes. “How could they . . .” He broke down, unable to continue. Her mother looked at him, wondering what he was talking about. She looked at Debbie, who decided she had to tell her.

“They . . .they raped us, Mom. Over and over and over . . .” She began to shake and sob and her mother held her in her arms, rocking her in that soothing way only mothers can do.

They were still hugging each other a few minutes later when Michelle’s parents arrived. She was still deep in a drug induced sleep. The doctors had gently explained to them what had happened to their daughter. Her mother came in and sat next to her, holding her hand and sobbing quietly, both in relief that she was alive and in sorrow for what she’d been through. Michelle’s father was a tall man who had the physique of a linebacker. The pain in his eyes was clearly evident as he stood next to his wife and watched his daughter sleep.

After a few minutes, he turned to Debbie’s parents and introduced himself and his wife. He looked at Debbie and shook her hand firmly, but gently. “I understand you’re the reason you two were able to get away from those . . . those . . .” He choked back a sob, took a deep breath, and continued. “Please forgive me. When I think about what those . . . sick sons of bitches did to you, I just want to . . .” He paused again. “Anyway, I just want to thank you,” He gestured toward his wife. “WE want to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for bringing our baby home. If there’s ever anything you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.” Tears filled his eyes and ran down one cheek. “We thought we had lost her,” he said, his voice cracking. “And we may still. She certainly isn’t a baby anymore.” He looked over at Michelle.

“She’s stronger than you think,” Debbie said. “If it wasn’t for her untying me, we’d still be there.” She managed a weak smile. “She’s going to be ok.”

The big man looked into her eyes and patted her on the shoulder, before going back over to his wife and daughter. Debbie watched them for a moment, then turned to her parents.

“Mom, Dad, I want to help the police find Katie and Carrie, and all the other girls who they kidnaped.”

“Sweetie, let’s just worry about getting you taken care of. Leave that up to the police,” her mother said.

Debbie shook her head. “No. The doctors say I need therapy. I can’t think of any better therapy than helping to nail those . . .” She bit her tongue, almost calling them ‘fuckers’. “. . . bastards to the wall.”


Chapter 22




A few days later, Debbie was in her living room talking to Detectives Frank Green and Elaine Masters of the Special Victims Unit. They’d been talking since she was brought to the hospital and they knew everything she did about Donna and her gang of child molesters. She told them she wanted to help in their capture, actively. The two detectives exchanged glances.

“Uh, Debbie,” Detective Green said, “We appreciate your cooperation and you’ve already been a big help, but I’m afraid anything beyond that is simply out of the question.” Masters spoke up.

“We can’t allow a minor to be involved in an investigation, Debbie. I’m sorry.”

“But I’m already involved!” she protested. “What more can they possibly do to me?”

Elaine took a deep breath. “They could kill you, Debbie. Or recapture you.”

“But they’re my friends!” she pleaded. “I have to help them!”

Elaine took her hand. “We understand how you feel, but leave this to us, ok? We know how to handle these people.”

She could tell that she wasn’t going to get anywhere with them. She sighed resignedly. “Can you at least keep me updated on any progress?”

Elaine smiled and stood up. “That, we can do!” They both shook her hand and left her alone.

Her parents were still both at work. She thought about calling Michelle, but she was still at the shrink. In the days since her release from the hospital, her and Michelle had talked for hours on the phone and Debbie had gone to visit her every day. She was being released today after her therapy session and Debbie was planning to visit her at home tonight. She leaned back on the couch and thought. There had to be something she could do!

Then it hit her. The movies. They had to be selling the movies they made somehow. Probably over the internet. She picked up the phone and called her older brother, Tom. He was twenty-four and had been living in the city for almost two years. Maybe he could help her find out how they were doing it.

She explained her idea to him, swearing him to secrecy. He reluctantly agreed to help her. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help, he just didn’t want to put her in any danger. And he wanted to see the people who did this to his baby sister pay as much as Debbie did. He agreed to get back to her as soon as he knew something.

A few days later, Debbie was in her room. She had just gotten off the phone with Michelle, who seemed to doing much better, although she still had a long way to go. They both did. Debbie was also going to therapy, but she was careful not to let her detective work slip out. She wasn’t sure if the sessions were helping much, but it did feel good to talk about it. There was a quick knock at her door and Tom poked his head in.

“Hey there! How are you feeling today?”

“Tom! Hi! Come on in!” She and Tom had always been close, even though he was ten years older. There was never any sibling rivalry between them, probably because of the age difference. She gave him a hug, then in a hushed tone asked, “Did you find out anything?”

Tom sighed and held out a computer printout. “If the cops ever look at my computer to see what websites I’ve been visiting, they’ll throw me in jail!” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe all these sickos are free to sell their garbage to anyone with a computer and a credit card!”

Debbie scanned the paper. It was a list of websites that offered sex tapes of young girls, and boys. Most of them were set up so you could order on-line or by mail, using a PO box.

“Are you really going to stake out these PO boxes,” Tom asked, looking over her shoulder at the list.

She nodded. “At least the ones here in town. It’s the only way I can think of to find them. It has to be one of them, and they’ll have to check it fairly regularly.”

“What if they see you and recognize you?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“I’ll wear a disguise,” she replied, studying the list. “A wig, dark glasses, and baggy clothes so they won’t be tempted to kidnap me again.” That part was supposed to be a joke, but Tom wasn’t laughing.

“Just be careful. And let me know when and where you’re going. I’ll come with you if I can,” he said.

She kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks, Tom. It really means a lot to me.”


Chapter 23


Three weeks later, Debbie was sitting near one of the PO boxes on the list at another post office in the city. Tom had been with her on most of her stake-outs, but today he was working. This was the seventh post office she’d watched and none of the people who’d picked up the mail at the other boxes looked familiar. She couldn’t be sure she would even know the person who picked up the mail, but at least she was doing something. She had met quite a few of Donna’s staff and she was hopeful whoever was picking up the mail would be someone she’d recognize. Her dark wig covered her blonde hair and she wore an old cap and loose fitting clothes, trying to appear as ordinary and unattractive as possible.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a man enter the post office and approach the bank of PO boxes. Something about him seemed familiar and she casually glanced in his direction. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. There, not twenty feet from where she was sitting, was Andrew, the man who seduced and raped her! She quickly ducked her head behind the magazine she was holding and held her breath as he opened the box she was watching and collected some envelopes from it. He turned around, looking quickly around the room, then went back out the doors he came in through.

Acting on impulse, she ran to the doors and looked out in time to see him enter a subway station just outside. She went out and ran down the steps to the station. He was already past the turnstiles by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs. She bought a token and ran to the platform in time to see him standing on a train that was pulling out of the station. ‘Damn it!’ she thought, then considered what she’d almost done. What if she had managed to get on the train with him? What was she going to do? Make a citizen’s arrest? More likely, he’d just take her back to Donna and then what? They’d have to kill her, of course! She pulled the list of PO boxes from her pocket. She had to call Detective Masters. Maybe when she saw what Debbie had done, she’d let her at least watch as they picked up Donna and her cohorts. She smiled to herself. ‘I’ve got you, you bitch!’ she thought, and went back up to the street.


For the next three days, Debbie and Elaine waited in Elaine’s car outside the post office for Andy to reappear. When she’d explained to Elaine how she found Andrew, Elaine was impressed by her ingenuity and reluctantly agreed to ask her captain if Debbie could observe when they arrested the gang.

“But, you stay in the car!” Elaine had scolded her after she had obtained permission from her captain and Debbie had convinced her less than enthusiastic parents. Debbie agreed, but secretly hoped she could be there to see the look on Donna’s face when they slapped the cuffs on her.

They were parked across the street where they could see the subway station and the entrance to the post office. Two plainclothes cops were in the post office and two more were in the subway. Debbie and Elaine talked like old friends as they whiled away the hours. Debbie learned that Elaine was married to a lawyer who worked in the DA office and had a four year old daughter.

“So you see, this case really hits home for me,” she said, sipping her coffee. Debbie nodded her understanding. She began telling Elaine that she was seriously considering a career in law enforcement. She wanted to help put sick people like Donna away so they couldn’t hurt anyone. Elaine was explaining to her how she had gotten interested in it when Andrew stepped out of the subway station and walked up the steps to the post office. She interrupted Elaine abruptly, almost yelling.

“That’s him!” she cried, pointing to him.

“Are you sure?” Elaine asked, picking up a pair of binoculars and training them on the slim young man.

“He pretended to be my friend, then raped me,” she said flatly, her eyes never leaving him. “I’m sure.” Elaine nodded and keyed her radio.

“Tall blonde man, Caucasian, wearing a blue windbreaker and jeans. He just walked from the subway and is now entering the post office.”

The radio crackled a second later. “We see him.” Elaine smiled at Debbie and she felt her heart rate increase. They had him!

A minute later, the radio crackled again and a woman’s hushed voice said, “He opened the box and retrieved several envelopes. He’s moving back toward the exit.”

Elaine keyed her mike. “Copy that. Are you ready, Frank?” Frank was one of the detectives in the subway station.

“I copy. We saw him get off the train. We won’t lose him.”

A moment later, Andrew left the post office and entered the subway station. After what seemed an eternity to Debbie, Frank’s voice barked from the radio. “He’s getting on the east bound train. We’re right behind him.”

Elaine acknowledged his transmission and started the car. “Now what?” Debbie asked as they pulled away from the curb.

“He got on the east bound train. We’ll follow it’s route up here until Frank tells us where he gets off. There are two other cars doing the same thing.” She glanced over and smiled. “Don’t worry. He’s not going to get away!” They drove in the general direction of the subway train. Every few minutes Frank would check in to keep them appraised. The minutes seemed like hours as they waited for word on where he got off. Then the radio crackled.

“He just exited the train at the West Island Station!”

“Copy that,” Elaine replied, squealing the tires as she made an abrupt turn to get them to the West Island station. “Our ETA is two minutes!” She made another turn and said, “It’s only a couple of blocks from here, but we won’t get too close in case he recognizes the car from the post office. We don’t want to spook him before he leads us to the others.” Debbie just nodded a reply, too excited and nervous to speak.

The radio came to life. “He’s walking south on Fifty-third.” They sat in silence as the moments ticked away. Finally, Frank said, “We’ve got him! He just went into an old warehouse . . .uhhh . . . number 10358 Fifty-third Street!”

Debbie sucked in her breath. “They took us to a warehouse . . . with a deep basement. All the rooms were down there.” Elaine nodded. Debbie and Michelle had both described Donna’s ‘studio’ to her in separate interviews. Their stories were nearly a perfect match, and more importantly, the warehouse Andrew had ducked into also matched their description.

Elaine picked up the mike. “Let’s all meet one block west. I want the building surrounded. Cover all the exits. No one gets out.” Several officers acknowledged her order and the radio came to life as they coordinated their surveillance.

When they arrived at the meeting area, three other unmarked cars were already there with a total of seven plainclothes cops. Elaine pulled up and rolled down her window. Frank leaned in.

“We’ve got one garage door on this side and a man door on the other where our mark went in,” he said, pointing in the direction of the two entrances. “There are a couple of other doors and several ground floor windows, but they’re all boarded up. Those two doors seem to be the only way in or out.”

“Good work,” Elaine replied. “Do you have the warrant? Is backup ready?”

Frank held up a piece of paper and nodded. “They’re waiting for our signal.”

Elaine took a deep breath and looked over at Debbie in the passenger seat. “Are you ready?” She nodded. “Then let’s do it!” Two of the cars roared off to cover one entrance. Elaine remained in the car with Debbie while Frank and two detectives went over to the man door next to the garage door. They were about to kick it open when it was suddenly opened from the inside and a very startled looking man, who Debbie knew as Mike, found himself staring into the barrels of three Glock nine millimeter pistols. He raised his hands automatically and one of the detectives holstered his gun, spun him around against the wall, frisked and handcuffed him. He read him his rights as he led him over to Elaine’s car.

“I said, do you understand your rights, scumbag!” the detective was saying to him.

“Yes!” Mike replied. “Do you understand police brutality?” The detective ignored that comment. “Think you could babysit this dirtbag while we go see if his friends are home?” Elaine agreed and he pushed him into the back seat. Debbie turned to look at him through the plexiglass shield.

“Hello, Mike,” she said, fixing him with a flat stare. He jumped at the mention of his name and his eyes grew wide as he recognized Debbie. But he quickly fixed a sullen look on his face and stared out the window.

“My name isn’t Mike and I ain’t done nothin’!” he said. Debbie continued to stare at him for a few seconds, then turned around and looked out the windshield. Elaine smiled to herself. She was one cool little girl to be able to face her rapist so calmly.

A few minutes later, the radio crackled. “We found the elevator, but we need a key and a PIN number to operate it.”

Debbie gestured toward Mike. “He’s got a key and he knows the number.”

Elaine looked at him in the rear view mirror. “Shall we do this the easy way, or the hard way, Michael?”

He snuffed indignantly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Elaine grinned. “Ok, the hard way, then!” She winked at Debbie. “Here’s the deal. You are going to jail. That is a certainty. For a long time.” She paused, letting him absorb her words, then continued. “Now, you’re a pretty good looking guy. If the other inmates were to somehow discover that you were serving time for multiple child rapes, I think it will give the term ‘hard time’ a whole new meaning, don’t you think?”

Mike swallowed a big lump in his throat. “I didn’t rape no kids!”

Debbie rolled her eyes. “Hello! I’m right here, asshole! After what you and your friends did to me, I might not be a kid anymore, but I sure as hell was when you made me suck your filthy cock!”

Mike was silent for a long moment. He seemed to realize that they had him and said, “What if I cooperate . . . can we cut a deal?”

“No deals,” Elaine said firmly without hesitating. “All I can do is promise not to spread any rumors about your sexual preferences around the cell block.”

Mike sighed dejectedly and leaned his head against the back of the seat. “It’s on the chain around my neck.”

“And the PIN code?” Elaine asked.

“Two-eight-seven-three,” he replied.

Elaine retrieved the key and called for someone to come and get it. When a detective came over to get it, Elaine said, “Do me a favor, Rick. Bring them all out this door.” The detective smiled and nodded, then ran back into the warehouse. A few minutes later, Frank said over the radio, “The key and PIN number worked. We’re going down.”

“Copy that,” Elaine replied. “I’m calling in backup!” She switched frequencies and gave the signal for the marked cruisers and paddy wagons to roll in, then switched back to Frank’s frequency. Ten long minutes passed before they heard any more from Frank. His voice was excited and they could hear other voices in the background.

“We’ve got about nine suspects and maybe a dozen very scared young girls in here! All clear!”

“Roger that! Good work!” She beamed at Debbie, who couldn’t stop herself from grinning broadly. “We got them!”

“I hope Carrie and Katie are all right,” Debbie said, her smile fading. The patrol cars had arrived a few minutes earlier and Mike had been put into another car for transport to jail.

Elaine thought for a moment, then said, “Do you want to go in and see if we can find them?”

Debbie’s face lit up. “Could we?!”

Elaine nodded. “Sure. Frank said it’s all clear. Let’s go!” She put her arm around Debbie’s shoulders and they both went inside. Debbie paused at the foot of the stairs, remembering the first time she had been here.

“Are you ok?” Elaine asked, pausing on the bottom step. Debbie took a deep breath and stepped up behind her.

“Yeah, just a lot of bad memories. I’ll be ok.” They went up the stairs and through the door at the top to the hallway where the elevator was. A uniformed officer was standing guard at the elevator doors. He nodded to Elaine, but gave Debbie a doubtful look.

“It’s ok. My responsibility,” Elaine told him and he stepped aside so they could get in. As the elevator moved downward, Debbie’s emotions were in a turmoil. She was excited about hopefully rescuing Carrie and Katie, but was terrified at the thought of seeing Donna’s cold eyes again. Then there was the possibility that Donna may not have been there when the police raided. Or that Carrie and Katie may have been sold like her and Michelle and weren’t there.

The elevator stopped, interrupting her thoughts. She took a deep breath as the doors slid open. The familiar carpeted hallway stretched out before her. Several uniformed and plainclothes cops milled about and everyone seemed to be talking at once. Elaine stepped out. Debbie hesitated a second, then followed her. Elaine spoke to a detective and he pointed her toward a door. She took Debbie’s hand.

“This way, Debbie. The girls are all in here.” They walked toward a door maybe twenty feet down the hall. As they passed an open door, Debbie heard a voice that sent shivers down her spine.

“I know my rights! And I want my lawyer!” Debbie stopped and looked through the doorway. Donna was sitting on a bed, her hands handcuffed behind her back, arguing with one of the detectives. She was facing away from the door and didn’t see Debbie walk in, with Elaine following close behind her. She stopped just inside the door. Donna was cursing and swearing, threatening to sue, and basically being a bitch. The detective she was yelling at looked over her head at Elaine and shook his head.

“This, uh . . . lady . . . claims she was only here looking at the place to possibly rent it. Says she had no idea what they were doing down here.”

Donna turned around. “That’s right! I’m innocent and I want . . .” She stopped talking when she saw Debbie staring coldly at her.

“It’s over, Donna. And you’re going to pay for what you did to us,” Debbie said quietly, never taking her eyes off Donna’s. She looked up at the detective she had been yelling at. “She’s the boss. She gave all the orders.” She looked back down at Donna, who was glaring at her. “The stare won’t work, Donna. I’m not afraid of you anymore.” She moved a little closer, her movements slow and deliberate. Her hands were steady. Donna laughed and looked up at Elaine.

“Well, well! Who is this little wench? Some street whore you dug up to frame me?” Debbie held her eyes on Donna’s.

“It won’t work, you evil bitch. You’re going to jail for the rest of your miserable fucking life and I hope someone reams your tight ass with a broomstick at least once a day!” With that, Debbie held her gaze for a few more seconds, then turned and walked out. Donna’s mouth dropped open and the detective stifled a laugh. Elaine was amazed that Debbie had the resolve to even face her, and was more than a little impressed with her speech! She shook her head, chuckling. This was one tough little girl!

Debbie walked down to the room where all the abducted girls were and paused at the door. Taking a deep breath, she went in. There were maybe a dozen young girls in various skimpy costumes all being questioned by different police officers. She recognized Zoe, Jessica, and Darlene from the movie she had started with them.

“Debbie!” She turned to see Carrie running toward her. Katie spun around and was soon following her across the room. They embraced, laughing and crying, all trying to talk at once. Elaine walked over and stood watching them, a smile on her face. A plainclothes cop came over to her.

“I need to finish debriefing those two,” he said.

Elaine slapped his shoulder. “Aw, leave them alone. They’re not going anywhere for a while.” She walked over to Debbie. “I see you found your friends!” she said, smiling. Debbie smiled up at Elaine, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“But Donna told us they sold you to a street pimp for disobeying!” Katie was saying. “We didn’t know you were still here!”

Debbie shook her head. “I was . . . me and another girl, Michelle. But we escaped and came back for you!”

Elaine squeezed Debbie’s shoulders. “Debbie’s the reason we found you. She’s one hell of a detective!”

Carrie and Katie stared at her, wide-eyed. “Really?” Carrie said. “You did this!?” Debbie shrugged and looked down.

Elaine laughed. “Now, now! Don’t be shy! You’re a hero!” She explained what happened to Carrie and Katie. As she did, a few other girls drifted over, listening to the story of their rescue. When she was finally wrapping up the story, all of the girls were listening intently.

Katie took her hands in hers and looked her in the eyes. “You did all that . . . for us?” Debbie, embarrassed by all the attention, merely shrugged.

“Well, you guys are my best friends! I couldn’t just leave you here with that bitch!” She looked around at the others. She recognized a few of them; most she didn’t know. She did know the scared look on their faces, though. “I couldn’t leave any of you here, for that matter!” She grinned at Carrie and Katie. “I really nailed that skank, didn’t I!”

A loud cheer went up and all the girls ignored the police officers trying to interview them and clustered around Debbie, thanking her with hugs and slaps on the back. One of the cops walked over and stood by Elaine.

“You realize now that we’ll have to start over,” he said, watching the cheering, giggling girls.

Elaine watched them celebrate for a few seconds before answering.

“Yeah, but look at them. It’s not that big of a deal to start over, is it?”

The officer looked at them, then smiled and shook his head. “No, I guess it isn't,” was all he said before going back to the other detectives.


The End



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[hanes_el]

very good

[Scorpio8]

A well developed storyline on this one BJ.

Plenty of detail work to draw the reader into the story.

Breaking them in right, just the way I like it.

[BJ Cortland]

Thanks, guys. I've got another long one ready but I think I'll try posting it on the story side. Don't want to flood the forum! lol

[badlybent]

:icon087: BJ I would just like to thank you for this series. I've found it very compelling and always looked forward to each new addition. I know that the series is finished and I hope others will find it and appreciate it as much as I have. Looking forward to more of your great stories. ;flash;

[BJ Cortland]

Thanks, badlybent. Always nice to know my work's appreciated. This story is finished, as you pointed out, but I have several more in the writing and editing stages. I'll post them either here or on the story side.

[judy_C]

Great Story I loved it. I did notice a few gaps in the story which hopefully you will "fill" in for readers. What I am reffering to is:

"what happens to Carrie, Katie, Jessica, and some of the other girls during the 3 weeks when Debbie was searching for them?"

This might make a good interlude story line. I got the feeling that Donna had more planned for the girls besides just movies; she seemed to take a special interest in Carrie from the start.
(suggestion- Carrie as Donna's private girl?);flash;

Also is Donna going to try to get revenge when she gets out of prison or out on bail?

Overall an excellent story.

Judy

[BJ Cortland]

Thanks, Judy. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

I realize that there are some gaps in the story, but it was getting long and I wanted to wrap it up. I figured readers would assume the girls were going through the same routines and decided to focus on Debbie and how she rescued them instead of going into more of the same sex scenes over and over again.

I have no plans to add any more to the story at this time. Stolen Innocence was one of my first stories, and it's still one of my favorites. But it's finished. I have too many other stories on the go, including another one I thought I had finished - Family Friend, which is posted on the story side. So many people e-mailed me asking me to continue it that I felt obligated to. Between that and a few others I'm working on, it's becoming almost overwhelming. It's only a hobby that I do because I enjoy it, not because I have to. I already have a full-time job.

Once again, thank you for the kind words and suggestions. I'll keep them in mind if I ever do decide to continue the story.

BJ

[GINNY1026]

great story.i had to stay up and finish it all in one sitting.looking forward to reading more of your stories.

[Deathnote]

Yep... I remember this story on another site. It was one of the better ones I read there. :p

Thanks for sharing this! ^_^

[avxas]

Nice story!

[billybob43]

Really good story