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Missy’s Misfortune PT3
For a few days after the session with the chair and the dildo’s Missy was left alone. Not completely alone of course, she was still fed and watered, but she was not molested, even by Mel when she brought her food in. She tried to ask Mel what was happening? why was she being held here? why was she kept naked? Why were her hands always tied behind her back? but Mel maintained a stony silence, even as she fed Missy mouthful by mouthful. She’d found from experience that this was the best way to start the break-down of new slaves.
Then one morning about an hour after Mel had brought her breakfast in Missy heard the sound of the door being unlocked and Jenny and Mel entered. Jenny was carrying a brown paper package, Mel was carrying 2 nasty looking leather riding crops. Having learnt that her questions were always unanswered Missy watched the two silent women with nervous apprehension. Suddenly Jenny spoke.
Missy merely sulked and turned her head away. Next second she heard a swish and felt a streak of red hot fire on her bare leg as Mel gave her a vicious blow with one of the riding crops.
“Show respect to your Mistress, you little bitch.”
The sudden pain ended Missy’s brief defiance and she cringed as Mel lifted the crop again.
“Good, good morning, Mistress.” Missy stammered, watching the crop in Mel’s hand.
“Good slut, I see you still need plenty of training though. Still, we have plenty of time.” Jenny briskly told her as she started to open the package. “Thought you may like to see this” and tossed news-paper onto the bed. Mel moved over to her and unlocked the hand-cuffs freeing her hands for the first time in days. Gratefully Missy rubbed her wrists where the cold steel had dug into them as her attention was directed to the front page of what was her local paper. Her stomach tightened as she read the headline:
Underneath was an article about her disappearance and how the Police were following ‘a significant new lead’. Following information supplied by her school the Police were interviewing a 40 year old local man. Jenny could see the confusion in Missy’s eyes and grinned maliciously.
“Let me explain what that means; Chrissy felt it was her duty to tell the authorities that you came to see her recently and said that your Father was creeping you out: looking at you in a strange way, etc. Our wonderful Police took the bait and have hauled your Father in for questioning.”
Missy looked up, shaking her head.
“My Dad has never done that.” Her voice was almost breaking into sobs as she spoke.
Jenny shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter, does it? Nice picture, by the way.”
Missy glanced back at the article, there was a bit about the devastating effect her disappearance had had on her family and there was an accompanying picture of her Mother and younger sister. Her eyes misted over at the sight of them, and the realisation that she’d probably never see them again.
“Your sister’s cute.” Jenny went on. “Say’s here she’s 13, a bit young for me but maybe in a couple of years I may make a move for her. Actually your Mom’s not bad too, bit old for me, obviously, but I’m sure she’d do”
Mel laughed. “Imagine having all 3 as your slaves? Wow, that’d be something else.”
Jenny purred her agreement at this suggestion.
Missy shook her head again and closed her eyes.
Jenny noticed her eyes closing and smiled. “We thought you might appreciate the last paragraph, too.”, and Missy opened her eyes and focused on the last bit of the article.
“Christine Bailey, one of Missy’s teachers, issued a statement last night which reads ‘Missy is a lovely girl and her disappearance is a terrible shock. We’re all praying for her safe return, and just hope nothing bad has happened to her. Missy, if you’re reading this please get in touch, no one is angry with you, we all miss you and just want to know you’re ok.’”
Missy felt as if she was going to faint as she read Miss Bailey’s words, she shook her head as her eyes misted over again.
“Chrissy is so thoughtful.” Jenny laughed as she threw the rest of the package onto the bed, Missy looked at it in wonder; it was her school uniform.
“Get dressed slut.”
Well, it was sort of her uniform; there were no socks and no bra and her regulation white cotton panties had been replaced by a very skimpy black thong, but they were the first clothes she’d seen since this nightmare began and she obediently began to put them on.
It felt strange to button the blouse up without a bra, her nipples rubbed against the fabric making her remember that the blouses were actually nearly see through and now her large, firm breasts would be on display as if she was wearing nothing. She stepped into the flimsy thong, she’d never consider wearing anything like this normally; decent girls didn’t wear this sort of stuff. She was very conscious of both Mel and Jenny staring at her intently as she pulled the thong up.
“Wait.” Mel suddenly ordered and Missy froze. “Let me help you with that.”
Before Missy could object she felt Mel’s hands all over her ass and crotch, ostensibly nestling the thin strip of material between her ass cheeks but really taking the opportunity to grope the young girl’s private regions. Finally she stepped away.
“There, that’s better.” She said, breathing rather heavily.
With her face red with the humiliation Missy reached for the skirt, it looked slightly different but it was only when she pulled it up that she found out how different.
It had been altered so that instead of ending the school-regulation 2 inches above her knees it now ended barely below her ass. She stared dumbfounded at the length, gripping the hem and trying to pull it down further, vainly trying to keep her modesty.
Jenny purred her approval as she stared lustfully at Missy’s olive complexioned legs. “Gorgeous, slut. Chrissy has always complained that the skirts you girls wear leave too much to the imagination, I think she’ll approve of my alterations. Now turn around for me.”
Out of the corner of her eye Missy saw Mel idly wave the riding crop and hurriedly turned a couple of circles for Jenny. Her face reddened with shame as she noticed Jenny playing with her pussy under her short skirt, a satisfied smirk on her face.
Missy noticed Mel glance at her watch and then raise her eyebrows to Jenny who nodded.
“Right, slut, come with us.” Jenny ordered as she headed for the door, leading the way with Mel following behind Missy.
Jenny led them downstairs and along the hallway towards the front door, for a second Missy thought they were going outside but just before they reached it Jenny led them into a large living room, bare apart from the carpet and a large couch in the middle. The sun streaked through the window briefly dazzling Missy who hadn’t seen daylight for over 2 weeks. The beauty of the scenery outside, the simple beauty of nature contrasted with the depravity of the scene inside the house; a terrified school-girl and two lecherous older women.
Jenny and Mel went and sat down on the couch and stared at Missy in her new ‘uniform’, lascivious smirks on their faces, both women slid their hands under their skirts as they looked the young girl up and down. Missy looked away, not wanting to meet their lust-filled gazes, she felt dirty and degraded standing before them in a sick parody of a school-uniform.
“What a little slut you are.” Jenny cooed as her fingers slid between her pussy lips before, without warning, barking a command at the humiliated girl. “Come here, slut.”
Head bowed, not wanting to make eye contact, Missy trudged slowly towards Jenny, who was sitting on the left side of the couch. As she reached her Jenny grabbed her arm and moved her round to her side. Her other hand slid up Missy’s thigh and fingers slid under her thong.
“Now, slut, this is where you learn something important. Do you know what it is?”
Dumbly Missy shook her head, squirming slightly at Jenny’s touch on her pussy.
“From now on you are to ask your Mistress to punish you. Do you understand?”
Missy’s mouth actually dropped, she really didn’t understand.
Out of nowhere she heard the swish of Mel’s crop and before she had a chance to even cringe felt the vicious swipe on her leg.
“Don’t play dumb with me, you little bitch.” Jenny hissed “From now on when I summon you to my side like this, you are to say ‘Please Mistress, will you punish your slut.’ Now, do you fucking understand that?”
Swish, a second searing burst of pain on her leg made Missy yelp.
“Owwww, yes.”
Swish.
“Yes, what?”
“Owwwww, yes Mistress.”
“Good slut. Now ask me.”
Silence.
Mel raised her crop a fourth time but the threat on it’s own was enough. Before Mel could swing it down Missy blurted out.
Missy hung her head in despair, as Jenny made no reply for a few seconds before suddenly pulling the girl over her lap. Jenny pressed her hand onto Missy’s skirt pushing her down so she could feel Missy’s legs pressing against her thighs under her short skirt. She ran her hands down the back of Missy’s thighs, nails raking the dusky skin, then up the inside of her legs, pushing them apart.
As her fingers reached the hem of Missy’s skirt she flipped it up revealing her ass. Jenny gasped as she saw how her ‘uniform’ actually looked on the girl. The short skirt was delightful, but the sight of the thong nestling snugly between Missy’s ass cheeks with her skirt flipped up, the black material contrasting with the white of the blouse, all conspired to make Jenny’s pussy purr.
Unable to control herself any longer Jenny raised her hand and brought it down hard on Missy’s vulnerable ass, the shock and the pain made Missy jerk about and try to stand but Mel swiftly grabbed her hands and held her down as Jenny spanked her jiggling ass.
Missy screamed and wailed as Jenny’s hand landed again and again. There was no pattern in the spanking, it was just driven by lust, lust that was making Jenny’s pussy start to throb. Looking down at the red blotchy flesh of Missy’s ass Jenny knew her time was near. She nodded at Mel who let go of Missy’s hand just as Jenny hauled her to her feet.
Jenny wriggled her skirt up to around her waist and grabbed Missy’s right hand and guided it into her panties. Instinctively Missy tried to pull her hand out from Jenny’s pussy but one wave of Mel’s crop made her stop.
“Masturbate me, slut” Jenny panted, spreading her legs and pushing her wet pussy against Missy’s fingers. Jenny’s hand gripped Missy’s wrist tightly, holding her fingers against her growing wetness.
“Put your fingers inside me, slut.” Jenny hissed, her eyes shut in ecstasy. Her wet pussy lips parted as Missy very reluctantly pushed two fingers inside her. One of Missy’s fingers brushed Jenny’s clit and that triggered the orgasm.
“Yessssssss.” Jenny arched her head back as she came over Missy’s fingers, she shuddered, eyes glazed and unfocussed.
She leant back on the sofa as she slowly came down from her high; her hand was still clamped round Missy’s slender wrist holding the young girl’s hand inside her panties, her fingers deep in Jenny’s now sticky pussy. Part of Jenny’s extreme pleasure was the idea that a 15 year old school-girl, her very own property, had just masturbated her to orgasm in her new school uniform and she’d done it at Jenny’s order.
Jenny clenched her eyes shut for a few seconds more as she pressed her thighs tightly onto Missy’s hand, almost squeezing the last drops of her juices onto the girl’s fingers. Slowly she opened her eyes, opened her legs slightly and released her vice-like grip on the girl’s wrist. She fixed Missy with an icy stare.
“Lick your fingers, bitch.”
A look of complete disgust flashed across Missy’s face briefly which changed immediately into fear as Jenny snarled viciously.
“Do as I tell you, you worthless whore.”
Without warning Missy heard a swish and felt a searing pain across her bare thigh as Mel’s riding crop whipped her leg.
“Obey your Mistress, slut.”
Missy winced as the crop struck her, leaving a darkening stripe on her olive skin but, seeing the stern looks on the faces of the two women on the couch tentatively raised her fingers, glistening with Jenny’s juices, towards her face.
Missy’s face seemed to crumple as the indignity of licking this pervert’s stickiness from her fingers came closer and momentarily she hesitated until Mel drew back her crop again as a threat. Very reluctantly, and as tears filled her eyes Missy opened her mouth and slipped her fingers inside.
“All the way in, slut, lick them clean.”
She closed her lips around her fingers, tasting Jenny’s come juice yet again, but this was the most humiliating so far because to her shock both Mel and Jenny were gently masturbating themselves as they watched Missy cleaning her fingers. Her face dissolved into tears as her helplessness and sheer degradation was, almost literally, rammed home to her, and as if to twist the knife, her obvious distress seemed to make the women more aroused.
“Suck it all off, slut” Jenny urged as she squirmed in he seat, her hand moving smoothly between her legs at the sight of the young girl licking her juices from her fingers.
“Both sides, you worthless whore” Mel panted as she masturbated herself to a climax.
Finally satisfied, Jenny nodded to Missy to stop.
“Stand there, slut, until we need you again.”
Missy nodded miserably, holding her hands in front of her; furtively she glanced at the riding crops the women were idly swishing, fearing them yet at the same time wanting them in her own hands to repay the pain she’d suffered. Realism kicked in; there was no way out of this place she could see.
Mel and Jenny were whispering and giggling to themselves; something told Missy the whole situation was odd - as if they were waiting for something but she had no clue as to what. Dumbly she watched as Mel walked from the room and returned with two glasses of white wine, one of which she handed to Jenny.
She sat back down on the couch next to Jenny who turned to ask.
“I’ve always wanted to know how you got into this, Mel; it’s all just too gorgeous to be true.”
Mel laughed and took a gulp of her wine.
“Well, truth is, Jenny it was a combination of luck, lust and opportunity. Guess it was about 10 years ago, I’d just bought this place and was already really into the whole dom/sub scene, as you know I’ve always liked the younger girls but at the time it was just playing at it, you know?”
Jenny nodded as she drank.
“I’d had loads of parties here and I think I’d realised how ideal this place was to indulge my fantasies in as it’s so isolated. Well, at the time I was working voluntarily as a Doctor at a Drop-In Centre for the homeless in the city, call it Liberal Zeal if you like.”
Jenny almost snorted into her glass at this.
“Hell, Mel, you don’t come across as socially concerned.”
Mel smiled and shrugged.
“Never get my sex life and working life confused. But that one time I did. It was winter of ’95 I think, and this girl came into the Centre, Evy I think she was called and she was gorgeous, young, blonde, slim, sort of Pixie faced. Well, she claimed she was 16 but I thought she was more like 14-15, but the Centre had a policy of not insisting on age disclosure, which is fair enough. But, oh Jesus, she was so pretty, she was like all runaways that age, seemingly very hard but you just know she’s as scared as shit just below the surface, you know?”
Jenny nodded as she took another swig of wine; she’d used a few of these sorts of runaways as prostitute subs in her time.
“So, I gave her the examination,” Mel continued “And it was one of the very few times in my medical career that I actually got turned on by a patient. Christ, everything about her was gorgeous, her breasts - not large, but just sort of perfect, her ass, God knows how I stopped myself spanking it right there, her legs, Jeez, everything, Hell; I wanted to fuck her there and then. But, I told myself, “this is your livelihood, you fuck this up for a cheap grope and what then?” so I restrained myself.”
“So what did you do?” Jenny asked, perplexed.
Mel shrugged, “I did my job, the only thing she needed was a warm place to sleep and a hot meal, all I could do was give her a few Aspirins and send her on her way. You have no idea how bad I felt watching her go. Course I knew it was only a matter of time before she got into drugs or prostitution but what could I do?”
“Nothing, didn’t have to. When I left the Centre that evening who should I see huddled in a shop doorway but Evy. Now by this time it was snowing and she looked very blue and very down. I went over and asked her what the matter was and she said the Homeless Hostel had turned her away because she couldn’t prove her age - they had a less Liberal attitude than us, you see- at that point she burst into tears. Now at this point I was genuinely torn, on the one hand she was a girl in clear need of help; on the other hand she was a girl I would do anything to fuck. So I compromised, I offered her a bed for the night. I put my coat around her and sort of hurried her to my car, luckily ‘cos of the weather there weren’t many people about and I don’t think anyone noticed us.”
“And then?” Jenny smirked.
Mel smiled. “Got her home, gave her a hot bath, left her alone in the bath; heck, didn’t want to come across as a lecherous old dyke, and after her bath I cooked her a nice hot meal and a lovely warm drink which I laced with a sedative I had in my Doctor’s bag. When she came round she was stripped and bound on my bed.”
“Shit, yeah, I raped her pussy, her ass and her mouth for a week, spanked her, caned her, just about worked out every fantasy I’d ever had on her”
“Well, put it this way, when I first raped her she had a foul mouth, by then end of the week she had a sweet tongue”
Both women laughed at this as if it was the funniest thing they’d ever heard, Missy, who’d heard the whole story too, was struck with a deeper dread - they’d been doing this for 10 years?
“So what happened next?” Jenny asked.
“Truth is, Jenny hon, I got worried. I had to work full time, and thought it wasn’t wise to leave Evy alone all day, even though she was behind at least 3 locked doors.”
“You know Elizabeth, the woman you outbid for this little slut” Mel swiped her crop in Missy’s general direction, making the young girl cower apprehensively, Jenny nodded. “I’d always heard rumours among our group that she had contacts in the ‘real slave’ underground, not the play-subs we’ve all used, you understand, but the real ones, the ones held totally against their will.”
Jenny nodded; her pussy was now starting to tingle.
“So I rang her up and asked her over and, well being honest, owned up to my predicament.”
“How did she react?” Jenny was wide mouthed now.
“As if Christmas had come, she likes young, blonde girls, remember? She, ‘sampled’ the goods” Mel laughed mirthlessly, “Then offered me $500 for her.”
“Shit yeah, at the time I thought I’m
getting $500 for raping a girl for a week. Course I took it. Now, it’d be a
different matter.
Jenny drew back, a puzzled look on her face.
“Think about it, Jenny,
“Sorry Mel, I don’t follow you.”
“Jenny, remember that sick fuck up in
Seattle, the
“Yeah, but what’s he got to do with it?”
“Nothing, but the point I’m trying to
make is his victims were all run-aways and prostitutes, if he hadn’t killed
them no one would have noticed they were missing. What
Mel shook her crop at Missy again. “She’s a bit different, she’ll be missed, but that’s why Chrissy took such steps to ensure there were no traces to us, but she’s not the first school-girl we’ve taken, and she sure as hell won’t be the last. Want to know the most risky one me and Elizabeth pulled?”
Jenny shook her head very intrigued.
Jenny nodded, sure she did, Jody Wilkins was a 5 year old girl who went missing from a local Mall on a shopping trip with her Mom. She gasped.
Mel chuckled at this. “Not now obviously.
What happened was this:
“But you’re not into girls that young?” Jenny objected.
Mel nodded. “No, and neither is Elizabeth
or any of us. No one wanted to buy her or have anything to do with her. So
Jenny shook her head and shrugged.
Jenny’s eyes almost popped out of her sockets. “You’re kidding, someone paid that much? What the hell for?”
“Think about it Jen, this woman obviously had the time and money, she was getting a 5 year old, cute American girl she could spend the next 10 or so years training to be the perfect sex-slave, she’d never complain or want to escape, she’d be conditioned to do whatever this Brazilian wanted whenever she wanted. That’s some catch. This young slut,” Mel nodded at the petrified Missy in front of her, “Will have to be watched and guarded at all times; but that, in a strange way is a lot of the turn-on, knowing she’s held totally against her will. But the Wilkins girl, when she’s slut’s age can be left totally unsupervised, she can be raped without even knowing she’s being raped.”
“Maybe, but the Brazilian woman will have the most obedient, conditioned sex-slave anyone could ever get.”
Missy hung her head at this; her hopes of ever getting home were zero. They were even less than that when she heard the next bit of conversation.
“So what happened to Evy in the end?” Jenny asked, turning the conversation back to the original subject.
“Last I heard a couple of months ago she
was in
“Sure, remember we all like different things, we like young girls, other women like late teenagers, others like fully grown women. Evy’s been sold on loads of times since I had her.”
“Couldn’t give a fuck, Jenny, to be
honest. Her whole purpose in life now is to be raped and fucked and abused by
whatever women she’s there for.
Missy’s mind reeled at this. Would she be a sex-slave for 10 years? What then? Surely the fact that Mel and Jenny were talking like this in front of her meant she had no chance of getting out ever. Tears began to flow down her cheeks again, they ran freely. More free than she’d ever be again.
The two women lounged back on the couch, evil, self-satisfied grins on their faces as they gazed lustfully at Jenny’s slave. Mel’s cell phone bleeped, after studying the message she turned to Jenny, a sly look in her eyes, and asked.
“Hell, no, be my guest.”
Missy cringed and took a couple of hesitant steps backwards as, cat like, Mel sprang off the couch and advanced towards her and grabbed her hair.
“Where do you think you’re going, slut, your owner has given me permission to have some fun with you.”
Missy’s eyes closed as her hair was yanked sharply, suddenly she felt her wrists being grabbed together behind her and a thin strip of plastic looped round them, she struggled futilely as Mel pulled the cable-tie closed, the edge of the plastic digging into her flesh making her scream shrilly.
Mel placed her hands on Missy’ shoulders, pulling the frightened girl back into her, Missy could feel Mel’s lips on her ear; hear her whispering her perverted intentions to her. She stiffened as Mel slid one hand down to her skirt and began to ease it up, she shivered as she felt Mel’s fingers on her thigh, Christ, what was the sick woman going to do?
Suddenly the doorbell rang; Missy saw a look of panic flicker over Jenny’s face as she looked at Mel. Mel dug her nails into Missy.
“Don’t make a sound, understand?” She hissed and the frightened girl nodded her understanding. To emphasise the threat Jenny made sure Missy saw her pick up the riding crop as Mel left the room to answer the door.
As the door shut Jenny got up from the couch and walked over to the school-girl, she fiddled with the buttons on Missy’s blouse as she whispered harshly.
“Just keep quiet, you make a noise now and you’ll really know what pain is. Just keep quiet and soon we’ll all have some fun, just do as you’re told, slut.”
Missy had to fight hard to stay silent, one scream and she might be free, the visitor couldn’t ignore a young girl screaming ‘Rape’, no one could. But what if the visitor was one of the women from the auction? What would happen to her then? She stifled the noise within and nodded meekly at Jenny.
“Good slut.” Jenny cooed at her as she squeezed Missy’s full breast’s through her blouse.
From the hallway Missy could hear voices, soft at first, then getting louder and more agitated, she glanced at Jenny and saw a look of blind panic on her face. Missy felt a surge of happiness at this; her tormentor was scared.
Without any warning the door was flung open and Mel was bundled into the room.
“Jenny, it’s the…” was all she managed to blurt out before the visitor pushed in behind her.
It was a female Police Officer – Missy’s ordeal was over.
Missy burst into tears again, but this time they were tears of relief, of hope, of security. Through her tears she saw Jenny standing open mouthed, staring at the Officer behind Mel.
“Get away from the girl and move to the wall.” The officer ordered in a voice that brooked no argument.
As if sleepwalking Jenny took her hands from Missy’s breasts and moved towards Mel and the Officer. Missy stayed facing the other way but the words she could hear were the sweetest she’d ever heard.
“I’m arresting you for the kidnap and sexual abuse of a minor.”
As the Officer read Mel and Jenny their rights Missy felt her head spinning; soon she’d be home with her family, Miss Bailey and all the other sick women would be arrested, with what she knew she might even be able to free some other girls this lot had kidnapped.
Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder; as if waking from a dream she glanced round to see the Officer standing next to her. She smiled at her liberator who smiled back. The Officer was in her mid 40’s, slim build, a fairly attractive face under her cap resting on her black hair, she had kind, blue eyes, which were at that moment the most marvellous thing Missy had ever seen.
“Are you Missy?”
Missy was too overcome with emotion to speak, and could only nod.
“We’ve been so worried about you, hon, but you’re safe now. I’m Officer Hayes”
Missy shot a glance at Mel and Jenny who were backed against the wall, their hands behind their backs as if cuffed. The only thought in her head was revenge, she wanted to attack them there and then, instinctively she tried to raise her fists but realised they were still bound.
“I’m sorry, hon, I can’t. I have to wait for the back-up officers. It’s all to do with evidence, I’m afraid. Don’t worry they’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”
“Oh ok” Missy tried to hide her disappointment, it struck her as odd that she had to remain tied, but in a few minutes she’d be free.
“I have to ask you a few questions in the meantime, is that ok, Missy?” As she asked this her arm slipped down around the girl’s waist. Missy nodded her agreement.
Missy shook her head. “No, it was my teacher Miss Bailey.”
Officer Hayes appeared a bit baffled by this, her hand squeezed Missy’s waist in a way that faintly disconcerted Missy; she’d had enough of being touched by strange women lately.
“So who are these two?”
Missy dissolved into tears again. “One of them bought me at the auction.”
“Have they molested you?”
“Yes,” more sobs, “they raped me”
“OK, Missy, I know this may be uncomfortable for you, but I’m going to have to ask you to describe what they did to you. Can you do that for me?”
Missy was starting to feel very uneasy, where were the back-up officers mentioned earlier? Why was she being asked all these details? Why was she still bound? Nevertheless, she did her best.
Through her sobs she told her sorry story.
“They auctioned me in front of about 8 other women, she,” Missy nodded towards Jenny, “paid the most, and told me she was my new owner, then she took me upstairs and did things to me.”
Missy didn’t answer, surely, she thought, a Police Woman shouldn’t be asking a question like that. Before she could think any more about it, Officer Hayes grabbed hold of the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. Missy squirmed in shock but the Police Woman grabbed her round the waist with her other arm.
“Just need to see if you’re marked.” Officer Hayes murmured as she gazed at Missy’s ass, still red from the spanking Jenny had given her earlier.
Missy felt the Officer’s hands on her ass cheeks, her fingers slipping under the edge of the thong Jenny had made her wear. She tried to break free of the older woman’s strong grip.
“Please, don’t do that, Maam.” Missy whined as she felt fingers starting to press between her legs.
“Shhhh, Missy.” Was officer Hayes’s only response as she moved behind Missy, her hand now sliding round to her crotch, her other hand holding Missy across her chest, her fingers pressing and kneading her breasts.
Missy felt a finger tip slip inside her thong and push between her pussy lips, she gave a frightened yelp.
“Did they touch you like this?” Officer Hayes whispered in her ear, “How many fingers did they use, one or two?” At this she pushed a second finger into the girl’s pussy.
Missy began to struggle now in real fear, whatever was going on was not good, and didn’t feel much like a rescue. She turned her head to look at the Officer, the dreadful truth dawning on her.
“You’re, you’re not a cop.” She screamed and thrashed about wildly in ‘Officer’ Hayes arms. As she turned out of the corner of her eye she saw Mel and Jenny move away from the wall, their hands hadn’t been ‘cuffed, they were laughing at her; it was all a trick, a sick, evil, twisted trick.
“No, no, let me go, let me go.” Missy was screaming almost hysterically now as the other two women reached her, Jenny slapped her face hard, grabbed her hair and yanked it sharply.
“Shut up, slut, ‘course Stephie’s a cop, it’s just she’s a cop who likes little girls like you, now just calm down and let her do what she wants, she’s paid good money for you.”
The realisation that Jenny had actually prostituted her out made Missy scream louder until Mel clamped a hand across her mouth.
“Sit her down on the couch.” Stephanie ordered and the two other women each grabbed one of Missy’s arms and pulled her backwards until she stumbled onto the couch, she tried to get up but the two women were simply too strong. Jenny pulled her hair again and yelled at her to sit still.
“No.” Officer Hayes instructed. “I prefer it when they struggle.” Too often, she thought, the young run-aways she normally targeted at the Central Station, and the teenage shop-lifters were too scared of her authority as a Police Officer to resist the very personal searches she liked to inflict on them. To get her hands on a young girl like Missy, one who couldn’t report her to her superiors, and one who struggled and screamed while she was molested was pure heaven.
Roughly Stephanie took a grip on Missy’s bare knees, pushed them apart and knelt between them, her hands then sliding up Missy’s kicking legs pushing her skirt up around her waist. Rapidly she started to unbutton the girl’s shirt.
“Let’s see these tits of yours that Jenny told me about.” She pulled Missy’s blouse open and gave a gasp of approval. “Wow, sure she’s only 15, Jen hon?”
Stephanie’s hands started to squeeze and grope Missy’s breasts making the girl struggle vainly against Mel and Jenny’s grasp.
“God, they’re fabulous” Stephanie muttered as she took Missy’s nipples between her fingers and thumbs and began to pinch and twist them. From behind Mel’s hand over her mouth Missy screamed in agony as Stephanie pulled and squeezed her nipples.
“Mmmm, she’s certainly feeling that. Have you clamped the little slut’s tits yet, Jen?”
“Not yet Steph, it’s on my ‘to-do’ list.” Jen laughed as she kept a firm grip on the writhing girl.
Stephanie leant forward and started to kiss and lick the girl’s breasts. The feel of the firm young flesh on her lips and tongue was almost overwhelming, she slipped her hands onto Missy’s thighs, her thumbs beginning to rub the girl’s pussy lips. Through her mouth she could feel Missy struggling as best as she could, a faint trickle of sweat caused by the girl’s exertions ran onto Stephanie’s lips. As her thumbs began to press into Missy’s pussy through her thong a new muffled shriek could be heard behind Mel’s hand.
Stephanie’s own pussy tingled as she pressed one thumb tip between the lips of Missy’s pussy, opening her mouth wide she bit hard on one of the young girl’s breasts. Missy arched backwards, screaming, as the pain from Stephanie’s teeth pressing on her breast burned into her, she shook her head trying to get free of Mel’s hand gag so she could scream as loudly as she liked. Instinctively she tried to close her legs to prevent Stephanie’s thumb pushing any deeper inside her but only got an elbow jabbed painfully into the inside of her thigh from the kneeling Police Officer and another sharp bite on her breast.
Suddenly Stephanie stopped her assault on the girl and stood up, Missy still had her eyes clamped shut but wondered what had happened. In truth Stephanie had only paused because she was now so carried away she just wanted to fuck the school-girl.
Reaching for the zipper on her skirt she pulled it down and let it fall to the ground, she stepped out of it and ordered Missy to open her eyes, which she did after a quick hair pull from Jenny.
Missy dumbly stared at the half naked Officer, she took in the black stockings she was wearing and the flash of white thigh at the top.
“This is for you, slut.” Stephanie said coldly and lifted her blue blouse.
Missy screamed again at the sight; tucked inside the top of Stephanie’s left stocking was the shaft of a strap-on, the harness firmly around the Officer’s waist. To Missy it looked huge, black and menacing. Stephanie gestured for Mel to take her hand from the girl’s mouth; she wanted, no needed, to hear Missy begging for mercy.
Slowly Stephanie pulled the shaft of the strap-on from her stocking top and waved it lazily from side-to side in front of the terrified girl who now started to babble almost incoherently at the sight of its enormous length. It was a full 10” long and nearly 3 inches thick.
“God, please no, please don’t use that on me, please, oh God, please.” Missy’s voice rose to an almost inaudible shriek as Stephanie stepped towards her jerking the phallus rhythmically as she did. Mel and Jenny gripped Missy’s head firmly and pushed it forward; they’d guessed what Stephanie was going to do.
Stephanie gripped the girl’s face with one hand, holding the shaft of the strap-on with the other, the tip only inches from the girl’s mouth.
“Suck it, bitch.”
Missy clamped her mouth shut in defiance for a few seconds until Jenny with an exasperated “Oh for fuck’s sake” pinched the girl’s nostrils shut. Within 5 seconds Missy was forced to open her mouth to gulp in some air, as she did so Stephanie shoved the strap-on inside it.
Missy gagged as the thick plastic shaft first filled her mouth, then hit the back of her throat, she felt 3 hands on her head guiding it backwards and forward along the ‘cock’.
“Suck it good, slut.” Stephanie told her. “It’s the only lubrication I’m going to use when I fuck your little school-girl pussy.”
A new sense of horror flashed through Missy’s mind now, surely even these sick women could see that she could never take anything that large ? Surely they wouldn’t do it?
She gagged again as the tip of the strap-on hit the back of her throat again, her mouth was filling with saliva now and she was making strange gurgling and slurping sounds as the hard, nylon ‘dick’ was pushed in and out.
Stephanie smiled as she saw the glistening coat of saliva on the shaft of her strap-on as it eased in and out of Missy’s mouth, she was getting close to coming as the base of the shaft pressed onto her clit. But she wanted to be really inside Missy before she came.
Pulling out, she curtly ordered Mel and Jenny to flip Missy over onto her front. As they pulled and twisted the struggling girl into the new position Stephanie reached into her pocket and produced a tube of lube which she hurriedly squeezed onto the crown of her strap-on and rapidly spread it up and down the shaft.
When she felt it was lubed enough she turned her attention back to the girl now standing with her back to her but bent over as the two women were pulling as if to drag her over the couch. Reaching down Stephanie took a grip on Missy’s ankles and lifted her legs in the air. Missy screamed in fear as the other women lowered her face down onto the couch as Stephanie slowly forced the girl legs down onto the floor so she was kneeling with her face buried in the couch’s cushions.
Kneeling down between Missy’s legs Stephanie flipped the girl’s skirt up and slipped her thong down her legs. Missy gave a low moan as she felt Stephanie slip one arm round her waist to steady her before she placed the large tip of the strap-on against her pussy lips.
Missy screamed and struggled as Stephanie began to slip the greased tip and shaft inside her.
“Come on, bitch, ride my cock” Stephanie panted as she started to thrust in and out, looking down to see the glistening, black shaft bury itself inside Missy’s pussy. The sheer size of it seeming to force the girl’s lips wider than seemed possible. The inevitable resistance of Missy’s tight pussy meant that the rubbing on Stephanie’s clit was increased and she knew she was near to coming.
Tears were flowing down Missy’s face and dampening the cushions her face was pressed into, the searing pain in her pussy was like a red hot knife being pushed into her again and again, she really felt as if she was being opened up down there this time. She screamed, a long low scream, into the muffling cushions.
Stephanie could hear the girl’s cries and it was music to her ears, she increased the speed and strength of her thrusts, slapping Missy’s ass with her free hand.
“Take it, slut, take it.” She gasped, tightening her grip on the girl’s waist. “Take it, you like getting fucked, don’t you? You like being my slut, don’t you.”
Stephanie’s voice was getting hoarser and hoarser as she thrust faster and faster.
“Take it like a good slut. Love to fuck you school-girl bitches. Ahhhhh, Love.To.Fuck.You.Ahhhhhhhhhhhh”
The last words were timed with each thrust of her strap-on until Stephanie came, her free hand resting on Jenny’s ass, nails digging into the flesh as she shuddered.
For a few minutes there were only two sounds in the room; Missy’s low screams and Stephanie’s hoarse panting, until Jenny broke in.
Stephanie looked up, a blissful smile on her face, she nodded unable to speak.
The Officer looked down at Missy, the young girls body wracked with sobs. Almost tenderly she stroked her hair, then viciously pulled her strap-on out relishing the short yelp this produced.
Slowly she rose to her feet, her hands still shaking after her orgasm reached for Missy’s hair and hauled her upright and twisted her round with a shuffling of knees to face her.
“There’s one last thing a good school-girl slut does when she’s been fucked.”
As she was saying this Stephanie was pressing the tip of her strap-on against Missy’s lips. With a final show of defiance Missy kept her lips closed and tried to turn her head away but one hard tug of her hair collapsed her will.
For the second time that day her mouth was violated by the huge strap-on, this time coated in her juices. Again she gagged as the phallus hit the back of her throat but, as before, she got no sympathy from the hard woman standing before her cooing her delight.
“Mmmmmm, Jenny, you’ve got yourself a real treat here.” Stephanie said appreciatively as she stroked Missy’s face, feeling her cheek bulge out as the strap-on was forced into her mouth yet again.
Jenny slipped a hand under her skirt and stroked her aching pussy, she was so aroused by the sight of Stephanie raping her little Missy she desperately needed some release, but she only stroked herself a couple of times; she could wait. When Stephanie had gone she’d have all afternoon to abuse the sobbing girl. Hell, Jenny thought, she needed punishment just for refusing to suck Steph’s strap-on again.
“Christ, I know it, Steph. She’s a hot little bitch.”
Stephanie pulled the strap-on almost right out and glanced down at it, satisfied that Missy had cleaned it to her satisfaction she pulled it out completely and pushed Missy away so she slumped onto the couch.
Hoping her ordeal was finally over, Missy watched the women through half-closed eyes as they talked. Stephanie was fumbling with the harness of the strap-on, loosening it so she could work it down her legs and step out of it. Missy stared as Stephanie pulled her skirt back on and zipped it back up, it was almost surreal how her rapist had metamorphasised into a Police Woman.
“Want to stay for some lunch, Steph hon?” Mel asked casually, as if this sort of thing was routine.
“I’d love to, but I told the Station I’d be off duty for an hour only.”
“Just one thing, Steph.” Jenny laughed “You got the money?”
“Shit, I almost forgot. Let’s see, $100 wasn’t it?”
Jenny nodded as Stephanie rummaged around in a pocket before producing a wad of bills which she gave to Jenny who immediately pocketed them without counting.
“Worth it?” She asked, raising an eyebrow and jerking her head in Missy’s direction
“Jeez, yes.” Stephanie walked towards Missy and leant over her. “I’ll be back to use this little slut a lot.”
Missy just wanted to die, she’d just been raped by a cop and right in front of her eyes her owner had taken the cash for the privilege, she shuddered as she realised this was only the beginning.
Naturally the women had planned the money hand over just to further humiliate Missy, to ram home to her that all she was a slave for women to abuse as they wanted to, and to earn money for her owner at the same time.
Stephanie walked back to Mel and Jenny and gave each one a quick kiss on the lips, then without even a backwards glance at Missy left the house to defend the community against the forces of crime and vice.
Mel and Jenny exchanged glances.
“Wow, that was intense.” Jenny finally said
“Wasn’t it just, plus you got some of your investment back too.”
Jenny laughed. “Easiest $100 I’ve ever made.”
She paused for a second. “You as horny as I am?”
Mel nodded, grinning and looking at Missy.
“Shall we have some fun with the little bitch down in the Dungeon?”
“Mmmmm, sounds good to me.”
Both women moved swiftly towards Missy and dragged the screaming girl out of the room and down the stairs.
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