Chapter 3 - Unwilling Goods
Julie arrived back at the Orphanage to find it very subdued. There were no girls
around in the halls apart from the headmistress, wielding her cane dangerously.
There weren't too many people who hadn't tasted it against their naked buttocks.
Julie had so far avoided the cane, and she planned to keep it that way.
Kate headed straight for bed, even though it was only mid-afternoon.
Julie was feeling quite drained after that strange examination. She could bet
that was not the typical check-up that girls get, but for the moment, food was
the top priority.
The dining hall was nearly empty, echoing with the drum of rain falling on the
roof. Julie shivered as she walked in; it was always colder in there than the
rest of the building. People were scattered around the tables, huddled in small
groups and talking quietly.
Julie glanced over them as she walked to the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow as
she spotted the red-haired girl from the "Doctors" surgery siting alone. She
collected a small plate of food and then sat down next to the girl.
"Hi there, I'm Julie," she introduced herself. Julie still couldn't remember her
name.
"Susan," she replied without looking up from staring at the table. Her shoulders
were tight, her small hands clenched together on the tabletop. Julie was silent
for a moment.
"You okay?" she asked concernedly, sliding a hand across to pry apart the girls'
hands.
Susan looked up, recognition flashing across her face. Susan slid down the bench
and buried her head in Julie's shoulder, her hands clutching the taller girls in
a death-grip.
"Oh, it was horrible," she cried, her voice muffled by Julie's thick coat. Julie
hugged the distressed girl close, listening.
"They made me sit on that... that thing..." Susan buried her head further into
Julies' shoulder, her hands clenching and relaxing spasmodically.
"It was... was inside me..." Her voice cracked in recollection. "So very big...
and then the woman came... wearing all black and she..." Susan trailed off into
incoherent sobbing.
"What did she do?" Julie gently queried. Susan looked up then, her eyes wide
with remembered horror.
"I enjoyed it," she moaned. "It did things, and I enjoyed them... so very
big..." Susan trailed off with a whisper and buried her head in Julie's shoulder
again.
"When... was this, Susan?" Julie asked after a pause. Something disturbing had
happened to this girl.
"Before... before I saw you in that room," Susan replied, her voice muffled.
Julie blushed, remembering just what Susan had seen. She ate a mouthful of food
as Susan slowly related the story.
"A Nurse... washed me with some stuff," Susan spoke softly, her voice shaky as
she choked back tears.
"Then the Doctor came and put me on one of those... tables... and he touched me
all over... then he made me sit on that... that thing, and it was so big, and
then it felt so good..." she broke off with a soft moan.
"Then that woman came... and I panicked... and I ran... and she caught me..."
Susan began speaking quicker, her breath coming in ragged bursts.
"And... and she... she put this... this thing in my mouth... and I couldn't
scream... and then..." she halted with a wail, one hand protectively touching
her behind. Julie put two and two together, and...
"She spanked you?" Julie asked softly.
"Yes!" Susan lost control and began crying, her tears dripping irregularly onto
Julies' coat. Julie looked around briefly, seeing that some of the other girls
were watching them with haunted expressions.
"And then..." Susan continued, choking back tears. "Then... then she filled
my... my... with water... and she watched... and it was awful and I never want
to go back there again!" She returned to sobbing into Julies' coat.
Julie held Susan tight with one hand as she devoured the contents of her plate
with the other, concern clouding her thoughts. Her brow furled in thought.
That night, Julie lay huddled in bed next to the restlessly sleeping Kate. The
building creaked around them as yet another blizzard swept in across the
slumbering city. Idly Julie stared through the misted glass of their single
window, gazing down the street below and marvelling at the snow that billowed
around the dark shadows of parked cars. Streetlights dotted along the pavement
illuminated patches of snow, throwing everything into eerie shadow. Julie
wondered how high the snow-drifts would be tomorrow.
Movement caught her attention down the street. Her eyes straining to focus
through the distortion of the snow, she slid up the bed slightly, exposing the
soft mounds of her breasts to the cool air.
A white van was slowly weaving its' way down the street, its' headlights casting
crazily moving shadows down the street.
Julie gasped as a sudden burst of wind swept through a gap in the window,
sending goose-bumps across her exposed skin. With a little disappointment, she
returned to the warmth of the blankets, reminding herself to find something to
use as a curtain.
Her head almost covered by the blankets, Julie tuned out the sound of the
approaching vehicle and tried to sleep. The world faded around her, the sound of
the wind and the car merging into the background.
But sleep wouldn't come. She frowned, and sat up on one elbow to look out the
window. Her heart skipped a beat.
The van was now parked out the front of the orphanage, doors open. Several
people were milling around the rear, dressed in grey clothing. And standing out
starkly against the white of the snow, was a tall figure in black.
Julie shook her head to dispel the sudden sense of foreboding that gripped her
heart, but unable to look away as all but one of the figures in grey broke off
from the van and headed down the path to the orphanage door. She sunk away from
the window slightly as they approached, but none of them were looking up.
Julie watched their footsteps fade as the snow diligently covered them over.
Minutes passed, and the lone figure outside looked colder and colder. Finally
the others returned, carrying between them something long, pale and limp.
Julie strained to see what it was, craning her neck until she was nearly
touching the window. Then as they put the object in the back of the van, Julie
saw a flash of red hair, causing her heart to leap into her throat.
She backed away from the window slightly, adrenaline surging through her veins.
"Shit, shit, shit," she kept repeating under her breath as the group returned to
the orphanage, changing the guard over with another.
"Doctors," she tried to reassure herself. "Someone is sick, and they came to
pick them up." Her voice sounded hollow, as if she didn't believe her own words.
When they returned with a second person slung between them, Julie knew something
wasn't right. She turned to her slumbering friend.
"Kate," she hissed, shaking her lightly with one hand. "Wake up, Kate." She
shook her harder, but Kate didn't stir.
When further action failed to rouse her sleeping companion, Julie slumped down
onto her pillow in defeat. She had been sedated; that's what the injection had
been, a delayed sedative.
Julie never questioned her own immunity to the drug. Nor did she question the
feeling that drove her to get out of bed, smooth the sheets around Kate and slip
naked into the gap between the wall and the small wardrobe that held their
meagre collection of clothing.
The door creaked open just as Julie hid. She froze as the sound of footsteps
entered the girls' domain, her breath caught in her throat. The room was silent
for a moment, the only sound the seemingly deafening thud of her heart.
"Here she is," a low, genderless voice said.
"There's supposed to be another one," pointed out a second, slightly male voice.
Julie could imagine the figure looking around in puzzlement.
Julie shifted slightly, the hard wood of the wardrobe rubbing abrasively against
her hardened nipples. She fought back the hiss of pain that would expose her.
"The bed is still made, so she never made it here," observed the first voice,
making Julie praise her habitual cleanliness. Then another voice spoke, a voice
that had the effect of chilling her to the bone.
"Get the girl and let's go. Stop wasting time here." The voice was female, but
unlike anything she had ever heard before, powerfully commanding, like you had
no choice but to obey.
"Oh, Kate," Julie screamed in her head as she listened to soft sounds of sheets
against skin, followed by heavier footsteps as they carried Kate away. A single
tear escaped her tightly clenched eyes as the door shut softly behind the
departing kidnappers.
Julie fought to contain her raging emotions, terror and hate waring for control
over her.
"Get a grip, Julie," she whispered to herself. Decisively, she emerged from her
cramped hiding place and began dressing for the cold. Her hands shook as she
pulled a pair of pale pink panties up her hairless legs, imagining Kate naked
and in the back of the van to be taken to where Julie could only guess.
Thick white woollen pants covered her pale legs, added to a pink bra and grey
long-sleeve shirt. She hated this shirt, but she needed all the warmth she could
get... to go where?
Julie halted with a thick woollen jumper around her neck. What was she planning
to do?
She finished pulling on the jumper and peered out the window. Only the guard
stood beside the van, arms wrapped around his waist.
Could she follow them on foot? She certainly didn't know how to drive.
Part of her was screaming that this was irrational, that she should just call
the police and let them handle it. She was only a girl.
Julie frowned at the thought; only a girl? She silenced the voice inside and
began pulling on her boots. Outside, she heard the vans' engine start up.
Quickly pulling a woollen hat on, Julie stood and put her hand on the clasp that
held the windows together.
It was only one floor, after all.
Two guards climbed into the back of the van, securing the doors behind them,
whilst the woman slid into the passenger seat.
With a grunt the van pushed through the snow that had built up around it and
surged forwards through the white ice with its cargo of sleeping females.
Behind the van, a window on the second floor opened, and a white figure paused
momentarily before plunging out the window and into the snow building up against
the wall below, sending up a cloud of ice as it rolled to the ground.
The figure shook the snow from its long, black hair before starting off down the
road after the van.
Julie was thankful the snow hadn't had long to fall, or she wouldn't have been
able to follow at all before the still falling snow covered the tracks. Her
clothing blended nicely with the surrounds, allowing her to sneak through the
night without being seen. Her earlier guess turned out to be correct as she
followed the slowly fading tracks into a side-street alongside the small, brown
building of the Doctors Surgery.
Julie paused to lean against the wall of the surgery, futilely wiping snow from
hair that was already soaking wet. She cursed herself for not wearing mittens,
her fingers were slowly going numb from the long walk.
She straightened and headed slowly to the rear of the building, wary of
movement. The van was parked at the rear, cold and silent. She paused at a low
window in the side wall, glancing in to find it was dark and silent. She tried
the latch, and was surprised to find it was open. Quickly she slid it partly
open and stole inside, shutting the window silently behind her.
The building was cool inside, light from beyond shining around the door. She
snuck around to a cupboard and searched until she found a towel to dry her
dripping hair, her boots leaving a trail of mud across the vinyl. An unconscious
smile crept across her face as she used the towel to clean the mud off her boots
and the floor. Best not to leave a trail of mud and water behind, she thought to
her self.
Voices outside alerted her. Quickly Julie turned and jumped behind the dimly
seen silhouette of the changing screen, bringing the soiled towel with her.
The door handle turned and opened, and a hand hit the light-switch, filling the
room with briefly flickering fluorescent light. Julie placed one eye to a gap in
the screen.
Two of the men in grey entered, carrying between them the groggy, naked form of
Susan. Her eyes fluttered as she fought the drugs in her body, shaking her head
weakly.
They half-dragged her to the lone examination table in the middle of the room
and placed her haphazardly on her back, small firm breasts jutting defiantly out
from her chest. Susan moaned in despair as she fought to raise her head from the
black leather padding, watching as the woman in black entered.
The woman's' bright red hair contrasted with the pale white of her skin and
obsidian black of her outfit. Julie was unsure what fabric it was. Firm breasts
were supported by a strapless top that exposed the top-half of the shapely
mounds. The blackness of her outfit began there, curving down around her
attractive buttocks and merging into long legs and 3-inch heels.
But what held Julies attention were her eyes; fire-red pupils that focused with
deadly intent upon the weakly squirming girl in front of her.
"N... n... no," Susan struggled to speak.
Silently the woman glided to stand beside the table, running a black-gloved hand
through the terrified girls' hair, the other hand clutching something.
"Be still, little one," the woman almost whispered, pale lips stretched white as
she spoke. One hand slid down between Susan's hairless legs to gently rub her
soft outer lips.
"Restrain her," the woman commanded. The guards broke their hungry gazes off the
poor girl to nod, and then proceeded to strap Susan onto the table, spreading
her vulnerable form wide. She resisted weakly, her muscles still sluggish.
"P... please don't h... hurt me," Susan begged, her voice slurred.
"We won't hurt you, little one," soothed the woman, bending over so that their
faces nearly touched. One hand cupped Susan's left breast, whilst the other
hovered over her face.
With a flourish, the woman exposed the object in her hand to Susan's wide eyes,
a short, black vibrator. She activated it with practiced ease, watching the
terrified look in Susan's eyes as she began running it across her chest,
circling her small breasts like a predator.
Her hand glided down towards Susan's exposed sex, making the girl whimper
softly. Teasingly she ran the vibrating device around the hairless lips,
eliciting an indrawn breath from the helpless teen.
Julie watched from her position in horror as the woman deliberately aroused
Susan, teasing her endlessly by running the vibrator across the slightly parted
lips.
"Please don't," Susan kept repeating softly, unable to stop herself from raising
her hips slightly to meet the vibrator.
Tired of teasing, the woman plunged the vibrator in between Susan's moist lips,
jamming the tip against her clit.
Susan squeaked in surprise, wriggling her hips in a futile attempt to rid
herself of the relentless device. The woman smiled, sliding a finger into her
dripping wet sex and gently rubbing her. Susan squirmed softly, her face flushed
with humiliation. She could feel the warm feeling growing inside her, just as
earlier that day. Desperately she fought the rising urge, trying to ignore the
sensations coursing through her.
"I have a lot of patience, little one. You cannot resist forever," the woman
told Susan softly. Susan ignored her, concentrating on thinking about other
things.
The woman frowned in annoyance, then plunged another finger into Susan's
dripping pussy and used her thumb to rub her tight little arsehole. The black of
her gloves glistened in the light with moisture.
Susan whimpered at the new sensations, the woman's skilled fingers deftly
dragging Susan back into her body.
Sensing Susan was approaching orgasm again, the woman ground the vibrator into
the girls clit, making her groan and buck her hips involuntarily.
"No... stop... please..." she trailed off with a long moan of defeat as the
orgasm ran through her. A happy glint in her eye, the woman lowered her head
down between Susan's legs and lapped at the juices that ran freely from her
body, pooling on the soft padding of the table.
"You taste lovely, little one," the woman purred happily, her eyes closing in
contentment. The colour slowly returned to her pale lips as she ran her tongue
hungrily through the girls' snatch, throat muscles eagerly swallowing her
secretions.
She raised her head slightly from between the squirming Susan's legs, her
nostrils flaring. Her eyes rotated to stare unerringly at the screen that was
Julies' hiding spot.
"Behind the screen," she said, making it a command. Julie leant back from the
gap, her eyes wide in horror. Her heart leapt into her throat as the loud sound
of footsteps echoed across the room.
How did she know? Should she make a run for it? Yes, Julie decided, and sprung
from her hiding place directly into the surprised arms of the two guards.
Briefly stunned, they grappled with the wildly flailing teen for a frantic
moment before neatly pinning her arms.
"Julie!" Susan screamed in dismay, straining once again against the bonds that
held her.
"Let me go, you freaks," Julie screamed at them, her eyes wild in panic. The
guards stoically ignored her violent struggles and kicks. She was tempted to
bite the guard closest to her head.
"Well, well," said the woman softly, making Julie freeze in her struggles. She
glared at the woman through hair that now hung messily across her face.
"Bring her here," she commanded, running a sticky gloved hand absently up
Susan's spread. The two guards dragged Julie over, not being gentle about it.
"Follow us here, did you, my darling?" Julie kept her head down. She did not
want this woman to see her eyes.
Annoyance flashed across her face when Julie did not respond, so she caught
Julies chin in a strong grip and raised the girls head. Julie shut her eyes.
"Hmmm," the woman mused, studying Julie. "I believe you were the other girl I
wanted. How fortunate; although I would like to know how you escaped the drugs."
Julie was silent.
"Why do you not look at me, my darling? Open your eyes, now," the woman snapped
in a strong tone. Julie almost opened her eyes, before coming to her senses.
"Fuck you," Julie replied hotly, shaking her head in an attempt to loosen the
strong grip.
"Look at me," the woman growled, angry at Julies' continued disobedience. With
her free hand, she slapped Julie hard across the cheek.
Julies' eyes sprang open in anger and locked eye contact with her captor,
startling purple eyes sparkling dangerously. The woman's eyes widened, releasing
Julies jaw hastily. She seemed speechless for a moment, her face dark.
"So," she said coldly. "It is you who owns the brunette." She paused, as if
waiting for Julie to speak.
"This explains the drugs, then," she continued, before leaning in close to Julie
and breathing the damp scent of Susan into her face. Julie maintained eye
contact, glaring into the fiery red of her pupils.
"Your property fought well, young one. But I tasted her, as I shall taste you."
She leant back with a twisted smile and turned to Susan.
"Do you think your friend will enjoy the Extractor, little one?" She paused to
enjoy the look of horror that spread across Susan's pretty face.
"You certainly enjoyed it earlier today," the woman continued, and tilted her
head at the guards holding Julie. One of them released his grip on the Julie and
went to retrieve something from the cupboards that lined the wall behind them.
The other man, holding both Julies' hands in one strong grip, reached forwards
and unzipped her coat. He tugged it from her shoulders, deftly managing to
remove it from her arms without releasing them entirely.
"Forget that," the woman told him. "Strip now, young one, or I will hurt your
friend." She placed one hand between Susan's legs, gripping her clit delicately
between forefinger and thumb. Susan moaned, flashing Julie a desperate look.
"Don't hurt her," Julie said angrily, but it sounded weak. Julie knew protesting
was useless, so she shut her mouth tightly.
Predictably, the woman laughed, and with a slight twist of her wrist made Susan
scream in agony. Her shrill cries echoed around the small room as she expertly
tortured Susan's sensitive organ with her fingertips.
She released her grip slightly, halting the pain that lanced through Susan's
entire body. Susan began sobbing uncontrollably, her body limp as the last hope
of rescue left her.
"Strip, now!" came the sharp command. Julie stared at Susan in despair. The
guard released her arms cautiously and backed away. Reluctantly, Julie pulled
off the ugly long-sleeve top that she now very much loved and threw it to the
ground in front of her.
She halted, glancing up at the restrained Susan who stared at Julie with a
distressed look.
"Take them off or we'll cut them off, young one," the woman said, growing
impatient.
Julie sighed angrily and kicked off her boots. Her pants soon joined them on the
ground.
Again she halted, clad only in her pale pink underwear and socks.
"All of it," the woman prompted. Resentment flooded through Julie as she slid
off the last of her precious clothing, proudly standing barefoot and naked
before the woman. Her nipples hardened in the cool air as she glanced to see
where the other guard had gone.
His back was to them, paying attention to something on the ground. He turned and
pulled on the object. It followed behind on wheels, one end lifted slightly as
he dragged it to where Julie stood. She shivered as she studied it, her chest
tight with apprehension.
It was a strangely shaped bench, about a foot and a half long and curved down
either side with a power-cable snaking out from underneath. A flatter section
was shaped to sit on at the rear, with cuffs attached below and at the rear of
the seat, and at the front of the bench. Directly from the middle of the seat
protruded a long, one inch thick silver dildo. Situated further forwards
protruded another dildo, thicker and slightly longer, covered in strange ripples
and bumps. Each one glistened with lubrication, waiting patiently to fill its
respective orifice.
The guards grabbed Julie by the shoulders and pushed her over the device. Meekly
Julie allowed them to guide her movements, strongly pushing her into a squatting
position on the device. She flinched as the tip of the dildo contacted with her
lips, but the insistent hand between her shoulders forced her to slowly lower
herself onto the cold phallus.
It stretched her painfully wide, giving her no time to adjust to its
considerable size as she was forced down onto it. She stayed silent throughout,
only wincing as the second dildo was forced into her anus, stretching the tight
orifice open as it slid deep into her behind.
Her buttocks reached the base of the device; the final contact making her flush
in shame.
"You like that?" one of the guards whispered nastily to her as he locked her
legs down, cuffing her ankles and knees to the device. The other closed the
thoughtfully padded cuffs around her wrists, forcing her arms behind her.
Julie discovered the hard way that at the base of the dildo now filling her
pussy sat a small protrusion that rubbed delicately against her clit. The cuffs
around her legs kept her from rising off the twin probes, as she found out when
she tested the bonds.
The woman came close to the bound Julie, placing her mouth up against her ear.
"I'll enjoy watching you cum, young one" she whispered, one hand collecting a
red ball-gag from the closest guard and slipping it into Julies' open mouth.
As the woman flicked the power switch, Julie recalled Susan's words:
"It did things, and I enjoyed them"
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Thanks to Red Eva for proof-reading. Feel free to e-mail me.
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