A Girls Desire

CHAPTER ONE

My Fantasy Comes True

I have been ordered to sit here naked and write about the past months that led up to my being here. Also I am to describe in detail who and what I am. What I look like and how I feel.'

My name is Slut Terry. Six months ago my name was Terry Leiu Anderson. I was a happy 17 year old with usual desires, tastes and curiosity. My 18 ^th birthday was just around the corner and I kept telling myself I would be of legal age to make decisions about things I wanted to do. At least I thought I wanted them.

Six months ago, I would have described myself as: Asian, 5 ft. 1 inch in height, 104lbs, and still a virgin. Black straight hair to the middle of my back, Green eyes, Slim, but because of the German from my mothers side I have better than average sized breasts for an Asian girl my size. My father died when I was only twelve. Mom remarried to my step Dad so I have two last names. Lieu from my natural Father and Anderson from my step Dad.

As I think back, I suppose my dark fantasies were from childhood. Fantasies about being taken prisoner during the war and detained naked with others like us. I have read about the things done to females during war time. I remember at night in my room I would hold my hands behind my back, put a cloth in my mouth like a gag, then pretend I was being ordered to strip naked.

In high school I met a girl who later drew these desires to a peak. It was during my Junior year in high school that I befriended Cindy. We eventually did everything together. I was in three of her classes, and we had gym class together. I noticed her staring at me in the shower, and blushingly made a joke about it. But it happened more than once. I must admit, I was finding it arousing but was afraid other girls would notice and then tease us until the whole school found out. That became the topic of discussion every time I spent the night at her house. She showed me some books she was reading. I immediately found them of interest just looking at the covers. It showed an Asian girl half naked and tied up with soldiers questioning her. My heart began racing and my face became hot.

Cindy told me that she thought of me when she read these stories. She asked the question that pushed me over the edge to where I am today. "Can I tie you up like the book, Terry?"

My first thought was "YES", but I gave her a firm "NO" and added: "What if your mother or little brother found us?"

That weekend changed my life. I kept thinking about Cindy tying me up naked and doing things to me that I had no control over. My panties were soaking wet that night. I wanted Cindy to tie me up and make me orgasm. Two weeks passed with me touching myself every night thinking about this until I couldn't hold back. I went up to Cindy in class and gave her a note on folded paper. She read it and I heard her giggle behind me at her desk. The note said only three words: "Please Tie Me". My panties were soaking and I wondered if my jeans were going to show a wet spot to the whole class.

Two days later was Friday, and Cindy gave me a letter in an envelope and then kept walking. I took it and put it in my purse and went to class as I was almost late. At lunch time, I looked for Cindy, but didn't see her. I had forgotten the note. As I paid for my lunch, I saw the envelope. I hurried back to my seat with my tray, and read the note, holding it low so no one could see it. It said: "You are my prisoner for this weekend. You are to come over by 7:00 pm tonight. You will bring with you an empty suitcase. You won't need any clothes. Oh and by the way…. Mom and Dad won't be home this weekend either. Its just you and me." P.S. "Do not change or take a shower when you get home, come in the clothes you have on" Now, I was getting butterflies and could not eat my lunch or concentrate the rest of the day.

I closed the door as I left my house, said good-by to Mom and Dad. Drove over to Cindy's house which was two blocks away. I parked the car but the house was dark. Didn't look like anyone was home. After a few minutes, I went to the door to ring the bell, and another envelope was taped to the front door with my name on it. I opened it, and had to go back to the car to read it as it was so dark. "Terry, you are a prisoner of war. You are to strip out of all of your clothes except your bra and panties and put them in the suitcase. You will then enter the house and go upstairs to my bedroom after locking the front door. HURRY!"

Heart pounding and contemplating getting back in the car and going home, I looked around. I knew Cindy was in there, but If I yelled or rang the bell, I would ruin the weekend. I decided I had wanted this I was going to play along. I opened the suitcase on the porch floor. Quickly took off my sneaks and socks, slid out of my jeans, took off my tee shirt, closed the suit case and then went in. The house was dark. My stomach was turning over and my pussy was soaking wet. My nipples were bursting thru the bra. I felt my way to the stairs, and went up. I called out Cindy's name ever so lightly, but nothing. I made my way to her room. The door was closed. I opened the door slowly. Quickly I was grabbed by two pairs of hands. My eyes were covered, my mouth was taped shut and my hands were held behind my back. I then felt something tying my wrists behind my back. I was scared. I was breathing so hard I couldn't get my breath with the gag in my mouth. It tasted musty yet had a smell of faint perfume. Little did I know then that I had Cindy's panties in my mouth.

Well to say the least, I was not expecting this. And I was so humiliated. Cindy was not alone. I didn't bargain for this. I was then being escorted down the stairs by both sets of arms while I was crying. I felt a slap across the face. Then we went down another set of stairs. It was the basement. The temperature was cooler against my sweating skin. The floor was cold on my feet. My nipples were sore from being so hard. Not only was I nervous and scared, but also aroused. My fantasy was coming true. I kept trying to tell myself that this is just a game. Cindy won't hurt me. It's supposed to be fun. Then rope around my wrists and they were being pulled up over my head until my toes were all that was on the floor.

A pair of hands grabbed my hair tightly and then I heard a male voice say: "You are a prisoner of war. You will answer all questions. If your refuse you will be beaten. DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!" As he shook my head for emphasis. "I will now remove the gag from your mouth. You will not scream. You will be quiet. You will only speak when I ask you a question."

Then, I felt a hard smack to my rear by something hard and thin. It stung so, I jerked against my rope. "If you do not obey me you will receive twenty more!!" He said.

Now, the gag was slowly removed. Then I heard Cindy in a distance. "TERRY! Please do as they say. I will explain when I can. They broke in shortly after Mom and Dad left. I am tied up like you. They have questioned me all afternoon. Just cooperate."

I began crying. I knew now it was not play acting, but something real. But what? How? There is no war here. Who are these people and what do they want from me?

The man spoke: "Tell us your name".

"Terry Lieu Anderson"

"How old are you?"

"I just turned 18"

"Weight?"

"104 lbs"

"Height?"

"Ah.. 5'1", I had to think as my mind was spinning.

"Measurments?"

"WHAT?" I said in surprise. (SWACK!) across my bottom with that stick again.

"Measurments?"

"34c - 21 - 32"

"Are you a virgin?"

As the tears dropped down my cheeks, I cried softly, "Yes."

"How often do you masturbate?"

"Lately every day," I managed

"Why Lately?"

"Please….. don't" (SAACK – SWAACK) two more with the stick.

"Ok, ok… I'll tell you" I said crying.

"I have been fantasying lately about bondage. And have been aroused by it."

Oh how humiliated I was. To hear myself say these words to strangers who I couldn't see and while being tied up in bondage admitting it arouses me.

"Hmmm" said the male voice. "Remove her under clothes." He ordered someone. I screamed "NO… Please don't. PLEASE!!" I shouted in tears. "CINDY! HELP!"

But then I felt my bra coming off, and then my panties slowly being slid down and then removed. Suddenly I was in shock…. Cindy was behind me cupping both breasts and telling me it was going to be ok. That we were there alone. It was all made up by her to let me live out what I have been longing for all these years. I felt her naked body pushing into my back as she squeezed my breasts and teased my nipples. She took my panties to my nose and said "Girl… these are absolutely drenched. Bad girls who soak their panties must pay."

Then she wiped them between my pussy lips to get the rest of the dripping juices, and told me too open my mouth. I obeyed. She pushed them in and tied a cloth around my head to hold them in place.

"When you suck them completely clean, you can have them removed." She said. My eyes were still blindfolded. Still tied to the rope above. She was in front now, pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts. My heart was pounding. I was close to an orgasm like I had never felt before. Then Cindy pulled my legs up and placed my heels on a stool like object so they were spread wide apart and I was still hanging by my wrists. I could picture in my mind what I looked like. She was sitting between my legs and began every so lightly licking my pussy. She ran delicious little circles around my clit with her tongue.

"OH YES, CINDY… PLEASE… I screamed." Then I had the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt in my entire life. I had lived thru my fantasy, but though it seemed real, it wasn't. Not dangerous, yet lifelike. It was so delicious. I love Cindy. She made me what I am.

A Girls Desire

CHAPTER 2 – The Reality

“TERRY, DINNER!” Mom called.

“HUH? What?” I opened my eyes and looked at the clock. Oh shit, I had fallen asleep. It was 5:30 . I was dreaming about going to Cindy's. But it was so real. My pussy was soaking wet. It was like it really happened. Everything was a fog. I quickly ran over to my purse hanging on my desk chair and checked to see if Cindy had even given me that note at school or was that part of the dream.

Yes, here it is. I read it again. "You are my prisoner for this weekend. You are to come over by 7:00 pm tonight. You will bring with you an empty suitcase. You won't need any clothes. Oh and by the way…. Mom and Dad won't be home this weekend either. Its just you and me." P.S. "Do not change or take a shower when you get home, come in the clothes you have on"

Suddenly, a rush of nerves came over me. The dream haunted me. I quickly ran down the stairs to eat.

“Terry, are you feeling ok?” Mom said. “You look pale. Maybe I should get the thermometer.”

“No, mom. I'm ok, really. Just a little hungry.” I said. I really wasn't hungry at all, but ate as much as I could.

“Oh, I almost forgot, dear. This came for you about an hour ago. I think it's from Cindy. Her little brother dropped it off on his way to ball practice.”

“Oh. Thanks” I said. I wanted to tear it open and read it, but just left it lying on the table next to me as if I wasn't interest. Quickly ate and then took the letter up to my room and sat on the bed. My fingers were trembling. I tore it open and pulled out a note folded on white paper. My stomach was turning. I opened it and began reading.

“My little prisoner. I want you to shave all your pubic hair off smooth and bald. It had better be done right or you will be sorry. I expect you sharply at 7:00 pm . If you are one minute late, you can expect to be punished severely. And don't think of calling to cancel or just not showing. If you don't go through with this, I will leak out your fantasy along with some very detailed stories about you to certain girls at school who will be sure to gossip it all over town.”

This was really getting exciting, and I was so wet. But I was scared too. I had never done anything like this before. I had not even been all the way with a boy before. Now to be willing to submit to a girl like a prisoner of war. I looked at the clock again.

“OH SHIT!” I said out loud. I only had 45 minutes to be at Cindy's and so much to do. I ran in the bathroom, stripped and sat there on the toilet with my razor and hand mirror. I could see I was wet. I got a pair of scissors and trimmed my thin Asian pubic hair close to the skin, then shaved it smooth. I felt strange doing this and even more strange to see my pussy lips so plainly and proudly displayed. I couldn't keep my eyes off my pussy. I stood up with my legs closed and looked at myself. My pussy crack was clearly visible. I looked so young. I could pass for 15. I put on the same clothes as I had been instructed. My panties were very wet and smelled. Grabbed my suitcase from Mom's closet and went down stairs.

“Mom, I'll be leaving for Cindy's soon, can I help you in the kitchen cleaning up?”

“Oh that would be nice dear. Thank you.” She said. As I washed the dishes, and looked at the clock every few seconds, Mom couldn't help notice.

“Terry? What on earth is the matter with you? Why are you watching that clock like that? Are you and Cindy having boys over?” She said sternly.

“Oh, no Mom. Not at all. I just don't want to be late. Cindy has a movie on TV we are going to watch and it starts at 7 O'clock . That's all.” I managed.

“Hmm, there had not be boys coming over. If I find out you lied to me young lady…..”

“Mom, there's no boys. I promise.”

“Ok, dear.” She said as she placed her hands on each shoulder and kissed my cheek.

“Well, you had better get going then, it's 5 minutes till.” She whispered in my ear.

“WHAT? Bye Mom.” I said as I ran to the door, grabbed my suit case and out the door.

I drove up the drive, just like my dream. Only it wasn't as dark as the dream. I was really nervous now. I wish it was dark. How could I strip on the front porch with all this light. What if someone sees me? I thought. I carried my suit case to the door. Looked around. The bushes along the porch hid me pretty well. Now thoughts were running in my head. What if Cindy's little brother was inside? What if he saw me come in wearing bra and panties? He would tease me or tell his mother. She would tell my mother. What was I doing here? Why did I agree to this? Question after question pounded my head. I looked at my watch. It was just 7:00 . My hear pounding, I set the suit case down, and slowly opened it. Looking around again. I didn't see or hear anyone. This was it. I had to do it. Kicked my shoes off and put them in the suit case. Quickly off went the tee shirt and jeans. I just grabbed the suit case, not even latching it closed and went it.

Whew! That was close I thought. “Let's see now,” I said to myself. “The note said to lock the door and go up to Cindy's room.” I bolted the door. Looked around the entrance. All the lights were off, but the house was still quite well lit. I didn't need a flash light. I could plainly see the stairs. I made my way up cautiously waiting for hands to grab me like the dream. But nothing happened. No one was home. I saw Cindy's bedroom door. It was closed and a note was taped to it. I looked closer. It said in big red letters: TERRY

I pulled it off the door, and opened it.

“You will remove your bra and knock three times on the door. Wait for orders to enter. When you enter shut the door behind you and stand with your hands behind your head. Do Not Move until told to.”

The moment of truth. My hear pounding, I reached behind me and unfastened my bra. Took it off and holding it in my left hand, knocked 3 times with my right. Nothing happened. I stood there with my knees knocking. Should I knock again? No. I just waited. Finally I heard Cindy's voice. “Get in here prisoner #1”

I opened the door, and it was black. I entered as ordered, shut the door and stood in my position with hands behind my back.

“Turn and face the door” Cindy's voice said. Where was she? I couldn't see her.

I turned and stood a few inches from the door.

“Hands down to your sides prisoner #1” was the order. Cindy's voice was closer. Then a blindfold was put over my eyes and I could feel her tying it behind my head. Now I was getting nervous and my pussy was soaking again. My hands were helped by Cindy back to their place behind my head. Then Cindy's cool hands found my breasts. Cupping each one, just holding her hands over my breasts. Then a few brushes of her thumbs over my rock like nipples. She grabbed my waist and pulled me backwards a few steps so I was in the center of the room I had guessed. Then nothing. I didn't know if the room was still black or if she had turned lights on. I assumed the lights must be on by now.

Suddenly, my wandering mind was focused on what I felt next. My panties were slowly being slid down. Unbeknownst to me, Cindy was kneeling in front of me and the lights were definitely on. My smooth shaved pubic area was now coming into view as I felt the waist band lowering. My crotch was still holding the crotch of my panties tightly against my wet pussy lips. They were now down just enough to expose all my pussy but the crotch had not yet released the fabric against my pussy. Cindy left me like this for a while. Then I was interrogated as if a real prisoner.

“Ok you slut of a prisoner. Tell us your full name!”

"Terry Lieu Anderson"

“What is your involvement with the Social Party, Terry Lieu Anderson”

“What? I don't know what your are talking about” I said.

SMACK!! Was the sound I heard as I felt a hard sting to my bare ass.

“LIAR” She yelled in my ear. “Do you want 10 more like that? Now Answer the question slut!”

“I am not involved in any way, I promise you” I said stunned.

SMACK!!! Another sting to my burning ass. I jumped and whimpered, please “Cindy, don't”

SMACK!! “YOU WILL NOT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO SLUT!”

“Lets try another question. What are you measurements?”

"34c - 21 - 32" I said, thinking this was just like my dream.

“How many boys have you had sex with, slut?”

“I have never had sex, Ma'am. I am still a virgin.” I said with the most embarrassment.

“Hmmm, we shall see soon enough if that is so.” “How many girls have you had sex with?”

“One, Ma'am” Why did I say that. No one knows about what happened in the 8 th grade. Why did I let this cat out of the bag. Especially to Cindy, who could use it against me.

“Tell me what happened”

“I was in the 8 th grade. I was 13 and my friend from school was over and we were playing in my room. She spent the night. We were in the same bed. I woke up with her hands rubbing my pussy. I didn't let her know I was awake but opened my legs. I was frozen to the surprise of it all, and the feelings I was having. She made me have my first orgasm. She knew I was awake by then, and pulled the covers down. She was naked and we spent the night examining each others bodies and rubbing each other. That was the only time, I promise.”

“Is your pussy wet now, slut?”

I stalled. I froze.

“ANSWER ME!” SMACK!!! Again on the ass.

“YES!, Yes my pussy is soaking wet. It has been for several days.” Oh God, I was made for this treatment. I was so horny.

“Spread your legs wide.” I did, and the crotch of my panties sprang away from my pussy. Then Cindy's hand gently slid up from behind and rested on my burning ass. A few minutes of caressing my ass, then slid down my crack and between my bald pussy lips.

“Strip those panties off now, girl and hand them to me.”

I did my best, still blindfolded. I handed the outward not knowing where Cindy was. The were grabbed quickly and then I was ordered to open my legs again. Cindy was rubbing my panties over my pussy. It felt so good. Between my lips. Teasing my vagina. I was aching for release. My legs were getting weak. Breathing was quick, heart pounding. Then it happened. Just like my dream. The wet fabric was against my mouth.

“Open your mouth.” I obeyed, dreading what was to happen. My wet dirty panties from all day was pushed in.

“Start sucking on them or you get 5 more smacks on your ass.”

I did as I was told. While I was sucking my juices out of the panties, Cindy pushed my legs together. I felt her cool hands rubbing softly over my tummy, and down over my freshly shaved pubic area. Feeling the smooth skin of my pouting pussy lips, the up to my breasts. My nipples were being pinched, then a hot mouth over my left nipple and started sucking it. I felt like dropping on the floor. My honey was dripping down the insides of my legs. I sucked harder on my panties, wishing they were Cindy's panties. Then her fingers made their way to my clit with my legs closed and still sucking my nipple, she held me and brought me to a roaring climax, in a standing position with blindfold on and arms behind my head. I felt dizzy.

The panties were removed. The blindfold was removed. My eyes were blurry. I adjusted to the light. Then I noticed the tripod. Her video camera was running the whole time. All of this was on tape.

“Terry, my prisoner. I am now going to tie you naked. You will be taken down to the living room, and forced to sit in this chair, in the center of the room, tied with rope between your legs, splitting your pussy. Your breasts tied. And these clothes pins attached to your nipples. You will sit here and watch yourself as I saw you….., and remember Terry, I own you now. If you ever don't obey my wishes, this tape might find itself distributed around the school. Or mailed to your Mom and Dad. Or maybe my little brother.

Tears welled up and dripped down my cheek. I was now a prisoner. What would come next? How would I be used? I would find out sooner than I thought.