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.

“Well, slut, aren’t you going to greet your Mistress?”

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.

“Well?”

“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:

Police follow new lead in hunt for missing girl

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.

“Please Mistress, will you punish your slut?”

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?”

It was now Jenny’s turn to shrug. “So what did you 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.”

Jenny leant forward. “Did you?”

“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”

“Did she learn quickly?”

“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.”

“So what did you do?”

“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.”

“Did you take it?”

“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. Elizabeth asked me how I’d acquired her and when I told her she became very keen and offered me a business partnership.”

Jenny drew back, a puzzled look on her face.

“Think about it, Jenny, Elizabeth knew I’d found the ‘El-Dorado’ of the genuine slaves; girls who no-one would know were missing, and I could tap the seam.”

“Sorry Mel, I don’t follow you.”

“Jenny, remember that sick fuck up in Seattle, the Green River killer?

“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 Elizabeth realised was that I had a way of getting to those girls. And once they were got, we were made.”

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.

“Remember that Wilkins girl about 5 or 6 years back?”

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.

“You’ve got her?”

Mel chuckled at this. “Not now obviously. What happened was this: Elizabeth was in the Mall just shopping and was putting her stuff in her SUV and this cute little kid wandered up crying and all that, wailing that she was lost. Elizabeth said later that it was just a spur of the moment thing, but no-one was around, so she told her she’d help her find her Mom. Well, she brought her here, so at that point there wasn’t a lot I could do but help out.”

“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 Elizabeth got in touch with all her contacts, and I mean all, and eventually we sold her to a Brazilian woman. Guess how much for?”

Jenny shook her head and shrugged.

Mel spoke very slowly “Half a million dollars?”

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.”

Jenny frowned slightly. “Doesn’t that take some of the edge of it?”

“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 Canada, still a fuck-slave to her present owners.”

“Present owners?”

“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.”

“Any idea if she likes it?”

“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. Elizabeth told me once that when she’s totally ‘fucked out’ she’ll more than likely be smuggled to South America where Christ knows what her fate will be. I don’t care really.”

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.

“Mind if I tie her and have some fun?”

“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.

“Could you untie my wrists, please?” She sobbed to the Officer

“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.

“Ok, are these the two women who abducted you?”

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.”

“Did she spank you?”

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.

“Wow, Steph, you ok?”

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.

Missy’s Misfortune pt 5

Missy lay on her side, still sobbing at the humiliation of being forced to orgasm while watching a 14 year old girl get gang-raped by these women. She could feel Jenny pressing herself against her back, the older woman’s stiff nipples pressing against her flesh. Jenny’s hand was still holding the vibrator just inside the girl’s pussy as she lifted one of her legs over Missy’s thighs and ground her pussy against the girl’s ass.

Missy could feel the wetness of her owner’s pussy rubbing against her behind, she knew the older woman was getting off on her obvious distress as much as what they had been watching on the screen. She felt Jenny’s grip on the vibrator loosen slightly as it was eased further into her.

“Clamp your legs together, slut, keep it there.” Jenny half cooed, half snarled into Missy’s ear and the terrified and broken girl meekly complied, pressing onto Jenny’s hand as slid out from between her thighs.

Jenny ran her free hand over Missy’s young and abused body, loving the feel of the school-girl’s firm, soft flesh. She squeezed the girl’s legs, her fingers pressing lightly onto Missy’s firm muscles before running her hand upwards, over her slut’s flat stomach to her breasts which she started to squeeze and knead, twisting the nipples between her finger and thumb making Missy cry out in a low voice.

“Shhhh, slut.” Jenny whispered in her ear. “Watch the TV, there’s more to come.”

The screen went blank again giving no clues as to Julie’s final fate, though Missy could guess it was to be one of endless sexual drudgery. The next scene suddenly appeared; it was a large suburban living room, the curtains were drawn so Missy was unable to tell the time of day. A group of women aged between 30 and 50 were sitting round the room chatting and laughing, smiling whenever the camera focussed on them.

Missy didn’t recognise any of the women until the camera lighted on Elizabeth, but apart from her all the others were strangers. Judging by their accents they weren’t American and Missy guessed they were Canadian. The bits of the conversation the microphone picked up were totally inconsequential, just daily trivia and TV talk. Missy squirmed as the vibrator continued to torment her pussy, her ass pressing back against her owners pussy. She knew the video would soon show some new depravity but the blandness of the scene meant the vibrator pushing inside her was dominating her thoughts.

On the screen the camera swiftly panned round as a door opened and 2 terrified young girls were pushed violently into the room. The 2 girls were clearly twins, about 15 or 16 years old, and like most twins at that age their appearances were as identical as their looks; their hair was red and curly, and reached down to their shoulders, they had pretty faces with a fair sprinkling of faint freckles, their green eyes showed their obvious fear at their surroundings.

The camera zoomed in on the girls as they stood holding each other for comfort, they eyed the camera apprehensively as it panned up and down their identical emerald green t-shirts covering their young breasts which were markedly smaller than Missy’s full pair. The camera continued its journey down their bodies, lingering on their cut-off jean shorts and lightly freckled legs, taking in their ankle socks and sneakers, before zooming in on one of the girl’s crotch.

“So, who are these 2 little sluts, and how did you catch them, Hilary?” Elizabeth’s voice could be heard asking above the general lewd comments being made about the 2 frightened teens.

The woman who had pushed the 2 girls into the room in the first place now stood next to them and raised her hand for silence.

“First things first. For anyone who hasn’t met her yet may I introduce my very good friend Elizabeth who’s visiting us here in Vancouver all the way from Texas. I’m sure you’ve all heard of her.”

There were various murmurs of greeting and appreciation which Elizabeth modestly waved away.

The woman by the girls spoke again.

“Now for the main course. These 2 little sluts are Keri and Teri; they were on their way to visit their Aunt here when I managed to persuade them to come with me to get raped.”

At this the girls started to cry and hugged each other tighter, one of them was about to speak but Hilary slapped her leg hard, leaving a vivid red mark on it which reduced her to quiet sobs.

“How did you persuade her, Hilary?” Elizabeth laughed.

“Well, I should point out that the little sluts are from the wilds of British Columbia and were a bit trusting, which is never a wise thing in the big city. I was behind them in the queue in the diner at the station and I heard them talking about finding a cab to take them to the Mountebank area. So I told them I was from Mountebank and could give them a lift if they wanted. The stupid sluts were so naïve they said yes. Guess their hick parents had warned them about getting lifts off strange men, but never strange women. ‘Course, they had no idea where Mountebank is, so it was easy to get them out here and trick them into coming into the house. I locked them in the dungeon until now.”

One of the girls, the same one who had tried to speak a few seconds earlier, now found her voice.

“You, you said you were going to take us to our Aunt’s. Please can we go now?” She sobbed.

Hilary eyed her coldly, “We’re all the family you have now, you little cunts.” She hissed.

“Now.” She blithely carried on. “Perhaps you 2 little sluts will show us what you have to offer us?”

The twins looked totally non-plussed; their fresh, innocent faces showed a mixture of confusion and fear.

Hilary rolled her eyes heavenwards. “Oh for fucks sake, you dumb bitches. Strip for us. Strip and dance as you do it. Can someone give us the music?”

Someone must have pressed a button at that point as some soft, slow music came on, vaguely Jazzy and intimate; the contrast between the mood of the music and the situation the twins were in couldn’t have been sharper.

The twins still stood, hugging each other, dumbfounded. The more forceful one spoke.

“But we can’t undress in front of you, it’s not right.”

From out of shot a woman stepped smartly into view and flashed a riding crop hard across the girl’s legs, she screamed sharply and lifted her leg off the ground, her hand rubbing where the crop landed, a thin red weal already there. She looked round, tears in her eyes, her sister clinging to her even tighter now.

“Are you going to do a strip-tease for us? Or do we have to hit you some more? Look, do you know who I am?”

The girl’s shook their heads apprehensively.

“Do you know the address of this house?”

The girl’s shook their heads again.

“So, there’s no danger of you telling the police about us. Do a strip-tease for us and I promise I’ll drop you near your aunt’s house afterwards.”

The twins looked doubtful. “You promise?”

“Sure, I promise.” Hilary smiled.

“You just want us to do a strip-tease for you? You won’t touch us or anything?”

“I promise.” Hilary lied.

The volume of the music increased slightly as the two terrified girls looked first at each other, then at Hilary, then one of the girls whispered something to the other one and, slowly and very self-consciously both girls started to dance to the music.

Hilary narrowed her eyes and raised her riding crop, “You’d better do than that, you sluts.” she hissed.

As the girl’s saw the riding crop twitch in her hand they started to move more gracefully and in time to the music.

“Turn around please.” A voice ordered from the audience in a tone that didn’t permit argument and both girls turned as one.

“Wiggle those asses, sluts” The same voice continued and both girls obediently wiggled their denim covered asses to murmurs of lewd approval.

“Wow, that’s a hot ass.”

“Can’t wait to have that over my lap.”

“Come on slut, shake it for me.”

Suddenly the more forceful of the girl’s stopped dancing and turned on her audience in a sobbing fury.

“Stop it, just stop it.” She half yelled, half sobbed. “We’re not doing it, just let us….Owwwwwww” Her voice tailed off into a low moan of pain as Hilary and another woman stepped forward and whipped their crops viciously onto her bare thighs.

She stood there in tears, rubbing the vivid red welts on her pale skin. Hilary, her face contorted with anger slapped her hard across her face and, as she staggered back, grabbed a handful of her red hair and jerked her head towards hers.

Her sister screamed loudly until she was silenced by another crack of a crop.

“Listen, you fucking slut.” Hilary said in an icy voice. “The sooner you do this for us the sooner you can go. Or would you rather we kept you here and tried out a few of the things I showed you in the dungeon?”

Keri’s eyes widened in fear, obviously Hilary had showed both girls some torture implements during their confinement, and the threat of using them seemed to be enough to quell her rebellion.

“So what’s it going to be, slut?” Hilary’s voice stayed icily flat.

“We’ll dance.” Keri stammered

“And strip?”

Keri nodded as best she could with her head tightly held by the older woman.

Hilary let her go and walked back to her seat her face like thunder. “Put the music back on.” She ordered as she sat down.

This time the twins started dancing immediately, gyrating their hips in time to the smooth tune, their eyes fixed resolutely on the ground, avoiding any contact with their depraved audience.

“Take off your t-shirts, sluts.” Hilary ordered in a matter of fact voice, swishing her crop through the air to emphasise the request.

Both girls gripped the bottom of their green shirts and started lifting them upwards, as the twin’s young breasts were exposed there were a few audible gasps of approval in the room.

Keri and Teri weren’t wearing bras, so their small breasts were instantly on display; both girls breasts were what could be called ‘late-starters’ compared to Missy’s much fuller pair. The camera zoomed in on Teri’s chest so closely that Missy could see the pattern of freckles scattered across it, and the girl’s pink nipples.

“Now your shorts, sluts.” Hilary continued, her voice showing her rising excitement as she watched the teenage twins degrade themselves for her and her friends.

Keri and Teri showed a brief second of hesitation until Hilary’s lazy twitching of her riding crop reminded them of the consequences of not complying; almost as if it was a rehearsed part of their choreography both girls reached for the buttons on their blue denim cut-offs and popped them open, the twins then pushed the shorts off their hips, doing a little wiggle as they did which produced a few more lewd shouts from the women.

As she pushed her shorts down her slender thighs Keri realised she was pulling her panties down with them revealing her pussy with its thin, red pubic hair.

“The carpet matches the curtains.” Someone shouted out with a laugh.

“The Boss Woman will love these two; she has a thing about young red-heads.”

This remark totally flummoxed Missy. The Boss Woman? Was there someone behind all this?

Keri tried to pull her panties back up but Hilary moved swiftly to swipe her crop across the girl’s fingers.

“Leave them, just take them both off.”

“But, you’ll see my. Owwwwww” Keri’s attempts to keep her modesty were cut short by another vicious swipe and her face crumpled in a mixture of tears and shame. Her sister, still silent, was crying now after seeing how easily her more dominant sister had been silenced; she knew she’d have no chance of objecting.

Hilary raised the crop a third time but didn’t need to use it now as both girls hurriedly slid their shorts down their legs and stepped out of them. They’d stopped dancing now and were simply standing in front of the lustful women.

Keri was still sobbing, one arm across her chest, the other attempting to cover her pussy, naked apart from her ankle socks and sneakers. Teri still had her pale blue cotton panties on to protect her modesty, her arms were crossed in front of her breasts, and she too was crying and shaking with fear.

Hilary whooshed the crop through the air a few inches from the terrified girls, making them blink and cringe backwards instinctively.

“You two little sluts will now do exactly as I tell you. Just remember, once this is over you’ll be taken to your Aunt’s house, but if you don’t do as I tell you, or show any hesitation I’ll keep you here. Understand?”

The twins nodded dumbly, Keri, shifting her weight from one foot to the other looked as if she was going to say something, perhaps it was dawning on her that this had gone too far for the girls to be released, perhaps she was just going to whinge. Either way she didn’t get the chance to open her mouth before Hilary carried on.

“I want you to dance some more, but this time I want you to touch yourselves. Keri, I want you to play with your little titties. Teri, I want you to put your hand inside your panties and stroke your little pussy. OK? Right, remember what happens if you don’t obey me? Ok, get on with it.”

The two girls looked at each other for a second, exchanging sick looking, resigned glances before complying with Hilary’s latest perverted order. Swaying to the soft music, Keri began to rub her hands on her breasts, cupping them, then letting go, in response to suggestions from the audience she gently stroked her nipples, all the while her eyes were clamped tightly shut in her humiliation.

Teri, her own eyes tight shut, her face red with shame, slipped her hand inside her panties and started to move her fingers over her own pussy; she knew all about masturbation but as far as she was concerned there was nothing erotic about dancing like this in front of all these women.

The women, on the other hand, were clearly getting very turned on; the camera panned over them – most of them hand their hands either down their jeans or underneath their skirts, a few were even playing with their own breasts just as Keri was.

Seeing that both the twins had their eyes shut Hilary made a silent gesture to the women and, almost as one, they silently stood up and quietly made their way towards the dancing girls.

The first thing Keri and Teri knew of the women’s approach was when they suddenly felt hands groping them. Both girls shrieked, eyes snapping open as they tried to move away from the women mauling them.

Each of the girls was surrounded by 3 or 4 women, their hands roaming, squeezing, pinching, and stroking the young captives. Teri seemed frozen in terror as the women explored her, one of them slipped her hand inside Teri’s panties but even this failed to register on her face.

Keri on the other hand was screaming and struggling against the women surrounding her. One of the women grabbed hold of her arms from behind, pinning them against her back but she still kicked wildly as she yelled and sobbed.

“You said you’d let us go, you said you wouldn’t touch us.” She yelled as her kicking legs were grabbed and lifted off the ground. From out of shot Hilary’s voice could be heard.

“Get the slut on the couch; I’ve had enough of her shit.” The camera panned over to Hilary and revealed she was naked from the waist down, and was in the process of tightening up the clasps on a strap-on.

As Keri was dragged struggling and screaming to the couch she caught sight of Hilary moving towards her, the phallus around her waist swaying with each step. Keri’s eyes widened in terror and shock.

“Nooooooo, oh God, please, no, please don’t. Please, please. We won’t tell anyone, we promise. Oh God, please let us go.” Her voice tailed off into a high pitched scream as she was dumped onto the couch on her back, her arms held tightly above her head, her legs pulled apart by different women. She struggled feebly as Hilary climbed onto the couch, kneeling between the teenager’s spread legs. One of the women appeared with a gag and offered it to Hilary who shook her head.

“No, I like to hear them scream.”

She leant over Keri, smiling malevolently as the girl screamed again.

“Does little slut want my cock?” Hilary leered, her face only inches from Keri’s, one of her hands starting to position the head of the strap-on against the girl’s virgin pussy.

The camera had moved around now and was close to Keri’s tear stained face as she begged and pleaded in a low voice. Hilary merely laughed and fiddled around with the strap-on a bit more. When she was satisfied it was in position, she started to push herself inside the helpless girl.

Keri screamed and struggled furiously as she felt Hilary’s synthetic cock push between her pussy lips, she tried to slide sideways so that the older woman would be forced off her, but Hilary held her tightly as she buried her strap-on inside her.

Suddenly Keri gave a louder, shorter, scream and her head snapped back. Missy guessed that Hilary had taken her cherry just as Jenny had taken hers. A loud cheer from the women holding the girl’s arms and legs confirmed it.

“Way to go, Hilly.” One of the women shouted to the group huddled around Teri. “She got her cherry.”

The sight of her sister being raped, and her own situation of being surrounded and groped by a bunch of women all old enough to be her mother seemed to have sent Teri into a state of physical shock, she stared blankly ahead as the women pinched and pulled her nipples, not even reacting when one of them bent down and took one nipple between her teeth and pulled it.

One of the women tormenting Teri, Missy saw, was Elizabeth. She had her hand inside the girl’s blue panties, her fingers moving rhythmically under the thin material, she leant forward and started to kiss the motionless girl, before drawing back for a second just to slap her face.

“Give me your tongue, slut.” Elizabeth barked at her, and then pressed her lips back onto Teri’s mouth, all the time working her fingers inside the girl’s panties.

Clearly Teri wasn’t responding as Elizabeth wished as she suddenly broke away and took her hand out of the teenager’s panties. She started to unzip her skirt, slid it down her stocking clad thighs and stepped out of it.

“Get the little bitch on her knees, I’ll show her what her tongue’s going to be used for from now on.” She muttered.

Teri was pushed abruptly down onto her knees in front of Elizabeth; this seemed to break her state of shock, as for the first time she started to struggle against her captors. One of the women grabbed a fistful of Teri’s red hair to keep her head steady as Elizabeth took one step and brought her pussy close to the girl’s face.

Teri tried to recoil away from the sight of Elizabeth’s glistening pussy lips, but was held in place by the grip on her hair. Elizabeth now placed her hand on the other woman’s to guide Teri’s mouth onto her pussy.

“Lick it, slut, make me come.” Elizabeth cooed as she pressed the teenage captive’s face into her pussy.

It was impossible to tell from the screen whether Teri did lick Elizabeth or not, in truth she didn’t need to; Elizabeth had many years experience of getting off just on the lips of her victims, and she continued to grind her pussy lips against Teri’s mouth and chin; knowing that soon the girl would have to open her mouth to breath.

That second arrived and in a frenzy Elizabeth pulled the girl’s head harder into her wet pussy, arching her own head back as she came, gasping as she felt Teri’s lips moving rapidly over her pussy lips, feeling her own juices trickling out of Teri’s mouth and onto her thighs.

The camera panned back to the couch where Hilary was still fucking Keri who was still struggling, although with less and less strength. In between thrusts, Hilary was panting into Keri’s ear.

“Like it, slut? Like being fucked by us? You’ll be doing this alot for us, better get used to it, slut. How’s your ass? It looked real hot when you were dancing for us, how about I fuck that too?”

Hilary knelt up suddenly, ripping her strap-on out of her victim. She stood up quickly.

“Turn her over, I want her ass.” She said in a breathless voice.

Keri started to scream and struggle again as the women effortlessly pulled her onto her side and then onto her front and again spread her legs. Hilary slipped one arm under Keri’s waist and lifted her up a few inches and pushed a cushion under the girl’s hips forcing her small, tight ass into the air. Then she climbed back onto the couch and knelt between Keri’s slender thighs.

Keri was still futilely struggling against the women holding her; Hilary stared transfixed for a few seconds as Keri’s ass moved deliciously in front of her. Then she slipped one hand under the girl’s waist to steady her target as she leant forward to press the tip of the strap-on against Keri’s tight, virgin hole.

The camera had moved around in front of Keri now and was watching the girl’s tearful face. She screwed her face up in agony and let out a low, long scream. Missy knew that Hilary had forced her strap-on into Keri’s anus. The girl shook her head in pain as she cried and tried again to struggle free, but rapidly even her struggles ceased as Hilary began to press her body onto Keri’s back, pushing her down against the couch. Soon the only movement in Keri’s body was from the thrusts of Hilary’s hips as she brutally sodomised the innocent teenager.

The camera panned back to Teri who was now naked and on her back on the floor, a woman in her late 40’s was straddling her head with her thighs and was pulling her face up onto her pussy with one hand, while her other stroked her own breasts.

All the women could be seen now undressing, some were stepping into strap-on’s and were waiting in line behind Hilary as casually as if they were waiting for a bus. The rest were waiting to make use of Teri’s tongue, some were gently fingering their pussies as they waited, keeping their state of excitement high.

The video seemed to go on and on showing the brutal indignities inflicted on the twins. Keri was flipped onto her back and raped again and again; her head was pushed over the arm of the couch so as each woman finished fucking her they could move round and force her to suck their strap-on’s clean even as the next woman was raping her.

Teri’s mouth was put to use on pussy after pussy, then breast after breast, some of the women would straddle her face, others would lie on one of the couches and Teri’s face was forced between their legs. Occasionally the camera would zoom in on the twins during their abuse. Teri’s face was smeared in pussy juice, her eyes puffy with tears, her nose and chin glistening. Her breasts showed pinch marks and when she was turned around for the camera Missy could see hand-prints on her ass where the women had slapped her if they didn’t think she was moving fast enough.

The camera zoomed in between Keri’s thighs, a combination of sweat and pussy juices had removed almost all of the hymen blood. Her pussy lips looked red and sore, her red pubic hair matted with sweat and pussy juice.

Eventually, when everyone had abused the twins to their hearts content, the women drifted back to the couches, grinning euphorically and panting a bit breathlessly, showing no concern for the two girls. Teri was curled up on the floor, crying hysterically. Keri crawled over to her and placed her arms around her to try and reassure her, but this had no effect on her and really only served to make Keri burst into tears too.

The women watched the scene with detached amusement; the misery and degradation they’d inflicted on the helpless teenagers simply didn’t bother them at all.

Missy felt Jenny’s hands pressing on her breasts and her breath on her ear.

“God, isn’t Elizabeth so imaginative; now you’ll see why only one of the girl’s was fucked and the other had to give oral.

Back on the screen Hilary was looking at Elizabeth who nodded back, Hilary then got up and walked towards the crying girls, Keri looked up with terrified apprehension as she approached.

“Right, slut.” Hilary began. “That was not bad for a first attempt at being a lezzy fuck slut, but now we’ve got a proposition for you. Want to hear it?”

Keri looked at her blankly, but stopped crying for the moment.

“We’ve always wanted to see a bit of lezzy incest, so the proposition is this: put on a strap-on and fuck your sister here. What do you say, slut?”

Teri, still lying curled up, wailed even louder at hearing this, and Keri recoiled as if she’d been slapped.

“No way, I won’t.” she sobbed.

Hilary smiled at her. “We thought you’d say that. But let me put it this way. Either you fuck your sister, or we all take turns fucking you and her in the ass for the next 3 hours. So what do you say now?”

Keri’s jaw dropped open; her revulsion at the suggestion was battling with the knowledge that Hilary definitely meant it.

From the women someone shouted out “Say no, honey, don’t give in to her. I want to fuck both your asses.” This made everyone burst out laughing, and others joined in urging her to defy Hilary. Keri’s face showed all the emotions running through her: anger, despair, fear, shame and disgust. She looked up at Hilary through her tears and summoned up one last bit of defiance.

“If I did that, how do I know you wouldn’t fuck us both afterwards anyway?” She sniffled in a miserable tone.

Hilary considered the question, a broad grin on her face. “Well, slut, you wouldn’t know. But I do know what will definitely happen if you do say no, so I guess you don’t really have a choice.” She bent over slightly to grip Keri by the arm and pulled her to her feet and, despite the protests and foot-dragging pulled the reluctant teenager towards the gang of women.

“Ok, she’s said yes. Can we have a strap-on for this slut please? And can a couple of you put the other slut on one of the couches, please?”

Gleefully 3 of the women scooted over to Teri and unceremoniously dragged the crying girl to her feet and propelled her towards an empty couch all the while reminding her in malicious detail of her fate.

“Lucky slut, gonna get fucked by her own sister. Bet you can’t wait, huh?”

Teri’s renewed sobs and pleas for mercy only seemed to amuse the women all the more as they pushed her down on her back onto the couch, holding her arms above her head and her legs apart.

Meanwhile one of the women had slipped of her strap-on and eager hands were tightening it onto Keri. The straps needed quite a bit of adjusting for the teenager’s much slimmer waist but the women were well practiced in putting these things on and very swiftly Keri was the ashamed owner of a synthetic dick. She stared down at it almost in disbelief, shaking her head and crying.

Before she could do anything else she was dragged across the room and pushed onto the couch so she was kneeling between her sister’s legs.

The twins looked at each other; one fearful, the other sorrowful. Teri shook her head, tearfully begging her sister to stop and for one second it looked as if Keri was going to refuse to go through with it, but then Hilary stepped forward and grabbed her red hair and shook her head sharply.

“Just fuck her.” She snarled as she pushed the struggling teenager down on top of her sister so that their faces were only inches apart, their breasts pressing together. “Kiss her first.”

Hilary pushed Keri’s face down onto Teri’s so that their mouths met although their lips stayed firmly shut. The older woman slapped Keri’s ass with her free hand and in a matter of fact voice ordered the girls to open their mouths.

There were murmurs of approval as the twins opened their lips and started to kiss, Hilary meanwhile slipped a hand under Keri’s waist and fiddled the tip of the strap-on into position against Teri’s pussy.

“Right, sluts, start fucking.” She ordered to cheers and whoops from the women crowded around the couch. “And keep kissing, let’s see those tongues go.”

At first Keri simply lay on top of her sister not moving at all until one of the women brought a crop down on her ass which made her jiggle.

“Last warning, slut. Get on with it, or else.” Hilary ordered wearily but with enough menace in her voice to remind Keri of the alternative. Her hand then pressed down onto Keri’s ass forcing her to penetrate her sister.

Teri broke away from the kiss to scream as she felt her sister forcing her way inside her but Hilary pushed Keri’s mouth back onto hers.

“Fuck her, fuck her.” Hilary repeated, her voice showing how aroused she was. Other voices picked up the words until all the women were chanting it and various hands were slapping at Keri’s ass until she started to move her hips up and down, raping her sister at the women’s command.

Teri’s face was screwed up in agony as her sister continued to fuck and kiss her, Keri’s mouth held tightly in place by Hilary and the thrusts of her hips were controlled by various women; as soon as she seemed to slow the speed of her fucking hands or a crop would slap her ass until she was back to speed.

Both girls were crying uncontrollably by this point, Keri’s tears falling onto the face of her sister to mix with hers but they received no mercy from their tormentors. Elizabeth appeared from the group of women and climbed onto the couch between Keri’s legs, she leant forward one hand guiding the tip of her strap-on towards the girl’s ass hole.

For a second Elizabeth pressed down on Keri’s ass, pushing her deeper into her sister but halting her thrusts. With her target now stationary Elizabeth pressed her thick, plastic dick into Keri’s tight ass making the girl break her sister’s kiss and scream loudly as the older woman gleefully sodomised her, her waist pressing down on Keri’s ass, her thrusts transmitting themselves right on into Teri’s abused pussy.

So the video went on, the twins were abused and raped until both were only semi-conscious and then they were finally left alone.

Missy felt Jenny pressing her pussy against her ass as she kissed the girl’s neck.

“Watch this next bit carefully, slut, you’ll learn a lot from it. You saw the way Keri was screaming and struggling as she was raped? This is her 3 months later.”

As Jenny was whispering this into Missy’s ear the screen blanked for a second as the scene changed. The setting was a smaller room, again with the curtains drawn. 5 women were sitting in a rough circle and once more Missy didn’t recognize any of them, making her wonder how many were involved in this depraved trade.

The women were sitting patiently as if waiting for something or, as Missy guessed with a sickening feeling in her stomach, someone.

The door opened and a woman Missy recognized from the tape of the twin’s rape entered, followed a second later by one of the twins.

Keri was naked and all fours, around her neck was a collar like a dog might wear. Her owner was leading her with a dog chain as if she was a pet. The girl looked older, although if Jenny was telling the truth only 3 months had passed, and Missy could only guess at the depths of sexual abuse she must have endured in that time to produce the resigned look on her face.

Her owner led her into the circle and Missy noticed that Keri’s expression never changed even when the women started making obscene comments about her.

Keri crawled obediently behind her mistress until she was directly in front of one of the women.

“You may speak, slave.” Her owner brusquely told her.

The girl turned her head towards the woman and, in a young voice which betrayed absolutely no emotion, said. “I am Mistress Judy’s slut; I am here to be your fuck-toy. Would you like to fuck my pussy or ass, Miss?”

The woman grinned with childish pleasure at the words and clapped her hands together.

“Hmmm, well, fuck-toy, I think I’ll fuck your little pussy.”

As she said this she half rose, half slid off the chair and knelt behind the chained slave. She hitched her skirt up around her waist revealing a strap-on dildo around her waist. Placing one hand on the girl’s hips she guided the shaft of the strap-on into her pussy with the other. The camera showed Keri’s face as the woman buried her strap-on deep inside her; apart from a slight biting of her lip the chained slave gave no outward display of emotion or pain.

The woman’s thrusts started to speed up, her hips slapping against Keri’s ass as she pushed herself as deep as she could into the captive, one hand clenching on the girl’s hips, nails digging into the young flesh, the other hand gripping her red hair tightly and pulling Keri’s head back.

Missy felt Jenny’s hot breath on her ear as her owner whispered to her. “See what a good slave she’s become; that is how you’ll be soon. No more resisting us.”

As she said these words Jenny’s hand slid back down between Missy’s legs and started to violate her slut with the vibrator. She was clearly getting very aroused by the scenes on the video tape.

On the screen Missy could see the woman fucking Keri was getting close to orgasm, she had pulled the girl’s head right back, making Keri clench her eyes shut in pain, yet still the slave made no sound as her pussy was brutally fucked by the older woman.

The woman’s eyes shut as she threw her head back and came, she hissed through her teeth as she pressed herself against Keri’s ass and held her plastic dick right inside the young girl.

She slowly pulled herself out if Keri’s abused pussy and gave her a light slap on her ass to show she was finished with her.

“Thank you for fucking me, Miss.” Keri told her in the same measured tone she’d used earlier, and then she was led to the next woman.

“I am Mistress Judy’s slut; I am here to be your fuck-toy. Would you like to fuck my pussy or ass, Miss?”

The woman, a slightly overweight blonde, with close cropped hair looked down excitedly at the school-age girl offering her body to her.

“I think I’d like to fuck your ass, you worthless whore, but I’d like to give it a hard spanking first.”

At this Keri stood up and laid herself over the woman’s lap, she did this very smoothly with no hint of hesitation or reluctance. Missy’s felt a stab of despair in her stomach as she saw how completely Keri had been broken; she also saw, when the camera zoomed in momentarily, the clamps attached to the girl’s small nipples, and various red welts on her young breasts.

The blonde woman rested her hands on Keri’s ass and started to maul and knead the cheeks, twisting the flesh and viciously pinching the tender inside of the girl’s thighs, raking her nails along the backs of her legs, slipping fingers inside her pussy, all of which the captive girl passively accepted with only a few low moans.

Without any warning the woman suddenly drew back her hand and landed a mighty slap on Keri’s abused ass, then another, then another. Each blow producing a sort of low grunt from the young girl but otherwise she showed no reaction.

Whether it was this passivity, or whether the blonde woman was naturally like this, was impossible to tell from the video, but she seemed to lose all control and rained down blow after blow on Keri’s defenseless ass, sometimes even using both hands as if the slightest hint of white, unmarked flesh was a personal affront to her.

The camera moved round from Keri’s reddening ass to her face, her eyes dully acknowledged the camera, silently pleading for release. But whoever was filming had only moved so they could film the tears on her face.

“Wow.” A disembodied voice said. “She’s really feeling this.”

The blonde woman laughed through her heavy breathing.

“Little bitch won’t sit down for a week after this.” She muttered as her hand continued to rain hard slaps on the girl’s cute ass.

Abruptly she stopped and nodded at the girl’s owner who jerked the dog-lead to indicate Keri should get off the woman’s lap and take position on the floor so she could be sodomised.

Jenny pushed the vibrator deeper into Missy’s pussy as they watched the blonde woman step out of her skirt and kneel behind Keri. Jenny was deliberately circling the tip of the vibrator on Missy’s clit as the older woman pushed the tip of her strap-on against Keri’s tight ass-hole.

“Come for me, slut, show me how much you’re loving this.” Jenny cooed into Missy’s ear as she pulled on one of her nipples with her other hand.

Missy’s eyes misted over as she watched the blonde grip Keri’s neck through her red hair and force her head down towards the carpet as she started to force her strap-on into her ass.

Keri gave a long, low moan and Missy realised she was being dry-fucked and she knew how much that hurt.

The tears were starting to trickle down her face now as her helplessness hit home. On the screen Keri was shaking her head in pain as the blonde woman raped her ass with relish; deep inside Missy she could feel Jenny’s vibrator and fingers starting to tease an orgasm out of her. Jenny knew she had her where she wanted her; she waggled the vibrating tip all over and around Missy’s clit, urging it to betray her.

The blonde woman now had a snarl on her face as she pushed in and out of the young girl, grabbing her red hair and pulling her upwards so suddenly that Keri struggled to get her arms to support her.

Missy felt one of her nipples being pulled and rolled exquisitely slowly by Jenny’s fingers as the first tremor of her orgasm flashed through her.

Jenny felt the movement and laughed.

“See slut, you love to see her being raped, don’t you?”

Missy cried and shook her head slightly as she came, on screen Keri’s face was tear streaked and twisted in agony as the blonde woman came, burying her face in the girl’s red hair, her hips pressed hard against Keri’s ass, feeling the flesh glow from the spanking she’d given.

Missy wept silently as her body shook, her sensitive pussy unable to sooth itself as Jenny kept the vibrator working on her clit.

On the TV Keri, her eyes puffy and red was being led to the next woman and despite Jenny’s warning about the consequences of not watching Missy couldn’t bear to see the girl abused again and closed her eyes.

A jolt of pain shot through her as Jenny viciously twisted her nipple.

“Watch the fucking TV, slut.” Jenny hissed, her voice menacing and low.

For the next 20 minutes Missy was kept on the edge of another orgasm by Jenny’s skilful handling of the vibrator, and all the while the school-girl and her owner watched Keri ask each of the women on the TV to rape her.

“That’s how you will be when I’ve finished training you, slut.” Jenny told her, laughing. “Asking to be fucked by my friends and saying thank you afterwards like a good slut.”

Missy felt sick inside; she had no doubt Jenny meant every word.

The TV went blank for a split second before a few seconds of jerky camera work gave way to a shot of a naked girl. She looked young, as all the victims on the tape seemed to be; about 15 or 16 and like Missy had a sort of olive complexion and large, firm breasts. She was tied to an X-shaped, wall mounted board and was totally naked apart from a leather hood over her head with a the zipper covering her mouth open.

From off-camera someone shouted “Slut”, and the girl’s head jerked up and looked around blindly. Into shot walked a woman wearing just stockings and suspenders, she turned round and grinned at the camera and Missy immediately recognized her former teacher Miss. Bailey.

“Time for some titty torture, slut.” Miss Bailey announced in a matter of fact voice as she walked towards the pinned girl.

The girl thrashed about on her board against her bindings, shaking her head from side to side and screaming.

“No, no, please God, no, please, please.”

Missy knew the voice. It hit her like a hammer, she knew the voice. Her head jerked up off the mattress, her eyes fixed on the screen looking for some other clue as to the girl’s identity; because try as she might she couldn’t put a name to the voice.

Jenny sensed something had happened by Missy’s reaction. She moved the vibrator about inside her slut and pinched her nipples.

“Mmmmm, slut, a friend of yours?”

Missy winced as the fake cock pushed her abused, sensitive pussy lips apart again.

“Who is she? I know her.”

Jenny kissed her ear and neck as her fingers pulled and twisted Missy’s sore nipple.

“Don’t worry; I’m sure we can arrange for you to meet her.” She buried her face in Missy’s hair as she ground her pussy against Missy’s ass, her wetness smearing itself over the young girl’s ass-cheeks.

Missy was transfixed by the scene on the TV now; she watched as Miss. Bailey cupped the girl’s breasts in her hands; Missy could hear her teacher murmuring appreciatively as she gently squeezed and kneaded the firm, young flesh.

“Wow, slut, your titties are so fucking big, I always wondered what they looked like under your stupid clothes.” Miss. Bailey mentioned in passing as her fingers began to slowly stroke the captive’s small, light brown nipples making the girl weep in despair. “What gorgeous nipps, too. Oh, my, I simply have to see how they taste.”

With that Miss. Bailey lowered her head to the girl’s chest and, opening her mouth, flicked her tongue lightly over the top of the small nipples, circling each one in turn, licking the dark aureole before sucking like a baby.

The captive girl moaned through her mask making Miss. Bailey take her mouth from the girl’s breast for a second, a small string of saliva still connecting her lips to the nipple.

“Thought you’d like that, slut, I could feel your nippy getting excited.” She laughed. “Do you like me sucking on your big titties?”

With that she renewed her licking and sucking of the mystery girl’s breasts, but every time she started to suck one nipple she was pulling it outwards, opening her lips to show the small button size nipple clamped firmly between her teeth. As she pulled she shook her head like a terrier shaking a rat, making the restrained girl scream loudly.

Missy could see Miss. Bailey’s right hand slip between the girl’s legs and briefly cup her pussy, before starting to rub it, increasing the speed of her hand as she increased the speed of her biting and pulling of the girl’s breasts.

Miss. Bailey pushed two of her fingers into the girl as she bit hard on one of her firm breasts producing an ear splitting shriek from her victim which made the teacher look up.

“Fucking bitch.” She muttered and, grabbing the girl’s leather hood, drew the zipper across the mouth immediately muffling the girl’s garbled protests.

Missy started to cry again, she could only guess the agony the girl was going through inside the leather mask; the intensity of the darkness made worse by the heat of her own breath, the muffled sounds as Miss. Bailey slowly and crudely explained how she was going to attach a couple of clamps to ‘your huge fucking titties.’

The teacher resumed her abuse of the girl’s nipples, alternating kissing and biting them, pulling them as far as they’d go one minute, gently licking and rolling her tongue around them the next. And all the while her fingers were moving inside the girl’s pussy. Missy knew it was only a matter of time before the girl’s clit betrayed her just as her own clit had betrayed her.

The speed of Miss. Baileys movements increased as her own orgasm approached and as it did she pushed herself hard against the girl, her mouth clamped wide on one of her breasts, her two fingers pushed as far as she could manage inside her. The girl’s screams had by now become a series of low, muffled sobs.

Miss. Bailey pressed herself against the sobbing captive for a few seconds before stepping back and unzipped the mouth of the leather mask. As the girl gulped at the cold air Miss. Bailey roughly smeared her lips with her own juices snarling at her as she did so.

“See how wet I can make you, bitch.” Pushing her fingers inside the girl’s mouth she ordered her to lick her fingers clean, twisting a nipple with her other hand to emphasize the demand.

Missy felt Jenny’s tongue flicking over her ear, as the hand of her mistress reached round to grab one of her breasts, squeezing it tightly, her sharp nails digging into Missy’s olive flesh.

“Mmmmm, slut, what gorgeous breasts you have, I don’t want you getting jealous that I might prefer the titties of that stupid slut we just watched. I wonder if your little sister has nice tits and dark brown nipples just like you, perhaps you get them from your Mom.” She twisted Missy’s nipple between her finger and thumb. “Maybe I’ll find out one day.”

The screen faded to black again, before suddenly coming back to life. This was different, though, the video was shaky and not well lit, and it just seemed to be a clip of some trees.

“You’ll like this bit especially.” Jenny whispered in her ear as her fingers gently teased Missy’s nipple. “Mmmm, your nipples are enjoying this, aren’t they?”

Missy wept again, this time in shame, because it was true; they had responded to Jenny’s fingers even though she’d tried to fight it.

“Oh, God, no.” Missy thought. “These perverts were changing her.”

Something on the screen caught her eye, whoever was behind the camera had finally found what they’d been panning around for and it rapidly zoomed in on it.

The person was filming an ordinary suburban back-yard, or more correctly they were filming a group of teen-age girls in a swimming pool. One of the girls was climbing out of the pool, her hair flat and wet down to her shoulders, her light olive tan skin shinning against the bright sunshine,  her bikini bottoms had turned almost sheer with the water and her nice, young, firm ass was very visible. The woman behind the camera started to give a commentary.

“Yesss, show your ass to your future mistress, can’t wait to have it over my lap.”

Missy felt like a hand had gripped her stomach and was starting to squeeze it, for the second time on the tape she recognized a voice, it couldn’t be, could it?

She started to get very animated, bucking and writhing against Jenny’s grip. She knew the woman who was filming this young girl and drooling over her as she did so.

“Shhhh, slut.” Jenny laughed gently, hugging her tightly. “Watch this.”

The voice on the tape continued the commentary. “Come on, baby, turn around, show your future owner your precious little titties.”

The young girl reached the top of the ladder, the rivulets of water poured down her back and legs. She turned around as if to jump back in.

Missy felt the hand on her stomach clench very hard.

The girl was her 13 year old sister.

“Yea, little slut, shake your titties for me.” The voice carried on, a little breathlessly as Missy watched her sister take a short run up before jumping back into the pool, her breasts shaking as if in response to the commentary. The camera zoomed in on her breasts in mid-air as they wobbled against the flimsy wet material of the bikini. The shot froze; all Missy could see were her sister’s breasts.

Jenny held her very tightly as Missy thrashed about on the bed, screaming and yelling.

“Stop it slut, do you want this shoved up your ass?” She shouted into Missy’s ear to try and calm her down, pushing the vibrator hard into the girl’s pussy.

The threat had some effect; Missy stopped her bucking, but carried on sobbing. Jenny smiled as she continued to verbally torture the poor girl.

“That’s your little baby Sister Christina, isn’t it?” She sneered. “Mmmmm, she has a gorgeous little body; you can see why she’s a cheerleader. I’d love to play with you both.”

Missy’s eyes were clamped shut by now, but it’s unlikely she could have seen anything for the tears blinding her. Jenny carried on regardless

“We know everything there is to know about your sister, what bus she takes to school, what time she gets home, what days she does her cheerleading practice, and we can take her any time. But know what we’re waiting for?”

Missy shook her head as she wailed.

“It’s a sort of insurance policy; if some smart-ass lawyer gets your dad out on bail, we’ll take her. That way the woman on the tape will get her hands on your sister’s lovely tits and ass, and it will definitely guarantee your dad will go to the chair. Hell, at that point I may as well abduct your mom too, I’m sure she’ll be lonely in that large house.”

With a final flourish Jenny twisted the vibrator inside Missy’s abused pussy making her give a wild squeal of pain.

Through her tears all Missy could see was her sister’s breasts, all she could think of was the woman who wanted to get her hands on them. She was the last person anyone would ever suspect.

                      Missy’s Misfortune pt 6

If Missy had been inclined to be philosophical in her desperate plight she could have produced a huge work on the concept of Time. For her, Time was almost an irrelevance; endlessly locked in a windowless room with no glimpse of daylight for what seemed like ages her existence was measured in terms of the sexual violations Jenny, Mel and the others inflicted on her. And by now these had been so numerous that she simply had no idea what time it was, what day it was, even what month it was. All she could do was wait for the next bout of sexual humiliation.

As always when she brooded on her miserable existence Missy started to cry to herself and it was in that state that Jenny and Mel found her when they suddenly entered the room, not that the young girl’s tears had any effect on the two lecherous women. For them, the sight of a naked, captive, school-girl sobbing on a bed, solely there for their sexual cravings over-rode any sympathy they might have felt.

“Sit up, slut.” Jenny ordered in her harsh voice, and Missy, still snivelling, hurried to obey, and noticing a newspaper in her owner’s hand. Her stomach sank further; a newspaper usually meant they were going to inflict some mental torture on her.

“Right, slut, now I have your full attention. In a few minutes Mel is going to take you for a bath, in the meantime I have a news story you might be interested in.” Jenny said this as she brandished a copy of Missy’s local paper in front of her captive.

Fearfully Missy glanced at the front page and immediately started to sob again. The front page picture was of her Father, handcuffed, being led from what looked like a court building. At least it looked like her Father; his face looked dreadfully bruised and battered, above the photo the headline confirmed it: ‘Murder suspect arraigned, cops launch investigation into prison beating.’

Her eyes clouded with tears Missy turned her head away and refused to read any more. Jenny merely laughed and shrugged as she took the paper back from her sex slave.

“Seeing as you’re too distressed to read it I’ll save you the trouble. It says here; ‘Santino ‘Sonny’ Milano was yesterday arraigned on a charge of the first degree murder of his daughter Melissa, known as Missy, who went missing in July. Mr Milano’s lawyer entered a plea of not-guilty on behalf of his client who was unable to speak on his own behalf due to injuries sustained while in custody. In a separate development the local sheriff’s office announced it would be launching an investigation into the injuries sustained by Mr Milano and have not ruled out criminal charges against State employees. Police also confirmed that although they are certain ‘Missy’ Milano is dead no body has so far been found.”

A wave of black swept over Missy as Jenny gloatingly read the story. Her own Father was being framed for her murder, and was even being beaten up in prison. The black feeling swamped all her thoughts, she felt dead.

“Why can’t you let the police know he’s innocent, he would never hurt me?” She wailed.

Jenny gave a mirthless laugh. “Suits us fine to have him in jail, means no-one’s looking for you, but don’t worry, slut, we won’t let him go to the chair. We’ll need him on the outside when we want to take your sister.”

This reminder that her sister was already under surveillance by these perverts almost broke Missy.

“You sick bitches.” She moaned, but this only made Jenny laugh out loud.

“Oh, slut, you’ll regret those words when I fuck your ass with my biggest strap-on.”

The black wave of despair crushed Missy again and blocked out any sound.

Roughly she was jerked back to reality by Mel grabbing her hair and shoulder.

“I said fucking move, slut.” She snarled as she hauled the naked girl from the bed. “It’s bath time, you ever ignore me again and your days of bathing yourself are over, got it.”

Miserably nodding Missy allowed herself to be dragged from the room and down the hallway, bathing herself was the only dignity left to her and to keep the privilege she was prepared to do virtually anything.

Even on the way to the bathroom, however, she was not spared any humiliation; Mel groped her tits and ass, lewdly telling her how much she was looking forward to Missy eating her out.

Mel’s obscene stream of suggestions was only cut off by their arrival at the open bathroom door.

“You know the drill, slut. I’ll be back for you in half an hour with your towel. Be ready.” Mel reeled off the instructions in a matter of fact, bored voice and then locked the door behind Missy.

Missy would have loved to soak herself for hours in the hot water and bubbles but she could well guess how Mel would punish her if she wasn’t ready on her return. So, reluctantly and prematurely, Missy hauled herself out of the hot cocoon of water and sat shivering on the edge of the bath for Mel to bring the towel.

Missy looked up sullenly as Mel unlocked the door and came into the steam filled bathroom, offering a white hand-towel to Missy. The wet girl took it and started to dry herself, trying hard not to notice Mel leering at her. The size of the towel made it impossible for Missy to cover herself as she dried and so she had to endure Mel’s lustful gaze as she dried her breasts and between her legs.

“Mmmmm, I could watch you do that for hours, slut.” Mel cooed, “But your owner wants to talk to you, so come on”

She forcefully led Missy back down the hallway to her prison and shut the door behind them, taking the small towel from the teenager. Up to this point there was no indication of what the two women had planned but laid out on the bed was her school-girl uniform and the familiar knot of fear tightened in Missy’s stomach. She was being prepared for someone.

Jenny was sitting on a chair against the wall, idly tapping a riding crop against her crossed legs.

“Get dressed slut.” The tapping of the leather crop underlined Jenny’s dry words and Missy knew better than to disobey.

The knot of fear tightened and squeezed some tears of self-pity out of Missy’s eyes as she mechanically moved to the bed and started to dress, slipping the white blouse on, buttoning it over her large breasts. The white material of the blouse, deliberately a size too small for Missy’s full breasts was pushed slightly open by her mounds and her olive skin contrasted with the glaring white cotton. Stepping into the black skirt she pulled it up and fastened it round her waist and, gripping the hem, vainly tried to pull it down further than the few inches would allow.

Very self conscious, Missy stood by the bed staring at the ground, her hands still grasping the hem of her skirt, she heard steps behind her and felt Mel grab her hands and pull them behind her. She gasped instinctively as she felt the cold metal of a pair of handcuffs clamp themselves on her wrists and click shut with a dry rasp.

Her eyes, wild with fear, flashed sideways as Mel rested her head on Missy’s shoulder, her hands lightly gripping the girl’s hips.

“Let’s give a little show for your owner, shall we.” Mel murmured, her hands moving onto the front of Missy’s blouse, her fingers slipping the buttons free.

A rattle from the other side of the room made Missy look up, Jenny had dropped her riding crop and uncrossed her legs. One of her hands was between her stockinged legs as she stared intently as Mel undid Missy’s blouse, opening it to reveal the school-girl’s full olive breasts, their large, dark, nipples in the middle of the teenager’s brown aureoles acted as a homing beacon to Jenny’s lustful gaze.

Mel pressed her body against Missy’s, her hands pulling the girl back against her as her fingers began to stroke Missy’s nipples, almost tenderly, with none of the viciousness that normally accompanied these women’s assaults on her. Missy squirmed back against Mel as the older woman’s expert fingers worked their erotic magic on her nipples.

Jenny uttered a low moan of pleasure and shifted in her seat as her fingers rubbed slowly along her pussy lips to her clit. In front of her an older woman was playing with the tits of a school-girl for her pleasure. She could see Mel’s fingers gently pressing and rolling the girl’s nipples, and the nipples were definitely growing under the doctor’s handling. Jenny’s eyes caught Missy’s distressed gaze and she smirked wickedly as her fingers slipped between her wet pussy lips.

Missy could feel Mel’s breathing getting faster and shallower as she continued to caress the school-girl’s nipples, her free fingers stroking Missy’s large mounds. A tear of despair ran down Missy’s face as she realised her pussy was beginning to respond to Mel’s ministrations. The perverted doctor pressed her self against Missy’s back, the top of her crotch pushing against Missy’s bound hands.

Jenny was close to coming now, she noticed the muscles in Missy’s thighs clenching and she guessed that Mel’s teasing of her breasts was igniting fires in the girl’s pussy. Two of her fingers rubbed over her clit as she thought this and she came, arching back in her chair, a series of strangled gasps escaped her mouth as she rolled her head back.

Mel smiled as she saw Jenny orgasm, immediately she let go of Missy’s nipples; this gentle treatment of a captive teenager was totally against her nature and did nothing for her. Smiling to herself she knew she’d be able to work out her frustration later that day.

Jenny coasted down from her orgasmic high, her breathing returning to normal, her hand slipping from under her skirt.

“Mmmm, thanks honey, you looked fantastic.” She purred to Mel who smiled back in acknowledgement as she started to button up Missy’s blouse. “You staying around this afternoon?”

“Nah,” Mel replied. “Elizabeth’s slave-sitting for Mary-Lou and she’s asked me over to join in the fun.”

Missy felt sickened by the casual way the women discussed the upcoming abuse of some poor unfortunate.

Jenny stood up. “Is the slave the one we were talking about the other day?” and Mel nodded.

“Yep, Mary-Lou’s only away for a few days, she’ll be back for the party.”

Missy’s heart sank again; she knew she’d have a special invite for the ‘party’.

As she finished buttoning Missy’s blouse Mel gently pushed her down so she was sitting on the bed as Jenny walked over. She leant over her slave and lifted her face with her a finger under the girl’s chin.

“Right, slut. In a while a woman is coming to see you. She’s paid a lot of money for you so you’d better let her do whatever she wants to you, understand?”

Once again tears of frustration and humiliation filled Missy’s eyes, she didn’t even need to reply, and Jenny knew that she knew the consequences of not pleasing her client. The word client was totally appropriate now; she was just a lesbian prostitute, whored out to whatever kinky dyke wanted to fuck a genuine school-girl.

Jenny stood up and walked towards the door, she turned to Mel.

“When you see Elizabeth can you ask her is she knows of any breakers in this area, she told me once of one in Montana who guarantees she can break any girl, but she has to have the slave for 3 weeks, and Montana’s a long way away?”

“I think there must be, I know Susie had her slave broken and she certainly didn’t send her away for 3 weeks. You thinking of having her broken?” Mel asked calmly, and once again Missy felt crushed by the way she was talked of in the 3^rd person, as if she wasn’t even in the room.

“Maybe, if she disappoints Joanie I think I will. I’m a bit sick of constantly telling her to be good.” The conversation faded as the women left the room still chatting.

Missy heard the door lock, and she shivered with real fear. What did ‘being broken’ mean? One thing was for sure, it was bound to be unpleasant.

Missy sat there for about 20 minutes, the usual emotions she always felt before these sessions were running through her: fear, humiliation, helplessness, and a total and utter feeling of worthlessness. She knew Jenny, Mel, Miss Bailey, Elizabeth and all the others were right, she was nothing but a worthless whore. Her previous happy life had vanished with her abduction, all she was now was a sex object to a bunch of depraved women, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She glanced at the door in dread as she heard the key move in the lock before it swung open.

“Well, hello there.” A soft voice said.

Missy looked blankly at the speaker. She was a woman in her late 40’s dark short hair over a not pretty, not ugly face. She was wearing a dark blouse and a short denim skirt showing a lot of her slightly overweight legs. In one hand she carried a hold-all; Missy knew only too well what sort of things would be in it.

“My, don’t you look so adorable in your little school uniform.” The woman went on as she shut the door and placed the bag on the floor. She started to walk towards Missy on the bed.

“I’m Joan, by the way.” The woman introduced herself as she got closer, already Missy could tell her breathing was showing a lot of excitement.

Joan was in fact almost in a frenzy of lust already; the mere sight of Missy sitting on the bed in her perverts dream of a school-uniform; her hands tied behind her back making resistance an impossibility had already made her pussy wet. Her darkest fantasy was about to made flesh.

Missy instinctively squirmed away as Joan sat next to her on the bed but suddenly felt the older woman’s arm encircling her waist, pulling her towards her.

“Shhhsssshhh” Joan gently scolded her as her fingers began to pull Missy’s blouse out from her skirt; her finger tips then gently squeezing Missy’s firm, young  flesh.

“How old are you, little slut?” Joan whispered as she softly kissed the terrified girl’s cheek.

“Fif, fifteen, maam.” Missy stammered and felt Joan’s hand squeeze her tighter.

“God, Jenny was right.” Joan gasped, her other hand slowly starting to move up Missy’s bare leg, slipping down between her thighs as her fingers pushed Missy’s short skirt upwards.

“I’ve wanted this for ages.” She panted, her lips close to Missy’s face. “An actual schoolgirl to rape.”

The last word hit Missy like a fist. No matter how many times these perverts raped her the shock and degradation never lessened. She tensed in Joan’s grasp as the realisation that this woman meant her real harm sank in.

The older woman merely gripped her tighter with her encircling arm and forced her other hand between Missy’s clamped thighs, laughing softly, yet showing her increased arousal; like all the women she loved it more when the girls struggled.

“Where do you think you’re going, little slut?” She cooed softly into the terrified school-girl’s ear, “I’m gonna fuck you real good, and there’s nothing you can do about it with your hands tied like that.” She said, needlessly reminding Missy that her hands were cuffed behind her back. “Now, open your fucking legs slut.” This last bit was hissed violently making Missy obey almost instinctively and she felt Joan’s fingers clench and unclench on her inner thigh.

Joan was already incredibly horny; the sensation of having her hand under a school-girl’s skirt, feeling it’s way up a firm, young leg towards her pussy was a fantasy come true for only the second time in her life; but unlike the first time, when she’d trapped a young girl in cubicle in an Museum toilet she wouldn’t be interrupted by the girl’s teacher coming to look for her just as Joan’s fingers had started to rub against the terrified girl’s pussy. No, this time she wouldn’t be stopped; no one was going to stop her molesting and fucking Missy to her heart’s content.

Missy gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt Joan’s finger’s press against the thing fabric of her thong, pushing the wisp of material against and between her pussy lips, she squealed as Joan started to kiss and nuzzle her cheek and tried to struggle free of the older woman’s grasp.

Joan leant her full body weight against Missy, slowly pushing the girl down onto the bed. The fingers under Missy’s skirt were now slipping under her thong, pulling it tightly into Missy’s pussy as Joan continued to rain kisses down on Missy’s face and mouth. Joan’s other hand, now freed from its job of holding Missy gripped the front of the school-girl’s blouse and began to pull at it roughly.

Missy both heard and felt the buttons fly off as her blouse was jerked open; her eyes were clamped tightly shut as Joan’s lips smothered her face and lips; she felt the older woman’s tongue pressing against her lips but for the moment she resolutely refused to let it in.

Joan wasn’t bothered by Missy’s reluctance to return her kiss; she knew she had all the time she wanted and by the end of it Missy would meekly do anything she wanted, in the meantime the girl’s resistance, feeble though it was, merely served to wet her pussy.

She glanced down at Missy’s open blouse and gave an audible gasp of pleasure; she hadn’t expected Missy’s breasts to be so large for her age and to see them, naked and vulnerable so close was pure heaven.

She pushed Missy flat onto her back and ordered her to lie still, she pulled her hand out from between Missy’s legs and propped herself up with one arm either side of Missy’s trembling body. Quickly she pulled the now buttonless blouse to the sides so Missy’s young breasts were totally exposed.

For a minute or two Joan did nothing except gaze in rapture at the school-girl’s breasts, her face, a mix of lust and wonder, contrasting with the fear and humiliation on Missy’s.

The silence was broken only by the breathing of the two females; Joan’s was short and clearly excited whereas Missy’s was an almost sobbing series of pants. Joan’s gaze was totally fixated on Missy’s olive mounds and her large nipples.

“What wonderful titties you have, slut, I can see why Jenny bought you now.” Joan’s praise merely rubbed Missy’s fate in all the more. Slowly the older woman shifted her weight so she could start to stroke Missy’s breasts, slapping Missy’s face as she tried to squirm further into the mattress.

“Do you want me to tell your owner you disobeyed her?” Joan snarled at her, her eyes flashing with anger.

The woman’s hand returned to Missy’s breasts, stroking, kneading, and pinching the firm, young flesh. She gripped one of Missy’s breasts and slowly started to squeeze it, her nails starting to dig into the flesh. The pain shot through Missy and tears filled her eyes as she groaned as she felt Joan’s five nails pressing into her breast made all the more tender from the almost endless abuse she’d suffered since her abduction.

Joan grinned as she saw the pain on Missy’s face. Damn, she thought, if only she’d remembered to bring some nipple clamps. Releasing her grip on Missy’s breast she smiled approvingly to herself as she saw the 5 half moon indentations of her nails on the young girl’s olive toned skin.

The older woman now positioned herself astride Missy, hoisting her skirt up so her pussy was pressed against where the girl’s short skirt had ridden up to the top of her thighs, Joan could now rest her weight on Missy allowing her to play with the girl’s breasts as she pleased.

Very slowly and deliberately Joan took Missy’s nipples between her forefingers and thumbs, she smiled wickedly as she saw the fear in the young girl’s eyes and started to squeeze and twist the nipples and at the same time pull them upwards; her face a mixture of excitement, sadism and lust.

Missy arched her back as best she could under Joan’s weight pressing down on her as her breasts were savagely pulled upwards, she gave a short scream of pain as Joan increased the grip on her sensitive nipples, through her pain she was also aware of dampness on her thighs where Joan’s pussy was pressing down on them.

Joan felt as if her pussy was squeezing pumpkin seeds as she mauled, pulled and pinched the schoolgirl’s breasts, relishing the feel of the soft, olive flesh in her hands, loving the way she could feel Missy’s firm thighs wriggling against her pussy as the captive girl cried and writhed under her.

Giving Missy’s breasts one final, sadistic assault Joan ran her hands upwards over the girl’s chest, slipping inside the fabric of the open blouse, onto Missy’s shoulders. Pinning her down firmly by each shoulder Joan leant down so her face was inches from Missy’s.

Missy’s eyes were clamped shut from the pain of Joan’s maltreatment of her breasts so she was unaware of how close the older woman’s face was until she felt her warm breath on her face causing her to give a short squeal of shock and fear as her eyes snapped open.

Joan fixed her gaze, her face flushed but unsmiling and Missy felt very afraid as she felt the woman’s weight on top of her.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Missy pleaded, looking for some warmth in her molester’s face but finding none.

“But I like to hurt little girls like you.” Joan laughed in a mirthless voice before pressing her mouth onto Missy’s.

Missy tried to turn her head away to avoid Joan’s kiss but was unable to avoid the older woman’s lips covering hers, her tongue slipping inside Missy’s open mouth.

Joan ran her tongue all over the inside of Missy’s mouth, playing with the girl’s own reluctant tongue.

“Little bitch.” Joan thought, “I’ll get her tongue in action soonish.”

Breaking the kiss Joan started to kiss Missy’s face, then down onto her neck and bare chest, giving little kisses all the way onto Missy’s breasts.

Parting her lips Joan took one of Missy’s dark brown nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, flicking the top of it with the tip of her tongue. Opening her mouth wider the older woman took as much of Missy’s breast into her mouth as she could manage.

To Missy’s horror and disgust she could feel her nipple responding to Joan’s tongue, desperately she shook her head from side to side in her helplessness, she tried to think of anything to make her body stop.

Joan could feel Missy’s nipple swelling inside her mouth causing her to smile to herself. Of course, she didn’t really care whether Missy enjoyed the experience or not; she was only here to get raped after all, but the humiliation of Missy having her body betray her was an added turn on.

Momentarily Joan took her mouth from Missy’s full breast.

“Little slut’s enjoying this.” She panted, before taking Missy’s engorged nipple between her teeth and pulling it upwards as far as it would go before letting go. She repeated this, alternating from one breast to the other, sometimes just kissing and sucking the schoolgirl’s nipples and breasts, sometimes biting the firm olive flesh, sometimes biting the nipple so hard Missy screamed loudly in agony and tried to sit up only to be held down by Joan’s hands on her shoulders.

The feeling of Missy’s young body on her lips and the sounds of Missy’s suffering were almost overwhelming Joan, she knew she was close to coming. She sat upright suddenly and with one hand undid the few buttons on her blouse, with the other hand she grabbed Missy by her hair and hauled her into a sitting position.

“Come on, slut.” Joan’s lust was almost making her words incoherent, “Suck my titties.”

She pulled Missy’s face, contorted with pain and fear, close to one of her breasts, twisting Missy’s hair until the girl opened her mouth to scream and then pushed her breast between Missy’s lips.

“Oooohhhhh, yea, mmmm, suck mama’s titties, you fucking slut.” Joan babbled, her head leaning backwards as she felt Missy’s lips on her flesh.

Missy felt the older woman’s breast fill her mouth; the nipple felt enormous on her tongue. Dimly, through her pain, she heard Joan’s order to suck her breasts and she knew enough not to disobey. Very reluctantly she began to play her tongue over the woman’s suffocating mound, she could hear Joan gasping and panting as her tongue flicked over and around the woman’s stiff nipple.

Joan looked down approvingly and the realisation of the situation brought her orgasm closer; she had a real schoolgirl, in a real uniform, by her hair and was making her suck her breasts. This wasn’t a role-playing sub like so many times before, this was the real thing. She felt a preliminary tingle in her wet pussy as she felt Missy’s tears on her breast and her tongue on her nipple.

“Ahhhhhh, yesssss, you little bitch slut, lick it good, ahhhhhhh” Joan’s last words trailed away as she started to come.

Letting go of Missy’s hair she roughly pushed her down onto the bed, quickly straddling her shoulders, the girl’s tear stained face between her thighs, inches from her on fire pussy. Gripping Missy’s hair again she jammed the girl’s mouth against her pussy lips, clamping it in place with her legs. As she came completely she started to ride Missy’s face.

Missy felt as she was suffocating as her mouth was pressed against the woman’s pussy, the pressure from Joan’s thighs on her face was painful enough, but worse was the heavy scent and juices from the woman’s pussy as it ground against her mouth.

She could feel Joan’s juices smearing over her lips and tried as hard as she could to keep her mouth closed but the older woman twisted her hair in a frenzy.

“Lick my pussy, bitch, swallow it.” Joan hissed through her gasps, knowing Missy was trying to avoid letting her come juice into her mouth. Suddenly she felt Missy’s mouth open and her own floodgates opened too.

Missy felt Joan’s thighs tighten their pressure on her face as the woman came into her mouth. Some of Joan’s juices trickled to the back of her throat making her gag instinctively which only served to press her mouth harder against the woman’s pussy which seemed to be made of liquid.

It felt to Missy as if her mouth was totally full of Joan’s juices; some of it was even in her nose which was also pressed hard into the woman’s pussy. Desperately she tried to free her face to gasp some air but any movement was impossible

Instinct now cut in and Missy began to let the woman’s juices down her throat, which only completed the vicious, erotic circle because as Joan felt Missy’s gulping motion the realisation that she’d forced a school-girl to swallow her juices prolonged her orgasm all the more.

Missy tried to breathe, gasping for air but she was held to tightly by Joan’s thighs and pussy and the older woman had no intention of letting her young prey go until she was done, she clenched her legs tighter on Missy’s face as she rose up slightly on her knees one hand playing with her own breast, her words were now just a series of garbled gasps.

Missy felt as if she was suffocating; her face pressed hard into Joan’s wet pussy, her cheeks crushed and sweaty from the woman’s thighs, her mouth seemed full of her juices. Desperately she clenched and unclenched her fists, bound uselessly behind her and tried to thrash her body about in a vain attempt to shift Joan’s superior weight.

But all her struggles were in vain and it was only when Joan’s prolonged orgasm came to a long, slow end that Missy’s face was freed from the woman’s legs, for a second Missy’s face remained stuck to Joan’s pussy until it too broke free.

Joan smiled down at the young girl lying under her hips; Missy’s face was red and glistened with the juices smeared over it, her mouth was wide open, gasping for air. Slowly, but with no tenderness, Joan reached her hand out and stroked Missy’s damp cheek.

“Such a slut, such a fucking slut.” She panted, still coming down from her heights, totally oblivious to Missy’s distress.

Missy was too busy getting fresh air into her lungs while simultaneously trying to cough up the juices that had got into her throat to notice Joan’s words. Not that she’d have cared if she had registered them; she knew to expect twisted compliments from these women, usually as a prelude to further degradations.

As Missy would have feared Joan was already moving on to the next part of her molestation of her school-girl prize; with her body still tingling and trembling slightly she lifted herself of the sobbing and spluttering girl. Kneeling on the bed she pushed and pulled Missy onto the floor making her scream as she did so, and then dragging to her feet by her hair.

Joan now sat on the edge of the bed, her legs apart. She positioned the girl almost between her legs and looked Missy up and down. The girl’s very short skirt showed off most of Missy’s olive, firm legs and the woman lecherously ran her hand under the skirt to feel and squeeze the girl’s ass-cheeks. Missy’s blouse was still hanging loose where Joan had ripped it open earlier and her large, firm breasts, still red and marked from Joan’s earlier abuse of them. The older woman felt a renewed tingle in her pussy as she looked at her handy work and her hand moved up from Missy’s ass to encircle her waist and pulled her towards her in between Joan’s legs.

Missy gave a frightened mewl as she was pulled towards the older woman but otherwise gave no resistance; in the minds of these sick perverts, she knew, girls like her were no more than human rag-dolls to be used and abused at will. So she made no attempt to refuse as Joan dragged her close.

Joan’s mouth made straight for Missy’s breasts, her tongue slowly drawing patterns on the girl’s large nipples and brown aureoles, sucking them between her lips, rolling them from side to side. Turning her eyes upwards so she could  watch Missy’s face she slowly gripped a nipple between her teeth and started to pull it outwards. She kept pulling even after Missy’s nipple was stretched to its limit, clamping Missy once again with her legs to prevent her stepping forward to ease the pain.

To Joan’s perverse pleasure a look of agony swept over Missy’s face as the older woman tightened her grip on the girl’s tender nipple, her lips pressing onto the olive flesh as she began to shake her head from side to side like a terrier until Missy screamed in pain.

“Ahhh, poor baby doesn’t like her titties being sucked?” Joan mocked in a baby-talk voice as she switched her attention to Missy’s other breast and repeated the abuse until the young girl was in floods of tears.

Suddenly the older woman stopped her maltreatment of the school-girl’s breasts and, grabbing her by the waist, spun her 90º and bent her over her knee, holding her there with a hand on the back of her head and with her other leg across the back of Missy’s knees.

Missy gave a low sob as she felt her short skirt being flipped up, and with her eyes staring at the carpet only a few inches away heard Joan murmuring.

“God, why do all you little school-girl sluts have such sexy asses?”

Missy felt the woman’s hand roaming all over her ass, knowing that the flimsy black thong Jenny made her wear left nothing to Joan’s imagination, she felt fingers slipping between her thighs and tried desperately to clamp them shut only to receive a sharp slap to remind her of her situation.

Joan gazed enraptured at Missy’s ass, she traced the faint outline of a few marks left over from a previous whipping, her nails trailing along the fading red marks.  Roughly she forced her two fingers between Missy’s thighs vigorously rubbing the girl’s pussy through the flimsy material of her thong. Deftly she hooked the fingers under the black fabric and pulled it back making it vanish between Missy’s pussy lips producing another yelp of pain from the abused girl.

Joan moved her fingers along the full length of the thong for a few times gradually increasing the pull on it, twisting it so the material was forced deeper between the girl’s labia. She seemed fascinated by the contrast of the black thong and the pinkness of Missy’s pussy as the wisp of material rolled one way and another.

Missy clenched her teeth to restrain her cries as the pain in her pussy increased until suddenly Joan yanked the thong swiftly to one side, and with a slight tearing sound, ripped it off completely.

“Does my little school-girl want a spanking now?” Joan asked her voice slightly breathless and trembling. Missy gave no reply, save for a fearful gulp.

Joan’s tone now adopted a slight of irritation. “Do you want me tell your owner that you didn’t give me my moneys worth? Now, you fucking worthless piece of shit, tell me you want me to spank you?”

This reminder of how she was now little more than a prostitute to these women was one of the most humiliating things for Missy, but she knew that if Jenny found out Joan was displeased with her in any way the consequences would be long and painful. In a small, crushed voice she whispered.

“Please spank me.”

“Well, slut, if you insist.” Joan chuckled and raised her hand.

The first slap was hard but not unbearable, merely making Missy grunt, but making Joan purr approvingly at the sight of her hand print on Missy’s flesh momentarily.

The next few were appreciatively harder and Missy gave a low sob as her body jerked with each blow, Joan soon settled into a rhythm, almost hypnotised by the little jerks Missy’s ass gave as each blow landed but spreading the smacks so very soon the girl’s skin was mottled red.

Missy was now wailing very loudly and trying to kick her legs about but Joan kept a very tight grip on the struggling teenager throughout her assault on her ass. Of all the spankings Missy had received since her enslavement this was the hardest; the woman seemed to have hands of concrete.

Joan was now once again close to an orgasm as she stared grimly at Missy’s reddening ass jiggling on her lap. She rounded off her punishment of the teenager with a few hard slaps on Missy’s smooth legs, relishing the new outburst of weeping this produced. Time to fuck this little slut, she thought.

Abruptly ending Missy’s torture she brusquely helped the crying school-girl to her feet, moving her round as she stood up before pushing her down onto the bed on her back.

Missy’s tear stained, red face made no impression on Joan, the older woman was fired up now and only had one thought; Missy’s total sexual humiliation.

“Stay like that.” Joan hissed, her voice betraying her mounting excitement, but the tone allowed no argument and Missy stayed motionless in fear, though she had a sickening feeling as to what was coming next.

Joan started to undress rapidly, shedding the few clothes she was wearing as she moved to her bag and retrieved her strap-on. She walked back to the bed and stepped into its harness; while she buckled it up she spoke in short bursts.

“Know what this is, slut?”

“This is my fuck-buddy.”

“I use it on little sluts like you.”

She poured some sort of oil onto it and gripped the black nylon shaft in one hand and spread the liquid up and down in front of Missy’s apprehensive gaze until the synthetic, black, cock glistened.

“Looks big doesn’t it?”

“Gonna get it all inside you now slut.”

Joan took a long look at Missy lying passively on the bed; she had kept the girl in her school-uniform just for this scene and she lustfully took it all in: Missy’s blouse was open showing her abused breasts and her short, pleated skirt was rucked up around her waist showing her pussy.

“Mmmmmm, slut. I’m going to enjoy this.” Joan murmured as she climbed onto the bed and parted Missy’s knees, pulling her thighs apart.

“Please, please don’t do this.” Missy sobbed as Joan leant over her one hand supporting her weight as the other positioned the tip of the strap-on against Missy’s pussy.

Joan chuckled and shook her head. “Gonna fuck you good, little slut. But there’s one thing I want you to do. Keep your eyes open as I fuck you. Do that and I won’t fuck you in the ass. Understand?”

Missy shivered and nodded, although normally she shut her eyes when these sick bitches fucked her keeping her eyes open seemed a fair exchange for not being anally raped.

She still cried out as Joan slid the strap-on inside her and rocked her head back, but kept her eyes open as the older woman eased herself into her inch by inch, deliberately slowly, draping herself with equal deliberateness over her captive.

Missy bit her tongue as the greased phallus pushed deep inside her, spreading her pussy lips as it slid in almost to the point where she felt she would split. Gradually Joan lowered her weight onto Missy’s slender body, her breasts pressing against Missy’s abused nipples until she was fully inside the school-girl and her face was inches from hers.

She lay on top of the teenager like that for a minute or so, occasionally moving her hips from side to side to waggle the strap-on inside her prey, all the time her eyes were fixed on Missy’s which were beginning to fill with tears again.

Slowly the older woman drew herself out of the anguished school-girl and paused.

“Keep your fucking eyes open slut.” She panted and thrust herself back in violently making Missy groan loudly and move about under her in a way the older woman found fantastically erotic.

Joan now started to fuck Missy rapidly, in and out in fast, rough actions, all the time keeping her eyes locked on the terrified girl’s, gleefully watching how each of her thrusts made the girl’s slight frame judder.

Missy stared up into Joan’s face, but the older woman’s eyes held none of the tenderness a lover should, it contained a mixture of lust and dominance. Each slap of the woman’s hips against Missy’s drove a half grunt half sob from the young girl, and each thrust made her pussy ache.

The tears in Missy’s fearful eyes were now pushing Joan towards the edge of an orgasm, the backwards pressure on her clit from the strap-on drove her over it. She broke her stare and threw her head back, hissing her words through her teeth.

“Shit, yes, yes, yes, yesssssssssssssssss” As with one last thrust she came.

And kept coming, it was a deep orgasm, deeper than her previous one and as she shuddered and gasped she knew what she had to do. Still shaking, she pulled herself out of Missy making the young girl scream again; hurriedly she moved from between Missy’s legs and rolled the wailing girl onto her front.

With a sickening sensation Missy guessed what was about to happen. Joan slipped one arm under Missy’s waist and hoisted her ass up.

“Noooo,” Missy screamed, “you said you wouldn’t, you said you wouldn’t” her voice rising in fear as she felt Joan press the head of the strap-on against her ass-hole before her head was pushed down into the mattress.

“Shut up slut, how you going to stop me?” The woman panted as she pressed the glistening tip of her plastic dick against Missy’s tight hole with one hand while pressing down on Missy’s neck with the other.

Now Missy really struggled, given strength by the sheer injustice of it; she had kept her part of the bargain, she’d looked the bitch in the eye as she was fucked but the older woman had welched on the deal. It was wrong.

It was also futile. With her hands bound behind her she couldn’t hope to succeed. Especially when Joan leant on her back, her weight crushing Missy’s resistance. The brief fight put up by her school-girl victim only made Joan’s orgasm more intense, she loved the feeling of Missy struggling underneath her, the sounds of her screams muffled by the mattress, the sensation of the strap-on pressing hard on her clit as she pressed it hard against Missy’s tight ass-hole.

The next few minutes were the greatest sexual moments of Joan’s entire life; slowly she opened up Missy’s ass and forced her strap-on inside. Missy’s screaming became hysterical as she felt like her anus was actually splitting. With her strap-on embedded within the young girl, Joan was able to use her free hand to slip under Missy and start to pinch and squeeze the school-girl’s breasts, digging her nails into the flesh, pulling the nipples, twisting them, pinching them viciously as the most intense orgasm of her life devoured her.

Missy was still sobbing and screaming incoherently, her ass felt as if it was on her fire and Joan was inflicting severe pain on her breasts, slowly she sank down onto the mattress under the weight of the older woman whose short breaths she soon felt on her ear.

“Fucking slut loves to get fucked up the ass. Love to fuck you girls up your sexy ass, Fuck, yessssssss. Love it when you try and stop me. Little ass-whore.”

Missy merely shook her head from side to side, how much longer would this life of sexual abuse go on?

With no tenderness Joan slipped her strap-on from Missy’s ass and eased herself off her victim. Missy curled herself into a ball and cried as Joan walked to her bag to retrieve a towel and wiped the shaft of her strap-on. She glanced back at Missy on the bed who was repeating the same phrase over and over through her tears.

“You said you wouldn’t, you said you wouldn’t.”

Joan scowled as she took off her strap-on. “Fucking little slut,” she thought. Then, as she put the discarded strap-on in her bag she noticed a toy she’d nearly forgotten. “I’ll shut the little bitch up”

Grabbing her toy Joan bounded to the bed and grabbed Missy’s hair making her scream hysterically again. Before Missy could do anything else she felt a rubber stub pushed into her mouth, she was rolled onto her side and she felt Joan fastening a buckle behind her head. She opened her eyes and realised she was wearing a dildo gag; her screams were now muffled but had no less intensity.

Joan squatted above Missy’s face, she didn’t care that Missy’s eyes were tight shut now, or that the girl was still screaming hysterically. Missy’s face was about to fuck her.

She gripped the shaft to steady it as Missy moved her head from side to side and lowered her still wet pussy onto the shaft, slowly she eased it inside her until her crotch was right on Missy’s face and Missy could smell how much her rape had aroused Joan.

“Mmmmmmm,” Joan cooed as she gripped the headboard with both hands and started to lift herself up and down on Missy’s phallic gag smoothly and slowly until she came again, grinding her crotch down onto Missy’s face as she did.

Finally spent Joan climbed off her prey and started to dress watching the abused and sobbing school-girl as she did a very satisfied smirk on her lips. Once dressed she picked up her mobile and dialled a number.

“Jenny, hi, it’s Joanie. Yep, all finished, God, she is just unbelievable, thank you so much for letting me do her. Yep, no problem, shall I leave the money with her? Ok. By the way, I’ve left one of my toys in place if you want a bit of fun with her. Ok, I’m on my way down now. Love you.”

Joan picked up her bag and rummaged in it for something before walking to the bed and throwing a collection of $20 dollar bills over Missy, smiling as she sneered.

“There you go slut, guess you earned that for your owner.”

Then she was gone, locking the door as she went, leaving a sobbing Missy lying on the bed staring at a rubber cock attached to her face covered in Joan’s juices. At the tip of the phallus President Jackson stared back at her from his numerous faces. She tried to breathe calmly through her nose despite her sobs, dreading what Jenny would do when she came up.

She shifted onto her back but found that 2 holes cunningly placed in the mouthpiece of the dildo-gag allowed a trickle of Joan’s juice to enter her mouth and she spluttered and coughed as best she could to stop it slipping down her throat. She rolled onto her side again wishing, as she did so often lately, she was dead.

Maybe half an hour later, the door unlocked and Jenny and Joan entered, both carrying glasses of wine. The two women sat on the bed either side of the curled up Missy and ostentatiously clinked their glasses together over their victim.

Idly Jenny gathered up the scattered $20 bills, gently cooing her approval to the distraught school-girl.

“Slut must have been very good, Joanie’s even tipped you.”

“She was worth every damn cent, Jenny, I’m still horny now.” Joan confirmed with a satisfied grin.

“Well, we’ve got all afternoon, let’s finish our wine first.” Jenny replied, her hand now stroking Missy’s dildo-gag. “Mmmmm, I could use this right now though, I’ve got all horny myself seeing slut like this.”

Missy moaned and gurgled behind the gag until Jenny leant over and gave her a sharp smack on her already sore ass.

“Shut up, slut, speak when you’re spoken to. Now Joanie, tell me how you got into all this.”

“Well,” the dark haired woman replied. “From what I understand, I got here the same way your slut did.”

Jenny looked quizzical for a second.

“I mean Chrissy, slut’s old teacher. It’s quite a story.”

“Do tell.” Jenny encouraged her, re-filling both glasses from the bottle Joan was carrying.

“Yes, Chrissy introduced me to all this, and probably saved my life too. What happened was this. I’d always been attracted to teenage girls from as far back as far as I can recall, school-girls in uniform were a particular fantasy of mine, I used to frig myself to sleep endlessly thinking about what I’d like to do to one if I could trap one.”

Jenny raised an eyebrow as she sipped. Joan saw the questioning look and smiled.

“Sorry, forgot to say, sometime in my 30’s I think, I started to fantasise about dominating young girl’s rather than just having sex with them. And that moved on into wanting to have them against their will, raping them, if you will. Anyway, never thought I’d get the chance but the urge was literally tremendous, almost overwhelming and last year it did overwhelm me.

I was in a museum in the city, it was about mid-morning and I was just wandering around this museum, just me and a party of school-girls on a day trip, guess they were about 14 or 15 year olds, all dressed up in their sexy little uniforms, bare legs, shortish skirts, although not as short as this little fuck slut’s though.”

Missy was listening intently to the woman’s story; something about it was naggingly familiar. The movement of the dildo-gag in her mouth from Jenny’s constant stroking of it now became secondary as she concentrated on Joan’s story.

“I guess there must have been about 30 girls and only one harassed teacher who had her hands full trying to keep them all together. So I sort of tagged along behind this group, pretending to look at the exhibits but mostly sneaking furtive glances at them, you know?”

“Sure do.” Jenny agreed “Love to do that in the mall.”

Joan chuckled. “Me too, we ought to do it in shifts. Anyway, most of them looked like right dorks, real straight A types, but there was one girl in particular who I kept looking at most. She was sexy but in a totally didn’t know it sort of way, you know?”

“Yeah, like some of the sluts know they’re hot and dress and act it, others are just so innocent; they have no idea how cute they are.” Jenny added, slapping Missy on her ass “Slut here was like that, they’re the best ones to do simply because they haven’t a clue.”

Joan nodded and sipped her wine. “Well,  this one was like this. Brown, curly shoulder length hair, fresh face with just a few freckles, beaky sort of nose but not weird looking, lovely blue eyes, and her tits. Wow, just like slut’s here, really big.”

Missy groaned behind her gag; she knew exactly how this story would end, and worst of all she knew the girl; it was her best friend Jessica and now Missy would be forced to listen to the real reason she’d run away from home.

Ignoring Missy’s groan Joan went on.

“So I was following these girls around, and it sounds odd now, but my pussy was wet just watching this one in particular, you know how it is? You just want some girl so much your pussy runs away with you?”

Jenny nodded and licked her lips as Joan continued.

“Of course, I knew there was nothing I could do, I mean I couldn’t just walk up to the teacher and say ‘hi, mind if I abuse one of your girls?’ But in my mind I could do what I wanted and I was fantasising about what I’d do to this girl. And this is where I got overwhelmed by my urge to rape a school-girl.”

“What happened?” Jenny asked, Missy already knew.

“As I was watching her, all my wicked thoughts running through my head, she suddenly split off from the group and headed to the restroom. Didn’t ask the teacher’s permission, just went. It was weird, I was just sort of on auto-pilot but I followed her. I still can’t explain it; it was just like a switch being thrown in my head. One minute I was day dreaming about having my fingers in her panties, the next I was following her into the restroom determined to actually do it. She didn’t even hear me behind her as she just sort of ambled towards one of the cubicles and I just followed her in.”

“Wow.” Jenny whispered. “Did she scream?”

“No, I had my hand over her mouth straight away, my other arm around her stomach, I was telling her not to struggle but I loved it when she did.”

Jenny nodded. “Yeah, I love it when they struggle; it’s so sexy to feel their bodies wriggling against yours.”

“Yeah, it sure turned me on, especially when she started to kick her legs and showed her thighs, she had the same sort of olive skin as slut here, I love that in girls, my pussy was dripping. Could have been slut’s sister, now I think about it”

Jenny cut in here. “Nah, her sister would only have been 12 then. We’ve had our eye on her for a while, don’t think it could have been her.”

Joan’s eyes widened. “Wow, you’re going for the set.” She laughed as she said it.

Missy lay there, almost not there; the two women seemingly oblivious to her presence. She knew exactly what went on in the cubicle that day although she had missed the trip due to sickness. Jessica had tearfully told her all the details a few days later: how terrified she’d been when this old woman had barged into the cubicle with her and covered her mouth with her hand, how the woman had threatened her to keep her quiet and kissed her face, how she’d struggled helplessly in the woman’s arms, and how, when terrified, she’d given in to the woman’s instructions to keep still the woman’s hands had felt her all over and slipped under her skirt and started to touch her ‘there’, how she’d begged Missy to keep it quiet at school as the other girls would think she was weird or even a lesbian.

“How far did you get?” Jenny asked, fascinated and turned on by Joan’s story.

“I finally calmed her down, threatened to kill her if she screamed, and groped her all over, squeezed her titties, God, they were fantastic. Had my hand under her skirt, all over her legs and on her pussy. And then her damn teacher came into the restroom looking for her and shouting her name, Jessica I think it was”

If Missy had her eyes open at this point she’d have seen Jenny give a start at this name, but otherwise she showed no reaction.

“I was terrified.” Joan frankly admitted, “I let go of the girl and made a shussing gesture across my mouth and let her go. I was in real trouble, and I knew it. The girl seemed to be in a state of shock as she walked out of the cubicle, I stayed in, sort of hoping they’d just leave. I heard the teacher scolding Jessica for leaving the group without permission but Jessica said nothing. Then I heard the teacher telling her to wait outside, and then I heard her footsteps coming down towards my cubicle.”

“Christ.” Jenny whispered in a serious voice. “How did you talk your way out of that?”

“Didn’t have to. The teacher pushed open the cubicle door and looked at me, I thought I was done for, thought I’d get arrested and jailed, basically I’d be ruined. For a second I felt as if I was going to die. The teacher didn’t say anything, merely opened my hand-bag and rummaged around for some id. Then she spoke ‘Joan is it?’ I nodded dumbly. ‘You like molesting little girls do you?’ At that point I thought she was about to go running to security. What happened next was a jaw-dropper. ‘You’re in a bit of hole here, Joan. Stay here for half an hour then get out of the museum. I’ll keep the girl quiet and call you in a few days. I want to talk to you.’ Then she was gone, taking my purse with her.”

This part of the story was, of course, new to Missy. She knew how the teacher had saved Jessica and told her to wait outside, she knew how when the teacher had come out of the restroom to talk to Jessica she’d told the girl that Joan had escaped, and that was now clearly a lie. With a sickening feeling she now knew why the teacher had stressed to Jessica that she had to keep this attack from her parents as if it got out all school trips would be cancelled and Jessica wouldn’t want that on her conscience, would she? Now she knew why the teacher had lied to Jessica and got her to keep quiet; because the teacher was Miss Bailey.

Oblivious to Missy’s dawning realisation Joan carried on with her story.

“So I waited the half hour, and snuck out. I was terrified on the way out, kept thinking the teacher may have told security, wouldn’t look any of them in the eye – probably looked more suspicious by trying to avoid suspicion. My legs almost gave way I was so scared but I got out and literally ran, got home and just burst into tears. I was so scared and relieved. But even then the memory of what I’d done still got me wet and I had to frig myself off thinking about how I’d nearly fulfilled my fantasy. But I was still a bit apprehensive that the teacher had my purse, thought she’d try and blackmail me or something. Anyway, a few days later the phone rang and it was the teacher wanting to meet me, that’s all she said. So we agreed to meet in a bar downtown.”

“I’m right in guessing the teacher was Chrissy, aren’t I?” Jenny butted in.

Joan smiled. “Exactly, any other teacher and I’d be doing 5-10 in the State Pen, as they say, but I guess she recognised a kindred spirit. So we met up in the bar, I was still terrified about what she’d do, but she came straight out and told me to relax, and that we had similar tastes. Guess she had to be cautious normally, seeing as she’s a teacher, but she knew I was hardly in a position to take the moral high ground.”

“Did she tell you of our group straight away?” Jenny asked, intrigued.

“No, guess she was vetting me, seeing what sort of person I was. At first, she just used to supply me with porn, just vanilla stuff but women and young girls together, then a few months later some consensual bondage stuff, all the time seeing how I reacted, asking me what sort of stuff really turned me on. We even hired a few underage prostitutes from near the rail station, just so she could see how I’d perform I guess. Finally a few months ago she brought a tape round and it was some women literally raping two young girls, I mean really going for it.”

“Were the women Canadian?” Jenny inquired, clearly thinking it was the same tape her and Missy had watched together.

“Think so, the girls were red-heads, twins, I think, which sort of made it sexier. God it was hot, it was everything I’d ever wanted to see and do. All the way through Chrissy was watching me to see my reaction, and the look on my face told her what she wanted to know I guess, namely that I was really into this stuff. That’s when she told me that there was this group of women who liked to rape and abuse young girls, enslaving them etc. At first she just said she knew of them but could get some more tapes if I wanted, ‘course I jumped at that. I’ve got loads now, cost a fortune mind. I’d love to meet Elizabeth; she’s so brutal with the little sluts. Then last week she owned up and told me she was in the group and how would I like to join and rape a school-girl. I was like a kid at Christmas at that point. So here I am. I mean, I should have realised she was part of the group before she said she was.”

“Why so?” Jenny queried.

“Because one time we were talking she told me that that time in the restroom she knew what I’d been doing to her pupil because she recognised the shocked look girl’s have when they’ve just been molested for the first time.”

“Wow, that’s some stroke of luck, meeting Chrissy like that. Has she ever mentioned what happened to Jessica?” Jenny said as she silently gestured at Missy who had her eyes shut in despair. Joan nodded and both women got off the bed and started to undress, still talking.

“No, I never asked to be honest. I’d love to have another go at her though, bit of a long shot I guess.” Joan said as she shed her clothes and put on her strap-on again.

“Well, meeting Chrissy like that was a long shot, so you never know.” Jenny said with a knowing laugh as she pulled her top over head, letting her naked breasts hang free.

Missy lay on the bed, her eyes shut as she thought of Jessica. She could have told the women what happened to her, how she’d gone from being a bright, bubbly girl to being sullen and moody, how she’d dropped out of the church choir and had furious rows with her parents as a result, how she’d even lost touch with Missy and finally how, one day, she’d simply vanished. Run away was the verdict, and Missy could believe it.

This was what hit Missy the worst; she and Jessica had been friends since Pre-School, they’d been inseparable right through school, shared sleep-overs, told each other about secret crushes on boys in the neighbourhood, swapped Justin Timberlake cd’s and posters, she’d loved Jessica as her best friend in the whole world, and she’d lost her because of the woman who’d just raped her.

Missy could have told the women all this, but she knew they simply wouldn’t care about their victims. In their world girls like herself and Jessica existed only to serve the perverted needs of these women.

But she couldn’t tell them even if she’d wanted to, seeing as she was still wearing a dildo-gag. Suddenly she felt Jenny grab her hair and shake her back to reality.

Missy opened her eyes to see Jenny naked, climbing onto the bed, and standing astride her face.

“Come on slut, time to fuck your mistress.” Jenny said in a low voice as she squatted down on her slave’s face, guiding the tip of the dildo-gag into her wet pussy, thrusting herself up and down on Missy’s face, grabbing her hair to pull her face up and down in and out of her owner’s pussy.

Dimly through the pain Missy felt Joan slip her hands under Missy’s knees and lift them up before slipping her strap-on into Missy’s abused pussy, brutally fucking the young girl in her excitement.

Missy felt as if her mind was unhinging; the physical pain of being abused seemed to fade to nothingness. What hurt now was the damage these women had inflicted on her life; her family was in tatters, her Father would be on Death Row (if he lived long enough, that was), her sister was being stalked by the circling predators, and now she’d discovered it was the same women who’d made her best friend run away from home.

For the next hour or so the two women raped Missy’s face, pussy and ass, all the time Missy’s mind was fixed on her best friend. Behind her phallic gag, under the pussy of whichever woman was riding her face at the time, Missy only had one thought: Jessica