"Stolen Innocence"
by
The three teenage girls stood close together as the subway
slowed to a stop. The doors slid open with a hiss and they stepped
slowly out onto the platform, looking around uncertainly. A man in
faded jeans and a well-worn jean jacket got off the same car and stood
watching them discreetly. He glanced over at another man leaning
against a post wearing a black leather jacket and nodded almost
imperceptibly toward the girls. The man in the leather jacket walked
quickly to the stairs and disappeared up them toward the street above.
The man who'd gotten off the subway walked over to a group of benches
near the back wall and stood there as if waiting for the next train,
but never taking his eyes off the three girls. They were without
question strangers to the city. He'd seen them get off a bus from the
outlying suburbs and followed them into the subway. Of the three, two
of them were pretty, although one was a little chubby, but not grossly
overweight. The third, a leggy brunette with long, wavy hair, was
absolutely beautiful. She was about five foot seven with long, slender
legs and dark skin, suggesting she may have some Latin blood. She wore
tight jeans that showed off her perfect ass and her open jacket
revealed a small, but nice set of tits under a tight sweater. Like her
two companions, she carried a backpack slung over one shoulder and a
duffle bag over the other.
The next one was a little shorter, maybe five foot five, with shoulder
length curly blonde hair. She had a pretty face, though not the
knockout that the brunette was, and she showed off her nice figure with
a pair of tight faded jeans that left little to the imagination. Her
legs were slender and she wore a pair of white Nikes on her feet. She,
too, had a backpack slung over her shoulder but he couldn't tell what
her tits were like as she wore a loose-fitting windbreaker that was
zipped almost to her neck.
The third girl was about the same height as the blonde, but looked to
be about twenty pounds overweight. She wore jeans that were maybe a
little too tight to be flattering on her chubby frame. Her long, dirty
blonde hair fell down her back in waves. Her jean jacket was open and
she had the biggest rack of the three by far. Her face didn't have any
of the chubbiness of her body and she was actually prettier than the
blonde. The requisite duffle bag and backpack were present, of course.
He judged them all to be around fifteen, although it was hard to tell
with kids these days. They may be as young as thirteen. Their ages
were of no real consequence. They looked old enough, and that was what
counted.
He continued to watch them as they moved over to where a large map of
the subway was superimposed over a map of the city. They pointed to it
and talked amongst themselves for several minutes. The blonde appeared
to be the leader. She pointed to a spot on the map. The others said
something to her, then nodded, and they all headed for the stairway
that led up to the street. He allowed them a small head start, then
followed discreetly.
Katie, Debbie, and Carrie all stood in the busy subway station, looking
around anxiously at the people rushing about.
"Over here," Katie said and walked over to a large map on the wall, her
blonde curls bouncing. Debbie shrugged and followed her, while Carrie,
the tallest of the three, brought up the rear. They stood studying the
map for a few minutes, then Katie groaned.
"Aw, shit!" She pointed to a spot on the map. "We took the wrong
train!" She pointed to a different spot. "This is where we were
supposed to get off, but we're way over here!" She moved her finger to
another point.
Carrie, the pretty brunette, spoke up. "Do you think your brother
could come and get us?"
Katie glared at her. "He doesn't have a car!" Then her face fell and
she lowered her voice. "Besides, he . . . doesn't exactly know I'm
here."
Carrie and Debbie's mouths dropped open. "What?!," Debbie cried. "I
thought you said we'd be able to stay with him until we could get our
own place!"
"I know what I said . . . and I'm pretty sure he'll let us! I just
haven't . . . asked him yet!," Katie replied sheepishly.
"Oh, shit!," Carrie exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "Now
what do we do?!"
Katie studied the map again. "Look! There's a hotel only a few blocks
from here that my brother stayed at when he first moved to the city.
It's nothing fancy, but it's cheap." She hitched up her backpack.
"C'mon . . . we'll get some sleep and I'll call Jake in the morning."
They all started up the stairway to the street, completely oblivious to
the two men who were keeping a very close eye on them.
Up on the street, the man in the leather jacket was standing by a phone
booth on the dark street smoking a cigarette and waiting for them to
emerge from the subway. In the alley next to him, a car was parked
with the engine running and the lights off.
The girls came out of the subway and turned in the direction of the
hotel. There were very few people walking and even fewer cars moving
along the street in this slightly run down section of town. It wasn't
one of the more friendly neighborhoods, especially at night. The man
let them get a small head start, then dropped his cigarette to the
sidewalk, crossed the empty street, and began following the three
teenagers. As he passed the steps to the subway, the other man emerged
and followed a short distance behind him. Across the street, the car
parked in the alley eased onto the street, keeping pace a few yards
behind the men.
The girls walked quickly, somewhat aware that it probably wasn't safe
for them to be on the street at this hour. The car sped up and drove
past them, then came to a stop at the curb a half a block down the
street. They continued walking in the direction of the car, their
thoughts only on reaching the relative safety of the seedy hotel. As
they neared the car, its darkened windows revealing nothing of its
occupants, the men behind them increased their pace to a trot and
quickly closed the distance between them.
Carrie heard the running footsteps and turned to see the two men
bearing down on them. They had come up on the car and before she could
warn the others about the men, the passenger door swung open in front
of them. A tall woman got out and stepped in their path, grinning
maliciously at them. They tried to go around her, but she moved again
to block them, the evil smile still on her face.
"Now, what have we here?," she asked as the two men came up behind them
and stopped. Realizing the woman wasn't going to let them pass, they
turned around to go back the way they came. The two men stood there,
arms folded, and the same unfriendly look on their faces.
The woman spoke again. "Don't you know how dangerous it is for three
pretty young girls to be out at this time of night?"
Katie found her voice. "P . . .please! We don't have any money or
valuables! Just let us go, ok?"
The woman's grin widened as she examined her fingernails. "Well, now,
that's not exactly true." She looked up at the three terrified teens.
"No money? Probably not. You wouldn't have taken the bus and subway
if you had money." They stared at her, mouths open in surprise.
"H . . .how did you . . . ?," Debbie stammered, but the woman cut her
off.
"But you do have something valuable!" She opened the back door of the
car as the two men grabbed them. As they wrestled the frightened girls
into the back seat, the woman grinned again. "Very valuable!"
She closed the door. The man in the jean jacket got into the back with
the girls while the other man sat in the front passenger seat. The
woman sat behind the wheel, put the car in gear, and they roared off
down the road.
The three girls sat huddled together in the back of the car while the
man in the jean jacket sat next to them. The look in his eyes and the
way he openly ogled their bodies made them even more terrified. When
they stopped at a red light, Carrie, who was closest to the door,
reached down and pulled the handle. Nothing happened. The woman
glanced back at her in the mirror.
"That won't work, honey," she said flatly, and drove off as the light
changed. Carrie sat back in the seat, watching the unfamiliar streets
fly by in the darkness. They turned constantly and the girls quickly
lost any sense of direction. After about twenty minutes, the car
pulled up to a set of double doors at what appeared to be an old
warehouse. The man sitting up front got out, unlocked a chain, and
swung the doors open. They pulled inside the large, dimly lit space
and the man pulled the doors closed behind them then walked over to the
car. The woman got out as he got there and he pulled open Carrie's
door.
"C'mon! Out with ya!," he yelled gruffly. The girls were tugged and
pushed out of the car by him and the other man.
"What do you want with us?," Katie cried. Carrie and Debbie stood
clinging to each other, sobbing. The woman ignored her question and
started up a long staircase that led to a door. The men shoved the
girls after her and they all made their way to the top of the stairs.
The woman unlocked the door and led them down several long hallways to
an elevator. She retrieved a key hanging on a chain around her neck,
inserted it into a keyhole next to the elevator doors, then punched
four numbers on a keypad next to the key slot. With a clunk, the doors
slid open and they were forced inside. The woman pushed a button and
the elevator began its descent.
Katie glared at the woman, acting a lot braver than she felt. "Where
are you taking us!?," she cried, tears of fear and anger in her eyes.
The woman only smiled calmly, fixing her with an icy stare.
"All of your questions will soon be answered," was all she said.
Katie, in a fit of helpless rage, raised a fist to hit her, but one of
the men grabbed her arm, spun her around, and slapped her hard across
the face. Debbie and Carrie stared in horror as Katie collapsed to
the floor at their feet. They started crying more, which their captors
simply ignored.
The doors slid open. Debbie and Carrie were roughly pushed through
them by the woman into a carpeted hallway with several closed and
numbered doors along it. Katie was picked up by the two men and half
carried, half dragged out behind them. The woman led them wordlessly
down the hallway and finally stopped at one of the doors. She unlocked
it, swung it open, and motioned for the men to put Katie inside. They
pushed her in, first removing her backpack. Katie stumbled to her feet
and turned to run back out.
"No!," she cried, but the door was pulled shut quickly, silencing her
scream of protest.
The woman addressed Carrie and Debbie. "As you can see, these rooms
are soundproof. And you're four stories underground. Yelling and
screaming won't help." She opened two more doors and in turn, Carrie
and Debbie were relieved of their possessions and locked in.
Katie hammered on the door. "Let me out!!," she screamed. After a few
minutes she realized that wasn't going to happen and looked around her
prison cell.
It looked like a hotel room. There was a large bed, a dresser, a TV,
but no telephone. A door next to the bed led into a bathroom, with a
tub and shower. There was a large mirror on the wall next to the TV
and two cameras mounted in the corners of the room next to the high
ceiling. A piece of paper lay on the table under the mirror. She
picked it up and read,
'The room is soundproof. You will be provided with regular meals and
clean
clothing unless you are uncooperative. The TV is the only one you'll
get. If
you choose to destroy it, or anything else, you won't get another and
you will
be punished. Punishment will be severe. Do not think of escape.
There is none.
You belong to us. Do as you're told, and you won't be harmed.'
Katie reread the note. One line, 'You belong to us' sent a cold chill
down her spine. She dropped the note and collapsed on the bed, sobbing
uncontrollably.
The other girls were placed in similar rooms with identical notes.
Carrie sat on the edge of the bed looking at her reflection in the
mirror.
"What do they want?," she asked herself out loud. None of their
parents were rich, so ransom wasn't the answer. She picked up the
remote control and turned on the TV. A porn movie came on, showing a
pretty, naked blonde girl sucking a man's cock. Carrie stared at the
screen, simultaneously shocked and curious. Suddenly a thought came to
her. No! They couldn't want them for . . . that! She was only
fourteen! But the more she thought about, the more it made sense.
'Oh, god!,' she thought, burying her face in her hands. On the TV, the
man's cum was running down the girl's face as she smiled and licked his
cock.
Debbie examined her room and read the note as she sat on the bed. She
stared at herself in the mirror for a few seconds, then got up and
walked over to it. Remembering a trick someone once told her, she held
her thumbnail up to the glass. There was no space between the edge of
her nail and its reflection, which meant it was a two-way mirror. She
stuck out her tongue and raised her middle finger to it, then went back
over and lay down on the bed.
On the other side of the glass, the woman chuckled. Her and the two
men were in a room onto which several of the 'mirrors' backed,
including the three that held their latest acquisitions. The men were
seated at a row of monitors that showed the camera views of all the
rooms.
"We have a smart one here," the man in the leather jacket said with a
chuckle. The woman stood behind them and nodded in agreement.
"She's got the right look, but needs to lose about twenty pounds. Keep
her on a strict diet and I'll speak to Andrew about an exercise
program."
The man nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
She moved over to Carrie's room. She was watching TV. The woman
smiled to herself. All the TVs in the girls' rooms showed nothing but
porn, twenty-four hours a day. "This one seems promising. Beautiful
and slightly perverted," she mused. Speaking to the man in the leather
jacket, but continuing to watch Carrie, she said, "Bring her to the
suite tomorrow. We'll see what she's made of." The man nodded and
smiled. Going to the suite with a new girl was always fun, but this
one was a knockout!
They moved to Katie's room. She was still lying on the bed and
appeared to be asleep. "This one will need a little . . . special
conditioning. We need to rid her of that attitude."
The man in the jean jacket spoke up. "Shall I pay her a visit?"
The woman nodded, still watching Katie. "Yes. I think she would
benefit from your talents, Dave." Dave grinned and ran his hand
through his thick dark hair.
"What time?"
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let her sleep for a few hours
first." As she turned and left the room, the two men grinned at each
other.
"Wanna flip to see who breaks in the fat chick?" They both laughed and
followed the woman out of the room.
Carrie opened her eyes. At first, she was confused. Nothing was
familiar. Where was she? Then she realized she'd slept in her clothes
and the previous nights horror came back to her. 'Oh, shit!', she
thought, her hands covering her eyes. 'I was hoping it was just a bad
dream!' She sat up and looked around. There were no windows and no
clock. It could have been morning or night, she had no idea. The TV
was still on and another porn movie flashed across the screen. She got
up, turned the TV off, and looked at herself in the mirror. She was
about to go into the bathroom when her door swung open. An elderly
Chinese woman entered pushing a serving cart. She took a tray of food
from the cart and set it on the table with a nod and a brief smile to
Carrie. Then she placed some clothing on the bed, bowed politely, and
left with her cart. There was a folded note on her food tray. She
went over and picked up the note.
'Eat breakfast, take a shower, and put on these clothes. You have one
hour.
If you're not ready in time, you will be punished.'
She put the note down, went over to the bed, and examined the clothes.
They consisted of a very short mini skirt and a tight, cutoff t-shirt.
There was also a pair of red thong panties, but no bra. She sighed
and dropped them to the bed.
She looked at her breakfast; scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and orange
juice. Not wanting to risk 'punishment', she sat down and ate. It was
actually quite good. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. When she
was finished, she undressed and went into the bathroom and took a
shower. There was a toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo, and some
basic cosmetics on the counter. She finished and came back out into
the main room. As she picked up the new clothes, she noticed her own
clothes were gone. She knew she's left them on the bed, but they were
nowhere to be seen.
Not wanting to be late for whatever they had planned for her, she put
on the tiny thong panties and skimpy mini skirt, then squeezed the tiny
t-shirt over her perky baseball-sized breasts. It was barely long
enough to cover her nipples and the skirt just hid the panties. She
looked at herself in the mirror and thought, 'Christ, I look like a
hooker!'
Just then, the door swung open and one of the men from the previous
night came in. He eyed her approvingly and gestured toward the open
door. "Come with me, baby."
Tugging her skirt down as low as she could, Carrie stepped into the
hallway. He took her by the elbow and led her down the hall.
After a few minutes, they stopped at a door. He opened it and gestured
for her to enter. She slowly stepped inside, still very self-conscious
in the revealing clothes, and her followed her in, closing and locking
the door behind them.
The room was large with two sofas in the main room and a what she could
see was a bedroom off to one side. The woman who kidnaped them was
sitting on one of the sofas. She got up as they entered and walked
over to Carrie, her eyes moving over her firm young body. Carrie
suddenly felt naked under her gaze. The woman was dressed in a
knee-length gray skirt with a white blouse and matching gray blazer.
She raised an eyebrow after checking Carrie out. "Well now, don't you
look sexy!" Carrie bowed her head, embarrassed.
"Now, now . . . chin up!," she said. She placed her finger under
Carrie's chin and raised her face up to meet her eyes. The woman's
eyes were pale gray and seemed as hard and cold as steel. Her dark
brown hair was pulled back and fell in a long braid down her back. She
looked to be in her mid-thirties with a lithe figure and a pretty, but
unsmiling face.
She gestured to the man who'd escorted her to the room. "This is
Steve. We're going to teach you a few things today." Carrie's eyes
flicked briefly toward the bedroom and her stomach churned. Steve
grinned at her as his eyes moved over her slender young body. The
woman continued. "My name is Donna. And you are . . .?"
"C . . . Carrie," the frightened girl mumbled.
"Carrie," Donna said matter-of-factly, then turned to Steve. "Steve,
meet Carrie." Steve's leering grin widened and he tipped an imaginary
hat in her direction. Donna took her hand and led her to the sofas.
Carrie sat on one, keeping her knees tight together, and Donna sat on
the other, facing her. Steve took a seat next to Donna.
Donna smiled coldly. "Is everything ok in your room? Do you need
anything?" Carrie shook her head, her arms folded across her breasts.
The room was cool and her nipples were hard, something she didn't want
them to see. Donna winked at Steve and said, "Find something
interesting on TV?" Steve snickered and Carrie felt her face getting
hot. Donna reached over and placed a hand on her bare knee. "It's ok,
honey. But you do seem a little young to be watching that!"
Carrie looked up at her. Too young?! Look at what they gave her to
wear! "I . . . I'm almost fifteen," she said quietly.
Donna's face lit up in a big grin. "Fifteen?! Really? You look older
than that! At least . . . what . . . eighteen! Don't you think,
Steve?"
Steve ogled her like a starving man looks at a steak dinner and nodded.
"At least eighteen."
Donna clapped her hands together. "Oh, yes! At least eighteen!," she
exclaimed. "Tell me, Carrie, have you ever had a boyfriend?" Carrie
shook her head. "Ever been on a date? Ever kissed a boy?" Again, she
just shook her head.
"Hear that, Steve? Almost fifteen and never been kissed!" Steve made
a kissing motion in her direction. Carrie turned away. "Unless, you
prefer girls? Is that why such a pretty thing like you doesn't have a
boyfriend?"
Carrie looked at Donna, her face shocked. "No! Of course not! I'm
just . . . shy around boys, is all." Donna grinned.
"Well, my dear, we're going to cure you of that!" Donna paused for a
moment, then said, "You're probably wondering why we brought you here.
Well, I make movies and I need some new actresses for my latest film."
She smiled at the frightened teen. "Haven't you always wanted to be a
movie star?" Carrie didn't respond.
"Now, Carrie . . . it's rude not to answer me." Her eyes darkened.
"I . . . I guess so," she murmured.
"Good!," Donna said, standing. "We're going to do a little screen
test. Just to see how the camera likes you." She stepped closer and
brushed her fingers along Carrie's cheek, her eyes dropping to her
tits, then locking on her eyes. "Steve, could you go over to the main
set and get into costume? We'll be along in a minute."
Steve winked at Carrie, got up, and walked into the bedroom. Donna
walked over to a closet and retrieved a video camera and tripod.. She
started toward the bed, beckoning to Carrie.
"Come with me, honey." Carrie followed her across the room, her heart
in her throat. All the movies she'd seen last night were filmed in
bedrooms a lot like this one and she was afraid that she knew exactly
what they were going to 'teach' her.
Her fears were confirmed when she entered the bedroom and saw Steve
standing there wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. She shuddered and
felt her knees weaken as she paused just inside the door.
"C'mon! Keep moving!," Donna said, slapping her lightly on the ass.
Carrie stepped hesitantly into the room. Donna set up the tripod and
camera at the end of the bed and motioned for Carrie to sit and face
it. Carrie sat down, her body shivering with fright. Donna focused
the camera on her and stood up behind it.
"All right, Carrie. First, I'm just going to ask you a few questions.
Answer them all honestly, and we'll go from there, ok?" Donna fixed
her with a cold stare. "Understand?" Carrie nodded. Donna turned on
a bright light and held a light monitor in front of her. She adjusted
what looked like an umbrella by the light, then checked the meter
again. Seeming satisfied, she put the meter down and turned on the
camera.
"Ok," she said. "What's your first name?"
Carrie blinked in the glare of the light and said, "Carrie."
"And how old are you, Carrie?," Donna asked in a pleasant voice.
"Fourteen."
"Have you ever had sex before?"
Carrie swallowed hard. "N . . . no."
"Have you ever kissed a boy? Or a girl?"
"No."
"Did that dirty movie you watched last night make you horny?" Carrie
looked up at her. Donna was nodding.
"Y . . .yes," she said quietly.
"I see. And would you like to kiss Steve?" Again, she was nodding.
Carrie swallowed another lump and replied almost in a whisper. "Yes."
"And . . . cut!," Donna said, switching off the camera. "Now that
wasn't so bad, was it?" Carrie shook her head, staring down at her
bare feet. Donna picked up the camera and tripod and moved them over
to one side of the bed. She moved the lights over there as well.
"Now, darling, just relax for a few minutes while we set up the next
shot." She left the bedroom, leaving Carrie alone with Steve. She
looked over at him but he was reading a Penthouse magazine and not
paying any attention to her. A few minutes later, Donna returned with
another woman carrying more lights and a man with another camera. She
watched in mounting terror as they set up the cameras and lights,
focusing them on the bed.
'Oh, god!,' she thought. 'They're really going to do it! They're
going to make me have sex with him and film it!' Until this point, it
hadn't seemed real, but the people setting up the lights and cameras
were acting very professional and it suddenly hit her. This was going
to happen, and there was nothing she could do to stop it! She felt
tears flooding her eyes. No, she scolded herself. She would get
through this without giving them the satisfaction of seeing her cry!
They finished setting up and the other woman whispered something to
Donna. Donna whispered back to her, both of them looking over at
Carrie. The woman shrugged and stood next to one of the chairs by the
bed. With a smile to Carrie, she began unfastening her jeans. She
slowly pulled them off and tossed them onto one of the chairs. Carrie
couldn't help but notice that she was very beautiful, with dark, wavy
hair, pretty brown eyes, and a perfect figure.
As she watched the woman disrobe, it suddenly occurred to her that
maybe she wasn't going to be in the movie. Maybe they just wanted her
to watch how one was made today. It wasn't much hope; she knew it
would only be a matter of time before she'd be put in front of the
camera, but maybe it wouldn't be today! The dark haired woman removed
her blouse, dropped into a chair, and began flipping through a magazine
wearing only her bra and panties.
Donna beckoned to Carrie. "Carrie, come here, please!" Carrie took a
deep breath and went over to her.
"Ok, honey. Showtime," she said. Carrie's eyes flashed to the nearly
naked woman in the chair. Donna laughed. "Don't worry! Linda will
join you when it's time!" Carrie's heart sank. Donna beckoned Steve
over and Carrie could see a huge bulge in the front of his shorts. He
was grinning at her and she could feel the animal lust in his eyes.
Donna stepped back behind the cameras and yelled, "Action!"
Steve moved closer and pulled her body tight to his. She could feel
his hard cock pushing against her and smell the musky scent of his sex.
"Kiss him!," Donna called out. Carrie looked up at Steve's leering
face only inches from hers. She closed her eyes and felt his lips
touch hers, then his tongue as he prodded her to open her mouth. He
did it gently at first, then with more force. Carrie eventually gave
in and parted her lips. Steve pushed his tongue deep into her throat,
caressing and teasing her own tongue. At the same time, she felt his
hands move down her back to her tight ass and squeeze each cheek,
pulling her body even tighter to his.
"Very nice," Donna said. "Now, take off her shirt, Steve. Let's see
those nice little titties!" Steve broke off the kiss and pulled her
tiny shirt over her head before she realized what was happening. He
dropped it to the floor and she instinctively covered her tits with her
hands, backing away from him.
"Cut!," Donna yelled. She walked over to the frightened young girl.
"Honey," she said calmly. "I realize that this is your first time, but
the idea is for us to see your assets." She removed Carrie's hands
from her firm, round tits. Donna let out a low whistle as she stared
at them. Carrie blushed and Donna let go of her hands. "Now, keep
your hands away from them, ok?" Carrie nodded and Steve stepped up to
her again.
"And . . . action!," Donna called. Steve reached over and cupped her
perky tits. He did it gently and she let out a small cry of pleasure
when he started to caress her hard nipples. She closed her eyes and
tried to enjoy his touch, trying to forget she was being forced to do
it. She felt his hands leave her tits and slide down her sides to her
waist. He unbuttoned her short skirt and began working down over her
curvy hips. It finally dropped to the floor around her ankles and he
kissed her again, holding her tight to him.
"Good. Very nice," Donna said. "Now, Carrie. Drop to your knees and
pull Steve's shorts off." Carrie looked up at Steve, then over to
Donna.
"Cut!," Donna cried angrily. "Don't look at me! Look at the camera,
if you must, but never at me or anyone else behind the scenes!" Her
voice softened. "Now, when I say 'action', drop to your knees, remove
his shorts, and suck his cock!"
Carrie's eyes widened in fear and she looked at Donna. "Wh . . .
what?!," she gasped, horrified.
Donna sighed. "Take his cock, put it into your mouth, and suck! It's
not complicated!"
Carrie glanced down at the growing bulge in Steve's shorts, then back
to Donna. "B . . . but . . . I . . . I've never . . .," she stammered.
"I've . . . never even . . . seen . . . a . . . a . . ."
Donna rolled her eyes impatiently. "Look, honey. You must have
watched at least a dozen blow jobs on TV last night. Just do what they
did!" Carrie thought back to the movies; the huge cocks in the girls'
mouths and the thick white cum running down their faces and chins
before dripping to their bodies. She shuddered at the thought.
As if reading her mind, Donna said, "I don't want you to make him cum,
just . . ." She smiled. "Warm him up a little!" Carrie closed her
eyes and took a deep breath. She knew she didn't have a choice but she
could do this. It couldn't be that bad!
"Ready?," Donna asked. Carrie took another breath and nodded.
"Action!"
She slowly dropped to her knees and reached up for the waistband of his
shorts. She pulled them down, watching his stiff cock appear. The
smell was stronger now and it somehow seemed to entice her to keep
going. As she pulled them lower, the elastic waistband slid over the
end and it sprang straight out, almost hitting her in the face! After
a brief pause, she pulled them to his ankles and he stepped out of
them.
She looked up at the long thick penis in front of her face. The tip
was thicker than the shaft and almost purple in color. The rest of it
was rough, with a thick blue vein running down the length of it. A
small drop of clear fluid oozed from the hole in the tip.
"Go on, dear," Donna urged. "Just lick it to start if you want, but
believe me . . ." Her eyes stared icily at her. "You will be sucking
and fucking that thing before we're done today, so putting it off won't
help!"
Carrie shuddered at her harsh words, but she knew it was true. She had
no choice but to do as she was told. She swallowed hard and turned her
eyes back to the nine inch long piece of meat hanging before her face.
She stuck out her tongue and tentatively licked along the shaft.
"That's it!," Donna said. "Keep going!" She licked the entire length
of it three times before Donna said impatiently, "Ok, that's enough!
Swallow that monster!"
Carrie drew back and looked at the huge purple head. She reached up
and wrapped her tiny hand around the hard shaft. It was so thick her
fingertips barely touched her thumb. She moved her face closer, closed
her eyes, and opened her mouth wide. She felt the soft tip slide past
her lips and onto her tongue. She could taste his salty precum as she
continued to push her lips further down the shaft. She felt the tip
hit the back of her throat and pulled it out so that just the head
remained in her mouth. Steve moaned as she began to slowly work it in
and out of her hot little mouth.
"Oh, yeah!," he sighed as he began rocking his hips to her motions.
"Suck me! Yeah! Suck my cock!"
After a few minutes of this, Donna said, "Ok, that's enough. We don't
want you blowing your load too soon, Steve!"
Carrie gratefully let the thick shaft slip from her mouth. It wasn't
as bad as she'd thought it would be. Steve helped her to her feet and
kissed her again.
"Nice touch, Steve," Donna said. She looked at Carrie and gestured
toward the bed. "Now it's your turn. On your back, sweetie." Carrie
felt her heart rise to her throat. She couldn't imagine how that long,
thick cock would ever fit inside her! Reluctantly, she lay back on the
bed, wearing only the very skimpy thong, and prepared for the worst.
Steve leaned over her and started kissing her neck, then moved down to
her firm tits and spent some time sucking on each nipple. Carrie
surprised herself by wishing he'd keep it up. It actually felt
wonderful! She rolled her head from side to side, enjoying his touch.
She was disappointed when he stopped kissing and sucking her tits and
moved down across her flat stomach to her milky thighs. He grabbed the
tiny thong and quickly pulled it off, then spread her legs wide and
kissed along her inner thighs. Carrie was caught up in conflicting
emotions. Here she was, completely naked with a man licking her
between her spread legs. Everything she'd ever been taught told her it
was wrong, but it felt so good! Her pussy was getting wetter and she
could feel cool air moving across her spread lips. He started kissing
her mons, the light peach fuzz hair barely visible on her pubescent
little twat. Lowering his tongue to the bottom of her tiny, virgin
slit, he licked the full length of it, pausing to nibble on her clit
before starting over again.
Carrie cried out in surprised pleasure when his tongue slid along her
untouched pussy. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever
experienced before! She felt her pussy getting wetter and a tingling
sensation started to grow deep inside her as Steve's tongue licked and
teased her swollen labia and erect little love button. She heard
herself moaning in pleasure and her hands went to his head to hold it
in place.
He kept this up for several minutes and she moaned as he unleashed
strange, new feelings inside her young body. Suddenly, she felt her
body stiffen as all her muscles contracted with her very first orgasm!
She cried out as the wave exploded within her, a kind of unbelievable
pleasure like she'd never imagined! She squirmed and twisted on the
bed as Steve continued eating her sweet young pussy, sending her
innocent young body through climax after climax until she lay quivering
on the bed, too exhausted to do more than twitch and gasp with each
successive orgasm.
Donna spoke up. "Are you trying to kill her with pleasure, Steve?
Look at her! She's practically unconscious!" Carrie couldn't hear her
words. She was lost in a world of exploding fireworks and blissful
contentment. Even after he stopped, she could still feel her body
buzzing and her mind was hazy, like she was only partially conscious.
She was aware of someone picking her up and carrying her out to one of
the sofas, then she must have fallen asleep.
She awoke to find herself still naked, but with a blanket over her.
Donna was talking to one of her crew, but turned to Carrie when she saw
her eyes were open.
"Well, welcome back!," she said. "I guess Steve kinda overdid it! You
were out of it!" She sat up. Her body was tired. No, beyond tired.
She was exhausted. But she felt relaxed, satisfied. Donna sat down
next to her.
"I think you've had enough for one day. We'll pick up again in a day
or two." She stood up. "Get dressed. Linda will take you back to
your room." She nodded toward the pretty brunette who had undressed
earlier. She was now dressed again and came over to them carrying
Carrie's skirt and t-shirt. She handed the clothes to Carrie with a
smile.
"Sorry, I couldn't find your panties," she said apologetically.
"It's ok," Carrie replied. She was happy to have something to wear,
and it's not like the panties covered much anyway. She dressed quickly
and followed Linda out into the hall. She'd gotten a reprieve, but she
had the feeling it would be a short one.
- To Be Continued... -
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