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White Slave

Chapter 3

                                    White Slave Chapter 3

      Chris listened apprehensively to the key turning in the lock, waiting for
her roommate to step through the door.  They'd have to discuss their money
tragedy, Chris knew, and this might be the last free moment of Sandy's
man-hungry day before the telephone started ringing and the doorbell buzzing.

      "Hi, ya!" beamed Sandy, closing the door behind her handing Chris her
mail.  "Here... look."  She thrust an official looking envelope in Chris'
hands.  Food-stamps.  First of the month.  What do you say we buy a couple of
Porterhouse steaks and celebrate? God, it seems like an eternity since we've
had a real meal," she complained, collapsing on the faded velour couch with a
squeak of the protesting springs.  "Mine came too, only I got them for a whole family."

      "What?"  But Sandy, you don't have a family.  How did you get $128
worth?"  She waved the envelope accusingly in the air, one hand on her levied hip.

      The black-headed girl shrugged casually.  "Simple, I just told them I had
a husband home sick, and this neat looking guy told me to follow him and fill
out the forms."  She pulled open her shoulderbag, and, searching for her pack
of cigarettes, found them and tore open the top and shook out two, one for each of them.

      Chris hissed through clenched teeth.  "Damn it, Sandy. That's fraud!
Don't you read the newspapers?" she blurted heatedly.  "They're cleaning house
down at the welfare department. Anybody who's caught telling lies to get
foodstamps is up for fraud, and that's a federal offense."

      Sandy tutted.  "Oh, don't be silly Chris.  How is anybody going to find
out I don't have a husband and two kids?  Why don't you look at the bright
side?"  The green eyed girl spread her hands and shrugged.  "We're getting $128
worth of free food and you're complaining?  It was easy: I borrowed somebody's
kids in exchange for a joint.  No big deal."  Her long lithe arm reached over
to the end table and long red fingertips clutched the match book.

      Chris' platform shoes made clunking sounds as she nervously shifted her
weight from one foot to the other.  "Oh swell.  Just don't call me up when the
authorities start looking for you!" They were riding the red line of poverty,
and it was wearing on both girl's patience.

      Sandy stood up on one foot to light Chris' cigarette off of her own
smoldering one, then handed it to her grateful roommate. That last cigarette
butt just hadn't cut it.

      "And what about the rent?"  Chris blinked as the pungent smoke attacked
her eyes with the first heavy draw on the virgin cigarette.  "Any idea how
we're going to pay that?  God, do you have any idea of how much we owe Roger as
of tomorrow?  She counted it out on her fingers, letting her lit cigarette
dangle unfemininely from her lips.  "$140 for last month and the same for this
month.  That's $280 we have no way of earning."

      Sandy's green eyes fastened on her roommate, and blinked in downcast
acquiesence.  Chris was right, there was no way to avoid that horrifying truth.
Yes, they were in trouble and it was mostly her fault.  But why couldn't Chris
understand that was why she'd gone to the welfare office and lied to the social
worker. The dark haired girl drew in her breath with a desperate gasp. The Aid
to Dependent Children form she'd filled out this morning was a lie too!  What
if Chris were right?  What if she did get caught for welfare fraud!  Oh, Jesus!
But at the time, she thought defensively, she was certain she was doing the
right thing.  And everybody did it; it was no big thing.  California the
welfare state and all that jive...

      "Listen," gestured Sandy with the palm of her hand.  "I'll talk to Roger
myself.  I know that creep who ripped off your money was my responsibility.
I'm in the wrong... as usual," the emotional girl said for the thousandth time
in her life, "and I'll go down to talk to Roger.  Okay?"

      Chris, seeing the distraught look in her roommate's eyes, felt instantly
repentant for her emotional outburst and accusations, though most of them
remained unspoken.  "I'm sorry, Sandy," sighed Chris, sinking to her knees and
grabbing her friend's hand in hers.  "I don't mean to sound like such a bitch.
It's just that I'm really disappointed in everything that's happened to us
since we've been in San Francisco.  No job, no money, no chance to go out and
explore... and no dates... well you've had no problems in that department, but
I'm not as outgoing as you are," she admitted with a wince.  "I don't mean to
get so uptight."

      Sandy stroked her friend's hair with sisterly affection. "That's okay,
Chris.  I understand.  But I hope it won't hurt your feelings if I tell you
that since you and Mark broke up last spring you've been really uptight.  I
know what you need," grinned Sandy with a knowing smirk.  She nodded her head
for emphasis. "Yeah, that's the problem," she giggled giving her friend's head a loving pat.

      Chris stared up into her roommate's twinkling, devilishly green eyes.
The truth was written there by the hand of experience.  If anyone should know
the merits of a healthy sex life, it was Sandy -- unattestably Sandy.

      "Hey, friend," soothed Sandy.  "Why don't you go in and take a good hot
bath.  I just brought some vanilla scented bubble bath from this neat store
that sells nothing but organic products.  " She tutted with self-recrimination.
"I know I shouldn't have spent the money," she admitted, rolling her eyes in
her flirtatious manner, and sticking out her pouty lower lip like a child
caught with his hand in the cookie jar and trying to lie his way out of it.
"But the clerk told me it had the correct PH balance and all that... well, I
just couldn't resist.  Anyway, take a hot bath, calm down and sprinkle some of
that vanilla bubble bath in.  It smells so sexy!"

      "Sounds good to me," smiled Chris heading for the bathroom, wondering how
Sandy could con her into anything, marveling at her magic touch.

      With Sandy's giggle still ringing in her ears, Chris turned on the radio
and sauntered toward the bathroom and pulled off her tee shirt and Levi's,
leaving her bikini and bra on long enough to dart to her bedroom and pull a
fresh towel from her bureau drawer.

      Later, as the blonde haired girl prepared to step into the warm, sudsy
bath water she had drawn, her reflection in the cracked mirror caught her eye.
On the whole she was satisfied with what she saw.  She was not as full breasted
as her teasingly voluptuous roommate, but her breasts were firm and round.
Testing the bathwater with her toe, she unsnapped her bra and pulled it from
her arms, then pulled down and kicked off her panties.

      Chris stared into the mirror again, this time running her hands over her
satin-smooth skin, and bringing up both palms to cup the rounded swells of her
lushly ripening young breasts, rolling the erectile nipples between her fingers
until they were distended and the areolas puckered up around them, the warm
flush of tumescence spreading through her -- the feeling of need, of desire, of
sexuality.  She turned for a profile view.  Maybe Sandy was right: what she
needed was a good long roll in the hay.

      If only Mark were here, she thought temptingly, stepping into the tepid
bath tub and sighing as the warm water lapped at her worried body.  Yes, Mark,
she ah-ah-ed, slipping down in the tub 'til her blonde hair floated on the
vanilla bubbles.  Mark had been her steady date through most of her sophomore
year in college and into her third year, too.  It had been mostly for
companionship that they spent time together studying and going to football
games; suddenly, and without their even knowing, their innocent infatuation
filled with hand-holding and necking, gave way to desperately passionate
sessions in Chris' apartment. Chris' resistance weakened further every time
until finally there had come the inevitable loss of her virginity.

      Being a virgin wasn't something she had particularly relished, not a
life-creed to be carried around on a signboard, just something that seemed
right for her.  The voluptuous blonde had never really made any plans about
keeping her virginity, or about losing it, for that matter.  But when it
happened, it just happened.  It was something she regretted now, not only
because her parents had come for that god-awful surprise visit the next day,
but because she hadn't anything... or anybody... to show for it now.

      The blonde, relishing in the feminine feel of the suds remembered that
night, that awful regrettable night.  As if to scatter those thoughts to the
wind, she dipped her hand into the suds and blew a stream of bubbles into the
moist air watching them as they popped and dissipated like time itself.

      Mark.  A perfect gentleman... most of the time, mused Chris now, feeling
sexy and feminine mummified in the vanilla bubbles. She remembered, too, the
Hawaiian sarong she had worn to the springtime fraternity party, how daring she
felt knowing one pull on that rope belt and her breasts would come tumbling
free.  She'd felt devilishly sinful that night, it may have been the full moon,
she later thought. But the boilermakers -- the virgin's lethal drink made of
tasteless wood alcohol and Hawaiian punch -- had a lot to do with it!  It had
tasted so good she'd had a glass, though she seldom drank... then another, and another.

      After the dance he'd driven her home and carried her to the door.
Apparently Sandy had let him in, but she could hardly blame her roommate for
that; Mark had spent many nights in their apartment when he didn't feel like
going back to his fraternity house room which he shared with a frat brother.
Mark had slung the door open with his shoulder and lay the lush half-conscious
body out on the soft mattress.

      "Oh," she'd mumbled thickly, stirring uneasily in her alcohol-sodden
slumber.  "Have I been asleep?  Mark, I'm so drunk!"

      "That's okay," the broad shouldered fraternity boy replied soothingly,
not wanting her to regain full consciousness just yet. It had been an age old
tradition in the fraternity; if you can't get your girl to make it with you
after the Hawaiian dance, all bets were off you ever would.  Besides, he'd had
a bet riding on it.  "You'll feel fine in the morning," he reassured.

      Chris couldn't help but giggle drunkenly at the thought of Mark playing
nurse to her.  But his thick strong fingers proved agile enough as he pulled on
the rope belt that held that single piece of fabric snug to her lithe body, and
slid the garment gently over her head, revealing most of her supple tempting
young bodily curves to his avidly searching eyes.

      Suddenly, Mark had become a man possessed, a maniac driven only by his
intense animal lust for her body.  Nothing else mattered to him that instant
but fucking his long, painfully hard cock into that warm hair-lined pussy no
man had ever touched, that damply glistening cleft he'd hungered for so long.
She was a woman to him now, a desirable young woman to be taken, a virgin born
for his sacrifice.

      He reached for her, grabbing her roughly before she had time to react,
before she could even cry out in surprise, a deep beast- like groan erupting
from his throat as he pulled her roughly in prone position on the bed.

      "Please, Mark, please... we can't... w-we can't!" she moaned piteously as
he held her down with one lust-strengthened hand and ran the other greedily
over the lush contours of her nakedly struggling body, kneading her ripe
succulent breasts cruelly with hands now beyond his control, hands that acted
as if they were possessed with a spirit beyond his own.  Pinkish ridges of her
softly delicate flesh protruded between his straining fingers as his head had
dropped to the budding young nipples and chewed hungrily at their tips until he
had felt the tenderly resilient flesh give way and the salty taste of blood
seeping onto his lashing tongue.

      "Oh, no, not like this.  It can't be like this!" she moaned, more in
anguish than in anger.  But her plea was unheeded.

      In his madness, he still held her wildly straining body tightly to the
bed, imprisoning her there by he heavy tensed chest that weighed upon her lithe
slenderness like a giant crushing boulder.  Her long blonde hair began
thrashing from side to side on the bed, her beautiful face contorted with
anguish.  She pleaded until the words become nothing but incoherent mutterings
of jumbled words.

      And it was then that he brutally fucked her the first time, robbed her of
her virginity in a frenzy of jungle passion gone wild.

      Ignoring the low moaning pleas, Mark rolled on top of the violently
struggling coed, catching her body just as her long, slimly tapered legs had
scissored out in one last desperate effort to escape his brutal assault.  His
hips had fallen down tightly against the mattress.  The soft down of her thinly
curling pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing cock, inciting him
to insane mumblings of crazed uncontrollable lust.

      She felt the anguish of that night even now as she recalled it so
clearly, like slow-motion frames from an old movie as it flashed in her brain.
His knees were spreading hers wide apart, and he was grinding his pelvis hard
into her squirmingly defenseless crotch, completely naked and vulnerable then
to his rapacious assault.  She felt once again the spasmodic jerkings of her
own fleshy inner thighs as he drove his hand between them. Mark was searching
for that elusive treasure, that jewel-like never-before-penetrated orifice
between her wildly trembling legs. And then he found it!  He jammed his
heatedly throbbing cock up between her widespread legs, following the guide of
his hand in the semi-darkness of the bedroom, and then shoved his blood-filled
prick's head between her fleshy cuntal lips with a groan, he brutally thrust it
all the way forward without hesitation up into her quivering pussy, deflowering
her like a kidnapped Sabine maiden prostrate before her barbarian captor.
Chris shrieked in agony and kicked her legs out wildly in the air in a futile
attempt to escape the cruel impalement.  Her frantic movement only worsened her
plight, however, opening the depths of her unplowed furrow to his plundering
cock as it hotly rammed deeper and deeper into her yielding cuntal flesh.  At
last, his pelvis smacked down hard against hers, signaling the hoped-for end of
her agony as his rigidly beating cock slid all the way up inside her trembling
belly, the warm wet bloody walls of her cunt wrapped tightly around the fleshy
hardness like a moist warm glove.

      But the aroused fraternity boy hadn't stopped there.  He didn't even give
Chris a chance to adjust to the sudden unexpected presence deep in her virginal
young womb.  He just began to fuck her, thrusting in and out of her like a
mongrel dog mounting a bitch in heat, and with about that much concern for her
enjoyment and happiness.  He had only thought of one thing -- to spew his hot,
thick sperm deep inside of her tight little pussy where it belonged and where
he had yearned to empty it for so long now.  He vented his lust against her
torturedly groaning body time after time, flooding her cringing belly again and
again with the hot white liquid of over a year's frustrated waiting and hoping
until finally... his cum was gone.

      And this was the boy she'd been thinking of marrying!  Chris had awakened
in the night, sobbing from a nightmare she was not convinced was real until she
saw the blood smeared evidence on her inner thighs.

      Worst of all, her parents had chosen that next day to come visit her!
She'd been too ashamed to crawl out of that bed to and greet them.  And Mark,
damn him!  He laughed through the afternoon thinking it extremely funny while
she sobbed into her pillow.

      That was the last she saw of him.



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