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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. “
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
“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 3rd
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,
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
“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
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