Missy’s Misfortune

 

                           Missy’s misfortune pt 4

 

The two women dragged Missy from the room bathed in mid-day sunshine, down the hall-way and as they held the struggling, sobbing, school-girl by an arm each, Mel kicked a door open. Missy froze as the door swung open; it just seemed to open into a nothing of darkness.

 

“No, no, please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you want, please don’t throw me in there.” Missy shrieked, her voice rising as Mel and Jenny pushed and pulled her into the doorway.

 

“Stupid, fucking, bitch” Jenny muttered as she pulled the unwilling girl towards the blackness. Suddenly the dark entrance filled with a dazzling light as Mel found the switch. The light showed a wooden staircase with banisters both sides which Missy now found herself pushed onto. Jenny grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her hair back.

 

“Listen you little slut bitch, I’ve had it up to here with you now. You talked back to me the other day, today you refused to do as your customer told you, and now you’re whining like a fucking baby. When we get you downstairs you are going to wish you’d never been born.” Jenny’s voice was harsh and icy, and Missy had no doubt she was going to suffer now.

 

At the bottom of the stairs Missy was turned around and to her horror saw the room was like a medieval dungeon, (deliberately so, Mel found this had a genuinely terrifying effect on the young captives.); rough stone walls, chains hanging from the roof, various implements of torture attached to the wall - some bright and shiny, others black and sinister, plus various benches and trestles with clamps and restraints attached. She stiffened against the older women’s grip as she took it all in; the unrestrained dominance, the knowledge that in here she was going to suffer more pain and degradation than she’d ever known.

 

“Come on, slut.” Mel announced grimly, pulling her towards the centre of the room. “You’re not the first girl who’s been down here.”

 

As Missy dug her feet in to try and resist Mel’s dragging Jenny slipped her hand down under the young girl’s short skirt and roughly pressed her fingers against Missy’s still sore pussy.

 

“Mmmm, slut, still wet from when Stephie fucked you, bet you really enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Jenny murmured in her ear.

 

As Jenny expected Missy reacted to her fingers by instinctively moving forwards exactly where Mel was trying to drag her. It only took a few gropes from her owner before Missy was right where the women wanted her. As Missy squirmed in their grip the two women silently took a wrist each and lifted it up to a waiting manacle and despite Missy’s desperate struggles and screams easily clamped the cold metal ring around Missy’s slim wrists.

 

Pointlessly Missy shook her wrists against their metal restraints as the two women slid close to her, their hands pinching and fondling her olive skin in symmetry; working their hands down her lithe body onto her thighs and then down onto her calves before each seizing an ankle and pulling Missy into a star-shape as they clamped shackles onto her legs.

 

Missy panicked and screamed loudly as she found herself spread eagled at the women’s mercy but a couple of sharp slaps on her face rapidly subdued her.

 

Jenny gripped Missy’s jaw tightly in her hand, her eyes flashing with a dazzling malevolence.

 

“Right, slut, I’ve had it up to here with your attitude, now you’re going to discover what disobeying me means.”

 

Missy’s eyes showed her fear; she tried to offer grovelling apologies to her Mistress but her jaw was held shut by Jenny’s steely grip.

 

With a scowl Jenny moved to the girl’s side and gripped her waist with her left arm, her free hand alternating between caressing and pinching Missy’s ass.

 

“Please, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t hurt me.” Missy wailed as she felt Jenny’s nails digging into her ass cheeks.

 

“Too late for that now, slut.” Jenny hissed in her ear. “Hmmmm, such a gorgeous ass, maybe I should fuck it right now.” Her finger’s slid between Missy’s ass cheeks, one of her finger tips pressing against Missy’s virgin hole making the young girl thrash wildly in her chains.

 

Suddenly Jenny swung her hand back and started to rain hard slaps on Missy’s behind.

 

“Owwwww, please, owwww” Missy shrieked in protest as she rattled her chains in a pointless attempt to escape.

 

Relentlessly Jenny carried on spanking her slave, watching with aroused satisfaction as the olive toned skin of her ass turned a blotchy red, hearing with aroused satisfaction as Missy begged, screamed and sobbed with each slap.

 

Mel now reappeared from the other side of the dungeon and stood in front of the sobbing school-girl, she reached out and pulled one of Missy’s large nipples, making the girl’s eyes snap open. Missy felt a new wave of unease as she noticed the sadistic grin on Mel’s face as she held up her other hand.

 

Missy stared blankly at the shiny metal objects in Mel’s hand; they looked like 2 safety pins except they were extremely narrow – barely ¼ of an inch wide and they were linked by a silver chain.

 

Jenny had stopped spanking her now and pressed her body against Missy’s as she whispered in her ear.

 

“Know what they are slut?”

 

With a mounting sense of dread Missy shook her head, her mouth was dry in apprehension. Whatever they were she sensed they were meant to inflict pain on her.

 

“Show her Mel.” Jenny cooed.

 

Very slowly Mel started to stroke one of Missy’s nipples, gently pulling it towards her, massaging it between her thumb and forefinger in such a way that, to Missy’s shame and horror, it began to respond to Mel’s finger work.

 

“Slut likes having her titties stroked?” Mel asked in a soft voice, her other hand opening one of the pins.

 

Missy gave a low gurgle in reply, after the pain of Jenny’s spanking Mel’s gentle caress was having a disturbing affect on her young body, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back as Mel delicately pulled the brown nipple further forward.

 

Without warning a bolt of pain shot through Missy’s body, her nipple felt as if it was on fire. Dumbstruck she opened her eyes and looked down at the source of the pain; attached to her nipple was one of the ‘safety pins’,  her nipple painfully squeezed into it’s vicious grip. Missy felt dizzy with shock as the worst pain she had ever known started to throb through her breast. She screamed in agony and writhed against the metal shackles holding her.

 

The two women laughed at her reaction and Mel, none too gently this time took her other nipple in one hand and clipped the other nipple clamp onto it.

 

She stepped back, hooking her finger under the clamp’s linking chain as she did, giving it a sharp tug causing sharp jabs of pain, like needle pricks, in Missy’s breasts.

 

Tears coursed down Missy’s face as she sobbed and begged for the clamps to be removed but Jenny’s only response was to start spanking her again, each slap making her breasts jiggle causing her even more pain.

 

Missy clamped her eyes shut and howled as Jenny’s hand assaulted her ass while Mel tortured her by flicking the linking chain of the clamps.  Jenny was extremely aroused now and, hitching her skirt up, began to rub her pussy against Missy’s thigh, her arm round the girl’s waist pulling her closer. As she approached an orgasm she muttered in Missy’s ear.

 

“Sexy fucking slut, like your titty clamps?  Just the beginning for you, slut. Going to do as you’re told in future?”

 

Missy nodded tearfully as she felt Jenny’s wetness on her thigh through the older woman’s panties, then she jerked her head as Mel twisted the chain making both clamps pull harder on her abused nipples.

 

“Want us to put some weights on your clamps, slut? Or have you learned your lesson?”

 

The initial sharp pain of the clamps had by now given way to a dull throbbing ache, but the idea of more pain being inflicted on her made Missy shake her head while blabbering that she had learned her lesson.

 

Mel gave another twist of the slender chain.

 

“Tell your mistress how sorry you are, slut.”

 

“I’m truly sorry, mistress.” Missy sobbed in a faltering voice as Jenny slowly rubbed her pussy up and down her tethered thigh.

 

“Mmmmmmm.” She murmured as she came down from her orgasmic high. “I think slut here needs a while to reflect on her misbehaviour, what do you think Mel?”

 

“Right, Jenny. Shall I get the ‘candlestick’?”

 

“Good idea, hon.” Jenny exclaimed, a sadistic tone in her voice making Missy fear the worst.

 

Mel returned dragging a metal pole on a heavy base. Missy’s wet eyes widened in terror. Her mind racing with fearful ideas of what it could be used for.

 

Mel positioned the pole directly under Missy’s pussy and fiddled with a knob on the side which enabled her to adjust the height.

 

Jenny meanwhile had gone to one of the tables along the wall of the dungeon and walked back in full view of the terrified girl brandishing a vibrator.

 

“I’m not convinced you’re fully aware of the consequences of disobeying my instructions, slut. My little friend here is going to give you an intensive course in obedience.”

 

“Please, mistress, please I’m sorry, I have learnt my lesson, honest.”

 

Jenny squatted down in front of the chained girl and put the vibrator in the hollow cup at the top of the pole.

 

“Save your breath, slut, you’ll need all your energy soon enough.” She murmured as she spread Missy’s pussy lips as Mel raised the pole so that the vibrator was pushed into the girl’s pussy.

 

Jenny flicked the switch and the phallus immediately started to work on the school-girl.

 

“Noooooooooo” Missy howled as she felt the first effects of the vibrator on her pussy still sore from Stephanie’s fucking. She knew that inevitably it would make her come and that she couldn’t do anything about it. Wildly she tried to move off the teasing phallic tip but her chained position made any movement virtually impossible, plus any wild thrashings on her part reminded her of how tightly her nipples were clamped.

 

She looked at the two women in front of her, her crying eyes pleading for mercy. She found none, only the lustful looks of the older women as they watched their young toy struggling in vain.

 

Mel slipped a hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy as she watched Missy’s body shaking as the vibrator edged her closer to an orgasm. Missy gave one last imploring gaze before she snapped her head back, eyes shut, as she was forcibly orgasmed.

 

“Seeing as you’re having such fun, slut, we’ll leave you to it.” Jenny laughed and both women turned to leave.

 

“Noooooo, please, please take it out, please Mistress.” Missy whined as the Jenny and Mel climbed the stairs in silence, ignoring her desperate pleas.

 

At the top Jenny turned. “We’ll be back in a couple of hours, slut. Don’t scream too loudly, you’ll only attract the rats.”

 

Missy shut her eyes again, she heard the door shut. Then the light went out. Soon the only sounds in the room were the low, relentless buzz of the vibrator and Missy’s short breaths and sobs as she was forced to come again and again until her pussy burnt like it was on fire.

 

When Mel and Jenny returned later they found Missy barely conscious and bathed in sweat; she gave little response as Jenny knelt down to switch off the vibrator and lower it out of Missy’s sore and abused pussy. Jenny smirked as she saw how swollen and red Missy’s pussy lips were and she couldn’t resist twisting them with her fingers making Missy moan in pain.

 

“Hope you learnt your lesson slut.” Mel told her as she started to unchain Missy’s arms and legs but Missy gave no reply, merely slumping to the ground as her weary arms were freed.

 

Eventually both women dragged the semi-comatose girl from the dungeon and back to her room where they undressed her and, after cuffing her wrists behind her back left her alone to cry herself to sleep.

 

Mercifully for Missy she was left alone for the next 48 hours apart from Mel bringing her food and taking her to the toilet, but she knew this respite would be only temporary.

 

Missy was sleeping as best she could with her hands cuffed behind her; at first she’d found it very uncomfortable but now she was able to drift off for a few hours at a time.

 

She was jerked awake by the sound of her door being unlocked and she sensed someone entering the room; the light was still off so Missy had no idea which woman it was. She felt her visitor sit on the bed and shake her shoulders to wake her.

 

“Wake up, slut.” Missies recognised Mel’s voice in the darkness at the same time as she felt the hand slide round onto her breast and start to pinch and squeeze one of her nipples. “Come on, slut, wake up.”

 

Missy felt Mel’s other hand pushing between her thighs, two of her fingers pressing into her pussy still tender from the auto-fucking the vibrator had given her a few days previously.

 

“Please, no, please stop.” Missy whined as Mel’s hands continued their assault on her, she writhed on her bed as Mel got onto the bed, her body pressing against Missy’s back, her hot breath on Missy’s neck.

 

The darkness was adding to Missy’s fear as Mel pushed her fingers between the girl’s pussy lips, instinctively Missy clamped her legs together but this only resulted in Mel giving Missy’s nipple a savage twist and pull.

 

“Open your fucking legs slut.” Mel hissed angrily, her lips only inches from Missy’s ear. The tone of the voice and the severe pain in her nipple subdued Missy’s resistance and she nervously relaxed her legs.

 

At once Mel’s fingers wormed their way into Missy’s pussy and started to rub her clit, at the same time Mel’s other hand renewed it’s mauling of the girl’s breasts.

 

Missy’s body shook with resigned sobs as the older woman molested her, to add to her humiliation Mel’s fingers on her clit were beginning to turn her on.

 

Mel felt the slight wetness in Missy’s pussy and pressed her body harder against the naked school-girl.

 

“Come for me, slut.” She panted as she rubbed her own crotch against Missy’s tied hands, she could feel Missy’s fingers through her skirt and her pussy was on fire now.

 

“Come for me, slut, come you worthless little bitch.”

 

Missy felt her nails digging into her breast as Mel started to thrust her crotch against her hands, she was powerless to resist the effect the woman’s fingers were having on her clit. She cried and shook her head as Mel expertly aroused her. She knew that the sooner she came the sooner this assault would be over, but the degradation of being masturbated by the older woman was too much to bear.

 

“Come for me, you fucking bitch.” Mel hissed, her breath hot and moist on Missy’s neck, her fingers alternating between rubbing and gently pinching the young girl’s clit.

 

“Nooooooooo.” Missy cried out as she started to come, her wail of despair smoothly changing into a breathless gasp as she came onto Mel’s fingers.

 

Mel ground herself against Missy’s hands as she felt the girl come; she pressed her hand against Missy’s pussy, the knuckle of a third finger pushing into the wet lips. She orgasmed, clutching the sobbing school-girl to her as she did.

 

“Sexy little slut.” She cooed into the captive girl’s ear.

 

Still holding Missy tightly she listened to the humiliated sobs of the girl, the clear distress adding to her thrilling sense of dominance.

 

After a minute or so to recover Mel disentangled herself from the crying girl, wiping her sticky fingers on Missy’s firm thighs as she pulled them from her abused pussy.

 

Mel climbed off the bed and padded across the room to the light switch, she blinked as the light came on and looked over at the bed and felt a renewed sense of arousal. Missy was lying on her side, her back towards Mel, she’d drawn her legs up under her and her body was being wracked with sobs. Mel smirked to herself, thinking of the fun she’d be able to have with that firm, young body after the fun planned for that evening.

 

Despite her eyes being shut as she cried Missy sensed the light had come on, she felt even more panicky now; what other depraved acts would Mel do to her next. Pointlessly she flexed her wrists against the now warm steel holding them together, the soreness where the cuffs rubbed her skin just seemed to emphasise her helplessness in the hands of these perverts.

 

Missy felt Mel’s hand on her shoulder again and she gave a short squeal of terror which seemed to amuse Mel no end.

 

“Don’t worry, slut, there’ll be plenty of time for more fun later.” Mel told her in a matter-of-fact voice. The way these women could rape and abuse her one minute and then chat quite normally the next was just another aspect of her ordeal that terrified Missy.

 

“Your owner phoned, she’s given me some instructions about you. I’m to get you ready for a little party she has planned for tonight.”

 

Missy felt her stomach knot in fear at this; she knew that behind the innocent word ‘Party’ was a personal nightmare of abuse and rape.

 

Mel carried on. “She wants you nice and clean, so she’s asked me to get you bathed. Now it’s up to you. Be a good little sex-slut for me now and I’ll let you wash yourself in a nice hot bath, if you don’t please me then I’ll just stick you under a cold shower for 15 minutes. Which do you want?”

 

The chance of having a nice, hot bath with all its memories of her previous life far outweighed the shame and humiliation of performing sexual services for Mel, and Missy gratefully took the offer as Mel knew she would.

 

“I’ll do anything you want.” Missy snivelled, her crying temporarily stopped.

 

“Good slut.” Mel beamed. “Just remember, you’d better.”

 

Missy heard a click as Mel unlocked the cuffs on her wrists and released her arms from the metal rings. Gratefully Missy rubbed her sore wrists, wincing at the red stripe left by the merciless steel.

 

“Over there is your uniform.”  Mel told her, pointing to the far corner of the room. “Put it on and wait for my return. I’ll only be about 10 minutes so don’t make me pissed off by not being ready. Understand?”

 

“Ye, yes.” Missy’s voice showed how much fear Mel and Jenny had already installed in her.

 

Missy, still rubbing her wrists, watched Mel leave the room; she heard the click of the lock as her prison was secured. She looked over at the uniform lying on the floor. She dreaded having to put it on; to be a parody of a naughty school-girl for her tormentors, knowing how much it turned them on to actually be molesting and raping a genuine school-girl. But she also knew that Mel had ordered her to put it on, and she had no doubt that her punishment would be severe if she disobeyed.

 

Briefly she had the idea of attacking Mel when she came back in, overpowering the older woman and escaping to the police, but then reality set in; Mel was bigger and stronger, she had little chance of overpowering her unaided. And what would happen if she tried and failed? What vengeance would they wreak on her?

 

Missy’s eyes misted over yet again as she slowly walked over to the uniform and started to get dressed.

 

When Mel returned she found Missy sitting apprehensively on the bed exactly as instructed. Mel smiled a lascivious smile at the poor girl as she walked towards her. She tossed a strap-on dildo onto the bed next to her; Missy glanced at it, her stomach churning in dreadful anticipation, before her gaze returned to Mel.

 

Mel was wearing only a bath-robe which ended a few inches above her knees, her legs looked tanned and firm. In one hand she carried her ubiquitous riding crop.

 

“Stand up, slut” Mel purred, helping Missy to her feet and positioning herself right behind the girl.

 

Missy froze as Mel’s hands roamed over her uniform, squeezing, pinching, and prodding the girl’s supple, young body. She felt Mel’s chin on her shoulder.

 

“What I want you to do, slut, is to walk to the centre of the room and turn and face me. Understand?”

 

Missy nodded, momentarily distracted by Mel’s fingers slipping under her skirt.

 

“Do it, slut.”

 

Missy followed Mel’s instructions and when she turned saw that Mel was now sitting on the bed, legs crossed, idly swinging her crop.

 

“Mmmmmmmm, you look so hot dressed like that, slut.” Mel told her, and Missy felt her face redden with embarrassment.

 

“Turn around”

 

Obediently Missy turned.

 

“Gorgeous. Lift your skirt, slut.”

 

Missy reached round and lifted her short skirt, revealing her ass, bare apart from the thin string of her thong.

 

“God, what a beautiful ass you have.” Mel drawled. “I must ask Jenny if I can give it a good caning soon.”

 

Missy’s head swam at the idea of being caned, surely Mel was joking, wasn’t she?

 

“Turn to face me.”

 

Missy completed the circle.

 

“Unbutton your blouse, slut.”

 

Seeing the way Mel was swishing her crop through the air Missy didn’t want to antagonise her at all and she swiftly began to undo the buttons on her tight, white blouse.

 

“Open it; pull it out from your skirt.” Mel was finding it hard not to betray her mounting excitement through her voice as Missy’s large breasts were exposed.

 

Missy stood, head bowed in shame, her breasts on full display to this woman who was old enough to be her mother.

 

Mel slowly laid her riding crop on the bed and slipped her hand inside her robe.

 

“Play with your breasts, slut.” Mel’s voice had suddenly got deeper.

 

Stunned, Missy hesitated and looked up, noticing for the first time that Mel was starting to masturbate while watching her. For a second she felt giddy, and then she was brought back to reality.

 

“Play with your fucking breasts, slut. Remember your promise.”

 

Her face burning with shame, Missy slowly raised her hands to her breasts, cupping the large, firm globes in her hand, lifting them upwards.

 

“Mmmm, good slut. Now play with your nipples.”

 

Almost as if she was not connected to herself Missy took her nipples between her fingers and thumbs and gently stroked them.

 

“Pull them outwards, as far as they can go.”

 

Missy obeyed her grip tightening as she pulled her large nipples outwards, almost as if she was offering them to her instructress.

 

“Keep pulling them, don’t you dare let go, slut.”  Mel’s was panting slightly now, her fingers under her robe stroking her wet pussy as she lustfully noticed the flash of pain on Missy’s face as the girl dutifully hurt herself at the older woman’s bidding.

 

“Keep them there, slut. Now twist them.”

 

Missy winced but obeyed, twisting her own nipples until her eyes watered at the sharp pain.

 

“Keep twisting, slut.” Mel gasped, her fingers pressing gently on her clit.

 

Missy’s face was contorted in agony as she struggled to obey the painful instructions, but fearful of the consequences of disobeying she kept torturing herself.

 

“Ok, slut, let them go.”

 

Instantly Missy complied and released her grip on her nipples, feeling a great release as the pain subsided to a dull ache. Mel purred at the sight of the pain on Missy’s face, and the red marks around her nipples.

 

“Lift your breasts as high as you can slut.”

 

Slightly baffled Missy cupped her breasts again and pushed them upwards as if towards the ceiling.

 

“Now slut, lower your face and lick your nipples.”

 

Missy felt her head swim; lick her own breasts? Just so this woman could bring herself off? For a second or two she hesitated.

 

“Don’t make me crop you, slut.” Mel continued in the same tone. “Just lick them.”

 

Very reluctantly Missy lowered her head and stuck her tongue out; she flicked the tip across one of her nipples.

 

 

“Mmmmmm, very good slut.” Mel cooed, her fingers moving rapidly under her robe. “Now the other one.”

 

Missy switched her tongue to her other breast, dabbing at the sore nipple, coating it in her saliva. Her face red with shame as, out of the corner of her eye she saw Mel masturbating herself.

 

“Very good, slut. Now let go of one of your breasts, good, now slip your free hand under your skirt and play with your pussy.”

 

Again Missy hesitated but a quick, shamed, glance at Mel’s face told her what would happen if she didn’t follow the older woman’s instructions. As if in a trance she slipped a hand under her very short skirt and started to rub her pussy.

 

“Suck your nipple slut.”

 

Missy closed her eyes in self-disgust as she started to suck on her own nipple, suddenly noticing with horror that it began to grow in her mouth, but she knew she dared not stop.

 

“Bite it, you little bitch.” Mel’s voice was getting hoarser as her excitement grew as she watched Missy grip her nipple on her teeth.

 

Mel was in heaven now; in front of her Missy was licking  and biting her breasts and masturbating to order, as she fingered her own pussy she knew she was very close to coming, but wanted to actually be raping the school-girl when she did.

 

She stood up and opened her robe and let it drop to the floor.

 

“I hope you’re properly fingering yourself, slut.” She suddenly asked.

 

Missy nodded, even though she was lying; her skirt, though short still covered her pussy and Mel had no way of seeing that the young girl’s hand was hovering fractionally above her pussy.

 

Mel shrugged, she suspected Missy wasn’t telling the truth and secretly hoped that she wasn’t. She picked up the strap-on from the bed and stepped into the harness.

 

“I hope you are slut, as in a few minutes I’m going to fuck you and the only lubrication you’ll have is how wet you’ve made yourself.”

 

Missy’s eyes widened in horror; she knew she was dry. Desperately, she slipped her fingers under her thong and tried to think of something erotic.

 

Mel pulled the last of the straps tight making her false phallus secure and moved towards Missy.

 

Missy took a step backwards in terror, trying to fend her attacker off with outstretched arms. Mel laughed and brushed the girl’s arms aside and grabbed her hair.

 

Missy screamed and tried to fight her off, but it was a futile effort, the older woman’s fuller, more mature body simply had too much strength for Missy’s more slender, girlish frame and the girl found herself being dragged towards the bed despite her struggles.

 

“Please, please, don’t, let me go, you bitch, you sick bitch.” Missy’s protests trailed off into a series of sobs as she was pushed face down on the bed.

 

Mel pressed her body on top of her victim, her weight pressing Missy down into the mattress. She pressed her mouth close to Missy’s ear.

 

“You’ll regret calling me that, you worthless piece of trash.” She hissed.

 

Missy shook with fear as she felt Mel’s hand pushing her skirt upwards and then pushing her thighs apart. She screamed as she felt the tip of the strap-on press against her thong, pushing it into her ass-hole. God, not that.

 

Mel snarled in her ear again. “Maybe I should rape your ass-hole for your bad language, slut? Would you like that?”

 

Missy shook her head. “Please, not that, please, I beg you.” She sobbed.

 

Mel laughed dryly; she knew she’d promised not to sodomise Missy until Jenny had, but Missy didn’t know that and she wanted the girl to be very afraid.

 

“Say sorry, slut. Say ‘I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m sorry I’m a worthless piece of fuck-slut.’”

 

Mel gave a slight push against Missy’s hole to reinforce her threat, making the young girl scream loudly.

 

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I’m sorry I’m a worthless piece of fuck-slut.” Missy wailed.

 

Mel felt her pussy throb as Missy debased herself beneath her. Time to fuck, she thought. Kneeling up she gripped the girl’s hips and lifted her ass into the air and flipped her skirt onto her back. Hooking her thumbs inside Missy’s thong she rolled the flimsy piece of string down the girl’s thighs.

 

Missy buried her face in the mattress as her thighs were pushed apart and then she felt Mel placing the tip of her strap-on against her pussy. Missy gave a garbled shriek as Mel gripped her hips and pushed herself into the girl.

 

Mel roughly began to thrust in and out loving the shrieks coming from her victim, the lack of lubrication meant each thrust was causing maximum pain to the school-girl, and soon the only sound Missy was making was a low, continuous moan.

 

Missy cried and gasped for breath as each painful thrust from Mel caused a new jolt of pain; her pussy felt red-raw, she felt as if she really was being split open.

 

Mel showed no sign of slowing down; she dug her nails into Missy’s smooth skin as her frenzy mounted.

 

“Like this, bitch? Do you like it? Do you like me fucking you, slut?” She panted; her own arousal was nearing its pitch now.

 

Missy buried her head under her arms, an incoherent jumble of words and noises came from her mouth as her body jerked forward with each savage thrust of Mel’s hips.

 

“You’re my fuck-slut, you’re a piece of trash, we’re going to fuck you whenever we want, slut.” Mel’s words were getting faster now as she began to come.

 

“Slut, little slut, fuck-slut, yes, yes, yesssssssss.”

 

Her nails dug deeper into Missy’s olive tanned skin as she gave a deep thrust and held herself in. Then gave a couple of smaller thrusts as she came, her whole body shaking. Draping herself over Missy’s back, she slipped her hands under the girl to squeeze and pinch her breasts.

 

Missy gave one last moan as Mel’s fingers squeezed her breasts, her salty tears seeping into her open mouth as she lay there.  Then she screamed again as Mel pulled out of her and rolled over onto her side, hugging herself as she cried.

 

Mel, breathing heavily, glanced indifferently at the girl she’d just raped sobbing in pain on the bed. Totally detached, she undid the clasps on her strap-on and stepped out of it, put on her robe and left the room without saying a word.

 

Missy lay curled up crying to herself, her arms wrapped around her, her pussy felt red raw from Mel’s brutal rape and the pain was doubled by her sense of total despair at her future life. Was this all there was ever going to be?

 

A while later Missy heard the door to her windowless room being unlocked and Mel came in with some food which she made sure Missy eat after some reluctance. Then she led the naked girl out and down the hallway to another room.

 

Mel turned to Missy as she opened the door. “I promised you that you could bath yourself.”

 

The door swung open to reveal a plain white tiled bathroom consisting of just a bath and a toilet. A shaft of sunlight through the skylight showed it was daytime; the first indication of time Missy had had in days.

 

“You have one hour to get yourself cleaned up for your owner.” Mel told her as she ushered the girl inside before locking her in.

 

Missy was too grateful at first just being able to soak in a bath to worry about anything else; the warm water helped sooth the ache in her pussy, but then she started to get seriously concerned about things. What monstrosity were Jenny and her evil friends planning for her next?

 

Mel returned on time and threw a towel on the floor.

 

“Time to get out, slut”

 

At first Missy didn’t move, but when Mel threatened to dry her off herself she got out rapidly and towelled herself off trying to ignore Mel staring lustfully at her.

 

Back in her room Missy found Jenny waiting for her, she stiffened as she saw the woman who’d enslaved her but Mel prodded her in the back and hissed.

 

“Greet your mistress, Slut.”

 

Jenny raised an eyebrow and produced a riding crop from behind her back and Missy needed no further prompting.

 

“Good evening, Mistress.”

 

Jenny beamed at the naked girl in front of her. “Good evening to you, slut. I hear that you were very good for Mel today. That’s good; it shows you’re beginning to accept your position.”

 

Missy shook her head but Jenny ignored her and carried on.

 

“I’ve brought a TV and VCR, there’s something I think you’d like to see.”

 

Missy followed the direction the remote in Jenny’s hand was pointing and saw that, indeed, there was now a TV with a VCR connected in the room.

 

Still puzzled Missy watched as the TV came to life followed by the whirling of the VCR.

 

“I taped this off the news last night.” Jenny calmly announced as Missy heard the familiar tune of the local news program. Then her world collapsed as the newsreader started to talk.

 

“Good evening, Police this afternoon charged Mr. Ray Milano with the murder of his daughter Melissa ‘Missy’ Milano. This followed what police described as ‘a significant breakthrough’ this morning.”

 

Missy sat down on the bed in disbelief; on what grounds could the police charge her Father with her murder? Her eyes filled with tears at the idea of her Father in a jail cell and the rest of the tape simply passed her by.

 

Jenny saw Missy’s face crumple with the news and knew she wasn’t taking any more in, wanting to complete Missy’s mental disintegration she started to fill in a few gaps.

 

“Bet you’re wondering how this happened aren’t you, slut? Well, we’ve been rather busy in the last few days setting your Dad up. Firstly Chrissy e-mailed him some information from the PTA at your school which was routine enough but she’d attached a virus to it which downloaded loads of pornographic pictures of young girls. Neat, huh?”

 

Missy’s jaw dropped as Jenny carried on.

 

“Remember that car crash your Father was in a while back? He was treated at the same Hospital Mel works at.”

 

Mel butted in here. “I probably saw you if you came to visit him, funny world, isn’t it. Anyway, we still had some tissue samples from him, so I sort of ‘borrowed’ them for Jenny.”

 

Jenny took up the story again. “Remember the underwear you had on before I bought you? I put the samples on them and dumped them in the countryside and made sure a concerned citizen tipped off the police.  Course, once they Police were focussed on your Father it was only a matter of time before they looked into his PC and found all the pictures of underage girls.”

 

Mel laughed at the obvious distress on Missy’s face.

 

“As you know, slut, Texas is rather keen on enforcing the death penalty for murder.”

 

Missy burst into more sobs at the idea of her Father being executed for her murder, surely that couldn’t happen, could it?

 

Jenny read her thoughts well. “We’ve got a few more pieces of evidence up our sleeve to ensure the police believe you’re dead, so basically slut, you no longer exist. Oh cheer up, for Christ’s sake, you know how long the law takes to execute anyone here, I’m sure whoever owns you in 10 years or so will let you watch the news broadcast of your Father’s execution.”

 

Jenny stared at Missy, crying on the bed, for a minute, before turning off the TV. Time to get the evening’s entertainment started, she thought.

 

“Your uniform is over there, put it on.” She snapped and turned away.

 

These words barely penetrated Missy’s ears; she was still torn up by the way these evil women had framed her innocent Father. Why couldn’t they just be satisfied with kidnapping her, why did they have to try and destroy her family too?

 

“Do as you’re fucking well told, slut.” Jenny yelled at her, real anger in her voice

 

Missy felt Mel drag her off the bed and push her towards the clothes on the chair and she knew she had no choice but to obey.  Reluctantly as always, and with the same sense of shame, she put on the uniform Jenny had designed for her very conscious of the two women ogling her as she did.

 

Missy was still puzzled by what Jenny’s intentions were; her owner was wearing a loose fitting skirt and a blouse – she didn’t look like she meant to do anything to her slave, but somehow Missy doubted it.

 

Once she was dressed Jenny walked behind her, grabbed her wrists and cuffed them ignoring the school-girl’s pleas. Then Missy was escorted by the two women down the hallway and stairs to the room where she had been auctioned off. Her stomach knotted in panic when she was led inside. Miss Bailey and Elizabeth were sitting on the couch facing the door, grinning wickedly at her.

 

Missy froze but Mel and Jenny marched her to the centre of the room. Mel stepped back from the shivering, terrified girl as Jenny gripped her shoulders and stood in front of her.

 

 

“Now I know we’ve used our strap-on’s on your pussy already, but there’s one last thing I have to do to prepare you for your new life. Do you know what it is?” Jenny raised an eyebrow as Missy dumbly shook her head. “I’m going to rape your virgin ass-hole” She calmly announced.

 

A desperate cry of fear began behind Missy’s gag and she moved forward from the wall, her eyes wide with fear, but Jenny merely laughed and pushed her back with one hand while unzipping her skirt with the other, it dropped to the floor revealing her stockings and suspenders and, tucked into the inside of one of her stockings, the plastic dick of a strap-on. Jenny swiftly stepped out of her skirt and seized hold of Missy as she tried to run.

 

“No use struggling, slut” Jenny grimly told her as she grabbed a handful of hair and dragged her towards the couch, Missy was screaming as loudly as she could into the gag with fear and pain as her hair was twisted hard and she was bundled towards the couch. Miss Bailey and Elizabeth stood up leaving the couch empty as Jenny dragged the struggling girl closer. Jenny pushed her down onto her knees in front of the couch, and pressed her upper body down onto the cushions, muffling Missy’s screams even more.

 

With her heavy breathing revealing the state of her excitement as much as her wet pussy Jenny knelt besides her victim and pinned her down by her neck,  with her free hand she hoisted the girls short skirt completely up revealing her bottom. It was too tempting to resist, and for the umpteenth time that weekend she spanked Missy’s bottom hard.

 

Her excitement mounting at the sight of Missy’s helplessness, her bound hands clutching at nothing, and her legs kicking feebly, Jenny was almost intoxicated at her power over the girl. She abruptly stopped the spanking and moved round to be behind her, pushing her legs apart with her knees, spreading her cheeks with one hand, making Missy give one last display of resistance as she realised what was imminent.

 

Jenny leant forward, her body pressing the slight girl further into the sofa’s cushions, Missy turned her head to the side to breathe and Jenny placed her mouth close to her ear as let go of Missy’s neck and slid her arm under her waist.

 

“Ready, little slut” she hissed “Remember, the more you struggle, the more it will hurt, and you’re going to have to get used to this from now on”

 

All the time she was saying this her other hand was placing the tip of her strap-on against Missy’s rectum, and pressing hard against the unyielding sphincter.

 

In desperation Missy garbled something into her gag as she felt the hard, plastic tip pressing against her, trying to violate her hole. She shook her head in terror and tried to resist it, but Jenny was remorselessly pushing into her, the arm round her waist holding her firmly in place, almost like a butterfly under a monstrous pin.

 

Jenny grunted as she pushed, she’d deliberately decided to use no lubrication as she sodomised Missy to maximise the pain and subsequent submission, but it made for hard work as she pushed relentlessly into her terrified victim. The struggle Missy was putting up wasn’t as great as she’d expected, but as she pushed harder and harder against the girl’s anus the muffled shrieks grew in volume.

 

“Come on, you little whore, take it all” Jenny panted as she pressed more, and saw the tears running down Missy’s face from her eyes screwed shut in pain.

 

Missy felt as if she was being split open, despite her best efforts she suddenly felt the tip of the strap-on slip inside her, and heard Jenny sigh in pleasure, the pain re-doubled as the wider shaft followed the tip, stretching her ring wide.

 

Jenny came as the tip finally forced it’s way inside Missy – the pressure on her clit from the strap-on’s battle to get inside her pinned victim had been divine and the release as she finally got in was tremendous, and she dropped forward onto Missy’s back and for a minute she stayed in that position, then lifted herself up again and carried on pushing her way deeper in. Now she was inside Missy she started to thrust in and out, forcing the shaft deeper and deeper into Missy’s ass, making her scream and shake as the pain shot through her.

 

Missy tried to arch up but Jenny grabbed her head and pushed it back down, her fingers twisting Missy’s hair around them, giving her a painful grip on the ravished girl.

 

“Come on, you bitch, take it all, be a lezzy ass-whore” Jenny virtually snarled this as she jerked back on Missy’s hair, twisting her head to show a face contorted in pain.

 

With a final thrust Jenny got the whole of the plastic phallus inside her, her hips were now pressed against Missy’s bottom and she ground her flesh against that of the sobbing girl, she lowered her self onto Missy’s back and whispered in her ear.

 

“Good girl, I knew you could take it, I knew you’d like it”

 

This was a clear lie, as Missy’s sobs made all to clear, but Jenny couldn’t give a damn about the girls feelings, all that mattered was her own pleasure and she ground her hips against Missy’s ass again and again until she came a second, and a third time.

 

Only then did she slowly ease herself out of her victim, which was equally painful for Missy.

 

Jenny knelt back behind her sobbing victim, and gave her bottom one last, heavy slap, and then she lay back on the carpet, shattered.

 

Pulling herself together Jenny turned to the other women who had spent the assault fingering themselves and also securing their strap-ons, lubricating the thick shafts in preparation.

 

“Come on Mel, fuck this slut.”

 

Missy moaned as she heard this but had no chance to move before she felt Mel’s hands, first on her hips, then on her ass cheeks, spreading them before pushing the greased tip of her strap-on into Missy’s abused hole.

 

“God, I wanted to do this to you earlier, slut.” Mel hissed as she pushed her phallus deeper inside the young girl, making her scream again and again. Mel slid one hand up Missy’s back and took a fistful of her brown hair, pulling her head back as she thrust in and out of the girl’s ass.

 

Tears were streaming down Missy’s face, and her eyes were clenched shut due to the pain from her hair being pulled and the searing pain as her ass-hole was spread wide by Mel’s thick shaft. Missy’s wailing was only slightly increased by Mel’s other hand pulling and pinching her nipples through her blouse.

 

Mel’s thrusts became more brutal as she could feel an orgasm approaching; she stiffened, her nails digging into Missy’s olive tanned skin again as she came.

 

Mel stayed in that position for a few seconds before easing herself out and sitting back on her legs gazing at Missy’s ass in front of her, getting aroused again by the site of it convulsing as Missy sobbed.

 

Mel hauled herself to her feet and high-fived Chrissy as they swapped places like some sort of deviant tag-team. The teacher knelt down behind her former pupil and placed the tip of her strap-on against Missy’s oiled hole.

 

Missy gave a low moan of fear as Chrissy started to push herself inside her, slipping an arm around the girl’s slender waist to hold her prey still.

 

Missy froze with shock as her former teacher leant forward and whispered in her ear. “Mmmmmm, I’m going to enjoy this.” As she was saying this her fingers were curling round Missy’s hair and as soon as she had a tight grip pulled Missy’s head right back as far as it would go. “If I visit your Dad in prison I’ll be sure to send him your love.”

 

With that Chrissy drove her strap-on deep into Missy’s ass. Missy gave an ear piercing scream as her teacher pushed straight in without any pause. This sound only served to increase Chrissy’s lust and she started to pound in and out of Missy, at the same time she slid her free arm round Missy’s waist and pushed her fingers between the cushions and Missy’s pussy. Chrissy managed to press a finger between Missy’s lips so that her thrusts into the girl’s ass was forcing her pussy onto her finger.

 

Missy felt Miss Bailey’s finger tip slip between her lips and felt it wiggling about, brushing her clit. Despite the pain from the forced sodomy the sensation of her pussy being rhythmically pressed against the older woman’s finger was having an effect on the young girl.

 

Chrissy grinned and turned to the other 3 when she realised her fingering was working.

 

“Your slut’s getting wet, Jenny.” She panted, still slamming herself into Missy. “Looks like she’ll be a natural.”

 

The 3 spectators whooped and cheered as Chrissy drove herself completely inside Missy’s ass so that her thighs were slapping against Missy’s ass cheeks.

 

Her finger went into spasms on Missy’s clit as she came, her breasts pressing down on Missy’s back as she let go of the girl’s hair.

 

“God, what a fuck, what a fuck.” Was all Chrissy could mutter as she gently came down from her high. Missy buried her face in the couch, her sobs were now one long semi-hysterical moan, and she made no movement as Chrissy pulled her strap-on out; like a fucked-out rag doll.

 

Elizabeth stepped forward to take her turn; kneeling beside the motionless school-girl instead of behind her she ran her hands over her abused ass, down between her legs, rubbing the edge of her hand against Missy’s pussy.

 

She laughed. “The little slut is wet; guess she does like being an ass-whore. Who’d have thought it?”

 

Without warning she raised her hand and brought it down on Missy’s ass making the girl yelp and jerk about. Taking hold of Missy’s neck to hold her steady Elizabeth started to give Missy a severe spanking, landing blow after blow on the young girl’s olive cheeks and thighs. The tight grip Elizabeth had on Missy’s neck prevented her from making any attempt to avoid the spanking although her ass jiggled and moved about as best it could.

 

“Stay still, slut.” Elizabeth snarled, aiming a few swipes at the inside of Missy’s thighs which produced noticeably louder squeals.

 

Elizabeth was getting very aroused now and suddenly stopped the spanking and swiftly moved round between Missy’s feebly kicking legs. Gripping Missy’s hips with one hand she placed her strap-on against Missy’s abused and enlarged ass-hole with the other and pushed it easily inside just a fraction, then she gripped hold of Missy’s hips with both her hands and started to push and pull the young girl onto her plastic dick.

 

“Come on, slut” She panted “Ride my cock, little slut.”

 

Elizabeth had a lot of strength in her arms and she had not trouble in dragging the young girl up and down her greased shaft as she screamed in agony.

 

“Ride it, you whore, lezzy ass-whore.” Elizabeth’s words were getting hoarser as the pressure from Missy’s weight mounted on her clit.

 

Slowly Elizabeth inched her hands up Missy’s body so that soon she was able to lift Missy backwards off the couch and effectively impale her on her strap-on. Missy shrieked loudly as Elizabeth’s arms wrapped themselves around her, holding her tightly onto the plastic phallus, which was now being jerked upwards inside her.

 

Jenny and the others watched mesmerised as the larger, older woman, threw the slender girl in her arms around like a toy.

 

Elizabeth’s words became more and more garbled as she started to come.

 

“Slut, ride it. Ride it. Slut. You fucking slut. Ride it. Ahhhhhhhh. God, God, yesssss, oh you slut, you worthless slut.” She buried her face against Missy’s shoulder as she came, biting the girl through her blouse.

 

As she sat back on her legs Elizabeth loosened her tight grip on Missy and guided her to the floor, pulling her strap-on out as she did. Then she stood up a bit shakily, but smiling broadly at Jenny and her friends, not giving the abused girl a second look.

 

Walking over to her friends Elizabeth said loudly. “She’s some fuck, Jenny, that was one of the best ass-fucks I’ve ever bought.”

 

“You’re welcome, honey.” Missy’ owner and pimp giggled in reply.

 

Missy lay on the floor gabbling incoherently, her ass felt as if it had been ripped open. She closed her eyes not wanting to see anything else, ever.

 

Her hopes that she would be left alone were quickly dashed as Jenny hauled her to her feet by her hair, Missy tried to stand quickly but found it difficult because of her tied hands but was still hauled painfully up.

 

The other 3 women acted as if Missy simply didn’t exist now, they’d had their way with her and she was no longer in their world. They chatted amongst themselves as Jenny led the raped girl from the room.

 

Back in her room Jenny undid her cuffs and told her curtly to undress. Missy eyed her mistrustfully as she slipped the blouse from her shoulders and stepped out of her skirt. Her ass was still aching from it’s gang-rape and she didn’t put it past Jenny to ravish it some more.

 

“Lie on the bed, facing the TV.” Jenny ordered as she herself started to undress before moving around the other side of the bed after placing a mirror on top of the TV.

 

“Give me your hands, slut.”

 

Missy felt a pain in her stomach as she put her hands behind her for Jenny to bind together using a thing cord; she knew she was about to get fucked again in either her sore ass or her pussy, or possibly both.

 

Missy felt Jenny climb onto the bed behind her and then heard the dread buzz of a vibrator followed by the pulsating tip being drawn idly over her shoulders, she felt Jenny’s full breasts pressing into her back as her owner pressed herself against her.

 

“Right slut, there is a video I want you to watch, see the mirror on top of the TV? If you make any attempt to look away or anything like it I’ll leave this vibrator in your ass overnight. Do you understand?”

 

After the experience in the dungeon Missy understood only too well.

 

“Yes, I understand.”

 

“Yes what?” Jenny’s icy voice was close to her ear, the vibrator trailing down the front of her body.

 

“Yes, Mistress.” Missy stammered in fear.

 

“Good slut.” Jenny cooed as she retrieved the remote from under the bed and clicked the TV and video into life.

 

For a few seconds the screen was routine fuzz then suddenly Missy recognised the inside of a car, the camera was clearly hand held so Missy couldn’t see who was holding it but she quickly recognised Elizabeth in the front seat and Mel behind the wheel. The video was clearly a few years old as both women were looking younger, Elizabeth in her mid 40’s, Mel in her mid 30’s. At first Missy thought there was no sound until the person holding the camera spoke as the lens focussed on Elizabeth as she turned round to speak to whoever.

 

“I still don’t understand why she can’t just take a Mexican girl, hell, there’s enough of them.” Missy recognised the voice and laugh of Miss Bailey, her former teacher.

 

“I asked her the same thing, Chrissy, seems Mexican street girls are used to being brutalised, she says American girls aren’t.” Elizabeth explained in a chatty voice.

 

“Maybe she had a bad experience with an American girl once.” Mel laughed causing the camera to swing onto her.

 

The screen went black for a second, then it was back to the interior of the car again, clearly some hours had passed as it was now night time and they were driving through a city.

 

“There are a few here she’d go for, Elizabeth, but there’s too many people around to risk it.”

 

The camera panned along the street taking in the passers-by, lingering on a few young girls.

 

“Yeah, it’s a shame, but I don’t want to get caught doing this. Let’s swing by in a couple of hours.”

 

The screen went black again, then came back to life, they were still driving in the city but a different part.

 

“This is really beginning to piss me off, hon.” Mel said to Elizabeth. “We’ve been driving around for hours now and seen no-one we can take. Shall we just call it a day?”

 

“Guess so.” Elizabeth said in a resigned tone.

 

Miss Bailey kept the camera going on the journey out of the city, the conversation drifted in and out. Miss Bailey talked about a few of the girls at school she had her eye on, judging by the names, none of whom Missy had heard of, the video had been shot before she started at the school. Elizabeth and Mel talked of girls they’d abducted and sold off, relishing the fun they’d had with them.

 

Soon the city faded and it was just the dark highway home. Suddenly Mel spotted something.

 

“Wow, what’s she doing out here at this time.”

 

The camera focussed on a young girl hitching at the side of the road, she put a hand over here eyes as the headlights dazzled her as the car came to a halt. Elizabeth wound her window down.

 

“Hi Honey, want a lift?”

 

The relief on the girl’s face as she realised the car contained only women was evident.

 

“Sure, I was getting a bit scared out here.”

 

“Hop in.”

 

The girl got into the back seat next to Chrissy who played the camera onto her; she was young, about14 or 15, shoulder length blonde hair, pretty with an innocent smile. She was wearing a denim jacket buttoned right up and a short brown suede mini skirt with bare legs beneath and a pair of pixie boots on her feet. She smiled nervously at the camera as the car pulled away not noticing Mel and Elizabeth checking the mirrors for any other vehicles before smiling knowingly at each other as they saw the coast was clear.

 

“What’s with the camera?” The girl asked Chrissy.

 

“Just a hobby of mine, hon.”

 

Elizabeth turned around in her seat to talk to their new passenger before she could ask any more questions. “So what’s a young thing like you doing out here at this time?”

 

The girl turned from looking at the camera not noticing that it was now zooming in on her thighs. “I missed the bus from the city, I’ve been to a concert and it ended a bit later than I thought.”

 

“Who was playing?”

 

“Kid Rock, he’s delish” the girl giggled.

 

“What’s your name, honey” Mel asked, glancing into the mirror.

 

“Julie.”

 

“How old are you, Julie?”

 

“Nearly 15” she said with an almost defiant tone.

 

“So 14, then.” Elizabeth laughed.

 

“I’m surprised your parents let you go on your own at your age.”

 

“That’s why I was getting worried, they don’t know I’m here, they think I’m at a friends house, so I have to get home before the morning.”

 

Mel flashed a knowing look at Elizabeth.

 

“Where do you want to go, Julie.”

 

“Flatiron Roads, do you know it.?”

 

“Think so, I’ve got a map in the trunk. If I stop for a minute could you nip out and get it?” Mel said turning to Elizabeth.

 

“Sure.” Elizabeth nodded and winked.

 

The car stopped and Elizabeth got out and got the map from the trunk but instead of getting back in the front seat she opened the back door and got in next to Julie who looked suddenly nervous.

 

The car pulled away again, Chrissy focussed the camera on Elizabeth sitting next to the small girl like a predator about to devour it’s prey.

 

“So, Julie, you must be pretty grateful to us for stopping.”

 

“Sure am.”

 

Elizabeth slid one hand onto the girls slim knee “Why don’t you show me how grateful you are?”

 

“What do you mean?” Julie asked nervously, staring at Elizabeth’s hand as it squeezed her knee and started a slow move up her thigh.

 

“You’re a pretty thing, I like pretty young girls like you.”

 

“Please stop touching me.” Julie’s voice was getting a bit agitated now.

 

Missy felt the sickening feeling in her stomach again; she knew she was watching an actual abduction, she wanted to shut her eyes, to pretend the whole thing wasn’t happening but the persistent buzz of the vibrator as Jenny played it over her skin reminded her of what would happen if she dared disobey.

 

Missy felt Jenny’s hot breath on her neck as her owners teeth nibbled her ear, whispering all the while.

 

“Isn’t it so horny, watching this?” She pushed the vibrator between Missy’s clamped thighs. “Keep watching, slut, or else.”

 

Missy’s eyes were glued to the screen regardless of Jenny’s threat, mainly like a sort of car-crash moment in that she was unable to look away, but also just the tiniest amount, and she hated to admit it to herself, she was getting aroused by Julie’s plight.

 

On the TV Julie was trying to move Elizabeth’s hand from her leg, suddenly Elizabeth slapped her face very hard.

 

“You listen to me, you little bitch. I want to have some fun with you, and if you try to stop me how’d you like it if we kicked you out here and some bunch of red-necks came along and raped you in their pick-up? You want that?” Elizabeth yelled right into  Julie’s face as the girl cringed and shook her head. “Now, are you going to let me have some fun with you before we drop you home?”

 

“You promise you’ll drop me home if I do as you say?” Julie’s voice sounded on the edge of tears.

 

“Sure we will, honey.” Elizabeth lied blithely, “What do you think we’re going to do, sell you to some Mexican woman. Now, why don’t you unbutton your jacket and let me see your titties.”

 

As Elizabeth said this she slid her hand completely under Julie’s short, brown skirt and pushed her legs apart. Chrissy zoomed the camera in on this as a clearly uncomfortable Julie started to unbutton her jacket, starting to cry as she did.

 

Elizabeth shifted position so she could get a good look as Julie opened her jacket; the t-shirt underneath clearly showed her young breasts beneath. The camera panned onto Julie’s chest as Elizabeth started to remove Julie’s denim jacket from her, ignoring the girl’s protests, pulling her forward in her seat, moving her like a rag-doll as she efficiently stripped the jacket from her.

 

 

“Let’s see what’s under here.” Elizabeth muttered, almost to herself as she started to pull Julie’s t-shirt free from her skirt and up, revealing her breasts.

 

Julie began to scream and struggle so Chrissy clearly had to stop filming for a few seconds as she helped restrain the teenager, the sounds of Julie being overpowered were still caught on the tape. Initially Missy could make out the screams and curses of the trapped girl, rapidly followed by the sound of slaps and the angry voices of the older women and Julie’s subsequent muffled sobs.

 

When the camera came back on it showed a totally different picture; Julie’s hands were tied and lifted above her head by one of Elizabeth’s hands. Julie’s skirt was now pulled up to her waist showing her white cotton panties. Elizabeth’s other hand was inside the girl’s panties, clearly fingering her pussy. Julie’s t-shirt was around her shoulders and her bra had been pulled down showing off her small, firm breasts and Elizabeth was sucking and biting the young girl’s nipples as she fingered her.

 

Some object had been pushed into Julie’s mouth muffling her screams of protest, but over the sound of them she could hear Miss Bailey taunting her.

 

“Guess you’re not going home after all, little one. We’re taking you to our place to really have fun with you.”

 

Mel’s voice cut in from off camera. “Is your garage door open, Liz? I don’t really want to drag the little slut across the driveway.”

 

Elizabeth lifted her head from Julie’s breasts, a small string of saliva temporarily linking her lips and the firm globes.

 

“Sure, just pull right in.” Turning to Julie she smiled grimly. “You brought this in yourself slut, if you’d only let me my fun with you, you’d have been home by now.”

 

This only produced a further burst of screaming from the young girl, but Elizabeth merely shrugged and took her hand from inside the girl’s panties and licked her fingers ostentatiously.

 

“Hmmmm, I love the taste of young pussy.”

 

The screen went black again for a while, but Missy could still hear the sounds of Julie being abused; her sobs and muffled shrieks and the lewd laughter of the 3 women.

 

The scene then jumped to a brightly lit bedroom, the camera was steadier now and Missy guessed it was fixed. On the bed Julie was naked and tied in a star-shape on her back, she was gagged now with a dressing gown sash, her eyes wide with terror as she watched the 3 women, naked now, prowling round her like wolves.

 

Elizabeth sat down on the bed near Julies head and stroked her hair.

 

“Scared, honey?” She sneered, and when the restrained girl nodded merely added. “You’d better be.”

 

Then she picked up the phone on the bedside table and dialled.

 

“Hi, Juanita. Good news, I’ve got one for you. 14. Yeah, she’s a cutie, picked her up out hitching. What? Well, as soon as possible really, but if it’s alright with you we’d like a bit of fun with her first. That’s kind of you. OK, see you about mid-day. Umm, I think we agreed on $5,000, didn’t we? OK, see you then, take care, honey, bye.”

 

Elizabeth stood up and turned to the other two. “She says we can do what we like to her.”

 

Mel and Chrissy grinned and made lewd comments aimed at the tied girl. The 3 women went to a wooden chest in the corner of the room and rummaged about for a bit, before returning with their chose ‘toys’.

 

As Elizabeth lay on the bed next to Julie and started to flick and twist her nipples making the tied girl writhe against her restraints, Mel stepped into her strap-on and tied it secure.

 

“Ever been fucked, slut?” she asked the terrified girl as she climbed onto the bed and knelt between the girl’s spread legs.

 

The shocking realisation of what was about to happen to her suddenly galvanised Julie into life and she started to scream into her gag and thrash about wildly.

 

Mel giggled at the young girl’s fruitless struggles and leant forward over her, one arm supporting her weight as the other guided the tip of the strap-on against the girl’s virgin pussy. Julie arched her back, screaming loudly and wildly into her gag as she felt Mel start to push the rubber phallus into her.

 

Slowly Mel lowered herself down onto the struggling youngster as she penetrated deeper and deeper into her. Julie screamed suddenly as Mel thrust through her hymen, grinning as she took the girl’s virginity.

 

Elizabeth got off the bed, playing with her own pussy as she watched Julie’s slight form pressed  down onto the bed by Mel’s more mature body, the older woman’s full breasts squashing against the young girl’s smaller, more firm ones.

 

Mel thrust in and out, grunting with a deep passion, clearly relishing the tightness of the girl’s pussy, almost burying the slight girl beneath her, dropping her face to kiss and bite her shoulders as she fucked herself to an orgasm, shaking and tensing as the joy of taking the young girl’s virginity made her come rapidly.

 

She lay on top of the traumatised girl for a few seconds, her face nuzzling the girl’s neck before pulling herself out of her with one, quick movement making Julie wince and scream. Mel glanced, satisfied, at the trace of blood on her strap-on as she climbed off the bed as the other 2 women approached , evil lust clearly marked in their eyes.

 

To her disgust Missy suddenly noticed she was becoming wet watching this, her thighs were willingly parting to let Jenny’s vibrator press against her pussy lips, she hung her head in shame at how these evil women had already, in such short time, degraded her to such an extent that the sight of them gang-raping a 14 year old was turning her on. In her ear she could hear Jenny whispering.

 

“I can tell it’s turning you on, slut, it gets better.”

 

On the screen Missy could see Miss Bailey doing something to Julie’s head, her naked, well toned body, temporarily hiding it. Then she stepped back and Missy could see the girl was now wearing a dildo on her face held in place with a series of leather straps which made her face look like it was already behind the bars where the poor girl would spend the rest of her life.

 

As Miss Bailey got onto the bed, kneeling astride the girl’s shoulders Elizabeth was spreading some lubricant on her hand watching as Missy’s teacher gripped the dildo in one hand and guided it onto her pussy, the girl’s terrified eyes flashed for a second before Miss Bailey buried her face beneath her crotch and started to ride up and down on the girl’s face.

 

Elizabeth continued to rub the lubricant onto her hand as she watched, almost mesmerised as Chrissy face fucked the youngster before stepping close to the tied girl and placed her lubed hand on Julie’s inner thigh.

 

For a split second she stared at the familiar sight, to her anyway, of a smear of virginal blood at the top of the girl’s thigh before placing two fingers in between the girl’s ravished pussy lips loving the feeling of the girl tensing up vainly as she started to ease her fingers inside her.

 

Elizabeth could feel Julie’s body jolting each time Chrissy came down on her face dildo, it helped brace the girl’s pussy as Elizabeth slid a third finger inside her before locking her thumb and little finger together and sliding all her digits in.

 

The pain Julie felt as her pussy was stretched by the 40-something woman’s hand could clearly be heard as she screamed and tried to twist herself away from this new violation.

 

Elizabeth grinned to herself as she flexed her fingers inside the captive, she pushed her hand in a bit further until her knuckle ridge pressed against the girl’s stretched lips, the muffled shrieks from under Chrissy’s pussy reached a new crescendo as Elizabeth threw caution to the winds and started to slip the whole of her greased hand inside the girl’s tight pussy.

 

Miss Bailey was still riding up and down on Julie’s dildo mask, the screams coming from behind the rubber phallus, and the frenzied movements of the girl’s body under her told her that Elizabeth was doing something extreme to the young girl and this thought produced another surge of pleasure in her pussy, she rubbed one of her breasts and twisted her head back to see what abuse Elizabeth was inflicting on their toy.

 

She came almost as soon as she saw; Elizabeth had her whole fist inside the girl right up to her wrist, she smiled at Chrissy as she turned her arm slightly producing another long, piercing scream from the victim. Chrissy clamped her thighs tightly around Julie’s face as she took the rubber cock deep inside her as she shuddered to an orgasm, her hands grabbing hold of the girl’s blonde hair to steady herself. She could feel a wetness on the inside of her thighs, but whether it was from her own juices or Julie’s tears she couldn’t tell.

 

Missy finally shut her eyes, Jenny had teased her pussy lips with the vibrator long enough and she was coming as she watched Julie being raped. She tried to stay as still as possible, to hide her shame and degradation but Jenny, pressed tight against her naked body knew she was orgasming.

 

“Mmmmmm, slut, you like watching this, don’t you?”

 

Missy wept silently, shaking her head as she came, feeling the vibrating tip pushing in between her pussy lips. Her last bit of dignity, her knowledge that she was morally better than these perverts had just been stripped away.

 

“I knew I could make you my lesbian slut, mmmmm, gorgeous slut you are. Keep watching mind, slut, there’s something coming up which you’ll find really interesting.”

 

Reluctantly, but also compelled by something deep, inside Missy opened her eyes again and carried on watching Miss Bailey riding Julie’s dildo gag, watching as her former teacher clamped her thighs tightly around the young girl’s face as she came, knowing, as Jenny eased the vibrator in and out of her, that it wasn’t just Jenny’s synthetic fucking that was making her come.