Chapter 2

Debbie waited until the raven-haired Sherry came out from behind the
concrete post. She had to talk with her. The urgings deep in her belly
simply wouldn't go away. She had to find out about the girl and that
bull of a man who had fucked her so expertly.

"Uh, pardon me," Debbie began, then blushed furiously. She didn't have
the foggiest idea how she was going to approach the questions she wanted
so desperately to ask.

Chapter two: An intimate evening

        “You dirty girl!” Lisa was panting and shaking. Her face flushed again as Mrs Henderson grabbed her roughly by the arm and jerked her to a halt.

        “Whats this?” she asked angrily, pointing to the shiny smears coating the insides of the softly curved and trembling thighs. Lisa sobbed with shame as the older woman ran a finger along the crack of her vagina and then held it up for Holly to see.

Carefully brought to climax almost to the point of unconsciousness, an exhausted Laura Papadakis looked timorously up with clouded eyes at the short absurd figure of Bertha Wolf, now standing confidently between her splayed legs.  Yet Laura saw that the stout Bertha was ignoring her completely, as if the terrible woman knew the dazed teacher was now totally at her disposal to do with as she pleased.

A young girl gets a job in a lesbian bar and gets more then she bargained for when she is SOLD to the highest bidder.

Jane stared helplessly at the side of her cage, its metal bars and
the cloth draped over it. She was packed too tightly to move, and
her whole body ached. She would have given anything just to be able
to lie down on the floor outside, but she had nothing to give anyway.

Whatever kind of vehicle she was in, some kid of van or lorry, it
had been moving fast for what seemed like forever, violently jerking
her around with each turn and change in speed. There were no voices
here, just the deafening sound of the engine.

2. A new world

I woke up from the light slumber I had fallen in sometime during the night when the carriage stopped to a halt. Dawn had to be approaching, as from the carriage window a strange, cold light was filtering in.

Richard Heckert gleefully clapped his hands.

- As expected, we made it in time. –

He opened the window and stuck out his head, greeting someone out of my sight.

Part V

   Carrying her gown carefully by the hook on the 
garment bag, Cynthia climbed up the winding back stairs 
of her home like someone who was a great deal older than 
18.  Moving slowly was the only way she knew to reduce 
the effects of the digging cloth on her poor, abused 
pussy.