Helping the Babysitter Become a Model

Chapter One

Jim Wilson was a thirty-eight year old married man. Father to a now five old
boy. Jim was a computer consultant, and found himself working many nights and
weekends. Jim had been happily married to Brenda for 12 years. In his spare
time, he built custom made high end PC's and workstations. His wife Brenda was
an attractive young woman at thirty-three. She had gone back to work as a
flight attendant shortly after giving birth to their son. Two years ago, both
of Brenda's parents had died, leaving them without the best babysitters that
one could have asked for.

Luckily for the Wilson's their next door neighbor, Mrs. Lee, ran a daycare
center from her home, and had a daughter about their son's age. She was more
than happy to take their child into her care. She watched children from 6 AM
to 5 PM at a very reasonable price. When Jim and Brenda talked to her about
needing someone to watch little Tye later at night, she offered her assistance.
Although she said that she was unable to watch any children later than 5:00,
she gave them the name of a young teenager that she knew from her church. She
assured them that she was the most responsible sixteen year old she had ever
met. She then told them how she occasionally had her watch her own children,
since she was fourteen. She explained to the Wilson's how Kristin was looking
for more work, and that this might be the perfect fit for both of them.

Having gotten introduced to Kristin by Mrs. Lee, the Wilson's explained what
they needed to her. Deciding that it really was a perfect fit, the Wilson's
hired their new babysitter. Kristin would pick up Tye from Mrs. Lee's at 5:00,
and bring him over to their house, where she would watch him until Mr. Wilson
would make it home, on the two nights a week that Mrs. Wilson had to take over
night flights.

After the first six months, Kristin began watching their son even more, working
an extra night during the week and even watching him some on weekends. Mr.
Wilson was totally enamored by the young woman's beauty and personality.

Kristin was a beautiful young woman, with an incredibly thin waist, which
tapered down from her large chest, before flaring out to her shapely hips, 
she also had shapely athletic legs. Her face was angelic in it's features,
with deep blue eyes that you could get lost in. Her body as shapely as Britney's
and her face was as beautiful as Jennifer Love Hewitt's. In the two years that
she had watched the Wilson's son, her chest had seen the most dramatic change
of her teenaged body. Although already curvy at sixteen, by eighteen her
breasts had grown to be 34-D's.

Mr. Wilson had noticed, shortly after she began watching their son, that she
began showering at their home on some of the nights that he made it home later
than normal, and one night he had returned home while she was still in the
shower. Watching her walk out of the bathroom, with her long brown hair still
wet against her back, gave him an idea. That weekend, while his wife was away,
he installed two pinhole color cameras. One camera was over the door, while
the other one was opposite the shower head. The tiny holes for each device
were impossible to see on their wallpapered walls.

For the first two weeks, his video surveillance turned up nothing, but on the
third week, he made it a point to stay out late, and hit pay dirt. Upon
reviewing that evenings recordings, he saw her in all of her naked glory. He
watched the screen of his computer intently, as she removed her clothing
casually, and then entered the shower.

She was as perfect and beautiful in the nude as he had dreamed that she would
be. Her skin was perfect and smooth, without any detectable blemishes. His eyes
where locked on the screen, as she entered the shower. He watched in a trance,
as he saw her tender pink nipples harden under the falling water of the shower.
As she lathered her young body with soap, he began masturbating to her image
on the screen, for the first of many times to come.

Over the months his collection of images of her grew, and so did his interest
in her. In the months that passed, he had tapped his own phone line, so that
he could find out more about her. He would listen to her phone calls to her
girlfriends, and her boyfriend David as well. Over the months he and his wife
had increased her pay, in order to keep her services, finding her help
invaluable.

As the months went by, Jim became more obsessed with his young babysitter, at
this point, only seventeen. Kristin was the women that he saw now more than
his wife. After September 11, the airlines had hit some rough times. In order
for Brenda to keep her job, she had been forced onto longer flights, requiring
her to be gone even more often now. In his wife's absence, he found himself
and Kristin talking more than ever. She was such a sweet young girl, and he
found himself feeling guilty about his desires for her.

In January of Kristin's junior year of High School, he took a side job,
building a couple of high end video editing workstations, and a server for Bob
Reynolds's. Bob was a photographer, and worked on all types of jobs. In the
weeks that it took him to build, configure, and transfer the data to Bob's new
machines, the two had become close friends.

Both men shared many of the same interests. High end computers and electronics,
fast cars, football, and beautiful women. In the time that they worked together,
Bob had shown Jim some of his different work. Bob called himself a fashion
photographer, but in reality, he did all types of photo and film work. Although
rarely, he even took a family portrait for the Wilson's. As Jim saw more of
Bob's portfolio, he found his friend did everything from portraits for the
rich, to Magazine covers and spreads for fashion rags, to photo shots for the
local Sunday ads. Being in a smaller Midwestern city, Bob did a little of
everything to pay the bills.

As the months passed, the men's friendship grew, and Bob showed him even more
of his work. He also shot some photos for men's magazines, no not Hustler or
Maxim, but real hardcore sleazy stuff. Everything from solo nudes, to boy/girl,
girl/girl, two on ones, gang bangs, you name it. He also shot stag party Videos,
and custom made videos for private collectors and web sites.

Judging from the amount of material, Jim decided that most of Bob's work must
be on the adult side of things. He did just enough of the other work, to look
respectable. Jim felt comfortable with Bob by now, and brought some of his \
photo's of young Kristin to Bob, so his friend could enlarge them, and print
them up. Although the captures from his tiny pen cams where not the best,
Kristin's beauty could still be easily seen in the photos.

As Bob began his work on the images, he grilled Jim as to who the girl in the
pictures was. Finally Jim told him they where photo's of his babysitter. Bob
began to question him more, when he found out how Jim had gotten the photos.
giving his friend a hard time. Bob now started calling Jim a voyeur, and
grilled Jim for more details about the young beauty. He wanted to know more
and more about her, her age, her religion, her height, her weight and had he
ever gotten a piece, or was she still a virgin? As Bob interrogated Jim for
information, Jim kept slipping up giving him more information than he had
meant to give. Under the questioning, he let it slip that he had bugged his
own phone lines. As Bob's interest grew, Jim began to feel more and more
uneasy talking to his friend about her. After a few hours of questioning, Bob
had finished making the prints for Jim, and the two men parted, going to their
respective homes.

A week had passed, and Jim hadn't heard from Bob. On a Tuesday night, the
following week, Jim pulled into his driveway late as usual. As he got out of
his car, Bob pulled in behind him. As Bob got out, he explained to Jim that
his laptop had died and he had important stuff on it, that he needed right
away.

Telling his friend that he would be glad to help, Jim lead him into the house.
Upon entering the house the two men where greeted by his beautiful babysitter.
Introducing his friend as a fashion photographer, to his young sitter, Jim led
the trio back to his shop. As Kristin filled Jim in on his son's activities of
the evening, Bob listened to her intently. When she had finished her report,
Bob began talking to her, and asked her several questions about herself, making
polite conversation.

The two talked while Jim worked on the laptop. Bob made it a point to tell the
young girl several of the magazines that he had worked for. As he sat and
listened, Jim thought perhaps Bob was padding his resume just a bit. As her
interest grew in his work, Bob retrieved a copy of his portfolio from the
laptop bag, that he had conveniently brought with him. The two looked through
his photos, and he told her how much money the models could make, before asking
her if she had ever thought of modeling, and telling her that she would be a
perfect model.

Kristin blushed under Bob's compliments, and insisted that she had never
thought about it. She listened intently, as he tried to dazzle her with stories
of travel to exotic locations, and meeting with celebrities. Jim sat there
listening, having not heard Bob put such an extravagant spin on his job before.
In fact, when the two had talked about it, the only good part of the Bob's job
was his describing seeing the women, and occasionally finding one who would
let him get to know her better, in an intimate manner.

Bob then turned his efforts towards trying to convince the young girl to give
modeling a try. He told her that she could make good money, and still keep her
job with the Wilson's. She thanked him for his kindness, but told him that it
just wasn't for her, before she decided that she needed to go home.

After she had left, Bob told Jim that the laptop hadn't worked in over a year,
and not to worry about it. Then he talked to Jim some more about Kristin.

"Your telling me that you don't want a piece of that ass?" he asked him, while
holding his chest, feigning a heart attack.

"No, but she's my son's babysitter, and I'm a married man." Jim told his
friend, tossing the broken laptop to him.

"So!" Bob shot back.

"So just forget about it. God knows I would give my left nut to get my cock
into her, but I can't, so forget about it." Jim said, shaking his head at his
friend.

"What if I could guarantee you a piece of her, and that you wouldn't get
caught. Brenda would never know. Hell Kristin doesn't even have to know. What
would you say?" Bob asked, in total seriousness.

Seeing that Bob had some kind of plan, Jim thought that he better put an end
to this, before it went to far. "Look Bob, I'm sure that you think so, but I
know this girl. She comes from a good religious family. Hell she won't even
let her boyfriend touch her breasts, so there's no way that your going to get
into her pants. Just forget about it, okay?"

"Well look I know that I'm going to have me some of that. Now it would be a
lot easier with your help. I mean, come on it's not like you're a saint, you've
been making videos of her for a year now. Hell between that, and recording her
phone calls, you know how many laws you've broken. Shit, do you know that what
you done could get you charged with child porn, if any of those photo's of her
ever got on the net, or printed somewhere. Hell she's only seventeen for
Christ's sake. Look, you can help me on this, and get in on the action, or
I'll do it on my own, and you'll get nothing. But you had better hope that
none of those photos make it out, or your ass will be in jail buddy." Bob said,
as he stood looking ready to leave.

The threat, though not spoken, was clear to Jim. He knew that Bob still had
copies of the pictures that he had taken of Kristin, and was apparently ready
to use them. With the options of helping his friend get what they both wanted,
or going to jail, Jim had an easy decision on his hand.

"OK, what do you have in mind?" Jim asked.

In the next hour or so, Bob laid out at least part of his plan to Jim. Leaving
out those aspects of it that he thought Jim might be too soft stomached to
hear. Agreeing to Bob's apparently well thought out plan, Jim turned over the
audio tapes he had of Kristin's phone calls to Bob, and agreed to do as he
said.

For the next four months Jim would leave hints to Kristin about how Bob had
been to Italy, France, Hawaii and New York. He would hint that she should call
him, and left Bob's business card, with his phone number, on the fridge, and
next to the phone. In the same four month period of time, Kristin and Dave had
broken off their year long romance. However with Bob now taking all the tapes
Jim didn't know why.

Bob would stop over about every two weeks, sometimes when Jim was there,
sometimes earlier, so that he could ask Kristin if he could wait inside for
Jim. He always took the opportunity to ask her to model for him, telling her
that she should at least give it a try.

After four months, the pressure had been so great, that she finally agreed to
allow Bob to take some photos of her, to make her up a portfolio. Within a
week of that, he had lined up several "Gig's" for her. She soon found herself
in the local ads, modeling clothes or standing in front of one product or
another. None of the photos where especially provocative, she was always fully
clothed. Bob had never asked her to do anything that could be misconstrued as
sexual in nature. In fact, the only thing Bob had ever requested of her, was
that she improve her tan. Telling her that stockings didn't shoot well in some
lights, and providing her with a membership to a local club. After her first
two weeks, Bob brought in a male model, coincidently just the kind of guy that
Kristin was looking for.

In fact, the young man knew all of her likes and dislikes, and knew exactly
what to say, as Bob had coached him on what Kristin was looking for, having
heard hours of her talking with her friends about it. After two months of
modeling for Bob, she began dating Bill, the male model, under Bob's watchful
eye and expert tutelage.

In her third month of modeling for Bob, she was offered her first magazine
cover. She was overjoyed to hear the news, then Bob told her what it entailed.
One of the true crime magazines was looking for someone to model as a Catholic
school girl, who had been bound, raped and murdered in upstate New York. The
money was good, and Bob had shown her several of the magazines recent covers.
In all five covers, there was a woman either being bound or attacked. All the
women where fully clothed, and none appeared obscene to the youth.

With assurances from Bob, and his prodding, she reluctantly agreed to do the
shoot. She was finally convinced, when she was told that he would take some
shots with Bill in them.

She wore a white sweater and red plaid skirt. Bob started taking shots of her
in standard poses, telling her that they could add them to her portfolio. Next
he had Bill come out, dressed as the "killer", with a stocking pulled over his
face. The two stood in various poses under Bob's directions, with Bill standing
over her, with a knife in his hand, while Kristin crouched in fear, as he
lifted the knife over her head. There was another shot of him holding the knife
to her throat, as she looked surprised by his assault.

Next they moved on to Bill tying her up, and gagging her. He bound her arms
behind her back, and then her legs. He hogtied her, and then tied her in other
positions that she had never imagined before. She would have fought or
resisted anyone else but Bill, and found herself getting excited under his
touch. Next she was tossed on a bed, where she found herself tied spread eagled 
to the headboard and footboard. She was then tied to a pulley from the ceiling,
and then to a pole from the ceiling, finding her chest wrapped in circles of
rope. Although it was all done with her clothes fully on, she couldn't help
but feel almost cheap when it was done, but the hugs and kisses from Bill made
everything better.

It was now July, only two months before her eighteenth birthday, as she
prepared to go back to school for her senior year of high school, and things
couldn't have been better for the young beauty. She thought that her
relationship with Bill had blossomed into true love, and he was truly all that
she had looked for in a boy. She was making good money, between her modeling
and watching the Wilson's son. Although her parents where reluctant to support
her decision to do any modeling, they had up to this point been happy with her
jobs. That was probably because she hadn't mentioned the true crime "gig" to
her parents.

In the two months before she turned eighteen, Kristin had done five more True
Crime covers, or so she thought. Each featured her as some type of uniformed
victim. In one shoot, she was a nurse. In the next, she was a uniformed police
officer who was bound and raped by an inmate. In the next she portrayed an
American GI, who was captured by the enemy and brutalized. In yet another, she
was an airline stewardess, and finally a cheerleader.

Although she never found herself taking off her clothes, she never liked being
tied up and apparently assaulted for the camera, she always felt dirty and
cheap at the end of each session, until Billy would comfort her. At Billy's
insistence, or so she thought, the two even did a few swim wear shots. The first
time she wore a one piece suit, but after some smooth talking from Bill and
Bob, she agreed to do a bikini for two more shoots, though she almost refused
to do it, after seeing how skimpy the second bikini was, but Billy convinced
her that it would be okay. Little did she know, that when she was asked to lie
on her stomach on the beach towel, that with the thin thong that she was
wearing and the bikini top tied behind her back and at the neck, that in the
photos she looked like she was lying naked on the simulated beach.

As their relationship grew, Billy just seemed to know just what to say at all
times, always addressing her concerns before she even voiced them to him.
Little did she know he was being briefed on her conversations with her
girlfriends. In just four months, Billy had gotten farther with Kristin than
Dave had gotten in over a year.

The week after her eighteenth birthday, Kristin was at Bob's studio again.
This time to do another True Crime cover. Bob had received a call, as he had
so many times now, and had to leave. The two youths now used to Bob leaving
them for hours at a time, when he got these calls, sat back and relaxed.

Billy began some heavy kissing on her lips, and petting of her chest. For this
shot she was already dressed as a young lawyer, who was attacked by one of her
clients, a criminal. His hands moved inside of the gray business suit that she
wore, and was soon unbuttoning it, and the white blouse that she wore
underneath. Swept up in the arousal of the moment, she said nothing, as he
laid her down on the bed, and continued undressing her. The two were used to
the hot lamps glaring down on them during their photo sessions, and Kristin
thought nothing of the fact that Bob had left them on when he left.

As Billy continued to undress her on the bed, Bob had returned to the studio,
and from his office in the back, began taking photos with his digital camera
that he had setup on their tripods. He also started the digital camcorders
that he had set up, for this purpose, all around the studio, including one
hanging from the ceiling right over the bed. He would have preferred to be
there in person, to work the cameras by hand, but this would have to do for
now.

Just as Bob had instructed him, Billy undressed the unsuspecting young woman,
and positioned her on the bed, just as he had been told to do. He dropped his
face between her legs, and began licking her precious pussy. Feeling a touch
to her legs, right on her pussy, as she had never felt before, she moaned in
pleasure, and in between her moans of ecstasy, she made feeble calls for Billy
to stop. As he pulled his face away from her now damp mound, he knew that it
was safe to ask.

"Do you really want me to stop?" he asked her, as he stroked his thumb over
her clit, and began sucking on her nipple, as he brought his face to her chest.

Now feeling an urge that she never had, she looked at her lover, thinking that
the two were in love, and that he was the one man in the world for her. "No,
it's all right, you can continue." she said, closing her eyes in pleasure, as
she let out another low moan from the pleasurable feelings that he was creating
in her body.

With one hand rubbing her clit, he used his free hand to undo his slacks, and
push them down his hips, never taking his mouth away from her nipple. He
climbed onto the bed, and gently positioned himself between her legs. Moving
his mouth down to hers, he kissed her, and told her that he loved her, as he
slowly pushed his cock into her virgin cunt. Bob had come out of the office,
and standing in the shadows, with a camcorder with telescopic lenses zoomed in
on her crotch, as Billy popped her cherry. She whimpered, as he was as gentle
as he could be, when he tore through her hymen. He pulled his cock totally
free of her, showing it covered in her blood. He made sure that he held it
there long enough for Bob to get the shots that he wanted, as Billy looked
down at her, and the blood on her thighs from his invasion. Looking at Kristin
he saw that she still had her eyes closed, but whimpered again when he had
pulled out of her. She said nothing for the minute or two that he kept his
prick looming over her just deflowered pussy.

Billy thinking that Bob had gotten his shot by now, and afraid his cock was
softening, slid back into Kristin, as gently as he could. Feeling the hot wet
tightness of her cunt, he was worried that he wouldn't last for all of the
shots that Bob had wanted. As he stroked in and out of her for several minutes
he pushed all thoughts of what he was doing out of his mind. He was a
professional, and had a job to do.

Making love to her in this way for several minutes, he nudged her to move, and
as he rolled over onto his back, he pulled her up on top of him, on the king
sized bed.

She whimpered and said, "Please, can't we just do it the other way?" as he
pushed her up into a now almost seated position over his cock.

Not responding to her request, he simply began bouncing the small frame of the
young woman, up and down on his cock. She still hadn't opened her eyes, and
began moaning and whimpering as he moved her up and down on his shaft, as he
lifted his head to suck her nipples into his mouth.

Watching her large firm tits bounce up and down on her small frame, he found
himself about to lose control again. As she neared the first orgasm of her
life, the realization that they were having unprotected sex finally crossed
her mind, and she opened her eyes to look into his.

"I'm not on the pill." she told him.

He looked at her, and seeing her concern, replied "I'll pull out before I cum."

He watched her close her eyes again, as he buried his prick deep into her, and
felt her climax on his cock. He felt her whole body shaking uncontrollably, as
she found herself in the throes of sexual bliss. He waited for the moment to
pass, before he pushed her over to the side, and quietly moved around behind
her.

He pulled her by her hips, to the edge of the bed, and guiding her with his
hands, positioned her on her hands and knees, as he took his place behind her.
With his cock still hard and wet, he slipped back into her bloody cunt from
behind. She moaned in pleasure again, as he adjusted his rhythm, and reached
around and below her, to grasp her tits and knead them. He pulled her up to
his chest, as he pumped into her, and then pushed her back down, so as to ride
her doggy style. He repeated the process several more times, before he again
felt himself on the verge of his own climax. When he had driven her to her
second orgasm, and felt his own imminent, he pulled out of her, and quickly
stepped in front of her face.

He slapped her once on the cheek gently, then stroked his cock several times,
before erupting all over her beautiful face. Her eyes shot open the minute that
the first glob hit her cheek, and just in time to get struck in the eye with
the second one.

"Ouch!" she cried out, as her eye burnt badly from the liquid. "That's
gross! Stop!" she cried, as she tried to pull away from him. He held her by a
handful of her hair, until he finished emptying his balls on her face, she
huffed and turned her nose up, as he moaned with his last spurt, now fully
spent.

"God, why did you have to ruin it?" she complained, as she tried to wipe the
cum from her eyes.

"Shut up you little slut, you know that you enjoyed it too, so stop your
complaining." he told her.

"Look tell Bob I had something's that I had to do, and I couldn't wait any
longer." he said, as he pulled his slacks back on.

She looked up in shock, through the cum running down her face, at the way he
spoke to her.

"Look you where a great lay, maybe I'll see you around sometime honey." he
said, as he grabbed his coat and left, without even bothering to put on his
own clothes, rather leaving in the costume that Bob had provided.

Kristin looked on in shock, speechless. She couldn't find any words to say, as
she watched him stroll out of the studio, leaving her lying there naked, her
face covered with his sperm, as well as blood and her own juices running down
her thighs. She began crying, as she felt lower than she ever had. She felt
dirty and used. She finally got up some twenty minutes later, and went to the
dressing room. She used the shower to clean herself off, as she cried and wept
over the lose of her love and virginity.

She dressed and left a note for Bob. She then left the studio, making sure
that the door locked behind her. She had never seen Bob hiding in the shadows,
as she lay there and wept. Once she was gone, Bob went to the back door to let
Billy back in. He changed his clothes, while Bob got his money. His job done,
Bob gave him his thanks and the money, and said goodbye, anxious to get a look
at the videos and photos that he had shot tonight.

For the next two days Kristin hadn't returned any of his calls, so Bob went to
the Wilson's, where she was sitting for their child that night. He had waited
to knock on the door, until he was sure that she had put the child to sleep.
He noticed the rings under her eyes, and it was obvious that she had been
crying when she opened the door. Without waiting for an invitation, he walked
into house, and right into the living room, where he took a seat, holding his
laptop bag in his lap.

She followed him slowly, never looking him in the eye. She was heart broken,
and seeing Bob had only helped her to think more about Billy. She had called
his number repeatedly in the last two days, however she had gotten a message
the number had been disconnected. She had borrowed her parents car to go by
where he said that he lived, however the women who answered the door, said she
didn't know what the girl was talking about.

Feeling Bob's eyes on her, she finally spoke, "Look, I can't do it anymore. I
quit OK. I'm not doing anymore modeling."

"Oh, I'm sorry that you feel that way, I was so happy with the shots from your
last gig, that I was hoping to do more just like it." he said, handing her a
large brown envelope from his laptop bag. "I guess these will be the last shots
of you that I get." he added, producing another envelope for himself. He pulled
the photo's from his envelope and said, "Well that's alright, I'll sell these
and the video, and that will have to be enough." as he flipped to the next
photo in his stack. "I'll be sure to send your folks, and the rest of the
family a copy, when they get published."

Kristin her interest peeked, at his mention of a video, since she had never
shot a video for him, pulled the photos from the envelope. She fell of the
couch, and onto her knees, when she saw the first photo. It was a picture of
her on her hands and knees, naked on the bed, with Billy's cock buried in her
pussy from behind, as he fucked her. Looking over her shoulder Bob spoke up.

"Yeah, that's a good one, but this one is my favorite." he said, dropping a
photo on top of the one in her hands.

The photo showed her face cum running down her check while Billy's cock only inches away
was in the middle of another eruption. Her eyes where open in the photo and she looked sadly to
be in the middle of a passionate moment. She broke down crying after seeing the photo.

"How? Why? That wasn't supposed to be photographed. You can't sell that! I
never agreed to that." she said sobbing.

"Oh, but I can." he said, dropping a photo of her signing her photo release as
he always had her do before a shot. She was wearing the gray business suit,
and sitting at a table signing the papers. Next he dropped a photo copy of the
release to her.

"If you look, you'll see in the highlighted areas, that you sold me the rights
to sell all photos and videos taken that night, no matter what the content."
he said confidently, "That's a standard contract in the industry, and let me
assure you, it WILL hold up in any court in the country." he informed her.

Without even looking at the paper she tried pleading with him, "Please, you
can't! My parents will kill me. If the other kids see it, my little brother,
the church... No, you can't! I couldn't live if this ever got out." she cried
in panic and fear, thinking what would happen when her father saw those photos.

"Oh don't worry I'm sure that this movie will take at least a week or two to
make it's way onto the Internet." he said, as he began playing the video on
his laptop. "Look at you go. Damn, people pay good money to see a innocent
young girl like you, having her cherry popped for the camera." he said, holding
the laptop in front of her face, as the video played.

Her crying continued, as she dropped the photos onto the floor, and buried her
head in her hands. "No! No! Please! What do you want? Please don't, you can't."
she cried.

He waited for several minutes, while she cried and sobbed on the floor. She
continually sobbed that she would "do anything", but "he couldn't", he just
"couldn't" let these pictures out.

Deciding that he had given her long enough to suffer, he spoke at last. "If
you don't want these pictures distributed across the world, be at my studio
Friday at 6:00 PM. Tell your folks that you'll be watching Tye overnight
Friday and Saturday for the Wilson's. As I know that you have watched the boy
over night before, I won't take no for an answer, and I'll have Jim cover for
you with your folks. If your not at my studio on Friday at 6:00, I'll send
these photos to your father, and your church website, before I sell them to
some friends I have in the business." he said, putting his laptop back in the
bag and walking out.

He left her sitting on the floor, with the photo's lying around her, as she
sat there and cried. All he could do now was to wait and see if she showed up
or not.
Chapter 2

Forcing herself, Kristin got up and readied herself to face the world. She had
considered pretending to be sick, but knowing her parents wouldn't allow her
to do any babysitting tonight if she didn't attend school, she dressed and got
ready for school. Although she had already gotten her parents permission to
watch Tye overnight, for the next two evenings, she still had yet to decide if
she would go to Bob's studio that evening or not.

Her mind was racing, as one moment she committed herself not to fall deeper
into the trap that Bob was setting up for her, then moment's later she knew
that she had no choice but to submit to the evil bastard. If he made good on
his threats, he would destroy her life, and the lives of her parents and
siblings. She wouldn't be able to show her face at school or church ever again,
if the video or photos of her ever got out. She thought of her younger and
older brothers seeing her doing those things. Then her father, he couldn't be
a Deacon of the Church, with videos and pictures of his daughter acting that
way, floating around for all to see. She considered calling the authorities
she knew blackmailing her this way was illegal, but if she got the authorities
involved, the very thing that she wanted to keep secret, would be made public.
She could see it now, the photos of her naked and having sex, being shown on
the local news.

She had read the release that she had signed, and Bob had told her the truth.
Deep down in several different places, it had stated that she had sold him the
rights to sell her images and likeness to anyone or to any media outlet, as
well as any say she had, as to what content, or it's usage, could be sold or
used. The contract even made mention to streaming video images and sounds. She
had even signed the part of the contract that stated that she was over 18, and
of age for consensual sex in this state.

She knew she couldn't legally stop him from selling the photos and video of
her. She also knew that he must have even more terrible things in store for
her. She spent her day at school in a daze, unsure of what she would do from
one minute to the next.

Even as she got off the bus, a block away from Bob's studio, she worried about
what awaited her. When she got home from school that day, her mother hit her
with another curve ball. It seems that Bob had called and offered her family
the use of a time share property he had. Since this was Labor Day weekend, and
it fell on his time, he hated to see it go to waste. So the generous Bob had
offered it to her family. Her mother had already packed up everything for her
parents and brothers to go stay at the exclusive cabin retreat, some six hours
away. She told her that she was sorry she couldn't go too, knowing that her
daughter already had plans to watch the Wilson's child.

She had barely gotten to see her family that afternoon, before they left, which
was almost as soon as her youngest brother had gotten home from school, shortly
after she did. Her father had been in a hurry, wanting to beat the holiday
traffic that was all trying to get out of town. She waved goodbye as they
pulled out of the driveway, and heard her mother yell back to her, "Now you be
a good girl and stay out of trouble. We'll be back sometime Monday night, we
love you." then they pulled away hurriedly.

Those words were still echoing in her mind, as she steadied herself to go
inside of the studio. She would be strong, and tell him the way it would be.
She wouldn't let this animal control her.

As she stood outside of his door, she made up her game plan. He had obviously
planned all of this to get in her pants, so fine. He had already helped to rob
her of her virginity, so she would let him fuck her, just this weekend, then
it was going to be over, and she would demand all of the other pictures back,
and the video, or no deal.

Mustering up as much confidence as she could, she walked into the studio,
ready to face the S.O.B. She found him sitting at his desk waiting on her.

"You're late young lady." he said, motioning to the clock on his desk.

"So." she retorted defiantly, not wanting to back down to him.

"Well maybe I have already sent your pictures out via E-mail." he said, hoping
to shock her out of her defiant attitude. He saw the look of panic cross her
face, and wondered what she would she do now.

Looking down at the floor, while she thought of her response, it came to her
and she replied, "Fine then, I guess I can leave."

"You could, but I would mail them out to a lot more people. If you don't want
that to happen, then I suggest that you lose the attitude, and sit the fuck
down. Now!" he said, in a smug voice, confident that he had her where he
wanted her.

She was momentarily shocked by his harshness, but quickly recovered. "Well
that's too bad, I don't feel like sitting down. I came here to get those
pictures and that video back, now can we make that happen, or do I leave right
now."

Bob was a little surprised by her strong resistance. He knew that she was smart
and strong willed, but never thought that she would show this kind of backbone,
under her current predicament. Shaking his head he said. "So, how do you plan
on getting them back? If you don't mind telling me that is."

"Look we both know what you want, so fine, let's get it over with. But I want
it in writing first, that I get all of the copies, negatives, and whatever else
that you have, as soon as we're done, and then I never want to see your
stinking face again." she said, gritting her teeth.

"Oh, and what is it that you think that I want?" he asked, as coyly as he
could.

"You want..." she hesitated, finding it hard to say those words. "You want to
make lo.. You want to have sex with me. That is what you want, isn't it?" she
said, losing some of her anger as she spoke.

Laughing, he replied "Well yeah, of course." Hearing his answer she took a
deep breath, almost relieved. "But I want so much more. Sex is just the
beginning, but it's for sure not the only thing we're interested in." he told
her, in a serious tone.

Shocked by the beginning of his statement, she had totally missed the fact he
used the word "we" in his statement.

They stood in silence for several minutes, Kristin trying to think of how to
respond, while Bob waited to hear her thoughts.

"Well that's too bad." she said, in a stronger tone of voice than she actually
felt. "I said I would let you fuck me, and then it was over. So take it or
leave it." she said, determined to see her way through this.

"OK then, I'll see you around kid. But I won't be the only one seeing you." he
said, spinning around in his chair to face his computer screen, as he brought
up his E-mail program.

Kristin's jaw dropped, as she watched him zip up photos of her on his screen.
He had called her bluff, and now she didn't know what to do.

"No stop!" she said, as he began typing an e-mail to her father. "Look can't
we come to some sort of compromise. Please." she said in her sweetest voice,
deciding that she should act nice to the evil man sitting across from her.

"Will I suppose we could play for winner takes all." he said, smiling as an
idea came into his head.

"What do you mean?" she asked reluctantly.

"Well, I have your original release here." he said, holding up the originals
of the contract. "And I have a new contract that I was going to have you sign
here tonight. If you win you get your old contract along with all of the photos
and videos. However, if I win, you sign your new contract, and do everything
that I say for the duration of it."

As she listened to his proposal, a thousand thoughts and questions raced
through her mind. But the first thing that she asked was, "Play what?"

"Anything you want. Chess?" he said, motioning to the board on a shelf across
the office.

"No, I never learned how to play." she replied, still thinking over his
proposal in her mind.

"Okay, well then what do you know how to play?" he said, pulling a deck of
cards from his desk drawer and tossing them on the desktop.  

Looking at the pack she began to think out load. "Solitaire, Blackjack, Hearts,
Poker, Go Fish..." she started saying.

"Okay." He interrupted "How about Poker? A page of the contract for each hand.
Three for you three for me."

She looked as he held up the papers. "What's the new contract, what does it
say?" she said

"It says that your mine for the next twelve months, sixty films, and unlimited
photo sessions." he began to tell her.

"NO way!" she said, as she edged for the door, fear gripping her tightly.

"Okay, have it your way. I do hope that daddy likes the pictures of his little
princess naked and screwing some boy." he said, holding the papers and turning
back to his computer. She stood in the doorway frozen in horror. She couldn't
believe what he had just said.

"No. I came here to get those pictures and stuff back, not let you make more."
she said crying, all of her strength had now drained from her.

"Yeah, I understand that, and I'm willing to give you a chance for that. But
you have to be willing to put yourself on the line too." he informed her.

"No you don't understand I can't let anyone see those pictures, no way. If my
father or brothers.." she cried, but he interrupted her again.

"No, I do understand, and I can assure you that if you do as you're told, no
one that you care about in this town will ever see them. I've got private
collectors that I'll sell these films to. They'll never be distributed, and no
one you know will ever see them. However, if you lose the game, and then
refuse me during the year of your contract, and I will sell the footage to
distributors, and then you and your family will have to live with that shame.
Of course, on the other hand, you could win your old contract back, and this
all could be over right here and now. It's up to you play the game, to have a
chance to end this all, or you can leave right now, and I'll sell the film of
your cherry being taken to a distributor, as well as sending copies to everyone
in the city. What do you think Kristin? What's are you going to do?" he said
in his smug voice

"So if I win, you'll leave me alone?" she asked.

"Yes." he replied

"And if I lose, I have to work for you for a year, and then you'll leave me
alone."  she asked, to confirm what was being offered.

"Yes." he replied.

"And you promise me that no one in this town will ever see any of them?" she
asked.

"No one that you know will ever see them." he replied, finding it incredible
that she was foolish enough to believe anything he told her at this point.

"Okay so let me be clear on this, if I win, I walk out of here and it's all
over. If you win, I work for you, making movies and stuff, for one year, and
then I get to walk away and its over, and you swear that no one that I know
will ever see them, and it will all be over." she asked.

"Yes." he said beginning to become annoyed.

"So I won't have to. You know, you won't want to. I mean I won't have to,
you know with you." she asked.

"Oh no, you will have to have sex with us. Yeah, we're definitely going to
fuck you. But that's my offer, take it or leave it? You have five seconds." he
replied.

Having again missed his reference to "we" and "us" and "we're", she started to
ask another question, when he started counting down from five. When he hit one
she gave up trying to ask another question, and blurted out, "Okay. Okay. I'll
do it, but you had better keep your promises." she warned him.

"Oh I will." he said, smiling as he pulled the cards from the deck. He had
been a dealer on a local river boat, and shuffled the cards most impressively.
He handed her the cards and told her to cut the deck. As she cut the deck
several times, he sat there happily thinking how lucky it was he that had
never told her that he was an amateur magician. His confidence was through the
roof, this was his marked deck, and he knew that there was no way that he
would lose.

He won the first hand, and after making her sign and initial every necessary
spot on the first paper, he saw that she was ready to vault for the door.
Thinking that she needed a little hope, after again winning the second hand,
he let her win the third and fourth hands. Now they were tied again. He won
the fifth hand and taking the third unsigned contract, made her sign and
initial it as well. Now having gotten all three of the papers signed for her
new contract, he won the next two hands in short order, in order to put it to
bed, so to speak.

After winning the final hand, he quickly grabbed the papers off of the desk,
fearing that she would do something drastic. He dropped them into his fireproof
lockbox, in his desk drawer, and turned his attention back to her, as she held
her head in her hands. She tried to come to terms in her mind over what had
just happened to her.

As her thoughts began to swim in her mind again, Bob stood up and said, "Well,
if you don't mind, I think that we've wasted enough time. Now I think it's
time that we got to work."

Placing his hand on her shoulder, he led her out to the studio set. Kristin
was still in a daze, her mind not wanting to accept what had just happened.
Entering the studio, she saw that he still had it setup as a bedroom, with the
king size bed that she had lost her virginity on, still sitting there, as it
had just two nights earlier.

She was standing there remembering the scene from just forty-eight hours ago,
when Bob handed her a hangar with a costume on it. She stood back and looked
at the outfit presented to her, as Bob began to turn on the lights around the
studio. Thinking that it looked small for a cheerleader's outfit, she started
to walk to the dressing room.

"Oh no. You want be needing to use the dressing room anymore, you can change
right out here in front of me." Bob told her.

"What? That wasn't part of the deal." she whimpered.

"Oh yes it was, and you'd better stop all of that crying, or you'll find that
this part of it will be the least of your problems." he warned her menacingly.

Reluctantly she undressed as quickly as she could, then tried to slip into the
skimpy outfit that he had provided her. She stood there in a white wool sweater,
about three sizes too small, and a red and white cheerleader's skirt, that
didn't quite cover her ass cheeks.

After some initial problems, she began to do as Bob directed. Although she had
rings under her eyes, and it was obvious that she had been crying, she began
to smile for the camera, feeling more at ease than she had been in the months
previous to now. He had her work the camera for several minutes, as he saw her
begin to relax for him and the camera. Then he told her it was time for a
wardrobe change. Handing her another hanger, holding her next costume.

This time he had her change into a Catholic school girl's uniform again,
obviously way too small for her. The shirt was so small, that she barely got
it to button over her large tits. Again, her ass cheeks were exposed below the
short skirt. She was faster to relax this time, and he had her play more to
the camera. Happy that she had begun to relax, he had her touch up her make-up,
before he handed her the next change of clothes.

This time she was asked to put on a tight fitting business suit, that made her
look older than her eighteen years. He again instructed her to seduce the
camera, as he took her photo's. He had to admit that she was a natural in front
of the camera. Even now, when she was under such duress, she took great shots.
He then decided to push her a little further.

"Okay, now undress for the camera Kristin. Make it sexy, and slow." he
instructed her.

She looked at him, her eyes begging him not to make her go through with it.
His evil glare back answered her pathetic plea for relief, and she slowly
began to undress, first letting the business jacket fall from one shoulder,
then the other, finally letting it drop to the bed. She began to unbutton the
tight fitting blouse that she was wearing. As she undid the last button, she
gave him one last pleaful look, before letting it fall off of her body.

As she stood before him, wearing only her bra and the tight silk skirt, she
began to sway her hips sexily, as she unzipped the thin skirt. She let it
wiggle its way down her hips, as he filmed the entire erotic scene. He felt
his penis growing hard, as she moved her body before him. As he watched her,
he decided that there would be plenty of time for photos later, as he felt the
tent in his pants rise.

He moved from behind the camera, and told her to lose the bra. Seeing him
moving closer to her, she stepped back. She felt the back of her legs hit the
edge of the bed behind her, and knew that there was no place else to go.

"Now I said." he told her quietly.

Slowly she moved her hands behind her back, and undid the wire clasps, holding
her bra up. As the lacy bra fell off of her chest, she felt Bob push her back,
causing her to fall onto the bed. His hands moved quickly to her thin white
panties, which he swiftly ripped from her hips.
Chapter 3

Kristin found herself crying again, as she laid naked on the bed. Bob stood
over her, staring down at his prize. Her thin firm body was just beginning to
perspire, and a light coat of sweat now covered her soft tanned skin.

He took in the sight of her lying there beneath him. He moved his gaze upward
from her knees, her legs still hanging over the side of the bed. Up her shapely
thighs, his eyes traveled to the patch of hair between her legs. Her bush was
darker brown in color than the hair on top of her head he noticed. He made a
mental note that she didn't trim her furry little patch. and he would have to
change that. As his eyes moved up her belly, he saw that her rippled belly
looked strong and fit, athletic and toned. Stilling moving his gaze further
upwards, he took in the glorious sight of her large tits.

The two perfect breasts stood proudly up from her body. They where perfectly
round and firm, tight and perky, the kind that every man dreams of. Even lying
on her back, they kept their gorgeous shape, not sliding down to the sides of
her body, as an old woman's would. He stared intently at her small soft pink
nipples, centered on her white breasts. The tan lines, where she wore her
bikini glared the difference between her skin's natural light complexion and
the light brown tan that she had on the rest of her body. His gaze now
continued up her youthful body, to her slender shoulders and elegant neck. His
eyes stopped moving upwards, as he began examining her youthful face.

The beauty of her face was no doubt her best quality. Although some men might
tell you that it was her large tits, or her shapely round ass, but Bob knew
that was because they simply hadn't taken the time to look her straight in the
eyes, and see the natural beauty of her face. Even through her tears, and
make-up, which was streaked down her cheeks, she was the most beautiful, and
innocent looking creature that he had ever seen. Her large blue eyes gave her
that innocent and trusting look, which was priceless.

As he had taken in the sight of the beauty laying on the bed beneath him, his
hands had been busy undoing his trousers, and pushing them and his boxers to
the floor. After pulling his shirt off, over his head, his eyes made contact
with her's. He could see inside of her, see her fears and worries. He saw the
pleading to be let go, freed from what she was about to go through, deep in
her eyes.

As he lowered himself down on top of her, she felt his naked body touch her
own. The hair of his legs tickled her thighs, as he lowered his head onto her
chest, and began to kiss and suck lightly on her nipples, moving from one to
the other, giving both equal amounts of his attention. Although disgusted by
the situation that she found herself in, she was unable to control her feelings.
Much to her dismay, she found that her body was enjoying his attentions. She
heard a moan escape her lips, as her nipples hardened into pellets under his
tongue's insistent motions on them.

She tried hard not show any reaction, as he molested her, but she failed. She
had never had anyone touch her the way that he was now doing, until just forty-
eight hours ago. That night when she had given herself to Billy, she thought
that it had been an act of love between two people who truly loved one another.
But now, as he manipulated her body with his mouth, she felt no love, no
passion for the man, and yet her body was responding the same exact way. She
was left lying there thinking, almost clinically, about what this man was
doing to her. She found herself shifting her body from side to side, as his
mouth moved between her breasts. Her back would arch, and then fall, from the
sensations that were going through her body, caused by his tongue's movements.

As she lay there under him, she felt panicked, feeling she had lost control of
her life, and now her body. With every touch he made, it sent shivers of lust
through her body. She felt his breath upon her bare skin, and felt his hard
cock sliding across her thighs, as he moved from breast to breast. He then
inhaled her entire breast into his mouth for a moment, and then moved lower
down her body. Kissing and licking her skin, as he moved down her body.

Then he moved his mouth over her pussy. He pressed in closer, and gave her a
kiss, right in the middle of her patch of hair. She was breathless, as she
waited for his next move. Her anticipation of what would happen to her next,
causing her to grit her teeth, and squint her eyes.

Bob looked up and saw her facial expression. He was unsure if it was one of
anger, or discomfort, either way he didn't care. He nuzzled his nose into her
patch of hair, seeking her treasures down there. When he felt his nose slip
between the folds of her pussy lips, he pushed her legs apart farther, and
then pressed into her slit even further, before taking a deep breath of her
pussy scent.

His warm breath, on her most private of places, caused her to squirm around
under him. She tried to cope with these new sensations, without making a sound.
As she steadied her breath, she felt the wet warmth of his tongue, as it darted
deep into her folds. She arched her back again, as a loud moan flowed from her
mouth. Her eyes were now closed, and she was finding it more and more difficult
to control herself, as he sunk his tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy.
She felt his hand move to her mound, and again tried to move away from him, as
he began running his fingers over her gently.

Not letting her move away, he worked his thumb into her, easily finding her
clit. He began rubbing his thumb over it lightly, as he drove deeper and deeper
into her cunt, with his tongue. He heard her moans, and looked up to see her
back arching up like a half moon. She was reacting to his manipulations of her
body, and she couldn't help herself. He could taste her juices, which were now
flowing freely from her cunt, lubricating her body for what was to come next.
Sucking in the juices, he found himself in a place of ecstasy.

As he pulled his tongue from her pussy, he moved up her body to her face. Once
more taking in the sight of her angelic face, he leaned down and kissed her.
She still had her eyes closed, when his lips touched her's, and pushed them
together even tighter, as she felt him push his tongue into her mouth. She
tasted her own juices on his lips for the first time, and found herself
repulsed by the sweet pungent taste of it.

As his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, she felt the head of his cock
push at the entrance of her cunt. She tried to protest around his tongue, which
was still lodged in her mouth, as he slid his dick in past her outer lips. His
first stroke inside of her was slow and gentle, and he repeated it again and
again, slowly working himself into a rhythm. She had moved her head from side
to side, but couldn't break free of his lips and tongue.

Once he had established a steady tempo, he broke his lip-lock on her, just in
time to hear a moan of pleasure escape from her lips. He increased his tempo,
as he felt her pussy contract around his cock, as her orgasm was building
to a crescendo, and the damn of her own climax about to explode. She felt a
warmth in her belly, even as her mind told her how disgusting this was. He
looked down at her face, and saw the play of emotions running across her mind,
under her tightly closed eyes. Her heavy breathing and panting, between moans
of pleasure, were in stark contrast to her crinkled forehead, showing her
stress, as he steadied back down into a slow and constant pace now.

As his hands moved down the poor girl's body, he wrapped his large hands
around her silky thighs. Pulling evenly on her legs, he pulled them up from
where the were, hanging over the bed, and placed them up over his shoulders,
pulling them even further apart. Even being as young and flexible as she was,
Kristin found this position uncomfortable. As she whimpered in her discomfort,
over this new position, his hands traveled back up her body to her tits. As he
squeezed her firm breasts in his strong hands, he drove his cock into her
deeper and further with each stroke. His new rougher strokes drove poor Kristin
to the fifth orgasm of her young life.

As she came down from the pleasure of her orgasm, he increased the force of
his thrusts with each stroke. She had begun to feel some pain, as he pounded
his cock into her even harder. Finally unable to take the pain any longer, she
begged him to be gentle with her.

Her pleas however fell on deaf ears, as he rammed his cock into her violently,
and as he pinched her nipples, she shrieked from the pain. When she felt him
bury his cock inside of her cunt and stop, she suddenly understood what was
about to happen.

"No!" she screamed, terrified that he would impregnate her with his seed. "No!
Stop! I'm not protected. DON'T!" she cried out, as she felt the first jet of
his seed shoot into her unprotected womb.

She tried to pull away from him, hoping to get away before anymore of his
sperm found its way into her. As she tried to use her legs to push away from
him. Bob looked down at her, as she struggled to get his cock out of her. He
grabbed her hips, and pushed farther in, as she screamed in protest. He found
her struggles exciting, and could see no reason to tell her that he was
sterile. He was having too much fun watching her panicked squirms.

When he finished having emptied his load into her, he collapsed on top of her,
tired and exhausted from his exertions. Her legs fell back to the floor, no
longer held up on his shoulders, and she lay there crying, as he laid on top
of her. She sobbed and whimpered again, tears falling freely from her eyes.

After ten minutes of being crushed under him, he finally rolled over, and she
took a deep breath, now feeling relief from the pressure of his weight upon
her. As soon as she caught her breath, she started to get up from the bed.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" he asked her.

"Just to the bathroom." she said weakly, tears still running down her face.

"Fine, but don't take too long, we've got a lot more to do here tonight." he
said, as he watched her walk into the bathroom.

Just as the door closed, he heard her sobbing break out into full cries of
despair. He laid on the bed, listening to her uncontrollable mental breakdown.

After relaxing for a bit, he began to prepare for the next set of photos that
he wanted to take of her. Finally, after forty-five minutes, she emerged from
the bathroom. She had dried her eyes, but still looked like hell, as she stood
before him, trying to cover herself with a hand towel. Her hair was now a mess,
her were eyes bloodshot from crying, and her posture sunken, as she walked up
in front him, her spirit broken. He could still see his hand prints in red, on
her tits.

"Here, put this on." he said, handing her the Army uniform that she had worn
before. "You might as well dress the part, because you already look the part."

She looked at the outfit surprised, this was a whole outfit, not some skimpy
imitation of one, as the others that she had worn that night had been. She put
the outfit on, happy to see that it came with a matching set of white panties
and white bra, along with a green t-shirt, that fit her chest very snuggly,
along with the standard, regular issue, camouflage shirt and pants.

As soon as she was dressed, he approached her, and quickly grabbed her arms,
pulling them behind her back. She then felt the rope slide first around one
wrist, and then the other. He pulled the two ropes tightly, then circled each
around her wrists again. He quickly had her wrists secured behind her back,
and as she tried to pull her wrists apart, she found that he had done it quite
securely. She let out another grunt, when she felt him pull her arms up behind
her back, and felt him tie them to a rope from the ceiling.

She watched as he next dropped a drape from the ceiling, it was a painting of
a stone wall, like you would find in a dungeon, or a castle or a prison.
Finding herself tied before the painting, he moved back to his cameras, and
began taking photos of her. This time he gave her no directions, he was just
happy to see her hanging there in pain. After several minutes of taking shots
like this, he moved out from behind his cameras.

He pulled a black hood over his face,  pulled a knife from a cabinet drawer,
and then approached Kristin, as she hung there in pain. As she looked at the
knife, she thought that it looked just like the rubber one that Billy had used
before, but as he brought the blade of the knife to her shirt, she discovered
that it was the real thing.

He sliced the camouflage shirt off of her with just a few slices from the razor
sharp knife. He took several more photos of her, with the remnants of the shirt
hanging from her arms. Next he returned to where she hung, and cut several
slices into the front of her t-shirt, as she cried out in fear. Next using a
tube of red lipstick, he ran it across her flesh, through the cuts he had made
in her shirt. Then he draped a whip over her shoulder, and returned to his
cameras. He was happy with the results, as she now hung there with her t-shirt
ripped open, and looked like she had been whipped by someone, who left her
beaten and wilted.

After getting all of the shots that he had wanted, he again returned to her,
and pulled her pants down violently, ripping them from her body. After some
more photos of her that way, he ripped her t-shirt from her body, and then
again took more photos of her.

Next he stuffed remnants of her t-shirt into her mouth, and ripped the bra
from her body, using it to tie and secure the rag in her mouth. He took the
time to get more shots of her like this. Then he focused the cameras on her,
and set them to take photos every twenty seconds.

He then approached her, and ripped the panties from her hips, leaving her with
only the scraps of her shirts, hanging from her wrists. He moved behind her,
dropped his pants, and began to take her doggy style.

He was rough and forceful, grabbing her tits, and spanking her ass, as he
drove his cock into her. She whimpered and cried into her gag, hoping that he
would stop. His assault finally ended when he again filled her with his sperm.
His second ejaculation inside of her drove her even wilder than the first one
had. She was already worried that she would get pregnant from the first time
that he came inside of her, but now, as he did it again, she was frantic to
clean it out of herself.

Then to her horror, he left her hanging there, as he grabbed a camera, and
began taking close-ups of the liquid which was now running out of her pussy,
and down her thighs. Finished photographing her, he went to gather his things.
When he was ready to go, having shut down the computers, lights, and cameras,
and having made a few phone calls, he approached her, carrying a black trench
coat.

It was already 11:30, and he had a big day planned for her tomorrow. Using the
knife, he cut her free, and handed her the coat, telling her to put it on. As
she reached to pull the gag from her mouth, he angrily told her again to put
on the coat. Slipping the coat on over her naked body, he grabbed her arm, and
led her out of the studio and to his car.

On the way to his car, she tied the coat shut, and pulled the gag from her
mouth. They drove in silence to his house.

Once inside his house, he led her to his bedroom, and told her to go shower
and clean herself up. She spent the next hour trying to wash away the remnants
of the night from her body. As she walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a
towel, he ordered her to lose the towel, telling her that she would always
sleep in the nude with him. As soon as she lay down next to him, he guided her
to ride his cock, as he placed her on top of him.

He made love to her twice more throughout the night, each time leaving his
sperm in her cunt. When he woke her in the morning, she was exhausted. Handing
her a breakfast sandwich, he began to ask her questions.

When was her last period? How heavy was it normally? How had she enjoyed the
sex? She answered the barrage of embarrassing questions as quickly as she
could.

He then told her that she would start taking birth control pills, as soon as
her next period was over. She then began to cry, telling him that she may not
have another period, after he had "creamed" inside of her all night. As she
cried and whimpered in despair, he finally let her in on his little secret.
Telling her he was sterile, and there was no chance that she would get pregnant
from his sperm. As she relaxed, hearing this good news, she tried to calm down
and collect herself, when he told her what was about to happen.

He informed her that his partner would be by shortly to fuck her, and she had
to make a decision. His partner refused to wear a rubber, and he was very
potent, having four children already. She could either let him shoot his load
into her cunt, and take the chance on becoming pregnant, OR, she could take him
in her ass, and suffer through the pain and humiliation that would cause her,
OR she could suck him off with her mouth. However, if she decided to use her
mouth, and suck him off, she would have to swallow every drop that he squirted
into her mouth, or she'd be punished severely.

At first she objected to it all, claiming that she had never agreed to have
sex with anyone else. But Bob made a persuasive argument, which quickly changed
her mind. Then he asked for her again for her answer, telling her that he had
to prepare her, as his partner would be there in just half an hour.

"Well Kristin, where do you want him to fuck you?" he asked her, with a
Cheshire cat grin from ear to ear.
Chapter 4

Deciding it was the least offensive of his demands, Kristin agreed to let his
partner deposit his sperm in her mouth and swallow it all. Just the very
thought of a man's penis in her mouth, made her stomach turn, but she couldn't
bear to think of allowing anyone to stick their dick in her ass. The very
thought of it just sounded too painful for her to even contemplate. Although
both of those options were repugnant and disgusting, they were still better
than risking getting pregnant.

Having given Bob her answer, he told her to go shower and clean up. He handed
her a hanger with some clothes on it, and told her to put them on when she was
cleaned up. As she walked into the bathroom, Bob told her that she had twenty
minutes to get all "dolled up".

As he watched his new star close the door, with a look of defeat on her face,
he smiled broadly, happy over the way that things had proceeded more smoothly,
after having gotten off to such a bumpy start. The strong resistance that she
had initially shown early Friday night, had forced him change some of his plans
for her. He had decided that he would need to do more to break her will, he
also needed to find something more to hold over her, to ensure his control of
her. He feared that she may be planning to try and break free of him again. He
had hoped to keep the young beauty to himself this first weekend, but he felt
that her actions, and continued reluctance to accept his demands, warranted 
this change of plans.

As Kristin showered, she found herself wondering what else the sick pervert
had in store for her. He had already taken so much from her, and she wondered
what else he would do to her, if she allowed this to go on for a year. She
feared that there would be nothing left of her in a year, if he had his way.
She knew that she had to find a way out. What if she really refused, would he
really send those pictures out. After all, she had been late, and he hadn't
mailed them yet, maybe he just was bluffing. As she stepped out of the shower,
she knew that it was too risky to take that chance. As she brushed her long
silky hair, her thoughts turned to even darker ideas. She could kill him, she'd
seen enough movies to make it look like an accident, hadn't she. Thinking
better of it, she decided that she could hire someone to do it for her. She
had money saved up from her modeling and babysitting. No, then she would have
that, for someone else to hold over her.

She finally turned her attentions back to the present, and to the clothes that
Bob had given her to wear. The white canvas shorts were even in her size, in
fact she had a pair almost exactly like them. The knit tank top looked
shockingly similar to one of her favorites. The bra and panties, even the
ankle socks, he had given her to wear, were just like what she would normally
wear. She was shocked that nothing he had given her to wear was sick or
perverted. He had given her clothes that she could actually feel comfortable
in.

Bob was waiting for her as she walked out of the bathroom, with a few minutes
to spare. She looked perfect, and the outfit looked just the way it had in the
photograph that Jim had given him to enlarge. She looked at him angrily, as he
motioned for her to follow him. Slowly she trailed him down the hall, and then
down the stairs. He stood behind her, as he guided her down the basement steps.
She looked over her shoulder feeling a little uncomfortable with her back to
him. As she walked into the well lit room at the bottom of the steps, she had
a strange feeling. The room had a bed and dresser in it that looked vaguely
familiar, from the wallpaper to the floor. She couldn't put her finger on it,
but it troubled her.

He led her over to the bed and asked her to have a seat. He then walked over
to the dresser. Opening the top drawer, he took the tray he had placed there
earlier out. Walking back to the bed, he sat next to her, as she glared at him.
He ordered her to close her eyes, unaffected by her obvious anger and hatred
towards him. She let out an angry sigh, and closed her eyes without saying a
word.

Taking the bandages from the tray, he placed one over each of her eyes. The
tan material was almost the same color as her tanned skin, making it look as
though she merely had her eyes closed. He secured each patch over her eyes,
and when he was confident that they would stay there, he began to give her
directions.

"When my partner gets here, I'll tell him that you want him to fuck you in the
mouth, so when you feel him pull out of your cunt, and put his dick against
your lips, you'd better open you mouth." he said, patting her thigh. "You'd
better take it in your pretty little mouth, and suck him dry. And don't forget,
if you spill so much as a drop, I'll do you in the ass. Do you understand?" he
asked.

"Yeah, I got it." she said to him, in a short angry outburst.

"Your attitude better be gone before your clothes are. My partner, he's the
strong silent type, so you better not say a word from now until I tell you to
talk again. Shake your head if you understand what I'm telling you." he
ordered. She moved her head up and down to show that she had understood his
instructions, wondering if he could be anymore demeaning to her.

He then guided her to the middle of the bed, and taking her left arm, he pulled
it up to the headboard, where he tied it in place. Then he moved to her right
arm, and did the same thing. He then turned his attention to her legs,
spreading them wide, to the corners of the bed, before tying them in place.
Now, tied to the bed spread eagled, as she had been in some of her magazine
shots, she felt more helpless than she had in her whole life.

She felt his hands on her face, as he pulled her hair back and behind her ears.
She felt him stick something into her ear, and then wrap something around the
back of her ear, holding the device fully in her ear. She felt him do the same
thing to her other ear, then felt him drape her hair back over both of her
ears, hiding any sign of the devices.

As he climbed from the bed, she heard his last comment, before the white noise
started. "Not a word or else."

The silence of the room was drowned out by the noise screaming through her
ears, and assaulting her mind. She was frightened by it's ominous nature, and
wondered what it was that she wasn't meant to hear.

Bob had turned on the transmitter, sending the signals to her mind. He had
gotten a copy of the noise used by the FBI hostage teams, to disorient
terrorist. He had replaced the subliminal track that the bureau used, with his
own. He had been told by a friend who worked with the bureau, that if done
properly, the planting of subliminal messages could be highly effective. With
the help of this friend, he had made a tape just for his new star.

He placed the photos on the wall, and moved in the rug and a chest that he
slid to the foot of the bed, comparing his work with the photo in his hand, he
walked out ready for his guest.

Jim Wilson arrived a few minutes early. Bob had called him last night, and
told him to meet him at 10:00 AM. He said that they had some business to
discuss, but would give him no further information. Bob greeted him at the
door, and led him to the family room. After several minutes of idle
conversation Jim got around to asking him why he had wanted him over here.

"Well buddy, you remember our arrangement, don't you?" Bob asked, handing him
the original photo of Kristin in the shower.

"Sure. So what's up? I did everything that you asked, and now she's modeling
for you. I kept up my end of the deal." Jim said worried.

"No no, you misunderstand. You did an excellent job, and I couldn't have done
it without you." Bob said handing his friend a photo of Kristin riding Billy's
cock in ecstasy.

"Oh my God!" Jim said looking at the picture.

"Yes indeed. Now it's time for me to keep my end of the deal." he said
standing up.

"What? What are you talking about?" Jim asked, his eyes still glued to the
photo.

"I have her. She's here for you." Bob said, causing Jim's eyes to move from
the photo, to Bob, trying to see if his friend was serious or not. "She's
downstairs tied to a bed, blindfolded, and unable to hear a thing." motioning
for Jim to follow him.

He continued to talk, as he led Jim to the basement. "Look she's totally
willing, but I knew that you were a little worried about it. So I told her my
partner wanted a shot at her, but he was really shy. She suggested that I
blindfold her, and tie her down, to make you feel more at ease. She's a real
freak." Bob said grinning, as he saw Jim's excitement grow.

"Oh the ears plugs were my idea, as I didn't know if you where a talker or not,
and I didn't want her to hear your voice, in case you didn't want her to know
it was you. Like I said, she's tied up now, but if you want, you can untie her
or leave her tied up, whatever you want. The only thing that you need to
remember is, not to cum in her yet. She hasn't had time to start on the pill
yet, so she wants you to let her swallow your cum." he said, as the men walked
down the steps.

"You're sure that she can't see a thing, and she won't hear us?" Jim asked
nervously.

"Positive, I made sure of it, those are surgical patches on her eyes, with
gauze underneath. The earphones are playing constant noise, so you don't have
to worry about her hearing you, between songs or anything. But look, if you
want take the blindfold off and the ear plugs out, you can. I mean whatever
you want to do, and whatever makes you comfortable." he told Jim, shuffling
him into the room.

As Jim's eyes locked onto his young babysitter, bound to the bed, the image
that he had dreamed of, for more than two years now lay there in front of him.

"Look, I'll be upstairs doing some work. You kids take your time and have some
fun. Oh, one more thing, she loves having her clothes cut off her body, makes
her very horny." Bob advised him, handing Jim a pair of surgical scissors.

Jim Wilson walked over to the young girl tied to the bed, obsessed with her
beauty and helplessness. As he approached her, everything else in the room was
ignored, as he stared at Kristin. He never noticed the portrait of his family
on the wall, just like in his own bedroom at home, or identical dresser, rug,
bed, trunk, and sheets. Bob had made the room an almost exact replica of Jim's
bedroom, except for the window that would be on the wall opposite the bed. On
that wall, he had placed a large one way mirror, hiding several cameras and
camcorders behind it.

As Jim walked to the head of the bed, he ran his hand over the front of her
face, and she never moved a muscle. Next he snapped his fingers, just inches
in front of her. There were still no signs that she could see or hear a thing.
Relaxing and reassured of his safety, he couldn't contain himself anymore.

He climbed onto the bed, and brought his lips to hers. He began kissing her
passionately. Kristin felt his lips on her own, and not knowing what else she
could do, returned the kisses. As she opened her mouth to allow his tongue
access, she felt his hands on her legs. She found the sensation of being
touched and kissed, while she was blindfolded and helpless, strangely exciting.

Jim kept on kissing her lips, her neck and her cheeks, as he had wanted to for
oh so long. His hands moved over her body, touching her in places that he had
only dreamed of being able to touch her. As Bob watched his friend on the
screen, he grew bored with Jim's lack of vision. He had been down there with 
the beautiful helpless girl for over half an hour, and Jim hadn't even removed
a single item of her clothing yet. As Jim felt his blood boiling, he finally
moved his fingers to her shorts. Unbuttoning them, he slipped his hands inside
and under her new white panties. As his hands pushed further inside of her
pants, she found her shorts being pushed down her legs.

After only minutes of exploring inside of her panties, his hand slipped out,
moved up her belly, and under her tank top. As he moved his hands up, he
slipped his hand under her bra, and gently pinched her nipples. He watched as
she bit her lip and jerked about under his touch, he thought that she really
was enjoying this.

Kristin had been crying for some time now, but the gauze had soaked up her
tears. The noise running through her mind played hell with her already
confused thoughts. She felt his arms move up to her wrist, and as she felt her
left arm freed, she had a desire to pull the bandage from her eyes. Fear of
what would happen to her if she angered Bob, and his partner, kept her from
doing just that. Her right arm was freed next, and she felt him tugging at the
bottom of her tank top. She lifted herself up from the bed, to help him pull
the top off of her. It took some effort for her to lift up the way her legs
were still spread wide apart, and tied to the bed, as they were.

As her blouse came off, she fell back onto the bed, and felt the man's hands
immediately reach under her, and unhook her bra. He then pulled it up and off
of her very impressive chest. She then felt his mouth move to her now bare
breast, as he began sucking on them greedily, and kissing them with great
vigor.

Jim was in heaven. It was a dream come true, and it was as good as he had
dreamed it would be. He heard her breathing quicken, as she arched her back
under his lustful actions with her tits. As she began to pant and moan, he
felt the need arise. He moved his hands to her shorts, and began to push them
down her legs. When he hit resistance, because her legs were tied wide apart,
he remembered that she was still tied to the bed.

Grabbing the scissors from the bed, where he had laid them, he opened the
blades, slid one under her shorts, and began cutting them off of her body.
After several more cuts, he finally pulled her shorts and panties free from
her youthful hips. He then climbed from the bed and undressed himself.

Feeling at home, he tossed his shirt and pants on the chest at the end of the
bed, after kicking his shoes off. Next, he pulled off his underwear, and moved
to her leg. Untying one, and then the other, he freed her sexy legs. Then
climbing onto the bed between her legs, he pressed his hard cock into her,
without so much as a moment's hesitation.

Bob watched the screen in front of him, laughing as he watched his friend
fucking the babysitter, thinking that he would never make it as a porn star.
Jim pumped into her frantically, almost comically, while still wearing his
socks.

Kristin lay there trying to get used to her new lovers style. He was frenzied
and unsteady, as he pumped his cock into her. The worst part was when his
small dick would slip out of her pussy, and he would try to ram it back in,
missing her hole, and jabbing her with it instead. His hands had moved under
her body, and he was gripping her ass cheeks tightly, as he speared into her
in a frenzy.

After only a short time Jim felt himself coming close to his own climax, and
remembering what Bob had told him about her request. He pulled out in the nick
of time. As he straddled her body, he knee walked up to her face. Once he was
next to her face, he pressed his dripping cock to her lips. At first she was
offended, by having the thing pushed against her lips, but then she remembered
Bob's instructions. Pushing against her lips again, she opened her mouth to
his cock this time. As her lips closed around his slimy prick, his first jet
of jism squirted from it's tip.

She tasted the salty liquid hit her tongue, as he began to cum in her mouth.
She almost barfed on the spot, but knowing that Bob would punish her for
failure to obey him, she forced herself to hold it in, and swallowed it, hoping
to swallow it without having to taste it.

Feeling her mouth swallowing his first shot, elicited another squirt, and then
another. He emptied himself into her mouth, believing that she was enjoying it.
He heard her muffled grunt, as she snorted some of his foul seed into her nose,
while she was having trouble breathing, with his cock stuffed inside of her
mouth.

As he pulled himself up, and off of her chest, he looked down and saw that her
face was contorted with disgust by his deposit. Seeing her reaction, he felt
ashamed and embarrassed. He had been a major part in turning this girl into
the little whore that she appeared to be in front of him. She had been so
innocent when he first met her, now look at what he had helped to do to her.

Jim climbed off the bed, and quickly dressed, mumbling how sorry he was to
Kristin, having forgotten that she couldn't hear him. As he scurried up the
steps, needing to leave this place as soon as he could, he was met by Bob at
the top of the steps.

Kristin lay on the bed, not sure whether her ordeal was over yet, and too
scared to talk, until she was given permission to do so. She curled up in a
ball, hoping that she would soon be able to wash the taste of the foul cum
from her mouth.

"I gotta go!" Jim said, almost in a jog, as he hurried past Bob.

"Hey don't worry buddy, we'll have you back over again soon." Bob said,
chuckling as he watched his friend rush out.
Chapter 5

As Bob entered the basement bedroom, he found Kristin lying on the bed, her
body curled up in a ball. As he approached her, he thought perhaps she had
somehow fallen asleep through the noise being pumped into her mind. However,
as he placed his hand on her hip, she flinched at his touch.

Bob then ran his hand down her smooth silky leg, and grabbed her ankle. He
pulled it back to the bonds that she had earlier been freed from. Next, he
retied both of her wrists to the head board, before securing her other ankle,
as he spread her legs painfully far apart.

Leaving the girl this way for several minutes, he returned with his supplies.
First he took the glass containing the sweet concoction, and, lifting her head
up, brought it to her lips.

Kristin again finding herself bound to the bed and blindfolded, drank the
strange fruit juice, grateful for something, anything to help wash out the
taste of the cum that she still had in her mouth. The sounds being pumped into
her ears from the small devices that Bob had used earlier, was filling her
mind with subliminal messages. The drink she had just been given would help
her to accept and to process the messages being constantly pumped into her
head. Bob stood over the young woman, wondering if this would really work.

He had gotten to know a guy, who knew someone else, who supposedly worked with
the FBI and CIA, in their psychological operations units. He had eventually
worked through his friend to meet the man himself. He had told him that he had
always been interested in this sort of thing, but always thought that it
sounded like so much bull shit to him. Determined to show Bob the value of his
work, he had explained to him, in intimate detail, exactly how it worked. Bob
then began to hit him with how-to questions, in which the overly zealous
scientist had filled in all of the little details for him, even providing the
tape of white noise that he was currently using on the young girl. But his
continuous questioning finally threw-up a red flag to the geek, but not before
he had revealed that the messages where much more affective, when received and
listened to under the effects of a psychedelic drug, which the geek had also
told him about. The geek had insisted that he swear to him that he wouldn't
tell anyone about the information that he had let slip, and that he never use
this forbidden knowledge on anyone himself. As he ran his hand over Kristin's
nude body, he just hoped that the little geek was right. He had spent a lot of
time making the subliminal track for this, and acquiring the drug hadn't been
cheap either.

Next he moved his attentions to the patch of hair between her legs. As his
hands began applying the gel to her most private patch, Kristin squirmed under
his touch.

As the liquid was spread across the most sensitive folds of her skin, she
struggled in vain to break free of her bonds. As the soft cotton was pressed
down firmly over the gel, she let small squeaks escape from her lips.

As the cotton was pulled free of her skin, the sugaring gel removed her hair
from her most intimate of places, by literally pulling it out by it's very
roots. She winced, and let out a small cry in pain. Bob repeated this over and
over again. When he had removed all of the hair that he could with the gel, he
picked up a tube of lotion, using it to clean her now almost hairless crotch.
Next, taking the tweezers-like razor device, that he had bought, ran it over
her now desensitized region. She moved around, tickled by the device, as it
ran across her skin, pulling out even the smallest of hairs.

Happy with her now totally hairless crotch, he gazed intently at her pussy,
thinking that it made her look even younger and more innocent than she had
been. Deciding that he needed to try her out again, now that she was hairless,
he sunk his tongue deep into her moist folds, tasting her juices still flowing
from her earlier sex with Jim. Pulling his tongue from her moist treasure, he
now sank a pair of fingers into her, after her sweet honey. Scooping out what
he could from her tight snatch, he moved the slimy digits up to her mouth
forcing them into her oral cavity.

As the slime covered fingers where pushed into her mouth, Kristin moved her
head from side to side, but found that she was unable to escape them, as they
found their way into her mouth. The disgusting intruders stayed planted in her
mouth, until she finally realized what was expected of her, and sucked her own
goo from them. It had taken her several minutes to determine just what it was
that she was supposed to do, but once she did, he repeated the process several
times, making her suck her own juices off of his fingers. When he thought that
she had at least accepted this, he placed a pair of ben-Wa balls ever so
gently into her bald pussy. Next, using a small vibrator, he began massaging
her clit with it, before delicately inserting it into her cunt.

He slid the device in and out repeatedly for several minutes, until he heard
her begin to moan with pleasure, from the sensations caused by the buzzing toy
rubbing inside of her, along with the sensuous balls rolling around in there
as well. She arched her back, and tossed her head from side to side, as the
passion inside of her rose to new heights.

He buried the device deep inside of her tight pussy. He then untied her right
arm from it's bonds. Then he guided her now free hand down to her excited cunt,
and wrapped her fingers around the small powered device. He then began moving
the vibrating dildo in and out of her cunt, with her hand wrapped around it.
She continued to moan and toss, as the feelings continued to intensify. After
several minutes, she began to move the dildo in and out freely, without any
guidance from him. She found her own pleasure, by stabbing it in this way, and
then that way, while rubbing it against the cool metal balls being pushed
around inside of her. She let out low sensual moans of pleasure, as strange
feelings and thoughts ran through her mind.

Seeing that she was now content to pleasure herself, moving the small vibrating
dildo vigorously around inside of herself, he moved to the head of the bed.
Grabbing her by the back of her neck, he pulled her to the left side of the
bed, her left wrist still restrained. Dropping his pants to the floor, he
pressed his cock to her lips. She quickly opened her mouth, accepting his
prick into her mouth, without more than a moment's hesitation. She sucked his
cock into her mouth, before her actions even registered in her mind.

Kristin was horrified, as she realized that she had allowed someone to just
shove their prick into her mouth, with absolutely no resistance on her part,
and then was vigorously sucking on it. She couldn't believe that she had fallen
so far so fast. She sucked it into her mouth, as though she had wanted it,
even before she knew what she was doing. She had done all of this while she
was masturbating herself frantically, hoping to find her own release, with the
tiny buzzing device. She hadn't orgasmed since her first time with Bob, back
at the studio last night, and now she felt that she had to find that release
again. She had been screwed three times by Bob last night, but had found that
she was too sore to find any enjoyment in it. The last man to screw her had
been so clumsy and fast, that she hadn't gotten any enjoyment from his time
inside of her.

Bob looked down, when he felt her stop sucking his cock, he also noticed that
she had stopped moving the vibrator in and out of herself. Not pleased that
she hadn't finished the job, he reached down and pinched her nipple between
his fingers. As soon as he did this, as if on cue, she resumed sucking on him,
as her hand returned to the task of working her pussy to an orgasm.

Kristin had no idea as to why she was again acting so whorishly, without so
much as a thought as to what she was doing. But as she did, she began to
wonder why she found herself behaving this way, and even found herself repulsed
by her actions. However, she quickly found herself climbing a mountain of
excitement, on her way to an orgasm. As she continued to suck on his cock,
she found herself on the crest of a mind shattering orgasm. She was so close,
but no matter how hard she tried, she was unable to bring herself a release.
She worked herself harder, thinking that she was just moments away from her
ultimate pleasure, as she moved the slick cylinder in and out of her cunt,
working it from side to side, but still not finding a release. After being on
the verge of her own release for so long, she found that it was impossible to
think of anything else, but her climax.

Bob watched in awe, as she began to ram the shiny silver vibrator into herself,
passionately stroking it in and out of her pussy. She was in a sexual frenzy,
her sucking now making a slurping sound around his cock. He continued pinching
her nipples, and driving her wild. She couldn't work the phallus into her cunt
fast enough to please herself, as she withered under him. He felt himself
tighten, before he exploded into her mouth, setting loose a river of the salty
warm sperm to fill her oral cavity.

Her mind registered the liquid striking her in the back of her throat, but she
made no effort to pull away, instead merely swallowing the hot jism, while
trying to suck even more from the dick in her mouth. Even after the eruption
was over, and she had swallowed it all, she continued sucking on the rod in
her mouth, undaunted by it's first explosion. She sucked his cock as though it
was the only thing in her world, even while her hand continued to move the
vibrator about in her pussy, seemingly in a world of it's own.

As his cock hardened again under the insistent sucking by her mouth. He smiled
to himself, impressed with how quickly the suggestions had seemed to take
effect on her. He took note of how she eagerly sucked on his dick, but without
any real technique. He would need to train her in how to use her tongue, and
to show more creativity in her blow jobs. Even with only her eagerly sucking
on his cock, he found himself ready to go again in less than fifteen minutes.

Pulling his stiff member from her still sucking mouth he moved between
her wide spread legs. Taking her hand off of the dildo, he moved it to her
chest. She immediately began tweaking her nipples, and grabbing her tits
roughly. He removed the silver tool from her now dripping wet cunt, and
slipped his cock in, just past the lips of her pussy.

He toyed with her, moving his cock just into her cunt, and then sliding it up
her slit, before pulling it free, never making any real penetration. Her mouth
now free, she moaned loudly under his torment, letting out a sigh of despair
or desperation from her mouth, as her saliva dripped down her cheeks. He toyed
with her for several more minutes, when she finally started talking. Although
she hadn't spoken, since Bob had ordered her to remain silent, she now couldn't
keep silent any longer.

"Oh God! PLEASE! DO IT! FUCK ME!" She cried over and over again. Her tormented
mind now begging for release.

Hearing all of the encouragement that he needed, he drove his dick into her,
filling her pussy with his meat in one fast, hard thrust. Already stuffed with
the tiny metal ben-Wa balls, the stuffing sensation of his warm stiff member
drove her over the brink, and into an intense orgasm.

Her screams of ecstasy were the first sounds that she heard, that had broken
through the tormenting noise being pumped into her ears. She began trying in
vain to push her crotch up into his groin, hoping to get more of his cock into
her pussy. She was filled, mentally in bliss, as all other thoughts were pushed
from her mind. As she found herself climaxing, going from one orgasm to the
next, she lost all control.

He saw her lips quivering and turned up in pleasure, as she screamed again and
again with each release, that she had needed so badly, finally washed over her.
He was shocked that she was saying everything, just as he had instructed her
to do on the tape. By her fifth consecutive orgasm, he finally let loose his
own orgasm again, filling her cunt with his sperm.

Even though she was unsure of who had just sprayed their potentially
impregnating sperm into her unprotected womb, she really didn't care at the
moment. The only thought running through her mind, was one of contentment,
happy to finally get her release from the pent up sexual feelings that she had
suffered through earlier.

He collapsed onto the bed next to her, and they both fell into a light sleep.
Even with the noise screaming through her ears, she was too exhausted to stay
awake, and fell into a troubled sleep.

Kristin awoke to the feeling of pain and soreness, her last partner no longer
laying next to her in the bed. She rolled her head, now sick of the noise
that was still screaming into her mind. She was in hell, and her mouth felt
dry, as the taste of cum still lingered on her tongue. Her jaws ached, sore
from sucking so hard and so long on the cock earlier. Her pussy was even more
sore. The lips of her cunt ached, and the cool air flowed over them, punishing
the exposed and battered flesh. Her legs were cramped, her hips felt on fire,
and her shoulders, from her arms still being secured above her head, were
ablaze with a fiery pain.

Even her breasts sent a feeling of pain and soreness to her mind. She had
never felt so used, as she did at that moment. To compound her pain and
suffering, her exposed pussy screamed with pain and humiliation, as she felt
the tingles from where the hair had been pulled out, not that long ago.

Bob had let her sleep for just over three hours, when his next guest arrived.
He explained to the leather clad Asian beauty standing before him, what he
wanted her to do, and how long she had to play with his new pet. As the two
entered the now transformed room, that housed the young girl, she was an
eyeful, and the other woman cracked her knuckles, delighted that she got paid
to do what she would have done for free.

Bob's phone rang, and when he finished talking, he hung up delighted. His
hastily planned evening was falling into place. Little Kristin was going to
school, but she wouldn't be hitting the books.
Chapter 6

As Bob went to get a few more cameras, Sara Kai dropped the large bag that she
was carrying over her shoulder, and onto the floor. Next the horny Asian knelt
between Kristin's legs, and began running her hands up and down the bound girl's
thighs. The smooth soft skin of the youth felt like silk, and sent tingles
into her. She enjoyed making it with other women, and the younger the better.

Kristin felt the light touch moving up her legs, first moving up her outer
calves, then sliding onto her inner thighs. The touch was delicate and loving,
moving lightly over the top of her skin, the other woman's nails teased her,
as they moved up her body. She felt the fingers making an outline around her
tender flowered snatch. They moved around teasingly, moving from one thigh to
the other, just below her delicate sex, and then to one side, before sliding
over to the other leg.

Sara watched, as the girl moved under her touch. Her whimpers told the story
of her pain and discomfort. Seeing that she was so sensitive to being touched,
and her body was sore and in pain, she retrieved a herbal lotion from her bag,
and squirted it into her hand.

As the cool lotion touched her skin, Kristin bit her lip, she feared that 
impending pain was sure to follow it, but the pain never came. The lotion was
soothing the pain that she did feel, and her skin no longer felt like it was
burning. Even as the hands worked the lotion into the folds of her abused cunt,
she felt the relief flowing over her. The hand coated every inch of her skin
in the soothing comfort that she found from the cream. The hands now freely
roamed her body, moving from one end to the other, exploring every crevice,
every inch of her exposed skin.

Sara moved in and began kissing young Kristin, first just above her slit, then
to the left, and then to the right. Next she lowered her lips, bringing them
to Kristin's lower lips. To begin with, she ran her tongue all over the pink
pouting pedals, exposed between the girl's legs. Her licking then turned into
a mixture of licking and sucking.  

Kristin was sure that she felt the touch of another woman, the feel of her
touch, the scent from her antagonist combined to convince her that she was
with another woman. She felt the woman lower her mouth to her pussy, then,
after several minutes of this sensation, she felt the mouth envelope her. The
feeling was certainly unlike when Bob had used his mouth and tongue on her, as
this one was delicate and thoughtful. If it wasn't for her sense of disgust,
she would have been able to enjoy herself.

As the other woman worked her magic on Kristin, she fought hard to push back
the feelings that she was receiving from the other woman's touch. She felt
sick and perverted. How could she actually get any pleasure from this? She was
winning the battle, calming herself down, even as the tongue darted back and
forth inside of her. But then, as soon as a rough hand pinched down on her
right nipple, holding it in pain for only a few moments, the flood gates were
opened. The feelings that she had worked so hard to oppress, rushed back into
her mind. She lost all of the will power and restraint, that she had worked so
hard to gain, lost in a sea of lust.

Sara smiled, as she heard Kristin moan in pleasure, as she worked the girl
over, passion now running freely through both women. Moving her hands behind
her back, she unzipped the small black leather skirt, and tossed it to the
side of the room. She moved her crotch deliberately over Kristin's open,
moaning mouth.

Kristin felt the other body hovering over her own, as she found her pleasure
rising again uncontrollably. As the warm moist "V" of Sara's legs dropped onto
her face, she began licking the cunt hovering over her mouth, trying to
pleasure her partner, as well as she was receiving it. Again she climbed the
mountain, feeling herself near the verge of bliss. The two worked their tongues
into each other for what seemed like an eternity.

While the women drove one another to the peaks of ecstasy, Bob had unbound
Kristin's arms and legs. Next he pulled the bandages from her puffy eyes. The
bodies of the women tangled together in an erotic sight, as they worked
feverishly to pleasure one another.

Sara soon felt her release, an orgasm flowing through her body, howls of
pleasure came billowing into the air from her mouth. Even as Kristin felt her
partner's orgasm run through her body, she was troubled by her own lack of
pleasure.

As Sara moved off of the bed, retrieving her clothes, Kristin spied Bob
standing with his pants down, and his dick hard. She was drawn to his prick,
she needed it, she needed the release that it could give her. She moved on
hands and knees to it, crawling across the bed. She reached out and took a hold
of it. Drawing it to her, and gently kissing it. Then she maneuvered it to her
backside. Difficult as it was for her, she helped guide his cock into her
yearning cunt. Happy to finally feel another dick inside of her, she began to
grind against it, pushing herself against his cock, while screaming in
excitement. She fucked him aggressively, and had three climaxes, before he
emptied his balls into her.

As soon as his cock left her cunt, her feelings of grief, disgust, perversion,
flooded back into her mind. What had she just done and why? She felt sluttish
and low, she was a whore, a common slut and she hated it. She never had these
feelings before, but then again, she had only been sexually active less than a
week now. Maybe she was a whore?

She looked up, as the woman that she had been so intimate with, just minutes
ago, took her hand and guided her to the restroom, through the other door in
the room. As the women cleaned and showered, Kristin was troubled by taking a
shower with the older woman. She was a beautiful Asian woman, perhaps in her
mid-thirties. She had an incredible body, and would have driven most men wild.
But as she showered with the woman, she felt uncomfortable, as the older woman
soaped her up and cleansed her. The most uncomfortable part had to be when she
reached in and removed the tiny balls from within her snatch. Although having
the aggravating little intruders finally removed, brought a sense of relief to
her, she was uncomfortable over having another woman touch her in this way.

Once cleansed, both inside and out, the older woman guided her out of the
bathroom, and once dressed herself, began grooming Kristin. She pulled her
hair back, and tucked it up, and using bobby pins, tied her hair up tightly on
the top of her head. Next she applied the cream again, and to Kristin's relief,
it made her well used body stop aching as badly as it had. Kristin was then
led from the bathroom to the other room, and guided to a padded chair. Her arms
where bound to the arms of the chair, and then her ankles were secured to the
chair as well. Next, a strap was placed around her neck, making it hard for
her to move her head about.

She looked around, still unable to hear the movement in the room over the
noise screaming in her ears. The woman gently pressed Kristin's cheeks together,
forcing her mouth open. Kristin felt the plastic wedge pushed into her jaws,
first on one side, and then the other. She then felt the strap pulled around
her forehead. As the strap was pulled tight, she found that she was unable to
move her head, or close her mouth. She watched in horror, as Sara, using a
silver metal device, reached into her mouth, and captured her tongue. She
winced in pain, as the device pinched her tongue, and then really got scared
as she saw the woman bringing some silver jewelry up to her mouth.

The pain was sharp and intense, as the woman pierced her tongue, then secured
a stud in place, before removing the metal device that she used to hold her
tongue out of her mouth. Next she cautiously removed the plastic blocks,
forcing Kristin's mouth open to open even wider, momentarily. Now free to do
so, the tortured girl began to scream in pain.

Unmoved by the girl's obvious discomfort, she moved her attention to her nose,
and using a false stud, she pinched the sharp stud into girl's nose. The thin
wire that clamped the stud into place was hard to see. She then moved to the
girl's left breast, and applied another one of those false studs to it, as the
poor girl continued to wail in grief.

She stood back and admired her handiwork, the girl looked like she had both of
her breasts, as well as her nose pierced. It was such a good job, that someone
would have to do a really close examination, to tell that they where clip-on's.
She then took her pencil, and began drawing on the girl's right breast, she
worked quickly, and soon you could read the writing on Kristin's chest.
"Daddy's Slut" was written across her right breast, in a bright red color.

The Asian rubbed the finished product with a scrap of newspaper, and to her
amazement, Kristin saw that it looked like she had a tattoo on her breast.
Next the woman went to work on her left thigh, placing a small star on her
inner thigh, and then wiping it with a scrap of colored newsprint, to make it
look like a real tatoo. She ultimately drew a flower on her ankle, and a snake,
wrapped around a woman's leg, on her arm. To Kristin's horror, she wondered
what it would take to get the artwork off of her body, before her folks saw
it.

Drying the tears from her face, as she was no longer crying, Sara began to
apply make-up to her face. She painted it on the young girl, making her look
whorish and trashy. Bob filmed her entire transformation both with stills and
on video. Finally Sara removed the buds from her ears, and the small
transmitters behind them. She then replaced the stylish studs worn by the young
girl, with large, gaudy metal hoops. Bob began to speak to her, as Sara applied
the mascara and lipstick.

Kristin listened to his instructions, having already been beaten down, and
seemingly broken. Yet she still looked defiantly at him, when he told her that
they were going to a party, where she would "entertain" some friends of his,
as he put it, though she knew that it meant that she would have to screw his
friends. Although she said nothing, the reluctance could be seen in her eyes.
She wanted to fight back and demand her freedom, but cautiously waited until
the time was right.

A blond wig was placed over her pinned up hair, and then a small vinyl mask,
with eye holes, nose holes, and a hole for her mouth were cut out, was placed
on her face. She was put on a red and black silk garter belt and stockings.
Then she put on a small red vinyl dress, that barely covered her ass and tits.
Pulling it up too far exposed her ass cheeks, and pulling it down to cover her
ass, allowed her tits to pop out of the top. She was then forced into the back
of a van, but not before receiving a sloppy kiss from Sara.

She got a look at herself in the side mirror of the van, as she got in, and
she was stunned by her bright red lips, the rouge on her cheeks, and her blue
eyelids. The worst part was the dress itself, as it barely covered her naked,
and now hairless pussy, and her ass cheeks, while allowing a generous amount
of her huge tits to press out of the top of her dress, allowing for one nice
bit of her cleavage to show. The dress was so tight, and as she had been naked
all day, up until a moment ago, when she put this dress on, her fully erect
nipples tented the tight, somewhat elastic material of the dress out very
noticeably. "My own family wouldn't recognize me looking like this!" she
thought to herself.

Sitting in the van, Sara applied the final touch to Kristin's costume, by
placing contacts in her eyes, thus disguising the girl's blue eyes, by making
them look brown. The drive took over an hour, and she rode in silence, saying
nothing. Bob would speak occasionally, telling her what he expected of her
tonight. When he would demand a reply from her, she would just mumble her
acknowledgment of his demand, as she was having trouble talking because of her
newly pierced tongue. She had been forced to ride on a bench in the back of
the cargo van, and was unsure of what time it was, or where they had gone. As
she was helped from the van, she took note that it was very dark outside, and
the building that she was being led into looked somehow familiar to her.

Once inside, she was led down a back hallway, and into a bedroom. The loud
music and voices that she heard, told her that there was a party going on. The
voices and laughter of the party goers could be heard coming from all
directions. Immediately upon entering the room, she saw another woman on the
bed, she was naked and had a man fucking her from behind, while she sucked
another man off with her mouth.

Kristin stared at the woman in shock. What a slut, she hadn't even looked up
when the door was opened. She then took note of the woman's outfit. She was
blond wearing a pair of red stockings and a red and black garter belt. The
most troubling part was the mask that she wore on her face, it was the same as
the one that she herself was wearing.

As the man screwing the woman from behind moaned, and shot his sperm into the
slut, Bob pulled the dress off of Kristin's body, almost having to rip the
tight vinyl from her body. The man pulled out from the woman, and she started
to stand.

"Hey Bob." she said, pulling on a matching dress of her own. "So this is your
new project, huh?" as she looked Kristin over.

"Yep, my pride and joy." he said, slapping Kristin on the ass. He leaned over
and repeated what he expected of her, into her ear, before he extended his
hand to the other woman and said, "Come on, my girl will get the next few." as
the two walked out the back door.

As soon as they left, Kristin was pulled onto the bed. The man who had been 
receiving the blow job from the other girl, positioned her on her hands and
knees and began to work his cock into her. As she looked at the guy who had
just cum in the other woman, she thought that he looked to be about twenty
years old, probably some college kid.

As soon as the one fucking her had gotten a rhythm going to his strokes, the
other man opened the door, and invited someone else in. She tried to see who
was coming in, but her view was blocked by the other guy at the door. Just as
the door closed behind them, she felt the guy pumping her reach up and pinch
her nipples roughly. Again she found her mind floating, as soon as his hand
moved away. She was again in a state of sexual duress, needing release and
humping madly against the man in her cunt. She had closed her eyes, taking in
the feeling of the cock in her cunt.

She felt a dick pressed against her lips, and as she opened her eyes, her
mouth opened to accept it. She moved her eyes up the man's body, from his cock
to his face, as she rocked back and forth on the other cock in her cunt. She
looked up to see her older brother, feeding his cock into her mouth.

Chapter 7

Kristin stared up into her brother's lustful eyes in disbelief, as he began sliding 
his cock in and out of her mouth. No level of subliminal conditioning
could have prepared her for this disgusting, incestuous turn of events. Her
mind screamed for the incestuous actions to stop, even as she eagerly pushed
her hips back onto the cock in her cunt. She tried to pull her head back, once
the shock had worn off, but her brother just grabbed the back of her head,
and held her mouth in place on his prick.

She continued to stare into his eyes, finding herself in total disbelief that
her brother Kyle would have anything to do with this sordid scene. He had been
brought up the same as her, in the church, taught to be moral and decent. How
could he be partaking in this orgy of sin? As she fought back her revulsion 
over having her big brother's cock stabbing into her mouth, as he frantically
wanted to cum in her hot oral opening. She started to listen to the boys'
conversation.

Kyle began by saying "Damn, your right, she is hot!" as he speared into her
mouth again, but deeper this time.

"I told you that she's hot and willing!" the guy in her cunt retorted, as he
slapped her on the ass.

Placing a hand under her chin, Kyle looked down at her and asked, "So how many
guys do you plan on satisfying tonight baby?"

She saw his eyes, when he asked her this, and for a moment she thought he had
recognized her.

The man standing in the corner answered the question for her. "I heard one of
the guy's say that she wasn't stopping until this place was empty. Ain't that
right sugar." he said, to her horror.

Kristin's eyes shot open wide with fear, as she worried that he was telling
her the truth. Then she felt the man behind her pull free of her cunt and say,
"Hurry up Kyle, lets switch."

Kyle pulled his cock from her mouth, and the two men helped her stand on the
side of the bed. Kristin felt Kyle's eyes running over her body, as he
complemented her on her tattoos and piercings. The other men agreed that they
were very sexy, as she was positioned in an opposite manner this time. Her
mouth was in front of the guy who had been fucking her, while her ass was
pointing at Kyle.

The boy now standing in front of her guided her mouth to his cock, by 
grasping the back of her head. As she began sucking on his prick, she was
thankful to take his sperm into her mouth, instead of her fertile womb. As she
felt her partner near his climax, she felt Kyle begin to press his cock into
her cunt. Soon her own brother was pounding his dick into his baby sister. The
fellow in her mouth shot his load down her throat, and was quickly replaced by
someone new, who had entered the room just moments ago. As she looked up at
the owner of this new cock, relief swept over her, she was thankful at least
that it belonged to no one that she knew. She sucked this new cock as her
brother mercilessly pounded her pussy from behind.

She tensed up and began to buck under her brother's thrust, when she felt him
begin to climax in her womb. But even as she struggled to break free, Kyle
grabbed her hips and worked himself even deeper into her as his cock kept
spitting out more and more cum into her unprotected pussy. She felt him
flooding her with his seed, as squirt after squirt, he emptied himself inside
of her.

As Kyle pulled his now softening dick from her cunt, Kristin saw the door open
again, and someone else entered. As she tried to see who it was, the man that
she was sucking on pulled free of her mouth, and walked around behind her.
She saw finally saw the new man, as he walked up to her face with a smug grin
on his own face. It was Reggie Morris, Kyle's new friend. Kyle had met him a
couple of weeks ago, and the two had become fast friends. As it turned out,
both men where attending the same school, and although Reggie lived in an
apartment off campus, he had agreed to help Kyle move into his college dorm.
He had been at Kristin's house just last weekend, helping Kyle move.

As he approached her, she saw him blow her a kiss. She watched as he dropped
his baggy shorts, revealing to her that he wore no underwear. Kristin looked
at his massive cock, hanging in front of her face. As he pressed it to her lips,
she looked up, meeting his eyes. While she opened her mouth to allow the
massive cock in, she saw Reggie open his own. The poor girl was shocked and
scared to death, as she watched the 22 year old move his lips, saying her name
silently to her, and then giving her a wink.

She couldn't believe it that he knew who she was. Was he working with Bob, or
did he actually recognize her? As she began to wonder just how much he knew,
the man behind her reach under her body, and hurtfully pinched her nipples.

As the feelings of lust and pleasure washed over her, any worries that she had
bout Reggie were all washed away as well, at least for now. She again found
herself in the throes of ecstasy, as she moved her hands to Reggie's body,
pulling him into her, while at the same time she ground her ass into the man
fucking her from behind. Moans of pleasure escaped her lips, as Reggie pulled
his massive tool free of her mouth.

Kyle stayed and watched, as the sexy vixen began screaming for it. She was
begging someone to fuck her. She sounded stupid or something, talking as
though someone was holding her tongue. He had grown hard again, never having
been this close to such action before, and found that it excited him.

Before last week Kyle had never even had a beer, although he'd been 21 for
several months. Now, as someone handed him another one, he chugged it down,
as he had the several others earlier that night.

As Reggie continued to force feed her his dick, between her moans, he saw Kyle
had been enjoying the sights and sounds. Seeing his friend now sporting an
erection, he motioned him over to take Kevin's position in her cunt. Kevin
returned Reggie's evil grin, as he pulled out of the girl, allowing her
brother to take over.

Kristin, her eyes closed, as she was racked by another orgasm, felt the man
behind her pull out of her cunt, leaving her feeling empty again. But before
she had opened her eyes up, she felt a cock slide back into her pussy, making
her feel whole again. She was in heaven, as she felt the warmth flow through
her body, even as somewhere deep in her mind her conscious mind, a little voice
screamed for the indignities to stop. But the pleasures that she felt, due to
the instructions she had been programmed with, overruled her own better
judgment. She reached behind her, to pull her lover into her hot, itchy cunt,
as she needed to feel more of him inside of her. She had been programmed
subliminally, that she could never be satisfied until her partner had orgasmed
inside her. She would remain frantic, in between her own orgasms, until she
felt his cum filling her unprotected womb.

Reggie felt the pressure in his balls building up. He was only seconds away
from spewing his spunk down her throat, but first he wanted to humiliate her
just a little more.

"God Kyle do you know what our girlfriends would do if they caught us with
this sleazy tramp?" he said, looking her squarely in the eyes. 
   
He saw the pleading look cross the girl's face, it was just what he wanted. He
pushed in further, mumbling her protests, completely silencing her, as streams
of his seed began to flow down her throat.

"Damn dude, be nice. You don't need to call her that. She's just a friendly
girl who likes to have fun and share with others." Kyle said innocently.

She heard her older brother talking, and knew that he was the one behind her,
fucking her again. She turned her head as best as she could with Reggie's cock
still stuffed down her throat. "How could he!" she thought, no longer under
the spell of her programming. She began to worry and wonder, thoughts and
feelings racing back to the front of her mind.

What was Reggie up to? What had come over Kyle? Her mother and father would
kill him, if they knew that this was how he behaved when he was off at college.
Then it finally hit her, they wouldn't be too pleased with her either. No, it
wasn't the same thing she told herself. She had been forced into this, she had
been lied to, betrayed. She would never have done this willingly. Would she?

As she began to question her own actions, she never even thought about the two
cocks being sawed into her mouth and cunt. The feelings were now completely
natural to her. Her sucking a cock with her mouth was becoming second nature
to the teenager. She pushed herself back onto her brother's cock without so
much as a conscious thought about it. She opened her eyes, looking at Reggie's
crotch, only inches from her face. Turning her head, she saw another guy
stroking his semi-erect prick, as he watched her pleasuring the two men at
the same time without missing a beat.

She was a whore. She had to be, nothing else could explain her new behavior.
No one had forced her to behave like this, she had done it on her own. As she
contemplated her actions, and what she had done, she felt her brother again
begin to spew his spunk into her unprotected womb for the second time tonight.
She was alarmed, but made no effort to stop him. What was the use, he had
already done it once, so the damage was probably already done.    

Reggie was still stroking his large organ in and out of her mouth, and watched
as Kyle pulled out of her cunt, spent, having just fucked his little sister.
She was happy to be free of the having someone in her pussy, and as soon as
Reggie pulled free of her mouth, she collapsed on the bed.

Reggie moved to her behind her, and flipped her over onto her back. He threw
her legs open, and plunged his still hard cock into her sloppy cunt. She
grumbled something, before another cock was placed to her lips. She was sore
and tired, and probably pregnant from her older brother leaving two potent
loads of sperm inside of her womb. She just wanted it to end. As she pushed
against Reggie's chest, trying to push him off of her, she began moving her
head back forth, not wanting another cock in her mouth.

Kevin, the fraternity brother at her mouth, continued to try to gain access to
her oral cavity, already on the verge of a climax. Reggie deflected her hands
repeatedly, enjoying her resistance. He had been toying with the youngster up
to this point, but if she wanted to fight, he would have to get serious with
her. He decided to show her what a real man felt like, and slapped her arm away,
as he shoved his large prick into her cunt as hard and as fast, and as deep as
he could.

She wanted him out of her pussy. He had been dipping his cock into her sore
cunt thrusting it fully into her, and then pulling it out until only his prick
head was left inside of her. It served to inflame her sensitive, and over used
pussy. She was sore and his fucking her this way wasn't helping any. She
continued to try and push him off of her. Then suddenly he sank his weight
into her. He was easily three times her size, and when he put his entire weight
into it, he sank really deep into her well used cunt.

God! Did that ever hurt, as his cock was the largest one that she had ever felt
inside of her to this point. It stretched her still inexperienced cunt to new
limits. It was not only unpleasurable, but down right painful. She started to
scream in pain, as he plunged back into her, but Kevin took this opportunity,
when she had stopped moving around and screamed, to force his cock into her
mouth.

The pain was immense, as Reggie would pull almost free of her pussy, before
driving back into her with everything that he had. She fought, her arms
flailing about helplessly. Reggie and Kevin enjoyed the lively girl, as they
continued to use and abuse her.

Reggie became concerned, when he saw her begin to pull the mask free from her
face, worried that Kyle would learn her true identity. He reached forward
slapping her hand away, hoping that it would still be as effective. He then
remembered the "trick", and pinched her nipples as hard as he could.

Kristin's struggles immediately stopped, and she became a passionate lover
again, as the switch was again flipped inside of her mind. She began to enjoy
the two men abusing her, and soon she was gripping Reggie's ass and pulling \
him into her, as if she couldn't get enough of his huge cock.

The young girl sucked the cock into her mouth, and Kevin soon rewarded her
with his creamy filling. As Kevin pulled away from her mouth, Reggie motioned
for Kyle to take his place and then said. "Come on Kyle, let her get you hard
again. Then you can take her in the ass, and get it started for all of us." as
he laughed out loud.

Kyle stepped up, as Reggie began kneading her tits, sending the young girl
into a daze. She took Kyle's dick into her mouth again, working fiendishly to
harden his now well used shaft. As Kristin began to revive he brother's limp
pecker, Reggie continued to pound into her cunt, in slow steady strokes, he
could keep this pace up all night. After a long wait, Kyle finally pulled free
of her mouth, his cock now rigid and stiff.

Reggie, his cock still impaled in the young girl, grabbed to large pillows
from the bed. He lifted her up, spun her around on his large stiff rod, and
dropped her onto her stomach on the pillows. Holding his hand out, for Kevin
to apply the grease to his fingers, Reggie began to pry her ass cheeks open,
his cock still sliding in and out of her cunt.

Next he began working his greased fingers into her anal passage. First he
circled her tiny anal bud, applying a healthy coating of grease to it, as he
moved his fingers around on top of it. Then he worked a finger into her
puckered hole. Pulling free of her ass hole he allowed Kevin to squeeze more
of the grease on his fingers. Moving his hand back to her sphincter, he worked
one finger back in, and then a second.

Kristin had grabbed the pillow, and buried her face into it in terror. Once
Reggie was able to work two fingers into her tight virgin ass hole, he pulled
his hand and cock free of her, motioning for Kyle to take his place.

Kyle stepped up, and after applying a small amount of grease to his own cock,
he positioned himself at her puckered sphincter. As he began to push his cock
into her ass, Reggie climbed onto the bed, and pulled her head from the pillows,
just in time to hear her scream, as her brother broke her anal cherry.

As he broke past her outer ring, Kyle was shocked as to how tight she was down
there. He had never had anal sex before, and so hadn't expect the pressure that
he was now feeling on his cock. She was really tight, and he pushed in even
harder. Reggie had forced his cock into her mouth, forcing her to lick the cum
and pussy juices from his cock. Kyle had worked himself slowly into her, and
now, having gotten half of his cock into her tight ass, he began a slow sawing
action, pressing in and out of her ass.

After just a few minutes, the pressure was so great, that he jetted his load
into her ass. He was still spraying the white liquid, when he pulled free of
her ass. Reggie congratulated him on a job well done, as he held Kristin's
head up, staring into her eyes.

Kyle took a beer from Kevin, and chugged it quickly, having worked up a large
sweat while fucking her ass. Reggie moved from her mouth, to a standing
position just behind the bed. Kristin turned to look at Kyle, just as he
passed out in a chair.

As Reggie worked his massive cock into her ass, she began to scream in pain.
Kevin then opened the back door, and Bob walked in, camera in hand, as Kevin
took her mask off. Next came the wig and finally he pulled the bobbie pins
holding her hair up out, letting it fall to her shoulders freely. Bob took
several photos, as Kevin removed her disguise, and then began wiping her
crying face.

Reggie was now buried deeply in her ass, he had plunged his entire cock inside
of her, and was now pounding away feverishly in her just deflowered rectum.
Kristin screamed bloody murder, but no one came to her rescue. Reggie was
ravishing her deep inside of her bowels. She was helpless under the older boys
massive frame.

Bob captured her defilement on film, as Kevin finished cleaning the whorish
makeup from her face. Kristin cried, as the men enjoyed the sight that she
presented them.

Reggie felt his moment nearing, and pulled free of her stretched sphincter. He
and Kevin pulled her from the bed to the floor, sitting her there on her knees
on the floor, exhausted from her ordeal. Reggie took his place near her face,
and in moments began spraying her face with white streams of his seed. Hitting
her squarely on the face and chin, he coated her beautiful face with his jism.

As he pulled away from her spent, Kevin and another young man moved the
unconscious body of her brother to the bed. Positioning his crotch near her
face, as Bob began to snap photos of the scene, capturing Kristin's cum covered
face, as well as the face of her brother, in a single shot. He then took
several more similar shots, from different angles.    

Kristin sat on her knees in pain, unconcerned with what went on around her.
She cried, emotionally and physically spent from her horrible ordeal.

She was then covered in a long black cloak, and escorted to back to the van.
She never noticed the three tapes given to Bob by someone else. She had no
idea of the pictures being taken of her older brother, even as she was driven
back to Bob's house. She knew nothing but pain and humiliation from her long,
painful ordeal.

When Kristin awoke from her long slumber, she found herself lying naked in
Bob's bed again. As she lay there. she began to take inventory of her current
aches and pains. Her head was pounding, her temples throbbing with pain. Her
tongue was still sore and tender, a dull pain iminating from the stud in her
tongue. She felt sloppy and loose, her ass still burned from her being taken
anally. She felt the cool air running over the puffy lips of her still inflamed
cunt.

In fact, she was sore all over. Her pussy and ass, her breasts were sore to
the touch. Her nipples had swelled under her clip-on peircings. Even her nose
caused her pain, it too pinched by a fake stud. Kristin felt the fluids still
seeping out of her cunt and ass, the deposits of her partners still oozing out
of her. Her face was covered in dry cum and tears, and she found that she
couldn't even bring herself to cry about her ordeal, as she was all cried out.

She got up and walked to the restroom slowly. It even hurt to just walk. She
spent the next two hours cleaning herself up, and thinking. She was happy that
she hadn't run out of hot water. She had needed to at least feel clean, no
matter how dirty she was now.

She had made some hard decisions during that time. She knew that she couldn't
go on this way any longer. She walked out of the bathroom, covered in a only
a towel, and began searching the house for Bob. She found him in an office
down the hall, his back turned to her, while he worked on something on his
computer.

As she entered through the open door he asked, "How's my sweet little slut
doing today? Did you sleep well?"

"I'm not." she said softly

"Not what?" he asked, again not bothering to even face her.

"I'm not a slut, and I'm not yours." she answered quietly.

"Oh, I see. Well, maybe not yet, but we're working on it." he replied in a
serious tone.

"It's over." she said timidly.

"I see. You do understand what that will mean, don't you?" he asked calmly.

"Yeah, but I don't care. You'll never use me like that again." she replied
softly, but firmly.

"Well that's yet to be seen." he said smugly.

"I don't care anymore. I'm going to tell my parents everything when they get
home. I'll show them the pictures and you can do what you want, I can't go on
doing stuff like that anymore." she said authoritatively but quietly.

"Well that's fine by me. I'll send your father and other family members this
packet." he said tossing a large brown envelope at her, as he finally turned
to face her. He opened a large folder with hundreds of prints, and continued
talking. "I can understand how you can make this decision for yourself, but
making that choice for others, not even letting them decide for themselves."
he said sliding a photo across the desk at her.

Kristin looked down at the photos presented to her to her. She sat seemingly
looking into the camera in the picture, sperm dripping down her chin. Her
brothers cock just inches from her face, apparently having just drenched her.
The two looked both willing and wanting. From this photo one would think that
the two where willing lovers, having just had a blissful session of love
making.

"I mean you might be comfortable telling everyone about all of your sexual
experiments." he said, as he slid another photo on top of the previous one,
this one showing her in various positions with various partners. The first
photo that he slid across, showed her with a man screwing her, while she orally
pleasured a second man, while a third cock could be seen just to the other
side of her face. The next photo showing her taking a cock in her ass, while
she was sucking another cock. This photo was followed by more of her with
various men. In some, you could even see that her brother was fucking her.
These photos's where followed by pictures of her and the beautiful Asian woman,
with the two women pleasuring one another. Kristin knew that she looked more
than willing in all of the photos, and in several, she appeared to be enjoying
herself quite a bit.

"But are you willing to ruin others lives as well." he asked, sliding a new
series across the desk for her to see.

She looked down shocked at what she was seeing. The photo's showed Kyle with a
dick near his mouth, something was running down his chin. Another showed him
bent over the bed, a nude a man was apparently behind him. All of the photos
in this set, showed her brother in apparent homosexual acts.

"My colleague Reggie took these photos of your brother, after we left last
night. I was afraid that you might feel this way, so we decided to get the
most out of you early." he told her, thumping his fingers on the table. "Oh
don't worry, no one actually touched your brother. I'm happy to say that we
all find you more to our liking. But no one would know that, just looking at
these pictures." he said, tapping his finger on one on the desk.

"I know your brother's and your father's feelings about homosexuality. Just
imagine how they'll feel when they see these." he paused.

"What will Daddy think when he see's Kyle sucking cock, while your carpet
munching on another woman." he said, pulling a photo of Kristin from the pile,
which showed her eating out the Asian woman.

"So go ahead and take these home to show them around. When your father dies of
a heart attack after seeing this stuff, just remember how YOU decided that YOU
couldn't do it anymore, and YOU choose to ruin everyone in your family's life.
I mean it's only fair that they should all have to pay, because you can't keep
you legs together. Now go on get the fuck out of here!" he said, raising his
voice.

"Okay let's see, here's the church's directory, the high school's faculty
directory, this years PTA's mailing list, the Wilson's...." Bob said, as he
turned back to his computer, flipping through the various directories. "I have
that mailing list from you last family reunion here somewhere." he said,
shuffling through the papers on his desk.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Kristen said, through her sobs. "What do you want from
me?" she screamed. "I just can't do it anymore!" she cried.

Bob continued working, as his printer began spitting out mailing labels, at a
hundred per sheet.

"Please. Can't we work something else out, I just can't do that again. I can't!"
she pleaded with him.

"You know, at first I was going to mail out one of those packets to like the
whole town. But Reggie suggested sending out these multimedia Cd's." he said,
pointing to spindles of CDs. "I can make them up for like two cents a piece,
and then mail 'em out at bulk rate. That would save me a bundle of money, by
only sending the big prints to the important folks. You know your family, the
church elders, the principal and your teachers, and the school newspaper. Oh
yes, and the president of the school photography club. He's still got a crush
on you, you know." he said, not even bothering to look up at her.

"My lawyer's gonna love showing these video tapes of you at the trial. Maybe
I'll get lucky and one of the tabloids will pick up your story. Hell I own the
copyrights, I could sell the tapes on the internet and make millions. I could
leak the story myself, selling the photos and videos of you and your brother
I'll be rich." he chuckled to himself.

"This could be the best thing that's ever happened to me." He howled.

"Please, please, there has got to be something else that I can do. I'll do your
laundry, cook for you, clean your house, wash your dishes, anything. Please
there's got to be something else I can do for you PLEASE?" she begged him.

"No, I'm afraid not. Not unless you know some other sweet young sexy thing to
make me money." Bob said, unconcerned by her crying.

"Please I can't. It's not me I can't do the things that you want me to do. I
can't it's just sick, and I can't do that anymore." she bawled.

"Yeah, I heard you, and told you that's fine with me. Now get the fuck out out
of here. I've got work to do." he replied, as his printer shot out another
page of address labels.

"NO." she screamed, loud enough to stop him from doing what he was doing. He
turned to her, just as she dropped to her knees in agony.

"Save the drama bitch." he said hatefully, angered by her outburst.

Kristin was taken aback by his anger. He had said some mean and disgusting  
things to her, but he had never talked to her in this manner. She felt
threatened by his tone of voice. She could see the anger and hatred in his
eyes. She had, up to even that moment, at least a little hope that he was
bluffing, that he wouldn't actually mail those photos out, but as she saw his
eyes, her last doubts faded from her mind.

"What do you want from me?" she cried.

"I want you to leave." he replied, still angry at her.

"No. Please don't! Please." she begged him, still on her knees in his doorway

"Too late. I gave you a chance, and you told me that you would do as I said,
and now you tell me you can't. Get out and I'll make my money off you in other
ways." he spat out.

She watched, as he began applying his labels to the paper sleeves, then
sliding the disks into them.

"No! Please give me another chance, please." she cried

"Why? You said that you couldn't do it. That it was sick. Remember you're done.
Now get out, I have some things to mail, and things to sell." he said, his
tone now less angry.

"I'm sorry I. I. I was wrong. I made a mistake. I don't want to, but I'll.. Is
there any other way we can do this. I would do anything to just keep you from
mailing those pictures out. Please." she begged, trying to sound calm and
friendlier.

"I expect you to do anything and everything that I tell you to do. You're to
be my personal little fuck doll, to do with as I please. You will allow me to
film and photograph you doing anything that I want, with anyone that I want
you to do it with, and you're to do it without and questions, or any hesitation.
That's what you can do to keep me from mailing these pictures of you out." he
replied, retuning to labeling his envelopes.

"Bob, please. There must be some other way, anything?" she begged.

"I told you, find me a girl as beautiful and as innocent as you are, who will
do this for me, and if she stacks up to you, I'll let you out of our contract,
but then you'll still be my cock slave. Those are the choices. So, do you know
anyone who would take your place?" he asked, and waited for her reply.

"Well do you?" he asked impatiently.

Kristin was still trying to come to grips with her fate, and shook her head no.

"Alright, now you have two more choices. You can walk out of here and face the
consequences, meaning the pictures of you and your brother mailed to everyone
that I told you I'd mail them to, or you can fulfill your contract, and be my
slave. That will mean that you have to do everything that I tell you to do, or
else I'll still send these out to everyone that you know. Keep your end of the
deal, and no one that you know will ever see any of them. It's your choice,
what's it going to be?" he explained to her again.

Bob settled in for a long wait, but it only took her a moment.

"I'll do it. Okay? I'll do it." she cried.

"No, I'm afraid not. I trusted you once, and you've already changed your mind
three times now. I don't think I can afford to waste anymore time or money 
waiting to find out if you'll change it again." he said, his voice distant, as
he concentrated on the work at hand.

"I won't. I'll do what I've promised to. I swear that I'll keep up my part, if
you just don't send those pictures out." she said, drying the tears from her
eyes. "I'll do whatever you want. I'll be you're slave. I'll work out that
contract. I'll do anything to keep you from mailing that stuff out okay?"

"I suppose I could give you one more chance." drawing the last three words out
real slowly, "But you'll have to be punished, and tested after what you've
pulled on me." he said, turning to look at her for her approval.

Kristin found it hard to believe that he could say these things to her. What
had she pulled? He was the one pulling stuff. All the terrible things that he
had put her through, and he wanted to claim that she had pulled something,
what hypocrisy. She felt his eyes on her, and knew that she had to say
something, she had to stop him from mailing those sinful images of herself and
Kyle. Bob was right, she could destroy her own life, but she couldn't bring
herself to destroy the rest of her family.

"I understand, and I'll do whatever I have to do, in order to make it up to
you." she said, as sincerely as she could.

"Very well then, step over here." he said, motioning her to his side of the
desk.

As she stood in front of him, Bob opened a desk drawer, and pulled a studded 
collar from it.  Kristin studied the leather strap, as he wrapped it around
her neck. It had small steel studs, about a 1/4 inch across, that stuck out
about 1/4 inch as well, from the outside of the leather. The inside was lined
with a smooth medal band, in the middle of the fine leather. There was a small
leather pouch on the back, perhaps large enough to hold two or three nine
volt batteries. She felt him buckle it in place, at the back of her neck, a
cold chill ran down her spine, as he clicked the tiny master lock in place,
ensuring that she couldn't remove the strap.

Although the collar was only half an inch thick, it felt extremely heavy around
her neck. Next he had her put on a pair of 6 inch black stilleto heels. By no
coincidence, the shoes fit perfectly she relized. again he had planned this
all out, playing her like a harp. She felt unsteady in the high heeled pumps,
as she had never worn anything higher than a four inch heels, and even then
only once or twice.

The shoes forced her to stand on her tip toes, and Bob turned her around,
pulling both of her arms behind her back. He instructed her to lace her fingers
together, as he held her arms up and back from her body. As he released her
arms, he ordered her to hold them there. She then felt him slide a leather
sleeve up both of arms. The tube was pulled up over both arms, almost two
inches above her elbows, and then tightly tied in place.

Forced to stand as she was, her arms pulled behind her back, and standing on
her toes in the high heels, her breasts where pushed up and out, prominently
from her body. He turned her to face him again, and pulled the towel from her
body, letting it fall to the floor. As he sat back down in his comfortable
office chair, he opened his pants and let them fall to the floor.  

"Blow me." he said, as he cupped her tits in his hand gently.

He sat and watched, as the poor girl tried to decide how best to comply with
his demand. She first tried to merely lean her head down and into his lap, but
having her arms streched and bound behind her, as they were, she found that
this was impossible. She stood and surveyed the situation for a moment, before
he spoke.

"On your knees." he told her.

She looked around, as she again tried to decide how to accomplish his demand.
She looked around for something to lean on. In the high heels, with her arms
bound behind her, she had no easy way to get down on her knees. She looked at
him pleadingly, hoping that he would offer to help her, instead his face
showed his impatience.

Bob looked at her, wondering if she would be creative enough to find a
solution. He watched happily as she leaned against the wall, and dropped to
one knee. Bringing herself down onto her other knee, she brought her head into
his lap. She looked at his semi-erect prick, just inches from her face. Just
days ago, she hadn't even seen a man's cock live and in person, and now she
had seen more than she ever imagined she would in her entire life.

Reluctantly, she took his flaccid cock into her mouth, and slowly began to
suck on it gently and lightly. Her tongue throbbed, her jaw ached, but she
forced herself to try and pleasure him. She looked up at him, and he was
watching her bobbing her head up and down on his dick. She was working slowly,
forcing herself through her pain and disgust, in order to try and please him.
She worked his prick in and out of her mouth, for twenty minutes she struggled
to please him.

While she moved up and down on his cock, he had picked up the phone, and made
a call. She listened to her tormentors call, her worries mounting, as he
continued his conversation.

"Yeah, that was some party! How much shit did you get in when I pulled her out,
before any of the actual fraternity brothers got a piece." he paused, as he
listened to whoever he was talking to, "Really, well we can do that. So the
whore just was pissed off that some outsider had all the fun. Fuck'em we
provided them with a substitute. If they want some, we can make some sort of
deal with  'em. Everything is for sale." he laughed "No she's sucking my cock
as we speak. You still got the party bang barge? Great, gas it up and bring it
over, it's time for a road trip." he said, hanging up the phone.

She had really been working hard to bring him to an orgasm, and just when she
was ready to give up, he grabbed the back of her head, and forced her mouth
all of the way down, over his cock. Finally he orgasmed in her mouth again,
flooding her mouth with his disgusting white fluid. She gagged and coughed, as
he held her down on his prick, spewing his seed into her mouth. When he finally
finished spurting his foul deposit into her sore throat, and released her head,
allowing her to fall to the floor, weak and sickened.

He stood up, pulled his pants up, and taking a leash from the desk drawer,
clipped it to the collar around her neck. She felt him tug at it, and tried to
get up, but she couldn't, bound as she was. He grabbed her bound arms and
pulled her to her feet. The pain of being pulled up this way, causing her to
scream out in pain.

Without saying a word, he dragged her down the hall by the leash. She almost
fell twice, as he led her down the stairs to the kitchen.

"You need to eat." Bob told her, as he took a dog dish out from under the sink.

Kristin started to think that she had only eaten twice in the past three days,
and was feeling very hungry, now that he mentioned it. She stood there looking
out his large patio window, wondering if anyone could see her like this, not
really paying attention to him. He had filled one side of the dish with milk,
and the other with her favorite food, chicken fried rice. He then placed the
bowl on the floor, and tugged at her leash, indicating that she should eat, as
he dumped his portion of the Chinese food onto a plate, and placed it on the
table.

She looked at the food on the floor, and then began to complain.

"I won't..." she began to say, when suddenly the shock hit her, causing her to
collapse to the floor. The pain that shot out of her collar, and into her neck,
was excruciating.

Without even looking at her, he said. "I said eat! Reggie will be here in a
little while, and we still have to get you dressed."

Finding herself on the floor, the pain dissipating, she tried to recuperate.
Kristin pulled herself up to her knees, she found that she was in front of the
Dog dish, filled with food. Hungry and worried of what Bob would do to her,
she slowly began eating from the bowl. Kristin was surprised to find that it
was actually good tasting food. Soon she was lapping up the contents, and
occasionally licking up the milk.

As soon as she finished, Bob drug her up to her feet by her bound arms. She
winced through the pain, as she steadied herself on her high heels. She found
the walk up the steps even more dangerous, than the one down had been earlier.
She was led into Bob's bedroom, where he slapped her on her ass, before he
began to untie her arms. When he had freed her, he directed her to get dressed,
handing her a hanger with the clothing that he expected her to put on.

She looked over the contents of the hanger, unsure of just what she had. Two
swipes of bright red cloth hung from the wire, one about 8 inches thick and
the other about twice that. She slowly pulled the thicker strip from the
hangar, and put the hangar on the bed. She examined it unsure what  the
stretchy material was. Finding it was sown together in what she assumed
was the back. Deciding that it was meant to be a skirt, she skeptically
pulled it up her succulent legs, lining the four             
inch slits opposite one another and assumed that they must represent the
bottom and sides of the skirt. She let it ride low on her hips, hoping to hide
her ass as best as she could, however the skin tight garment did little to
hide any part of her. Although she tried her best to position the garment to
cover as much off her ass as she could, she still couldn't satisfy her sense
of modesty, with the thin strip of cloth.

Giving up, she turned her attention to the other garment still on the hangar,
and decided that it must be meant as the top, she began to put it on. Again
finding no tag, she assumed that there must not be a top or bottom to it, and
just pulled it on over her head. She again found that she was unable to
adequately cover herself with the tiny swath of material. If she choose to
cover the top of her chest, then the lower quarter was left exposed. While if
she covered the lower part of her chest, she was dangerously close to exposing
her nipples. And if she centered the strip on her nipples, both the tops and
bottoms of her  breasts peeked out a little. Deciding that it was best to
conceal the lower half of her breasts, for fear that they might pop out if she
didn't, she waited for his next instructions.

He had been busy pouring her a glass of something, and stopped when he turned
and saw her. She was the very essence of seduction, as she stood there wearing
the scant clothing. He could make out her nipples, and even the jewelry still
clipped in place on her chest. The skirt she wore low, thus revealing her
tight stomach and the upper curve of her hips.

Bob handed her the glass and told her to drink it. Reluctantly she drank the
contents, looking down at the red liquid, unsure of what it was that she was
drinking. The taste was familiar to her, she had drank this concoction Saturday
morning, but was still unsure of just what it was. When she had finished her
drink, he led her into the bathroom, where he instructed her to put on some
make up, and fix her hair. He told her, pointing to a photo on the cabinet
next to a curling iron, to make herself look just like that. He left the room
as she began working on her hair.

Using the iron and gel, she began to style her hair to look like that of the
girl in the picture. Teasing it into a fluffy mess, in an old 80's way, she
did her best to make her hair a copy of the photo. Next, she put on the make-up
that Bob had provided her, the bright red lip stick, the dark blue eye shadow
and deep blush. Next she put on the nail polish, a matching red to her dress
and lips.

Bob returned just as she was blowing the last of her fingernails dry. He
grabbed her arm, and turned her to face him. Smiling at her, he placed one of
the small ear buds that she had worn earlier, in her left ear, and then the
other one in her right ear, before picking up the leash, which was still
dangling from her neck. As the evil sounds again filled her mind, she looked
into the mirror, and saw the slut she had become, as she was pulled away by
the leash.
                           **********************
Jim Wilson sat at his dinning room table, unable to look his wife in the face.
Although they didn't usually do so, Jim had gotten up early that day to attend
the local church service. He had sat and listened to the sermon over the ten
commandments, as the guilty thoughts of his sins ran through his mind, just as
they had for the past twenty four hours. He had sinned, he had committed adultery.
He had helped to turn a poor, sweet, innocent girl into a slut. He had allowed
his lust for her, to destroy her life, and he was terrified that it may destroy
his and his families as well. Brenda had asked him repeatedly what was wrong
several times over the last day, and he had convinced himself that she somehow
knew what he had done. He hadn't been able to sleep or eat, he was so guilt
ridden. Every time he saw his wife or son, his guilt once again reminded him
of what he had done.
                            *********************

Kristin was led out to a large Winnebago, where she and Bob where greeted by
Reggie. She saw Reggie's lips moving, as he faced her, but was unable to hear
anything that he said through the noise being pumped into her ears. She found
herself pulled into the Winnebago by her collar. As soon as she was inside, the
volume of the noise in her ears was turned down, she watched quizzically as Bob
fiddled with the small transmitter. Bob told her to use the restroom now,
before they got on the road.

When she returned from the bathroom, she was placed in one of the seats, and
secured to it. A leather band was wrapped around her waist and buckled to the
seat and then a chain was locked onto her collar. She sat there silently while
Bob secured her to the chair, surprised that he hadn't restrained her arms.
When he moved out from in front of her, she could see that she was facing a
small television. Bob's last word's to her, before the volume of the noise being
pumped into her ears was turned back up was, "I don't want to hear a word from
you until we get there."

She sat silently, as he reached out and flipped the cloth of her top down, and
roughly pinched her nipples. He then turned away from her, turning on the
television, before he walked to the front of the RV.

As the fires of desire raced through her, she turned her head and watched Bob
walk to the front of the RV. She watched through her haze of desire, as Bob
closed the curtain, blocking her section off from the front of the RV, as he
sat down in the passenger's seat. Within moments she felt the RV lurch into
motion. She began looking around, hoping to find someone or something to
relieve her growing desires. As she turned her head looking for relief, the
image on the TV caught her attention.

As she sat there watching the TV, the video of her losing her virginity played
out on the screen. She found her eyes locked onto the screen, even as she felt
the pain of betrayal deep down in her heart, seeing her former boyfriend Billy
again, as he pleasured her on the screen. When this scene finished, some time
later, it was replaced by the scenes of her with her brother, Reggie and the
others from the party.

As she watched the action going on, on the screen, she was getting hotter by
the minute, and her hands had began to roam all over her body. As one hand
rubbed her chest, and the other began diving into her cunt. Somewhere, in the
back of her mind, she was begging herself to stop. She closed her eyes and
tried to look away, but even as repulsed by the images on the screen as she
was, she couldn't stop herself. She was in an uncontrollable state of sexual
arousal, she needed to climax, and continued working herself into such a state
of arousal, so that she would cum. Poor Kristin couldn't hear the two men
laughing at her, as she moaned in desire, while she watched her sexual
exploitation on the screen.

The drive took just over two hours, and it was now just before four o'clock on
this warm Sunday afternoon, when the RV pulled in and parked in the large
mall's parking lot. A slap on her face drew her attention away from the scenes
that had repeated themselves over and over on the TV's screen. She looked up
to find Bob and Reggie staring at her. She had her skirt bunched around her
waist, and her top pushed down below her tits. Seeing the two men, she was
sure that they would help her to find her release. Bob reached out and pulled
the ear buds from her ears, while Reggie pulled somethings from a cabinet
behind him.

She listened almost in a trance, as Bob explained what he expected of her,
"Okay Slut, I'm going to let you earn my trust back. I want you to go into the
mall here, and find some men. I have eight condoms here, and I want them all
filled with sperm, from eight different men. You can bring them back here one
at a time, or in groups of two or three, or you can find a group of eight men
to do all at the same time, I don't care. It's almost four o'clock now, and the
mall closes at six, so you have just two hours in order to collect the sperm
from eight different guys. You have to bring them all back here to get their
juice and have them put the condoms in the bowl." he said, pointing to the
crystal bowl on the table next to a stack of Trojans "If you don't have at
least eight condoms full of spunk by 6:00, our deal is off and I sell your
videos and mail out your pictures to your family, priest, teachers, principal
and several of your fellow students, especially those who you wouldn't want to
date on a bet. You know  what I expect of you baby, so better go out there and
get them in here quickly!" he said, looking at the troubled youth.

"Oooooo" she said, still in desperate need of having a release.

After untying her from the chair, Bob tried his best to fix her clothes, he
removed the leash from her collar, before slapping her on the ass and saying.
"Go get'em baby. Make your master proud."

Bob followed the dazed girl from a safe distance, and video taped her quest for
a partner. She entered the mall and walked around, looking around apparently
lost. He knew that she'd probably never been to this mall before and, as far
away from their home town as they were, there was very little chance that she
would see any one who knew her. He taped her movements, and also the reaction
of the malls patron's, the men stopping and staring, while the women gasped,
as they looked at the scantily clothed teen. Finally, after several minutes of
searching, she approached an older man, who appeared to be alone, as he stood
outside of a store. The man looked the youth up and down hungrily, as she
walked up and whispered something into his ear. The two exchanged whispers,
before she led him out of the mall, and back to the RV.

Reggie watched the small black and white monitors, as young Kristin dropped to
her knees, and began undoing the older man's pants. He watched her roll the
condom over the man's already hard cock, as soon as she had gotten his pants
off of him. He stared in amazement, as she pushed him back onto the bed, and
climbed on top of his erect rod. He found it hard to believe from watching her
actively pumping her pussy up and down on the old man's shaft, as she stuck her
huge tits right in front of his face, so that he could suckle on her nipples
while she rode him, that she had been a virgin less than a week ago.

Bob waited a safe distance away from the RV, and after less than ten minutes
of their being inside of the RV, the man emerged, still straightening his
clothes, as he walked back to the mall. Only a minute or two later, Kristin
emerged looking slightly disheveled, but she once again entered the mall,
looking for another lover. She still seemed oblivious to the looks that she
was receiving from people, and one young mother even went so far as to cover
her son's eyes, when she saw him looking at Kristin, dressed as slutty as she
was.

After traveling about a quarter of the way down the mall, she approached
another man, who was standing alone. She whispered in his ear, as he looked at
her, disgusted by her appearance. Bob filmed away, as he watched the man push
her away, he rebuked her for whatever it was that she asked him for. She backed
away, and began searching for a new partner, even as he continued his verbal
assault on her.

In the now gathering crowd, caused by the scene that the other man was causing,
stood a single man, whom she approached without hesitation. Again she whispered
something into the young man's ear. Whatever she had told him, he seemed to
like, Bob noted, as he continued filming, as the smile on his face now
stretched completely across his face. Kristin took the man by the hand, and
led him out of the mall. Bob captured the scene on film, as Kristin led him
into the RV, as he talked on his cell phone.

Bob glanced down at his watch, as he waited for the couple to exit the RV.
"Damn!" he thought, "It's only been twenty minutes, and she's already on her
second man." He had never expected her to succeed with the task that he had
given her, but at the pace that she was going at, it appeared that she would.
He waited for the couple to emerge from the RV. As he stood waiting for the
couple to emerge from the motor home, for about fifteen minutes, he didn't
notice the car that had circled the RV about three times, until the driver
parked his car close to it, and then approached the door. He taped the scene
as the forty-something year old looked around, before he cautiously opened the
door and entered the RV.

Reggie watched enviously as the two men stuffed their cocks into the young
girl from both directions. When Kristin had brought back this new mate, he had
insisted she strip, and then dance seductively for him, before he would
pleasure her. She had done her best to please him, but she was desperate to
get his cock into her, hoping to find release as she filled yet another condom.
After she had danced to his satisfaction, he made her give him a blow job,
until his buddy had arrived.

The man was now fucking her sore cunt doggy style, while she gave his friend
a hurried blow job. She had yet to make the fellow that she was blowing put on
a rubber, when the man in her cunt grunted, filling the condom that he wore
with his seed. Seeing his friend lose his load, sent the man in her mouth over
the edge, as he grabbed a handful of her hair, and shot his load down her
throat. Feeling a man release his seed inside of her, released her from her
trance, she immediately orgasmed around the cock still inside of her cunt. Her
scream of pleasure, told Reggie that she was no longer in her daze, and he sat
there wondering how she would react. As soon as she was released from the
men's hold she fell exhausted onto the bed.

"No! No damn it!" she cried "I needed you to fill the condoms. Damn it!"

Confused the two men looked at the crying youth, then the older man spoke.
"Well, look if it's that important to you, I'll fill a condom for you. Hell it
would be my pleasure." he said, grabbing a rubber from the table, as his other
hand stroked his cock.

"No, no that's okay." Kristin said still crying.

"No I insist. It's the least I can do for you after all you've done for my
friend and I." he said, pulling her hips back in the air, as he guided his now
condom covered cock into her cunt.

Kristin grunted in pain, as the man jabbed his cock into her, trying to
recuperate his erection. She cried in pain saying, "No please, it's ok really"

That's when his partner pressed his cock to her lips and said "Here you go
honey, just suck this, and stop your crying. Just let us do this for you." he
said, as he pushed it into her mouth, before she could protest his actions
anymore.

Reggie watched as the two men again rocked the young girl between them for
the next half hour, before the man in her mouth grunted, and filling his
second condom of the afternoon with his seed.

When he finally pulled free of her mouth, he rolled the condom off of his cock,
and dangled it in front of her.

"Here you go baby. See isn't that better." he said gleefully.

"No, No, I didn't need another one from you. I don't want it." she cried
between grunts, as his friend continued to grind his cock into her.

"Fine!" he said as he turned the condom upside down dumping its contents onto
her face.

"Oh god please stop. God that's so sick." she cried.

"Really, this coming from a slut who was begging me for it in the middle of
the mall." he replied, laughing at the distraught young girl. His friend
grabbed a handful of her hair, and pulled her head up, as he pistoned into her
from behind. She grunted and cried, until he finally grunted approvingly, as
he climaxed into his condom. He presented his spent Trojan to the girl, who
collapsed onto the bed. She lay there motionless, as the men dressed, until
she heard one of them tell the other one that the mall would be closing
shortly.

When 5:15 rolled around and the three of them were still inside, Bob decided
to call Reggie, to find out what was going on. Reggie was concealed in a small
room, that was hidden in the RV, monitoring what the trio was up to. Speaking
in a whispered voice, he explained that Kristin had just done them both twice,
and after the second guy had lost his load in her mouth, and not in the condom.
He also said that Kristin had come out of her sexual trance, and was now just
desperately trying to get the condoms filled, in hopes of making her quota, as
he had set.

Bob watched as Kristin stumbled out of the RV, almost falling on the high heels.
She now had a look of desperation and fear on her face. She was obviously
ashamed of how she looked now, as she held her arms over her chest, looking
around and hoping that no one saw her.

Bob was still watching her from a distance, and wondering what thoughts were
racing through her mind. Where was she, what time was it, would she find
someone who knew her. As he filmed her, he noticed a distinct difference in
her behavior. She now seemed troubled by her predicament, and didn't look
anyone in their eyes, only slowly looking up to get her bearings. She focused
on a large clock in the mall, and a look of concern was obvious on her face.
He enjoyed watching her panic, as she looked for some way to meet his demands.

She eyed a group of younger kids, the oldest in his middle teens maybe. It was
a group of four boys, the youngest being perhaps thirteen or fourteen. She
observed the group for several minutes, as she tried to hide behind a rack of
clothing. Bob watched, as she looked around nervously, hoping that no one
noticed her, and when she saw the looks from the mall patrons, she looked away.
Finally, she approached the youngsters nervously. He laughed to himself, as he
filmed her with the kids. She was obviously very uncomfortable about asking
them for their services, as she paced back and forth, looking at the ground
continuously.

Bob was amused, as he watched her lead the group of kids, to the camper. This
was even better than anything he could have hoped for. She had less than
thirty-five minutes, to fill five condoms full of cum, or Bob would destroy
her, and her family. Seeing no other choice, she had grabbed a group of
underage kids to help her, not even thinking of the legal ramifications of her
actions. He would now have more than enough dirt on her, to ensure her future
cooperation, no matter how demanding he choose to be.

Reggie watched in disbelief, as Kristin led the group of minors into the RV.
He tried desperately to catch all of the action, but even though she was
reluctant to go through with her offer, obviously the youngsters had other
things in mind. In short order, the group of youths had Kristin on the bed and
stripped naked in no time flat. She found herself sucking one boy's cock, while
another was groping her chest, as still another began to push his young prick
into her cunt. The forth boy just stood and watched for a few moments, before
he dropped his pants, and put his cock into her flailing hand. After just over
ten minutes of servicing the young men, all at the same time, she had four
freshly filled condoms, but she was quickly running out of time, as she dressed
and left the kids, who were still reveling in their good fortune.

Bob again had sat back and waited, after filming the group entering the RV. He
was shocked when Kristin stumbled out of the camper, looking ill and exhausted,
just ten minutes later. She had about twenty minutes to get her last condom
filled or face his wrath. He decided to interview the youngsters, instead of
following her back into the mall, deciding he wanted it on tape, right from
the kids mouths, just how old they were, and so he waited for them to leave
the RV.

About two minutes after Kristin had left the trailer, the kids piled out. Bob
immediately walked over to them, and asked them if they would let him ask them
a few questions. At first the kids where reluctant to talk to him, but after
offering them twenty bucks a piece, they agreed to answer his questions in
front of the camera.

He led them to a secluded part of the parking lot, away from the RV. Soon he
discovered just what it was that Kristin had said to them, in order to lure
them to go with her to the RV, their ages, and the fact that three of the four
kids had been virgins. He was just getting to the good stuff, asking the kids
what they had done with her, and how they liked their time with her, when he
got a call from Reggie.

Kristin was in trouble, she had brought some older guy back, and now he was
getting more than a little rough with her. Bob raced back to the RV, as Reggie
explained what the man was doing.

She had brought a rough looking thirty-something year old back to the RV to
complete Bob's demands. No sooner had the guy closed the door, and checked to
make sure that they were alone, than he slapped her so hard, that she fell onto
the bed, as he roughly restrained her. She had tried to fight him off, but she
was no match for him. In the struggle between the two, a chair had fallen,
wedging the door to the hidden room were Reggie was hidden in, closed tightly.  

He then gagged her with his underwear, and tied her arms behind her back,
using the leash that he had found on the chair. He had refused to wear a
condom, and was now fucking her in the ass as roughly as he could, while
choking her with his belt.

Bob busted into the RV just moments before Kristin passed out.

                      **************************

When Kristin woke up, she was still sore and in pain. She heard the noise
being pumped into her mind, and as she opened her eyes, she realized that she
was at home, in her own bed. Looking over at her alarm clock, she saw that it
was just after 4:00, presumable on Monday afternoon. She was in a long t-shirt
and was covered by her blankets. She looked over at her desk, and their was
a strange laptop sitting there.

She got up, relieved to be home, part of her hoping that it had all been a
nightmare, but the pain and soreness, that ran through her body, told her that
it had all been far too real. She pulled the earphones from her head, and
wondered out to the bathroom. She relieved herself, and then looked in the
mirror. She looked just as she had on Friday night, when she had shown up at
Bob's studio. There were no visible signs of the ordeal, as she looked at
herself in the mirror. The jewelry was gone, and the silver stud that had been
driven through her tongue had been replaced by a pink ceramic one, that
matched her tongue almost perfectly.

She lifted her long t-shirt, and gazed at her crotch, just as she remembered,
she was shaved clean. She looked like a little girl down there, as she gazed
at her hairless features. At least no one would have to see her humiliation.

She sat down at the computer and powered it up. When the password screen
appeared she somehow already knew what the password was. She typed it in
without giving it a thought. Immediately the screen popped up a document to
her. It was her instructions from Bob. She was to keep her crotch clean shaven
at all times. She was to work her schedule, so as to be at Bob's studio every
Friday night, and at his house every Saturday morning. She would generally be
allowed to go home by 7:00 Saturday evenings. She was to tell no one of what
she had done, or about Bob at all. She was to check her E-mail on this machine
each morning before school, and as soon as she returned home each afternoon,
and do what ever she was instructed. Finally, she was ordered to wear the
headphones to bed each night, and he would provide her with a new tape each
week to listen to. Failure to do any of these things would lead to the
immediate release of her videos and photos.

The screen faded to the picture of a young boy that Kristin recognized from
the mall. His age appeared under his youthful face. His picture faded, and was
replaced by one of the other kids, this went on two more times, before it
showed a picture of Kristin naked, in the middle of the group, fucking and
sucking the boys. It then finished with a photo of her in handcuffs, and a
prison uniform with the caption, "If you don't do all of these things, I will
turn these pictures over to the police, and you'll spend the next fifteen
years in jail.

Kristin already knew that she had to do what he wanted, but the photos of her
and the kids, pushed any thoughts of further resistance from her mind. Her
only hope of getting free of Bob now, depended on her finding someone to take
her place as his play thing.

She closed the laptop and cried herself to sleep. Her parents had gotten home
late, and had not bothered to wake her up. She woke up Tuesday morning, and
tried to live her life as normally as possible. She had done everything that
Bob had ordered her to do, and had not heard from him at all, except for her
scheduled time with him. For the next three weeks, she went through the same
routine. She would live a normal life Sunday thru Thursday, and played the
part of his sex slave on Friday and Saturday.

Each Friday night Bob would have her do a regular photo shoot, one to show her
parents, to go into the local papers ads, and the like. Then he would use her
for his own desires. Saturdays he would tie her up and blindfold her, for use
by his "Partner", whom she had never seen. Then she was forced to do two
pornographic shoots, before she was allowed to go home. Her mind was torn in
two, she couldn't control herself when she was around Bob, and under his
control, yet she couldn't imagine how she had done the things that she had
done, during the rest of the week.

The Tuesday after her first weekend with Bob, Kristin learned that she was
nominated to be the homecoming queen. She was in the running with five other
girls, but everyone knew that there where only two girls who stood a chance at
winning. Kristin was the front runner, and her only real challenger was Robin
Anderson. The two girls had been rivals for years, but in the last twelve
months, their rivalry had turned to a mutual hatred. They competed in
everything from the student council to their boyfriends.

When Kristin began modeling, Robin got very jealous. She felt that she had a
better body than Kristin, and looked more like a model. Robin was tall at 6'1"
and thin. Her legs were long and seductive. She currently sported strawberry
blond hair, but that seemed to change with the seasons. Her breasts were small
and firm cones, that stood out proudly from her body. Robin dressed
provocatively, wearing short skirts, and thin tank tops, as often as she could.
She loved to see her long, thick nipples poking out her shirt, and got big
laughs, from watching men and boys grovel in front of her. She was proud of
her body, and not scared to show it off.

Kristin knew from talking with their mutual friends, how Robin felt about her.
She had been told how Robin considered her a boring prude, and how Robin would
make fun of the way that she dressed. She was also told about how jealous
Robin was of her chest. Kristin never tried to attract the attention the way
that Robin was, but she received it anyway, due to her large tits. While
Kristin was the captain of the school's soccer and softball teams, Robin was
the head cheerleader, and on the drill team.

Robin had gone to several local modeling agencies, but none could get her any
work. She couldn't believe that Kristin's pictures appeared in the local papers
when she couldn't even find work. Kristin could never prove that Robin had
stolen her long time boyfriend, but the two had begun dating a short time
after he had broke up with her. Oh how she wished that Robin had gotten Bob's
sick attention, instead of her.

She spent the week at school as normally as she could, trying to concentrate
on her classes, and forgetting the horrors that she had endured. She watched
the Wilson's child twice that week, and had been too preoccupied with her own
worries and problems, to notice that Mr. Wilson didn't look at, or even talk
to her. She would fall apart when she was alone, her mind would drift back to
the events of the past weekend, the things she had done, and the things that
had been done to her. She couldn't believe that she had done all the sinful
things she had, but it was too late now. She knew that Bob was far from
finished with her, but she feared what would happen by not obeying more than
she did, as she went through another weekend like that.

When she showed up at his studio that first Friday, she was surprised to find
he had her conduct a normal shoot. There was a male model there whom she didn't
know, but he seemed to hate Bob, and being there, as much as she did. The
shoot lasted about an hour and a half, and as soon as Bob said, "That's a
wrap." the young man hurried out of the studio.

Kristin wasn't so lucky, as soon as Bob set up his video equipment, she was 
forced to please him. He used her as he wished, after he questioned and then 
inspected her, to make sure that she had done as he had ordered.

She was sent home that night with a new tape of noise, and a stuffed teddy
bear. Bob had shown her the hidden compartment in the bear, and the two
vibrators that he had hidden inside of it. He ordered her to use the two
devices on herself an hour each night, filling both her cunt and ass with the
dildos.

Saturday morning, she arrived at Bob's house at 9:00 A.M., as ordered. She was
forced to change, and then taken back down to his basement again. The room had
been changed, and the bright colors of the week before now gone. It was now
more drab, almost dungeon like. She was again given a drink of the strange
liquid, before Bob tied her to the bed. Next he applied the pads to her eyes,
and placed the small ear buds in her ears. She listened to the noise again, as
she waited for what was to come. Soon she felt a presence close to her, on the
bed. She felt what she thought was a hand running up her leg. Then another on
her other leg, the hands, if that's what they were, rubbed something over her
body. Soon she felt a hand on her arm, rubbing the liquid into her skin. She
felt her legs begin to tingle, as a sensation unlike any she had ever felt,
ran up her legs, then her left arm. A hand coated her right arm with the
substance, and soon it to danced with the same sensation that was running over
her other extremities.

She never felt the needle inject its contents into her. She felt overwhelmed,
and unable to track what or who touched her body, until she felt the thin tank
top that she had been given to wear, cut from her body. Next she felt the blade
slicing the denim shorts from her hips, and found herself tied nude to the bed
in moments. Next the hands returned, rubbing the liquid across her newly
exposed skin. Within minutes, every inch of her skin danced with the strange
feelings racing across its surface. She felt what she thought was a finger
slide into her exposed cunt. It explored around inside of her for several
minutes, spreading the new sensation to her most sensitive, private areas.

Her mind raced, as her thoughts began to blur. She felt like she was in dream,
as time seemed to stand still. When she awoke to the water hitting her body,
hours later, she thought that she remembered something cold slivering over her
body, wrapping around her legs and forced inside of her. As she sat up on the
bed, she gazed between her still spread legs, her cunt was gaped open, as
fluids flowed freely from it.

Bob led her upstairs, and had her clean herself up. She gave herself her first
douche, and showered as he had instructed. She noticed that the small black
hairs that had covered her body, washed away in the shower, unsure where they
had come from.

When she had finished cleaning herself up, she was led naked downstairs again.
A group of four older men were there to train her, she was told. For the next
six hours, she was directed and told how to please a man with her body. She
was given instructions on how to give head, lick a man's balls, and tongue his
ass. She was critiqued on how she rode a man's cock, taking a dick in her ass,
and worst of all, how to please three men all at the same time.

When she was finally released, she was told to check her e-mail, and do as she
had been ordered the previous weekend. She followed all of Bob's demands, not
wanting to anger him. Her first night with the vibrator's, she was almost too
humiliated to do as she had been told, but after forcing herself to do it, she
found it most exciting. The one night that she had forgotten to listen to her
tape, she found it impossible to sleep, until she remembered to put her
headphones on.

She went through much the same routine for the next two weeks, as Bob continued
to "train her", as he called it. Each week he supplied her with a new tape,
and larger vibrators, upping the time that she had to spend with them fucking
into her cunt and ass.

By the third week, her cunt no longer hurt from the abuse that it received,
and her group of trainers had little to complain about, as she serviced the
four men all at once. Her resistance was now gone, and she accepted the fact
that she was now Bob's slave.

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Two weeks after Bob had Jim use Kristin, and still he wouldn't take his calls,
he sent him several E-mails, but they had all been returned, rejected by Jim's
mail server. He had driven by the Wilson's a few times, but never saw Jim's
car there, until now. It was a Wednesday, and Bob knew that Kristin wasn't
there, so he parked his car and rang the doorbell.

Brenda Wilson answered the door, still wearing her workout clothes from the
gym. The thirty year old stewardess still looked good, Bob thought, as she
greeted him. He had met her only once before, when he had taken their family
portrait for them. She had worn a bland brown jacket and slacks that day, and
Bob hadn't seen how shapely the young mother truly was.

"Oh, hello Bob." she greeted him. "Here to see Jim?" she asked.

"Yes mam." he answered politely.

"More computer problems?" she asked, trying to make polite conversation.

"No mam, more of a social call this time." he said.

"Good, he needs to talk to someone. He's been moping' around here for weeks.
He barely eats or sleeps, and I don't think that he's said two words to me or
Tye in a week." she said.

"Really, what's wrong?"  Bob asked, acting concerned about his friend.

"I don't know. I thought maybe he was having trouble at work, but he says that
everything's fine. You're just about the only friend he's got. In fact, if
this went on much longer, I was going to call you to talk to him myself." she
was saying, just when Jim popped his head out into the hallway, to see Bob
talking to his wife.

"Don't talk to him!" he screamed angrily at her.

"So you do remember how to talk." she said to Jim.

"What the hell do you want?" he screamed at Bob, ignoring his wife's remark.

"Hey I just came by to talk to you old buddy." Bob answered timidly.

Jim looked at his wife, and worried what Bob would do if he refused, so he
answered. "Fine in my office." he said, pointing for Bob to enter the room.

Bob gave Brenda a worried look, as he walked past her to Jim's office.

"I thought that you would have figured out that I don't want to talk to you by
now!" Jim said hatefully, as he slammed the door. "What the hell are you doing
here?" he shouted.

"Hey, we had a deal. I kept my end of the deal, and you got what you wanted.
Now what the hell is you problem?" Bob shot back, no longer playing timid.

"What I wanted! I never wanted that. I don't know what you did to that girl,
but it's wrong, and I'm not going to let you get away with it." Jim shot back
not backing down.

"Really, what are you going do? Are you going to tell the kid that you know
what she's been doing? Tell her parent's maybe? Huh, what? Anyone you tell,
you'll also have to tell them how you know. Are you going to do that Jimmy
boy?" Bob shot back quietly

Jim stopped, he thought about what Bob had just said, then holding his head up
high, he said, "Yes, I'll, I'll do whatever I have to do."

Bob reached into his coat, and pulled out a stack of photos "So I guess that
means you're ready to give up your family, your wife and son, and go to jail
as a child pornographer, and a rapist then." Bob said, holding up a picture of
Kristin naked in Bob's shower.

"What the hell are you talking about? You'll be the one going to jail, you son
of a bitch!" Jim retorted angrily.

"Will I? Lets see, you're the one photographing and selling nude pictures of
minors." Bob said, holding up the photo of Kristin in the shower. "You're the
one who'll get charged with statutory rape." he said, flipping a photo to Jim.

Jim caught the photo and stared at it dumfounded. The photo showed him and 
Kristin lying in his bed together, making love.

"You're the one who'll lose his family, his job, his whole life, not me." Bob
finished, tossing the remaining photos to the ground. He waited five minutes
for Jim to respond, but the man said nothing, as he stood staring at the
photos dumbfounded.

"Well I just came over for the tapes of her calls anyway, you still keep those
in your desk drawer, old buddy?" Bob finally said, walking to Jim's desk, and
taking the tapes that he found there.

"I'll leave these here for you to think about, and when you decide if you want
to go public with this, you just let me know." Bob said, walking out the door.

Jim Wilson stood there looking at the photo of him having sex with his
babysitter, in the bed that he shared with his wife. The date stamp on the
photo showed it to be six months old. Jim knew this couldn't be true, but it
would be enough to end his marriage, and send him to jail for some time
nonetheless.

As Bob walked out of the Wilson's house, he was stopped by Brenda, who had
changed, and was now wearing a pair of shorts and a small tee-shirt.

"Bob I heard some yelling in there. Is everything okay? I'm very worried about
Jim?" she asked, with a worried look on her face.

"Yeah, me too, he needs a lot of help. I want to help him, but I don't think
it would be good for him to see us talking right now, as paranoid as he's
gotten. Is there some place where we can meet and talk about it?" he asked
her, as caringly as he could.

"Well I can't leave tonight, but how about for lunch on Sunday? I'm working a
flight that gets back Sunday morning, and I'll just tell Jim that we got in
late." Brenda said.

"Okay, where would you like to meet?" he asked, as though he had no ideas.

"How about the Applebee's out by the mall? " she asked.

"Yeah, that sounds great. What time?" he replied

"Let's say noon, can I get your card, that way I can call you, if my flight
really is delayed?" she asked.

"Sure." he said, digging into his pocket for a card. "Oh wait, what if someone
sees us and tells Jim? He'll think we're out to get him." Bob said.

"You're right, good thinking. Well I don't know. How about someplace out by
the airport, that's far enough away from here? How about the Chile's?" she
asked.

"Yeah, but they'll be packed on a Sunday at lunch, and someone from the
airport might recognize you with someone other than your husband, and get the
wrong idea." he said.

"Well I don't know, can you think of someplace better?" Brenda asked, not sure
that there was a good place.

"Well there's that little bar and grill, what's it called, oh yeah, "On the
Border" or something like that. They have pretty good food?" Bob said, not
telling her that the owner was a regular customer of his.

"Oh I don't think that they're open during the day sorry." she said, trying to
think of some place else.

"Yes they are, they just started opening for lunch a couple of weeks ago. They
haven't built up much lunch-time business yet, so I doubt that anyone there
would recognize either one of us." Bob said hopefully. If he could get her
there, he would have her to himself.

"Well, if they're open, I guess that sounds good." she said reluctantly.

"Okay, well call me if there's a problem, otherwise, I'll expect to see you at
noon. Don't worry I'll check on Jim over the weekend, to make sure he's doing
alright." Bob told her.

Bob went home and began making phone call's. If he could pull it off, little
Mrs. Brenda Wilson would soon be a party animal, and who knows, if things went
really well, maybe he could lure her into his service, just like poor Kristin.

He was able to talk John into opening the bar early for a private party, he
only had to offer him a little of the maid of honor's time. He told him to
pick his favorite cook and waiter to join in the fun. Next he called Reggie
and asked him for another favor. He now had the place, the guest, and the
special ingredients he would need.

He began digging through the old tapes of phone calls from Jim's house,
splicing together the parts that he wanted, from when Brenda called home from
out of town. Now he was ready for Sunday. He just prayed that her flight would
be on time, and not delayed somewhere.

Friday he satisfied his growing desires using Kristin, as he had for a month
now. He knew that she would soon begin to worry about being pregnant, but that
was just what he wanted. The first weekend he had used her, he had given her a
triple dose of birth control pills, as well as an injection of Depo-Provera, a
morning after birth control medication. The two large doses of hormones helped
to ensure that she wouldn't become pregnant, but also that she wouldn't cycle,
as she was used to.

As he had the past two Saturdays, he drugged Kristin in the morning, and shot
a custom video with her. This week he bound and abused her with a number of
mechanical devices, just as his rich client had asked for. He had chosen only
the video requests that had requested that the girl be unconscious for her
ordeal, until she had completed her training, although those films where down
to slim pickings by this point.

Bob was the member of an exclusive web site, that specialized in custom made
videos. The site was hosted in a one of the former Soviet Republics, where the
laws didn't prohibit such things. Wealthy men would post their wish list of
what they would like to see in different films, sometimes even writing the
scripts and screen plays. Then photographers or producers would send pictures
of models for the client's approval. Once the client accepted a model, the
buyer would place the money in escrow, until the producer delivered the film
to them. The films usually paid between $5,000.00 and $50,000.00, with some,
say that asked for snuff scenes, and the like, paying as much as $500,000.00.

Producers could also place pictures of their models on the site, and wait for
proposals from buyers. Bob had made several films for people on the site, but
had always used willing models, who would agree to do the scenes in exchange
for being well paid. But now that he had Kristin, who would have to do whatever
he wanted, he saw his potential for profits climb through the roof. He had
posted her photos on the site, and already received several proposals for jobs
for her. He quickly accepted four of the five jobs offered to her, only
turning down the requested to have her raped to death by a large bull, while
her throat is pressed into a razor blade. No need to kill of his potential
gold mine, not to mention Bob may be many things, but he surely wasn't a
killer.

Before he had used the mechanical tentacles to rape her for a video, he had
made two other videos with her. The first was of her being raped by a large
Doberman Pincher, then a giant python wrapped itself around her legs, before
he forced its head into her cunt. The second week wasn't near as exciting, as
he filmed a client, who had flown in from the coast to rape her, while he
strangled her with a neck tie.

He had made $35,000.00 dollars on Kristin in just two weeks, and savored the
thought of another woman to add to his income. Her training was crucial to his
success, if he was to take any of the higher paying jobs, she'd have to be
able to take a good deal of abuse, without freaking out, and that's just what
he was training her for.

He had his friends train her in every conceivable way to pleasure a man. Next
week he would see if she was ready for what he had planned for her.

He sent her home with instructions to use the ten inch dildos on herself for
two hours a night, and then lick each clean by taking them completely into her
throat. This weeks tape would instruct her to always ask the man to ejaculate
in her mouth, and then to show it to her lover on her tongue, before swallowing
it. She had progressed so far, so quickly, that Bob was most pleased, he had
never had such total control over a woman before, and he loved it. He never
thought that the subliminal suggestions would have such a powerful effect on
her. It had been a month, since programming her to react like a cock starved
whore while having her nipples pinched, and pinching her nipples still drove
her mad, to have a man cum inside of her.

Sunday came, and Bob was as excited as a five year old on Christmas morning.
He knew what could come of this, if he played his cards just right, and he was
determined to do just that. Having one woman, to do with as he pleased, was
incredible, but the thought of having two was more than he could have ever
hoped for.

He waited at the bar from 10:30 on. He and Reggie had set up the cameras, and
now waited for their prey. It was now 11:50 A.M. and still Brenda hadn't
called. Bob only hoped that she hadn't forgotten their meeting. At five minutes
before noon she walked in. As soon as she entered, John the owner wondered
into the alcove that was the entrance, to lock the door, and turn the 'Open'
sign down to show that they were closed. He then took down the sign showing
that they opened at 11:00 A.M., and replaced it with they're regular sign,
showing that they opened at 5:00 P.M.

Brenda had walked in and saw Bob almost immediately. She wondered over to join
him. She had taken a quick survey of the dimly lit room, not really noticing
that out of the 5 people there, she was the only woman. As she sat down, Bob
motioned to the waiter, the waiter quickly brought over two long island iced
teas. Brenda didn't really know Bob, so she opted just to drink the tea,
feeling totally secure with her husband's friend.

They ordered their food, as soon as Brenda had gotten a chance to look over
the menu. By the time the food had arrived, Brenda was feeling happy, and had
trouble concentrating. She hadn't even realized that they hadn't talked about
Jim at all. Instead Bob had guided the conversation around to her sex life
with Jim. He had asked her the regular questions a stewardess would expect to
hear. No she wasn't a member of the mile high club, no she had never slept
with a passenger. Yes she had always been faithful.

Soon Bob discovered she had only experience four different men in her life,
the most daring place that she had ever had sex, was in the back seat of her
boyfriends car in high school. As Bob watched the drugs take over her mind, he
could see that she would soon be breaking some of her personal records shortly.

Brenda took the glass of wine that was served with her meal, even though she
knew that she had ordered a Diet Coke. When she had finished the food, she
excused herself, and went to the restroom. While she was gone, the cook and
waiter had taken seats near her table, and waited for the show to start.

As Brenda returned from the restroom, she hadn't noticed that the lights had
been dimmed, and a sensual song oozed from the speakers. She fell into her
chair, not even noticing all of the mens eyes were now trained on her. She
never had a second thought, as she watched Reggie train the video camera on
her face.

Bob waited for her to focus her attention back on him, before he began talking
to her again. She sat there and listened, unaffected by what he said, as he
suggested that she unbutton the top two buttons on her uniform, saying that
they made her look stuffy. She gave no thought as to doing as he said, as she
opened the buttons, as he requested.

Seeing her do as he suggested, he decided to see how far she would go. He told
her that he bet that she would put on a hell of a show, when she would do a
striptease for Jim. She giggled at him, telling him that she never did dance
for Jim. That's when Bob told her that he would like to see her dance.

At his request, she rose from her chair, and seeing him motioning towards the
stage, she walked up the three steps, and began to dance for him. After five
minutes of trying to imitate the dancing that she had seen in movies, the men
in the room began chanting, "take it off", and again she did as she was asked.
Soon she was down to just her panties, after mindlessly dropping her other
clothing to the ground. The chants had turned into "give us a show", and so
she tried to do just that. She wrapped her leg around a metal pipe, as
seductively as she could, and then slid her panties down her long shapely legs,
before twirling them around her index finger, as she held her hand about
shoulder height. She was now dancing totally naked, in front of a room full of
strange men.

She knew deep down inside that what she was doing was wrong, and figured that
something must have been put into her drink, but she nevertheless couldn't
stop herself from doing it. She also had no idea that she would have no memory
of any of this in the morning. She hadn't noticed when Bob went off to make
his call. His young friend the model, should be distracting Jim Wilson right
about now, so Bob called, using the recording, in Brenda's own voice, that he
had made from the tapes that he had picked up, and left a message on the
Wilson's answering machine, which told Jim that Brenda had taken a flight for
her friend Lucy, who had paid her $400.00 in cash to cover the flight. She
also told him that she wouldn't be home until Wednesday, and that she missed
him. Bob knew that she had done this before, and Jim would think nothing of it.

His plan had worked, he now had the sweet Mrs. Wilson, and her services until
Wednesday at 5:30 P.M. He returned to the room, to find that someone had
suggested that she suck his cock. As he watched Brenda nursing one of Reggie's
friend's dicks into her mouth, he broke out one of his digital cameras, to get
some stills of her in action. After sucking the well hung young man to total
erection, it was suggested that she beg him to fuck her.

Bob couldn't believe the sight, as Mrs. Wilson begged the total stranger to
fuck her. Not needing the encouragement to begin with, he happily complied.
She soon found herself with his dick stuffed in her precious, unprotected cunt.
Just then, someone else suggested that she might like to have another cock to
suck on. And again she agreed, and begged for someone to let her suck on their
cock. He encouraged John to help the young woman, and so he did. Soon Brenda
found that she was eagerly sucking one man off, while another was very
satisfactorily pumping away in her cunt.

She repeated these actions again and again. Before tonight, she had only had
sex once in a night, and with only one man at a time. She was now being stuffed
by a third cock in less than forty minutes. She was oblivious to her actions,
and to what was going on around her, and as she was flipped and turned from
one position to another, while she could only manage whimpers of pleasure. Bob
and Reggie filmed away as the young wife seemingly happily serviced one man
after another. She was flipped this way and that, as each of the seven men
came inside of her cunt and mouth. Soon her cunt was dripping with the sperm
from the men using her.

When everyone in the group, but Bob and Reggie had used her once, with several
of the men ready for a second go at her. She found herself agreeing with John,
when he told her she'd probably like to get fucked in the ass. Soon after she
had sucked his cock back to full erection, she was begging him to stuff his
large prick into her ass. Although she was begging him to do it, nothing could
have prepared her for the pain that came with her first anal intrusion. She
was screaming in pain, and gritting her teeth, as he worked his larger than
average cock into her virgin ass hole.

John continued his assault on her anus, without an interruption, even as she
begged him to stop. She had finally stopped screaming that it was killing her,
by the time that he finally climaxed inside of her. She had no idea how lucky
she was, that his sperm would lubricate her ass, as Big Rick stepped up for
his turn at her tight sphincter. Reggie had used Big Rick in several of his
films, because of the unbelievable size of his massive cock. It was over
twelve inches in length, when fully erect, and over two inches thick as well.
By the time that Big Rick had used her cunt, Brenda had already been too
stretched out, to fully appreciate his massive size.

As Brenda lay there, trying to recuperate from John's abuse of her ass, Rick
asked her if she would like him to fill her now empty ass. To her horror, she
found herself enthusiastically telling him 'Yes." even as her mind and body
screamed "NO!"

She reeled in pain, as his giant cock pressed against her already sore and
punished anal opening. The pain, as the massive head of his dick pressed past
the outer ring of her sphincter, was excruciating. As he drove his massive
prick deeper into her, the pain increased exponentially. Soon she was coughing
and gagging, in between cries of pain. As he neared closer to fully burying
his massive tool inside of her, she had finally had too much of the pain, the
drugs, and the exhaustion of it all was too much for her, and she passed out
impaled on the massive dick in her ass.