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PARKER7.TXT -- 1/4
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POOL PARTY I
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By Parker
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an210088@anon.penet.fi
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WARNING: This story involves rather a good deal of non-
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consensual sex, humiliation and any number of other things
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which should not be undertaken in real life. If you do not
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want to read this sort of material, STOP NOW!
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Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute
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(unaltered of course), but be discrete.
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This is part one of a four part story.
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No one was happy to see Jennifer.
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Which, to an outsider, might have seemed surprising. With her thick, black
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hair, flawless alabaster skin, full red lips and slender, athletic
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despite-the-fact-I-never-lower-myself-to- exercise body, Jennifer Watson was
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one of the most desirable girls on campus. At least as far as looks went. And
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the male students of the Phi Phi Phi fraternity were certainly just about as
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appreciative of good looking women as one would expect them to be. Even more
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so.
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This particular good looking woman, however, was the president and head
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agitator of the local chapter of Concerned Students for Political Correctness.
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In her second year at Bakersville College North, she had been instrumental in
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the college's decision to withdraw funding from the fraternity newsletter as a
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result of certain allegedly sexist comments. She had later caused the
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fraternity's sponsoring professor to be suspended indefinitely because of some
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unsubstantiated allegations regarding sexual proposals he had made to a female
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student (who had, incidentally, received a failing grade just prior to the
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accusations). All things considered, Jennifer Watson had been a thorn in the
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side of the fraternity during her four years at BCN.
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Her most recent success, however, topped them all. She had been working
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for years now to get the PPP's annual "Slave Auction" cancelled. Each year, the
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PPP fraternity and some of the girl's from one of the sorority houses on campus
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held a mock Slave Auction to raise money for improvements to their facilities.
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For the last few years, they had been raising money to add an indoor pool to
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the fraternity house. Not only had Jennifer spearheaded the successful drive to
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cancel the Slave Auction (due to the fact that it "trivialized the experiences
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of visible minorities who had suffered slavery in the past and mocked the state
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of women everywhere, whose present existence was little better than slavery at
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the hands of the male oriented hierarchical society"), but she had convinced
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the college to expropriate the money raised over the last few years and put it
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towards the commission of a piece of modern sculpture celebrating Sisterhood in
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the twentieth century.
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So, when Jennifer showed up at the door of the PPP fraternity house where
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the members of the fraternity who had been planning the event were gathered for
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a drunken 'wake' - a so- called 'pool party' - no one was particularly pleased
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to see her.
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It was the guy who opened the door, one Mark Spenser, who - despite not
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usually being a particularly articulate individual - voiced the feelings of the
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entire group: "What the fuck are you doing here?"
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Jennifer just smirked. She had been out for a couple of drinks with some
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friends earlier that evening and had been on her way to the airport (it was
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spring break, and she had arranged to get away by herself for a while) when she
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had decided to drop by the frat house to see how they were taking the news. In
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fact, she was a little drunk.
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"Just stopping by to say goodbye," she explained, slurring her words a
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bit. "Wanted to make certain that there were no hard feelings."
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"No hard feelings?" Mark was incredulous. "Fuck that. You came her to rub
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it in more like it."
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Jennifer widened her eyes in mock surprise. She *loved* this! "Not at
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all," she protested, trying not to laugh. These guys were soooooo stupid. "I
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did it for your benefit too. It's an important lesson to learn, but..."
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Mark had heard enough. "Why don't you just..."
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"Hold on a moment." Mark was cut off by a quiet, intense voice. "She's
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right." Amazed, Mark turned to confront the person behind him. It was...
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"Gary?" A freshman at BCN and an applicant to join the fraternity. What
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was...
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"Just a second, Mark." The speaker, a tall geeky looking guy with short
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black hair and glasses approached and placed his hand on Mark's shoulder.
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"Jennifer here has a point." The entire room had fallen silent. Even Jennifer
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was astounded. Was this guy making fun of her? "What we were doing was
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insensitive," Gary explained. "It was wrong. And I think that we should thank
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Jennifer for pointing it out to us."
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He turned. "Sharon," he called out, "get Jennifer here a drink." He
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turned back to the girl who stood, silent and staring in the doorway. "Beer
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OK?"
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Jennifer nodded a puzzled assent, still unsure as to whether or not this
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guy was making fun of her.
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"A beer," Gary called out. Mark started to say something, but Gary
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ignored him. "Come in," he invited Jennifer. "Let us make up for some of the
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harsh words that've passed between our organizations."
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In her partially drunken state, Jennifer actually believed him. She
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entered the room. Gary closed the door behind her and Mark stomped off. The
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music started up again, and Sharon - a short, pudgy girl with pig eyes,
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Jennifer noticed, conscious as always of her own beauty - returned a few
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moments later with a glass of beer. Jennifer accepted it without thanks and
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took a sip.
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Gary sat her down on the couch as the 'pool party' started up again around
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them. He began talking to her about the Slave Auction and generally engaged her
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in conversation while she finished the beer and then another, also brought by
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Sharon. After a while, she began to feel a queer sort of disassociation,
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almost as if her mind was floating free from her body. The room was getting
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warmer and warmer; the music drifted away...
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Jennifer felt a warm, pleasurable sensation on her chest. She looked down
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to see that her breasts were fully exposed; her blouse had somehow come open
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and her bra unfastened.
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"G-Gary?" What was... but when she looked up, it was Mark sitting in front
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of her, playing with her breasts. Panicked, she brought her hands up to stop
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him, but she seemed to be completely lacking in strength.
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Everything seemed so far away...
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Jennifer drew in a breath to voice a protest, but just as she opened her
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mouth to speak, Mark kissed her. The feel of his warm lips on hers sent tingles
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of pleasure shooting through her. She could only moan in pleasure as his tongue
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vigorously explored the inside of her mouth. She didn't know what was happening
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to her... or why; but it sure felt good! Too good. Jennifer stopped trying to
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stop it. As best she could in her drugged state, she wrapped her arms around
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Mark's neck and...
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No. It wasn't Mark any more. It was someone else. Some guy she didn't
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know. Jennifer struggled to sit up, but she was held down by what seemed to her
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to be disembodied hands on her shoulders. She was lying back on the couch, legs
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spread as the guy fucked his cock in and out of her wet, fully exposed pussy.
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Involuntarily, she moaned in pleasure, bucking her hips up against him to
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increase the pressure on her sensitive clit.
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From out of nowhere, a hand grabbed her thick black hair and pulled her
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head back and upwards. She opened her mouth to gasp in pain, and immediately a
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large, warm cock slid in between her thick, wet lips. She gagged slightly at
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this intrusion, but instinctively began sucking at it. It tasted so good!
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The cock in her pussy began to spurt, pumping wad after wad of warm, wet
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sperm into her welcoming thighs. She felt a series of little orgasms wrack her
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body as she slurped hungrily at...
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At...
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She wiped ineffectually at the globs of sticky, white sperm which now
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coated her pale cheeks. Jennifer wasn't sure how many cocks she had sucked, but
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a large number of them had erupted onto her face rather than into her mouth.
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The sperm felt warm and sticky as she wiped at it with her long, delicate
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fingers.
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She was on her hands and knees now. Someone was behind her, sawing his
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cock in and out of her pussy. She moaned and grunted in pleasure, coming at the
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same time as cock in her pussy. She was still halfway through the orgasm when
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the cock pulled out and another took its place.
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It felt so good!
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"Please... please... please..."
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Mark looked down, a big stupid grin on his face, as Jennifer Watson, on
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her hands and knees, mouth and pussy simultaneously stuffed with cock, her
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beautiful face shining with a thick coating of sperm and drool, bucked and
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moaned with obvious pleasure. Jennifer Watson - the president of the Concerned
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Students for Political Correctness. Hah! The horny bitch had fucked at least a
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dozen guys so far and was still going strong.
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That Gary!
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What a great idea using that drug. Even though he was only a freshman,
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Gary's actions that night had pretty much assured himself not only a place in
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the fraternity, but a place in the upper echelons. What a guy. For some reason,
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however, Gary had not wanted to take a turn with the bitch - he had even left
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early with his girlfriend Sharon - but that didn't matter. All that mattered
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now was that he get another shot as this whore before the drug wore off.
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Mark felt his cock get hard again (for the third time that night!) as he
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waited for another turn with the slut.
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In the end, the guys had tired before Jennifer. There were only ten of
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them! Completely spent, they sat around the room in languid satisfaction,
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watching in amazement as Jennifer Watson lay, like some naked and fucked out
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whore, on the floor in the centre of the living room. The raven haired slut lay
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on her back, legs spread widely, moaning and whimpering, fingers still working
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busily away in her sopping cunt.
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What a whore.
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This was the scene that greeted Tammy, Lisa, Becky and Cindy as they
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entered the frat house. They were the girls from the nearby sorority house who
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had been helping plan the fund raising Slave Auction for the pool.
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"What the hell?"
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Mark quickly stammered out an explanation. How Jennifer had shown up at
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the party to gloat and how Gary had drugged the bitch so she would turn into a
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slut. He had been afraid that they might be angry, but the girls seemed more
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amused than anything else. Jennifer had, over the last few years, fucked them
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over with her political correctness as much as she had the fraternity.
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Tammy, the unofficial leader of the sorority group, even sat herself down
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beside the naked squirming girl and began playing with Jennifer's exposed
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pussy. Although not nearly as beautiful as the slut on the floor, Tammy was
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still very attractive in a pudgy sort of way, with shoulder length blonde hair
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and wide, green eyes. The boys stared in mute amazement as the blonde girl slid
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a finger in and out of the slut's sopping pussy. A number of them began to get
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hard again.
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"Jennifer the campus slut," Tammy muttered, grinning. "Jennifer the
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fuck-pet." Tammy looked up at the rest of the group. "I like the sound of
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that." Half oblivious, the subject of Tammy's comments moaned and lifted her
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hips off the floor, trying desperately to grind her pussy into Tammy's hand.
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"Please..."
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Everyone laughed.
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Except Lisa. Typical. She was a tall, attractive girl with long black hair
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and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses that gave her a studious, old-fashioned
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appearance. Lisa was the one who always saw the downside of things.
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"You've got a problem here," she said, frowning. "This is fine now when
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she's drugged, but what about when she sobers up?" The guys looked puzzled.
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What about it?
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"She'll cry rape," Lisa explained.
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Immediately, the guys in the fraternity began talking loudly. Once again,
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it was Mark who voiced their feelings. "But she was willing," he protested.
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"Everyone saw it."
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"Who do you think they'll believe?" Lisa asked him.
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Mark fell silent.
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"She's right," Cindy agreed. "No one will ever believe that she willingly
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fucked all you guys."
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"Fuck..." Jennifer mumbled, half-conscious as Tammy played with her pussy.
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Every time she was about to come, Tammy would pull her hand away. " Fuck me...
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please..."
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"Especially after what she did," Becky stated, continuing the thought.
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Despite the fact that Becky was a pale skinned red head and Cindy negro, the
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two girls were known as the 'twins'. The went everywhere together and were
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co-leaders of the cheerleading squad.
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"Getting your pool money confiscated," Cindy finished, "and getting the
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Auction cancelled."
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The guys in the fraternity looked glum. The twins were right. When word
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got out, they would be lucky to stay out of jail, never mind being kicked out
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of school.
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Mark swallowed. That asshole Gary! No wonder he hadn't stuck around. Next
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time he came around...
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"Don't panic," Tammy smirked, looking up from where she sat on the floor
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beside the squirming girl. "I think I see a way out of this..."
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Jennifer stared dimly upwards through the haze of lust that suffused her
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body. The hand in her pussy had moved away, but she was still able to
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masturbate herself. It didn't feel as good as when someone else was doing it,
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but at least she actually brought herself off. Jennifer hazily watched the
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others in the room as she rapidly slid her fingers up and down over her pussy.
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They seemed to be talking about something...
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Why were they all being so serious? Why didn't one of the boys fuck her
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again? She needed it so bad...
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"Fuck me..." she whined. "Somebody... please?"
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But it was no use. They were busy with something else. One of the girls -
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Lisa, her fogged mind informed her, properly placing the name with the face -
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had taken off her clothes and was getting dressed again, this time in a
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different set of clothes. Jennifer's mind groped and struggled with an idea.
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What was it? Then she realized: they were *her* clothes! Lisa was getting
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dressed in Jennifer's clothing.
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Jennifer giggled madly: with her jet black hair and slim build, Lisa
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looked something like Jennifer, at least from afar. It was funny: Lisa playing
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Jennifer!
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Still... still, a thread of unease writhed its way through her
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drug-induced haze. Almost against her will, Jennifer began to pay attention to
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what was being said: "...car keys. Phone when you get there and... at airport.
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Make sure they see you, but not too..."
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What was happening?
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Then Lisa was gone, still wearing Jennifer's clothes and jacket. The
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unease Jennifer had felt was washed away as another orgasm, smaller this time,
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racked her body while the door swung shut.
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What was going on?
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Another girl, the name 'Tammy' entered Jennifer's groggy mind, turned her
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attention downwards. She smiled as she noticed that Jennifer was focusing on
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her. Jennifer felt another twinge of unease cut through the fading lust at that
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smile. She felt that she must know this girl from somewhere. Wasn't she...
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Tammy reached down and pulled the confused girl into an upright, sitting
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position. Jennifer grunted with discomfort as she felt the now-cold sperm
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dribble out of her suddenly aching pussy when she sat up. "Come along, little
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Jennifer Fucktoy," Tammy whispered. "Time to get dressed and go home."
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Home. Something in Jennifer's mind objected to being called 'fucktoy', but
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'home' sounded good.
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Warm. Safe.
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With some help from Becky and Cindy, Tammy pulled Jennifer's slender arms
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upward, and slid the a thin top down over Jennifer's head and over her chest.
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The three girls than heaved Jennifer to her unsteady feet, and pulled some sort
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of miniskirt up to her waist. Jennifer squirmed, not liking the feel of the
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tight polyester on her skin, but could not effectively resist. Finally, Tammy
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reached down and strapped a pair of four inch heels onto the feet of the weakly
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struggling girl.
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"All done," Tammy announced, standing. "Let's take a look."
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Suddenly unsupported, Jennifer stood uncertainly on the heels, looking
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about the room. Everyone was staring at her. The guys... Mark... the girls...
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Confused, she turned in a circle, stumbling slightly on the heels, looking
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about until she caught sight of herself in a mirror.
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Omygod!
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The girl staring back from the depths of the mirror looked like a complete
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slut! She wore a tight, black polyester skirt that barely covered four inches
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below the rounded bottom of her asscheeks. Likewise, the bright, pink
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sleeveless top clearly revealed the outlines of her nipples, and hung only
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halfway down her front, clearly exposing her stomach. The only other item of
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clothing the girl was wearing was a pair of shiny black pumps. The girl's
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tangled, matted hair gave her a wild, sexy appearance, as it hung down over her
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face, half concealing her wide, brown eyes and thick, pouty lips.
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In the mirror, Jennifer saw Tammy come up behind her, and then felt the
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other girl's hands reach around and cup her thinly covered breasts.
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"Come along, little play-slut," Tammy whispered in her ears, nibbling and
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biting between words. "Time to go home."
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Home. That sounded right.
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Warm.
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Safe.
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Still dazed, Jennifer allowed herself to be led by the other girls,
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unresisting, out the back door and across the parking lot to a waiting car. In
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fact, she couldn't have fought back if she had wanted to; the drugs and alcohol
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made it almost impossible for her to walk unaided on the four inch heels, and
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she was forced to lean on the other girls for support.
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On the way to the parking lot, the girls encountered a group of guys
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heading in the opposite direction. Jennifer looked one of them in the eye and
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tried to ask for help, but he just smirked at her. Another guy whistled as the
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girls walked past.
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"See," Tammy said, to no one in particular as the boys moved away. "No one
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will see Jennifer Watson. Just some party slut."
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Finally, they reached their destination. Becky unlocked the back door and
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shoved her inside with the aid of Cindy.
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Jennifer's last thought before she finally passed out on the back seat
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where she say between Tammy and Becky - the former still playing with her
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breasts - was of home.
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Safe.
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END PART ONE
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Part two will be posted in the very near future. As usual, I am interested in
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hearing anything you might have to say about this story. Feel free to mail all
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comments to the appropriate address.
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PARKER7.TXT -- 2/4
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POOL PARTY II
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By Parker
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an210088@anon.penet.fi
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WARNING: This story contains all kinds of non-consensual
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sexual activity. If you don't like reading this sort of
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thing, stop now, before it is too late.
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This is the second part of a four part story.
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Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute
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(unaltered of course), but be discrete.
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When Jennifer eventually regained consciousness, she found herself
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fastened securely to a heavy brass bed by four sets of cold metal handcuffs,
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each one attaching its respective wrist or ankle to the four corners of the
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bedframe. She struggled not to give in to panic as her mind slowly replayed for
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her the events of the previous... what... evening? Jennifer had no way of
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knowing how long she had been unconscious.
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Her conscious behaviour, however, was another story. Despite the drugs
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and alcohol, her memory was pretty much intact: the arrival at the frathouse
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(for a little bit of frat-baiting); the drinking; the strange feeling of
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disassociation; the... the sex (Jennifer's stomach heaved at the thought); the
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trip to the car...
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Then nothing.
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Where was she?
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Jennifer shook her long, dark hair away from her face and looked down at
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herself. Oh god! It was every bit as bad as she'd remembered! With the
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exception of the shoes - her feet were now bare - she was still wearing the
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clothing in which she had left the party. The pink top; the miniskirt...
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Someone seemed to have cleaned her up a bit, but there were still spots of
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dried cum dotting the tank top and miniskirt.
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She squirmed, testing her bonds. No luck. The unyielding handcuffs just
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bit a little further into her wrists, adding another layer of pain to overlay
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the general ache which permeated her abused body. The captive girl moaned in
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agony as the slight movement of her legs rubbed the inside of her thighs
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together. She had obviously been rubbed raw the night before.
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Jennifer opened her mouth to scream for help, for anything, but could only
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manage a weak sound that was halfway between a groan and a sob. She shivered in
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misery. The after affects of the drugs and alcohol had left her throat parched
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and her head aching.
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"Help me," she whispered.
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As if on cue, the door opened. Tammy Sinclair entered the room, carrying
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with her a large bottle of mineral water. Jennifer's parched throat seemed to
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swell shut at the sight of it.
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"Water?" she moaned.
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Tammy smiled. The short blonde girl carefully sat the bottle down beside
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the bed - out of Jennifer's limited reach, of course - and sat down on the side
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of the bed.
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"How's our little girl?" she asked mockingly. "Not feeling too good, hmm?"
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She reached over and ran her fingers through her captive's thick black hair.
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"Little Jennie have too much to drink?" she cooed. "Poor Jen-Jen."
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Jennifer ignored the insults.
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Only one thing mattered. "P-please... water."
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"Well, maybe a little later," Tammy chuckled. "We have some things to talk
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about first." She moved her hands lower, dragging her short, pudgy fingers down
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her captive's tear-stained cheek and then down to her barely covered breasts.
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Jennifer stared, wide-eyed and unbelieving, as the younger girl began to play
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with her firm tits. She squirmed in discomfort, but was unable to pull away.
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Tammy, however, couldn't help but notice these attempts to avoid her touch.
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"Now that's no way to behave," she said with mock firmness. She grasped
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one of Jennifer's nipples between two fingers and squeezed. Jennifer stiffened
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and groaned in pain. "You're my little playmate now," the blonde said, still
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squeezing. "My little play puss. Little playtoys don't try to move away. They
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take what's given to them and are thankful for it." With one last twist, she
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released the throbbing nipple and then resumed toying with Jennifer's breast.
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This time, Jennifer didn't pull away. There was silence for a few moments as
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Tammy finished with the breast and worked her way slowly down Jennifer's
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stomach, under the miniskirt, and onto the captive's pussy. Jennifer tried to
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close her legs, but she was unable to do so because of the cuffs on her ankles.
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Hopelessly, she moaned and whimpered as her tormentress slowly sank one... and
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then two thick fingers into her raw pussy.
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"Please... Tammy," she begged, voice hoarse and dusty. "Don't..."
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Tammy smirked at her. "Don't you remember me little Jennie?" she asked,
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fingers still inserted. "You must."
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Jennifer just shook her head, confused. She knew Tammy by name, but not...
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"I was the person who represented this sorority at the hearing last year,"
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the blonde explained, "during the inquiry into racial equality in campus
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organizations." She slowly began to move her fingers in and out of her
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captive's painful, fucked out pussy. "You remember. That was the inquiry where
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it was determined that our sorority didn't have a large enough representation
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of visible minorities," Tammy continued, "and our funding was cut off by sixty
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percent." By now, Jennifer was having trouble following Tammy's words, as the
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other girl's fingers were sending waves of stabbing pain into her belly. She
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remembered the inquiry though; it had been her idea...
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"That's this sorority. That's why our house is only about half full.
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That's why we have plenty of room to keep you here for as long as we want."
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Tammy abruptly jerked her fingers free of Jennifer's pussy.
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"Ahh..." Jennifer's hips bucked with pain.
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"So you're going to make it up to us," Tammy finished. "To me. You're
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going to be the house pussy slave." Tammy reached over, opened the bottle, and
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took a long slow drink of water. Her words slowly sunk in as Jennifer watched
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her drink.
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Pussy slave! Tammy finished drinking and methodically screwed the cap back
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on. "And what's more," she continued, "you're going to help replace the money
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that was confiscated for the pool at Phi Phi Phi. We've arranged a little part
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time job for you."
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Jennifer tried to say something... to question what was happening, but her
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throat was too parched to let out anything but a hoarse cough. And her head
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ached so much!
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Tammy stood. "Well," she said sweetly, "I've given you a lot to think
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about right now. We'll talk more later." The girl turned and walked out of the
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room. The bottle of water, on the other hand, was left on a side table, just
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out of Jennifer's reach.
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She had no way of telling; it could have been hours or it could have been
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days before the door opened again. Jennifer had no way of measuring time other
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than by the slow, steady increase in torment as her bound body became more and
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more dehydrated. Her wrists and ankles had been rubbed red and raw by her
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frenzied attempts to get loose - to reach the precious bottle of water sitting
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beside the bed - but it had been no use. She was still chained firmly in
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position on the bed when Tammy finally re- entered the room.
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"How are we doing pet?" the girl asked.
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Jennifer looked up at her with bleary, red-rimmed eyes.
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"W-wat... er," she croaked, voice dusty and dry.
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Tammy smiled nastily. "Water?" she asked, all innocent. "Are you getting
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thirsty?"
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Jennifer nodded weakly.
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"Well then," Tammy said cheerfully, "I'll give you some water, but you'll
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have to do something for me first."
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Jennifer just stared at her.
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Waiting.
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"Ever since your little display at Phi Phi Phi the other night," Tammy
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told her, "I've been a little hot. All that delicious sex..." The girl sighed
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wistfully. "And none for me." She sat down on the side of the bed and slipped a
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hand under the pink top. Jennifer didn't pull away. She'd learned that lesson.
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"So," she continued, "I was just thinking... wouldn't it be nice to have a
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little pussy slave to take care of me when I get hot? A nice, obedient little
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play puss to give me the tongue whenever I want it."
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Jennifer stared in horror, eyes wide. The drug-induced sex with the boys
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had been a nightmare, but this... this was sick. She wasn't a lesbian! (Not
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that she didn't support the lifestyle choices made by...)
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"I'm sure a lot of the girls her would appreciate the same thing," Tammy
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continued.
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Jennifer coughed out an answer. "N...no." Never.
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Tammy frowned, removing her hand from the older girl's breast. "Well," she
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said, "If you're going to be unreasonable, I'll just have to come back and talk
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to you about it later." She slid to her feet and stalked away, closing the door
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behind her.
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"N... no," Jennifer repeated to the now empty room.
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This time, Jennifer was certain that days had passed before anyone came
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back into the room. It must have been days. She had tried to hold it, but had
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finally admitted defeat as her swollen bladder gave way and the beer-piss that
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had been building up for the last few hours had sprayed out, soaking the bed
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and her upper legs. That had been hours ago; the moisture had long since dried
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off her thighs, but the smell was maddening.
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"Pee yew" Tammy muttered as she entered the room. "Has little Jennie had
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an accident?" Jennifer's face burned with mortification. It hadn't been her
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fault, but some instinct that had been bred into her since her childhood
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toilet-training kept chanting her guilt over and over to her.
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She had been a bad girl.
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She had done a bad thing.
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"It sure does smell like it," came another voice. Not Tammy. It was Lisa,
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the tall dark haired girl who had dressed up in Jennifer's clothing and taken
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her car. In fact, she was still wearing Jennifer's clothes. Jennifer's eyes
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struggled to muster the non-existent moisture necessary to create tears at the
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sight of these relics of her life before the events of the party. No tears
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though; just a dry stinging sensation in her eyes.
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The pudgy blonde girl looked down on her.
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"Well pet?" she asked. "Ready to begin?"
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Jennifer nodded. She had been ready for the last few hours, ever since she
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had voided herself on the bed. That had been the final blow; she knew that she
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would do whatever they said. At least until she had a chance to get free.
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Anything for some water.
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Tammy smirked and looked over at her friend. "I told you," she said.
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"We'll see," Lisa sniffed, brushing her long black hair back from her
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face. "She hasn't done anything yet." The girl bent over and began pulling down
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her - Jennifer's - slacks.
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"She will," Tammy said confidently.
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In a few moments, Lisa had removed her glasses and was naked from the
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waist down. Jennifer tried to close her eyes, but was unable to turn away. She
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watched in horrified fascination as the girl stretched her long, thin legs,
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climbed on the bed, and straddled Jennifer's face with her thighs. Lisa's
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pussy, thick with tangled black hair, was soon directly above her mouth.
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Jennifer gagged. She immediately felt almost smothered by the smell of
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pussy.
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"I can't believe she's gonna do this," Lisa predicted pessimistically.
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"Just a second," Tammy said. The blonde opened the water bottle, poured
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some of the liquid onto her palm, and quickly splashed it over her friend's
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pussy. A few drops fell free and landed on Jennifer's face. The captive girl
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swallowed as best she could, but a good portion of the water glistened
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invitingly in Lisa's pussy hair.
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Jennifer moaned. Not enough.
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Not nearly enough water.
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"Do it," Tammy said. "Jam your snatch in her ugly face."
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Obediently, the dark haired girl lowered her naked crotch onto Jennifer's
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face, jamming her pussy over the girl's nose and mouth. At first, Jennifer kept
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her mouth firmly closed, revolted by the sight and smell of the other girl's
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pussy. She just couldn't do it; she couldn't! But, a few moments later, the
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feel of the water on her lips forced her to open her mouth and extend her
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tongue.
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Water!
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Tammy had splashed Lisa's crotch with precious water. Jennifer - slowly
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at first, but then with increasing enthusiasm - thrust her tongue out between
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her parched lips and began to lick. The taste of the water overcame all
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inhibitions. Within moments, she was slurping away loudly at Lisa's cunt, her
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dry tongue scraping along the outside of Lisa's pussy.
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"She's doing it," the girl cried, excited. "She's licking my pussy. The
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little slut." Lisa, excited by the captive's obedience, let out a moan of
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intense pleasure as she reached up to fondle her own tits. "Harder," she
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moaned, grinding her sopping pussy into the unwilling girl's face.
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Jennifer shuddered as another wave of shame and revulsion washed over her
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while Lisa gasped and writhed on her face. But she couldn't help herself. She
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had to have moisture! The water was gone now, but Lisa's pussy was beginning to
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produce juices of its own. Still parched, Jennifer thirstily sucked away,
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oblivious of all else as Lisa began humping her crotch up and down on top of
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her face.
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Nothing else mattered.
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Which was why, after Lisa quickly came with a shuddering, intense orgasm
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and climbed slowly off the bed, Jennifer was shocked to find more girls in the
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room. It was Becky and Cindy. The twins.
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Cindy held a camera.
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"You're next," Tammy said, gesturing towards Becky. The slender redhead
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needed no further encouragement. Already naked, she giggled as she climbed
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aboard, small tits bobbing merrily. A natural redhead. Once again, Jennifer was
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forced to lick and suck the girl to climax, all the time desperately slurping
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up and drinking down and much as possible of the precious pussy juice.
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An irregular burst of light attested to the fact that Cindy was capturing
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the entire event on film, but Jennifer didn't care any more. Her whole world
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was focused on the tight, wet pussy being ground into her face. She needed the
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liquid.
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Next was Cindy. Jennifer gagged and began chocking as the black girl
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climbed aboard shoved her wet, smelly pussy in the captive's face, but she soon
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started lapping away with enthusiasm, just as she had done for the other two
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girls.
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Finally, Tammy herself straddled the captive's face. By now, Jennifer was
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no longer revolted by the other girls' pussies. They were just a source of
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nourishment. She even moaned in frustration when Tammy, after coming twice,
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loudly, climbed off. Involuntarily, Jennifer raised her head off the pillow in
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a vain attempt to capture just a few more drops of pussy juice from Tammy's
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dripping pussy.
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She couldn't help herself. She wanted more. Not sexual pleasure, as she
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had felt none, but moisture.
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Sweet moisture...
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Cindy, still half naked, took a few more pictures, moving around the bed
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to capture the scene from a number of different angles. Their captive's hair
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was once again (as it had been at the pool party) matted down onto her sweaty
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forehead, this time stuck down with pussy juice rather than sperm. In fact, the
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girl's entire face shone red with the exertion and results of her efforts.
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"Look," Cindy giggled. Jennifer had extended her tongue as far out of her
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mouth as she could, and was running it desperately over as much of her face as
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she could manage, still trying to capture whatever moisture that was available.
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Laughing and giggling, the four girls watched for a while, fascinated, until
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Tammy ushered them out of the room and shut the door behind them. Finally, it
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was just her and Jennifer alone again.
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"There, little puss sucker," Tammy smirked. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
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Jennifer had given up trying to suck in any more pussy juice and just lay
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there, staring upwards with hatred. Control had returned, and with it an
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intense hatred for the person who had so degraded her. The blonde girl,
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however, was unimpressed. Laughing, Tammy ran a hand over her captive's
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forehead. She gathered up a glob of pussy juice and brought it down to the
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older girl's lips. Hatred was immediately forgotten. As was pride. Almost
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against her will, Jennifer opened her red, swollen lips and accepted Tammy's
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juice-covered finger in her mouth, sucking thirstily. After she had sucked the
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moisture off of it, Tammy pulled it out and repeated the process until
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Jennifer's face had more or less been scraped dry and Jennifer lay still,
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hoarse and panting with humiliation.
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She needed more.
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"Don't be greedy now," Tammy cautioned as Jennifer laboriously turned her
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head and gazed longingly at the bottle of water. "There'll be plenty more pussy
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juice for you soon."
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Still, she poured a handful of water into her palm and allowed the older
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girl to lap it up. Jennifer did so, but this time she was keenly aware of her
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humiliation: lapping water out of this bitch's hand like some dog.
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Nevertheless...
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Finally, Tammy stood up to go.
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"Wait," Jennifer protested, throat now lubricated with moisture.
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"What's... h-how long are you going to keep me here? You can't just..." She let
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the thought trail off, unspoken.
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Could they?
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Tammy smiled down at her. "Why, just until you earn back the money you had
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taken from the boys; for their pool."
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Jennifer was both puzzled and enraged. After a brief struggle, the
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puzzlement won out; there wasn't much point in venting her anger while she was
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fastened down so securely.
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"But... how?"
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"Don't you worry about that, little play-puss," Tammy cooed. "It's all
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arranged. You start training for your new job tomorrow." With that, the blonde
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coed turned out the lights and left the room.
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"Wait..."
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The door swung shut. And Jennifer, who now had taken in enough moisture to
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form tears, began to cry.
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END PART II
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As usual, I am interested in anything you might have to say about the story.
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You know how to reach me.
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PARKER7.TXT -- 3/4
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POOL PARTY III
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By Parker
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an210088@anon.penet.fi
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WARNING: This story contains lots and lots of non-consensual
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sexual activity. It is not intended for minors or for those
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who are easily offended. If you fall into either of these
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categories, stop reading now.
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This is the third part of a four part story.
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Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute
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(unaltered, of course), but be discrete.
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The job, it turned out, was stripping.
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The trainer was a hard looking oriental woman named Kim. Kim Loo. She
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worked as a recruiter and trainer for a chain of 'gentleman's clubs' across the
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country. In particular, she worked for the local club of the chain:
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'Pussywillows', located in nearby Point Hope. Tammy had met her there during
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the 'end of the school year' celebrations after her first year of college.
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Evidently, they had worked out some sort of deal for Jennifer to work at the
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club. At least, if Kim wanted her.
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And it seemed she did.
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Jennifer was still fastened down on the bed when Kim Loo had shown up at
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the sorority the morning after the captive's first session of pussy sucking.
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The girls had gotten her to repeat her duties that morning, but had been
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meticulous in getting her cleaned up for her 'audition'.
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Kim had looked down on the captive girl as she stared back from the bed
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with wide, confused eyes, still dressed in the pink top and miniskirt in which
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she had left the pool party. The oriental woman was careful not to show any
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emotion as she stared down at Jennifer with impenetrable black eyes, but she
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knew instantly that this girl would be perfect for the club. Pussywillows
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specialized in fresh new talent, its patrons preferring the slightly hesitant
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and embarrassed newcomers over the more experienced professionals. As well, the
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professionals knew better than to hook up with a place like Pussywillows, as it
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was more than stripjoint.
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Jennifer fit the bill perfectly.
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After what seemed like an eternity to Jennifer, the woman had turned to
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Tammy.
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"She'll do." That was all. The woman turned and walked out of the bedroom.
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"What's going on?" Jennifer whined, thoroughly frightened.
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"She's going to be your new boss," Tammy explained gleefully. "And
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trainer. You start next week at Pussywillow's in Point Hope."
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Jennifer's eyes widened with shock and she chocked back a cry. She knew
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all about that place. In fact, she had spent much of the previous summer
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picketing in front of it, and gathering signatures on a petition to have it
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shut down. It was one of her few unsuccessful causes.
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That was enough.
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"No way," she stated. "No fuckin' way I'm doing it." Jennifer began to
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struggle with her bonds. "Now let me loose you bitch." She thrashed about on
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the bed, but to no avail.
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Tammy just smiled.
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A nasty smile.
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"I think," the blonde coed said mildly, green eyes sparkling with malice,
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"that it's time to show you something. A demonstration." She walked to the
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other side of the room, bent over, and slid open a battered wooden drawer. When
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she straightened up, she held in her hand a metal rod, about two feet in
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length, with a plastic handle on one end and a small bulb on the other. A small
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red switch sat beside a plastic dial on the handle.
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"This," she announced happily, "is a cattle prod." Jennifer stared in
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horrified fascination as Tammy walked up to the side of the bed. "I'm going to
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give you a jolt on low power, just to give you a taste of it. If I have to use
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it again, however, it will be turned to full." She flicked the switch. The rod
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emitted a low humming sound as Tammy waved it slowly over her captive's face
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and then lowered it to Jennifer's stomach.
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Jennifer shook her head. "No... NOOOOO......"
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Pain.
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The pain was unbelievable. It went so far beyond anything Jennifer had
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ever imagined a human being could experience and still survive that she was for
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a moment utterly certain that she had somehow spontaneously burst into flames
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and was being consumed by the fire. Indeed, she was shocked to find herself
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intact when the burning finally died down.
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Tammy looked down in satisfaction. Jennifer's eyes were wild with pain and
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her quivering lower chin was covered with glistening spittle from where she had
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virtually foamed at the mouth. That should do it.
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"That was on low power," she reiterated. "Next time it's on full. If you
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continue to misbehave, you'll become rather... intimate with it." Tammy paused
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to let her words sink in.
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"Do you understand?"
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Jennifer, still racked with the pain-filled aftershocks of the jolt,
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nodded her head in emphatic agreement. She was certain - she knew - that she
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could not survive a jolt at full power. It would surely kill her.
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Tammy smirked in satisfaction. The prod seemed to have done its job.
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Turning, she called out: "Becky. Cindy." The twins appeared in the doorway and
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entered the room. "Get her ready for her first lesson," Tammy ordered.
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It was to be the first of many.
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The lessons took place in the sorority common room.
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For about three hours every morning and then every afternoon, Kim taught
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Jennifer the rudiments of stripping. At first, she kept her clothes on. Kim
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taught her how to stretch and move her sleek body to show off most effectively
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her various 'assets' (as Kim called them). She learned to bump and grind her
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crotch in an obscene circular motion; how to prance with grace on the four inch
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pumps they forced her to wear continually. Jennifer was taught how to swing her
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narrow hips in a sexy manner; how to move in a way that caused her tits to
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bounce up and down on her chest just so.
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In short, she was being trained to act the perfect slut.
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When the 'basics' were over, Kim started in on the actual stripping.
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Against her will - but enthusiastically, under threat of the cattle prod - she
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learned how to remove her various articles of clothing, one by one, in way
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calculated to drive men wild. Again and again, the mortified girl was forced to
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strut her stuff in front of Kim and the sorority girls, and slowly...
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teasingly... strip down to nothing. Once naked, she was instructed in the 'fine
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art' of showing off some of the usually hidden parts of her body: slipping her
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hands under her firm titties and pushing upwards; crouching with legs spread to
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show off her pussy; turning, back to the audience, spreading her legs and
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bending at the waist...
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When Kim was satisfied that she had made a good start on the actual
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stripping, Jennifer was shown some other necessary skills for her new role in
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life: the oriental woman demonstrated how to apply thick layers of what was
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almost stage makeup for use under the bright lights of the catwalk; how to pout
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like a spoiled slut and run her pink tongue over her now bright, red lips. How
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to blow sexy mock kisses to an (for now) imaginary audience. She was shown how
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to tease her own nipples - after, of course, they had been suitably rouged - so
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that they stood proud and firm on her chest.
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Day after day she practised...
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The extreme humiliation of these lessons was not lost on Jennifer. The
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fact that she - a person who had dedicated her life to eradicating such sexist,
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male-gratifying images - was forced to learn how to behave like some adolescent
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fantasy-slut drove her wild with frustration and anger.
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But there was nothing she could do.
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Absolutely nothing.
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She had refused only once to obey a command, early on in the second
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lesson. Smiling a sadistic little smile, Tammy had taken the now crying girl
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into the bedroom and, without saying a word, had used the cattle prod on her.
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At full force.
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As promised.
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When the convulsions at last had died down, Jennifer found herself alone
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in the room, curled half naked into a fetal position on the floor. She knew
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what she had to do. Sobbing with pain and humiliation, she pushed herself to
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her feet, straightened her meagre clothing, and stumbled back into the common
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room to continue the lesson.
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Kim had been waiting for her.
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And the lessons resumed.
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The oriental woman could not, of course, spend all of her time at the
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sorority house training her new employee. She had other duties. She had,
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however, left certain instructions which the girls followed with enthusiasm.
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For example, when she was not actively engaged in a particular lesson, Jennifer
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was to be kept in full 'slut dress' - tight miniskirts; wispy tops; plastic
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pumps; heavy makeup - in order to practice and become accustomed to her new
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role in life. Thus, for the full two weeks of her training, Jennifer was forced
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to prance around in full makeup and wore nothing but short, tight miniskirts,
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revealing tops and high heels. Before long, the sleek, sexy walk of a hot slut
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became second nature to her.
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But Tammy wanted more. Under threat of the cattle prod, their unwilling
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trainee was only allowed to speak either in a breathy whisper - Tammy had
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forced her to practice it for hours on end - which the girls referred to as her
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'sex kitten voice', or in a high, nasal whine (the 'bimbo' voice). In either
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case, she was not allowed to use words of greater than two syllables. At first,
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Jennifer had been unable to maintain the new voices, and the girls were
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'forced' to administer a number of humiliating spankings during which their
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captive was forced to thank them after each swat - in the appropriate voice, of
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course - and apologize for her disobedience. With such encouragement, Jennifer
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was soon able to maintain the voices without conscious thought, but the limit
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of two syllables made it difficult for her to articulate any sort of complex
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thought. Soon, she was speaking only in short, simple sentences.
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Evenings, of course, she was required to service the girls, and she
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quickly became quite proficient at pussy sucking. The thought of being required
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to slurp the other girl's pussies every night soon lost its terror, and more
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than once she became quite angry at herself when she involuntarily felt a flush
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of pleasure when Lisa complimented her. 'First chance,' she told herself, face
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buried deep in the other girl's pussy, 'and I'm out of here.'
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That chance, however, never seemed to come.
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Still, Tammy wanted more.
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After a few nights, Tammy appeared in the bedroom with a large black
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dildo. "You're always going on about how the blacks are treated on campus," the
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blonde coed laughed. "Put your pussy where your mouth is." She threw the
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massive object onto the bed beside the older girl. Jennifer, naked except for
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her shiny black pumps and a black pushup bra, looked warily at the thing as she
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sat on the side of the bed. It must have been at least ten inches long. They
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couldn't...
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Tammy, sensing the older girl's hesitation, walked over and picked up the
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ever present cattle prod. "Do it," she ordered menacingly. Trembling, Jennifer
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reached over the grasped the massive black dildo. "Now," Tammy continued, "lean
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back against the pillow and start fucking yourself with it."
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Jennifer looked up. "T-Tammy..." The other girl sighed and flicked on the
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cattle prod. The low, electric hum immediately filled the room with the promise
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of pain. That was enough for Jennifer. Hastily, she lay back against the
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pillow, spread her legs and began inserting the dildo.
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"What's up?" It was Cindy, followed, as ever, by Becky.
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"The slut here's been complaining that she doesn't get enough cock," Tammy
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smirked. "Isn't that right?"
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Jennifer nodded unevenly from the bed where she was still trying to force
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the dildo inside her stretched pussy. About half of is had now disappeared from
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view.
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"Say it." Tammy waved the cattle prod.
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"I... I w-wanted some c-cock," Jennifer groaned, as another inch was
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sucked inside.
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The twins giggled. "I'll get my camera," Cindy cried, running out of the
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room. Tammy, laughing, walked over to the side of the bed. "C'mon little
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fuckpet," she cooed. "Get it in... that's right." By the time Cindy returned
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with her camera, Jennifer had finally managed to encompass the entire dildo,
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and was just beginning - on Tammy's instructions - to start sliding it in and
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out.
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Becky reached over and began playing with Jennifer's nipples, but Tammy
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caller her away. "Let her do that," she stated. Becky pulled away. "OK Jennie
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Cockslave," the blonde said, "start putting on a show. Rub your little titties
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and play with yourself until you make us believe that you've had an orgasm."
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Jennifer turned beet red with embarrassment, but did as she was told.
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Tammy was holding the cattle prod.
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And so, sleek legs stretched wide and trembling with tension, Jennifer
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began to masturbate in earnest. She closed her eyes and began thinking about...
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about anything other than where she was; about being with a boy. A nice boy. A
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boy who would treat her with respect; who would realize that she too was a real
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person with goals and aspirations of her own; a boy who would make long, tender
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love to her...
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Finally, the fantasy began to have an effect. Her pussy juices started
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flowing, and for the first time since the pool party, she began to feel some
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sexual pleasure. The large black dildo, now glistening, slid in and out... in
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and out, while she teased her own nipples through the sheer bra. Her brightly
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painted lips parted and she let out a small moan of pleasure as the cock drove
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her higher... higher... higher...
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Finally, she came. A wave of pleasure rolled over and through her body,
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washing away the long days and hours of humiliation and suffering. She felt
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warm and...
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Then she opened her eyes.
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Instead of the warm, understanding lover of her dreams, she saw herself,
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stretched half naked on a bed, legs spread wide and a large, black dildo stuck
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halfway up her pussy, while Tammy and the twins - Cindy with the camera -
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looked on and laughed.
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"What's with the slut?" It was Lisa, who had just entered the room. "She
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gettin' off?"
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And, for only the second time since she had been abducted from the pool
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party, Jennifer began to cry in front of her captors...
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Every night after that, Jennifer was required to put on a show for the
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sorority girls. Usually with the black dildo, but sometimes with other objects
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such as bottles or flashlights. Usually up her pussy, but not always. Many
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nights found her lying with her ankles chained up around her ears, running the
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dildo in and out of her tightly stretched asshole.
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She never came again, but soon became adept at faking sexual excitement.
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And the girls didn't care. It was even more degrading when their captive's
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moans and grunts of pleasure were entirely put on...
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Still Tammy wanted more.
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One night, she showed up in the bedroom with a new toy; a long, pink dildo
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strapped to her crotch. First, she had Jennifer give her a blowjob. The older
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girl had balked at first, but she soon found herself on her knees in front of
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the pudgy blonde, running her thick, pouty lips up and down the plastic cock.
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"Tell me how much you love it," Tammy ordered, running the cattle prod lightly
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along Jennifer's naked back.
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"Mmmm..." Jennifer moaned obediently, "I love to suck cock. Give it to
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me. S-slide it into my mouth..." The girls liked this, and forced her to
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continue, switching back and forth from the 'bimbo' voice to the 'sex kitten'
|
|
voice. Cindy took numerous pictures as Jennifer slaved over the plastic cock,
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running her slender fingers up and down its spit glistening surface and sucking
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it deep into her throat.
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After a while, Tammy pushed Jennifer back down onto the bed and climbed on
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top. The other girls laughed and clapped with amusement as the blonde
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ringleader spread Jennifer's legs and began to fuck her with the dildo.
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Jennifer didn't resist - she didn't dare - but that was not enough. Tammy
|
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wanted active participation. A few slaps and pinches later (and, inevitably,
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|
the threat of the cattle prod), Jennifer was moaning and grunting like an
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experienced whore as Tammy rammed the plastic dildo in and out of her pussy.
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Afterwards, the girls all had to give it a try, each one insisting that
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Jennifer react as if overcome by lust. In this manner, Jennifer was trained to
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fake an orgasm; going over it again and again until the girls agreed that she
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had it right. Soon, despite the fact that the sex with the dildo gave her no
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pleasure at all, Jennifer was bucking, moaning and screaming out orgasms like a
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porn star. Like the rest of her slut behaviour, it became second nature to her.
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But Tammy wanted more.
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Anal sex.
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The blonde girl had been forced to use the cattle prod for the third time
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when Jennifer objected to being sodomized with the enormous phallus. As usual,
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it had proved an effective tool: the next night found Jennifer sitting on
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Tammy's lap, riding the greased plastic dildo up and down her anal passage. All
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the time mauling her own breasts, moaning and whining like it was the best
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thing she had ever felt.
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By this time, the girls were regularly filming these little training
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sessions. Jennifer didn't object.
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She didn't dare.
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Finally, a little over two weeks later, Tammy and Kim decided that
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Jennifer was ready for work. As a prelude, Tammy set up a 'coming out' party,
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inviting the boys from Phi Phi Phi to witness the results of their hard work.
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Mark was the first one to arrive. He was greeted at the door by a vastly
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|
changed Jennifer. Not the clothing: she was still wearing the same polyester
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miniskirt, pink top and high heels he had last seen her in at the pool party.
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That was the same. But everything else... it was like night and day. This
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Jennifer - the one who opened the door - gazed up at him with wide, adoring
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eyes. This Jennifer slowly ran her tongue over her thick, pouty lips before
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asking him, in a deep, breathy voice: "Come in. Can Jennie take your coat?"
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(Even now, Jennifer couldn't help but blush in helpless embarrassment at this
|
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final humiliation - Tammy had decreed that she was no longer to refer to
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herself in the first person.) This Jennifer flounced away, jacket in hand, with
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her hips swinging back in forth in an inviting fashion. This was not the
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|
president of the Concerned Students for Political Correctness; this was one hot
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slut!
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By the time the rest of the guys had arrived, Mark was comfortably seated
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|
on a large chair in the common room. The new Jennifer - Jennie she was called
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now, Jennie Fucktoy - had greeted each one of the guests individually - some
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|
with long, deep kisses - and was now busily serving drinks. An oriental woman -
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must be Kim, he realized, remembering his conversations with Tammy, from the
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club - was given a position of honour right at the front of the room. Directly
|
|
in front of the cleared area that would serve as a makeshift stage, she would
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have the best view of the upcoming show.
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Finally, everything was ready. Jennifer was led out of the room by the
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twins and Tammy walked to the front of the impromptu stage and called loudly
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for attention.
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"Ok everyone," she called out. "Listen up." The room quickly fell silent.
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"Tonight," she stated in a mock announcer's voice, "it is my pleasure to
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present BCN's very own Campus Boy-Toy; our very own sex bitch and pussy-sucker:
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Jennie Fucktoy!"
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Lisa hit a switch, and the lights dimmed in the non-stage portion of the
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room while a slow, raunchy blues number cranked up through a pair of old
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speakers behind the stage. After a few moments, Jennifer appeared on stage.
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The new Jennifer.
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Standing in the doorway behind the common room, Jennifer felt like she was
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about to throw up. She had considered trying to slip out the back, but Becky
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and Cindy were keeping a close eye on her. And, of course, the threat of the
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cattle prod was a potent one. She was simply unwilling to risk the cost of an
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unsuccessful attempt to escape.
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"...Jennie Fucktoy!"
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Tammy had finished her spiel. The music had started up.
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Showtime.
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Knowing she had no choice, Jennifer took a deep breath and walked onstage.
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Mark hooted and hollered with the rest of them as Jennifer - no; Jennie
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Fucktoy - appeared onstage. He couldn't believe that this was the same bitch
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who had given them so much grief on campus over the last four years. This girl
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- this slut - walked slowly towards the front of the stage; lips parted in an
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appealing pout; long, sleek legs moving in time with the bass; hips swinging...
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It was amazing. Was this the same anal retentive Jennifer Watson who had
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crashed his party a couple of weeks ago? He felt his cock harden as the
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bitch-slut on stage strutted her stuff back and forth in time with the music...
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Jennifer tried to ignore the cries and catcalls - the mad, leering faces -
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as she went through the routine. She had been through it a hundred times
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before, but never with an audience. She felt her hardened nipples (thirty
|
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seconds of rubbing had done it backstage) push against the front of her thin,
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pink top as she strutted across the stage. Almost too late, she remembered to
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lick her lips and smile at the audience...
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The terrifying image of the cattle prod shot through her mind...
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Unbelievable! This Jennie Fucktoy or whatever they called her was
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unfuckingbleievable. What a babe! She was presently crouched down in the centre
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of the stage, legs spread and pussy clearly visible between her thighs.
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Mark reached down and began to stroke his cock.
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Jennifer kept the technique of the strip tease in the forefront of her
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mind, trying to ignore all else: straighten up, twirl and bend (wiggle your
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ass); unfasten the top while back is to the audience (smile over your
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shoulder); drop top, turn, push breasts up, fondle (lick your lips and smile);
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let tits go, wiggle back and forth to make them shake (moan and smile); reach
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down and insert thumbs in waistband of miniskirt...
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Tammy watched in satisfaction. It was going perfectly. The boys were going
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wild as Jennie Fucktoy, now totally naked except for the pumps, stretched her
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legs and ran her hands up and down the outside of her pussy. Tammy had wanted
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to take it farther, actually make her masturbate herself with the black dildo,
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but Kim had turned down that idea: no penetration.
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At least not in this state.
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Finally, the show was over. The music faded and Jennie was left standing,
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naked and glistening with sweat as the boys laughed and cheered. Tammy glanced
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over at Kim who had quickly stood up. The woman nodded at Tammy and walked past
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the panting Jennie and into the kitchen. Tammy walked on stage, grabbed the
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stunned Jennie by the arm, and dragged her, stumbling in the pumps, back into
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the kitchen.
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Kim had taken out a piece of paper and placed it on the table beside a
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pen. Still naked, Jennifer stared blankly at the paper. What did they want her
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to do?
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Then Tammy began to speak: "It's a contract," she explained. "Between you,
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me and Pussywillows. For your job."
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Confused, Jennifer glanced down at the paper. One particular phrase jumped
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out at her. Three months. THREE MONTHS. She looked over at the girl who held
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her by the arm. "T-Three months?" she asked, still speaking in the low breathy
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voice. "I... Jennie works three months?"
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"Bimbo voice," Tammy ordered.
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Jennifer swallowed and repeated the question, this time in high, ditzy
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voice.
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This time Tammy nodded. "That's right. After that, you'll have paid back
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the money we lost for the pool."
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It wasn't much, but Jennifer grasped firmly at that small bit of hope.
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There was an end in sight.
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A way out.
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Three months...
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Hand shaking, she reached down and picked up the pen. It was difficult to
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handle, as she was still unused to the long, bright red nails that had been
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glued to her own fingernails, but she managed to sign her name in a shaky
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scrawl. Tammy quickly grabbed the pen and signed her own name. Kim, less
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anxiously, added her own name to the document.
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The oriental woman smiled in satisfaction as she pocketed the pen. She
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looked over at Tammy who was openly grinning. "Have her at the club by noon
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tomorrow." That said, she turned and left the room.
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Tammy turned to Jennie. "Well Jennie," she laughed. "You're all set. Just
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one more thing?"
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Jennifer looked puzzled. What more could there possibly be?
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Tammy gestured to the common room where the boys were still clapping and
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cheering. "You've got an adoring audience to satisfy," she explained. Jennifer
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started to protest, but Tammy just grabbed the older girl's face and dragged it
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closer. "And," she continued, "if I hear of one complaint - just one guy who
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thinks that you aren't enjoying the gang banging you're about to get - you'll
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spend the night with the cattle prod turned on to full power and stuffed up
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your cunt. Do you understand?"
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Jennifer nodded. What else could she do?
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Laughing, Tammy jerked her around and shoved the hapless girl back into
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the common room. The cheering rose to new heights...
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END PART III
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If you have any comments about this story, please drop me a line.
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PARKER7.TXT -- 4/4
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POOL PARTY IV
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By Parker
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an210088@anon.penet.fi
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WARNING: This story not only contains rather a good deal of
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non-consensual sexual activity, it actively features it. If
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you don't want to read about such things, stop now.
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This is the forth part of a four part story.
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Copyright 1994 by me (Parker). Feel free to distribute
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(unaltered of course), but be discrete.
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Kim Loo watched in satisfaction as her newest employee looked around,
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slightly confused, at the murky inside of the club. She didn't look happy. And
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why should she? Pussywillows wasn't much to look at during the day: the
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florescent work lights highlighted the same seediness that lent the nightclub a
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sense of attractive danger when the lights were low. And besides, with the
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attractions featured up on the catwalk, who noticed cheap formica tables and
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cracked, fake leather seats?
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Kim loved her job.
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Particularly at moments like these, when some stuckup rich young college
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bitch - the kind of bitch who had treated her and her family like shit all her
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life - began her career as an 'exotic dancer'. Most of them came more or less
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willingly, needing money - often for drugs - or just being attracted to the
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'glamorous' lifestyle. Indeed, there were plenty of girls around willing to
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strip - or whatever - if the price was right. A situation like this, however,
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with a girl like Jennifer, that was the best.
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Kim well remembered the events of the previous summer - the picketing;
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the chanting students; the publicity... The chance to pay back the leader of
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that particular episode was not one to be missed. The possibilities...
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Well.
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Kim Loo straightened up and carefully wiped her face clean of expression.
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It wouldn't do to let the girls see her true emotions; it would weaken her
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control over them if they realized that the 'dragon lady' had feelings and
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emotions just like they did. What would happen would happen.
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"Here she is," Tammy announced.
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The blonde girl was leading her unresisting captive by the arm while her
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three confederates trailed along behind. In her other hand, held flat against
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her leg, was the cattle prod. Needless to say, Jennifer had been well behaved
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on the trip over from Bakersville. The four girls had taken turns getting their
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pussies eaten out in the back of the car.
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"Signed, sealed and delivered." The short blonde girl gave a shove,
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sending Jennifer stumbling forward. She was dressed in her by now usual
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slutware: tight black skirt, thin top, four inch heels and overdone makeup.
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She looked frightened.
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Perfect.
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"Good," Kim Loo said, emotionless as ever. "We will take her from here."
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She gestured to another girl who had just entered the club. "Sue," she ordered.
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"This is the new girl. Jennie. Show her around and get her ready." Sue, a
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statuesque blonde girl, gestured for Jennifer to follow, but before Jennifer
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could obey, Kim grabbed her tightly by her teased-up black hair and jerked her
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face around.
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"What do you say?" the oriental woman asked, voice calm.
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Jennifer trembled for a moment, but then realized what was required of
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her. "T-thank you Ms Loo," she answered, still in the low, sexy voice the girls
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had forced on her. The trainer nodded in satisfaction and released Jennifer's
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hair. Sue, smirking, walked away and Jennifer followed. Kim was pleased to note
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that the girl swung her hips widely back and forth in a sexy manner as she
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walked. These girls had done some good work. Nevertheless...
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"Is there anything more?" she asked, turning back to Tammy.
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"Uhmm..." The blonde girl seemed momentarily at a loss. "The... uh,
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money..."
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"You will pick her up on Sunday morning and return her on Tuesday
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morning," Kim stated evenly. "That was the deal. Her earnings each week will be
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waiting with her on Sunday. In cash."
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Tammy nodded. "Fine," she said, backing away. "But you don't mind if we
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drop by just to... watch." Tammy blushed slightly at this last statement.
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Inwardly, Kim sneered. "You may come whenever you wish," she answered, her
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tone revealing nothing of the contempt she felt for these girls. She would like
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nothing better than to get control of all of them... but, she had to be
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realistic.
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Jennifer was enough.
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For now.
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As it happened, Susan Jacobs actually knew Jennifer. Not well, but they
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had been classmates in their first year at BCN. Beyond that, however, they had
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nothing in common. Jennifer's family was rich, whereas Sue, a tall blonde girl
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with large, bouncing tits, had come from a poor family. In fact, she had at
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first drifted into exotic dancing as a way of earning extra money to help her
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through school. It had been so easy in the beginning: a stag here, an out of
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town convention there... everything had gone well until she had made the
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mistake of working a bachelor party at which a fellow student attended. Word
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quickly got around, and before long her life at the college was made a misery
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of pinches, slaps, feels, sly looks and innuendo. By the end of her first year
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at BCN, she was generally regarded with contempt by the other students, ignored
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and ridiculed by the girls and treated like a whore in open season by the guys.
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She didn't return for a second year.
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The full time stripping just followed naturally afterwards. She wouldn't
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return home to admit defeat. Working in hamburger joints just didn't pay.
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So what else was there?
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Deep down, however, Sue felt a sick sort of contempt for herself and the
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life she had chosen. A contempt she knew would be shared by her friends and
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family back home if they were ever to find out how low she'd sunk. The only
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excuse she had - the only reason she could live with herself and what she had
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become - was her family's poverty. She made the best money she could, and every
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week sent some of it home to her family. And that was why, when faced with what
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she believed to be a rich slut like Jennifer who didn't have to strip for a
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living but instead chose to do it, Sue quickly felt a deep and abiding hatred.
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"This is the change room," she explained roughly. "We do six routines a
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night. All changes will be done here."
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The rich slut nodded.
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Bitch.
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Silently, Sue stalked down the short hallway to the stage entrance. "This
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is the catwalk where you'll do the show." She shoved open the door and walked
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onstage. Jennifer followed. The catwalk was a long, thin stage with a row of
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footlights around its perimeter. A shiny metal pole ran from the floor in the
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centre of the stage to a slot in the ceiling.
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Sue gestured to the rest of the club. "Between routines," she said,
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"you'll be expected to 'mingle' with the customers."
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Jennifer looked puzzled. "Mingle?" she asked, in her low sexy voice.
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Sue sneered. As if the slut didn't know. "Yeah," she grunted in response.
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"Mingle. You know: be friendly."
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Jennifer started to say something else, but before she could figure out
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how to articulate it in words of less than two syllables, the other girl had
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started to walk away. Jennifer tried to frown, but it came out more of a pout
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as a result of the way her face was made up. Sighing prettily, she flounced
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after her guide, just as she had been trained to do. The tall blonde led her
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through a opening at the back of the club and into a short hallway with a
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series of doors. She walked to the last one on the left and opened it.
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"This is where you'll be sleeping during the week," she announced. "When
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you're not..."
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Jennifer, looking around at the small, dingy room (really nothing more
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than a large closet with a bed), stopped listening as the other girl droned on.
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She felt like she was about to cry. The clothes... the club... she had to get
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out of here!
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"...tonight at nine."
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Sue stopped speaking and looked over at the new girl. "Do you understand?"
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Jennifer, interrupted from her thoughts of escape, quickly nodded. One
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lesson she had learned well over the last few weeks was that she must always to
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agree with whatever anybody said about anything.
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Just smile prettily and nod.
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Sue wasn't impressed. She just grunted and left the room. Alone for the
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|
first time in hours, Jennifer sank down onto the bed to relieve the pressure on
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her feet. She had become somewhat proficient in getting around on the high
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heels, but her feet always ached.
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'I've got to get out of here,' she told herself.
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*****
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If there was one thing Butch Haskall knew well (by no means a certainty),
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it was strip joints. And strippers. Or, as he and his friends at the meat
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packing plant called them, peelers. And this new girl - Jennie Fucktoy she
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|
called herself - was one the best. He had sat spellbound through her first two
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shows, bleary eyes wide and staring under a lank of thin, greasy hair, watching
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appreciatively as she strutted her stuff in front of his appreciative eyes.
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Talk about new talent!
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This babe was loaded with it.
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He had been disappointed when she hadn't appeared out in the club after
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the first show, but he hadn't given up hope. The other girls came out, so he
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figured she would too. Sure enough, his vigilance paid off soon after her
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second routine. There she was, face and upper chest still covered with a faint
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sheen of perspiration as she walked slowly out of the dressing room door.
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Butch was there before she had taken two steps.
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She had been surprised.
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It hadn't been nearly as bad as she had expected. Humiliating, yes, but
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not as much as the strip tease she had been forced to perform at the sorority
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|
house. Here, no one knew her. She was anonymous. And the overdone slut makeup,
|
|
so humiliating and degrading, had acted as a kind of mask. Those laughing,
|
|
jeering men in the audience... they never really saw her. She was just a thing,
|
|
a piece of meat, fuel to light the guttering torch of their fantasies. On
|
|
stage, with the footlights creating a mere lurching silhouette of the beer
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|
swilling crowd, she could imagine herself above it all.
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Pure.
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Distant.
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Untouchable.
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"I'm Butch," came a gravely voice from directly in front of her. Startled
|
|
from her thoughts, Jennifer looked up to see a fat, thick-lipped man in a dirty
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jean jacket and baseball cap.
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"Uhh..."
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Mingle?
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"I sure like your show," he drawled, face creased by a wide, gap-toothed
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|
grin. "Your tits are real nice."
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"Uhmm... thanks." Jennifer fought to maintain a friendly smile on her
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face. Kim had made it clear what would happen if there were any complaints
|
|
about her.
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If possible, the man's grin grew even wider.
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"Buy you a drink?" he asked.
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"Uhmm... thanks."
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|
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Butch felt a wave of sheer lust surge through his body at the sound of her
|
|
voice. So deep and... and sexy. By god, she sounded like she needed a good
|
|
fucking right here and now. Still, first things first.
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|
"Buy you a drink?" he asked.
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"I'd love that," she answered.
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|
|
|
Slowly, Jennifer was gaining confidence. She seemed to be in control. This
|
|
asshole was so much in lust with her he'd probably do almost anything just to
|
|
get her to sit with him.
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|
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|
What a jerk. Maybe this wasn't going to be as difficult as she'd thought.
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|
|
|
Kim wandered back into the club. She'd stayed to catch Jennifer's first
|
|
show - not bad for a beginner, but there had been a few things that could be
|
|
improved upon - and had then left for dinner. She looked around the club, and
|
|
her gaze immediately fell upon the table where Jennifer sat with some fat geek
|
|
in a baseball cap.
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|
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|
Oh yes!
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|
|
|
Try as she might, Kim was unable to keep the smile from her lips as she
|
|
approached the table. Time to tell the girl about the other part of her job.
|
|
|
|
Jennifer started slightly as Kim appeared beside the table.
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|
|
|
"Good evening," the oriental greeted Butch, "I'm the manager of this club.
|
|
Are you having a good time?"
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|
|
|
Butch nodded his head rapidly up and down. Was he ever!
|
|
|
|
Kim gestured at Jennifer. "Do you like her?"
|
|
|
|
"Yes ma'am," came the answer. "I surely do."
|
|
|
|
"Well... she's quite the little slut," Kim said, in a normal tone of
|
|
voice. "Aren't you dear?"
|
|
|
|
Jennifer swallowed and fought down a cold wave of fear. "Yes Ms Loo," she
|
|
answered, "I am a... a slut." Kim just stared in silence. Jennifer almost
|
|
bolted in panic. What had she... Oh. "Jennie," she corrected herself, overdoing
|
|
the sexy voice to make up for her lapse, "is a slut. A hot little s-slut." Sick
|
|
to her stomach, she looked over at Butch who was staring at her with his mouth
|
|
wide open.
|
|
|
|
"And how would Jennie like to fuck the nice man here?" Kim asked. Jennifer
|
|
felt her heart start pounding like it was going to burst out of her chest.
|
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|
|
A whore.
|
|
|
|
She was being turned into a whore!
|
|
|
|
She felt an intense wave of hatred at the thought of what those girls had
|
|
done to her. When she got out of here...
|
|
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|
No.
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|
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|
"Oh yes," she answered, giggling slightly. "I'd like that a lot."
|
|
|
|
Kim turned to Butch. "Normally," she said, "I charge a hundred for her.
|
|
But just for tonight, you can have her for twenty. Is that satisfactory?"
|
|
|
|
Once again, Butch's head almost popped off from nodding so hard. The fat
|
|
man reached into the pocket of his greasy jean jacket and pulled out a crumpled
|
|
twenty dollar bill. Kim took his money and then herded the two of them to
|
|
Jennie's workroom, with its dingy little bed.
|
|
|
|
"Be quick now," she called after them as she closed the door, "she had to
|
|
be back onstage in fifteen minutes."
|
|
|
|
From the catwalk where she pushed her greased and shining tits together
|
|
for the pleasure of the cheering onlookers, Sue Jacobs saw Jennifer disappear
|
|
through the door with Butch.
|
|
|
|
'Slut,' she thought, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy up and down
|
|
against the metal pole. Most girls didn't start turning tricks for at least a
|
|
couple of months.
|
|
|
|
In the little bedroom, Jennifer's training once again came in handy as
|
|
Butch trailed a thin line of drool down onto her chest while he pumped his
|
|
thick, greasy cock in and out of her pussy. She'd managed to spend a few second
|
|
rubbing her clit - while Butch watched, eyes wide - before the actual sex, so
|
|
it wasn't as painful as it might have been. Still, the bucking and grinding...
|
|
the moans of lust... the panting... the lips- slightly-parted-tongue-poking-out
|
|
look of lust as he mauled her tits and rammed his cock in and out of her...
|
|
|
|
It was all training.
|
|
|
|
Kim had been certain that he wouldn't last long, and she was not proved
|
|
wrong. Within ten minutes, Butch stumbled out of the little room and staggered
|
|
off towards the bar, no doubt to do a little bragging. Well... let him. It
|
|
wasn't every day a greaseball like him got to fuck a high class whore like
|
|
Jennifer.
|
|
|
|
Kim entered the little room to find Jennifer sobbing on the bed.
|
|
Mercilessly, she reached down and slapped the girl sternly across the face.
|
|
"You're on stage in five minutes," she stated angrily. "Get ready."
|
|
|
|
Flushing red, Jennifer stumbled to her feet and scampered out of the room.
|
|
|
|
Onstage a few minutes later, Jennifer no longer felt quite so distant.
|
|
Quite so untouchable. She now knew that the men out there were not just
|
|
passive observers; they had the right to buy her and use her as they wished.
|
|
She was up there on stage not for entertainment, but as an advertisement.
|
|
|
|
She was a whore!
|
|
|
|
And, if she there had ever been the possibility of her somehow forgetting
|
|
that fact, the loud cheer that went up when - after she had removed her shiny
|
|
g-string and was crouched with her legs spread wide - a thin, cold trickle of
|
|
sperm dribbled out of her pussy and trickled down her leg taught her otherwise.
|
|
|
|
She fought to hold back the tears.
|
|
|
|
Standing beside the bar, Kim smiled at the watcher's reaction as the
|
|
glistening trail of sperm trickled out of Jennifer's spread pussy. Between that
|
|
and Butch's talking at the bar, she had no doubt that Jennifer would turn out
|
|
to be a very busy, and profitable girl.
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|
|
|
And on her first night, too.
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|
|
|
*****
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|
The interior of the club seemed dark and menacing in the soft red glow of
|
|
the exit light. Jennifer didn't mind, though. Tonight, the darkness was her
|
|
friend. After three nights in this hellhole - three nights of being forced to
|
|
parade herself onstage like some kind of cheap slut, and then endure in
|
|
apparent enthusiasm the endless stream of cocks - Jennifer was finally
|
|
escaping. During the course of the evening, she had managed to leave a
|
|
half-chewed piece of gum (Kim now had her chewing gum constantly; she said it
|
|
enhanced the 'slut' image as well as strengthened her jaw muscles and helped
|
|
cover the 'sperm breath' from swallowing so much cum) into the doorlatch,
|
|
preventing it from closing properly. Once out, she could go to the police
|
|
and...
|
|
|
|
"Going somewhere?"
|
|
|
|
Jennifer started. Who was it?
|
|
|
|
A figure moved slowly out of the shadows.
|
|
|
|
"Sue?" Jennifer no longer realized that she was talking in the low, sexy
|
|
voice. It had become a habit. "What..."
|
|
|
|
Sue smiled nastily. "I saw the little manoeuvre with the gum," she said
|
|
quietly. "Figured you'd be trying to get out."
|
|
|
|
Jennifer trembled. She knew the blonde girl hated her, although she didn't
|
|
know why. If Sue gave the alarm...
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|
|
|
"Now," the tall stripper continued, "I've no problem with you leaving. In
|
|
fact, I'd prefer it. But I'd like a little favour first."
|
|
|
|
"F-favour?"
|
|
|
|
"Yeah." Sue stepped a little closer. "All my life I've been treated like
|
|
shit by rich bitches like you. Now the shoe's on the other foot. You do what I
|
|
say, or I'll make sure you never get out."
|
|
|
|
Jennifer trembled. "What do you want?"
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|
|
|
"Your lovely little slut's mouth and tongue," came the answer. "In my
|
|
pussy for starters... and then in my ass." "S-sue..." Jennifer started to
|
|
whine, but the other girl was firm.
|
|
|
|
"That's right," Sue repeated. "The only way you get out of here tonight is
|
|
to eat me out, front and back."
|
|
|
|
She had no choice.
|
|
|
|
Shaking with fear, Jennifer fell to her knees in from of the tall blonde.
|
|
Sue was naked underneath her thin, cotton dressing gown, so it was a simple
|
|
matter to part the cloth and nuzzle her mouth into the girl's already wet
|
|
pussy. Within moments, Jennifer's by now experienced tongue was hard at work,
|
|
licking and slurping busily. After her two weeks of daily pussy lapping at the
|
|
sorority, the smell and taste no longer bothered Jennifer. She didn't like it -
|
|
in fact, she hated it - but it was by no means as repulsive as is had been the
|
|
first time.
|
|
|
|
Sue moaned as Jennifer's experienced tongue did its work. Involuntarily,
|
|
the blonde girl grasped the back of the kneeling girl's head, and jerked her
|
|
face harder and harder into her sopping pussy. Jennifer gasped for breath, but
|
|
continued licking. The sooner Sue came, the sooner she could go.
|
|
|
|
"Tell me how much you like it," Sue moaned.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmm..." By now, Jennifer was able to moan and recite her lust without
|
|
missing a lap of the tongue. "I love your pussy... I love to suck..."
|
|
|
|
"Bimbo voice," Sue ordered.
|
|
|
|
Obediently, Jennifer giggled, tongue still buried deep in the other girl's
|
|
pussy. "Tastes good," she said in her high pitched bimbo voice. "Nice pussy..."
|
|
|
|
Sue came... and came... and came...
|
|
|
|
Finally, just when it seemed like the orgasm would never end, Sue
|
|
shuddered one last time and opened her eyes. "Geez Jennie," she whispered, "you
|
|
know your way around a girl's pussy."
|
|
|
|
Jennifer blushed with shame, but it wasn't visible in the darkness. She
|
|
started to climb to her feet, but Sue grabbed her shoulder and held her down.
|
|
"Don't forget the second part," she warned.
|
|
|
|
Jennifer sank back to her knees, head hanging with humiliation. Things
|
|
kept getting worse. Still, it would be worth it if she could just get out of
|
|
here. Sue would end up in jail with the rest of them.
|
|
|
|
Oblivious to her impending incarceration, Sue turned and shoved her bare
|
|
ass into Jennifer's face. The kneeling girl tried to pull away, but Sue reached
|
|
back and grabbed two handfuls of black hair. "Get sucking ass licker," she
|
|
ordered, pulling tightly on the other girl's hair. Jennifer moaned with pain,
|
|
but stuck her face inside Sue's ass crack and, gagging slightly, began to lick.
|
|
The smell was horrendous, but she resolutely forced her small, pink tongue into
|
|
the girl's anus and began sucking. Almost immediately, she felt a warm, soft
|
|
object slide out towards her face.
|
|
|
|
"Mmmmm...." She tried to pull away, to cry out, to do anything, but it was
|
|
no use. The blonde girl had her firmly by the hair. "That's right you little
|
|
Fucktoy," Sue muttered, squeezing her ass muscles. "Eat a little shit."
|
|
|
|
Jennifer had no choice. The soft, squishy turd was forced up against her
|
|
face, lips and finally between her half-clenched teeth. She gagged with
|
|
revulsion at the taste, but couldn't stop it. It was either swallow or choke.
|
|
Another turd came out... and then another as she thrashed away, trying
|
|
frantically to remove her face from the other girl's ass. Sue just laughed,
|
|
holding the smaller girl's face in position until she had finished shitting.
|
|
|
|
Finally, it was over.
|
|
|
|
Sue released her hair, and she fell back onto the floor, face and mouth
|
|
covered with shit. Coughing and gasping, she crawled to her knees as Sue walked
|
|
slowly away, quickly disappearing into the shadows. She wiped desperately away
|
|
at the filth with the back of her hand, but seemed to succeed only in spreading
|
|
it about her face.
|
|
|
|
"Jennie..."
|
|
|
|
Jennifer stopped wiping. It was Sue's voice coming from somewhere in the
|
|
darkness. "You did your part, but you know how I told you how I would let you
|
|
go?"
|
|
|
|
Jennifer knelt in place, frozen in silent.
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|
|
|
The lights clicked on.
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|
|
|
"I lied."
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|
|
|
Standing around her, in what had been impenetrable darkness, stood Kim...
|
|
Lisa... Becky... Cindy... and Tammy.
|
|
|
|
With the cattle prod. Face and hands covered with Sue's shit, Jennifer
|
|
fell back onto the floor and began to cry.
|
|
|
|
"Well," Tammy cooed, walking forward. "It looks like little Jennie
|
|
shit-face has a lesson to learn."
|
|
|
|
The crying girl closed her eyes as the buzzing cattle prod - surely set to
|
|
full power - slowly descended towards her...
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|
|
|
*****
|
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|
|
The next three months went by in a blur of dancing and fucking; dancing
|
|
and sucking; dancing... Kim had finally settled on the bimbo voice for the
|
|
daytime and the slut voice for night, and Jennie had all but forgotten what her
|
|
normal voice sounded like. Each weekend, the girls from the sorority showed up
|
|
to collect their pussy slave take the small envelope containing her weekly
|
|
earnings. Each weekend would be spent servicing her four mistresses in every
|
|
way they wished. Sometimes, Mark and a few of the guys would come over, and
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Jennifer would serve them too, showing off her newly developed fucking skills.
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Jennifer never stopped hating it - hating it with a passion - but by the end of
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the first month, she was almost looking forward to the weekend stays at the
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sorority house. As well as the her duties and a stripper and whore, Sue had
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decided that she liked the idea of having her own little toilet slave. Jennifer
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had quickly become intimately familiar with the inside of the other girl's
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asshole, all thoughts of rebellion having been crushed by the final application
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of the cattle prod.
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After a while, Sue began feeling generous and started sharing Jennifer
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out among the other girls at the club. Most mornings were spent servicing the
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other strippers, either their pussies or - for a few of them - their asses.
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Jennifer complained to Kim, but the oriental woman just laughed. "Saves
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money on toilet paper," she said.
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And that was that.
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By the end of the three months - Jennifer had kept track by making small
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cuts in the side of the cheap wooden dresser - Jennifer was so swollen with
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hatred and frustration that she felt she would burst. The only thing that kept
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her going was the thought of what she would do when the three month contract
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was up.
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Finally, that day arrived.
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Right on schedule, Tammy showed up as Jennifer waited expectantly in the
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daytime-empty club. At Kim's insistence, she had even done herself up special -
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for the last time, she vowed. Dressed in the same tight polyester miniskirt and
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revealing pink top in which she had begun her new career, she waited
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impatiently to leave, her thick, red lips falling into their now habitual pout
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as she chewed a thick wad of gum.
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Tammy smiled when she saw Jennifer, but didn't say anything. Jennifer
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pouted back at her. 'Just wait,' she told herself.
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The pudgy blonde girl walked over to the table where Kim was sitting. She
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pulled a piece of paper - the contract - from her purse and placed it down on
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the surface in front of the oriental woman. Kim didn't say anything; she just
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took out a pen and signed.
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Jennifer looked on, puzzled. What were they doing?
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Tammy took the pen and then likewise signed.
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Kim briefly read the paper and then nodded. "This is in order. We've
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bought out the option." With these words she handed a thick envelope to Tammy.
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Tammy grinned down at her. "Should you tell her?" she asked, "Or should I?"
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Kim shrugged. "You tell her."
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Jennifer had had enough. "Tell me what?" she burbled in an airheaded
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manner. "What's going on? Jennie's finished here."
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Sue, who had just entered the room, laughed.
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"No," Tammy grinned at her. "You're not. Kim here just bought out the
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option on the contract."
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"Option?" The room seemed to spin and Jennifer thought she was going to
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faint. Sue walked closer and grabber her by the elbow.
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"Yes," Tammy explained gleefully, "The three months was a trial period. To
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see how they liked you." She glanced down at Kim. "Evidently they like you a
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lot. They've signed you for the full seven years."
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Seven years. Jennifer tried to move away, but Sue's grip was iron.
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"But you won't be bored," Tammy continued. "Pussywillows is a chain.
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They've got clubs all across the country. You'll get to do all sorts of
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travelling." Still smiling, the pudgy blonde girl walked slowly forward until
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she was standing right in front of the horrified Jennifer. "For the next seven
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years," she said, articulating slowly and carefully, "you'll be stripping and
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fucking your way from one side of America to another."
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Her words finally began to sink in.
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"Noooo..."
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"Quite an opportunity, I'd say," Tammy joked.
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"Tammy," Jennifer cried, "you can't..."
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"Slut voice!" Tammy was suddenly stern. Immediately, Jennifer's voice
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deepened to a sexy purr.
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"Please," she breathed hoarsely, "don't leave Jennie..."
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"Bimbo voice," Tammy said.
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"Oh... don't leave me," Jennifer begged, voice high.
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Tammy, however, ignored her pleadings. She turned and began walking away.
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"Nooo... you can't... Please..."
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"Oh." Tammy stopped and turned. "This comes with the deal," she said,
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tossing a slender, metallic object to Kim. The oriental woman caught it without
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standing.
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It was the cattle prod.
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Jennifer began to cry and scream - strangely appealing in her new voice -
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but Kim just gestured to Sue to take the crying girl backstage. Tammy's last
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view of Jennifer was of her well rounded ass, tightly packed into the polyester
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miniskirt, swinging back and forth as the tall blonde stripper led her, still
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crying, into a back room.
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Outside, Tammy opened the door and sat down beside Lisa who occupied the
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driver's seat. The twins were in the back. "Well girls," she laughed, riffling
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the money from the envelope, "Time for another pool party."
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THE END
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That's all folks. If you have any comments, suggestions,
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