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