A victimless crime

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A victimless crime, just a little recreational high to ease the stress of college, to relax from those all night study sessions, from work and paying your way through college on a partial scholarship. That’s what Mike Henley believed, but soon it went from a little weed to the trills of coke that he tried at a frat party. It wasn’t long before the recreational high was costing him more than he could afford. His friends got tired of his bumming a hit from their stash. Soon his credit was over extended and the suppliers at “State” had him “Black listed as a dead beat and a welsher.

Mike tried to kick the habit but couldn’t and soon he was venturing out to the seedier side of the small college town to make a score. That’s when he met Bill Connelly. Bill ran the rackets in the small College town could put a fix in on any game, shave points, and when he heard Mike Henley the star guard for the basketball team had a habit he was more then willing to advance him a little credit. So mike was ok till a random drug test that read positive for coke and he soon was off the team.

It had been three weeks now and he kept avoiding Connelly. Bill Connelly could not afford a welsher that was not producing so he sent couple of his boys around to get Mike for a little talk.

Bill I don’t have the cash.............. but I’ll get it............I just need a little time is all.”

“Pay up kid there are no free rides.”

Man I’m broke I can’t……………..

That’s when bills goons worked over the kid pretty good. They tossed his wallet to Connelly.

“A hundred lousy bucks that won’t even cover the interest on what you owe me kid.”

Connelly was about to through the wallet back when he came upon her picture, a cute little red head in a school uniform.

“Who’s the babe Mickey?”

“My sister”

“Well give her a call I think she could make a big difference she cute and I can have her work off your debt and give you a fix or two on the side.”


Bastard, go to hell!”

“ Your call kid……..Tony break a couple of his fingers.”

Mike Henley was a coward and just the pain turned his stomach there was a sicken crunch and the kid screamed like a girl. It wasn’t long before he decided that he would call.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as he dialed the number of her school.

“Hi Sis I am in real trouble and I need your help bring all the cash you can spare and meet me at 117 mill road pleas hurry kid.”

Connelly slammed down the receiver and went out into the bar the seedy little sports bar which he ran as a private club..


“ Pete when this little gal gets here sends her down to the play room”

You Got it boss

A broad grin spread across the bouncer face as he knew what was in store for the girl once she arrived.
 
I picked up the phone on the second ring and said "Hello, Henley's can I help you?"

“Hi Sis I am in real trouble and I need your help bring all the cash you can spare and meet me at 117 mill road please hurry kid.”

"All the cash!" I squecked as I heard the phone line go *click* Damn that Mike.... I was pretty ticked off but still raided my money stashes. I shoved the three hundred and forty-four dollars into my purse and went downstairs and called a friend. "Hey Nikki can you give me a lift to the bus station?"

Twenty minutes later I was at the bus station and getting on the transit to where Mike asked me to meet him. I was a little scared as I walked into the bar. I walked over to the bar and looked at the bartender. "Excuse me, have you seen Mike Henley?"

He nodded to the bouncer and then I was told that Mike was downstairs.

"Thanks," I replied as I got up and headed for the stairs that he pointed out.
 
Mike Henley and I had quite a little conversation as we waited for his sister to arrive. Mike though he would never admit it was a typical junkie ready to sell out anyone for this next fix. He nursed his broken finger and sat their quietly for 45 minutes.

“Mr. Connelly you said my sister was quite a babe.”

“Yea kid so what?”

Well what if I sold her to you for say a couple of fixes a week, she won’t be missed our parents are away for six months do charity work in some African country ah she is always threatening to join them.

Ummm she was a looker all peaches and cream and I knew guys that would pay plenty for a crack at her. Of course I would have to break her in train her.

“Kid you got a deal but if you try and fuck with me it won’t be broken fingers kid.”

In Mike’s own perverted mine his sis was getting what she deserved always holier than thou he smiled as he thought of her as a two bit whore.


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Every eye in the place turned as the door open and the cute little red head walked in, her jeans hugged her supple body, the little pink “T” shirt only accentuated her firm breast and her nipples puckered the picture of Vince Gill leaving do doubt that she wasn’t wearing a bar. Her auburn tresses cascaded over her shoulders hung to mid back and her dark forest green eyes where graced with long silken lashes.

"Excuse me, have you seen Mike Henley?"

The bartender looked her over from head to toe, the kid couldn’t be much older than 18 or so.

“Yea” and he nodded to the bouncer Pete opened a door that led downstairs.

Your expected Missy”

His eyes where stripping the young teen and he did nothing to hide it.

The heavy door at the bottom of the stairs was locked a buzzer by the side.

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I heard the buzzer and I checked the monitor and the cutest little thing I had seen in years stood there. And so Miss Henley step through that door and her young life would change forever.

Mike ran up to his sister hugged her.


Did you bring the cash?”

He eagerly took the money from her hand then suddenly slapped a hand cuff on her wrist and secured her arms behind her back.

Mike pocketed the money and smiled.

She’s all yours Mr. Connelly bought and paid for.

He left without a word leaving her to her fate.
 
When I walked into the room and glanced around I noticed that it was dimly lit and there was a smokey haze at the ceiling. Ugh the foul odor of cigerettes was in here too, I waved my hand in front of my face in attempts to clear the air.


"Did you bring the cash?”

Figures that all he wanted was money. I sighed as I pulled out the small wad and asked quietly. "When am I going to get this back, Mike?"

His response was to cinch my wrist into a pair of cuffs while he shoved the cash in a pocket with his other hand. Before I knew it I was caught up in these handcuffs.... "What are you doing?" I was astonished by his actions and became scared for the quickest second as I felt very trapped and closeted. "MIKE! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" I shrieked as his smile gave me an eerie dread and made my knees tremble.

"She’s all yours Mr. Connelly bought and paid for."

I was crying as the words sat in the air and echoing in my ears. "MIKE, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?!?" I was screaming at him and then without a second thought he left.

I glanced over at the other man in the room and felt the beads of sweat surface on my face and the goosebumps showing over my arms and neck. I was terrified at being unable to defend myself and had tried to think of a way to get out of my predicament. I was blank... as I went pale as I saw the man look over me like I was a toy or something.... Finally I gathered enough nerve and asked.. "what are you... going to .. do ..to me"
 
I watched the tender scene between brother and sister play out content for the moment to see her squirm as the reality of her situation dawned on her.

"Did you bring the cash?”

"When am I going to get this back, Mike?"……….. "What are you doing?"……….."MIKE! THIS ISN'T FUNNY!"

"She’s all yours Mr. Connelly bought and paid for."

"MIKE, WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?!?"


She was screaming at him when without a second thought of what her fate was to be and he left.

I sat there in my chair watching as I saw the fear building in her dark green eyes as she turned to look at me for the first time sense her arrival and I know the sight that met her big doe eyes was not a comforting one. Leather boots, tight leather pants and jacket, a strong hulking build of raw power, a bald head, and cold blue gray eyes. Beads of sweat shimmered on her face, goosebumps showing over her arms and neck. Her eyes terrified at being unable to defend herself searching for some means of escape. She I went pale as looked her over from head to toe.

"what are you... going to .. do ..to me"

Terror filled her soft voice and eyes.

Casually I stood up and walked to just outside of arms reach of her.

“Well Ivory I am going to make you my little whore, teach you how to use your body to please men.”

I paused as my words hit her as hard as any fist could.

“Now sweet cheeks we can do this the hard way or the easy way makes me no difference at all”

A smile creased my face.

‘In Fact I would prefer doing it the hard way Missy……………..Oh by the way Ivory are you still a virgin?”…………….Don’t lie girl for I’ll now the truth soon enough.”
 
“Well Ivory I am going to make you my little whore, teach you how to use your body to please men.”

I blanched as his words fell over my heart like a ton of bricks and my tears came quickly as I felt like I was dropping into a bottomless pit. "no..." I whispered in disbelief.

“Now sweet cheeks we can do this the hard way or the easy way makes me no difference at all......... In Fact I would prefer doing it the hard way Missy……………..Oh by the way Ivory are you still a virgin?”…………….Don’t lie girl for I’ll now the truth soon enough.”

I gulped harder as I started to sniffle while I was crying. I felt like my nose was drooling as I was left to defend myself from whatever that man planned on doing to me. I didn't what to be a whore and I really didn't want to be raped either. Yet there would be no way of hiding the facts that I was indeed a virgin. "Please... I'm begging you.. please don't hurt me." I pleaded between sobs as my fears were rising after each stare that he made over my body.

As he came closer I was trembling and the sweat seemed to drizzle everywhere... I was near ready to faint when his hand touched my soft curls that hid my pixish ears. I knew that my knees were knocking together as I strained to stand still.

"Well are you a virgin, Ivory?"

I wept bitterly and nodded as I felt a surge of exhaustion move over my body but timidly asked again, "what are you going to do to me"
 
She hung there this frightened teen the weight of her trim little body pulling on her arms, as her toes held a precarious perches on the ground. Any movement to avoid me would cause her unbelievable pain. I feel the silken texture of her hair note she wore little or no makeup a touch of lip gloss and an innocent sent of “Baby Soft”. The tears welled in her soft frightened eyes; their tracks stained the flawless skin of her cheeks.

"Well are you a virgin, Ivory?"

Ivory shed bitter tears as she nodded yes.

"What are you going to do to me" her voice was a timid whisper as if she where afraid of the answer she would receive. I lifted her chin with a single finger and my hard cold blue-gray eyes held those of this frightened little doe.

“Well Ivory like I said, I am going to make you my little whore, teach you how to use your body to please men.”

A smile creased my face as my hand slid from her silken curl to caress her tear stained cheek, it follows the subtitle curve of her torso, to her waist, and my fingers nimbly open the fly of her jeans, one, two, three buttons quickly surrender to me. I slowly run my hands up under her t-shirt, to cup her firm naked breasts. Thumb and fore fingers roll her virgin nipples coaxing them to hard puckered little buds.

“Ivory……….what a naughty girl you are no bar?”………………… I really enjoy this, you’re a gift from your brother, a present you might say, and know I get the fun of unwrapping that present dear.”

I let my hands slid from Ivory’s breasts then take a step or two back and reach foe the switch blade in my back pocket. The blade glints in the harsh white light that bathes the frightened teen.
 
A smile crossed over his face as his hand slid from my curls to caress my tear stained cheek. Moving over the curve of my torso, to the waist, and his fingers nimbly open the fly of my jeans, one, two, three buttons quickly surrender to him. He ran his hands up under my t-shirt, to cup my firm naked breasts. His thumb and fore fingers rolled over my virgin nipples coaxing them to hard puckered little buds.

“Ivory……….what a naughty girl you are no bar?”………………… I really enjoy this, you’re a gift from your brother, a present you might say, and know I get the fun of unwrapping that present dear.”

He pulled a knife out and made a motion that made me squirm in fear. I had always been afraid of being cut since I sliced my finger with a paring knife. He delighted in playing on my fear and my eyes went wide open as it flashed in the dim light.

"Please..... god please... don't" I was panicing and the sweat was getting heavier. I felt like I was in a sauna and boiling to death. Soon I felt the discomfort of the hanging from the cross. My muscles were aching and I felt that I was going to get sliced open by this deranged beast. My face was ashen white and I felt that I was almost ready to piss my pants as my fears seemed to coat my skin with larger beads of sweat.

I could almost feel the icy touch of the blade before it touched my skin and I felt my chest heave harder as I gasped from his hands that seemed to run invisibly over my flesh. My nerves were jangled and clouding my judgement and certainly adding to the events that were yet to come. I had no idea of how he would proceed in his quest for conquest of my mind, body, and soul.

"I'm begging you.. please.. please don't hurt me..." I sobbed helplessly as I felt his presense encompassing me. Closing my eyes tightly and trying to escape the reality of what was soon to come. My skin trembled as I angonized waiting for the cold steel to slice into me. "please don't hurt me..." my voice becoming baby soft and trembly.
 
Fear lit Ivory’s eyes, they are wide open now as if mesmerized by the flash of the deadly blade in the dim light. That fear made the young teen squirm in the most sensual way.

"Please..... god please... don't"

panic griped her, sweat bathed her causing her thin T-shirt and jeans to cling to her like a second skin. Ivory’s face was ashen white, she violently fought her bonds till her muscles stood out with the strain of her effort ye she hung there on her cross trapped imprisoned awaiting my next move.

The blade slips under her sweet little girl T-shirt the flat of the blade tease her nipple with the cold kiss of steel. The little beauty’s chest heaves harder as she gasped.

I'm begging you.. please.. please don't hurt me..."


Ivory’s cheeks stained with the tracks of her tears. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to escape the reality of what was happening to her. She trembled, agonized waiting for the cold steel to slice into her.

"please don't hurt me..."

Ivory’s voice a baby soft whisper, her body now trembling uncontrollable.

I slip my hands out from under her T-shirt press my body hard to the frightened girls, my tongue snakes out to lick the salty teas from her cheek in a most lewd manner. My lips now just a breath away from her ear..

“Well “Baby Doll” if you do a very nice striptease for me I may not cut you just yet.”

I would not cut her and ruin her beauty but this naive little beauty did not know that and fear was such a powerful weapon in initially bending her will to mine.

I locked a studded collar around Ivory’s slender neck. There was no chain attached to it just a collar as far as she knew. I take a seat across from her press a button and her bonds spring open as she crumples to the color.

‘Ok Baby Doll strip……and make it sexy honey”

The light glinted off the knife still in my hands.
 
“Well “Baby Doll” if you do a very nice striptease for me I may not cut you just yet.”

His words made my heart ache to match the aching sensation that I felt in my arms. "striptease.." I squecked as I knew nothing about doing anything like that. Then I felt him lock a collar around my slender neck. "but I don't know how to.." I was sobbing again.

‘Ok Baby Doll strip……and make it sexy honey”

I was shaking harder as I felt my arms getting looser. I felt my knees shaking to hold my body up. I wasn't sure why I had been thrust into this position except that Mike had a lot to do with it.

"I don't know how to.." I sobbed again. Then a thought occured to me.. stripping was really no different from getting undressed. I slowly wriggled out of my t-shirt and hoped that I was doing something right as the blade glinted in the dim light with razor sharpness.
 
Ivory was shaking her knees shaking nearly buckling under her at her sudden release in and effort to hold up her supple young body.

"I don't know how to.."

She sobbed again. Then slowly wriggled out of her t-shirt, her eyes sought mine out searching them, asking them for my approval. And with that simple act of submission Ivory took her first step down the road that would in the end make her my littlie whore, but not only that my willing, very willing little whore. Yet that was a ways off yet she had only taken her first step and there where many more to take.

“Nice tits Ivory your right you don’t need to wear a bra, they are the best tits I think I have ever scene.”

Just a little praise.

“Baby Doll” striping is more than just shagging out of your clothes, it making those who watch you, want you can’t wait t get their hands on you to touch you to feel you.”


I paused and smiled at the stunned look in her wide innocent eyes.

“Honey touch your self excite your self as you strip show me how to touch you……Got it….”Baby Doll”……….Make it good I really don’t want to cut you.”
 
“Nice tits Ivory your right you don’t need to wear a bra, they are the best tits I think I have ever seen.”

I gave a weak smile even though my heart was beating louder and louder.

“Baby Doll” striping is more than just shagging out of your clothes, it making those who watch you, want you can’t wait to get their hands on you, to touch you, to feel you.”

I felt strange hearing his words and yet I was more scared of the knife that seemed to grow bigger and bigger in his hand.

“Honey, touch your self excite your self as you strip show me how to touch you……Got it….”Baby Doll”……….Make it good I really don’t want to cut you.”

The only thing that went through my head was that Demi Moore movie. Show him how to touch me... I didn't even know how to touch myself and yet the knife loomed over me tighter then the cuffs that held my hands earlier.

I slowly ran my hands over my sides closing my eyes so that I wouldn't get unglued by the knife that was plagueing my thoughts. Running my hands over the waistband of the jeans that clung to my every curve. Letting one hand worm to the front and nimbly undo the snap and zipper... the teeth raking out that noise ziiiiiipppppppppppp . Slowly opening the sides to reveal the lacy top of undies. Pushing the denim down and easing against the cross to kick off the jeans. Taking a deep breathe as I grabbed my thighs and squeezed them hard to make the view of what was hiding behind the white thong undies. I was shaking like a leaf and kept praying that I wasn't going about this wrong.
 
Sometimes it is not what is said or done intentionally that betrays us, some times it is the most innocent thing that we never give any thought to that is our betrayer. And so it was with the shy little smile and blush that kissed Ivory’s cheeks when I complemented her great tits. So she like attention hummm probably thought she was a plane Jane to boot.

Slowly Ivory began to run her hands up the sides off her torso and I flipped a switch and music played in the back ground low sultry music. The kind that can ignite wild passion in the soul. He dark green eyes fluttered closed her long silken lashes so damn sexy. The shy way her hands went to the button of her form hugging jeans, the metallic rasp of her zipper, the first glimpse of the lacey virginal white panties she wore. The way Ivory’s knees bent as she worked the skin tight denim over the swell of her hips. Damn the girl was a natural, I smiled as her jeans slid down her sculptured les reveling her skimpy little lace thong, hardly more than a g-string.

The to my surprise she squeezed her lily white thighs together drawn the crotch of her thong tight across her labia .

“Very good, very good indeed Baby Doll.”

My voice soft as I complemented and praised her.

“ Shit girl you got a killer body, leave the panties on for now, lose the shoes and make it damn sexy and the play with your tits some get those nipples real hard,”

Slowly I praised Her, encouraged her to be bolder, told he of her incredible beauty, all the things teen aged girls long to hear. Each act I coaxed her to more erotic then the last.
 
“Very good, very good indeed Baby Doll.”

I felt like falling on the floor as the music thrummed around me and gave me a little more distraction.

“ Shit girl you got a killer body, leave the panties on for now, lose the shoes and make it damn sexy and the play with your tits some get those nipples real hard,”

My mind wandered to somewhere else as I bent down and untied the shoes to slowly kick them off and let my hand glide up my leg as I straightened upwards. Gulping as my eyes fluttered open as I felt myself stumble and blushed. I brought both hands up my belly and tried not to gasp as I cupped my own breasts in each hand and taking a deep breath. Squeezing the underside and shivering as a warmth came over me. One hand still cupping the left breast as the right hand was rubbing the nipple and wincing as it felt rock hard after a few moments. I even felt myself dampen the thong from contact. That was when I let out a loud sigh of frustration.
 
Ivory is a natural her movement graceful even as she is in a forced situation. This teen beauty is so softly seductive in her shy way yet beneath that “Good Little Girl” exterior she is hot. Yearning to be free of all the rule she believes she must follow to be that good little girl.


As Ivory shyly caresses her own breasts, I can smell her sweet arousal and the little dark wet patch at the crotch of her lacey panties., the blush the groan of frustration.

I am by Ivory’s side just behind her, my arms wrapped around her slim waist.

“That’s a good start my Baby Doll but it should be more like this.”

My lips brush her ear, my breath hot moist on her neck, it stirs the stray wisps of hair there. My hands slowly slide up her smooth flawless skin to gently cup her firm young breasts My hands guide Ivory’s to her puckered little raspberry nipples, I guide her in how to gently squeeze them run the tip of her nails over their tips. Soon my hands drop away and I have her explore her own youthful sensuality.


‘Very good Baby Doll you are a very good student and so very beautiful.


I ease her back into my arms and hug her close to me slowly seducing her young body, and mind , slowly bending this rare beauty to my will.
 
I blushed as he touched me then he spoke, “That’s a good start my Baby Doll but it should be more like this.”

I shivered as I felt my hands move over my body that only my dreamlover does. I trembled as his hand moved under my breasts and the beads of sweat from earlier caused from fear were now caused by the peek to what could happen next.

‘Very good Baby Doll you are a very good student and so very beautiful."

I wanted to look into his eyes for a moment but the same fears were overpowering my senses as bad as the sensous touch exploring over my nipples caused me to dampen again.

Then came his hug, tender and soft. Not provoking more fear but more of a compassion that yearns to be seen. I looked up at him as my head was tilted back, oh to be slightly taller... I might have, easing my arm over the shoulder and touching his face with the softest touch and parting my lips, wetting them in anticipation for a kiss.
 
A crimson blush kissed the teen beauty’s cheeks as my words softly, like the misty fingers of fog slowly tell her what she longs to hear. Of her beauty, of her sensuality, things that this young innocent could only till now imagine when asleep, only when her dream lover came to her, for Good Girls don’t enjoy sex, they wait till Mr., Right comes to Wed them, and then only then do they make love.

Ivory’s body is alive so responsive to my slightest touch. This virgin bitch was hot, god damn hot. Her heart was pounding her breathe coming in short gasps, as my fingers instructed her in how to touch herself to bring pleasure to her young yearning body.

Slowly the timid young virgin tilts her head back as I hug her to me cradling her in my arms. Her arm move up over her shoulder her soft misty eyes gaze into min as her hand tenderly caresses my cheek, the tip of her pink little tongue nervously glides across her parched lips leaving them moist shimmering as her lips part slightly.

Her mind has taken the timid young teen beauty from the harsh reality of being sold like so much meat to a seen from her dreams My hand cups hers at my cheek my eyes deceptively soft for that is what my little whore needs at this moment. I half turn her in my arms, her pert breasts crushed to my chest and my lips brush hers in a soft kiss. My eyes smile into hers.

‘Oh Yes Baby Doll…..”

and I kiss her my tongue sliding along her ripe lower lip, the ridge of her even white teeth, to sample the innocent sweetness of her mouth I let my soft kiss and tongue seduce her, My hands caress her back, lighting little fires in their wake. I let the kiss deepen become more passionate more primeval leading the young innocent down a slowly spiraling road away from the safe well order life she has known, down a road where she will be my Little whore.


I give Ivory the kiss she has always dreamed of. Our lips part, clinging to each other’s till the last possible moment.

“ I will call you Baby Doll you may call me Sir………………. Sir is very pleased with his Baby Doll, and she is so very beautiful and very, very good.”


I pause letting my words wrap around her mind.

“Now who are You?”

A pause a second not really giving her a chance to answer.

“And who am I Baby Doll?”
 
The words drifted in the fogs of understanding at first then sunk in as the kiss ended.

“ I will call you Baby Doll you may call me Sir………………. Sir is very pleased with his Baby Doll, and she is so very beautiful and very, very good.”

I moved my lips as I mouthed the words that he spoke.

“Now who are You?” He paused a second not really giving me a chance to answer. “And who am I Baby Doll?

I looked up into his eyes, my eyes changed to softer green as the tears slowly ebbed. I drew my hand from him face and whispered, "I'm your Baby Doll and you are Sir"

Then I felt a shiver run down my spine as this closeness set off a domino effect. The hug awaking the thoughts that were only for what might happen someday. The way my breasts felt on fire as they were crushed against his chest, even the nipples ached while the stiffen peaks rubbed against the leather he wore. Then the throbbing that I felt in lower thighs as they trembled and the dribble of feminine musk that came to the edge of my slit that was trapped in the tiny piece of fabric called the thong. But for one instant I realized something else. I was uncuffed and the door was just past him... did I dare run for the door?
 
She is so very hot her young body hungering for a world she only dared dream of, a world where she was truly free to indulge her own little fantasies. Ivory stunning green eyes soften, her delicate fingers trail across my cheek, her eyes shine up in to mine so young so innocent as she whispers in a sensual little sigh.

I'm your Baby Doll and you are Sir"

Ivory’s body melts deeper into my arms her firm, proud breasts and taunt little raspberry nipples crushed against the cold leather of my jacket. The teen’s body quivers in anticipation for all the fulfillment of her childish dreams. Ivory’s deep musky fragrance floats on the stale air in the basement dungeon.

There is a flicker in those soft green eyes of hers as Ivory realizes she is free of restraints, the door just beyond a tempting lure for her to escape, escape to her old little safe world if she could just make it.

My eyes remain masked hiding my soul and thoughts. My lips brush hers in a kiss so tender and so seductive as I ease the beauty to face me.

I ease Ivory to her knees and as we kiss kneeling there I place her hands at the small of her back, my lips trail down the curve of her throat to her breasts. My lips captures a puckered nipple and I roll it on the ridge roof of my mouth.

Slowly I stand and strip. Now is when she will run or stay, either way I will have the little teen bitch.
 
Once more the window of opportunity opens as I glance past him. He rose and started to undress and I felt the world crumble. I jumped to my feet and ran towards the door.

Grabbing the knob and trying to twist it to escape this nightmare but the door doesn't budge. I paniced as the knob just went click but wouldn't open.

"NOOOOO!" I screamed trying harder and using both hands to wrench the door to admit me to my freedom.
 
The spell broken for the moment as the frighten little doe makes her break for freedom. I watch as she desperately twists the door knob. There is wild panic in her eyes. as she glances over her shoulder at me. Yet I just stand there. As Ivory slumps against the door realizing her bid for freedom was not coming to any thing I just smile.

“Baby Doll you should not have done that.”

My voice was calm matter of fact, no anger in it for her reaction was only to be expected but it did require some attention.

Slowly I stroll towards her as Ivory’s now frantic bid for escapes redoubles itself. My hand is tangled in her silken locks, I am naked to the waist my body pressed hard to her back my ridged prick pressed into the crack f her firm little ass her breast crushed to the cod unyielding metal door.

“Baby Doll come her and kneel before me as I showed you how just now.”

The air of command that must be obeyed tinged my voice as I bodily dragged her struggling back to the center of the room and the foot of her cross.

Forcing her to her knees.

“You will dress my dear as a school girl and then you will strip for a special group of clients of mine and if you don’t make them happy then I’ll let them gang rape you on the stage.”

I Bend down and savagely kiss her.

“Juan Get her clothes out of here and bring her a school girl outfit and make sure it is really sexy and tight on her.”

I turn to Ivory 15 minutes Baby Doll and be ready, your hair in a tight French braid too.

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A select group of very powerful men sat in the special club room watching the harshly lit stage, as the trashy strip music started.
 
“Baby Doll you should not have done that.”

I started to cry as the door wouldn't yeild. Then he walked closer to me and I was frantic in the need to get out. I winced as my chest was pressed against the cold metal of the unyeilding freedom and once more felt the fears grow. I was gasping harder to breathe, almost near hyperventalating as his fingers grasped my hair and take control once more.

“Baby Doll come her and kneel before me as I showed you how just now.”

"please no... " I sobbed softly

He bodily dragged me struggling back to the center of the room and the foot of my cross, forcing me to my knees.

“You will dress my dear as a school girl and then you will strip for a special group of clients of mine and if you don’t make them happy then I’ll let them gang rape you on the stage.”

Before I could protest or anything he bent down and savagely kissed me. I felt my heart fall down into the pit of my stomach as hope fluttered out of sight.

“Juan, Get her clothes out of here and bring her a school girl outfit and make sure it is really sexy and tight on her.” He turned to me, "15 minutes, Baby Doll and be ready, your hair in a tight French braid too. "

I just stayed there in a knelt stance as the tears were falling around hands. I never heard Juan enter the room or notice that my other clothes save my thong undies were gone. I wasn't sure how much time had passed but grabbed the hairbrush and started to brush my hair and braid it up as directed. I was more afraid of him and what he'd do before the men that I was to perform for would do if they weren't happy.

I slowly put on the outfit, the blouse was tight alright and the buttons strained over my chest to hold the fabric closed. Had to be a size 34 or smaller to be taunt like this I mused and then the skirt was skin tight and lightweight. It barely covered the swell of my ass which made me blush all the more. I looked into the mirror and put down the hair brush and then sighed.

"I'm doomed ... I'm going to be dead before I get out of here.."
 
From the two way mirror in her little dungeon I watched as my Baby Doll brushed and braided her spun red gold hair the blouse was perfect, but the skirt too short to tight, to whorish in appearance. Damn Juan could be a fool. These men liked the girls young and innocent in appearance hell I would take care of it myself.

I slipped in the door just as Baby muttered

"I'm doomed ... I'm going to be dead before I get out of here.."

My hand rested on her shoulder ad she nearly jumped out of her pretty soft skin.


“Baby doll get out of that skirt I have one that will suite you better.”

I handed her the skirt and watched as she slipped out of one and dawn the other the blue plaid complemented her complexion brought out the subtle shades of her eyes. The little bib front covered her tight blouse so when see striped it off the boys would go wild. It hugged her waist caressed her firm ass and then draped so as she danced it would flow with her movements showing a glimpse of her virginal with thong ever now and then I liked the fact that the bra Juan had selected was strapless of French designed that barely covered her nipples but would roll tough taunt buds with every step she took.

I handed Ivory a pair of sheer white, just over the knee , knee soaks and pair of modest black pumps. When going through her purse I found her glasses a very nice and sexy pair of silver wire frames.

“Put theses on”

When she was dressed I smiled. She looked as innocent as the new driven snow and so damn sexy as well. God once I put here out on the market she would make a fortune for me. I took her by the arm and walked to the door at the far end of the room. Juan was announcing a special treat for the evening. She looked at me her eyes pleading for me not to make her do this. Again I kissed her savagely my tongue ravishing her mouth tempting her teasing her . Then I broke the kiss suddenly and opened the door. That led to her stage.

“Remember Baby Doll make it good real sexy make them want you more than anything honey or I’ll let them gang bang you. Got any idea how much they would pay to gang bang a sweet Virgin like you?”

With that I shoved her on to the stage into the circle of harsh white light….
The shouts and whistles greeted her and now it was please them one way or another for Ivory Henley.
 
After changing to the new skirt with bib, I felt a little more at ease about being clothed but at the same time the weight of being raped terrified me. Even the bra meant there was more between me and them.

He handed me socks and shoes which I quickly donned. “Put these on”

I looked at the glasses that he handed me. "What are these for? I haven't wore them in months."

He ignored what I said and then looked at me. I must have passed the inspection and he took me by arm out thur a far door and then I was standing on the stage. I gulped hard as I looked out at the people that were sitting nearby.

“Remember Baby Doll, make it good real sexy make them want you more than anything honey or I’ll let them gang bang you. Got any idea how much they would pay to gang bang a sweet Virgin like you?”

I shivered at the thought. I couldn't let that happen as the goosebumps were surfacing under the stage lights. As he shoved me on to the stage into the circle of harsh white light…. The shouts and whistles greeted me and now it was please them one way or another and I was hoping that the dance and strip would do it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe as I felt the eyes upon my flesh and almost was ready to bolt from the stage. I steeled myself and wondered how do I start? Then the music came over the loudspeakers making it easier to do what had to be done. I noticed several guys that would fit the bouncer type and that meant that any running was deffinately out.

I gulped again and started to sway my hips making the skirt whip out and back. Licking my lips slowly as I looked out at the tender. If I kept my mind on him then I would be okay. One person to watch was better then a bunch of them I told myself as I slid my hands over the sides of the skirt and lifted the hem with one hand as I snaked it to my belly then the skirt fell back down. Crossing my hands over my belly and bringing them up to my boobs. Squeezing the fabric over the flesh and licking my lips as I leaned against a dancer's pole. Quickly leaning over and messing with the shoes and sitting on the stage with the skirt flared out and removing the shoes and letting my hands glide up the leg to the thigh, giving the thigh a squeeze as I run the hands down the leg to make the sock slide down the silky smooth legs.
 
Ivory stood on the staged under the harsh unrelenting white light, her supple body draped in that Little girl outfit, the six men’s eyes devouring her feasting on her innocents. Slowly the music winds its misty cords around her, seducing her young body into movement

The sensual innocent sway of her hips making Ivory’s skirt whip out reveling her firm flawless thighs as she Licked her lips slowly.


Oh yha baby that’s it show us what you’ve got honey.

The teen beauty slid her hands up the sides of her skirt and lifted the hem with one hand snaking it up to her to belly, giving them a view of her skimpy white thong clad pussy, then the skirt fell back down.

Whistles of approval, cat call of encouragement caressed her ears and mind. Ivory crossed her hands over her flat athletic belly sensually sliding them up to caress her firm tits, squeezing the fabric over those proud breasts, and licking l her ripe lips as she seductively leaned against a dancer's pole sliding to down to the dance floor.

God the girl was a natural each movement becoming bolder as the music held her in its spell, the way she arched her body breasts trust out as she removed her shoes Ivory’s hands glide up her leg to the thigh, giving her lily white thigh a squeeze as I run the hands down the leg to make the sock slide down the silky smooth legs. I watch in admiration as she continued to strip lost in the sensuality of it all.
 
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