Katie awoke to the sound of her door opening. She sat up as a small Chinese woman entered, left a tray of food, bowed quickly, then scurried out, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the tray. There was a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs, toast, and orange juice on it. There was also a brief note. As she chewed on a strip of bacon, she read the note.
‘You will receive three meals and a change of clothes daily providing you cooperate. If you chose not to eat, you will forfeit your next meal. If you throw your food or otherwise damage the room, no food for twenty-four hours. If you continue to be uncooperative, more drastic methods will be taken.’
She dropped the note and finished the strip of bacon. It was good, and she was hungry. She sat down and cleaned the plate, then gulped down the orange juice. She felt a little better. Looking down at her wrinkled clothes, she realized that she would welcome some clean ones. Maybe a shower would help. As she stood up to go into the bathroom, her door opened again and the woman who’d kidnaped them walked in, dressed in a white blouse and black slacks. Her long hair was tied back into a pony tail. They stared at each other for a few seconds until her cold eyes forced Katie to look away.
The woman eyed the empty plate. “I see that you ate all your breakfast. Good. You’ll want to keep your strength up.”
Katie didn’t reply. She watched her circle the room, looking here and there. Finally, Katie couldn’t stand her silence any longer.
“What do you want with us?!,” she cried as the woman examined the TV, her back to Katie. She slowly turned to her, her gray eyes cold as steel and an unfriendly smile on her lips. Her gaze was hard and unnerving.
“Young lady, I will ask the questions. You will do as you’re told and only speak when spoken to.” Her voice was low and calm, but in an icy tone that grated on Katie’s nerves.
“Fuck you!,” Katie screamed. She picked up the remote control and threw it at her. She missed by a good foot. The remote hit the wall and the batteries went flying. The woman didn’t flinch a muscle. She glared at Katie, her gray eyes boring into her, then she looked down at the smashed remote.
“That, my dear,” she said in a quiet, even tone as her eyes once more locked on Katie’s. “Will cost you.”
As if on cue, the door burst open and three men entered the room. Two of them went directly to her before she could react and grabbed her arms. The third man closed the door and stood next to the woman. Katie struggled against her captors, but they were too strong for the young girl and she eventually gave up, red-faced and panting. They turned her to face the woman, and she walked over to the TV and turned it on. A porno came on, showing two women sucking off two men. She turned to Katie.
“My name is Donna. And to answer your question, I make movies.” She smiled coldly. “And you’re one of my new actresses!” Katie looked at the TV, then back to Donna when she realized what she was saying. A look of complete terror crossed her face. Donna nodded to the two men holding her and they tightened their grip. Donna walked up until her face was just inches from Katie’s. “And your training starts right now!”
She reached out and unfastened Katie’s jeans as the two men held her struggling body. They threw her onto the bed and held her down while Donna pulled her jeans off. “Nooo!,” Katie cried, kicking her feet. But the men held her fast and Donna dropped her jeans to the floor.
“Her shirt,” Donna said. The men literally tore the shirt from her back, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Katie stopped struggling, tears running down her cheeks.
“Wh . . . why are you doing this?!,” she cried between sobs.
Donna shrugged. “You were three young, pretty girls all alone, so I took you.” She reached down, grabbed her panties, and pulled them off as the men held her legs. They lessened their grip on her and placed her in a sitting position between them.
“Now, kindly remove your bra,” Donna said. Katie stared at her as the men released her arms so she could comply with Donna’s request, but were ready to grab her again if she tried to get up. Her hands went to her pussy, trying to cover it. Donna shook her head. “Tsk, tsk. Dave, would you please remove her bra?” The man on her left deftly unclasped and pulled her bra free before she knew what was happening. She now sat completely naked, and utterly humiliated, in a room with four strangers.
“Nice,” Donna murmured, eying her large tits. The man standing next to her nodded in agreement. She pulled the terrified teenager to her feet and dragged her stumbling over to the TV, where a pretty, naked brunette was going down on some guy.
“This is your lesson for today. See how she sucks as she’s pulling it back out? And how she flicks her tongue across the tip?” Katie stared in horror at the screen as the big cock erupted, shooting white cum all over the girls’ face. Then she put it back into her mouth and sucked it, before wiping a gob of cum from her chin with her finger, then sucking it clean. Donna looked at her.
“See? Simple!” She turned Katie around. The three men were standing side by side, grinning at her. “Ok, start with Steve . . .” She indicated the man who watched as the other two held her. “You’re going to suck each of them until they cum, but I don’t want you to waste any like that girl in the movie. I want you to swallow every drop!” Katie’s mouth dropped open. She turned slowly to Donna, then back at the men.
“N . . . no! I can’t! It’s . . .it’s . . .,” she stammered, horrified at just the thought of what Donna said.
Donna interrupted her stammer. “Either you do it, now. Or I let them all have a go at you. And I don’t care which hole they stick their dicks in!” Katie just stared at the three men. Donna nudged her forward. “C’mon! I don’t have all day!”
Katie didn’t move. She couldn’t. What Donna was telling her to do was . . . disgusting! She’d be sick! Donna impatiently pushed her forward, toward Steve. He grinned down at her and unfastened his jeans. Katie watched, unable to look away, as her reached into them and pulled out his long, thick cock, already oozing precum. Katie just stared at the huge organ. It must have been at least eight or nine inches long and nearly as thick as her wrist! Donna put her hands on Katie’s shoulders and pushed her to her knees.
“On your knees, slut!,” she yelled. Katie half fell to her knees in front of Steve. His huge penis bobbed in front of her pretty face and its’ musky odor filled her nostrils.
“Take it in your hand, put it into your mouth, and suck it!,” Donna yelled, her voice becoming angry. Steve reached down and waggled it against her lips.
“C’mon, baby! Suck my big cock!,” he said, grinning. Katie swallowed hard and watched her hand reach up and encircle Steve’s cock.
“Good, now stroke it a few times,” Donna coached. Katie moved her fist up and down the thick shaft, never taking her eyes off the huge purple head with the growing drop of fluid seeping from its’ hole. “All right, now open wide!,” Donna said. She placed her hand on the back of Katie’s head. Katie hesitated and Donna pushed her head forward until her lips were pressed against the soft head.
“I said, open wide!,” Donna hissed. She grabbed her hair and gave it a sharp pull. When Katie opened her mouth to cry out, Steve pushed his cock part way in. “Wider!” Katie could taste the musky precum on her lips and tongue. Defeated, and with tears in her eyes, she opened her mouth wider until the entire head slipped in. Then Donna pushed her head forward until the tip hit the back of her throat and she started to gag. It stretched her mouth so wide, her lips were pulled thin. “Swallow it!,” Donna commanded. “Deep throat him, you little cock-sucking whore!” Katie continued gagging and choking as Steve and Donna forced his big cock into her throat, cutting off her air.
“How’s that feel, you insubordinate little bitch!,” Donna hissed into her ear. “Are you going to do as you’re told from now on?” Katie managed a slight nod as she gagged and struggled for air.
“Good! Now, finish Steve off. You’ve still got two more customers. And I don’t want you to spill a drop!” She looked up at Steve, who pulled his cock from her throat, then out of her mouth. Katie coughed and gasped for breath.
“Are you ok?,” Donna asked, but there was no concern in her voice. Katie nodded, still coughing. “All right. Back to work, whore.” Steve pushed his cock back into her face and Katie obediently opened her mouth and sucked it in. “Good girl! Now suck! Bob your head like the girl in the movie. That’s it!” Katie moved the thick shaft in and out of her mouth, trying hard not to throw up. She shuddered to think what they’d do to her if that happened! The soft head felt smooth as velvet as it slid across her tongue. As she became more accustomed to the thick penis in her mouth, she started to use her tongue more and sucked harder. Before long, Steve’s moans were getting louder and more urgent. His breathing became rapid and shallow.
“Oh, yeah!,” he groaned.
Donna knelt beside Katie. “He’s almost there! Get ready! As soon as he cums, swallow fast because another shot will soon follow!” Katie heard her and blinked.
“Mmmmhmmm,” she murmured.
“Oh, shit! OH, shit!! Ohhhhh . . .!,” Steve groaned as his cock swelled and the first shot erupted into Katie’s mouth. She was shocked by the sudden surge and her mouth was quickly filled with his warm, salty semen.
“Swallow! Quick!,” Donna cried. Katie resisted her impulse to gag and managed to get almost half of it down before the next shot came. Some leaked out around her lips and ran down her chin. “Keep swallowing!,” Donna yelled, holding her head in place. Katie cringed and managed to swallow another load. The rest of the shots were smaller and she managed to actually get most of the vile, salty goo down. Some more did spill down her chin, but Donna seemed pleased with her performance. She released her grip on Katie’s head and allowed her to pull the drooling cock from her spermy lips. Donna pointed to the cum still oozing from the hole.
“Get that, too. And lick it clean.” Katie sucked the remaining jism from the hole and licked the head clean.
“Very good. Dave, you’re next!” The next man stepped up and unzipped his pants. Katie looked up at another hard cock and again fought back the urge to cry. She opened her mouth wide and he pushed it in.
Twenty minutes later, Katie had finished all three men and sat forlornly on the floor, feeling used, dirty, and utterly humiliated. There was dried and drying cum on her face, tits, and in her hair. The men had just left and Donna stood looking at the hapless teenager.
“Now you know how to give head, you little cocksucker. The next time I tell you to get on your knees, you’ll know just what to do and there won’t be any trouble, right?” Katie nodded, but didn’t move her eyes from the spot on the wall she was staring at. “Good! We made a good start today. Your training will continue tomorrow.” She smiled. “You’re going to learn how to please a woman!” With that, she turned and was gone.
Katie remained motionless on the floor for a few minutes, reliving the horror she’d just been through. Suddenly, her stomach lurched and she ran to the bathroom and puked up her breakfast along with what seemed like a gallon of cum. She pulled herself up to the sink and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The cum was already starting to flake, making her face look like she had some kind of skin disease.
She turned on the shower and stepped in, letting the hot water flow over her body and wash the white goo from her skin. She got out a half hour later, still feeling dirty and used. She toweled herself off and went into the bedroom. There was another tray with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup along with some clean clothes. She picked up the mini skirt and small t-shirt and looked for a bra and panties. There were none. Her underwear was gone, along with her jeans and shredded t-shirt. She sighed and put on the slutty clothes. They barely covered her and she still felt naked. Sitting down to eat the soup, she started to think of a way of escape. There had to be a way!
Linda led Carrie down the hall to her room. They didn’t speak until they arrived at the door. Linda opened it and touched Carrie’s arm as she walked past her into the room. “Are you ok?,” she asked. Carrie turned and looked into her pretty face. There seemed to be actual concern in her warm brown eyes. She nodded, giving her a slight smile.
“Yes. Thanks for asking,” she replied quietly.
“If it means anything, you did real good for your first time,” Linda said, smiling at her. Carrie didn’t reply, she just stood there looking at her feet. “Would you like some company? Someone who understands what you’re going through?”
Carrie looked back up at the attractive young brunette and nodded with the same unsure smile. “Th . . . that would be nice.” She didn’t know if she could trust her, but she was the first person to show her any compassion since her ordeal began. They both went inside and closed the door.
Linda wandered over to the mirror and began to fix her hair. “So how long have you been here?,” she asked, still looking in the mirror.
Carrie shrugged. “A couple of days, I think.” Linda nodded and finished with her hair. She went over and sat on the bed cross-legged and patted the mattress next to her.
“Have a seat, Carrie. Let’s talk.” Carrie sat down on the edge of the bed, wringing her hands nervously. “Don’t be afraid. I’m only here as a friend.” She smiled and Carrie found herself smiling back.
“You really got off in there, didn’t you?,” Linda asked, grinning widely. Carrie couldn’t help grinning herself. She nodded.
“Yeah, I guess I did!”
“Was that your first orgasm?”
Carrie nodded.
“You mean you’ve never masturbated?” Linda raised an eyebrow suspiciously. Carrie shook her head. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I do it all the time!”
“No, really. I never have,” Carrie said, still shaking her head.
Linda stared at her and realized she was telling the truth, then laughed. “Wow! And you came so hard you passed out! You must have been wondering what the hell was happening!” Carrie grinned sheepishly and shrugged, her face turning red. “Did you like it? I mean, except for the passing out part, that is!”
Carrie looked down. “It did feel good, but . . .”
“But you don’t want to be forced to do it. I understand, believe me.”
Carrie looked up at her. “Did they . . . make you do it , too?”
Linda sighed and nodded. “Only I didn’t get off as easy as you did. They made me suck a cock, then he fucked me, then I had to suck it again until he came in my mouth! I was sixteen and had never even given a guy a hand job before!”
“How long ago was that?” Carrie was trying to figure out how old Linda was, but she could have been anywhere from seventeen to twenty-five.
“Almost three years ago,” she replied, leaning back on her arms. Her full breasts strained at the thin fabric of her t-shirt. Sometime while Carrie was passed out, she had removed her bra.
Carrie looked dejected. “And you’re still here?” Linda chuckled.
“It’s not so bad once you get used to it. I found out that I really love sex, and I get all I need right here. No commitments, no headaches, just fun!”
Carrie looked at her, a frown creasing her brow. “You don’t even mind . . . sucking on them?”
Linda laughed and shook her head. “No, not at all! Actually, I love giving head! It makes me wet!” She rubbed her pussy and winked at Carrie.
Carrie stared at her. She found it hard to believe that she would ever get used to it, let alone love doing it.
“What about . . . ” she took a deep breath, and paused.
“Fucking?,” Linda asked.
Carrie nodded, fighting back tears. “My mother told me that it hurts a lot the first time and that the woman doesn’t feel any pleasure, only pain!” She started to sob and Linda hugged her close.
“Hey! Hey! It’s all right! I think your mother was telling you a little white lie so you wouldn’t be tempted to try it! It does hurt a little the first time you do it, but not for long. And it won’t hurt again. As for not feeling any pleasure?” She chuckled and pulled Carrie back to look into her eyes.
“Remember how it felt when Steve went down on you? How good it felt?” Carrie nodded and wiped her eyes. “Well, when I cum while being fucked, it always feels better than when someone goes down on me!” Carrie’s eyes widened.
“Better than that?” She couldn’t imagine being subjected to more pleasure than she’d experienced earlier.
Linda nodded. “And if you have someone who cares about you, even the pain when you lose your cherry isn’t that bad.”
Carrie sighed. “Not much chance of that happening here.”
Linda hugged her. “Let me talk to Donna. I’ll explain to her that you want to cooperate and maybe she’ll listen.” Carrie looked up at her.
“You’d do that for me?”
Linda smiled and held up her hand. “Hold on! She may go easy on you your first time, but she’ll never let you go. I’m sorry. But I want to make sure you understand. You are too valuable and she could never risk releasing you anyway.” Carrie’s face fell somewhat, but Linda wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know deep down. There was no escape and no hope for parole from this prison. Linda continued. “You’re a very beautiful girl and she can make a lot of money off you, with or without your cooperation.”
Carrie nodded dejectedly. “I guess I knew she couldn’t let me go. Or my friends.” She looked up at her. “Have you seen them?”
Linda shook her head. “No, honey, I haven’t. Sorry.” They sat without speaking for moment, then Linda went over to the TV and turned it on. As expected, another porno was on. Two naked women were making out on a couch. Linda watched them, then asked, “Have you ever thought about making out with another girl?”
Carrie’s eyes widened. “Of course not! I’m not gay!”
Linda laughed. “I’m not, either. But take a closer look at the brunette!” She pointed at the screen. Carrie looked. A blonde and a brunette were locked in a passionate kiss. They separated and Carrie gasped in surprise. The brunette was Linda! She looked over at her, her jaw open.
“What?,” Linda asked, laughing. “It’s no big deal!” Carrie looked back at the screen. Linda was sucking on the blonde’s tits, moving down to her shaved pussy.
Linda walked back to where Carrie was sitting. “Come here. I’ll show you!”
Carrie shrunk away from her. “But I’m not gay!” Linda smiled and continued holding her hands out to her.
“Carrie, like I told you, I love sex. With men and with women. Sometimes at the same time.” Carrie just stared at her. “And Donna will expect you to do it, too. Let me show you how. Gently. Lovingly.” She moved closer, smiling warmly. Carrie hesitantly took her hands and stood up, facing her.
“Now, let’s try a kiss,” Linda said softly. “Just close your eyes and pretend I’m a guy.” Carrie took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She sensed Linda moving closer and could feel her warm breath on her face. Then her soft, warm lips touched hers. Carrie relaxed a little. It actually felt nice. Then the lips were gone. She opened her eyes to see Linda smiling at her.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
Carrie shook her head and smiled a little.
“Ok, let’s try it again. This time open your mouth a bit and we’ll try something more exciting.” Carrie looked reluctant, but nodded and closed her eyes. She once again felt Linda’s warm lips on hers, but then they parted. Carrie parted hers, too and she felt Linda’s lips moving, caressing hers. It felt even better than before! And certainly more tender than when Steve kissed her! Linda pulled away after a minute, letting her lips linger on Carrie’s for a few seconds. Carrie smiled at her, licking her lips.
“That was nice!’, she exclaimed .
Linda smiled back. “Very nice! Now, this time, we’re going to french-kiss. Do you know what that is?” Carrie shook her head. She’d heard of it, but no one ever said what it was and she was too embarrassed to ask. Linda smiled. “Did Steve put his tongue in your mouth?” Carrie nodded, remembering her initial shock when he first did it. “That’s a french kiss,” Linda said.
“Oh, ok,” Carrie replied. She was starting to enjoy kissing the pretty brunette. True, she was a girl, but her kisses were so much softer and much more loving that Steve’s had been. They started kissing again and when Linda’s tongue probed at her lips, Carrie opened her mouth and allowed her in. Their tongues danced together, first in Carrie’s mouth, then in Linda’s. As they continued kissing, Carrie felt Linda’s arms going around her waist, pulling her closer. Instinctively, she put her arms around Linda’s neck, savoring the warmth of her tender kiss. After a few moments, they broke off their kiss but remained locked in each other’s arms.
“You’re a good kisser!,” Linda whispered and kissed her soft lips.
Carrie smiled. “That felt really good, Linda!” Linda smiled and kissed her again, then moved down and kissed her neck. Carrie sighed and tilted her head back.
Between kisses, Linda murmured, “Would you like to do more than kiss?” She looked up into Carrie’s green eyes and stroked her cheek. “You are so beautiful,” she whispered, kissing her lips. “Make love to me, Carrie. Right now!”
Debbie lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. It was the third day of her capture, as near as she could tell, and the only person she’s seen was the little Chinese woman who brought her food and clean clothes. She had tried to ask her why she was there, but the old woman merely smiled and bowed. Either she didn’t understand English, or she was pretending not to.
She watched TV sometimes, even though the pornos were all that was on. She’d found them interesting at first and was surprised to feel her body responding to them. Her nipples always got hard and very sensitive, and once her panties had even been wet! She understood enough to know that these were normal sexual responses to stimulants. Her mother was trying to be sexually open with her and had described what happens in great detail. It did sort of surprise her that watching an X-rated movie made her horny, though! But after three days of watching nothing but the porn, it no longer held the same fascination it once had.
She got up and looked at the clothes they’d brought for her today. She picked up the sport bra and gym shorts and studied them curiously.
Just then, the door opened and the woman who kidnaped them walked in followed by a very handsome, well toned young man wearing gym shorts and a muscle shirt. He stood about five foot ten with light blonde hair and clear blue eyes. She could tell he was older, but not too old, maybe in his early twenties. She thought he was the most handsome guy she’s ever met! Her eyes went from the man to the woman and she instinctively took a step back.
“Relax, dear. We’re not here to hurt you,” the woman said.
“What do you want with us? Where are my . . .” The woman held up a hand, cutting off her questions.
“All of that will become apparent soon. For now, all you need to know is that you belong to me. I control your life. Obey, and you’ll be well-treated. Disobey . . .” The woman’s eyes narrowed. “And punishment will be swift and severe. Understand?” Debbie realized she was looking at the author of the note that was in her room when she was first brought here. She swallowed hard and nodded fearfully.
“Good. Now, you are a very pretty girl.” She looked up and down Debbie’s slightly chubby body. “But, to be blunt, you need to lose a few pounds.” Debbie’s hands instinctively moved to cover her stomach and thighs. The woman smiled. “Relax, dear.” She turned to the man. “This is Andrew. He’s going to be spending a lot of time with you, helping you lose the weight..”
She turned to address Andrew. “Andrew, remember what I told you.”
He nodded. “Yes, Donna.” He smiled at Debbie and held out his hand. “Come with me, um . . .I’m sorry. I don’t know your name.”
Debbie blushed. “D . . .Debbie.” He smiled again. ‘God, he’s gorgeous!,’ she thought, taking his hand.
“Just a minute!,” Donna said, stopping them. “Debbie, first you better change into your workout clothes.” She was so entranced with Andrew that she’d forgotten she was still wearing her pajamas. She nodded, picked up the clothes and started for the bathroom. “Where are you going?,” Donna cried. Debbie stopped and turned to her, holding out the shorts and sports bra.
“I . . .in there. To change,” she replied, nodding toward the bathroom.
Donna gave her a thin smile and shook her head. “No. Do it here. I want to see what you look like.” Debbie’s eyes went from her to Andrew, then back to Donna. “C’mon! Let’s call it a ‘before shot’! Do it!” Andrew stood to one side, his arms folded across his chest, watching her intently.
“B . . . but . . . I. . .,” she stammered.
Donna walked over to her, her face seething with anger. “Do you remember what I said about obeying me?,” she hissed. She took the gym clothes from Debbie’s hands. “Now, strip!”
Debbie looked at her and realized she was deadly serious. Her hands shaking, she started unbuttoning the top of her pajamas. She somehow managed to get them all undone, closed her eyes, and took her top off. Her large tits spilled out, retaining their firmness despite their size.
“Nice,” Donna said with a smile. “Keep going.” Almost in tears, Debbie dropped her pajama bottoms and stepped out of them. She stood before them wearing only her panties, feeling ashamed of her chubby body.
“The panties, too,” Donna said. Tears filled her eyes as she bent over and pulled her panties down and off. She stood up straight, completely naked before them. She wasn’t what you’d call fat. Not really. Just a few extra pounds around the waist and thighs. Her tits were the largest Donna had ever seen on a girl her age and her pussy had just a light fuzz of barely visible blonde hair.
“What do you think, Andrew?,” Donna asked, walking around the terrified little girl. Andrew came closer, examining her body closely. Debbie closed her eyes. She didn’t like being put on display like this, especially in front of a boy she liked!
“Diet and daily exercise. Two weeks,” he said confidently.
Donna seemed impressed. “Very good. She’s yours for two weeks.” She gave him a wink. “Make sure she’s well exercised. I want her fully trained and ready to go to work.”
Andrew smiled and nodded as his eyes examined her body. He knew exactly what she meant by ‘fully trained’. Debbie stood trembling in fear and humiliation before them.
“You may get dressed, Debbie,” Donna said. She began putting on the shorts. There were no clean panties and she didn’t care. She just wanted to cover her body.
“Andrew is in charge until further notice. You will obey him without question. Understand?”
Debbie adjusted her large tits inside the tight sport bra and nodded.
Donna gave her a hard look. “I mean anything. Even if he tells you to get naked and stay that way all through your workout. If you refuse his orders, he’ll tell me, and you’ll immediately be severely punished!” Her eyes narrowed. “And believe me, no matter what he asks you to do, punishment will be many times worse!”
Debbie trembled and lowered her head, sobbing quietly. Donna left and Andrew went over to her, putting his arm around her shoulders. “It’s ok, Debbie. I won’t order you to get naked to work out.” He flashed a comforting smile. “Come on, we’ve got some work to do.” They left the room and walked down the hall.
A week later, Debbie was on the exercise bike, finishing up her five mile set. Andrew had been tough, but kind. He pushed her hard, but she could already see results. Her waist was smaller, her legs more toned, and even her breasts seemed to sit a little higher. Andrew walked over and she stopped pedaling.
“That’s enough for today, Deb,” he said with a smile. Debbie got off the bike and smiled back at him. “Let’s get you weighed, then I’ll take you back to your room.” They went over to the scale and Andrew noted her weight on his chart. “One-thirty-eight! That’s a total of eleven pounds in one week! Very good!”
Debbie grinned and blushed a little. Over the past week she’d developed a serious crush on her handsome trainer and she’d worked even harder, hoping he’d see past her chubby body and just maybe . . .
“Debbie?” His voice snapped her from her daydream.
“Huh? Oh, sorry, Andrew. I guess I was daydreaming!”
He smiled. “I said, would you like some company tonight? Maybe we could watch a movie or something.”
Her heart swelled. “You mean like a . . . a . . . date?” Her eyes flashed, lighting up her pretty face.
He grinned. “Yeah! A date! So, is that a yes?”
She grinned and hugged him. “Yes!” He laughed and returned her hug.
“Ok, let’s go. You hit the shower and I’ll drop by in about an hour, ok?”
She nodded, a bright smile on her face. He walked her back to her room and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll see you soon.” She went inside and he locked the door, then walked down the hall to his room. Picking up the phone, he punched three numbers. After a few seconds, he said, “Hi, it’s Andrew . . . Yes, very well , eleven pounds so far . . . uh-huh . . . Yes, I’m going to meet her in an hour . . . Oh, yes. She called it a ‘date’. . . Mmmhmm . . . No problem. I’m sure she’ll give it up willingly, but if not . . .Exactly . . .ok.” He hung up the phone, went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower.
Carrie stared at Linda, not sure she had heard her correctly. How could two girls make love? While she wasn’t intimately familiar with the act of making love, she did understand the basics.
“But how can . . .?” Linda silenced her with a lingering kiss on her soft lips.
“I want to make love to you. I want to taste your sweet pussy and suck on those beautiful tits,” she whispered, caressing Carrie’s cheek softly and staring into her emerald green eyes. Carrie looked back into hers, a confused look on her face. She tried to move away, but Linda still held her tightly. “Don’t you want to?” She looked a little hurt. Carrie’s expression softened.
“It’s not that. It’s just . . .” She gazed into Linda’s warm brown eyes. “I’m a little nervous! This is all new to me!” Linda smiled and released her embrace.
“There’s nothing to be nervous about, sweetie. We’ll have fun!” She stepped back and pulled off her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, although Carrie was certain that she had been earlier. Her tits were only slightly larger than Carrie’s, but nicely rounded and well suited to her petite body. She smiled and looked down at them.
“Not real big, but they’re ok. I can go braless if I feel like it!” She looked up at Carrie, who managed a slight smile.
“They’re very nice,” she said, her eyes dropping to them.
“Touch them, ” Linda said, reaching for Carrie’s hand. Carrie allowed her to place her hand on the soft flesh. She moved it across Linda’s erect nipple and Linda grinned. “That’s it. Just do what you’d want someone to do to yours.” Carrie began rubbing her nipple and squeezing her breast, much to Linda’s obvious delight.
“Oh, yes! Like that! Mmmmm!”
After a few minutes, Linda touched Carrie’s breasts over her t-shirt. She raised one eyebrow in a ‘May I?’ look and Carrie hesitated before giving her a slight nod. Linda pulled her tight shirt off and admired her firm, supple tits for a moment, before leaning down and sucking one of her nipples into her mouth. Carrie gasped and closed her eyes. She loved having her tits sucked! Linda worked on one while her hand kneaded and caressed the other one, then switched. Carrie could feel her pussy getting damp and remembered that she wasn’t wearing anything under her short skirt.
Linda stood up, smiling, and unfastened her jeans. Carrie watched as she wriggled out of them and tossed them aside. Her long, shapely legs were well-tanned and ran up to her white thong, which was a brilliant contrast to her tanned skin. She smiled at Linda and slowly pulled off her thong, doing a little strip-tease for her. She tossed them aside and turned to face her. She had a beautiful body! She was tiny, with a slender waist and a fully shaved pussy, which made her appear much younger. She slowly walked over and kissed Carrie, pulling her body close and sliding her hands down to her mini-skirt, then under it, caressing the globes of her tight, round ass. Carrie didn’t resist her advances, instead kissing her deeper and hugging her naked body to her nearly naked body even tighter. Linda moved her hands to the button on the back of Carrie’s skirt and undid it. She lowered the zipper and the skirt fell to the floor at her feet. Linda pulled away and studied her pubescent body. She was perfect! She cradled one of her tits and grinned at Carrie.
“Wanna taste?” Carrie hesitated, then slowly bent over and lightly kissed her hard nipple. “C’mon, suck on it! Bite it!,” Linda urged. Carrie opened her mouth and sucked the hard nipple between her lips and sucked hard on it. “Yess!!,” Linda said, losing her eyes and holding her face to her breast. “That feels wonderful!” Carrie sucked on one, then the other. She found Linda’s sighs and dirty talk made her pussy leak even more. After a few minutes, Linda pulled her face up to hers and kissed her.
“That was perfect, baby!” She once again took Carrie’s hand, spread her legs slightly, and moved it to her wet pussy. Carrie resisted at first, but a look from Linda eased her tension and she allowed her to continue. Linda pressed her fingers to her slit and sighed as Carrie touched her. It was very smooth, completely free of pubic hair, and also very wet. Linda moaned and pushed Carrie’s fingers inside her, then kissed her passionately. Carrie, unsure of exactly what to do, moved her fingers in and out of the wet hole. Linda moaned into her mouth and she knew she was doing the right thing. She pulled away and led Carrie over to her bed.
“I want you to taste my pussy,” she said, her eyes sparkling. Carrie looked down at her wet fingers and paused. She slowly shook her head.
“I . . . I don’t think I can do that!,” she said.
Linda smiled at her. “Sure you can! Just do what Steve did to you!”
Carrie shook her head and backed away. “I’m sorry. The other stuff was one thing, but this . . .” She shook her head emphatically. “I’m sorry.”
Linda frowned and sat up, looking at her sadly. “I’m sorry, too, honey. I really do like you, you know.”
Carrie, puzzled by her response, opened her mouth to ask her what she meant by that, when the door burst open. Donna walked in, followed by a young man with dark, curly hair wearing only a towel. Carrie, suddenly aware of her nudeness, vainly tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands. Donna fixed her with an icy stare, then glanced over at Linda, still sitting naked on the bed. Linda shrugged and stretched out, making no effort to cover herself or get dressed.
“Carrie,” Donna said, shaking her head as a teacher might if disappointed by a star pupil. “I had hoped you’d be a little more cooperative.” Carrie glanced over her shoulder at the man standing behind her. Donna continued. “As Linda told you, I make adult movies. Right now, there is a very hot demand for young girls. The one we started earlier will be your debut. But I need you to get some experience first; become comfortable enough to fuck and suck in front of the camera.” Carrie swallowed a huge lump in her throat. This couldn’t be happening to her! Donna looked over at Linda, who was flipping through a porn magazine.
“Linda told me she wanted to take you under her wing, teach you in a loving, caring way. She’s one of my best actors so I agreed to let her try, but I can’t afford to waste any more time babysitting you. Therefore, . . .” She gestured toward the man in the towel. “Bill is going to join you and we will be accelerating your training.”
Bill stepped forward, a thin smile on his face. Carrie looked desperately over to Linda, still lying on the bed. “I’m sorry, honey. I tried.” Donna looked at the three of them.
“Ok. I’ll leave you alone then. Linda, Bill, you know what to do.” She looked at Carrie, who was on the verge of tears. “Remember the rules. Disobey, and you will be severely punished. If Linda or Bill tell you to do something, you fucking well do it. Not licking Linda’s pussy was a freebie. There won’t be another. And if you think this is bad. . .” She gestured to the bed, and gave Carrie an icy stare. Her voice took on a threatening tone. “Then you don’t want to piss me off!” With one final look at them, she turned and left the room.
– To Be Continued… –