____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Resort by Mandi More (email@example.com) *** An adolescent virgin begins a new life as a sex slave at a foreign resort. (M+/g, extreme-ped, nc, rp, 1st, voy, oral, anal) *** I stumbled slightly, which made the men in the room laugh. I wasn't used to high heels, and these were 7-inch stilettos, clear plastic stripper style. Adding to my balance problem, my breasts. It was my first time showing off my new DDD implants. I was only 4'9 and 90 lbs (before an extra 30lbs of silicone was pumped into me). It felt like weights constantly dragging my chest forward. My name is Amanda (Mandi), and I was 12-years-old that spring. My life had changed so much in the 6 months prior that I don't know where to begin. I guess it started when my Mom met Ted. At first, I was happy. He was nice, good-looking, good to Mom, and he spoiled me. I'd never known my real dad. He and Mom never got married, and he left before I was two. Mom tried to track him down a few times, but he'd disappeared (I think he started using a fake name so that he didn't have to pay child support). Mom dated, and there was a series of guys hanging around the apartment while I was growing up, mostly losers. I guess that being a single mother she attracted a lot of bottom feeders looking for an easy lay, and since she was lonely, I guess that's what she was. Ted was different, or at least he seemed different. He also had a lot of money. He bought us things, took us places. All of a sudden I had designer clothes like the snobby "mean girls" at my school did. And I would come to school on Monday mornings with stories of the trips I'd gone on over the weekend. Ted even called me his "princess". He married my Mom just a couple of months later, and he legally adopted me. I was thrilled; we went to live in his house, which was about the size of the entire apartment building we'd live in before. My room had a pink canopy bed, and a life size carousel horse. It was Christmas time. By February Mom was dead. Officially it was an overdose, her Xanax combined with the Oxycontin she'd just been prescribed after dental surgery. Ted said he thought she was groggy and in pain, and forgot how many doses she'd already taken. The medical examiner agreed with him. I had a feeling it wasn't what happened. I'd seen him waking her up every hour or so, handing her more pills to swallow while she was too out of it to realize what she was doing. I never said anything. I was young, and not entirely sure of what I'd seen, or even if he'd been doing something wrong. And even if he'd done it, I couldn't imagine why he'd done it on purpose; he seemed to love her so much. I really didn't have any other family. Mom would never talk about her own parents. I knew that if I had said anything to get Ted thrown in jail, or even if he decided that didn't want me, I'd probably end up in a group foster home. Some kids at school were from those places, they talked about it like it was hell on earth. I was scared it was where I would end up. I was so glad when Ted said WE were going on vacation. It was winter in Chicago, and he said we needed some time away to heal from everything. He owned a place in Belize. I was so glad he wanted me with him. I already had my passport; we'd been planning a trip down there for him and Mom to spend their first Valentine's Day. He raped me the first night we were there. He was sitting on a chair, and wanted me to sit on his lap. Pretty soon he was pushing up my nightgown, and unzipping his pants. It was the first time I'd seen an erect penis, and his cock was huge, almost 9 inches, I would later learn. He lifted my ass up and lowered me onto it. I began screaming, all he did was put his hands on my hips and push me down on it harder. I'd never even had a tampon inside me before, and now I had his massive cock. The stretching made it feel like it was burning. "God!" He moaned, "so fucking... so fucking tight!" I honestly thought I would split in two, right up the center. A maid was in the room, and some of the other house staff was in the next room, but no one cared. They didn't speak English, and were being paid too much money to ever say anything, even if they'd been able to understand me. And I realized later that I was far from the first girl they'd watched him do it to. A friend of Ted's who lives down there is a plastic surgeon; he's the one who did my breasts. I was skinny, and looked even younger than the 12 I'd just turned, and Ted said the huge implants (which weighed almost 15 lbs each by the time it was done) were even hotter looking than they'd be on a grown woman, because of the contrast. They had to insert the implants only half filled, and fill them up the rest of the way a little at a time over the next few weeks. I'd only been an A cup before, and it was the only way they could get the skin to stretch enough. As soon as the incisions healed, I quickly found out why I'd been given my new tits. There was a big resort next to Ted's villa on the beach that catered to men who liked young girls. Ted was part owner (it was how he'd made his money), and even though they now had people procuring girls full time, he still regularly found new "meat" for it himself. In my case, no one back home really asked too many questions about why I never came back after my "vacation". After what happened to Mom I think they just assumed we'd moved. My first night "working" I was in a haze. My skinny legs were perched on the stripper heels, my massive tits kept making me tilt forward. A few times I tipped over completely. The first guy who motioned with his finger to call me over was probably 60, completely bald and very fat. He told me to bend over and grab my ankles, which wasn't as easy as it sounds, under the circumstance. I was naked except for my heels, and my bare, bald cunny was completely exposed to him. He stuck a couple of fat fingers into it from behind. Another guy had a camera. I saw the picture later, a tiny, blond girl with porn star tits bent over in front of the fat, bald old man, as he smiled a huge grin, straight into the camera, lazily finger fucking me. Some of the girls were like me, with implants, and fake lips, others natural. All of us learned very quickly to cooperate. We weren't just threatened with punishment, we were indoctrinated into the whole idea of what we were "there for". We existed only to give pleasure. Our worth was measured in the orgasms we gave our Masters. All men were addressed as "Sir" unless otherwise instructed ("Daddy" was the most frequent secondary request of course). We were so completely isolated we quickly believed everything they told us. We worshipped them. There was a large main building, basically like a strip club, were we would spend most of our time when not with a client (or sometimes with, if they wanted they could be serviced right there). We danced on stage around the poles, or sat dressed up in slutty costumes on the circular couches, waiting to be picked. We were taught to speak in "baby" talk, and voices. Oral sex was called "Yum Yum," and that's how we were taught to perform it, like we were licking and sucking on the yummiest piece of candy, even making "Mmmm" and "Yum !"sounds around the cocks between our lips, unless we were gagging so much from being throat fucked that we couldn't. "Want some candy Mandi?" asked a middle age man in glasses. "Mmm, yesth Sir, yesth pleathize" I lisped in reply. I smiled up at him, nodding my head as though he'd offered me a Popsicle. He unzipped right there, pressing the cockhead to my bubblegum-pink painted lips. "MMMMMmmmmm!!!!" I sighed as it sank into my mouth. I was in heaven feeling it harden against my tongue. My eyes crossed as I looked down to watch it go in and out of my mouth. "Ahh yeah" he moaned "Good little girl" *** I am moaning, my ass stretched beyond belief. I'm spread out on a lounge chair by the pool, with someone's fist deep inside my ass. Someone else had shoved a beer bottle inside my cunny, and I'm already so full I think I'll explode. Then I feel a man reach up and roughly yank it out, making a huge "plop" sound. Soon his fist replaces the bottle, and battles for space with the fist invading my ass. It is exactly one year since my first night at the resort. My nipples are so distended now they look like pieces of rubber. Daddy Ted has them pierced, and there's a chain attached to them that connects to my collar. The man above me begins pulling on them, which makes me cum, then pulls harder, which makes my collar constrict and makes me choke. That makes me cum to. Daddy Ted walks by, and smiles. I smile back and wave "Hi Daddy!" A year ago I'd panicked so badly at being fisted that it was the only time I got into serious trouble, and had to be severely punished (electrical shocks). I'm proud that I can now take fists with pleasure. In addition to an adult porn stars silicone tits, I have an adult porn stars stretched out, heavy lipped cunt on my 13-year-old body. This means some of the men here no longer want to fuck me, but there are still a lot who are even more turned on. Pete, the big fat man from my first night here squats over me and lowers his knees on the cushion on either side of my shoulders, then lowers his ass. I take each of his ass cheeks into my hands and spread them (not an easy thing, Pete is almost 400 lbs.). He lowers himself more, until his asshole is resting on the tip of my tongue. I begin rimming him, then tongue fucking him in and out, as he lowers his ass harder onto my face, making it hard to breathe. When I do breath I can smell his ass, just like I can taste it on my tongue. "Mmmm, clean it up real good Mandi, I just took a shit, and you know I can't reach much back there". Pete is so heavy he can barely wipe himself, if one of the girls is around we do it, but if there isn't one of us usually licks him clean afterward. He's the founder of the resort, and we do our best to keep him happy. It's considered an honor to clean his asshole. My lips are pumped full of collagen, which makes it easier to give blow jobs, but harder to rim assholes. But I know this is not an excuse, and do my absolute best. After I'm done, and the men fisting me pull out, I'm turned over, face down, ass up, and the guy in my ass replaces his hand with a plastic funnel with a very long spout, like the kind they use on car engines. Pete puts his penis inside it and lets out an extremely long stream of piss (he'd been drinking beer all night). The funnel is so deep it acts as an enema. They pull out the funnel and replace it with a butt plug (a big one, my ass is stretched out these days) and laugh as I painfully stumbled off the lounge chair, and waddle off to Steve's room. Steve isn't really into piss and shit; he's more into seeing me in pain. He loves to watch me moan and clutch my cramping belly while it's filled with harsh enema solution (or piss, as in this case). Sometimes he makes me wait hours before he lets me go to the bathtub where he yanks the plug out. He's standing at the door when I get there, laughing as I waddle and stumble with my huge titties and packed ass on 8-inch stripper heels. "Oh Mandi, if only every stupid little cunt knew her place as well as you do" I smile. It's a genuine smile, as hard as it is to please a guy like Steve; I know I'm completely worthless unless I can do it. Inside his room he duct tapes the plug in my ass to make sure the motion of what we're about to do doesn't make it pop out, and then makes me sit on his cock, extending my ass outward. I'm moaning in pain, begging for release, but I know it could be hours away. My pigtails bounce as I start to ride him, the pressure in my ass and belly are almost unbearable. I begin to cum. To be continued?