ENDURING SACRIFICE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

Part 1

"I don't want you to think that this is a reflection on you,
Melissa, but your clothes are really," Ms. Parker, Melissa's
teacher, paused. "Really rather, revealing."

Melissa stared at the floor harder. Her ears were already
starting to turn red. "I'm sorry, Ms. Parker." Holding her books
in one arm she nervously tried to tug down the hem of her skirt.
The tugging really couldn't make the threadbare skirt any longer
than it was.

Ms. Parker, seeing Melissa's ears redden, softened her tone even
more. "I'm sure your mother could get you something more
appropriate to wear. It's not uncommon for girls your age to have
growth spurts, to start developing."

"She was," Melissa said. "But then the car broke down, and,
well…."

Ms. Parker placed her hands on Melissa's shoulders. The faded
cotton of the girl's t-shirt was stretched tight over her body.
"I didn't mean to… I didn't realize that your family…" Ms.
Parker's words trailed off.

Melissa shifted nervously, keeping her eyes down. Would Ms.
Parker believe what she'd said? She really didn't like lying, but
she wasn't allowed to tell the truth. If she thought maybe
Melissa's parents didn't have money she wouldn't dig further.

"Okay." Ms. Parker said. "I don't want to make you late for the
bus. You can go now."

"Thank you, Ms. Parker." Melissa said. Without looking up she
turned and walked out of the classroom and down the hall. She
kept her books held to her chest. It was one way to stop others
from seeing her small, but obviously bra-less breasts bouncing.
She couldn't walk very fast, though, or her skirt would ride up
her thighs making it even shorter than it normally was.

By the time she made it to the bus all the seats were occupied by
at least one child. The younger ones tended to take the seats up
front, leaving boys and girls near Melissa's age to sit in the
back rows. She made her way down the narrow bus aisle.

"Want to sit with me, Melissa?" Gerald Porter said. He had one of
the seats over the bus' rear wheels. The wheel well rose up under
the portion of the bench seat nearest the window, making it
cramped for anyone sitting there. Gerald swung his legs out into
the aisle, offering Melissa the cramped seat.

Melissa would have refused the offer, if it had come from anyone
besides Gerald Porter. He was easily the best looking boy at
school, even if he was a grade ahead of her. His curly blonde
hair and blue eyes together with his cute smile made her willing
to put up with a lot worse than a wheel seat. She scooted between
him and the seat in front, her bare legs brushing against his
jeans-covered legs. The touch seemed electric to her. She
smoothed her skirt carefully under her bottom, trying to wish it
longer as she sat on the worn Naugahyde. She had to pull her legs
up on the wheel well for him to turn back in and sit next to her.

She turned, giving him a small, smile, lowering her books to her
lap. His flashing of white teeth in return made her tingle a
little in her special places. Then she saw his eyes, those so
bright blue eyes, running down from her face to her chest. She
bit her bottom lip, realizing that Gerald could see the
silhouette of her nipple poking against the thin cotton t-shirt.
She felt her ears burn again, even as his eyes wandered even
lower taking in her long, slender legs.

The tingle grew hotter. Gerald Porter, who could go with any girl
in school, was "checking her out".

"There's that dance. Next week. At school." Gerald said. Melissa
could see that he was nervous. Even if he was the best looking
boy in school some things weren't easy to say. "I was wondering,
you know, if you were, uh, gonna go?"

Was Gerald Porter asking her out on a date? GERALD PORTER!
Melissa felt her heart thud inside her chest, making her forget
about being cramped. Making her forget about many things. She
started to say 'yes' when reality came crashing back on her.

"My parents, they won't let me go." Melissa lowered her face to
the back of the seat in front of her. She had to blink fast to
try and hold back tears that wanted to get in her eyes. She had
given up so much. Did she have to miss out on this, too?

"Oh." Gerald said. Melissa could hear his disappointment, and
maybe something more. Gerald wasn't used to being turned down by
girls. "They won't let you even go, you know, by yourself?"

Melissa felt a lump in her throat. The unfairness at having to
miss out on going to a dance with Gerald Porter was not the worst
thing that she had to live with, but it felt so cruel right now.
"They… they don't want me… going out." She heard the sob she was
choking on as a tear escaped her right eye. She turned to look
out the window, wiping it away.

"Well… um… Okay." Gerald said. Melissa was surprised to feel his
hand, warm and slightly damp at the palm, laid across hers.

She turned to face Gerald, amazed that he would have anything to
do with her if she couldn't go out with him. As choked as she was
at her own helplessness, she felt her heart rising in adoration.

"It's okay. We can still, you know, be… well…" Gerald said.

Melissa didn't mind his lack of words. He showed that he liked
her, even after having to be turned down. Right then she felt as
though he could do no wrong.

The bus slowed. Melissa looked around. It took a moment for her
to realize that the bus was pulling to her stop. She felt the
lump of helpless pain rise in her throat once more. If only she
could have stayed on the bus forever, holding Gerald's hand.

It was not to be. The bus stopped and the driver held the door
open. She squeezed Gerald's hand before rising and making her way
down the aisle, down the steps. Leaving the safe, (and today)
happy, yellow school bus.

As the bus started away, she saw Gerald at the window, blowing
her a kiss. She reached out to grab it, pressing her hand to her
own lips, giggling. She blew one back, as the bus lurched
forward. She watched the bus grow smaller and smaller, finally
turning a corner and away from sight.

She got the mail out of the mailbox, that being one of her
chores. Holding the flyers, bills and junk mail, she made her way
up the path to the house her parents rented. She took out her key
and unlocked the front door, letting herself in.

She dreaded this part of the day, every school day. Coming home.
Today the house seemed more malevolent. It was part of what kept
her from being with Gerald at the dance.

She put her schoolbooks on the kitchen table, and then quickly
washed up the few dishes left soaking from breakfast. She then
sat at the table and did her assigned work as quickly as
possible. It was hard, though, to concentrate. Her mind kept
drifting to Gerald. The thoughts went from his holding her hand
to fantasies of kissing. Maybe more.

Getting the work right wasn't as important as making it seem she
had done her homework. Her parents didn't expect her to do well
in school. They didn't care about school, at all. Not for her. It
was just part of what she was expected to do. Having it completed
on time, though, was important. They didn't want anyone from the
school coming to check on Melissa at home.

Finishing her assignments she glanced at the clock and quickly
scooped up her work, putting the books and papers on the table
near the door for the morning. She turned to head down the hall
to her room when the door opened.

"Hello, mommy." Melissa said. She dropped to her knees and put
her lips to the tips of both shoes. Having done as she was
taught, she remained bent over, awaiting her fate.

"You are still wearing your school clothes, little cunt." Mommy
Karla said. Melissa knew from the tone that she was in trouble
already. "By the time I come home you are supposed to be changed.
You know that!"

"I'm sorry, Mommy. I had to do a lot of homework. I was just
finished and going to change. I will do that now if you wish."
Melissa hoped Mommy would accept this.

"I don't give a shit about that homework crap. It's of no use to
a slut like you! Strip down and get in the kitchen. I'll punish
you while I get dinner started."

"Yes, Mommy." Melissa stood up and quickly pulled off her
t-shirt, then her skirt. The cotton panties she wore under the
skirt fit her lower body extremely tightly. They were at least
two sizes too small. She peeled these down carefully. The elastic
in the waistband was starting to come loose and she didn't want
to lose another pair. Her shoes were taken off and put by the
door; she then pulled off her socks.

She bundled the clothing together and deposited it in a hamper in
the laundry room. She would need to do a load of wash soon. She
only had one more set of "school clothes" clean. Hopefully Mommy
and Daddy would give her time tonight.

Melissa entered the kitchen, and then bent her slender, naked
body over the kitchen table, the top cold against her flesh. The
cold made her nipples harden. She spread her legs, assuming a
position she'd taken many times. She could then reach out and
grasp the opposite edge of the table.

She could only wait and listen as Mommy Karla moved about the
kitchen, heels clicking on the cold linoleum floor. Mommy Karla
would get to her when she wanted to. It was part of how things
were now.

"Is there anything Mommy and Daddy need to know about going on at
school?" Mommy asked. She didn't want to know about Melissa's
grades. She wanted to know if the school was showing any interest
in Melissa that might mean they would have to move soon.

Gerald Porter asked me to the dance with him! Melissa wanted to
say. That wouldn't have been good to say to Mommy or Daddy,
though. There wasn't anyone who she could tell those things to.
Not now.

"Ms. Parker, my teacher, told me my clothes were too revealing."
Melissa dutifully reported. She couldn't ask for new clothes, but
if the school made an issue of things it could cause trouble.
Trouble that Melissa wanted to stay away from for a different
reason than Mommy and Daddy, but she wanted it to stay far away.

"That silly bitch. If she only knew how you dressed at home!"
Mommy said. She let out a giggle. Mommy's giggles never meant
Mommy was enjoying a joke. Mommy's giggles meant she was having
fun being cruel. "I suppose we'll hit a few yard sales this
weekend, or maybe see what's in the discount bins at the stores.
Remind me tomorrow." Mommy went back to working on dinner.

To take her mind off of waiting for the punishment, Melissa laid
her head on the table and thought again of Gerald. The feel of
his hand on hers. The kiss he had blown to her.

She jumped as Mommy Karla's hand rubbed between her legs. Too
late she realized she was damp.

"Wet? You don't usually get wet waiting for punishment, little
whore. What were you day dreaming about?" Mommy asked. Mommy
Karla stopped rubbing and shoved two stiff fingers into Melissa's
pussy. "You are really wet! Were you playing with yourself
instead of changing like you are supposed to?"

"No, Mommy!" Melissa said, hoping to avoid answering the earlier
question. Truth. Always tell the truth to Mommy and Daddy.
Getting caught in even a tiny lie meant really bad punishment. "I
wasn't playing with myself. That part is for Daddy and Mommy and
their Friends!"

"Well, maybe you are getting to be the slut your Daddy and I know
you are. It will be easier for you if you are." Mommy said,
pulling the fingers out. Mommy's hand grabbed Melissa by the
ponytail and yanked her head up. Two wet fingers were pushed into
her mouth. Melissa knew she had to suck and lick them clean. She
knew the flavor of herself on fingers and other things very well.
She licked and sucked trying to please Mommy by performing well.
Shame at having to do this still ate at her heart, but obedience
made life less painful.

Mommy was quiet as she pulled her fingers from Melissa's mouth.
Letting go of the girl's hair, she left Melissa in the punishment
position.

The sizzle of meat in the skillet and the smell of cooking beef
filled the kitchen. Dinner was probably Hamburger Helper, again.
The sounds covered other ones, though.

Melissa felt the sting before she realized she'd been hit. The
surprise caught her off guard, making her jump and let out a
short yelp. She heard Mommy Karla giggle as another strike hit
Melissa's naked ass cheeks. The strikes were coming with a small
popping noise. Melissa knew this was one of Mommy's favorite ways
of hurting her, a wet, rolled up dishtowel.

Mommy was very accurate with it. She had lots of practice using
it on Melissa.

Melissa flexed her bottom cheeks, wiggling her hips. Her small
bottom danced and squirmed. She couldn't rub. Even moving her
hands back, no matter how or where she hurt, would mean greater
pain would be used. Mommy Karla wanted her to hold position
without being tied. Holding position when being hurt made the
pain feel worse.

'No matter how much it hurts, we can always make it worse.' Mommy
had taught her that on the first night. She had proved this to be
true every time since that night.

"Let's give that naughty wet, slutty cunt of yours some warming."
Mommy said. She snapped the wet dishtowel out, catching Melissa's
pussy lips with a stinging blow.

Melissa squealed, her knuckles turning white as she fought the
urge to protect her body. Inside, her pussy tried to clamp down,
to squeeze the pain away, but the pain was already outside. The
squeezing couldn't help. Nothing could stop the pain when Mommy
or Daddy or one of their Friends wanted to hurt her.

Tears of pain, and of helplessness leaked from her eyes. She
panted, waiting for the next strike. Her body trembled, dreading
the next pain.

The scrape of a wooden spoon on metal told her she would wait
longer. Mommy Karla stirred the frying meat. Then running water,
the fat from the burger needing to be disposed of into the hot,
running water.

"Get me two cups of water, slut." Mommy Karla said. Melissa
sprang from her position over the table, getting the two-cup
measuring cup and running hot water into it.

"Good. Now, go and put on your home clothes. Daddy Paul will be
home soon." Mommy said.

Melissa was relieved that punishment had been light this time.
How much she got seemed to depend on how Mommy or Daddy felt. If
they were busy with something else she might not have to bear
much. She hurried to her room to get into clothes.

The rented house wasn't large, or new. The room she had was the
smallest one. No windows, white walls, a single over-head light.
Her bed was a thin mattress on the floor with some old military
surplus blankets and a thin pillow. There was a small closet and
a battered old dresser where she could keep clothing.

The closest thing to decoration in the room was a newspaper
clipping. It was the only thing she was allowed to keep, besides
her clothing. Daddy Paul had laughed when she'd asked for it, but
when he saw how it affected her he even put it in a frame.

The newspaper had become yellow, the black and white photographs
in the article a little less distinct. One image showed a man, a
woman and a young girl. The other photograph was an image of
Melissa, taken more than two years ago. The people in the first
photograph were her real Daddy, Mommy and younger sister.

The story's headline read: "Police still searching for missing
girl."

The newspaper gave her real name, not Melissa. It had been
printed in a city a long way from where she lived now. She looked
at the faces in the photograph of her real family, trying to
remember the sound of their voices. It got harder to do all the
time.

Paul and Karla had kidnapped her, taking her out of her safe
world and beginning the long nightmare her life had become.
Originally they had kept her locked up, only taking her out to
hurt her or make her do disgusting things.

She wasn't sure who had the idea to make her be her own jailor,
but she'd been shown this article, with Daddy Paul pointing to
her younger sister.

"You will obey us, and anyone we tell you to obey, do anything we
want and never, ever tell anyone about what goes on here. As long
as you do this, your little sister will stay alive. If you try to
go to the police it doesn't matter if they catch us or not. One
of our friends will make sure your Elittle sister dies!"

Melissa turned away from the photograph, knowing Mommy Karla
would be expecting her back in the kitchen soon. She had kept her
promise to Paul and Karla, hiding the truth, enduring everything
they and their Friends did to her, even calling them Mommy and
Daddy to help hide the truth.

Both Paul and Karla worked. They didn't want neighbors thinking
it odd that a school-aged girl wasn't in school, so they made
sure to put Melissa in a school wherever they went, usually under
a different first name and whatever phony last name they were
using in that place.

She opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out the leather
dog collar, wrapping it around her neck, buckling it, then
turning it so the dog tag hung in the front.

The cool metal tag was shaped like a dog bone. She knew what it
read without having to see it. A single word, the one she was
called most commonly at home. "SLUT."

She had to hurry and finish getting dressed. She pulled out a
stretchy, black, tube top only four inches wide. It, like many of
her clothes for home, started out as clothing for much younger
girls, picked up by way of yard sales or bargain stores. This one
squashed her small breasts, but she didn't have a lot of time to
be picky. She grabbed a white, pleated tennis skirt and stepped
into it. It had started out short on her, but Mommy had made her
shorten it even more so that the hem stopped just below her
pussy.

She went to the bathroom to urinate, catching sight of herself in
the mirror. So much of her body was bared it was almost like
being naked, only worse. Worse because Daddy Paul liked her to
look like this.

She went back to the kitchen, finding Mommy Karla going through
the mail while the Hamburger Helper simmered.

"Make some biscuits, slut, and set the table." Mommy said. She
didn't even look up from the bill she was looking at.

Melissa made the got the canned biscuits baking, then lay out
three place settings at the table. She wondered if her real
family still thought of her when they sat down to eat. Here no
one cared what she did in school as long as she kept the truth
hidden. No one asked how her day at school went. Here she had to
sit silent unless spoken to. She couldn't laugh, or tell jokes.
Melissa placed the napkin holder, then the salt and peppershakers
on the table. She got butter from the refrigerator, and then
checked the biscuits.

The biscuits were still baking when she heard the front door
open. She went to the living room and knelt at the feet of Daddy
Paul. She bent her head to kiss each of his shoes, as she had
Mommy Karla's earlier.

There were four shoes to be kissed. She kissed the extra pair of
shoes and waited to be allowed to rise. She didn't dare to look
up to see who had come in with Daddy, though she thought she
recognized the shoes.

"Hello, Melissa! My, don't you look yummy tonight!" The other
man's voice boomed out. Melissa had guessed right.

"Good evening, Doctor." Melissa said, her head still bowed.

"Is that you Doctor?" Mommy asked, from the kitchen. "Paul, why
didn't you let me know to expect company?"

"It was sort of last minute. He's got some business for us and
wanted to get Melissa ready for it."

"Oh? Well, that's good!" Mommy said. Melissa heard her walking
out of the kitchen toward the men. She couldn't see, with her
head still down at foot level.

"I don't mean to be a burden to you." The Doctor said. "I can
always catch something to eat later."

"No, no burden at all. I'm sure there will be enough." Mommy
said. "Why don't you come in and take a seat. Dinner is almost
ready."

"Slut, crawl into the kitchen and help Mommy serve dinner." Daddy
Paul ordered, nudging Melissa with his foot.

"Yes, Daddy." Melissa started crawling on her hands and knees.
She knew that because of her short skirt that The Doctor and
Daddy Paul could see her bottom and also between her legs. The
feeling of shame at being forced to do this made her feel worse
than normal. Of all of Paul and Karla's Friends The Doctor was
the one who seemed to treat her the nicest.

Business, though, meant that she would be given over to someone
for money. This happened about once a month. These people weren't
the Friends, who got to use her free.

"Get those biscuits out before they burn!" Mommy said. Melissa
got up from the floor and grabbed a potholder and got the tray
out of the toaster oven. The biscuits were a little crispy-brown
on top, but not burned. She got a wicker serving-basket down from
the top of the refrigerator and put a sheet of paper towel in the
bottom. Prying the biscuits up from the pan, she put them in the
basket and then placed it on the table.

She put another place setting on the table without being ordered.
The Doctor came up behind her and placed a hand on her bottom
under the short skirt. She paused, knowing that The Doctor had
privileges with her body.

His hand was warm and soft, rubbing and squeezing her bottom
cheeks. She looked down at the table in front of her, ears
turning red. She pushed her bottom into his hand, as she had been
made to many times before. Her body didn't belong to her. It
belonged to Mommy, Daddy and their Friends. The Doctor was an
important Friend.

"This little girl has the softest, most squeezable ass in town!"
The Doctor said.

"Oh, I don't know about that." Daddy Paul said, reaching out and
rubbing Mommy Karla's through her clothes. "This one is pretty
squeezable, too!"

"Mmm, not before dinner, dear. You start the engine you know you
have to drive me home!" Mommy said. She wiggled her bottom
against his groping hand, and then went back to serving the food.

"You drive me, babe. Drive me wild!" Daddy said. He grinned at
The Doctor. "Are you going to have a bite, or just squeeze the
fruit?"

The Doctor chuckled, finally taking his hands off of Melissa's
bottom. She avoided looking up as she sat in her seat, feeling
the cold, hard wood under her where her skirt couldn't cover. She
also felt the wetness between her legs. She put her hands in her
lap and waited to be told to eat.

Melissa tried to empty her mind. Being touched had made her wet.
It was part of what they trained her to do, not because she
wanted these things to happen to her. Memories from the past
months raced through her head. Karla rubbing her to wetness on
the First Night, making her squirm and moan. Paul making her put
her mouth on him while Karla licked down there. Crying and
moaning, his thing filling her mouth. Choking and gagging as he
pushed into her throat. Being called dirty names. Then…

NO! I didn't! Don't remember! Stop thinking!

"You can start now, slut." Daddy said. Melissa came back to here
and now. She picked up her fork and began eating, eyes down.

"So, there is business? Someone we know?" Mommy asked.

"No, this is someone new, but trustworthy. I've known him for
years, though never in this capacity." The Doctor said.

"What sort of job is it?" Daddy asked.

"Pretty vanilla. This man has a son who is getting to be old
enough to want to do things with girls. He wants the boy to be
broken in, but he doesn't want any risk. No diseases, no
pregnancy and especially no disappointments." The Doctor said.

"So, our little slut gets to take a cherry herself! Ha! I guess
it's about time. She's done just about everything else." Daddy
said.

"Do you think she can handle it? She might have to coax him." The
Doctor said. "It is very important to me that this man be
satisfied with the results."

"I'm sure that we can impress upon our little slut that she needs
to not fuck up. Just fuck." Mommy said. "She knows that mistakes
and failure are not tolerated."

"Yes, I'm sure she does. As to disease I'm able to testify to her
being clean." The Doctor said. "Pregnancy is one of the reasons I
wanted to come over in person. This man wants the event to happen
within the next two weeks and Melissa is just about due for her
next injection."

Melissa knew the injections The Doctor gave were to keep her from
getting pregnant. They also made her not have her period. She got
them about every three months.

"So you thought you'd give it a little early." Mommy said.
"That's not a bad idea." "Nor really bad for her, medically
speaking. The literature says that she is covered for up to three
weeks after her target date, but she should have no negative
side- effects from getting it a little early." The Doctor said.
"I don't know why you just don't tie her tubes." Mommy said.

"Because I don't want that done. She would draw attention,
pregnant at her age, but later on someone may want to own a
breeding slave." Daddy Paul said. Breeding slave. Melissa felt
her ears burning again. Was that worse than what she was now? To
her mind, it felt that way. It would be worse to be made pregnant
like this, against her will. To be a mother from one of the
Friends, carrying a baby made by them. She shuddered, knowing
that the baby would not grow up normal.

"Just so long as you aren't the father." Mommy said. "You will
not make her pregnant. I won't allow it."

Melissa was aware of a very long silence. She didn't look up. It
seemed like Paul and Karla were not agreeing about something.

"If I may, we still have to make sure Melissa is up to the job at
hand." The Doctor said, breaking the awkward silence. "I've felt
out the client and he sees no problem in there being another
woman with the girl hired. Not to do anything, of course, but to
help make sure things run smoothly. He's willing to pay quite a
good price for excellent service."

"You think it should be me, not Paul with her?" Mommy asked.
"Why?"

"A young boy, his first time. Paul, for all of his fine
qualities, isn't exactly conducive to a, ah, romantic setting for
a boy." The Doctor said.

"Okay, so I help set the scene and make sure Melissa doesn't
disappoint. Does daddy's boy need his dick held for him, too?"
Mommy asked.

"I doubt that will be necessary. I knew that one of us should be
on hand for security's sake. I know you let her go to school, but
as far as I know you haven't let anyone outside the circle of
Friends use her unattended." The Doctor said. "You seemed the
logical choice."

"Okay, just so long as no one calls me 'madam'." Mommy said.

Melissa had finished her food. Being talked about like she wasn't
there was part of how things were since Paul and Karla had taken
her away from her real family. Sitting and listening, like she
wasn't there, made her feel funny. Not good funny. More like a
pet they were keeping.

As she shifted the tag on her collar reminded her of its
presence. She was a pet, wasn't she? A collared pet slut. Melissa
shuddered at the thought, trying to fight feeling other things.

"So, you want to put Melissa through her paces? See how well she
can raise the old soldier? I don't know about your client's boy,
but when I was young I could get hard if the wind blew. Hand me a
little slut like Melissa and I'd be all over her." Daddy said.

"Melissa, get these plates to the sink and start washing up!"
Mommy said. Even though Melissa was already starting to stand up
to follow the command, Mommy Karla reached out and slapped her
across the chest, leaving a burning pain on her left breast and
across both nipples.

Melissa bit back a startled cry, gathering the dishes and making
a hasty retreat to the sink, out of range. Sometimes Mommy got
mad at her when she hadn't done anything. Usually it happened
when Paul made some comment about Melissa, how she looked. If he
said anything vaguely positive Karla started being mean to her.

The three adults left the table, leaving Melissa to wash the
dishes by hand. It wasn't that hard to do. She was actually glad
to have some private time where she could just do and not think
about what was happening.

After she had dried and put away the dishes, she returned to the
living room. Mommy and Daddy were on the couch, letting The
Doctor use the big easy chair that Daddy normally sat in. Melissa
stood still, waiting to be told what to do.

"I think for this project we should dress her differently. This
isn't one of the Friends. The boy will expect her to look
attractive, but not overtly sexual." The Doctor said, running his
eyes over her. Melissa turned her eyes to the floor, feeling the
wetness coming back.

It is not me that wants this. It's what they want me to do.
Melissa thought. It made it easier to remember who made her do
these things, who wanted her to get wet. It wasn't her fault.

"Maybe a little black dress, with a low neckline, something that
shows off her back and legs?"

"I suppose. What underwear should we get for her? Bra? Panties?"
Daddy asked. "Hmmm, she really doesn't require a bra, and then
our client's boy doesn't need to figure out how to take one off.
Panties, yes. Maybe thong panties. Isn't that what girls her age
want to wear these days?" The Doctor said.

"All I know is I see enough jailbait walking around with them
sticking up out of their pants, wanting the whole world to know
they are wearing ass floss." Daddy Paul said. "What about hair?
Make up?"

"That's part of what I'm not sure on. I don't think we need to
have her hair dolled up fancy. It's supposed to get messed up,
after all. No, I was more worried that the boy might fixate upon
her. She's going to be his first fuck. He might think he is in
love or some shit. I thought maybe we'd get her a mask." The
Doctor said. "So she becomes the Mystery Girl. It would never do
to have him see her and start trying to find girls who look like
her. The dye job on the hair won't stop him from making a
connection if he stumbles across one of those missing children
posters."

"Okay, so we'll get her a mask. The Mask of Slutto!" Daddy Paul
laughed, with The Doctor joining in.

"Now, let's see how little Melissa performs. Girl, I want you to
start teasing me, without touching. Pretend I'm a stranger and
you want me to get hard for you." The Doctor said.

Melissa swallowed. The things he wanted her to do were new. No
one had really needed her to lure them into getting excited by
her. Just being her, and being given to them had been enough.

With her eyes on the floor she tried to imitate some of the
things she had watched women do in the dirty movies Daddy Paul
sometimes watched. She started to rub her small breasts through
the tight tube top.

"You've got to look at me, child, not the floor. I'm over here."
The Doctor prompted.

Melissa raised her eyes to look at him. When her eyes met his she
started blushing. No one had wanted her to do this before. To
show herself off more than the clothes she wore did. Some even
seemed to like it when she tried to resist. They only wanted to
see her eyes to see if she was afraid of them or being hurt.

Melissa looked in The Doctor's, her fingers rubbing over the
stretchy material on her breasts. She squeezed at the small
breasts, rubbing her thumbs over the nipples.

"Now, think sexy thoughts. Think of wanting to get someone to
touch you, instead of your own hands. Anyone at all." The Doctor
said.

Wanting someone to touch her? Not Daddy Paul or Mommy Karla. Not
even The Doctor, as gentle as he was. Who, in the entire world,
would she want to have touching her this way?

Gerald. She did want Gerald touching her. She would want to show
him how to touch her body. All the places that Daddy Paul and
Mommy Karla had touched that felt good.

She concentrated hard. It wasn't The Doctor. It was Gerald
sitting there. Paul and Karla were gone. She was going to show
Gerald how much she wanted him.

She licked her lips, lowering her eyelids a little. She put her
palms against her breasts, pushing her breasts into them, rubbing
her nipples into her hands. Like this, Gerald. Tease my nipples
like this. She moved her hands down, pushing up on her breasts,
offering them to Gerald.

I know things other girls don't Gerald. I can do things other
girls can't. You want to be with me, Gerald. I can love you.

She could feel the tingle between her legs, the wetness starting.
Her heartbeat and breathing were faster. As long as she thought
of Gerald, blocking out reality, she could do this.

One hand went down and slid along her inner thigh. She thought
about pulling her skirt up, but decided a tease woud be sexier.
She drew her hand up, sliding against her pussy lips, letting the
skirt stay down, just barely hiding her pussy lips. This made the
tingle hotter, and she rubbed herself against her hand, her hips
twisting, pumping against it. Her hand came out from under the
skirt damp with her wetness.

I'm wet for you, Gerald. She moved the hand up, licking the
wetness, her tongue out where he could see it.

"Damn, she is turning into a hot slut!" Daddy Paul said. Melissa
fought to block out the sound. He wasn't here. It was just Gerald
and she.

"Amen to that! Keep going, girl, show me you want it!" The Doctor
said.

Melissa pulled the tight tube top down, exposing her small
breasts. Yes, Gerald, I'll show you. See how hard my nipples are?
I want you to kiss them. Suck them. Yes, Gerald, even bite them.
See me pinch them? Oh, god, I want you!

"You two watch your little slut show herself off. I'm bored with
this shit!" Mommy Karla said. She stalked past where Melissa
stood, almost bumping into the girl. She went down the short hall
to her bedroom, slamming the door.

Melissa had jumped back to reality. The anger in Karla's voice
was a sure sign she was in trouble, trouble that would hurt a
lot. She lowered her eyes to the floor, her arms going to her
sides.

Daddy Paul sighed. "I better find out what that's all about."

"Paul? Please let her know that we can't have Melissa doing this
job covered in bruises and welts. Please. Having her show up
looking like she's been beaten isn't going to make this work. It
could even bring unpleasant attention to our group. She," The
Doctor said, tilting his head down the hall, "has to understand
that."

Paul nodded, then went down the hall. He knocked, then opened the
door. Melissa could hear Karla starting to raise her voice before
the door closed. A few moments of awkward silence filled the
living room as muted voices came from behind the closed door.

The Doctor saw Melissa was no longer performing. "You know, you
did a very, very good job. I think you'll do wonderfully."

"Thank you." Melissa said. She wanted to retreat to her bedroom,
too. She couldn't, though, unless The Doctor let her.

"Come over here to me, darling. I want to show you how hot you
made this old man." The Doctor patted his lap.

Melissa walked closer to him, regretting that she had to stop
thinking about Gerald. She sat in the Doctor's lap, keeping her
eyes down. She felt his fingers sliding up her inner thigh and
she opened her legs. She'd been touched there often since the
nightmare began. They always wanted her to open her legs.

The Doctor put an arm around her shoulder and made her lean
against his chest as his fingers found her pussy, still wet for
her fantasy of Gerald. She felt the big fingers sliding between
her wet pussy lips.

"Such a wet little girl. I knew you could be really hot, if given
the chance. You like showing off like that, don't you?" The
Doctor said. He pushed a finger into Melissa, shoving it in deep.

Not for you, I don't. She couldn't say that. She had to keep The
Doctor happy, the same as with all of the Friends.

"Yes, I liked it." She said. She squeezed his finger inside her.
She'd learned that men liked to feel her do that. If she didn't
do it they sometimes hurt her. That made her squeeze down, too.
Easier to do it this way.

The Doctor began to rub his thumb against her clit. He had a very
good touch there, almost as good as Karla could do when she
wanted to. Melissa didn't have to pretend to moan. She didn't
want to, but her body was making her ready for what the man
wanted.

"Hot little girl slut. Wanting to be fucked hard, aren't you?"
The Doctor said. "You want Doc to give you his hard cock!"

"Yes, Doctor, please give me your hard cock. Put it in me hard."
It was almost the same every time. The men wanted her to say
dirty things, ask them to do what they were going to do anyway.
She had to be hurt to make her do it the first few times. She
found out, though, that saying them meant the men wouldn't hurt
her. Not as much. Usually. She still cringed inside to say those
words. It hurt, almost to tears to do it, but hurting inside
didn't hurt outside.

"Down on your knees, little slut!" The Doctor said. He was
breathing faster. Melissa could already feel his cock hard inside
his pants. "I want you to beg for my cock in your mouth!"

Melissa slid to her knees, between The Doctor's legs. "Please,
please let me take your cock in my mouth. Please let me suck it."
She kept her eyes on the bulge. Usually men wanted that, not
caring to meet her eyes. It was easier to look them in the crotch
when she said those things. It was less like she was saying them
to the man that way.

"Look me in the eyes, Melissa. I want to see you beg with your
eyes." The Doctor said. Melissa knew she would have trouble doing
this. The Doctor may not be as violent as some of the Friends,
but he was still one of them. He would get her to do what he
wanted.

Melissa tried to make Gerald re-appear in her mind, sitting here
instead of The Doctor. This close it wasn't as easy. The Doctor
was so different. An idea came to her of how to stall. It was
from something one of the Friends had made her do.
She leaned into The Doctor's lap and started rubbing her face
against his bulge. She rubbed her lips and cheeks against it,
kissing through the cloth. She made herself moan as she did this.
She heard The Doctor moaning, too. He liked it.

It is Gerald. It is Gerald. I'm doing this to Gerald.

She looked up, eyes looking into eyes. "Please. Please give me
your cock to suck. Please let me suck your cock!"

She could do it, for Gerald.

"Pull it out, little girl. God, you are hot tonight!" The Doctor
said. He shifted his hips, making it easier for Melissa to open
his pants.

She did, thankful that she could stop looking up at him. It was
so hard, this close, to pretend.

With his cock out, warm and hard in her hand she felt herself
back on familiar ground. The Doctor was circumcised, the swollen
head of his cock flushed red. A tiny, but growing, drop of
pre-cum oozed from the slit at the tip.

Melissa licked the little part of The Doctor's cock that fit like
a point up into the split in the mushroom head. While Paul and
Karla and the Friends didn't care if she knew how to do math they
did make sure she was trained at pleasing cocks and pussies. She
tickled this sensitive portion of the man's cock with her tongue.
The Doctor moaned, showing she was scoring high marks. When she
ran her pointed tongue through the slit at the tip of his cock,
licking up the pre-cum, his hips rose, pushing his cock up at
her.

Melissa kept her head down, concentrating on his cock, avoiding
The Doctor's eyes. Opening her mouth wide she surrounded the
mushroom-shaped tip of his cock. Closing her lips around it, she
sucked and licked, running her tongue around and around the head.
She began to stroke the shaft of his cock, wrapping her fingers
around it, rubbing it up and down.

Once, years before she was kidnapped, her class had gone on a
field trip to a dairy farm. The farmer had shown them how cows
used to be milked by hand, squeezing and pulling on the cow's
long teat. She'd seen milk come out of it. That was how she
thought about stroking men's cocks now. She was squeezing and
pulling toward the tip, eventually the milky, thick cum would
squirt out.

The Doctor put his hand on her ponytail. Melissa winced, feeling
his grip there. She'd hoped that maybe this time she could just
lick the end and stroke. Sometimes he let her do it that way.

"Open wide, little girl. Here comes the choo-choo." The Doctor
said. Melissa tried to relax her throat as his hand began to push
her head down, forcing her mouth to take more and more of his
cock.

This didn't hurt as much as when men put it in her butt, but it
made her feel worse. She could forget about why it hurt when a
man put his thing in her behind. It hurt, she could concentrate
on the pain.

Her behind didn't have teeth. She had a way to stop it from being
put in her mouth. She could bite. She could hurt him.

The first time she'd done this Mommy Karla had whipped her all
over her body, over and over for two days. She hadn't used a wet
towel for that. She had used a thing made of leather with many
tails. There had not been a second time.

Letting a man force into her mouth and throat still felt to her
like she let them. Like she wanted them to do it.

The Doctor hit the backs of her mouth, making her gag and cough.
She fought the urge. It was what she had been made to do so many
times. Her mouth filled with his fleshy pole, her jaws already
aching, she felt him shove deeper. The ridge of flesh around the
tip scraped the back of her throat where the little hangy-down
thing was before going deeper.

Melissa felt his cock-head filling her throat. Stretching it.
Blocking air from getting in. She still needed to gag. He pulled
her head back, letting her breathe out and in once before going
back into her throat.

"Sweet little cock-sucking girl. Gagging on my big meat. Yes,
baby, you take my cock so good!" The Doctor said, more to himself
than to Melissa. His hips were rising as he pushed her head down,
going in deeper still.

She felt her lips hit the fingers she still had wrapped around
the base of his cock. She moved her hand out of the way. If she
didn't his thrusts might make her cut her lip as he pulled and
thrust, smashing the lip between finger and teeth. It had
happened before.

Making the right noises sometimes helped make this part go
faster. She began to make moaning and whimpering sounds in her
throat with his cock shoved in. It made it harder to not gag when
she did, but also made men shoot faster.

Suddenly The Doctor pulled her head all the way off his cock.
Melissa gasped, expecting a rush of hot, gooey cum to be landing
on her face and in her mouth. She had to catch her breath now or
choke when he began shooting.

"No, not like this. I want some of that tight little cunt. Yeah,
baby girl, I want to fuck your cute little pussy with my big
cock!" The Doctor said. He pushed Melissa's head away from
between his legs. "Lay on your back."

Melissa moved back from the chair, laying on her back in the
middle of the living room floor. Her tube top already askew, she
spread her legs. The short tennis skirt hid nothing in this
position. She waited for The Doctor to get between her spread
legs and fuck her as he wanted.

He was still sitting in the chair, though. "I want to see you
play with it. Rub your little pussy for me, Melissa. Look at me
while you rub it. Finger it. Show me how horny you are." The
Doctor said. His cock still stood up in his lap. His hands
gripped the arms of the chair, seeming to Melissa as though he
did this to keep from stroking his cock.

With some distance from him, and the recent practice, it was
easier to make The Doctor become Gerald in her mind. Melissa put
her right hand down between her spread thighs, watching the
person in the chair. She began to raise her hips, rubbing her
pussy against the palm of her hand. Her left hand reached for her
left breast, finger and thumb rolling the nipple there.

"I'm feeling so hot! I need you to fill me, fill my hungry hole!"
Melissa said. She concentrated hard on the person in the chair
being Gerald. If he were here this would be okay. She wanted to
do this for him. Only him.

She felt herself getting wetter. For Gerald. She put two of her
slender fingers inside her wet pussy, making sure Gerald could
see her do it. She pumped them in and out.

See, I can give this to you, Gerald. It's okay. I'm not a virgin
like the other girls. I can make you feel so good. You want me,
Gerald. You want me because you can do things with me. Melissa's
fantasy made the wrong of being here something better, something
right. She wasn't a virgin and could give Gerald what he would
want better than other girls.

She stroked her swelling clit with her thumb as she fucked the
fingers in and out, feeling her pussy squeezing down on them as
her pleasure increased. She had been made to cum before, often by
Karla and later by Paul after Karla showed him what she did. They
had made her learn how to fake it, too.

This was the first time, though, that Melissa thought she might
cum on her own. No, not on her own. Not her choice. For Gerald.

"Stop fingering. Spank your pussy. Spank your naughty, wet,
little pussy!" The Doctor/Gerald said.

Melissa stopped fingering with a moan of frustration. She
flattened her hand out, raising it a little, then bringing down
with a wet smack on her swollen, wet cunt lips. Her hips rose as
the touch entered her. She squeezed her left nipple harder. She
gasped loudly.

"Harder! I want to hear you do it harder!" The Doctor/Gerald
commanded.

Anything for you Gerald, Melissa thought. Even this.

She raised her hand higher, bringing it down harder. The wet slap
was louder. Instead of just a dull impact her fingers made a
sting on her swollen cunt lips. She felt the pain on her cunt
lips, but instead of it being pain it was almost an electric
sensation in her clit.

Melissa whimpered, her hips bucking against her hand. She pinched
and twisted her nipple with her left hand, the pain prolonging
the pleasing tingle in her clit. "More, bad girl. Punish your wet
little cunt more. You are a dirty little slut and need to be
spanked!" The Doctor said. Would Gerald call her names? Was he
calling her names?

If he wanted to he could. She would let him. She would be a slut
for him. She'd been one for men she didn't like. She could be the
best slut Gerald ever saw. "Yes, YES!" Melissa said. Her slapping
hand began to strike over and over. Each slap made her hips jump
higher, her clit swollen and throbbing with the charge building
in her body. Her left hand let go of her left nipple, now
grabbing and pinching at the right. New pain, fresh pain, driving
her body up higher. She could feel her stomach muscles tighten,
like the spring on a mechanical toy being wound up. Her pussy
muscles were clenching and clenching again, trying to squeeze at
something, anything. Her bottom, raised off the floor by her
aching thrust up to the pain didn't really settle back to the
floor anymore. Her feet were flat on the floor, raising her hips
into the pleasure-pain.

She couldn't look at Gerald anymore. She was whipping her head
back and forth with each slap. Shaking her head no against the
pain, but craving where it was taking her. She knew she was
panting and moaning faster with each slap. Being so slutty for
Gerald.

Gerald was there, between her legs, yanking her hand away before
she could slap again. He had his cock out and was pushing it
against her pussy. Her pussy, sore from the spanking welcomed his
pain. His cock stretching her empty cunt, filling it, feeding it.

Gerald…

The Doctor was over her instead, inside of her. She opened her
mouth to tell him to stop, pull out, give her back to Gerald, but
it was too late. Her body had been wound too tight. The tension
burst forth and she screamed, feeling her cunt clamping around
The Doctor's cock. She felt her belly tighten into a knot of
terrible, bright release.

She was cumming on The Doctor's cock. Hard. His cock was ramming
into her as deep as it could go. Her bottom was pinned to the
floor under his weight. She realized her legs were wrapped around
his hips, trying to pull him even deeper. What would Gerald
think?

As her orgasm past the peak, reality slid back down over her like
curtain on a stage.

Gerald had never been here. Only The Doctor and her imagination.

"GODDAMN! WHAT A FUCK!" The Doctor said. His voice was strained,
his hips mashed to her little pelvis. His breath panting in and
out rapidly.

Melissa felt the jerking of his cock inside her that always meant
a man had cum. Each jerk sent a pulse through her body, her own
orgasm fading. She started to shake as the tension her body had
been under was finally released in full.

The Doctor ground into her as his cum flooded her little pussy.
As he began to soften he pulled out, leaving Melissa to feel the
oozing of the cream-thick cum between her pussy lips.

Melissa was still shaking. She started to bring her hands up to
her face, to roll over, turning away from the man who had just
fucked her. Her heart wanted to stop beating at the humiliation.
This man, one of the Friends, had made her cum on his cock. That
part had always been forced out of her, or faked. It had never
been something she wanted to have happen. Now her body had
betrayed her, letting her enjoy being used by one of these
people.

She had behaved like the slut they always called her.

She wanted to curl up and die. Hot tears of anger and shame
flooded her eyes.

For the first time in many months she began to pray. She'd
stopped when God didn't send the police to rescue her. Why pray
when God was so uncaring as to let these people keep her?

This time, though, she didn't pray for rescue, or for the safety
of her parents and little sister. She prayed to God to let her
die.

Someone pulled her hands down from her face. She couldn't see
through the tears. Something wet, musky smelling was being thrust
against her lips.

"Clean my cock, little girl. You deserve to after that fuck! Man,
I think I can still feel it!" The Doctor said. He had a grip on
her hair. It was his wet, cum-covered cock being pushed against
her lips.

Sobbing, Melissa opened her mouth, her prayer to uncaring God cut
short. She took his wet cock into her mouth, sucking and licking
the salty flavor of his cum and her own, sweeter wetness from his
flesh.

Deserve. Yes. She deserved to be treated like this, like a slut.
She had acted like one.