ENDURING SACRIFICE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

Part 2

"I'm happy to see that you managed to get some different clothes,
Melissa." Ms. Parker said. "I know you didn't mean to, but you
were showing an awful lot of yourself. I hope you are more
comfortable, too."

"Yes, Ms. Parker." Melissa said. Mommy Karla had gotten her some
newer clothes. Today Melissa had on a short, blue denim skirt and
a white blouse. She held her books to her chest, trying to help
hide the fact that she didn't have a bra on. Mommy Karla hadn't
gotten one for her and the white blouse didn't hide the darker
flesh of her aureole and nipples.

"You are really very attractive, Melissa. I know the boys in
class spend a lot of time looking at you." Ms. Parker said. She
stepped closer to the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder. The
blouse, though used, felt newer. It didn't hug her breasts as
much as some of her old school clothes had. "I can't say that I
blame them."

Melissa thought she heard something in the teacher's voice. A
hint of the way the Friends talked to her. Was Ms. Parker
thinking of her like that? She felt the room start to spin. She
kept her feet planted where they were, keeping calm through force
of will.

The teacher's hand brushed down Melissa's arm, touching lower and
lower before finally falling away. Melissa felt her ears burn.
She kept her eyes on the floor, afraid to look Ms. Parker in the
eye.

"Are you coming to the dance tonight? I happen to be a chaperone.
I volunteered. I like dancing. I don't get to do it very often."
Ms. Parker said. "You look like you would be a very graceful
dancer."

The dance. Gerald. The pain in her heart at having to miss going
to the dance burned like fire. She had wanted to ask, hoping to
find a way to make it seem like the school expected her to go.
There really wasn't any way to do it, though. Mommy and Daddy
didn't want her talking unless they talked to her first. Asking
for anything was not a smart thing to do.

"My parents, they, don't want me to, uh, do things like that."
Melissa said. "Yet. They think I'm too young." She wondered how
much longer Ms. Parker would keep her. The bus might leave
without her.

"Yes, some parents are very strict. I tend to think that maturity
happens in different ways for different people." Ms. Parker said.
"I think you are very mature for your age." The teacher edged a
little closer. Melissa felt like backing away, but couldn't be
sure she should. She could smell the teacher's perfume, and maybe
something else. "Very mature, and smart."

"Thank you." Melissa said. She could feel her ears flushing. The
feeling in her heart wasn't exactly like when one of the Friends
told her she was sexy. She knew that they said things like that
to help get them worked up. She didn't feel Ms. Parker was doing
that same exact thing.

"I think you could really benefit from some private tutoring,
Melissa. Your homework, though complete, usually looks like you
did it as fast as you could. I know you are smarter than that."
Ms. Parker said. "I would be glad to spend some time with you,
helping you reach your potential."

The words meant one thing, but Melissa had been around people who
enjoyed her body for too long. She could feel that her potential
wasn't all that Ms. Parker wanted to reach.

"I, uh, will have to ask my parents about it." Melissa said. "I
better go, or I will miss my bus."

"Oh, dear, I'm sorry. They are all pulling out!" Ms. Parker said.
Melissa looked out the classroom window and saw that this was the
case. She felt panic clutch her heart. If she didn't get home on
time she would be in a lot of trouble. The fear of how much
trouble she was in even overwhelmed her regret at not being able
to see Gerald on the bus.

"Let me make it up to you, Melissa. I'll drive you home." Ms.
Parker said. The teacher once more put her hand on Melissa's
shoulder. Melissa felt a squeeze there, then the hand stroking
down her back, stopping just short of going down to her bottom.

Melissa felt herself pulled in different directions. She liked
Ms. Parker, as a teacher. In one of her daydream moods she often
thought about becoming a teacher just like her. The teacher's
concern for her had also made her think of Ms. Parker as a good
person. Now, though, she felt Ms. Parker thought of her in a
totally different way.

If she hadn't been through so much in the last couple of years
maybe it would all seem innocent to her. She couldn't get those
years back, though, or her innocence. She had to deal with Ms.
Parker here and now, including knowing that the teacher wanted to
do things to her.

Melissa hadn't ever had a choice, before. Not with Paul or Karla
or any of the Friends. Her first few times they had forced her,
hurting her. Later they made her do what they wanted; hurting her
if she didn't please them, or maybe just because they wanted to.

Now, though, she felt that she had a choice. Not much of one. She
could say no to Ms. Parker. Her real life, away from the relative
safety of the school didn't give her a choice of saying yes.

Do I want to say yes? Do I want to make Ms. Parker happy? That
question was the real core here.

"I guess I do," Melissa said, "need a ride home." She turned
back, looking at Ms. Parker. She used her hidden side, the side
that she didn't show at school. She looked at Ms. Parker to see
what the teacher wanted from her.

Was it really so bad to be wanted by her teacher? Paul and Karla
had given Melissa to a few other women. Instead of gentleness
these women often proved to like hurting her for their own
pleasure even more than most of the men.

When she looked into Ms. Parker's eyes her hidden side saw only
gentleness and caring. Her teacher was someone who liked her,
Melissa, as a person, not just her body.

"Let me get my purse. I'll be happy to drive you." Ms. Parker
said. She smiled at Melissa before turning away.

Melissa waited, turning her mind inward on her private thoughts
and the big question. Do I want to make Ms. Parker happy? If she
could choose to give her body to Ms. Parker, did she want to?

Her fantasies about Gerald made her feel good. They felt right.
She wanted to be with Gerald, even in the ways she knew girls her
age shouldn't. She hadn't really imagined feeling that way about
anyone else.

With the way that Paul and Karla moved her around in the last two
years she had seen a more teachers than she would have if this
had never happened to her. Some of them had been nice, but a lot
of them had just been doing their jobs. Ms. Parker acted
different. Not just nice, but spending time with the kids in the
class, showing them that they could do the work and learn. If I
make her feel good isn't that like a reward for being a good
teacher?

"Okay, let's get you home, Melissa. I'll come back and get the
papers and things I need to grade tonight after I drop you off."
Ms. Parker said.

"Oh, but then you have to come back here!" Melissa said.

"I don't want to make you too late, my dear. I don't want to
bring any trouble into your life." Ms. Parker said. She led
Melissa out of the classroom, heading for the staff parking lot.

Trouble into my life. Melissa thought that a funny irony. She
thought she had a much better grasp of the meaning of that word
now. Her life had become nothing but trouble, punctuated with the
brief, precious safety of school. She followed her teacher,
watching the way the older woman's body moved, the confidence and
grace.

Ms. Parker's car was a small, white two-door hatchback. The
teacher unlocked the passenger door and Melissa sat carefully,
tucking her skirt under her bottom. This newer skirt wasn't as
short as the ones she had been wearing, but still short. As she
sat down and prepared to swing her legs in she noticed Ms. Parker
looking at her, at her legs, really.

Melissa felt her face flush a little. Her heart beat faster. It
was all so confusing. She swung her legs in and pulled the car
door closed as Ms. Parker went around to the driver's side.
With Gerald it was easy. It was natural. A boy and a girl, that
was natural. She had been attracted to the good-looking older boy
from her first day at this school. It was part of how things were
in the world, like mommy and daddy, and like all the things she
had seen on TV.

A woman and a girl was part of the new reality. It was like the
way Mommy Karla played with her on the first night after they
kidnapped her. Mommy Karla knew how to make her squirm, get wet
and even cum, even if she didn't want it to happen. The other
women, the ones who were Friends, they knew these things and also
how to hurt her in ways that the men didn't seem to know.

But she wasn't given to Ms. Parker. Ms. Parker who had been nice
to her, complimenting her schoolwork when she did it well. Caring
about how she could do it better. Paying attention to her, not
just her body.

The tiny car held them, close together, Ms. Parker's shoulder
almost touching Melissa's. The teacher's skirt was longer, going
all the way to the knee. Even so, Melissa could see her teacher's
well-formed calves. She looked at her teacher, imagining her with
her clothes being taken off. It wouldn't be so bad. I could enjoy
time with her.

"Melissa?" Ms. Parker said. Melissa realized that Ms. Parker had
been speaking to her while she was in private thoughts. "Which
was do we go to your house?"

Melissa hurriedly gave Ms. Parker directions, her ears burning a
little. She flinched as the teacher's hand brushed her knee,
shifting the small car into reverse.

Melissa realized she wasn't scared of Ms. Parker. The teacher had
shown her only kindness and guidance over the weeks and months
she had attended school here. She deliberately moved her knee
back near the gearshift lever as the teacher accelerated and
shifted into high. The teacher's fingers were against Melissa's
knee.

She glanced at Ms. Parker, who had been looking her way. She
looked into those eyes, seeing them searching her in return. The
fingers at her knee stirred, so little that it could have been
just an accident. The look in her teacher's eyes said it wasn't.
Melissa looked back at her, and kept her knee there. I know what
you want.

Ms. Parker remembered she was driving in time to get back on her
side of the road. As they got closer Melissa gave directions to
guide her. When she looked at the teacher she could see that the
older woman was breathing faster than normal. Melissa also
thought that she could smell her getting aroused. I am getting a
little wet, too.

As Melissa directed her teacher where to stop, the teacher moved
her hand from the gearshift to Melissa's knee. The palm was moist
and warm, the fingers curling against the sensitive skin at the
inside of the knee.

"May I come in, Melissa?" Ms. Parker asked. Her voice was a
little breathier than usual.

Melissa put her hand on top of her teacher's hand, feeling how
soft the skin on the back of the older woman's hand was. She
couldn't let a stranger into the house. Not ever. She glanced at
the driveway and saw Mommy Karla's car as well as another car she
thought belonged to the Doctor.

"I'm sorry, but I really can't today. Thank you, Ms. Parker. For
the ride, and, well, everything." Melissa said. She gave her
teacher's hand a light squeeze, and then opened the car door,
getting out.

She stood by the side of the road until her teacher drove off.
When her teacher was out of sight she walked to the front door.
As she had feared, Mommy Karla had seen. The door swung open
before Melissa got to it. Mommy Karla was scowling already.

"What was THAT? I come home early and expect to see you get off
the bus. It drives past! I was just about to make a phone call to
the Friends to let them know that they could go ahead with
getting your little sister!" Mommy Karla said, after she had shut
the door.

Melissa put her books down and knelt to kiss Karla's shoes. Karla
pulled her shoes away before Melissa could do so.

"I asked you a question, slut! Now answer me! I can still make
that phone call!" Karla said. She had grabbed Melissa's hair,
yanking her head back to yell into her face.

"Now, Karla, let the girl tell you. Screaming at her isn't going
to tell you anything." The Doctor said. He moved closer, putting
his hand on Mommy Karla's arm.

"M- my teacher. She was talking to me… after class. She didn't
let me go in time to catch the bus. She gave me a ride home."
Melissa said. She felt tears start in her eyes from the pain of
Karla's pull on her hair and the fear that the older woman would
make that phone call.

"Talking to you? About what? Your clothes aren't that bad today."
Mommy Karla said. Melissa could hear suspicion in her voice.
Suspicion and fear. The last one wasn't something Melissa thought
she had ever heard in Karla's voice before.

"She, she wanted to say that they were…better." Melissa said. She
wondered if she should tell Karla about what the teacher wanted
from her. No! She couldn't lie if Mommy Karla asked direct
questions, but if she didn't ask for information directly then
not telling her wasn't lying.

"That doesn't take very long. You know better than to lie to me,
slut!" Mommy Karla raised her free hand, getting ready to slap
Melissa.

Melissa closed her eyes, expecting to feel the slap, but it
didn't land.

"No, Karla. We need her looking perfect tomorrow night. No marks.
Not anywhere." The Doctor said. Melissa opened her eyes and saw
him holding Karla's wrist.

"To hell with that! Paul is out doing god knows what and this
little bitch comes home riding in a car! I don't give a shit
about your plans for her!" Karla said. Her voice was rising in
shrillness. She struggled against the Doctor's grasp.

"Karla! Come to your senses, woman! We have made it possible for
you and Paul to live and work here. We found you this house,
found you jobs, got you fake papers and resumes and forged
transcripts for Melissa. You owe us!" The Doctor said. Though
normally good-natured, his face and tone were commanding now.

Mommy Karla let go of Melissa's hair, finally yanking her other
wrist from the Doctor's grasp. She turned away from them both,
bringing her hands up to her face, sobbing. Melissa lowered her
head, but remained kneeling on the floor. She watched out of the
corner of her eye as the Doctor put his hands on Karla's
shoulders. Karla turned, pressing her face to the man's chest.

"He had said he was taking off early this afternoon. I came home
to meet him, but he's not here. I'm so afraid. What if he has
gone back to his old ways? What if he was in an accident? What
if… Oh, god, I don't know what!" Mommy Karla said. Her voice was
broken by sobs, strained by crying.

"We don't know why he isn't here yet. Did he say why he was
taking off early? Maybe he stopped to do some shopping." The
Doctor said. He patted Karla's back. His voice had gone back to
its calmer state, comforting the crying woman.

"No, he didn't say. I just, I- I am worried. You know what he
did. Before me. Before I started helping him. Before we took
her." Mommy Karla said. She sniffed back tears, accepting the
Doctor's handkerchief, wiping her nose.

"Yes, I know. I also know I made it clear to him that we can't
have him doing that anymore. Not now. There is too much at stake.
Too many people who would be at risk." The Doctor said. "I'm sure
it's not that. I can't have you messing up, either. "

Mommy Karla nodded, but Melissa could see on her face that she
wasn't convinced. The woman's face was still pinched with worry.

"I'll get dinner started." Karla said, walking into the kitchen.
The Doctor watched her go, and then sighed. Melissa heard worry
in his sigh that seemed to be about more than just Mommy Karla.

The Doctor was silent. Melissa could see by his feet that he was
turned to look out the front window. The heavy curtains that
usually hid the actions in the house from outside eyes were drawn
open. His feet then approached Melissa where she still knelt.

"Well, little one, what are we going to do with you, hm?" The
Doctor said. His hand stroked her hair. Melissa felt it like a
stroke given to a dog. His feet moved away and she heard him
settle into the good chair.

"C'mon up here and sit in my lap." The Doctor said. EHis voice
seemed heavy with concern. Melissa wasn't sure it was about her.

Rising from the floor she settled her bottom on the Doctor's lap.
His arm went around her far shoulder, pulling her upper body
against his chest. Melissa leaned against him, her head resting
on his shoulder. She expected one of his familiar, gentle
molestations, yet his hands just held her. The Doctor never held
her like this. His cock wasn't getting erect under her bottom,
his hands weren't exploring her.

Melissa sensed that whatever had upset Karla also worried the
Doctor more than he let show. She filed the information away. She
didn't know if she would ever need it, but it did seem important.

"We've been so busy, so concerned about your meeting tomorrow
night, little one," The Doctor said, "but you've prepared well. I
know what your Mommy and Daddy are going to get from it, and what
I will gain. I never thought about what you might want as a
reward."

Melissa hadn't thought about it, either. No one rewarded her when
they gave her to one of the Friends. Christmas and birthday times
had come and gone without her being given anything special. Well,
not something she wanted. The first Christmas Karla had tied her
standing upright and wrapped her in tree lights. Paul and Karla
took turns making her sing Christmas songs while they unwrapped
the gifts they gave each other, then both had used her, still
wearing the blinking lights. Last Christmas had been even worse.
Karla made her dress in an elf costume, and then Paul drove her
to one of the Friends. The man was fat, but not jolly. Wearing a
Santa costume, he proceeded to hurt her, over and over. He
continued the holiday spirit by using giant peppermint sticks in
her pussy and ass. He had kept saying "Ho, ho, ho!" as he fucked
her face.

Did the Doctor really mean to give her some sort of reward?

"What would you like, Melissa? A toy? Some pretty clothes? A
pet?" The Doctor said. Even now, talking to her, Melissa heard
him speaking like his mind was far away. His hand just stroked
her arm.

Toys? Melissa hadn't played with anything in the last two years.
She thought about having some nice clothes to wear to school.
That set a spark in her heart, a spark of hope.

"I," she said, "think a pretty dress would be nice, but I don't
have anywhere to wear it." She wasn't quite ready to ask for what
she really wanted. She waited to see how this would be received.

"No, I suppose not. It's not like Mommy lets you wear fancy
clothes to school, or let you go anywhere else. Where would you
want to wear a pretty dress?" The Doctor said. His attention
turned toward her more.

"They have dances. At school. There is one tonight." Melissa
said. She didn't care about the dress so much. She did hope that
maybe the Doctor could make Paul and Karla take her to the dance,
so she could dance with Gerald.

The Doctor sighed, moving his hand to her hair, stroking it. "I
don't think tonight would be a good one. Things are a little
strained right now." Melissa felt her spark of hope dying.

With very little in her life to hope for she probably shouldn't
have bothered this time. The Doctor may have been kinder than
Paul or Karla, but he still used her, made her do dirty things.
He still wanted her for the holes in her body. He didn't really
care about what she wanted. Just a slut.

"I will make you a promise, though, Melissa. If everything works
out tomorrow the way I want it I will make sure you get a pretty
dress to wear and go to the next dance at school."

Not tonight, but the next one. She might still get to dance with
Gerald! How often did the school have dances? Melissa thought
they did them once a month, but she hadn't really paid attention.

"Thank you!" She put her arms around the Doctor's neck and
squeezed him, her face buried into his neck.

"Well, if I had known it meant so much to you I might have tried
to make it happen before!" The Doctor said. His chest rumbled
lightly with a chuckle. Her reaction had broken the spell that
had distracted him.

Melissa sniffed back tears of anticipated happiness. She couldn't
be sure he really meant he would have helped her before, but it
didn't matter. She had hope for the future.

"Now, tell me about this teacher. Is she giving you trouble?" The
Doctor said.

"No. Not trouble. She, uh, likes me." Melissa said. "She wants to
help me study."

The Doctor turned his face down to hers, dark eyes looking into
hers. "Do you really believe it's just study help she wants to
give you?"

Melissa felt her face hot. The Doctor was no fool.

"No, I didn't think so. You are an attractive girl, Melissa, and
by now you know that can attract attention." He said. "What is
the teacher's name?"

For two heartbeats Melissa hesitated. She didn't feel right
telling the Doctor her teacher's name. She thought about lying,
but realized that the truth would be easy for him to learn in
other ways. "Ms. Parker."

"Ms. Parker. You like her, don't you, Melissa?" He asked.

"Yes. She, well, she helps me. Not just me, other kids at school,
too. She's a good teacher."

"Yes, I'm sure she is a good teacher." The Doctor said. "Maybe
you should get some tutoring. In private."

The Doctor was going to have her spend time alone with Ms.
Parker. She wasn't sure why he wanted her to do that. Ms. Parker
wasn't one of the Friends.

It changed things, though. Before she felt like she had a choice.
A choice to say yes or no. The Doctor was now making the choice
for her. It's the choice I wanted to make. It hurt, even when she
wanted something to happen to have the choice taken from her.

"I will set things up. Karla or Paul will tell you when it is
okay to have the teacher bring you home. To study." The Doctor
said.

The sound of a car door closing outside the house drew the
Doctor's attention back to the window. "Karla, Paul is back! He's
got the Geek with him!" The Doctor scooted Melissa off his lap,
getting ready to stand up.

Karla came out of the kitchen; her eyes still red from tears. She
still looked concerned.

Melissa took up a kneeling position by the door. The Geek was
what everyone in the Friends called Ryan, though not to his face.
She saw his big bulk walking behind Paul through the window as
she moved to the door. She would be expected to greet them both.
She put the Doctor's decision about Ms. Parker and his promise
out of her mind. She had to begin performing as they had trained
her.

The door opened and Melissa kept her head down. As Paul's feet
came close enough she bent to kiss them, narrowly avoiding having
her hand stepped on by Karla who rushed to Paul, clinging to him.

"Where have you been? You had said you were taking off early, I
had assumed you would be here! When you weren't I was so afraid!
I thought you had gone back to-…" Karla was cut off.

"Let's not talk about that in front of mixed company!" Paul said,
his voice stern. "Not everyone needs to know about that. Anyway,
the reason I took off was because something Ryan wanted to show
me. I thought it would just take a few minutes, but we got to
talking about it. Time got away on us while we brainstormed."

"Well, I'm glad to know everything is okay." The Doctor said.
"What is it, Ryan, that got Paul here so distracted he forgot
about his loving family?"

"Do my shoes, too, girl!" Ryan said. He pushed one big foot
closer to Melissa's head. She had been busy trying not to get
stepped on as Karla pressed against Paul. Her head quickly bent
to the toe of the raggedy athletic shoe worn by the un- athletic
Ryan.

"If you wait until I get the laptop fired up, I'll show you. I
think this could really be big!" Ryan said, after Melissa
finished kissing the tips of his shoes. He walked past her,
carrying a heavy laptop bag. Melissa kept her head down, but
watched carefully from her position on the floor.

"I'm just glad you are alright, and that you are here." Karla
said. She hugged Paul hard, and then let go of him. "I'll go
finish dinner." She left the room again, her voice still rough
from emotion.

Ryan set up the laptop on the coffee table, turning it on.
Melissa could only see the back of the open lid from where she
knelt.

"Get over here and suck my cock, slut!" Ryan said to Melissa. She
started to crawl forward.

"No, Melissa. Just stay there." The Doctor said. "She's
off-limits tonight, Ryan."

"Off-limits? What the fuck is this shit? Why?" Ryan said.

"Take it easy. She's been off-limits all week." Paul said. "Even
to Karla and me."

"You still ain't said why!" Ryan said. "Since when is the slut
off-limits?"

"This doesn't concern you, Ryan. She is, for now. That's all you
need to know." The Doctor said.

"The fuck it doesn't concern me! I pull my weight, and yeah, I
know it's a lot! You need me to help keep things going! If it
wasn't for me the cops would be checking into this little slut
the second you put her in school!" Ryan said. His fleshy face
grew red and he started to wheeze when he drew in air to speak.
"I got a right to share in using her! That's what the Friends are
for!"

"Ryan, I am not denying you the use of her to piss you off. I
have very good reasons for what I'm doing and for keeping those
reasons to myself. You'll have to trust me that it is for the
good of everyone in the Friends. You are correct, you do a very
important job and I am grateful. I won't tell you why you can't
use her tonight, though. What you don't know you can't be made to
tell, not now, not ever. You know enough about security work to
know that."

Ryan stared at the Doctor, his eyes glaring. Melissa could tell
he wanted to press the issue.

"Look, we'll give you some time with her later, extra, okay? Just
think of the fun you'll have testing your new toy on her!" Paul
said. "Now, let's show the Doc what you've got. I know he'll be
as impressed as I am!"

Ryan nodded, settling his wide frame on the couch, facing the
laptop's screen. Paul made way to allow the Doctor to sit next to
Ryan.

"This is from an idea I've had for some time. I didn't tell
anyone about it until now because I wanted to test it out before
I did. I wanted to be sure I could make it do what I wanted."
Ryan said. He manipulated the laptop. Melissa could see colors
flash across the surface of his glasses.

"Is that a blow-up doll?" The Doctor said. Melissa could hear him
starting to chuckle, but holding back.

Ryan apparently heard it to. His teeth were clenched when he
replied. "I needed a test dummy that was close to anatomic."

"And the doll is on some sort of restraint device?" The Doctor
asked.

"Not just a restraint device. It's an entire torture platform!"
Ryan said. He smiled, pride rising in his voice. "Every part of
it can be activated and controlled. It will hold a girl immobile
and torture her any way you want. All you have to do is tell it
what you want done."

"Yes, I can see how that would be interesting." The Doctor said.
Melissa watched him glance to Paul. "You've seen him demonstrate
it on his, ah, test dummy?"

"Yes, I have. It really works, but that's not the best part! Go
on, tell Doc your plan!" Paul said. His face was split by a wide
grin.

"I designed the control interface to be simple to operate, but
with certain interfaces built in. The whole thing can be operated
remotely. You don't even have to be in the same room. The control
unit's CPU will accept instructions via TCP/IP!"

"Ryan, you know I barely know how to turn a computer on. You'll
have to spell this out for me, and please stop using all those
technical letters!" The Doctor said.

"You can operate it simply by clicking on things and you don't
have to be there. You can be in the next room or half-way around
the world!" Ryan said. His eyes gleamed behind the thick lenses.

"Yes, but how will you know that it is doing anything if you
aren't there?" The Doctor asked.

"Simple web cam and microphone to pick up any sounds she makes.
You can watch the machine torture the girl live on your computer
screen, even hear her." Ryan said.

"But most of the Friends would prefer to have a girl where they
can get their own hands on her. I'm not sure they'd be
interested." The Doctor said. He shook his head. "I can see that
you put a lot of work into it, but…"

"Not the Friends, Doc. Customers." Paul said.

"Customers?"

"Yep, customers. Guys all over the world already pay good money
to watch some bored cunt rub her twat or play with toys. I bet we
could get guys willing to pay even more to actually torture a
bitch and we don't have to let them near her." Ryan said. "We
could make them pay to watch and pay even more to do things. I've
got a sample interface already programmed to do just that. You
pay money into an account and each thing you do has a price
attached. The more you want to do the more it costs!"

The Doctor was silent for a few moments. Melissa could feel a
chill of fear down her spine at the topic. She realized that if
these men wanted to do this that they would put her on this
machine they were talking about.

"Is there a way to do it so that the cops can't hack in or find
out where this thing is being done? How do customers find us? We
can't go e-mailing spam to people about it." The Doctor said.

"I can make it so that they can't find us, even if they are
paying us. And make it so they can't capture the screen images to
share, sell or use as evidence. As for customers finding us we
just need to tell a few discreet people and let them share it
with a few more. Pretty soon we'll have more customers than you
can shake your dick at."

"I don't think I want customers to shake my dick at, but I admit,
it does have some possibilities." The Doctor said. He stroked his
chin. "You think we could really make a lot doing this?"

"Doc, we could be sitting on a gold mine, here." Paul said. "Porn
is the only real way to make money off the Internet. We can log
on and download us some big bucks!"

"Not every porn site makes big bucks. I do know a few people in
that trade. They say they could make more money if they moved
their operation off shore, but they aren't in a hurry to move."

"I think Ryan's onto something, though. We can talk it over after
dinner, okay?" Paul asked.

"Yes, after dinner." The Doctor said.

"Ah, my cue! Gentlemen, dinner is ready!" Mommy Karla said.

Melissa had changed for dinner into "at home" clothes. As there
were only four chairs her plate was set upon the floor. At Ryan's
request for "dinner with a view" she had to kneel on the floor
with her back to the table, giving Ryan the full view of her
bottom as she knelt over her plate to eat.

The shame of this kept her from hearing much of what was
discussed over the table. After the four had finished dinner she
had been left to wash up.

Paul had taken Ryan home by the time she finished the
dishwashing. The Doctor was discussing plans for the next
evening's appointment with Mommy Karla.

"And there's our little angel. No dishpan hands, I hope?" The
Doctor was his jovial self again.

"No, sir." Melissa said. She stood waiting, not sure what would
happen next. The past week, since the Doctor's last visit had
been the longest she had been without being hurt or used for sex
since Paul and Karla had kidnapped her.

"Karla, why don't you get her dress for tomorrow and let's see
how she looks." The Doctor said. "Melissa, take off your clothes,
the collar, too. I want to see what our young man is going to see
tomorrow."

Melissa pulled off the tight sleeveless sweater and the short,
red plaid skirt she wore. Removing the collar felt strange, in
front of others. She was used to only taking it off in the
mornings, getting ready for school. Removing it now seemed to
leave her feeling even more naked than being undressed.

Karla returned with a black dress on a hanger and a pair of black
panties. As she handed them to Melissa the girl corrected her
assumption. These were thongs, not panties. She stepped into
them, pulling them up her slender legs, feeling the narrow back
pulling between her bottom cheeks.

"Here, step into this." Mommy Karla said. She had the dress off
of its hangar. Melissa stepped carefully into the dress, feeling
its material slither against her flesh. Karla raised the dress up
and let Melissa slip her arms through the straps.She reached
behind her for the zipper, realizing that the back of the dress
was very revealing. The zipper rose only to the point where the
back of her thong was covered. The rest of her back was
completely bare.

The front of the dress didn't cover much, either. The V of the
neckline plunged down below her pert breasts, ending just a
couple of inches higher than her bellybutton. Her breasts were
covered, but not very much. The inner curves of her breasts
showed through the plunging neckline. The satiny material of the
dress clung to her small tits, outlining her nipples through the
material. The hem of the dress revealed a lot of her legs, too,
by falling to just a couple of inches below her pussy. The Doctor
had her spin around to view the dress from every angle.

"Wow! She looks so sexy!" The Doctor said. Melissa glanced at
him, noticing him re-adjust his posture to relieve pressure on
his swelling cock. "If that doesn't inspire out boy then he's not
normal!"

"I had to take it in at a few places and this material is a bitch
to work with." Karla said. She ran her hands over Melissa,
smoothing the material here, tugging there.

"You did a fantastic job. Believe me, the work is worth it.
You'll be getting enough to pay for the aggravation." The Doctor
spoke to Karla, but his eyes didn't leave Melissa's body .
Melissa felt his gaze almost as a palpable force, touching her
all over. Even though the dress covered more than a lot of her
"at home" clothes she felt more exposed. Unlike the too-small
clothes she normally wore this one was designed to cover yet
reveal her. Her nipples stiffened and she grew moist. The way she
had been made to live left her feeling embarrassment as a prelude
to being used. I'm just used to getting wet. To make it easier.

"It better be. Paul's already bitching about not getting to use
her. I don't mind so much. He's been giving me more than usual."
Mommy Karla smirked. "But what bites my ass is that we can't even
smack this bitch. She dropped a plate last night and broke it. I
wanted to make her pay with her ass, but held back." Karla
pinched Melissa's ass through the skirt, making it look like she
was tugging on the dress. Melissa flinched but didn't cry out. It
hurt, but not as much as it could have. "Yes, not much longer.
After tomorrow night she'll be all yours again. What sort of mood
music do you have for the evening?" The Doctor said.

"Mood music? What, like for them to fuck to? What do you suggest?
Music in the key of whore? Maybe we should put on 'One Trick
Pony'?" Mommy Karla giggled her mean giggle. Melissa didn't
understand the humor, even if it was Karla's mean sort. The song
wasn't familiar to her.

"Well, I don't mean 'Scarborough Fair'." The Doctor said. His
tone was a little bit on the mean side, too. Melissa wished she
understood what they meant by these things, but it wasn't clear.
Is he being mean to me, or to her?

"That's not funny! Don't even use that word! That was before he
met me!" Karla said. Her voice was getting shrill and her face
reddened. Melissa started to shake. Usually when Karla got mad it
meant pain.

The Doctor didn't look scared, staring back at Mommy Karla's
angry face. He just nodded, slowly.

"Yes. I know. Let's see, then. Maybe something a bit more
contemporary." The Doctor said. He seemed relaxed. Melissa could
never relax when Mommy Karla got angry, but for some reason the
Doctor didn't seem afraid. "I think I've got something in the car
that would be suitable. It's not the rap crap kids listen to
these days, but its not a moldy oldie, either." He rose from the
chair. "Karla, why don't you go get the shoes for her to wear
tomorrow."

Mommy Karla was still staring daggers at him. "You don't scare
me. We know things about you, too!"

"Yes, I know you know. You know I know you know. We are a very
knowledgeable family." The Doctor said. A smile tugged at the
corners of his mouth. Melissa was even more confused. He sounded
like he was quoting something.

"Well, go on, then. Get your damn music!" Mommy Karla said.
Melissa could see tension in the muscles of the older woman's
back like coiled springs waiting to let go. She wanted to move
away from Karla. There was violence waiting to be let out in her
body.

"First, go get the shoes. And don't return to this room until I
do. Melissa needs to be perfect tomorrow. I won't have her
showing up bruised." The Doctor said. He took a step toward
Karla.

Mommy Karla turned on her heel and stomped away to the bedroom,
slamming the door behind her.

"If she comes out, run to me, Melissa. I shouldn't have pushed
her buttons. I get fed up with her manipulations, though." The
Doctor said. He went to the door and exited the house.

Melissa couldn't stop shaking. When Mommy Karla was mad, like
now, she was very, very mean. When the plate had broken last
night only Daddy Paul had managed to stop Karla from hurting her.
Karla had scratched him to the point of bleeding on his
shoulders. He had then punched Karla in the stomach, ordering
Melissa to her room. She had lain awake half the night expecting
Karla to come in and hurt her. She only relaxed when she heard
the familiar sounds of Paul fucking Karla. When they were doing
that they usually fell asleep after.

The Doctor returned, though, calling to Karla, telling her it was
okay to come back out. The sound of something being thrown
against the inside of the closed door was her only reply to him.

Daddy Paul came in the door. He saw the Doctor's face, looking
drawn and tense. "She on the war path again?"

"Still, I would say. I said something I shouldn't have, but she
was still keyed up from this afternoon." The Doctor said.

"This afternoon? Oh." Paul said, and then sighed. "Christ, I go
have a few beers with a guy and she thinks I'm hunting tail
again."

"She wasn't alone in thinking that. I had my worries, too, Paul."
The Doctor shook his head.

"Doc, I gave you my word when we agreed to the Friends. I know
that would be risking everything, all of us. I get my kicks on
our little slut here, now. I don't need to go hunting." Paul
said.

"Yes, you seem to have lived up to your pledge. I'm sorry that I
doubted you." The Doctor said. "Speaking of Melissa, what do you
think of her dress?"

Paul's response was a long whistle. "She's really something when
you dress her up right. Makes me want to say to hell with the
money and have a piece of her tonight!"

The door down the hallway opened a crack. "Paul?"

Paul tore his eyes from Melissa. He looked at the hallway, then
at the Doctor. He sighed, and then went down the hall.

The Doctor went over to the portable stereo and opened the CD
player, exchanging the CD in the tray for one he had brought in
from outside.

As he started it playing Melissa expected to hear Karla or Paul
raising their voices, but didn't. Things were quiet down the
hall. She started to relax and calm a little. The music swelling
slowly from the speakers began with strings being strummed a
foreign sounding rhythm. A woman's voice rose with it, singing
wordlessly. The woman's voice appealed to Melissa, sounding
worshipful and sensual. The voice and strings wound to a close
very shortly, then a new rhythm emerged and the woman began
singing in English.

"Come to the river come all you wanderers Worshipper, lover
bringer of pain It does not matter if you are broken Come to the
river again and again."

A complex rhythmic beating on some sort of small drum joined in.
Melissa felt her self being stirred by the music, making her want
to lose herself in this woman's voice, the words somehow meant
for her. She closed her eyes, her body starting to sway slightly
in time to the music, feeling the violins caressing her.

"Here you are beautiful here you are invisible…"

Beautiful, invisible, both. Melissa caught words and phrases that
echoed private thoughts from her new life.

As the song carried on she swayed more. She realized that she had
missed music since Paul and Karla had kidnapped her. They played
music sometimes, but usually it was just a background. This,
sounding strange yet familiar, had not come from them. They
weren't here to hear it. She could be free within in the swirling
rhythm and sensual voice.

Different words touched her, as if to speak directly to her, like
the woman knew about being hurt, being lonely.

The song ended too soon, dissolving into the musicians winding
down, their voices rising as the sound faded.

Melissa felt a tear trailing down her cheek. She realized the
room was silent. Opening her eyes she saw the Doctor looking at
her, his hand on the portable stereo.

"You seem to like this. She has a beautiful voice, doesn't she?"
He said.

Melissa nodded, wiping at the tear. She had cried in front of the
Doctor before. Tears brought out by pain or humiliation was
common. This single tear though was different. It was a tear shed
for the beauty of the song and the woman's voice and the music.
"Good. I'll leave the CD with you. I think I've got a portable
player in the car and some headphones. Tell Paul to have this
stereo at the hotel tomorrow. I'll let you listen to the rest of
the music tonight. A down payment on my promise, okay?" The
Doctor said. He took the CD out and handed it to her. He went out
to his car and came back with a little battery operated portable
CD player and headphones.

Handing the player to Melissa the Doctor put his arms around her
and kissed her on the forehead. "I've become very attached to
you, Melissa. Probably more than I should."

Melissa didn't know what to say to that. She put her head against
his chest and let him hug her.

Melissa cut off the lights in the kitchen and living room, and
then went to her room, hanging up the special dress and removing
the thong panties.

She put on the headphones as she heard Daddy Paul's heavy grunts
and Mommy Karla's high-pitched wail. She turned on the player and
escaped into the music and singing, letting them carry her away.