ENDURING SACRIFICE

BY SADISTIC WRITER

Part 3

Melissa held the suit bag and makeup case as Mommy Karla opened
the door to the hotel room. She was dressed in "school" clothes,
as she did on the few occasions she was taken anywhere. When
Karla got the door open she held it open to let Melissa in behind
her.

The room was a suite, with separate bedroom. There was a small
sitting area and a kitchenette here in the space they had
entered. Melissa could see a king-size bed through the open
doorway to the bedroom. Melissa set the makeup case on the desk
and took the suit bag into the bedroom.

She had been rented out before to people trusted by the Friends.
These were always adults, though, who knew what they wanted from
her and weren't shy about getting it. Standing here, in the
bedroom, she wondered if she could handle something so different.

The Doctor had said she might have to coax the boy coming here.
She might have to make him want her. It had seemed easy enough to
think of at home, but here she stood closer to the reality of it.
It was like thinking you knew all the words on a spelling test,
then getting nervous right before you took it.

"Okay, slut, strip off. I want to do your hair and put the mask
on." Karla said. Mommy Karla had been calmer today. She hadn't
been any kinder toward Melissa, but not as close to striking her.

Melissa took off her shoes and socks and then unbuttoned her
blouse. As she removed her clothes she placed them in the closet.
She would need to put them on again when she left. The skirt came
off next, leaving her standing in just the black thong.

"Get me the hairbrush and sit in this chair." Karla said. Melissa
opened the case and took out the hairbrush setting aside the two
masks they would wear tonight. She brought the brush back to
Karla and took the chair seated in front of the mirror. "The Doc
wants you to look nice, but simple, so that's what I'll do. Not
sure why I'm bothering, though. All this boy will want to see are
your tits, ass and cunt."

Gerald would want to see more. Melissa thought, keeping her face
neutral, not betraying her thoughts. She didn't have it easy,
keeping her thoughts hidden. With Karla, though, showing your
thoughts would be asking to be hurt.

Last night, listening to the music until she fell asleep, she had
fantasized about being at the dance with Gerald. Standing close
to him, looking up into his eyes, feeling his arms around her.
She remembered the Doctor's promise. If she did well tonight he
would see to it that she got to a dance.

There was a knock at the door. Mommy Karla put the brush down and
went to the door, checking through the peephole before letting
Paul in. He carried the portable stereo. Melissa had made sure
the CD the Doctor gave her last night was in it before they came
to the hotel.

"Where do you want this?" Paul asked.

"Put it in the bedroom. I'm sure tonight's Romeo is going to want
his slut in there most of the night." Karla said.

Paul carried the stereo into the bedroom, emerging a few minutes
later as Karla was putting the hair band into Melissa's hair,
holding it in a high ponytail.

"Well, well, aren't you looking all hot, dolled up for your big
date?" Paul said. He walked over to Melissa, putting one of his
big hands on her right breast. His fingers started stroking over
her nipples.

Melissa felt the sensation force a stirring in her body. For
nearly two years she had been the subject of daily sexual abuse
from Paul, Karla or one of the Friends. After only a week of not
being forced to arousal every day her body was responding
rapidly, strongly. Even as her pussy started becoming moist, she
blushed. She felt humiliation at reacting to this man, the one
who had stolen her from her real family and now made her call him
Daddy.

"Save it, tiger. You know she is still off-limits until her date
is over. After last night I would have thought you'd be wanting
some time off, anyway." Karla said. Melissa felt the older woman
gripping her ponytail hard, twisting. She winced, but remained
silent.

"Yeah, we did go at it pretty hard last night. I'm just feeling
the need, though, bad." Paul said as his caresses to her nipple
turned to pinching. Melissa squirmed as the pinching made her
rising arousal even worse.

"Damn it, Paul! Just hold off for a few more hours! You promised
me. You promised the Doc. You know how close you were to being
caught! After all I have done for you!" Karla let go of Melissa,
pulling Paul's hand from the girl's body, clasping it between
both of hers. "I helped you get this slut. I gave up my life, my
work, my family, to be with you. I even gave you my own sister!"

Paul pulled his hand from Karla's, turning away. "You don't
understand what it is like!"

Karla had tears falling down her cheeks. "Paul, call the Doc and
tell him to call this off. Then you can do whatever you want to
with this one."

"NO! He's got a hard on for getting this done and it's gonna
happen. If I call it off he'll take it out on us! He knows we
can't turn to anybody else!" Paul said. "I'll just deal with it.
It's just a few hours."

"Promise me, Paul. Promise me that you won't. Just stay here, in
the bar downstairs." Karl said. She fell on her knees, looking up
at him. "Please, honey, please. If you get caught they will take
you away from me. I can't live without you. I don't want to!"

Paul drew in a breath, sighing, his shoulders slumping. "Okay, I
promise. I'll be a good boy. I'll stay in the hotel until you get
done up here. Have the hotel page me in the bar or lobby."

"Thank you, Paul. You know I would do anything for you."

"Just make sure the little cunt here makes the boy happy. Real
happy. Doc is gonna owe us big time for pulling this off and I'm
gonna make sure we collect." Paul said. He pulled Karla to her
feet, hugging her close, then kissing her. She walked him to the
door and let him out.

Turning back to the room, Karla looked at Melissa, who lowered
her eyes, reflexively.

"What are you staring at, slut? Do you see what we put up with?
It's your fault! You and all your little slut friends! You make
him be like this!"

Melissa had heard this from Karla before. In the first few days
after they had kidnapped her Karla had said it to her often. She
still didn't know what it was that she had done to make Paul
'like this'. It didn't help to deny it, or ask what she had done.

Karla went to the closet, grabbing the dress for Melissa off the
hanger and threw it at her. "Put it on! You had better be the
best slut in the world tonight or so help me god I will make you
wish you were dead!"

Melissa stood up, picking up the dress and stepping into it as
she had for the Doctor the night before. She kept her head down,
paying little attention as Karla undressed, putting on a similar,
short, red dress.

To fill in time while Karla got dressed Melissa went into
bathroom. She drank some tap water, avoiding seeing herself in
the mirror. When she came back Karla was brushing her own hair
out.

"Set out the toys in the bedroom, then put the case in the
closet." Karla said. She had put on her self-control while she
put on the dress. Her eyes, a little red, were dry again.

Melissa took the makeup case into the bedroom and started laying
out the 'toys'. Lubricant, condoms, nipple clamps, two dildos, a
butt plug, a small paddle, handcuffs, and a battery-operated
vibrating massager. Karla had chosen the items, stopping only
because the makeup case could hold no more.

Having emptied the case, Melissa stored it in the closet. Karla
already had donned the red mask, hiding the upper part of her
face. The older woman put the black one on Melissa.

"Wait in the bedroom. I'll call you when he's here. When you do
come out, you be good to him, like Paul and Doc said, got it? If
not…" Mommy Karla said, leaving the consequences unfinished.
Melissa didn't need a list of what would happen. Karla knew how
to hurt her, a lot.

Karla closed the door on the way out, leaving Melissa alone with
her thoughts. The girl went to the bedroom window and looked down
at the parking lot, several floors below. She wondered if falling
from this window would kill her.

She didn't know, but the question was not important. The window
only had a small section that opened to the outside, too small
for her to crawl through even if she wanted to.

She had thought about dying many times since Paul and Karla had
taken her away from her real family. She'd wanted God to kill her
when Paul was first using her. When that failed to happen she
thought about killing herself.

It wasn't the fear of death itself that stopped her from trying.
It was the fear of failing to get it right. She had thought about
slashing her wrists, but was afraid she wouldn't die before Paul
or Karla found her. She was afraid of doing anything that would
bring official attention to them, either, because of what Paul
had said would happen to her little sister.

With a sigh Melissa closed the heavy, light blocking drapes over
the window.

She plugged in the portable stereo and turned the CD player on,
switching it to random. The beautiful music once more started to
wash over her, helping her step outside of herself for a few
minutes.

Let me tell you a story about a girl. 
She didn't want to be hurt again. 
Somebody took her heart and hid it away. 
But, she found love, She found love In the arms of a friend. 
Just one touch is all it takes To love again!

Yes, that was what it was like. Just one touch from Gerald's hand
and she'd found love, hope, a reason to live, when those things
had gone from her life.

This world 
Is so cold 
Sometimes you gotta take a hold. 
Take a hold of someone who might understand. 
They might touch you. 
They might teach you. 
They might hurt you. 
They might let you go.
Until you try, 
Until you cry, 
You ain't never gonna know.

That was like the Doctor. He touched, he taught, he hurt. Until
she tried, though, to give him what he wanted more than her body,
though, she couldn't realize her own desires.

That's what this was all about. Why she was here. To fulfill the
Doctor's desire to please the father of the boy she was given to
tonight.

Melissa giggled as she wondered why it wasn't the Doctor here
being given to whomever this boy's father was. Silly thoughts.

How long had it been since she'd last giggled? Melissa tried to
remember. It seemed like it hadn't happened since Paul and Karla
took her. It probably hadn't.

She had the volume low to keep from bothering Karla with the
noise. She heard voices coming through the thin door leading out
of the bedroom, to the sitting area. She left the music playing
on random and prepared for Karla to call for her.

"-and here, for you alone, is Angelique!" The door swung open.
Melissa walked toward the opening, her heart thudding within her
chest. The name Angelique was part of hiding her identity.
Melissa recalled that she had to call Karla by the name of
Dominique tonight.

Gerald? Her heart had done a double flip when she saw familiar
hair and features, then realized that this boy was taller, bigger
in the shoulders. He looked something like Gerald, but he was
clearly older. In high school, at least.

"Angelique, this is Darrell, your date for the evening." Karla
finished the introductions as Darrell's eyes looked Melissa over.
They went from her chest down to her legs, then back up. His eyes
flicked to her masked face, then back to her small breasts,
barely covered by the clinging black dress.

"She's not, uh, very… big." Darrell said to Karla.

"Good things come in small packages, sometimes. Don't let her
size fool you. She's a real hot slut, aren't you, Angelique?"
Karla said, her voice held a hint of the edge she normally used
when she was being mean with Melissa.

"Yes, M- ma'am." Melissa said. She had started to say "Mommy" as
she'd been forced to say for so long. She called herself stupid
for almost forgetting, then went ahead, trying to use what the
Doctor had made her practice.

Melissa brought her hands up, running them over her small
breasts, brushing each finger over the nipples, stirring them,
making them stand out. If Darrell wanted to look at her breasts
he wasn't the worst looking person to have seen them.

Since he even looked like Gerald might look in a few years it
helped make it easier. Easier to think of doing this for Gerald.

She stepped closer, looking up into the older boy's face, still
rubbing her breasts. "I'm here for you. All of me." Melissa said.
She felt the touching stir her underused arousal, making it
easier for her voice to be breathy.

"A slut. But I'm not going to get any diseases from her, right?"
Darrell said. His eyes were on Melissa's hands, rubbing her own
body, but his words were to Karla. Still seeking guidance from a
grown-up, even in this time.

"She's a clean slut. No need to worry about that. If you prefer
there are some condoms, but it's not necessary. You can do
anything you want with her." Karla said. She reached down,
running a hand over Melissa's bottom through the thin dress.
"Anything at all. She's your slut tonight."

Darrell's eyes went to the older woman's hand touching the
younger girl's body, thoughts and fantasies sparking a light in
his eyes. "And you?" He said. His tongue darted out, licking at
his lips, breathing a little faster now.

"Easy there, boy. Dominique is not on the menu. I'm here to help,
but Angelique is your meat."

Darrell seemed to be a little disappointed at not having both of
them at his command, but quickly put it aside, his eyes grazing
over Melissa's body once more. "My meat. Well, let's see the
meat."

Melissa cringed. She had been called meat usually with other
words in front of it before. It was harder to continue to act
like she wanted to be here with those words coming from this
not-quite Gerald.

But, making him happy was the key to the real Gerald.

She licked her lips as she shrugged the left, then the right
shoulder from under the dress's straps. The top of the dress held
in place only by the hands still caressing her breasts through
the material. She kept one hand there, squeezing at her left
breast as she reached back, sliding the zipper down to relax the
rest of the dress.

She caught the rhythm of the music coming from the bedroom, a
beat she could move slowly, sensually to. She moved her hips,
letting the dress slip lower and lower. First the right nipple,
then the left one peeked out. Melissa put one hand on her tummy,
still guiding the dress down bit by bit as her other hand rubbed
her hardening nipples to further stiffness.

Darrell's eyes were glued to her flesh as each centimeter was
uncovered.

"See how hot Angelique is for you? She's got all the appetite of
a bigger girl, with the spice of forbidden fruit." Karla played
up her role, taking one of Darrell's hands and guiding it to
Melissa's breasts.

Melissa arched her back, pushing her small breasts into the older
boy's hand, feeling his warm, slightly damp palm on her hard
nipples. She made herself give a small moan.

"You like that, slut?" Darrell said. His fingers slid down to
grasp at her right nipple, squeezing. He increased the pressure
to the point where pain began. Not as bad as Paul or the others
would do, but Melissa could feel him wanting to cause her pain.

"Yes. I love it. More. Please." If Gerald wanted to give her pain
he could. This not-quite Gerald could do it, too, if it gave her
the real one. Pain wasn't new. "More."

Darrell's eyes flicked to Karla's masked face. She smiled, her
mean smile. "Go on, give the little slut what she wants. You
won't break her. Not like that, anyway."

The older boy's fingers pinched down harder. Melissa didn't have
to make herself gasp, the pain did that. She did have to fight
not to try to pull away. The Doctor wanted her to give this boy
whatever he wanted.

"Ohhh, yessss…." Melissa said. She tried to make her voice sound
like she liked it.

She must have succeeded. Darrell soon had both nipples in his
fingers, pinching both and twisting, pulling up on her nipples.
He pulled higher as Melissa stood on tip-toe, trying to ease the
pain.

"My slut. Aren't you?" Darrell asked, focusing on Melissa more
intently. Not exactly on her, but her body, her pain.

"Yes, sir!" Melissa said. She fell back on responses she's
learned the hard way. Many men had liked her to say "sir" or even
"daddy". She let her arms fall to her sides, the dress slithering
down her body, leaving her wearing only the black thong.

Darrell smiled the way men who like to hurt girls smile. Melissa
saw the fires in his eyes burning brighter as he drank the heady,
rich draft of power giving pain gave him.

"On your knees, slut!" Darrell said. He yanked down on Melissa's
nipples. Melissa bent at the knees fast to relieve the pain the
pulling caused. As she went down he had to let go, the release
both a relief and a spike in pain as blood flow returned to her
abused nipples.

The older boy grabbed her hair, pressing her face against the
crotch of his jeans. Melissa could feel the stiffness of his
erection through the denim, smell his musky odor. He pushed his
hips forward, grinding himself against her face. She heard him
moan.

Make believe you want it. Melissa reminded herself that she was
supposed to act like she wanted this, all of it. She opened her
lips, sucking at his cock through the clothing, making throaty
moans.

Darrell gasped. Melissa stopped, afraid that she'd hurt him in
some way. A growing wet spot on the denim, though, told the
truth. The boy had cum in his pants.

Melissa looked at Karla, unsure of what to do next. The red face
mask hid the upper half of the woman's face, the place Melissa
had always looked to for clues as to whether she was in trouble
or not. All she could watch was Karla's mouth. A corner twitched,
then stretched a little. Karla's eyes moved from the wet cum
stain on the boy's pants to Melissa's wide-open eyes. Even
without the eyes for visual cues, the smile spreading on Karla's
face was familiar. Melissa knew she was in trouble.

"I see the little slut's appetite was a bit much for you,
Darrell. Not to worry, you'll be ready for another round soon
enough. I think you should punish Angelique! Punish her for being
a greedy little cunt!" Karla said, wrapping her arms around
Darrell's shoulders, laying her chin on the boy's shoulder.
"Shouldn't he, Angelique? Shouldn't you be punished for being a
greedily little cumslut?"

Melissa swallowed hard. Here she was on strange ground. The old
familiar way, the way that had ruled her life since Paul and
Karla kidnapped her, said she had to agree. Not just agree, but
be enthusiastic in agreeing. The Friends had expected it from
her, and Karla had made sure she remembered it.

But, the Doctor had wanted her to please this boy. Would this
not-quite Gerald want her to agree, to ask for punishment.. She
glanced from Karla's evil smile to Darrell's face. His face was
somewhere between looking sheepish and confused. She couldn't see
in his face what he felt about punishing her.

The Doctor had wanted her to do whatever it took to make this boy
happy. If he was happy his father would be happy. If his father
was happy the Doctor would be happy. If the Doctor was happy then
she could go to a dance with Gerald and she would be happy.

As she watched Darrell's eyes focus on her again she knew how she
had to proceed.

"Yes, m- Dominique. I was a bad little slut and I was greedy. I
need to be punished. I want him to punish me." Melissa said,
leaning forward to rub her face against the cum-stain growing on
the front of Darrell's jeans. "Please punish me for being a bad
little greedy cum slut!"

"See? She wants you to punish her! She knows she deserves it."
Karla said.

Melissa could feel Darrell's cock, not having gone down much yet,
begin to swell again. She took it as a good sign. She licked at
the wet spot on the boy's jeans and looked up at him again.

"Punish me! Please!" Melissa begged while looking up into
Darrell's slowly focusing eyes. She slid her tongue out and
licked at his cock and the wet spot again. "Sluts like me love
being hurt. Please give me the pain I need!"

"Okay," Darrell said, his voice husky with respawning lust. He
turned his head to Karla. "How...?"

Karla chuckled, low and mean. Melissa shivered. Asking Karla how
to punish meant that the boy would learn how to really hurt her.
She also remembered how frustrated Karla had been for the last
few days, not being able to hurt Melissa the way she normally
did.

"Crawl into the bedroom, little cunt. Crawl like the hot little
bitchslut you are!" Karla said.

Melissa felt fear making it hard to breathe. She dropped to hands
and knees and turned away from the two, starting to crawl. She
realized that this gave Darrell a view of her butt cheeks, her
crack covered only by the black thong.

"Wiggle it, slut! Show your master how much your little ass needs
his love and punishment!" Karla said.

Melissa was glad she was facing away from the two as her ears and
cheeks blushed red. She knew, though, that Karla was telling her
to do the things the Doctor wanted her to do. Melissa began to
grind her tight butt around as she crawled. It made the crawling
slower, but they had all night.

"Oh, god, I want that!" Darrell said behind her.

"It's all yours. All of her. As much of her as you want." Karla
assured him.

"All? Even if I want to, uh, you know, uh, do it in back?"
Darrell said. His stammering reminded Melissa that this boy was
still intimidated by Karla, who was an adult.

"You mean you want to fuck that tight little girl ass? Of course.
Angelique's ass, cunt and mouth are all for you tonight. Fuck her
in any hole, all her holes, as hard as you want. Isn't that
right, Angelique? Don't want Darrell to use your ass?"

"Yes, yes! I need to have you fuck my ass. Fuck my ass hard! I'm
a slut! I can't get enough cock!" Melissa said, still wiggling
and grinding her hips at the boy as she crawled into the bedroom.
She choked back a sob, hoping neither of them heard it as
anything but passion. Being used back there hurt the worst, even
though so many of the Friends had put cocks, fingers, dildos and
other things in there.

The music was louder in the bedroom. By now the music was
familiar, almost comforting. It had become one of the very, very
few things in Melissa's life that belonged to her.

Still wiggling her hips at the older boy who had followed her,
Melissa moved to the bed, putting her arms up on it and remained
kneeling. This was a punishment position that many of the Friends
had put her in.

"Bring him the paddle, little slut." Karla said.

Melissa left the bed and crawled to where the paddle lay,
starting to pick it up with her hands.

"No! Not with your hands. Use your mouth, like a little
slutpuppy!" Karla commanded, giving forth with her mean little
giggle. Melissa cringed inside as she grasped the paddles handle
in her teeth, turning to bring the paddle to Darrell.
Darrell was grinning wide and not at all with kindness when
Melissa presented the paddle to him. He was enjoying this game,
playing it Karla's way.

"Tell me. Tell me again. About what you want." Darrell said,
grasping the paddle in his hand, looking down at the almost naked
little girl kneeling at his feet. The glow in his eyes said to
Melissa that he was enjoying the taste of power he was getting.

Melissa felt the tears wanting to start. The tears she felt when
one of the Friends used her like this, making her beg to be hurt,
were gathering in her eyes. She drew a breath, getting ready to
parrot the words. She looked up at the not-quite Gerald face.

He wasn't Gerald, but making him happy was the key she needed to
the real one. She had already understood that if Gerald ever
wanted to hurt her she would allow it. She would allow Gerald
anything he wanted. Do anything he wanted. Beg him to do it.

Blinking, smearing the almost tears Melissa used the out of focus
Darrell to become Gerald. Gerald was the one who wanted to punish
her. That was okay. That was good.

"Please punish me! I need to feel the pain. I need to be hurt by
you. I've been a dirty little slut and need you to punish me to
make me be a good girl." Melissa said. She soft-focused to keep
the parts of Darrell that looked like Gerald in sight. She
lowered her right hand between her thighs, rubbing her pussy
through the thin material of the thong. She stroked the lips of
her pussy, grinding against the rubbing fingers, making sure that
Darrell/Gerald could see it.

"I'm getting wet just thinking of you punishing me. I love it
when you call me dirty names. It reminds me what I am, how bad I
am. I need to hear you call me names and hurt me to get off!"
Melissa said, rubbing faster. She could feel the wetness in her
mind before she felt it between her legs, but she did feel it
there. She was okay with getting wet for Gerald. She wanted to do
it for him. She was close to moaning, so she started moaning,
breathing faster. It was okay to pretend a little, Gerald could
make her feel good. This was what she could give him that other
girls couldn't. She wanted to give this to him.

"I'll hurt you, little slut!" Darrell/Gerald said. His hand
gripped her hair at the pony tail, yanking her head back hard.
"I'll hurt you, and then I'm going to fuck you!"

"Yes! Yes! Hurt me! Fuck me!" Melissa said, her voice turning to
a high-pitched wail of pleasure. She could feel the wetness on
her fingers, through the material of the thong. She could feel
the inside of her pussy aching to be stretched by Gerald's
hardness. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and yet she wanted
them to hurt even more. She wanted to feel them pinched and
twisted. She brought her other hand up and pinched hard at the
aching nipple, gasping as the pain shot a bolt of pleasure
through her belly to her clit.

Darrell jerked hard on her hair. "Stop hurting yourself, cunt!
That belongs to me!"

Melissa whimpered as she took her hand from her breast, wanting
to feel that terrible electric thrill again.

"Please, use the clamps on me. They are for you to use on me.
Please let me give you the clamps, use them to hurt me!"

"What clamps?" Darrell asked.

Karla left his side, moving to where the toys were laid out and
picking up the nipple clamps, dangling them in front of herself,
the light in the room glittering off the polished metal.

"Are those handcuffs?" Darrell pointed at the place where the
other toys were laid out. Karla nodded. "Bring them both over
here."

Karla picked up the handcuffs with her other hand and brought
both items to the boy. Darrell first took the clamps from her,
letting go of Melissa's hair, leaving her breathing heavy, still
grinding her pussy against her fingers.

"How do you use them?'

"Just squeeze the handles to open them, and then let them close
on her nipples." Karla said.

Darrell tossed the paddle on the bed, bending down and squeezing
the handles of the clamps open, then gripping Melissa's small
breast. He saw the jaws of the clamps and understood from them
how to align the clamp on the girl's nipple.

He let the jaw snap shut, rather than giving the handle a slow
release. The spring- loaded jaws snapped down on Melissa's
already sore nipple with a sudden bite. The pain shot out from
her nipple with more pain than her body could quickly eroticize.
Unable to process the pain, Melissa did what anyone would do. She
shrieked in pain, her back arching. Only long experience at being
hurt kept her from reaching up to remove the clamp.

"Too much for you, little slut? I don't think so!" Darrell said.
His eyes bright, his breathing fast. He grabbed her pony tail
again, holding the other clamp, ready to repeat the torment.

"If she keeps screaming like that she will wake the neighbors."
Karla said. "You had better gag her before you put that one on."

"Yeah, yeah. Gag her." Darrell said. He looked around, eyes
searching.

"We didn't bring a gag. Or not a real one." Karla said. "But
maybe the slut is willing to suck on her panties so she doesn't
annoy people by sounding like a bitch in heat?" Karla giggled.

Melissa knew what Karla was saying. Many of the Friends and Karla
had used panties, sometimes her own, to gag her. With the sudden
shock of the pain gone she was able to think and act again. She
cringed, not only because she hated being gagged, but the black
thong she was wearing was completely saturated with wetness from
her pussy.

"Yeah. Yeah! You got your panties wet, didn't you? You better
suck those panties for me, dirty little cunt!" Darrell said. "I
want to hurt you a whole lot!" If this was what he wanted, it was
what she had to do. Her bargain with the Doctor demanded it.
Melissa moved her hands from her breast and crotch to the waist
of her thong, skinning it down her hips and thighs. Since she was
kneeling she had to sit to take the thong the rest of the way
off. Moving, with one clamp biting her nipple and the rest of the
pair dangling was tormenting. She whimpered and felt tears
threaten to spill down her cheeks.

"Hairless little girl pussy!" Darrell said. A leer told Melissa
that he enjoyed it.

"Shaved, to make it more sensitive." Karla quickly said.
"You like it more sensitive, cunt?" Darrell asked. "I'll bet you
do. Now, suck on those panties!"

"Inside out, dirty girl!" Karla said, giggling.

"Why?" Darrell asked, and then looked sheepish. "Oh, duh!"

Melissa couldn't contain all the tears, a few spilled over and
crawled down her cheek as she was made to turn the panties inside
out, thus putting the portion of the thong directly against her
pussy directly on her tongue as she pushed it into her mouth. She
looked up at Darrell, eyes softly focused; trying to recapture
her vision of him as Gerald, but it was harder to do now.

"Aw, little slut is crying!" Darrell said, grabbing her by the
ponytail again. "Ain't that too bad! Well we are gonna have fun
punishing you!"

"Get back on your knees. No one told you to sit around on your
ass!" Karla said. With Darrell getting into punishing Melissa the
older woman was back in an element she knew well.

Melissa got her legs back under her as Darrell yanked up on her
hair. The sudden motion set the empty clamp swinging again,
twisting and pulling at her trapped nipple. She groaned into the
thong filling her mouth.

"Time for this little nippy to go wee-wee-wee all the way home!"
Darrell said, grabbing the empty clamp and opening it. He put it
over Melissa's other nipple and again just let go, letting it
snap down, forcing the girl to scream into the panty gag.

"Such a sexy sound!" Darrell said. He grabbed the chain
connecting the clamps and pulled on it, making the clamps tighten
and twist on Melissa's nipples. Melissa's voice rose in pitch,
but still muffled by the cloth filling her mouth the sound did
not increase in volume.

Melissa fought hard against reaching up to protect herself from
the pain. She grabbed her thighs, squeezing tight to hold her
hands down from trying to make Darrell stop hurting her. Tears
rolled free down her cheeks, dripping to her chest.

"Damn, this is so fucking sweet!" Darrell said, finally letting
go of the chain. "Gimme those handcuffs!"

Karla handed the boy the pair of handcuffs and took charge of
Melissa to help him put them on. She made Melissa bend over from
the waist and pulled the girl's hands back, behind her. Melissa
could smell Karla's own arousal with the woman this close.

"Are you going to spank her now?" Karla asked.

"No, later. I gotta fuck her before I bust a nut in my pants!"
Darrell said. He snapped the cuffs closed tight on Melissa's
wrists. Grabbing her by her ponytail again, he forced her to
clamber up on the bed, a task very difficult for the kneeling
girl without the use of her hands.

Melissa, experienced with nipple clamps, tried hard to keep from
being put face down on the bed. It was bad enough with the clamp
chain swinging, but to have to lay her chest down on the bed
would create even more pain. She tried to roll over on her back,
but Darrell forced her face down on the bedspread. With her hands
cuffed behind her the weight of her upper body came down on her
small breasts, crushing her chest and the clamped nipples.
Melissa started sobbing as the pain hit too hard to try and
commit to the illusion of Gerald being with her.

The mask also skewed on her face, but that was beyond her ability
to worry about. Darrell was behind her, forcing her legs open.
His hands left her body and she tried to rise up, putting her
weight on her head using her neck to relieve the pain in her
nipples. She could hear Darrell unzipping and pulling down his
jeans and underwear. The mask further slid up, onto her forehead.
She urgently grunted to, hoping Karla would see what was wrong.

"Fuck the slut! Fuck the slut! Fuck the slut!" Karla chanted,
paying no attention to Melissa's mask, in spite of Melissa trying
to signal her. She had helped Paul and enough of the Friends to
abuse Melissa to tie into whatever fantasy the person using the
girl wanted.

Melissa felt the older boy's cock thrusting against her pussy
lips. His hands were on her hips as he thrust blindly a few times
before finding the right angle. She felt the head of his cock
slip into her pussy, then plunge deeper.

":Oh, FUCK!" Darrell said, as his cock finally did so. He thrust
deeper, then began to pump in and out, his motions jerky. "So
sweet, hot, tight! This is so good!" He pulled back on Melissa's
hips.

The pull ruined Melissa's precarious balance, bringing her chest
crashing back down on the bedspread, forcing her to scream into
the thong stuffed into her mouth. Her body tensed in sympathy,
clamping her muscles around Darrell's cock. The squeeze brought
out a deep moan from his throat.

"See? She loves it! Fuck her harder! Hurt her with your big cock!
Hurt her! She loves it!" Karla said. She was panting, too.

Melissa turned her head toward where she heard Karla and saw the
older woman rubbing her own breasts through the material of her
dress. Her hips were squirming in pleasure, thighs clenched
together. While Karla had made Melissa pleasure her, it had been
mostly when Paul was around. Usually the woman just hurt her.
Seeing her getting off on watching this young boy hurt her was
new. Perhaps having to hold back from giving pain had this effect
on the woman.

Karla had to pay attention to her, see that the mask had come
off. The Doctor wanted it that way. Melissa tried again to cry
out loud enough to make Karla look at her face.

Darrell was gathering speed in his fucking, building up the speed
and force of his stroke as his own pleasure built. He was young,
not knowing the ways of pleasuring women or even girls. Both his
hormones and the insistent chanting by Karla drove him on toward
his own peak of pleasure. He had been told to hurt this girl and
fuck her and he was doing these as fast as he could.

Melissa's mewling, muffled scream at Karla sent him over the
edge. He'd seen R- rated movies and in those women screamed when
they came hard. To him it was a signal that he'd made the slut he
was fucking cum on his cock and the thought pushed him over his
own precipice.

"Yes! Take it, slut!" Darrell said, growling in animal triumph,
grinding his cock into her tight cunt, spurting his second load
of cum inside her. His wordless moan which followed the eruption
expressed a deep satisfaction.

"God, I need to cum, too!" Karla said. She knelt on the bed as
Darrell withdrew from Melissa's pussy. She pulled her own red
dress up, exposing her red thong. She yanked Melissa over on her
back.

Melissa's hands were cuffed, preventing her from using her own
hands to cover her face, and she had her fists balled up to
support her weight, to keep it off the cuffs on her wrists,
behind her back. The mask had slid up enough to reveal her to
Darrell. She looked toward him, then back up at Karla, trying to
eject the thong filling her mouth.

"Oh, your mask came off. Well, that's your fault, little whore.
I'll tell the..." Karla looked at Darrell, then changed her next
word, "you know who that you did this!

Melissa finally pushed the thong out of her mouth. "No! I
couldn't stop it from sliding up! My hands are tied!"

Karla cut off her protest with a slap across the face. The mask
was sent across the room as Karla's fingers caught the edge of
it.

"Hey, it's okay. I ain't gonna tell nobody about her!" Darrell
said. "Or is this more of how she gets off?"

Karla came back to the reality of having an outsider know about
Melissa. Her own lust and anger had allowed her to forget the
situation and the rules laid out by the Doctor.

"Yeah. Yes. She likes it. She likes to be punished. Especially by
two people! Let's make her do some more dirty stuff. You'll like
that, right?"

"Yeah! Yeah! I'm all about making a slut act dirty when it gets
her off, too!" Darrell grinned.

"Let's make her eat me, and then while she's doing that you can
punish her for being a lezzy!" Karla said.

Melissa felt her stomach dropping out. The small measure of power
the Doctor had given her to control events tonight had slipped
away. The boy who looked somewhat like Gerald had become like one
of the Friends, interested only in hurting her. The only
difference was that he thought he was giving her what she wanted.
How could she have screwed up so bad?

Darrell's hand in her hair gave her little time to ponder the
question. He yanked her head up, grinning down at her.

"How about that, little slut? Are you a little lezzie
cunt-lapper? Are you wanting to eat Dominique's yummy cunny?"
Darrell teased. He raised and lowered her head, making her nod.
"Sure you do!"

Melissa felt fresh tears in her eyes, blinked and tried to make
them go away. In a way, having Darrell act like one of the
Friends took the responsibility she had away. She didn't have to
work at making him happy. It was now his fantasy they were
playing out. His and Karla's. That was what she knew how to do.
She could give up control and responsibility and just take what
they were giving her, doing what she was told.

Karla pulled off the red thong that she wore under her dress,
dangling it in front of Melissa's face.

"Is this what you want to eat, babyslut? Doesn't that smell
yummy? Hot, wet pussy? You want to be a pussy licker, don't you,
little cunt?"

"Yes, please! I want to eat your pussy. I want to eat your wet,
yummy cunt!" Melissa said. For a brief moment she marveled at how
easily she slipped back into playing the role, no matter how she
felt about it.

Karla pushed the wet thong's crotch against Melissa's lips, then
between them, so that she had to suck the other woman's wetness
from the material. It was muskier in character than Melissa's own
pussy. After a week or more of not being used it was sort of like
once more tasting home cooking after lots of meals at
restaurants. Familiar, comforting.

Melissa moaned as she sucked on the wetness from Karla's pussy.
She had to play the part. Play her role. Play the game. As she
did she caught the lyrics from the CD.

"Think I might drown in the city so cold, so wasted Drown in the
poison I've tasted. Drowning in my dreams Dancing with the
demons.

All the angels are calling me over a sunless sea, But the beast
is feeding, oh my soul. The beast is feeding."

For a brief flash Melissa came to realize that Karla was her
beast. Feeding her. Feeding her the poison, poisoning her soul.
She moaned again, in a sense with both arousal and emptiness. She
had been here before, many times.

"Seen so much I didn't wanna see Now I'm burning out of control.
Can I take another night of emptiness? I don't know. Ain't nobody
gonna save my soul Nothing I can do anyway When the claws and the
feathers come and spirit me away."

Melissa went inside herself, deep inside, to the part of her that
Paul and Karla had found that first night, so long ago. That part
of her that knew how wrong this all was, how much it hurt, and
took pleasure in it, anyway.

She hated this part of herself. She hated enjoying what it did to
her, made her want the pain, want the shame. She didn't even like
thinking about it. She only brought it out when she lost control,
when she couldn't stop the pain by obeying. When they used pain
and pleasure on her to make her lose control. When losing control
meant not having to take the pain as pain any more.

Darrell grabbed the nipple clamp chain, yanking on it, sending
reawakened pain flooding through the girl's body. Melissa moaned
and pushed her chest out, offering her flesh for his punishment.

She had seen so much she didn't want to see. She was giving up
control, giving up her hopes and dreams and any hope for
happiness.

She could only hope to surrender to the claws of pain and the
feathers of pleasure it brought. To be carried away on it. To be
the slut that Paul and Karla, the Doctor, all of the Friends
called her.

They knew what she really was, even when she wanted to hide the
fact from herself. They knew she deserved the pain and the shame.
They were all feeding her soul, the real one. The ugly one that
enjoyed giving up control and longed for the pain.

"She has sucked those panties long enough. Give her your pussy!"
Darrell said to Karla.

Karla straddled Melissa's upturned face, jerking the panties out
of her mouth. The girl looked up into the wet, hot pussy of the
woman who had helped kidnap and enslave her, at the pussy of the
woman who hurt her and gave her to men to be used.

"Beg, little whore, beg for my cunt! Beg to eat me!" Karla said,
her pussy held above Melissa's face, the wetness from it coating
the insides of her thighs.

Melissa felt dread and shame and disgust, but she also felt a
sense of relief. Relief at being made to do this, being made to
be suffer. She wanted the beast to feed her soul. The real one.
The one that felt her clit throb when she was treated mean or
called names.

"Please, m- mistress Dominique, please let this dirty, filthy
cunt lick your beautiful wet pussy!" Melissa moaned. She felt her
own thighs wet from fresh moisture as she surrendered to the
shame and pain. "Please, master Darrell punish me for wanting to
eat her pussy like a little lezzy cunt-lapper!"

"Oh, yeah! She's getting hot! Her cunt's dripping wet!" Darrell
said from between her legs. "She is loving this shit!"

Karla reached forward, grabbing Melissa's legs, then leaned back,
lowering her own hips down, mashing her own wetness on the girl's
mouth. She groaned as Melissa's tongue thrust into her,
tongue-fucking her.

"Shit, yes! She has always been a hot little slut when you push
her far enough! Just like the night we –." Karla cut herself off,
realizing she was about to say things that Darrell shouldn't
know. "Slap her! Slap that wet little girl cunt of hers! Punish
the slut, maker her scream into me!" She ground her hips on
Melissa's face, moaning faster.

Darrell uses his hand to as he was told. He wasn't concerned with
whatever Karla had been babbling about. He was as hard again as
if he hadn't even cum once, let alone twice already tonight. He
was feeling so turned on, watching this little girl being made to
eat the older woman's cunt, hearing the two of them. He brought
his hand down on Melissa's exposed, wet pussy slit, hearing the
slap and the wet sound of her cunt squishing out more wetness
from the impact.

Melissa cried out, her mouth covered with Karla's pussy. The pain
of the slap both hurt and raised her higher, brought her to a
still higher level of arousal. She wanted the pain and the way
only pain took her away from being herself. She wanted to go
outside of herself.

The next slap and the next were taking her there. She switched
from tongue fucking to licking, her tongue slapping at Karla's
swollen clit, screaming out between licks as Darrell's hand
struck her. Her stomach knotted up as she rode the pain, building
higher and hotter, aching for the explosion that would eventually
consume her, yet also lost in the waves of the cruel sea that
tossed her around. She was converting all the pain into pleasure,
or feeling pleasure as pain. She was coming apart from herself.
It was like she was watching all of this happen to someone else.

"Fuck her ass, now! Fuck the little slut's ass hard! She belongs
to you, now! Take her last hole!" Karla groaned, her breathing
fast, voice guttural as she urged the boy the same as she would
urge Paul or one of the Friends.

Darrell stopped the slapping, getting himself lined up with
Melissa's hips, arched up by Karla's pull, her tightest hole
exposed. His cock nudged there, slipped into her dripping wet
cunt, then withdrew. He lined up again and pushed, this time
feeling the tight hole giving. He thrust again.

Melissa screamed. She screamed as the pain of Darrell's cock
entering her ass drove her both down and up. Down into the waves
that tossed her like a boat in a hurricane, up into the highest
peaks of pleasure/pain. She felt the head of his cock thrust
through her tight ass and keep going, plowing in, ramming into
her. She felt his cock impale her tight ass and begin thrusting.

Melissa's scream sent Karla over her own edge. She bore down;
crushing her cunt to Melissa's screaming mouth, grinding back and
forth, cumming hard.

"TAMMY!" Karla cried out. She shook, her body convulsing. "He's
fucking you so good!"

Karla had screamed that same way on that night. The night they
took Melissa away. The night she had made Melissa cum and cum
again from pain. She had screamed that same name. Melissa
remembered this in a part of her mind that wasn't really taking
part in all of this.

But it brought the whole night back. That night and every time,
every rape, every pain and every shame. They were all hitting her
at one time, hitting her like a bus, pushing her over the edge.

She couldn't breathe. She had no air left after screaming into
Karla's pussy. She couldn't breathe in because of the way Karla
had mashed her pussy and ass against her face. She could only try
to suck in air, but was sucking on wet, convulsing pussy.

It didn't matter that she needed air. Her body needed it, but her
soul needed to fall. To fall and fall and fall. The knot in her
stomach had finally reached the breaking point.

Melissa shook hard, her muscles clamping down on Darrell's cock
in her ass, driving more pain into her already burning ass. She
exploded hard, harder, hardest. She was exploding so hard she was
sure her entire body was blowing up, finally shattering into a
billion pieces.

As she clamped down, Darrell was driven to the edge again. He
wasn't listening as Karla screamed a name. He was lost in his own
thoughts. His thoughts of his cock shoving all the way through
this little girl's ass and up into the cunt of the sexy older
woman. His eyes rolled back in his head and he shouted out a
wordless cry of bestial triumph. His cock erupted again, this
time with little cum left to shoot, but shooting it into
Melissa's ass.

His hand had been the chain that connected the nipple clamps. He
had been getting ready to tug on them when his come hit him. He
was doing his best to hurt the girl like he thought she wanted.
As his climax reached it's peak his hand pulled back, hard,
yanking the clamps off the young girl's nipples.

Karla slid her hips back, off of Melissa's face, shaking, gasping
for air from the force of her own orgasm. There were tears in her
eyes.

Melissa felt the shock of the clamps snapping off her nipples
after being on for so long. In that distant part of herself that
was staying aloof she knew what was coming next. Her body wasn't
caring about next, though. It made her gulp in a lung full of air
at last, finally taking in what it needed.

The shock of the pain as the blood returned to her nipples after
being clamped for so long was like molten lead hitting her
nerves. Even though she still hadn't realized she hadn't really
shattered the pain from the shock hit her.

Melissa screamed, loud and high, her body convulsing again. Was
it pain too intense for pleasure, or pleasure too intense for
pain? She didn't know and didn't care. Her body came again, hard
and long. She shook, clamping down again on Darrell's cock, still
in her ass, this time squeezing it out as she came.
She was so far outside of herself that she passed out, her body
going limp.