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Authors name: Ashtree (tree_ash@hotmail.com)
Story title : Crime and Punishment

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Crime and Punishment (Fdom/F, spank, rp)
by Ashtree (tree_ash@hotmail.com)

***

A young shoplifter is abducted by the shop owner and her 
girlfriend, raped and sold into lesbian slavery.

***

Shit, thought Clare, she was in trouble this time. The 
shop owner was glaring at her across her desk in the back 
office of the shop she'd just been caught shop-lifting 
from, and this time Clare knew she couldn't talk he way 
out of it. Not that she was bothered about anything as 
simple as her parents finding out; she hadn't seen them 
for over 10 years, nor was she bothered about the Council 
Children's Home being informed - what could they do? 

Sometimes she thought they wouldn't notice if she just 
vanished from the face of the earth. No, what she was 
bothered about was that the shop owner had just informed 
her she was going to call the Police, and that, given 
Clare's previous record could very well spell prison.

"How old are you, girl?" The owner demanded, eyes 
narrowing

"17" Clare mumbled.

"You look younger, even so your parents won't be too 
pleased to hear about this, will they?"

"If I knew where they were, probably not." Clare agreed.

"Don't get clever with me, you're in enough trouble as it 
is."

Clare glanced up. "I wasn't being clever, I haven't seen 
them for about 10 years, I've been in Council Homes ever 
since." Her voice welled up as if with tears at this 
point.

"Don't try and play for sympathy, my dear, you're a thief 
and I don't go for any of this liberal society-is-to-
blame crap." The owner quickly cut through the potential 
waterfall.

"I'm not, but don't think the Home will care about this, 
they wouldn't notice if I never went back, so this would 
just be a way of letting them know I'm still in the 
area."

"Come off it, girl, are you saying the Council Home 
wouldn't notice if you just ran off?" The owners voice 
took on an interested air.

"No, I'm 17, they can't legally keep me there against my 
will."

"But they must know roughly where you are, surely?"

"No, I come and go as I please, that's it."

The owner sat for a moment deep in thought, then she 
leant over her desk.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear your tale of woe, but 
shoplifting is a crime and I always prosecute."

Clare merely shrugged, but inside she was cursing the 
cow.

The owner picked up the phone on her desk and tapped out 
a number.

"Hello, is that the Police? Good, it's the jewelers in 
Green Street here, could you send an officer round I have 
a shoplifter in my office. Yes, that's right. She say's 
she's from the Council Home, I don't know her name, no. I 
can only guess what's going on up there as she says she 
wouldn't be missed if she just vanished, yes it's 
scandalous. Describe her?"

The owner cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and 
addressed Clare. "They want to know what you look like in 
case you've been put on any missing persons register, 
stand up."

Clare did as she was told and stood in front of the desk. 
The owner removed her hand from the telephone's 
mouthpiece.

"About 5' 6", dark short hair, brown eyes, slim build, 
that' about it really. You'll send someone over right 
away, thanks, bye."

Clare stared at the ground while the rather formal 
description of her was relayed over the phone she could 
have added so much more if asked such as how she was 
raped at age 13, how she'd dabbled in drugs, both hard 
and soft, and had generally had a shit time so far in 
life. But she guessed neither the owner nor the Police 
would want to know.

About 20 minutes later there was a knock at the door and 
in response to the owner's summons a female officer of 
the law came in. She was in her mid 20's, about 10 years 
younger than the shop owner. 

Her uniform fit her well, and showed off the fact she had 
a fine figure underneath. Her hat was making a valiant 
effort to keep her blonde hair under wraps. Clare thought 
that times must be slack at the Police Station as the WPC 
looked like she'd got dressed in a hurry.

The WPC strode over to the owner.

"WPC Sharon Dennehy, what's the problem?"

"Valerie Henderson." The owner said shaking her hand. 
"The problem is this stuff" and with that she waved her 
hand at a few earrings on her desk. "Was in this girls 
bag." And with that she waved her hand at Clare

"I see." Sharon said. "You two better come down the 
Station, some of that jewelry looks expensive and I 
gather you want to press charges."

"Well, I do," Valerie began " but does that mean I'll 
have to shut the shop."

"I'm afraid so, it could take some time as well, this 
girl may look 16 but we have to make sure, otherwise we 
could end up in a lot of trouble."

"Yes, I understand, give me 5 minutes."

While Valerie went off to secure the shop, Sharon turned 
to the now frightened girl.

"Who's been a silly girl then?" She sneered in a way that 
somehow alarmed Clare. "OK, on your feet, hands behind 
your back" Sharon then snapped, as Clare obeyed she felt 
the cold bracelets of the handcuffs manacle her wrists 
together. 

Just then Valerie re-appeared and all three of them 
trooped out of the back of the shop into the deserted 
private car park at the rear. Clare was surprised to see 
that she was being led towards an unmarked car instead of 
the Police car she was expecting. 

The passenger door was opened and Sharon guided her into 
the seat, no easy feat given that Clare's hands were 
bound behind her. As Sharon fastened the seat belt around 
her Clare couldn't help noticing that her hands seemed to 
linger a bit too long on her breasts.

Soon though they were underway, suddenly Valerie spoke.

"Sharon, is this going to take long?"

"Could well, yes. Why?"

"Well, it's just that my dog's at home all on his own and 
hasn't been fed all day, is there any chance we could 
call by on the way, I'll only be a few minutes."

"Shouldn't really, but it is nearly 6, ok, where do you 
live?"

Valerie's house was actually about 3 miles out of town, 
an old farmhouse secluded from the main road in it's own 
grounds. As the car ground to a halt on the gravel 
Valerie started to get out but Sharon interrupted her.

"Ah, if you go in we have to come to, I can't be left 
alone in the car with a suspect, regulations you know."

"OK," Valerie replied, "The dog won't bite."

As Sharon undid Clare from her belt once more her hands 
seemed to linger on the prisoners full breasts, but not 
long enough to cause too much suspicion. Then she was 
pushed rapidly towards the house, which, Clare had 
noticed, Valerie had sprinted across the driveway to 
open.

Valerie held the door open for them both to go inside 
then shut it with a large slam.

"This way, where's the damn animal?" Valerie strode down 
the hallway calling her dog's name. "Strange, he must be 
upstairs, come on"

Valerie led the way, and Clare couldn't help wonder why 
she had to come to, but when she opened her mouth to ask 
Sharon pushed her firmly in the back so she nearly 
stumbled up the stairs. On the landing Valerie went into 
various rooms whistling whilst Sharon and Clare stood and 
waited, as Valerie went into one particular room Sharon 
turned Clare away from the doorway as if there was 
something she shouldn't see. Suddenly Clare's world went 
black.

Valerie came out of the last room clutching something in 
her hand, it was a hood and she slipped it over Clare's 
head. Before the startled girl could react Sharon had 
bent down and grabbed her ankles as Valerie grabbed her 
under the arms. 

The 2 of them carried the struggling girl into their 
bedroom and threw her on the bed. They both pinned her 
kicking legs as they removed her shoes, Valerie reached 
up and undid the buttons on her jeans and Sharon pulled 
them down and off while Valerie whipped off the girls 
knickers. 

Ignoring Clare's desperate, muffled screams Sharon held 
Clare's ankles together while Valerie bound them with a 
tight cord. Then Sharon briefly unlocked the handcuffs 
long enough for Valerie to pull Clare's t-shirt off and 
remove her bra, then the handcuffs were replaced. Finally 
Clare was rolled onto her back, her hood was removed and 
her own knickers were pushed into her mouth and held in 
place by another cord.

The 2 women lay either side of their helpless, struggling 
captive. Clare's shrieks were still loud despite her gag 
so Valerie slapped her round the face a couple of times 
to quieten her.

"OK, honey, I'm going to leave the gag in just long 
enough for me to explain your situation, then I'll remove 
it and you can decide what to do. Besides we'll need your 
mouth soon." As Valerie was saying this she and Sharon 
were letting their hands roam all over the bound girls 
body, Sharon in particular.

Valerie continued as Sharon forced her fingers between 
Clare's thighs and lowered her mouth onto her breasts. 
"We've kidnapped you, for a few hours you're ours to play 
with as we like, as you yourself said no-one will miss 
you. In a few seconds I'll remove your gag but I'd like 
to remind you of how isolated the house is, and that if 
you scream we'll beat the shit out of you." 

All the while Valerie was talking Sharon was licking and 
nibbling Clare's breasts and working her fingers into her 
pussy despite the way Clare clamped her thighs shut. 
Suddenly Sharon bit hard on the girl's tit.

"Listen you bitch." Sharon shouted. "Open your fucking 
legs or you'll really discover what pain is." Reluctantly 
Clare obeyed and felt Sharon's fingers slide in as her 
tongue returned to her breasts.

Valerie now began to untie Clare's gag. "Don't scream, or 
else." She grimly warned her.

As the gag was removed Clare gulped in the fresh air, 
then, once she was refreshed she spat out her venom. "You 
fucking bitches, you can't keep me here for ever, I'll go 
straight to the cops, I don't care if your sick 
girlfriend is one of them. Aaah..." Her sentence was cut 
off as Sharon it hard on her nipple at the disrespectful 
reference.

"2 things." Valerie calmly began. "One, Sharon isn't a 
cop. That was just a uniform we picked up one day for a 
kinky game, it came in very handy today though, didn't 
it? Secondly, you're right we can't keep you here 
forever, but we don't have to. We know a couple of people 
who'll be very interested in you; I guess you'd call them 
slavers. There's always a market for young things like 
you that aren't missed. You see, your future from now on 
is to be hired out as a sex object to any woman who's 
willing to pay you'll have no say in the matter, you'll 
just be there to be used and abused. It's strictly no 
men, so you'll have no horrid cocks shoved in you but I 
gather strap-ons are permitted."

Clare's eyes widened with fear. "You're lying." She 
shouted.

"Am I?" Valerie raised an eyebrow and reached for the 
bedside phone, as she began to dial she continued "Don't 
worry, if you're really good in the next couple of hours 
we'll have you back sometime. Hello? Is that the office? 
Hi it's Valerie here. Fine thanks. Listen I've got 
someone here you might be interested in. She's 17, and 
guaranteed untraceable. Well let's just say she's 
absconded from a Council Home and they're not too 
bothered about her. Ah ha, yes. Well, I'm sure we can 
negotiate a price once you see her. Tonight if possible, 
we don't really have your facilities to keep her.7.30? 
That'd be fine. Oh yes I think we can keep her occupied 
until then. Love to you both, see you later" She put the 
phone down, punched the air in delight and turned to 
Sharon who was now kissing her way down Clare's stomach. 
"They'll be here in a while, so we can play as much as we 
like until then."

"OK," Sharon replied and immediately got off Clare and 
began to undress hurriedly as did Valerie, both women 
grinned wickedly at Clare as they did so. Once they were 
undressed Clare could see the difference in their bodies; 
Valerie looked as if she worked out - there was hardly an 
ounce of fat on her body while Sharon looked slightly 
overweight. When both were naked they climbed back onto 
the bed next to Clare and began to unite her

"You can't get away, and besides we need your fingers 
soon little one." Sharon bluntly informed her, and then 
she grabbed a handful of Clare's hair and tilted her head 
back. Slowly she lowered her breasts onto Clare's face. 
"Come on, slut, suck them."

At first Clare kept her mouth firmly closed but a few 
vicious yanks on her hair prised her lips open and Sharon 
forced one of her nipples in. She began to rock Clare's 
head backwards and forwards on her tit and her eyes 
rolled upwards in delight. 

Valerie meanwhile was kissing and licking Clare's thighs 
up towards her pussy, she pushed her legs open and 
flicked her tongue over the poor girls lips. This was the 
first time Clare had ever had another woman go down on 
her and she gave a sort of convulsive twist as if to 
escape, Valerie laughed and held Clare's bucking hips 
down and proceeded to lap at Clare's open pussy.

Sharon took her breast out of Clare's mouth and began to 
kiss the girls face and neck, the excitement of the 
situation was beginning to make her lose control and she 
started to whisper in Clare's ear as she nuzzled the 
girls neck.

"Christ, you're beautiful. Just lie still and enjoy it, 
you'll love it." She muttered, before dropping her lips 
onto Clare's neck and giving her a savage love bite. 
Clare twisted as best she could to avoid this but the 
combination of the two women easily held her down.

"Ah, don't you like that, sweetheart?" Sharon gently 
chided her. "Try this instead"

With that she clambered up on top of Clare and sat 
astride her, her thighs wrapped round Clare's neck. Then 
as Valerie continued to lick away at Clare's pussy Sharon 
gripped Clare's hair in her hands and forced her own 
pussy onto Clare's reluctant mouth.

"Mmmfffgh," Clare tried to protest, but Sharon's 
fearsomely tight grip on her hair, and the equally tight 
grip of thighs meant her protests were in vain and soon 
the taste of Sharon's pussy began to fill her mouth.

Both Sharon and Valerie were close to orgasms now, 
Valerie slipped a hand between her legs to finger herself 
to a climax and Sharon ground her crotch harder onto 
Clare's lips.

Clare could feel herself being violated and she knew 
there was nothing she could do, she had to open her mouth 
to let in a bit of air and this let Sharon's juices seep 
in, the thighs round her neck gripped tighter she 
orgasmed into Clare's mouth. 

At the same time Clare could feel Valerie's tongue 
working faster and faster on her pussy and to her shame 
she began to relalise she was being turned on by it. Then 
the tongue between her legs went into frenzy as Valerie 
herself came, and spitefully she bit Clare's pussy lips 
as she did.

Temporarily sated both women lay on their backs at the 
side of their sobbing, humiliated captive. Valerie spoke 
first.

"They'll be here soon we'd better get her ready to go, 
seems a shame really, but I guess that's how it is."

"Okey-dokie," Sharon replied reaching down onto the floor 
to get the cords.

Rapidly both women seized Clare's limbs and bound them 
together, probably more tightly than was needed seeing as 
the girl was beyond resisting. As a final gesture they 
stuffed her panties back in her mouth and gagged her with 
a cord.

Originally the plan had been to leave Clare upstairs 
until the slavers arrived but the sight of her trussed up 
and helpless on the bed was too tempting and the 2 women 
lay on either side of the captive and tortures her 
breasts with their teeth and tongues, all the while 
playing with their pussys, getting off on Clare's 
pointless struggles and muffled cries.

They kept this going for about 20 minutes until they 
heard a car draw up outside, Valerie went downstairs, 
still naked leaving Sharon with Clare. Sharon couldn't 
resist taunting Clare with her predicament.

"Ah, poor you, in a few minutes you'll leave us and spend 
the rest of your life as a whore for whichever women want 
you, lucky them I say."

Clare's eyes widened in real fear and she started to 
scream as best she could from behind her gag, this merely 
caused Sharon to laugh and start to pinch and prod the 
tightly bound girl.

"Oh, shut up, girl, face it you're ours to do with as we 
please."

Just then the bedroom door re-opened and Valerie entered 
followed by two elegant well-dressed women.

"Hello Sharon." The taller of the two women said.

"Hi Veronica, hi Hannah." Sharon nodded at the pair while 
still letting her hands caress Clare's bound body.

"So this is the merchandise." The shorter woman 
interjected, indicating the struggling Clare.

"Yep, Hannah, freshly caught and up for grabs. As you can 
see she's got a good body, she licks pussy well, and is 
totally untraceable. How much do you reckon she's worth?"

Clare couldn't believe they were casually talking about 
her as if she was an inanimate object; she tried to shout 
that she was a person like them, but it just came out as 
a load of muffled shrieking. Veronica walked over to the 
bed and sat on it beside Clare, gently she stroked her 
hair.

"Hush little one, don't cry, I'm sure Valerie and Sharon 
have told you what's going to happen to you." 

Suddenly her tone changed as she yanked Clare's 
viciously, "From now on you're our property, all we've 
got to do now is agree a price. Tomorrow you'll be taken 
to the house of a woman who loves to get her hands on 
young things like you. Trouble is she's a bit rough and 
none of our girls who do this willingly want to let a 50 
something dyke violate them, so when Valerie rang and 
told us about you it solved a stick problem. Hannah and 
myself have come here tonight to introduce you to what 
you'll have to do tomorrow. A sort of dry-run, or a wet-
one if you like."

Without waiting for a response she got off the bed and 
turned to Valerie and Sharon.

"OK, let's talk money. We'll give you 2,500 for her, or 
2,000 and you two get a free use of her once a month for 
a year. Other bookings permitting."

Sharon and Valerie exchanged smiling glances

"Done with the free use, you said you were going to break 
her in now, can we watch?" Valerie asked hopefully.

"Sure thing" Hannah answered for the slavers. "You never 
know we might let you join in."

Victoria now began to take control of the situation and 
nodded at Valerie and Sharon.

"O.k. while we get ready why don't you two untie our 
little bundle here and lie her face down across the bed?"

While Valerie and Sharon went to work on the binds they'd 
tied unnecessarily tightly Hannah and Victoria calmly 
stripped off, they both kept on nothing but their 
stockings and suspenders and then they delved into the 
bag they'd brought with them and fished out two strap-on 
dildos and a thin whippy cane. 

They tightened up their strap-ons and, with Victoria 
holding the cane, moved round to the side of the bed 
nearest Clare's head. Victoria gestured for Valerie to 
pull Clare's head up from the sheets by her hair. 
Victoria stared at Clare's tear stained face for a moment 
then she brought the cane into view.

"Right, little one, let's begin wit your preparation for 
tomorrow night. Have you ever been caned before? I see 
from your eyes you haven't, well from now on you'll be 
caned a lot. For some reason our clients really like to 
inflict pain on gorgeous things like you, oh well can't 
be helped. 

"Look on the bright side, you'll be in loads of videos, 
and if you're really good I'll even be able to sell you 
to your own mistress. I've lost count of the number of 
pretty little waifs and strays I've sold; hell you might 
even get sold overseas. I hope some Russian woman doesn't 
want you, they're particularly cruel. Valerie, could you 
hold her head while Hannah gags her?"

This momentarily nonplussed Valerie as Clare still had a 
makeshift gag in place, and then she realized Victoria's 
intentions. As she held Clare's head in a vice like grip 
Hannah pulled the existing gag from her mouth. Clare's 
mounting terror now had an outlet.

"Please, please don't do this to me, please let me go. I 
won't tell anyone, honestly." Clare was now convinced 
that all she'd been told so far was true and she was 
going to end up exactly as promised: a lesbian sex-slave. 
"Please let me go, I've done nothing to you, please 
mmfffghhh." The rest of Clare's plea was lost as Hannah 
rammed her strap-on into her mouth and held her hair 
tightly to keep it in place.

"Thank you Hannah. Now Valerie, if you'd like to grip our 
prospective slave by the shoulders." Victoria walked 
round the bed to the other side. "Sharon, if you'd like 
to hold her ankles, thanks you. You might like to grip 
them hard, I fear she may try and jump about a bit."

As Valerie and Sharon took their respective grips on 
Clare's body Victoria gently laid the cane on her 
buttocks. Her excitement grew as Clare's cheeks trembled 
in anticipation. The silence in the room was only broken 
by the sobs and gagging sounds coming from Clare's mouth 
as Hannah gently pushed her phallus in and out.

Victoria slowly raised the cane to head height then 
brought it flashing down. The effect was electric. 
Clare's whole body gave a convulsive jerk, but was easily 
held down by the two women. A long moan attempted to get 
past Clare's phallic gag as Victoria repeated the blow, 
the again. 

Soon Clare's bottom was marked with a series of erotic 
tramlines and all the watchers were trying to relieve the 
sexual tensions that were rising. Valerie and Sharon had 
their work cut out holding down Clare's bucking body but 
Victoria was able to finger herself under her strap-on 
and Hannah began to increase the speed of her thrusts 
into Clare's mouth.

Victoria couldn't wait any longer; she laid on two more 
vicious strokes then dropped the cane and barked out some 
instructions to Sharon.

"Get on the bed and get her bum in the air."

As Sharon did as she was told Victoria moved onto the bed 
herself and positioned herself behind Clare, she knelt 
directly on her legs thus immobilizing her still further, 
then as Sharon raised Clare's battered behind off the bed 
Victoria thrust her strap-on at Clare's anus.

A searing pain ripped through Clare's body as Victoria 
pushed herself roughly inside. The pain felt as if it 
would kill her and her whole face contorted in agony.

"Wow, honey, that produced a reaction." Laughed Hannah.

Victoria made no reply, she was in her element now, and 
this was the best part of her "business", violating as 
brutally as possible some helpless girl. She glance at 
Sharon, she'd like to do this to her some day but had 
never been able to get the right situation. Now, though, 
she concentrated on the job in hand.

"Finger her pussy." Victoria grunted to Sharon. "Val, 
pinch her tits."

Both women needed no further encouraging and Clare's 
agony was increased as Sharon slipped two fingers inside 
her and began to frig away, Valerie slid a hand under and 
began to squeeze one of Clare's nipples, then sank her 
nails into Clare's breasts. Hannah yanked harder on 
Clare's hair as her thrusts grew faster and Victoria was 
pushing deeper into Clare's tiny hole with every stroke. 
The all out assault on her body proved too much for Clare 
and she passed out.

This didn't bother her assailants one bit, it was quite a 
frequent occurrence for one of their rapes to produce 
this reaction. Gesturing for Valerie and Sharon to step 
back Victoria slipped a hand round Clare's waist and 
lifted her backwards towards her. 

Hannah, guessing Victoria's intentions followed Clare's 
head and stepped onto the bed. She drew her phallus out 
of Clare's mouth and knelt in front of her. Victoria 
moved slowly so as to stay inside the now unconscious 
girl, and gently maneuvered them so as Clare was lying on 
top of her but still impaled on Victoria's strap-on.

Victoria held up a hand to momentarily stop Hannah, and 
then began to whisper into Clare's ear.

"Wake up honey, it's all over, we're finished, you can go 
now."

This lie had the desired effect of bringing Clare back to 
consciousness just in time for the follow up.

"You wish, you little slut." Then Victoria urgently waved 
Hannah in and Hannah thrust her strap-on into Clare's 
pussy.

"Aaaahghh, no please, it hurts, please stop." Once more 
Clare's protests were in vain as Hannah thrust in and 
out, while Victoria pushed against Hannah's motions 
fucking both Clare's hole with equal intensity.

Clare's cries were now just a low whimper as Hannah 
slumped sideways momentarily spent. Victoria pushed Clare 
up and off her synthetic cock and rolled her onto her 
side. She undid the strap-on and rolled Clare onto her 
back, she sat astride her neck with her pussy inches from 
Clare's face.

"There, that wasn't too bad was it? But there's still 2 
things a good lesbian whore must do." Without looking 
round she set out some new instructions for Valerie and 
Sharon. " Can you two grab an leg each and pull them 
apart as far as you can. Hannah if you'd like to do what 
you do best."

Clare couldn't see anything other than Victoria towering 
over her but she felt Valerie and Sharon grab her ankles 
and pull them apart with typical roughness. What she 
couldn't see was Hannah greasing up one of her hands.

Hannah knelt on the bed between Clare's legs. "Ready 
Victoria."

"O.k. Now little one you're going to lick me out. 
Meanwhile Hannah will attempt to slide her entire hand 
into your pussy. If you manage to make me come I'll tell 
her to stop, if you don't make me come I'll let her 
continue until she's in up to the elbow, understand?" A 
sharp blow across the face reinforced the hopelessness of 
Clare's position. "Right, let's go."

Victoria pushed her pussy onto Clare's lips as Hannah 
began to slide her lubricated hand into Clare's pussy. 
Clare's' desperate struggles were easily dealt with by 
Valerie and Sharon whose pussy's were on fire at this 
show.

Victoria was so aroused she would normally have come as 
soon as Clare's tongue made contact with her pussy lips 
but she was a past-mistress at holding back her orgasms 
when needed and she wanted to make sure Hannah got quite 
a way in before she came.

"Come on, bitch, try harder, come on lick me"

All Clare could feel was a searing pain as Hannah eased 
more and more of her hand into her pussy, sharp tugs on 
her hair reminded her that the only way to stop the pain 
below was to lick the pussy of the heartless bitch who 
was organizing all these cruelties. Reluctantly, yet 
willingly she flicked her tongue over Victoria's pussy 
lips. She sensed a sudden tightening of Victoria's thighs 
round her face then heard her cry.

"Yes, yes, ah that's good, ah you bitch, you little slut, 
that's good, aaaaahh."

Hannah was desperately fingering herself to a climax too 
as she finally managed to ease her whole hand inside 
Clare. Valerie and Sharon were simply dumbstruck at this 
awesome display of lesbian domination.

Victoria finally unclamped her thighs from Clare's face 
and allowed the girl to come up for air; her lips still 
glistened from Victoria's come. Hannah, none too gently 
pulled her hand from within Clare's pussy and a silence, 
punctuated only by Clare's sobs mixed with her gasps for 
air, descended.

Typically it was Victoria who broke the silence.

"Right, let's get our merchandise home. Hannah, you and 
Sharon get dressed and get the car into the garage, I 
don't want anyone to see us putting this little sweetie 
into the boot."

Clare realized what was about to happen.

"Oh God, please don't do this, please let me go, I beg 
you."

Victoria suddenly turned on her with a fury.

"Shut it, bitch. You're ours now, we paid good money for 
you and you'll make us good money back doing what we want 
when we want and with who we want, get it?" And with a 
fearsome slap across the face she finished the debate.

Hannah and Sharon hurried downstairs to sort out the car 
while Victoria, still wound up, gagged Clare in a savage 
move.

As both Victoria and Valerie dressed Victoria suddenly 
turned to Valerie.

"If you ever get tired of Sharon give me a call, I can 
always find a use for her."

Valerie pondered this a moment.

"Would I get Hannah as my slave then?"

Victoria shrugged "It could be arranged, I suppose."

Valerie nodded at her. "I'll think about it." Then 
changing the subject "Do you want her dressed?" she asked 
pointing at Clare

"No, I don't think I've finished with her tonight. I'll 
take her clothes though."

Both women hurried Clare out of the bedroom and 
downstairs to the kitchen, and then into the garage where 
Sharon and Hannah were waiting by the car.

As Clare saw the open boot of the car and her plight 
finally sank in she attempted to struggle but the 4 women 
had no trouble restraining her and binding her into 
immobility, then Sharon and Hannah lifted her into the 
boot, just before closing it Sharon kissed Clare lightly 
on the forehead.

"See you again honey, enjoy tomorrow."

Victoria spoke next.

"I'll drop the money round next week, hopefully our 
client tomorrow will make a video of our new girl here, 
I'll get a copy sorted out for you. O.k. let's get her 
home."

They all kissed goodbye and Valerie and Sharon watched 
the car disappear down the driveway, both wondered if 
they'd ever see Clare again. Then they turned to go back 
in the house, as Sharon led the way Valerie watched her 
and couldn't help remembering Victoria's offer.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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