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Life as a Teenage Sex-Slave
by Maussie (mighty_maussie@hotmail.com)

***

Deborah, a sixteen year old girl, has been out with some 
friends during the evening. The next morning, she wakes 
up in someone's bed. She's naked, handcuffed, legcuffed, 
collared, and chained to the wall. She can't remember 
how she has ended up here, or what happened during the 
night, but she understands that she's in serious trouble 
now. (M/F-teen, underage, nc, rp, oral, anal, bd, drugs)

***

Slowly Deborah opened her eyes, carefully allowing them 
adjust to the bright piercing daylight. 

"Owwww... My freaking head... Why did I have to drink so 
much..." she whined in self-pity.

The slender sixteen year old blue eyed blond girl lay on 
her belly. Slowly she raised her head up and had a look 
around. Her body felt like it weighed a ton, thanks to 
her hangover. Everything must still have been blurry to 
her, because even though she knew she had to be home, 
the room she was in, did not appear to be her bedroom, 
it was not even close to it. Not the king-size bed she 
lay on, not the silk sheets that covered it, not the 
closed curtains in front of the windows, not the 
paintings and posters of naked women on the wall, and 
least of all the naked man next to her.

Hang on... Her mind took a break and rewound... 'Man she 
was lying next to???' Suddenly it became all too clear 
to her, this wasn't her bedroom at all!!! She was in 
some guy's room, and in bed with him. And she was naked, 
she suddenly realized. She was completely naked, lying 
half on top of some unknown guy, in his bedroom, with 
her left leg between his legs and her left arm across 
his chest, with her crotch pressing against his waist, 
and her firm yet not too large breasts against his 
ribcage. She could even feel his still semi-rigid dick 
against her left hip. How the hell had this happened?!

Deborah quickly turned on to her back, away from the 
naked man next to her, and sat up straight in the bed. 
She put her face in her hands and shook her head. Her 
long bright blond hair fell down over her face. Had she 
really had so much to drink last night in the club, that 
she had somehow ended up going home with some guy to 
have sex with him? How embarrassing... And that while 
she was such a decent girl, she didn't do one-night 
stands. She tried to remember how it had happened, but 
she couldn't, her head hurt too much from the hangover. 

She could remember being in the club, with her friends, 
and at certain point she knew that she had gone down to 
the toilet, and from that moment on, it felt like there 
was a huge gap missing from her mind, till now, the 
moment she woke up. She could not even remember leaving 
the club, or getting her bike, meeting this guy. This 
was odd, she had never experienced something like that 
from a hangover before.

And who the hell was this guy anyway, she thought. He 
had better be handsome if she had allowed him to fuck 
her. She turned her head and glanced at him, to see if 
she could recognize him. But instead of some handsome 
young guy, she saw a man. She didn't recognize him, but 
he looked more than twice her age, with short dark hair. 
He seemed slightly muscular, yet also slightly 
overweight. 

Deborah's eyes were instantly wide open from shock, her 
face pale as a sheet as if she had just seen a ghost. 
What the hell??? How had this happened? She, a sixteen 
year old teenager, had actually spend the night with an 
adult man??? How drunk must she not have been, to allow 
that to happen? 

And to make matters worse, this had actually been her 
first real sexual encounter with a man. This man had 
been her first, he had taken her virginity, he had 
deflowered her. She now belonged to this man, and she 
couldn't even remember what it had been like!

Then, suddenly, Deborah noticed something else, while 
her head cleared up from the alcohol. Her hands were 
cuffed! They were bound together by tightly fitting 
hinged handcuffs. She gazed at them for a moment. This 
couldn't be true, some pervert had actually seduced her 
into coming with him, and had then handcuffed her while 
they had sex? She must have had these things on already 
from the moment he had her undressed. And not only were 
her hands cuffed, her feet were as well! They too had 
round metal bonds around them, around her ankles, which 
were connected to each other by a small chain, about 
thirty centimeters long. That would only allow her to 
have very limited walking ability.

Deborah gave the cuffs a couple of yanks, but of course 
they would not come loose. A key was needed to free her 
from these things. A key that she didn't have. Then she 
saw a chain. It looked somewhat heavy, and was connected 
to one of the walls of the room by a large ring, next to 
a door that probably lead to the bathroom. It ran across 
the floor like a snake, in her direction. In fact, it 
came up the bed, across her left leg, and then hung in 
front of her belly and chest, between her nicely 
rounded, firm, medium sized breasts.

"No fucking way..." the girl whispered in anxiety. This 
couldn't be true. Quickly yet slightly awkwardly, thanks 
to the handcuffs, she moved her hands to her neck, and 
felt how a large flat ring had been placed around it. 
She was wearing collar. A steel collar. Not only had the 
goddamned pervert hand- and legcuffed her, no, he had 
also placed a collar around her neck and chained her to 
the wall as if some was some kind of watch dog!

Deborah placed her face back in her handcuffed hands and 
shook her head again. What a huge fool she had been, to 
let this be done with her. She was handcuffed, collared 
and chained to a wall. In other words, she was trapped 
in here, in the bedroom of this man, with no chance to 
escape. She was his prisoner now.

The long haired blonde took another look at her 'lover'. 
He too was naked, and lying on his back. She got a full 
view of him, of all of him that is, as most of the bed 
covers lay next to the bed, instead of on top of them. 
She saw his short dark hair and his eyes, closed as he 
was still firmly asleep. She saw his somewhat muscular, 
yet slightly overweight body with his tattooed upper 
arms, shoulders and chest. 

Some of the tattoos she recognized as being an animal or 
some lady, but most of them were completely alien 
symbols to her. The girl shook her head. How could 
people do that to themselves, she thought, ruin their 
own bodies like that, by getting dumb pictures on their 
skin.

She turned her upper body towards him, with her chained 
legs placed besides her, and reluctantly she let her 
fingers slide along his chest and arms, in a weird 
display of affection, though she was not sure why she 
did it. Perhaps to make it easier for her to come to 
peace with what must have happened the night before? She 
just couldn't believe that this man, this thirty-
something year old man, really had been her first. Or 
that he had taken her while she was well restrained with 
metal bonds. This was like a porn scene that she only 
knew from pictures on the internet. But this was not the 
internet, this was real! And she was the involuntary 
star! 

Then the girl's eyes unintentionally moved from his 
chest to his groin, to his dick. Mesmerized she glanced 
at the half rigid meaty rod, still shiny from her pussy 
juices and his cum. She couldn't believe that thing had 
been inside of her. But it must have, the evidence was 
clear to see on it. 

Carefully, so she would not wake her unwanted bed-
partner, she moved her shackled hands from his chest to 
his groin, and slowly started to carefully stroke his 
pubic region, and especially his semi hard dick. And as 
she did, she couldn't help it, but she got some of the 
sticky substance that covered it on her hand. It 
disgusted her, and it aroused her at the same time.

The touch of her hand caused it to grow larger and hard 
again. Something she had never seen happen before, 
except on TV. Out of the blue she felt an eerie feeling 
of arousal down at her crotch, and her nipples got hard, 
and instinctively she moved her hands to her pussy and 
started rubbing it. Much to her dismay, she found that 
some of his cum had leaked out of her pussy and on to 
her thighs. This turned her on even more. This was 
unbelievable, was she actually getting aroused by the 
sight of this man, this adult man, covered in tattoos?

For a moment, she even considered jumping on top of his 
crotch, to take his now fully rigid dick in again, just 
so she could experience what it must have been like. But 
that would most likely wake him up, and she had no idea 
how he would react to finding her on top of him. 

Suddenly she felt sick. She jumped off the bed, nearly 
lost her balance in the process thanks to the handcuffs, 
and ran to the bathroom, where she threw up in the 
toilet. Then she started to cry. How the hell could this 
have happened to her? She was no cheap slut, no whore to 
be used like this. She was a well brought up, decent 
girl, who occasionally drank a little too much, and this 
man had taken full advantage of that and dishonored her.

Half an hour later, after she had cleaned herself up a 
bit, she came back into the bedroom and glanced at her 
playmate of the night. He had turned to his side, but 
was still sound asleep. Then she saw it. She had seen 
this man before! He had been a customer at the 
supermarket where she worked on Saturday. 

"Oh my God..." Deborah whispered. This man had been at 
her checkout so often, to pay for his groceries, and he 
had always been so friendly. Always had he made a little 
talk with her, asked her how she was, told her she 
looked pretty again as usual. She had even thought for a 
while that he had a mild crush on her, and she on him. 
How could this man have done this to her now? He must 
have been preparing this all along, while he pretended 
to be just a nice guy... 

Then she thought for a while. She could not leave, not 
until he would free her from her bonds, and she was 
still tired, so reluctantly she crawled back into bed, 
while still naked, even though she had seen her 
underwear lying on the floor. But all the cloths in the 
world could be lying on the floor, thanks to her bonds, 
she could put none of them on. Reluctantly she crawled 
in bed next to the man who had made her his. She kept 
her distance from him though, scared as she was of him 
now. How would he react if he would wake up, with her 
still by his side? 

Would he free her? Or would he fuck her again, and then 
how would she react if he did? Would she let him take 
her again? Or would she fight him all the way? Would he 
keep her imprisoned, here, in his bedroom? He could so 
easily do that. No-one probably knew she was here, if 
she would scream or fight back, he would likely kill 
her, and trying to escape was also out of the question, 
with those metal restraints on her body. 

He could keep her here forever if he wanted to, like 
some kind of sex-slave. She had heard about that, how 
that happened with girls like her. She had seen 
documentaries on TV about it and not understood how 
those girls could have allowed themselves to end up in 
such situations. And now it had happened to her herself, 
and she didn't even know how it had happened... What a 
tragedy! Then she dozed off again, and started dreaming 
lustful dreams, of how she was being kept as a slave and 
used and abused by this man, and hundreds of others too. 

*****

Several hours later, and Deborah was rudely awoken due 
to a strange and rather painful sensation at her butt. 
At first she didn't know what it was, but slowly, as she 
got her senses back, she realized what was happening. 
She was lying on her side, with her legs slightly pulled 
up and her back turned towards the man that held her 
captive since last night. She could feel his hands 
holding her firmly by her waist, and she could something 
probing in her anus, it was the man's rigid dick. He was 
about to ass-rape her!

Instantly the young girl was wide awake. Her eyes were 
wide open from shock. She bit her lip in order to 
prevent herself from crying out loud from pain and fear. 
Before this night, she had never even been fucked in her 
pussy, let alone in her ass, and it turned out to become 
quite a painful first time experience for her.

'Oh God noooo... Let this not be happening...' she 
whined in her thoughts, and prayed that this wasn't 
really happening, or that it would be over soon.

His dick might have been lubricated thanks to their not 
yet fully dried up cum on it, but her ass was dry, and 
tight, so with every push she could feel the man's dick 
pulling on her tender, thin skin in and around her anus. 
Deborah squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lips even 
harder, in order to stop her from screaming. She did not 
want him to know that she was awake. God knows what he 
would do to her then.

The head of his dick had already passed her anal 
sphincter, and was now slowly but surely sliding deeper 
into her rectum, until his dick was almost completely 
inside. It felt weird to Deborah, unnatural, like it 
didn't belong in there. Unwittingly the girl started to 
pant, to deal with the pressure of having that man's 
dick in her anus. He noticed this, he knew she was awake 
now, and suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and 
started to thrust in and out of her ass.

"Aaahhh... Mmmpfff... Oohhh..." she let out constantly, 
as she felt his dick moving in and out of her ass. She 
really did her very best not to scream, fearing that the 
man might then become violent with her. 

But then something unexpected happened. Something she 
seriously did not want. She was starting get turned on 
by the sensation of being ass-raped! Whether it was the 
pain of the sudden invasion, or the anxiety of what was 
happening to her, the situation she was now in, she 
didn't know, but she started to feel aroused and had 
begun to enjoy the rape. Her abdomen started to feel all 
tingling, and lust took over from sense. She pulled her 
legs up, to grant the man more and better access to her 
butt, and as a response to this, he started to thrust 
even harder into her.

Then he suddenly turned her on to her stomach, without 
ever pulling out of her. He forced her on her knees and 
elbows, and started really pounding into her already 
overly sore ass. With every thrust he slammed his pelvis 
against her buttocks, that turned red from the abuse. 
And Deborah could do nothing to stop it. 

She wanted to hit back at him with her arms, but the 
handcuffs prevented that. All she did was hurt herself 
by pulling on the cuffs. She wanted to kick him, but the 
short chain between her ankle cuffs prevented that. And 
besides, he rested his lower legs on top of that chain, 
while he stood on his knees behind her. All she could do 
was bite into the pillow to stop herself from screaming 
and to try and fight off the pain, while he held on to 
her hips and the chain of her collar.

Then, after some ten minutes of anal fucking, he froze. 
He now grabbed her by her breasts and squeezed them 
firmly, and then he pushed as far into Deborah's ass as 
he could. Next thing the sixteen year old blonde knew, 
his dick spasmed in her rectum and moments later he shot 
his entire load of cum into her bowels, while he grunted 
like an animal. 

He remained in the girl for a while longer, pumping the 
last of his cum into his victim, while catching his 
breath, and then he pulled out. Deborah instantly 
collapsed on to the mattress and started crying, from 
the pain, and the shock of just having been ass-raped. 
She felt like dying right now, but the man wouldn't let 
her.

"Turn over." he commanded her, "Turn over and clean my 
dick."

Reluctantly Deborah turned over and sat down on her sore 
butt, which felt very uncomfortable. She pulled her legs 
up a bit and rested her arms on them. Then she glanced 
at her captor. 

"Please..." she quietly whined, "Why are you doing this 
to me...?"

"Be quiet, bitch, and clean my dick as I told you." he 
simply snapped at her.

"But why? I don't understand... I thought you liked me? 
You were always so friendly to me in the supermarket..." 
she continued to whine, while tears ran down her cheek.

"I'll explain everything to you, but first you clean my 
dick. Now get going, slave, don't make me hurt you!" he 
snapped at her again.

She looked at him in astonishment. Was this really that 
same shy, friendly man who always made small talk with 
her in the supermarket? He was so different now. Quietly 
she stepped off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, 
all docile now, as she did not want to get beaten up by 
him.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked her, while 
he stepped off the bed as well.

"To get a damp washing cloth, so I can clean you up. 
Like you told me to." she snapped at him, while she was 
at the door of the bathroom already.

"Not with a washing cloth, you stupid cunt, use your 
mouth!" he snapped back at her.

"Whaa..." Deborah gasped. He wanted her to clean him 
with her mouth, while he had just been inside her ass?, 
"No way!! That's filthy, you just had that thing in my 
butt, you sick pervert!"

Then, out of the blue, he pulled on the chain of her 
collar, which he still held in his hand. It made her 
fall backwards.

"Owwww..." she moaned when she hit the floor. 

"You are not in a position to deny me anything, slave, 
so shut your big mouth now and go and clean my dick, 
with your mouth. Or do I have to force you to do so?" 
the man snapped at her.

Resentfully, Deborah crawled back up on her knees and 
slowly made her way to the man. He had called her a 
slave, twice now, and it gave her a good indication of 
what he had in mind for her. It did not promise a lot of 
good.

"Gross..." she mumbled when she took hold of his dick 
with her handcuffed hands. The thing was now covered not 
only with his and her cum, but also the juices from her 
ass. It even smelled like her ass now. She opened up her 
mouth, but then glanced upwards to the man, with one 
last pleading look in her eyes. 

"Please..." she whispered.

"Do it, girl, lick it clean, and swallow what you lick 
off it. And don't ever talk back to me again, or you 
will seriously regret it." he simply said, while he held 
the chain of her collar close, so she could not get 
away.

Then helpless Deborah closed her eyes, took a deep 
breath, and opened her mouth to take his slimy semi-
rigid dick in. It tasted as nasty as it looked or 
smelled. She started to suck on it and lick the slimy 
substance off, and she even swallowed every now and then 
just to get the muck out of her mouth, and she tried 
very hard not to get too nauseous from the awful taste. 
And as she worked his dick, she could feel it become 
hard again.

'Oh God noooo...' she thought, as this could only mean 
one thing. He was ready to come again, and this time it 
would be in her mouth. Again something she had never 
done before. Unless he had already made her do it last 
night, but then she had no recollection of it.

"That's it, whore, suck it, suck it all off. Take my 
dick in." he snapped ah her some more.

Deborah started crying again. Now he had called her a 
whore. She was no whore, and she was no slave either. 
She was Deborah, a sixteen year old school girl who 
really did not want to be here. She wanted to be out 
with her friends and having a fun time, she wanted to be 
home, with her family, who must be so worried about her 
by now, not knowing where she was after she had not come 
home last night. But she had no choice, she couldn't 
leave this awful place, or this awful man.

The man placed his free hand on her head, and forced her 
to make thrusting motions with her head, fucking his 
dick with her mouth so to speak. She no longer held his 
dick with her hands, but let them rest on her thighs, 
while she had his dick in her mouth. She knew it 
wouldn't be long now before he would come again.

And indeed, all too soon the moment came. He held her 
head more firmly now, pushed it against her crotch, 
preventing from pulling his dick out of her mouth, and 
then she felt it, while the head of his dick hit the 
entrance of her throat, which made her gag. She grabbed 
his dick again with her handcuffed hands and tried to 
push it away, but he held her too firmly, and seconds 
later, she felt glob after glob of his cum shooting into 
her mouth, and some of it even down her throat.

He pretty much filled her mouth up with is cum and his 
dick, and she nearly choked, but he kept her head in 
place until she had no choice but to swallow his cum 
down. In anger she held on to his dick, and unintended 
she helped him milk the last of his cum out, and into 
her mouth. And not before he was fully spend, did he let 
go of her again.

Immediately after he had let go of her, she flinched 
away from him, bend down on her knees and started 
coughing and throwing up, all over his expensive 
laminate floor.

"You will clean that up, when you're done, slave. And 
the bathroom as well, where you have already thrown up." 
he ordered her, and then he walked away to get some 
cleaning material for her.

"Yes... Sir..." the girl moaned, she felt really 
miserable now.

*****

Half an hour later, she was done cleaning up her puke. 
Obsequiously she sat herself down on the edge of the 
bed, with her back slightly bend and her shoulders 
hanging low. She glanced at her captor again, who had by 
now put a bathrobe on. She was still naked, and fully 
restrained. She could see some of her cloths lying on 
the floor, but she could not put them on, thanks to her 
cuffs. And she did not even bother to try and hide her 
nudity from him anymore, as he already knew every inch 
of her. She was defeated, left at his mercy, and had 
accepted it.

"Will you finally tell me why you are doing this to me?" 
she carefully asked.

"Because I can, slave. I do this to you because I can." 
the man replied.

"What the hell kind of answer is that? And please don't 
call me 'slave', I am not that!" she said, irritated 
now.

"A slave is exactly what you are now, and what you will 
be for the rest of your life. And I will call you that 
whenever I want to, whether you like it or not." the man 
said, "I already wanted you, Deborah, the first time I 
saw you in the supermarket. And last night, I finally 
saw my chance when I saw you in the club, so I slipped 
some rohypnol in your glass of beer when you weren't 
looking, and then just waited calmly for it to take its 
effect. Once you were tired enough, and decided to leave 
early, I followed you outside, at a distance, until I 
saw the right moment to grab you and take you with me to 
my home, where we had sex for most of the night. And the 
rest you know when you woke up this morning."

"Oh..." the girl was shocked, he had actually drugged 
her, "If you wanted me, then why didn't you just ask me 
for a date or something during one of our friendly 
talks?" 

"So you could say 'no'? As if a hot little teenage chick 
like you would ever go out with someone twenty years 
older than her? I don't think so, girl." he replied, 
"Besides, I didn't want you as a girlfriend, that's way 
too much hassle, I wanted you as a little toy to play 
with during the night."

"Okay, and now you've had me. You've had your fun with 
your 'little toy'. Can you please just set me free so I 
can go home? I really don't want to be here." she 
pleaded now.

"So you can go to the police? I don't think so." the man 
replied, and then he started to explain, "Besides, I 
didn't take you for just one night. This is permanent, 
girl. You belong to me now, you are my property, my 
little fuck-slave. Take a good look around you, because 
what you see right now, will be all you will know from 
now on. This bedroom, that bathroom and this bed will be 
your entire world from now on. You are nothing anymore. 
The only reason you exist is to fulfill my sexual 
needs."

The man took a break, and Deborah swallowed. This was 
not for real, it couldn't be, what a nightmare she had 
woken up to. "How long do you intend to keep here? And 
could you please take these cuffs off, they hurt." she 
asked, really scared now.

"The cuffs stay on for as long as you are here, and that 
will be until I'm done with you. That could be a week 
from now, it could be a year from now, or it could be 
never. It all depends on how you behave. If you do it 
well, if you do as you are told, when you are told to do 
so, and you don't complain about it, and you are an 
obedient and well behaved slave to me, then I will treat 
you well, and go easy on you, and in time I might even 
grant you some more freedom. 

"If you misbehave, then you will suffer the 
consequences. If you refuse to do as told, and talk back 
at me, or give me a big mouth, then I will put that 
thing in your mouth, and lock it behind your head with a 
padlock, so you won't be able to take it out yourself," 
the man said while he nodded to a large rubber ballgag 
that hung on one of the walls. 

This made Deborah only even more scared.

"It will only come out when it's time for you to eat, 
drink or give me a blowjob." he added, and then he 
nodded at a small whip on the wall, "If you misbehave in 
any other way, if you try to fight me, or try to escape, 
then I will use that thing to teach you some manners and 
discipline." 

Deborah glanced at the whip on the wall, and could 
already imagine what her body would look like after he 
had finished working her over with it. "Please nooo..." 
she whispered in absolute fear.

"That's up to you, slave." the man said, and then he 
gave her one final warning, "And if all of that doesn't 
work, if you keep displaying rebellious behavior, then I 
will just have to sell you to some pimp, who will turn 
you into a hooker and force you to sleep with dozens of 
men, day and night, every day again, for money. You will 
be forced to do so for the rest of your life, which will 
usually last between five and ten years. Then you're 
body will be all used up and will be discarded of. And 
the men who will take you then, won't mind at all if 
they have to be rough on you to make you do what they 
want you to do. Understood?"

Again, Deborah swallowed. She couldn't believe what she 
was hearing. Her whole life had suddenly been turned 
upside down and completely changed one hundred percent. 
This was a nightmare she could not wake up from, and it 
was only getting worse. Finally, in shock, she nodded. 
"I understand." she said with a soft voice.

"I understand, 'Master'," the man said to correct her, 
"you will call me 'Master' from now on."

"Yes..."

"Yes what?"

She glanced at him. "Yes... Master..."

"That's better." The man said, "Next time you forget to 
call me 'Master', you will get one lash with the whip."

Deborah looked down to the floor, and closed her eyes. 
"Yes Master... Thank you, Master..."

"Come, slave." the man said then.

"Where are we going, Master...?" The terrified girl 
asked carefully.

"To the bathroom, slave, to shower together." he 
explained to his young slave.

*****

And so they went to the bathroom. He took his robe back 
off and made her prepare the water and soap him. Then he 
soaped her. But as he did, he got aroused by her body 
once more, and grabbed her by her buttcheeks. He quickly 
stepped across the small chain between her ankles, so 
that it was behind him now, and then he lifted her up, 
until she was high enough to be able to penetrate her. 
He filled her up without any problems, her hymen he had 
already broken through last night, so that was no 
obstacle anymore. 

The girl didn't even try to put up a fight anymore, her 
will was destroyed and she was completely docile now. 
She just let it all happen to her. Putting up a fight 
was pointless, it would only cause him to get angry at 
her and then he would hurt her even more. Instead, she 
placed her handcuffed arms around his neck, locked her 
cuffed legs around his waist, and let him fuck her in 
her pussy. It was at least the second time she got 
fucked in it, at least, it could have been more by now, 
and each time it had been her master who had taken her.

Deborah closed her eyes while the man used her body, 
again, for the third time in under two hours. So this 
was going to be her life now... This was what her future 
would hold for her. There was no hope for rescue, as no-
one knew where she was. She was now the private little 
sex toy of this man, ready to be used and abused by him, 
whenever he felt like it, and there was nothing she 
could do to stop it from happening. From now on she only 
existed to give this man sexual pleasure, other than 
that, her life was empty and meaningless now.

She was nothing more than a throwaway product to him, 
something that he could use and dispose of when he was 
done with it, or have it replaced by a new product. If 
she did not do what he told her to do, then he would 
turn her life into a real hell and sell her to some 
pimp, who would then work her as a prostitute, and force 
her to have sex with dozens of strange men a day, for 
money. Every day again, until her body was all used up. 
And her master might still sell her anyway, after he had 
gotten tired of her.

Her mind started to drift away, to her family, her mom 
and dad, her little sister, her grandparents... She 
would never see them again, not ever. Just like she 
would never see her friends, her school, and her job, or 
the girls from the hockey team again. Or Anthony, the 
boy she sat next to during chemistry class. Oh how would 
she have loved to be his girlfriend some day, how she 
would have loved for him to be her first. That was not 
going to happen now. That life had ended for her. It had 
ended last night, when this man snatched her drunken and 
drugged body off the street to make her his own. 

This was her life now, a life as a teenage sex-slave, 
and she had better get used to it.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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