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Chapter 05

The gang slut is sold on

The cage was too cramped to stand up or stretch out, so Olivia massaged her legs to prevent cramp. Her calf muscles were the worst, from having too much salt in her diet. She went through the regular routine, having become used to living in the small cage, over the last few months, to the extent of thinking of it as home. Rosa was asleep in her cage opposite, so she tried not to make a noise.

That first disgusting day, when she had been kidnapped, had thoroughly demoralized her. She had been dragged around by a mean gang of youths, with them abusing her in the most dreadful ways. They had broken her will to resist anything they cared to demand.

When they saw how pliable she had become they sold her to a gang of young Hispanic thugs. They locked her in a cage, which defined her lowly status, demeaning her more thoroughly that words could ever have done.

For twenty-eight years she had grown up, pampered in comfort, and spoilt by a doting wealthy father. The shock of this new world left her susceptible to them, for she had no defense to such barbaric behavior.

She had spent the last three months locked in a cage, like an animal. They kept her clean and fed, just enough to keep her alive, only letting her out to serve them as a gang slut. Rosa had been right. She had become used to the taste of sperm, looking forward to it, as a supplement to the meager rations – hence the high intake of salt in her diet.

At least, when brought out to entertain them, she could stretch her limbs. She was still lithe, and a little slimmer, though less fit. Except for one thing, she was now a fit piece of ass, as they had proved time and time again. There were five hard core members, with thirteen others in the gang. She had grown to know all of them, intimately.

In a previous life she referred to down there, as her vagina, and when being naughty, it was her pussy. Now it was a fuck hole and no longer hers either. It was theirs, to use as they wanted. Whenever and however they wanted to use their fuck hole, and any other hole, she had to be ready for them.

Rodriguez was the gang leader. He would simply hand her over to one of the others, to whip her ass, if she didn’t please him. She had learnt the hard way, at first, to pay attention to their particular needs. After three months pandering to the gangs’ whims, she knew exactly how to present her body to each of them. She had become adept at anticipating a man’s needs, so as to avoid a punishment.

Olivia had been corrupted, from being a high society woman, almost a sexual innocent, knowing little more than the missionary position, into becoming an obedient gang slut. She had been prepared, ready to marry one of her father’s wealthy business contacts, to become a trophy wife. Instead, the beautiful young woman had been perverted, into becoming a trophy-whore.

They were vulgar teenagers from the wrong side of the tracks, or so she would have called them previously. Now she called them sir, or master. What was so damning was that she meant it. She had been sold to them, defining her as a slave and they were her masters. It left her feeling like a lowly object, something to be used.

Mitch opened the cage and clipped a leash to her collar. He enjoyed making her crawl and she pretended to like it, just to keep him pleased with her.

“Come on bitch, hurry up. You’re owner needs some attention,” he told her. The large old warehouse had a large open space, with small side-rooms running along an outside wall. The windows were boarded up and the one outside door was always locked. Not that she had the temerity to think of escaping.

On her way into an empty side-room, there were a couple of young guy’s playing cards. “Don’t wear her out, there’s a party tonight,” one of them shouted at him, and laughed.

“Don’t worry you can tell when a whore is full,” the other said.

“How?” he asked, taking the bait.

“When cum seeps from her nose,” he laughed.

Olivia cringed on hearing there was to be a party. It meant all the gang would be there and she would end up serving every one of them. All three holes would be sore from so much use. She didn’t mind entertaining their cocks it was the objects that hurt.

She crawled to the centre of the room and squatted on the bare floor, waiting. The young guy stripped off his trousers and sat down on an old tatty arm chair. She got up on her haunches, with hands dangling, like a dog begging. She squatted with her tongue hanging out, panting like a bitch on heat. She yapped quietly, so as not to let on what was going on to his friends.

“Over here bitch,” he grinned.

Olivia waggled her ass, as though eager to please. She was hungry and looked forward to a small helping of cum. This young guy produced a lot of cum, especially if there was time to suck him dry. She had overcome the natural gagging reaction so as to swallow even a large cock. That way, when he spurted his load, she didn’t miss a drop. It also meant she could finish a guy more quickly, to move on for another load of man cream.

She was bobbing her head up and down his shaft, reminding herself to lube up her asshole and fuck-hole, as well as possible, for tonight. Starting off dry would ruin her evening.

She was proud of her forethought, as well as her consummate fucking skills. She considered herself the best fucking slut the gang had. She had pushed away all thoughts of a distracting previous life, to concentrate on being a fuck-doll, always eager and ready to pleasure the gang. Olivia was pleased to receive little gifts, like the lube grease, for her asshole and fuck-hole. Sometimes she even got to wear clothes too!


Olivia felt elated. She had been allowed a bath instead of a quick shower. Rosa had lent some bubble bath, in exchange for some lube gel, so this was a very special day for her. She lay there reminding herself of the gang members’ particular fancies.

Shorty liked to spurt his load over her breasts, and watch her suck his cum from her tits. She spooned it up with a finger, making exaggerated sucking noises for him. She always left a drop on each nipple till last and sucked each one with relish.

That brought her to Beanie. He demanded she work on her breasts to enlarge them. He gave her a breast pump which she worked on in the cage. There wasn’t much else to do so she worked diligently, knowing it would please them all. She also massaged them with creams he provided. The posture exercises she practiced had Rose in fits of laughter, but it was worth it, because it kept them nice and firm for her young masters.

Rodriguez gave her nipple rings to enhance them. They had grown quiet large over the past months, as she wore them all the time, only removing them when let out of the cage. They looked much bigger than before – in proportion with her larger breasts.

Not having a bra it was difficult to tell how large they had grown, as it had been so gradual. Beanie was pleased with her progress, giving her little treats as a reward for her hard work. He would let her suck on his cock for ages and give her make-up. The lipstick she would use on her breasts, to please him.

Baby Face was eighteen like the others, though he looked so much younger, hence his name. He liked her to pretend to be a teacher or some other authority figure, for she was much older than him. At least it was a chance to wear a dress. She would tell him off then he would hand over naked pictures of her.

Olivia would then beg him not to tell anyone, so he could make his demands upon her. It would start by lifting the dress up for a spanking. She enjoyed the play acting, though he could become a little too rough sometimes. On her hands and knees she would beg him not to fuck her mouth, knowing it got him going, to get what she wanted. It didn’t always work, as he could take any of her holes he chose.

Manuel liked to shackle her. Sometimes he would hogtie her into a helpless shape, unable to move. He would tease her, pretending to think about which of her holes he was going to use, all the time knowing she wanted to suck him off. If he took her asshole, she pretended not to be disappointed that he didn’t face fuck her.

Some of his cum could be recovered from her bottom, even though the taste was spoilt. Rose had told her she was a nasty bitch doing that, but she had become addicted to sperm and wasn’t sure when she would get another dose.

She had been such a bitch before, expecting the world to revolve around her. These young lads had helped her become such a better person now. She thought of others, and their pleasures, instead of just thinking of herself.

The water was getting cold so she jumped up in excitement, ready for the party. Her lithe body would be well used tonight. She looked forward to stealing little snacks and of course, there would be plenty of lovely cum to fill her belly.


“Come on bitch, shake your ass, Rod wants you. Get these clothes on,” Shorty demanded, as he threw them at her. He watched her dress, impatiently tapping a foot.

Olivia was ecstatic. She had somehow earned the privilege of wearing clothes! She tied the shirt under her boobs, making sure there was plenty of cleavage on show. The skirt was nothing more than a belt, slung low over her hips, just about covering the tops of her thighs. She pulled at the back of it, making sure her booty was on show.

“Hey, panties slut,” Shorty said, pointing at a scrap of material lying on the floor.

She hadn’t expected them! It had been such a long time since wearing panties. The tiny thong gripped her lips, covering little else. So unused to panties the tight feeling of the cords between her cheeks and the little flap of material covering her pussy was unnatural.

He didn’t bother to attach a leash to her slave collar, for they no longer thought it mattered, after becoming so willing and obedient. She followed him into the main room of the warehouse, where some gang girls were preparing for the party.

Rodriguez was talking to his main guys, so she squatted on the floor to wait.

“Here’s the fuck hole, ready and waiting,” Shorty announced.

“Get some shoes on bitch,” Rodriguez said.

One of them handed her some high heel pumps. Again this was unusual. She scrabbled with them trying hard to quickly slip her feet in and buckle them up. She stood up feeling so tall, she wobbled, with the unfamiliar feeling of wearing shoes. She felt a wave of delirious pleasure wash through her mind, from being so well dressed.

The red shoes complimented the little floating skirt. Even her red lips and nail polish matched the outfit. Her hard nipples poked through the thin white blouse and she was showing off a deep cleavage. Although she wished she could have seen herself in a mirror, she just knew she looked a perfect little slut for them.

“OK! Let’s go,” Rodriguez told them.

The five guys walked toward the exit, with Olivia tottering behind them. She was wondering where they were going but dare not ask. It was frightening walking out the door, for this place had been her home, seemingly for ever.

They drove in the dark, through a rundown neighborhood, out onto the freeway. Olivia shivered in fright wondering what was to happen to her. She wanted to return to where she felt safe and at home, back to her cage.

They pulled into a restaurant car park where she was helped out of the car. If she had noticed, the car park was empty, since the restaurant had gone bust. She noticed a car pull up, and park next them. She was pushed into the lights of their car and told to turn around. She was being shown off to a stranger.

She didn’t want to hear what was going on, even if she could have heard what they were saying.

Rodriguez called her over. “What are you, bitch,” he asked.

Olivia took a moment to think what he meant. “I’m you’re gang slut, sir,” she answered.

“And?” he said.

“I’m a fuck hole, sir,” she said, wondering what she was supposed to say.

“Who owns you?” he persisted.

“You do, master,” she added, without a hesitation.

“You’re a slave, ready to be sold?” he asked, while looking at the stranger.

“Yes, master, I’m just a slave, ready to be sold,” Olivia said, trying hard not to cry. She now knew why she had been dressed up in these lovely clothes, and was frightened. She watched a bundle of notes being handed over. It was a reminder of that fateful day so long ago, when she had been bought by the gang.

“This man now owns you. Go with him and obey him. Be good, little fuck gyrl,” Rodriguez said, without a hint of emotion in his voice.

She couldn’t see his face as she trotted behind him, on the high heels. She dare not look back or she would cry. It was difficult leaving her masters, her cage and her home. He opened the door for her, and she slid onto the leather back seat, of a large sedan. This was no gang leader she had been bought by a rich man.


Frank looked at the young woman standing before him. She didn’t look anything like Olivia, though the accent proved she was more than an uneducated gang slut. At least, she had been a well educated woman once. The lewd clothing was terrible and she didn’t seem to mind showing off her body, rather she flaunted it proudly.

He had quietly made enquires, trying to find her, a few days after she disappeared. Her father, his boss, thought she had run off somewhere. It was probably to Europe, where she had wealthy friends, who would provide accommodation and entertainment. That was the story circulating around the offices.

He was sitting in a café, opposite the office building, when an image of a young girl came to him – completely out of the blue. At the time he thought he recognized her, after she had blown them under the table, only to dismiss the feeling. Of course the connection hadn’t been made. How anyone could even considered that dreadful gang whore, was the boss’s daughter?

She looked like a gang whore, was dressed like one, and behaved like one. Even now, standing before him, it was difficult to believe she had been a wealthy socialite. She used to be such a prude and a tease, yet now, she looked a depraved slut.

He picked up a photograph to take another look at it. “Look at me,” he said. Holding up the picture, taken at a charity gala, he compared the two. The young woman standing before him looked thinner, except for her breasts. That could be because she wore an evening gown in the picture, whereas now, she was practically naked.

“What do you want, right now,” Frank asked.

The question threw her, for she hadn’t ever been asked what she wanted. She always received instructions to perform for the gang. “You’re cock, master,” she clearly stated.

The young woman was looking at his crotch, licking her garishly painted lips. For some reason he asked a stupid question. “Why?”

“I’m hungry, master, I need your lovely cum, master,” Olivia stated.

“What? Why? I mean,” he hesitantly said, while trying to fathom what this meant.

Olivia reasoned he didn’t understand. He was her new master and knew nothing of her life as a gang slut. “I don’t get enough to eat, so I try to get as much cum as I can,” she explained. It sounded perfectly reasonable to her, yet he looked shocked.

“What else do you eat?” he asked.

“I have bread, water and vegetables in my cage. Also, the gang’s cum, and anything I can steal at the parties, master,” she explained. She dropped her head, in submission, to stare at the carpet. She had thankfully removed the uncomfortable high heels, on entering her master’s house. The carpet was nice and soft under her bare feet, compared to the rough warehouse floor.

“A cage, they kept you in a cage?” Frank asked, trying not to sound outraged.

“Yes master. It was my home,” she sighed. All these questions were getting in the way of what she needed. She was hungry and wanted to feed on his cock.

“What about those clothes, do you usually wear things like that?” he asked.

“I don’t usually get to wear clothes, master. They are so lovely; it’s a privilege to wear them. If you would prefer it, I’ve greased up my asshole for you, master,” Olivia suggested. Turning around, she bent over to show him her bottom, and pulled apart both cheeks, to show off a gaping asshole.

This was all so much worse than he had expected. The boss’s daughter was showing off her asshole to him, offering it to him. The boss was the wealthiest man in the city, with an enviable network of contacts running right across the country. The countries wealthy and influential people were his friends and business contacts.

He had bought the man’s daughter for what amounted to two months salary. She was now his sex slave. More than that, she was a willing, skilled whore, ready to do anything to please him. He had thought to rescue her. Returning the daughter would reap untold rewards with the old man.

Returning her like this would be impossible. She had been completely corrupted. Olivia, the wealthy woman, had been brainwashed into thinking of herself as a mere possession. She was a man’s plaything, a sex doll, to be used and abused. His cock was hard in his trousers, affecting the decision, of whether to return her or not.

“Would you like some pizza?” Frank asked.

“Yes! Please, master. You’re slave-slut will be pleased with anything you give her,” she responded, trying to keep calm. “Your slave is ready to please, whatever you like, master,” she gushed.

“I know lots of ways to pleasure you, master,” she sincerely added.

Sitting in the leather armchair, he watched her bouncing with enthusiasm. He had only offered her a snack, and she had responded with eagerness to please. “Is there anything else you want?” he asked.

“Please, master, may I remove the panties, I’m not used to wearing them,” she shyly requested. He nodded, so she quickly pulled at them and stepped out of them. Unsure what to do with them she left the little things on the floor. She felt awful, seeing the dirty wet things, lying on her master’s clean respectable carpet.

“What about the rest of those clothes,” he asked. He meant to get her something decent, though she misunderstood him. Before he could stop her she stripped off the top and skirt.

“Thank you master,” she said.

She had already said she was unused to wearing clothes, which explained the relieved look upon her face. He could see the red marks around her hips and crotch, where the panties had been rubbing, so understood why they were uncomfortable. He looked the naked woman up and down, unable to take his eyes off her luscious body.

“I hope master is pleased with his slave-slut,” Olivia quietly asked. He nodded. Olivia felt relieved. This was such a wonderful home she had hoped, with all her heart, he would keep her. He seemed such a considerate master she wanted to please him so very much.

It was a delight to nibble on a slice of pizza. Her waist was so thin and her stomach so shrunken she had to be careful what she ate. After dinner she looked forward to sucking on her master’s cock, all the while wondering what his cum would taste like.

“Thank you master,” Olivia dutifully intoned.

“What would you like now?” he asked. He had an idea what her answer would be, for she was again licking her lips, while staring at his crotch.

‘Fuck!’ Those young Hispanic kids had her addicted to sperm!

Keeping her hungry and face fucking so often had made it habitual. It probably started as a defense mechanism, where she had to like it or lose her mind. In some ways she had lost her mind, or at least lost all moral standards. Unable to object to the mistreatment she made herself enjoy it. Eventually she really did like the taste of sperm, and so, became hooked on sucking cocks for it.

Frank extracted the outlines of what had happened to her over the last three months. She didn’t seem to remember a previous life. Again, it must be a defense mechanism, protecting her mind from the truth of how far her morals had collapsed.

Important note: Pretend people become adults in this world at 21, but in our society it’s still 18. Bear with it so I can justify this fantasy at least somewhat without the whole “She’s an adult and this can’t happen!” coming up…

With that, on to the story.


“Give me your daughter,” The woman said with a feral smile to the trembling man in front of her, as she sat on his couch, wearing a fancy blouse and plaid skirt, with only a chemise on underneath. She figured that it’d come in handy later to not be hampered, but that was for later.

“What.. My daughter?” Mark Saulsky said with a strange tone. The woman in front of him was the one that was currently causing pretty much all his problems in life; the one that owned almost a hundred thousand dollars of debt he owed. Her name was Amy Peterson, and she had come to him today to make him a big offer that could rid him of his debt.”What’s the catch?” He said suspiciously. He really didn’t value his 18 year old girl to be worth that much money.

“Other than not getting her back, nothing.” She said with a smile.

“Is that really all?” He said, still suspecting her of trickery of some sort. Mark really could care less about Lizzie, she was just a burden to him at this point. They talked sometimes, but it didn’t have much substance. If giving her to this woman would solve all his problems with debt, then he’d do it in a heartbeat.

You see, Mark was a single-father who had a gambling addiction that manifested after his wife died giving birth. He was currently 47, and looked like a typical balding old man– his dull brown eyes spoke nothing of depth or life, only an uncaring routine expression that spoke of a man that no longer cared for anything.

“Yep, that’s it.” Amy replied with a smirk. She’d pegged this guy spot-on, neglectful scumbag who’d sell his own daughter out. Of course, she didn’t really plan on doing anything horrible to the daughter. Maybe at first she’d think it’s horrible, but eventually she knew the girl would come around. The neglected type usually crave attention however they can get it, and that’s just a sad fact of life. Overall, Lizzie’s life would be improving.

She’d definitely give the girl the attention her father never provided, and she’d be damned if Lizzie didn’t like it!

“Well… Consider it a deal then.” Mark said. “I’ll be right back,” Mark said, walking into the hallway towards Lizzie’s room, where most likely she was doing her homework or studying for an exam. She really was a hard worker– 4.0 student, helpful towards teachers and peers whenever they needed it. The one person she tried to impress the most, however, really just didn’t care.

Mark knocked on the door. “Lizzie, come out here. Bring your school stuff,” Mark looked back at Amy, who nodded.

A few seconds later, the door opened and out walked a stunningly beautiful teenage girl. She was 18 years old, with gorgeous flaxen hair that came down to her shoulders, with a beautiful fit body and smooth creamy skin. Amy noted how the girl’s breasts had pretty much finished filling out, and were sitting somewhere in the C range, but it was hard to tell the specifics. Her green eyes lit up the entire room, as did her wide smile. Unfortunately, the latter wouldn’t last.”Yes daddy?” Lizzie asked with a hopeful gleam in her eyes. Her father never asked her for anything, and she was hoping she’d finally been noticed by him again.

“You’re gonna to be going with that woman, Amy.” Mark said, walking back over to the couch that Amy wasn’t on at the moment, in front of the TV.

“Wait… what? Daddy what do you mean…?” Lizzie asked, clearly confused.

“You heard me girl, you’re her problem now.” He said, grabbing a beer from the mini fridge he kept next to the couch.

“What? Daddy what do you mean!? Daddy please, no!” Lizzie’s eyes teared up as sobs started wracking her body.

“It’s okay Lizzie… I promise, I’ll take good care of you!” Amy said with a warm smile.

“I don’t care! I don’t want to go with you! Daddy please don’t do this to me!” Lizzie pleaded.

“Shut up girl, I don’t fucking care what happens to you, giving you to her just cleared me of all my debt. You’re worth nothing to me, nevermind a hundred thousand dollars. She can chain you up in her basement for all I care, you’re hers now and you WILL go with her.” Mark said from the couch, not even sparing a glance at his daughter.

Lizzie sat there in shock, processing what had just been said to her. Tears were free-falling down her face and her eyes were red. Numbly, she picked up her backpack and walked out the door to the foreign car in the driveway, and got inside the passenger’s seat without being prompted, before shoving her face into her hands and trembling.

“Well, cya later Mark. Or, I guess not now.” Amy smiled and walked out.

“Good riddance to both of them,” Mark said, taking another drink of his beer.

Out in the car, Amy got into the Driver’s seat and sat down, putting her arm around the crying girl in attempted comfort, which provoked no reaction from her. She decided to just let the girl cry it out in silence, gently rubbing circles on her back.

“Why…?” Lizzie eventually choked out.

“Why what, dear?” Amy asked, knowing the answer already.

“Why would you do this to me?” She replied.

Amy chuckled. “In due time, I’m sure you’ll realize why I did it honey.”

“Really? Because I couldn’t ever think of a reason why buying a daughter from her family would be okay!” Lizzie shouted.

“Oh please, you really call that a family? You and him were family only in blood. Why else would he sell his own daughter? Because he didn’t care about you.” Amy softened her voice. “I can take care of you like he wouldn’t, Liz, and I know that you’ll realize it soon.” She said with a gentle smile as she started the car up.

Amy didn’t get a response to that question as the younger girl kept crying. Lizzie was feeling sad, angry, and depressed all at once. She realized what the woman said was true; her dad didn’t love her, and never would or had. That didn’t mean she wanted to be bought off though!

That was the main, and only reason why she didn’t like this woman. She did note that she looked to be in her late 20s though. She really seemed beautiful– with long black hair that flowed just past her shoulders, and smooth creamy skin that wasn’t really pale, but certainly not tan by any means. Her eyes were a deep ocean-blue color, and in another time and place, Lizzie would have called them dazzlingly pretty.

However, she couldn’t care less about her captor’s eyes at the moment. They’d eventually pulled up to a large house– it looked to be 4 stories tall, and was really big in general. Honestly, she’d classify it as a really nice mansion.

“Well, we’re here,” Amy said as she pulled into the driveway and parked the car.

“Great.” Lizzie muttered in a low tone.

“I’ve laid out your future uniform in your room. You’ll find it on the 3rd floor, 2 doors forward on the right. You’ll find 9 of the same outfits in your closet, and 10 normal looking ones for going out in public. If you wish, you can be given more variety in public wear, but when you’re in this house, you’ll always be required to wear your typical outfit. Be down and dressed in 10 minutes.” Amy said, leading the still-silent Lizzie to the entrance of her home.

All around them was forest, other than the bit of clear and trimmed grass that made up a somewhat large yard. Even the road disappeared into forest– there was visually nothing near the house. Amy had bought it a few years ago due to that fact; she didn’t really like having neighbors. It turned out helping her in this case too, when she decided to take a less-than-willing mate.

She didn’t enjoy being a “Bad guy”, but in this case there was simply no other way to separate the miserable girl from her father, due to her everlasting hope that her father would finally notice her.

In all honesty, ever since she’d met the girl 2 years ago, she’d realized that she’d grow up to be a beautiful, strong woman. Granted, she was too young at the time to really have been considered attractive, but the seed was there. Now that the 2 years had past and she’d grown and matured a bit, her hypothesis had clearly come true, as was proven by the beautiful girl who was quietly walking up the stares with a blank expression.

She knew from the girl’s bubbly personality that she’d make a wonderful partner for her in the long run. It seemed that Lizzie didn’t remember seeing her that day that she was visiting to give her father a loan, but she hadn’t forgotten the girl for a single day. She had seen how sad and dejected she looked after his father had dismissed her several times throughout their meeting, and instantly had known what type of case this was.

Anyways, she was hoping the introductory process wouldn’t take too long, and the girl would soon grow to like her even though she most likely hated her at the moment. She didn’t think it would be an issue since she’d be supplying the love and affection that Lizzie had been craving for so long now.

She waited patiently in the living room, eagerly awaiting what would come next as soon as Lizzie came down.

Lizzie, however, was dreading it. As soon as she reached her room and saw the outfit, she blanched. On the bed was a really, really, REALLY short maid outft. All it basically was, was a small white apron in front of her, with a black and white thong/bra. The apron was designed to hang down from her waist and cover in between her legs, while leaving most of the smooth white flesh exposed to whoever was looking on.

Sighing, she stripped naked. She looked down at herself a bit self consciously– she didn’t really think too much of her body. With a blush, she slipped on the outfit, and her fears were confirmed that it covered pretty much nothing expect her private regions. Even those were on pretty good display, as her cleavage hung out quite a bit- she was surprised the bra even covered her nipples up! Not to mention her butt being all but fully exposed other than her crack which the thong covered.

With a feeling of dread and embarrassment both(This would be the first time anyone had seen her in such a state of undress…) she headed down the stairs, not questioning the fact that she was following orders without argument already.

She nervously walked into the living room where Amy was patiently waiting for her. Upon seeing the woman, she felt a burning contempt come up and she crossed her arms and huffed. Unfortunately, due to the tightness of the bra she was wearing, that caused it to slip a few inches downwards and expose her bright pink nipples to the room, which instantly started hardening.

“Eep!” She squeaked out as she covered her breasts with her hands and pulled the bra back up, her face burning red.

Amy gave out a hearty laugh. “You look lovely deary.” Amy said with a smile.

“Now what do you want?” Lizzie sighed in defeat as she asked the woman that, realizing that she’d have to serve this woman for a while. The thought made her deeply saddened– the thought of just being someone’s slave. But, what it really different than living with her father? She didn’t know.

“Come here.” Amy said, patting the couch next to her. Lizzie walked over and sat down on the couch, looking down at her legs the whole time in order to not have to look at the woman next to her, who had turned her body to face the teen.

“You look absolutely beautiful my dear,” Amy purred out as she placed a hand on Lizzie’s smooth leg.

“T-Thanks…” Lizzie said, her face growing red as a bubbly feeling arose in her stomach, yet it felt like it was tightening a bit as well. She wasn’t sure what was happening to her…

“Your legs are so deliciously smooth and lovely…” Amy murmured as she rubbed her hand up and down the soft skin, inching closer to her thighs every time she came up.

“Ohhh…” Lizzie groaned. “What are you doing to me..?” Lizzie asked as her legs subconsciously parted.

“I’m doing what you’ve always wanted dear,” Was all Amy said as her hand dipped in between her spread legs, which were spreading even wider as she did that.

“No…” Lizzie whispered, even as her body betrayed her and moisture was building up in her lower regions. “Don’t do this, please…” Lizzie murmured with no feeling behind it.

“Don’t do what…” Amy asked sweetly. “This?” She whispered as her fingers went under the thin fabric of her underwear and rubbed along the surface of the young girl’s slit.

“Oh Gods..” Lizzie mewled as an intense wave of pleasure crashed over her.

“You’re so wet Liz, am I turning you on?” Amy teased as she rubbed her hand against Lizzie’s erect clit.

“N-No!” Lizzie said as her eyes closed because of the sensations Amy’s rubbing was giving her.

“Your body says different hun,” Amy said in a sultry tone.

“S-Stop it… this is wrong…” Lizzie panted out as Amy’s fingers dipped into her pulsing hot vagina.

“Is it really wrong Liz? Then tell me why it feels so right?” Amy responded and leaned over Lizzie’s body, effectively restraining her to where she was. With her free hand, she cupped Lizzie’s cheek and leaned in to kiss the young girl’s parted lips.

“Wha- MPPHH!” Amy’s lips crashed into hers with a force and started hungrily devouring hers, as if a pair of deliciously warm, soft leeches were placed over her mouth. Amy shoved her tongue deep into Lizzie’s mouth, seeking out the teen’s soft muscle with her own.

Throughout all of this, Amy started thrusting her finger into the young blonde faster and faster, reaching deep within the tight cavern of love. She felt the girl writhe beneath her every time her finger penetrated her, and would wager that her resolve was starting to falter in the face of the pleasure she was providing.

“Fuck… It feels so good!” Lizzie cried out as Amy added a second finger into her thrusts. Lizzie’s mind was quickly becoming clouded by lust and pleasure, and her hands had somehow found their way underneath her bra and were currently playing with her nipples; kneading them and pinching them frequently.

“I know hun, I know,” Amy said. Taking her finger out(Which elicited a whine from Lizzie), she stood up and got in between Lizzie’s still parted bare legs. She ripped down the panties that were still covering the blonde’s mound, quickly discarding them. She took this opportunity to remove the girl’s bra(Which Lizzie’s hands were still working underneath), and her apron which was tied in the back.

“Wait, no… I don’t like this, what am I doing? Please just leave me alone!” Lizzie said as her hands shot away from her breasts in disgust at what she’d been doing. She couldn’t have been aroused… She simply couldn’t have been!”

Lizzie couldn’t get up with Amy in front of her, so she brought her legs up to the couch and tried to crawl across it, scampering across the fabric in an attempt to escape the woman while she had the chance. This had gone too far, she didn’t want this!

“Uh uh uh, you’re staying right here young lady…” Amy said and grabbed Lizzie by her hips, pulling her back roughly and pushing her flat on her stomach, crawling on top of her and laying across her body.

With her lips near Lizzie’s ears, she whispered “What am I going to do with you Liz? I can’t have you running away from me now can I?” She lightly bit down on her earlobe.

“Ohhh..” Lizzie moaned as her face turned red. Even as she wanted to escape the woman’s clutches, this was easily the most erotic few minutes of her life, and she could feel a seeping wetness pressing against her lower back where Amy’s pussy was pressed against her, likely rubbing in circles as Amy suckled on her ear. She could feel her urge to run away lessening every second as her feelings of pleasure and passion returned.

“Now, let’s get on with that punishment, shall we?” Amy whispered in a husky tone as she grabbed Lizzie by the stomach, picking her up easily and sitting down with Lizzie in her lap, specifically on one of her legs. Amy could feel the large amount of moisture on the girl’s cunny as her thighs pressed against her leg– it seemed to be gushing by now, and by the sound of her pants, she seemed to be really turned on at being forced to submit.

The older woman pushed Lizzie’s body down and draped her across her knee, trapping her lower body with her other leg and leaving her head and torso hanging down.

“W-Wha?” Lizzie gasped out as her body was slung along like a doll wherever Amy wanted her to go. She had given up on struggling, as it seemed to be useless.

“You’ve been a naughty girl Liz…” Amy said as she caressed the young girl’s butt gently, before raising her hand and delivering a large smack.

“Ahhh!” Lizzie cried out as she felt a sharp pain on her backside. “Stop! Please stop this!” Lizzie whined.

Slap! Smack! Crack!

The blows rained down on the young girls ass every few seconds, and through the pain, Lizzie was getting more flushed by the second.

“Please… no more!” Lizzie whined as her whole body tingled with lust.

“No more… What?” Amy said, which confused Lizzie.

“I said please!” Lizzie said. “Guh!” Another smack sounded throughout the room and Lizzie’s body was pushed forward from the force of the slap.

“What else..” Amy said in a low tone as she ran her hand up and down Lizzie’s hindquarters before slapping it again. Her other hand had found its way to Lizzie’s exposed breasts, and was roughly gropin one.

“Please stop, mistress… I’ll do whatever you want.” Lizzie said in defeat. “Ahh! God…” Lizzie moaned as a light smack caressed her butt as Amy sat the other girl up into her lap, between her legs this time. She wrapped her arms around Lizzie’s chest lovingly.

“Good girl,” She said, rubbing the blonde’s nipples slowly and gently.

“Oh please… more!” Lizzie squeaked out. Her conflicting emotions were still there, but her rational side was losing out to the pleasure this woman made her feel.

“Turn around.” Amy said, loosening her arms. Lizzie was quick to comply, wrapping her legs around Amy’s back and facing her now.

“Kiss me.” Amy ordered, wanting to force Lizzie to take the initiative with this.

“Okay,” Lizzie whispered as she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the black haired woman’s lightly. Her hardened nipples were pressing into Amy’s chest as she moved their bodies closer, pressing herself against her beautiful captor tightly.

Amy’s hands snaked around Lizzie and held her tightly, one of her hands staying on her back and pushing Lizzie towards her, and the other was tenderly caressing the blonde teen’s sore butt.

Amy broke the kiss and dived in towards Lizzie’s neck, wanting to please the girl even more. She nuzzled her head into the crook of her neck and gently kissed and sucked all along the smooth flesh, leaving red love-marks in her wake. Lizzie was forced to turn her head upwards when Amy got to the under-parts of her chin, baring the entirety of her neck to the older woman.

“Yesss…” Lizzie sighed as she felt the light kisses trailing across her neck. She loved the feel of someone marking her in such an intimate spot– of being lavished with attention.

Amy started to work her way down Lizzie’s chest, planting kisses as she went. As she did so, she lifted the teen’s body higher and higher up in her arms. When she got to the girl’s breasts, she paused to suck and nibble on the solid pink nipples and planted kisses around them. Lizzie felt weird being raised up above her new mistress like that, but really enjoyed the sensations she was being given.

“Please…” She mewled out, feeling like her cunny was about to explode from how turned on she was, due to Amy’s attention on her decent-sized breasts.

“Please what?” Amy asked in between kisses.

“Please… Um… makemecumpleasemistress!” Lizzie whispered quickly.

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