"And now my lazy, little tramp. You'll start to earn your keep," Cindy said in a menacing tone. Debbi bad felt ill all day and had eaten nothing. On hearing her mistress tell her of some new humiliation, Debbi flew from the bed toward the toilet. She wretched violently, but since her stomach was empty, only saliva and foul-tasting juices spewed out. She walked back to face Cindy.
"That sickness bit won't do you any good. You're going to earn your keep from now on," Cindy smiled, smoking a cigarette as she eyed the naked girl before her.
"Doing what?"
"Whatever Mr. Henderson tells you. They make movies at his apartment. You'll get fifty bucks for an hour's work. And I want you to bring it straight home to me," Cindy commanded.
"I don't want to do it," Debbi said weakly.
"What!"
"I don't," Debbi reasserted weakly.
"That's tough shit. You'll do it and like it. Or your ass will be out on the streets again. Then you'll have to suck cock for a dollar to keep from freezing to death. And there is the police to remember.
"All right, dammit. But what'll I have to do?"
"Oh, get fucked by a big-pricked guy, or maybe
eat a little pussy. You've grown quite good at that. A regular little daughter of Sappho. And maybe get pissed on and roughed up a bit," Cindy explained, still casually puffing on her cigarette.
"Oh God," Debbi said, placing her hands to her face as she began to sob.
"Cut it out! We don't want you all red eyed, like some junkie whore. They want a svelte, virgin looking type with a great body. You're it, doll. You'll be a regular movie starlet," Cindy laughed hoarsely, and Debbi sobbed even harder.
"Please, I beg you, don't make me do it," Debbi whimpered.
"Make you. It's your choice, darling," Cindy laughed cruelly. She got up and snuffed out her half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray. Cindy unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Next came her panties, and she was nude from the waist down.
"I'm so fucking sick," Debbi said in desperation, knowing that her pleas fell on deaf ears. And she cursed herself for being so weak and dependent.
"This will make you well," Cindy said, walking over to the girl and standing in front of her. "Eat your favorite dish. Mama is nice and gooey for you."
Debbi went to her task more out of routine than anything else. Cindy didn't take long in coming, and Debbi was glad of that.
"That was sweet. Now we'll dress you up sexy and send you out," Cindy said, leaving herself nude from the waist down.
"You mean tonight?" Debbi asked in shock.
"Certainly. Why wait. The filming starts in a half-hour. I won't be able to go with you. I have friends coming over," Cindy answered, selecting a suitable set of clothes for Debbi to wear. The girl
remained numb as Cindy dressed her in a simple blouse and skirt, gave her a coat and a kiss on the cheek. That show of supposed tenderness was the most grotesquely obscene part of the ritual.
The address was only several blocks away and Debbi walked to it slowly. There was nothing in the world but fear compelling her. The cold wind of the night reminded Debbi how she'd be without Cindy. But Debbi wondered if any life could be more miserable than the one she was living. Debbi thought of Kansas and her guardians, and especially of the boy she once loved. But none of them would have anything to do with her. They had all cursed her as she left. Pain and violence surrounded Debbi. For a moment she thought of taking her own life. But her will to survive was too strong to utilize that final, complete means of escape.
Debbi rang the apartment bell and a portly, grim-faced man answered. He didn't ask who she was or make a comment of any kind. He merely ushered her in. The apartment was large and had several rooms. About eight people, six of them men, watched her closely. About half the men and both of the women were naked. It was a bizarre scene, but Cindy had accustomed the young girl to the world of the bizarre.
"Hello, honey," an older man with an exceptionally large cock called to her. Debbi gave a faint-hearted smile so they wouldn't turn hostile. The general reaction of the group to her presence seemed to be mild indifference. Another older man came out of the bedroom, and with him a woman. She was also nude and made her way to the other two women. They were noisily chatting about something that Debbi couldn't clearly understand. She wasn't certain that she wanted to hear what
they were saying. It might be about her.
Once the man was fully seen by the entire group, a hush fell over them. He was quite ordinary-looking in every respect, probably somewhere in his middle forties. Debbi knew at once by the group's reaction that the man was Mr. Henderson, the man in charge of the entire operation in which most of them were probably employed. He made his way straight to Debbi and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hello, Debbi," he greeted warmly, and steered her around the room. Introductions were made quickly and no one seemed to remember what her name was a minute after they had been told. Debbi felt sick as the men eyed her. There was no genuine lust in their eyes. It was a strange sensation.
"Elmer's ready," someone called from the bedroom, and several of the people took it as a cue and entered the bedroom. Mr. Henderson led Debbi inside. There was a cameraman and his assistant, and one of the prettier and younger women. The large-cocked older man and a rather good-looking man in his twenties also entered.
Debbi was unceremoniously told to undress, and she did so slowly. She felt a little disheartened at how her striptease affected the nude men. Their pricks didn't give any indication of the slightest interest in what she was revealing before them.
"We'll do the rape scene first. Debbi, get under the sheets," Mr. Henderson instructed, and the girl meekly obeyed. "Now, Andy, you enter from the left, and you too, Karla."
"What am I supposed to do?" Debbi asked, at last finding her tongue as confusion confronted her.
"Don't worry. Karla will see to it that you're more than ready and she'll lead. Struggle against
her at first, then give in," Mr. Henderson answered, hurrying everyone to their proper position.
The scene started with Karla coming in and pulling down the sheets. There was no sound, as they were obviously making a smoker-type stag film of low quality. Hence, there was a very minimal plot, since the film was primarily concerned with jamming as much sex into the footage shot as possible.
"Resist her a little," Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi gave a mock struggle. The woman handled her much like Cindy, so Debbi knew how to respond to the woman. The woman's kisses relaxed her, and the feel of a female body against hers was stimulating.
"Rub her cunt, Karla," Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi opened her legs willingly as the woman rubbed along her furry and slightly damp crack. Karla's finger slipped into the mushy pussy easily, and she began a rapid finger flicking. Debbi let out a groan as the woman's thumb began to tease her oily cut, and she bucked her hips to increase the delicious pressure.
"Go down on her," Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi gasped her approval of the suggestion. Karla was an expert with her tongue. Debbi was surprised at her own response, even before this group of strangers. But Karla would ease up on her cunt licking whenever she sensed that Debbi was about to go off.
It was torture, but Debbi eagerly reciprocated when Karla switched the position of her legs and her furry crotch descended to the girl's face. Debbi licked the warm cunt and tasted the hot juices that oozed out of it in torrents. Karla was able to get herself much wetter than even Cindy. Even the mere thought of the cruel bitch caused Debbi to
pause, but the sensations at her own crotch inspired her to give the same pleasure to Karla.
"Go get it, Andy," Mr. Henderson laughed, and the big-pricked man moved to the women. Debbi gave a whimper of protest as the steaming pussy was pulled from her face. And she was completely unnerved at the shock of having the delicious contact on her own cut suddenly stopped. Karla switched to a position next to Debbi, her finger still diddling at the young girl's cunt.
Debbi looked up to see inch after inch of that monster cock sliding easily down Karla's throat. She seemed to be able to take at least seven of the nine inches at once. Debbi felt she would choke to death if asked to duplicate that feat, Happily she wasn't. At least for the moment.
"Fuck her now," Mr. Henderson ordered. Debbi felt her pussy lips being spread wide by Karla as the man thrust the head of his monster prick into her. It was so wide that Debbi felt it was splitting her in two, but she made no verbal protest.
"Fuck her hard," Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi let out a small scream as half of the bloated tool drove into her vulnerable cunt. Karla had lubricated it thoroughly, so it was a sensation more of pleasure than pain. Debbi saw Karla once more mount her, and the already juiced-up pussy covered her face.
The two professionals worked in perfect unison, Andy's cock hammering into Debbi's cunt, while she ate Karla. Debbi felt her own orgasm blossoming. It would come to a spine-shattering climax in a moment.
Karla's cunt began spasming and she flooded Debbi's mouth and face with hot juice. Andy suddenly pulled his dick out of her and Debbi could feel his hot sperm as it covered her bush and
belly. Karla bent dawn and began to lap it up.
"Okay, cut!" Mr. Henderson shouted, and on cue both performers got off of Debbi. The girl was handed a towel to wipe herself. She didn't understand. Debbi was so close to her own climax that she was nearly shaking. But it seemed no one cared whether she came or not. The action was finished and that was that. Debbi wanted to come, but she certainly wasn't going to finger herself in front of these people.
The sensation gradually cooled to a tolerable level, but Debbi wasn't at all pleased at the way she was told to hurry and dress. Mr. Henderson clapped a new fifty-dollar bill into her hand and told her to come by tomorrow night at the same time. Debbi was back out on the street before she realized what was happening.
The street lighting in the rough neighborhood was poor. It took Debbi several seconds to see two grisly-looking men leering at her. She clutched the handbag containing the fifty closer to herself. But the two men moved closer to her.
"Help out an old fireman, lady. These hands ain't so good no more," the first drunk began. Both stank from alcohol and had a weary look caused by years of drinking.
"I… I don't have any money," Debbi lied, but she made the mistake of drawing her handbag still closer. The two men noticed the movement.
"So we ain't good enough for your kind, huh, miss fancy cunt?" the speaker sneered. The second one grabbed Debbi in a quick motion and pinned her arms behind her. The other man grabbed at her tits through her blouse.
"No, that's not it. Leave me alone or I'll scream," Debbi threatened. She should have acted without warning the whiskey-soaked men. Now
they realized she had a defense, so they cupped her mouth and the two of them dragged her into an alley. Visions of the horrible experience at the house of the three men who had taken her in came pounding back.
One drunk kept her arms pinned painfully, while the other struggled with his zipper. Her mouth was free for only an instant, then a smelly handkerchief was stuffed in it until she nearly gagged. The old drunk jerked his limp pecker in the cool air, but couldn't get a stand. In impotent rage, he punched her in the stomach and left her semiconscious with the force of the blow.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," the second drunk muttered, letting her drop to the pavement so he could quickly rifle her handbag. He smiled as he stuffed the fifty into his pocket. His friend was too upset to notice the amount..
"I can still do something to this snotty bitch," the first drunk snarled. He aimed a spray of urine over Debbi's helpless face. Then the two men were gone.
Debbi could move in a few minutes, so she collected herself and picked up her handbag. The fifty-dollar bill was gone. All her hard work in the disgusting apartment of Mr. Henderson had been for nothing. Now some bums could glut themselves on cheap bourbon for a week.
There was nowhere to go but to Cindy's apartment. When she came in with no money and the story of the assault, Debbi knew she would be in trouble. But there was simply nowhere for her to go. There was no place in the world that she knew of where people wouldn't rip her off and abuse her. Debbi entered and quickly went into the bathroom to wash her face. Then she confronted Cindy and solemnly said: "I don't have the
money.
"What?" Cindy shouted in anger. "Where's the fuckin' money?"
"1 don't have it. Two winos took it," Debbi pleaded, too frightened to even cry. Cindy was not
good mood to begin with. Now she was in a blind rage.
"You stupid, fucking cunt. Now you'll really get it," Cindy threatened, going to her closet and returning holding a thick belt with an ugly buckle.
"No. I don't deserve it. And I won't take it," Debbi said defiantly. All the disgusting, rotten things people had done to her suddenly made Debbi angry. And in her anger she felt power. The power she needed to free herself from the control of others. It was now a question of self- preservation. As Cindy turned crimson over Debbi's defiance, the girl knew she must fight to survive.
"I'll kill you!" Cindy threatened, swinging the belt 'wildly at the girl. The first several blows struck Debbi at the hips and middle, when they weren't successfully blocked by her arms. The fight lasted only a few seconds alter Debbi managed to wrestle the belt from Cindy.
"You glut! Give that to me!" Cindy ordered. Debbi smiled and slapped Cindy across the face. Then she began beating the woman with the belt.
"No more little slave, bitch!" Debbi shouted, bringing the other woman down with the force of her blows. Once Cindy was down, Debbi kicked her several times to render her passive. Then she used the belt to tie Cindy's hands behind her back. Then Debbi ripped every shred of clothing from the woman's body.
"You'll pay for this," Cindy threatened. But several more kicks from the girl silenced her.
"Now, I'm the master," Debbi said matter of
factly, enjoying watching her victim writhe about in pain on the carpet.
"Please forget everything I said. But untie me," Cindy begged, in a manner that at first startled Debbi.
"Certainly. But you have to be punished," Debbi said, mocking -Cindy's former aggressive tone. Debbi felt up the helpless woman's body, pinching the ripe nipples cruelly as the full breasts shook in painful reaction. Then a finger probed viciously into the delicate cunt and asshole of the woman.
"Please, leave me alone," Cindy begged. It was a strange situation to be in, and Debbi knew that she must savor the moment. Power was such a rush to the girl that she was actually trembling with excitement.
"You'll have to eat me," Debbi said, quickly stripping. "But first, kiss my feet." Cindy did as required. Her mouth moved down and her lips pursed. Then she moved up the girl's body, stopping at her cunt and licking it hungrily. Even as the submissive partner, Cindy was still eager to taste the joys of the young girl's pussy. Debbi reached several miniclimaxes even before the woman's teasing lips had begun to work on her in earnest.
The hot rush of blood to Debbi's groin was soothed by the woman's mouth moving over the slippery ridges of her cunt. Debbi spread her legs wider to give the woman better access, shaking visibly as the come flowed from inside of her into the woman's sucking mouth. Cindy was as good at being a slave as she was a master.
"That's enough, you pig. Now I'm going to have to clean your face. On your feet," Debbi ordered, dragging the nude woman with her into the
bathroom. Debbi threw the woman roughly to the tiled, floor and walked over to the bathtub. She waited until the water was scalding hot, then filled the tub nearly to the top.
"What the hell are you going to do?" Cindy asked, struggling to undo the bonds. Her hands were swollen and purple from the circulation being shut off. Debbi idly rubbed her own clit as she watched the helpless woman writhe. Now the girl could understand why Cindy had such extremely intense orgasms while abusing her.
"I'll make you clean," Debbi answered at length, dragging Cindy by the ear to a position next to the tub. The woman's knees and thighs were shaking as the muscles strained to keep her balance. In one motion, Debbi took Cindy's head and forced it down into the scalding water. She held it there for several seconds.
When she finally let Cindy come up for air, the woman's lung expanded heavily, trying to draw in as much oxygen as possible. Cindy was so shocked that she couldn't speak. Debbi then repeated the procedure several times, making certain to keep Cindy's head submerged for longer periods each time.
"Please," was all Cindy could murmur when Debbi finally let her collapse against the tub.
"Surely. But one more punishment first," Debbi said,, leaving the bathroom. She returned a few seconds later, the massive dildo that had so often been used on her strapped around her middle. "Now, I'll luck you."
"Oh, leave me alone," Cindy begged, coughing. Her face was red as blood and would shortly develop ugly blisters. It was what Debbi wanted to see.
"Now take it, whore," Debbi said. She stood
behind Cindy and forced the dildo's full length into the woman's unlubricated passage. Though the cunt resisted, Debbi kept up the pressure until it was all the way up to the phony balls.
"Arrgh! Oh!" Cindy groaned, pushed forward as far as she could go, until the side of the tub stopped her from moving further.
"How does it feel?" Debbi asked, but the woman could only gurgle a Sound deep in her throat. Debbi gave several more forceful lunges, but was alarmed to see that the dildo was moistening. Cindy was enjoying it. And that would never do. There had to be more pain for Cindy.
Debbi withdrew quickly and went to the medicine cabinet. There was no turning back now. Debbi would give the woman the full treatment. She took out a tube of Ben-Gay and squeezed out a large glob. Then she smeared the generous quantity of salve over the entire surface of the phony dick. Cindy remained passively quiet, not knowing what to expect.
"Now this will feel better," Debbi said, chuckling, refitting the knob into the woman's cunt. The movement was greatly facilitated by the cream, gving Cindy the impression that the substance was Vaseline. In a few seconds, the agonizing pain made her scream. The burning inside of her pussy was maddening, and Cindy cried out in real anguish.
Debbi momentarily withdrew the dildo. She wasn't satisfied with Cindy's suffering. The girl forced the dildo into the screaming woman's reluctant asshole. It was agony for Cindy, but the back end of the dildo was pressing against Debbi's honeyed clit and urged her on to climax.
"I'll tuck you to death," Debbi gurgled in pleasure, pushing hard into the woman. The
motion forced Cindy forward into the water, but Debbi didn't care. She knew only that she must explode the pleasure bomb ticking inside her pussy, gnawing at her nerves. Debbi went slightly insane as she hammered the motionless woman's asshole.
"I'm coming!" Debbi wailed, rubbing her own tits as she continued to fuck the motionlees woman. Wave after wave of bliss washed through her womb and leaked out onto the dildo. Her uterus contracted as her hot crotch exploded. A grateful groan was all she could‹add, and it came from deep in her belly, as it convulsed with the sweet heat of complete orgasm. It took Debbi several seconds to come down off her orgasmic cloud of pleasure.
Debbi withdrew the dildo, taking it off and throwing it down onto the tiles. Looking at Cindy now made the girl feel only disgust. There was nothing left in the woman to master. The passive bitch didn't try to move away from the tub. Suddenly, the strange position of Cindy's head frightened Debbi. On closer inspection, Debbi could see that the woman's head was resting peacefully below the water.
"Oh my God!" Debbi exclaimed, pulling Cindy out of the water and placing her back on the tiled floor. If there was breathing or heartbeat, Debbi couldn't detect it. She untied the woman's hands, then dragged the limp body over to the bed. Inspecting her more closely, Debbi could see that she was dead.
"I didn't mean it," Debbi said to the woman. It surprised her that she didn't feel any genuine remorse over what she'd done. Even at Rex's death and those of the other two men, she felt no real sorrow. Perhaps he didn't have as much feeling as
she had once thought.
But Debhi did have enough sense to realize that she had to get out of the city fast. She would need money to do that. Quickly, Debbi rifled through the woman's drawers. Cindy had only seven dollars in cash in her apartment. The rest of her money was in a bank account and she had numerous charge accounts.
Debbi debated whether or not to try and impersonate Cindy and take her bank book and credit cards. But it seemed too risky. She didn't feel she would have the nerve needed to walk into the bank, forge the withdrawal slip, and make a complete withdrawal. But the fourteen hundred dollars was too tempting to resist. It would be worth any risk.
Debbi locked the door and threw the only apartment key she kneW of down a sewer. She left all of the clothes because she wanted to travel light. She only took Cindy's warmest coat, leaving everything else to its dead owner.
The bank had a walk-up window open late. Debbi would walk up, fill out the short withdrawal form, and then have the money. The bank window was fairly crowded as Debbi waited in line. When her turn came, Debbi filled out the form and did her best to copy Cindy's signature. But the teller was taking a long time. And when Debbi saw the woman making a phone call, and a security guard making a rapid approach, she decided to flee.
"Hold it, miss!" the guard shouted, but Debbi kept running. She had much more speed and easily escaped the elderly man. But now the police would be informed and an investigation would result.
Debbi felt certain, she had violated some procedure every person using the bank's facilities should have known. Or maybe the signature was
too phony, or the teller could have known Cindy by sight. Whatever the reason, the police would now investigate and be led straight to Cindy's apartment. And then the police would have her as their chief suspect. She was no longer a minor. She could easily go to jail for life.
The thought of Buck, Cindy's associate and lover, came to the girl's mind. Buck had used the girl as much as Cindy, but Debbi felt he could give her a name and a place to look up in another city. And she needed more money even to buy a ticket. Perhaps it was a strong instinct for survival, but Debbi followed her urge that took her to Buck's apartment door.
She hesitated for only a second before ringing his doorbell. Fortunately, Buck answered quickly and Debbi could tell he was alone. That would make what she'd have to do easier. At least something was working out.