George did exactly as he had promised. The van left the girls in front of the schoolhouse and they were dressed exactly as they had left. They had been given time to bathe or anything they wanted before they left the house and then were blindfolded and put into the van. An hour later they were pushed out in front of the school.
It took them a little while to get their blindfolds off and then they stood looking at each other with sick expressions.
"It's all over," Sherry said.
"Is it?" Leslie asked. "Will it ever be really over for us? After what they've done."
"They didn't do anything to us," Ginger said suddenly.
"What?" Sherry asked.
"Don't you understand, Sherry? When we tell what happened, my boyfriend will never look at me again. Neither will Jim or any of your boyfriends, Leslie. They'll look at us like whores. It'll be horrible for everyone."
"She's right," Leslie said finally. "I know that my mother will look at me as if I have a disease or something. Even though she doesn't mean it."
"What will we say?" Sherry asked.
"They kidnapped us and kept us in a dark house where we were fed and cared for. We didn't know what was going on until we were let go."
They all nodded. And then Sherry understood why George had kept giving her that awful grin. He had known they would all be too scared to say anything. She wondered how many times those men had done it, how many more times they would do it until some girl spoke up.
Sherry knew only one thing for sure. It wouldn't be her.
It was barely a half hour before the police found them. It was going to be a long two days for all the girls. There were many questions asked. Everyone wanted to know what had happened. And they had to keep repeating the same stories for the police over and over again.
Sherry was finally starting to think it was all over as she went over her statement one last time. She was just breathing a sigh of relief when she looked up and saw George. He was in uniform, a police uniform, and he was grinning at her.
"Oh no!" she said softly.
"I want to ask her a few questions alone," George said.
"Sure, Captain," one of the young officer's said.
The room was cleared out in a few moments and Sherry was left alone with the man who had treated her so badly. He sat down beside her and put his hand on her knee. She shivered but she didn't move her knee away.
"You know you're doing the right thing," he said. "You wouldn't want all that trouble and shame brought on your family."
"You're in charge here?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered. "I'm the boss. And you're a young girl who's been kidnapped. And you're being smart. That's important. But I think you could be a lot smarter."
"What do you mean?"
"There are men in town who'd like a sweet young thing like you, and you could make a little extra money."
"That's sick."
"Sure it is," he said. "The trouble is that you want it, and you'd do it for no money at all. Maybe you don't realize it yet, baby, but you need somebody to beat you up and fuck you silly. You need it bad."
"You're lying. You're a sick animal."
"So are you, baby," he said.
George got up and left her alone. It was over, really over. The police had believed her story. But of course they would, George was in charge.
Sherry went back to the regular routine of living. She dated Jim regularly and it was obvious that they were going to get married. Jim kept up trying to get into her panties but she wouldn't let him. And yet there was a nagging feeling that made her wish that Jim would get rough with her, that he would make her take her panties off.
A couple of months went by and gradually something was happening to her. She didn't know what it was but it seemed like her life was boring. She found she had started to look at men on the street. And wonder what kind of men they would be.
It had to happen. George had known it. She hadn't realized it until she came home one evening and knew she could not stand another night of just sitting around the house.
She picked up the phone and made her phone call. A few moments later she was talking to George. He gave her a name and an address and he told her to expect anything when she got there. He also told her to wear something sexy.
Sherry took a shower and dressed in a short, clinging green skirt and green high heeled shoes. She combed her hair out until it was shining.
She licked her lips as she went out to her car. She drove to the address she had been given and there was a burning excitement growing in her every moment. She tried not to think about what she was doing. She couldn't even understand why she was doing it.
She saw people looking at her as she walked through the lobby of the motel. It made her feet naked. Her heart was pounding as she walked up the stairs and into the dark hallway. She found the room in just a few moments and she knocked timidly on the door. But there was no answer so she knocked again. Then she heard footsteps inside the room.
A moment later the door opened. He was a big, curly headed man with a cruel-looking scar across his cheek. He looked like he could break boards with his hands. He was everything that Sherry thought he would be.
He was dressed in only a towel that covered the essentials. His hairy chest was dripping water from his shower as he looked her over like he was inspecting a piece of merchandise.
"Mr. Wilson?" she said.
"That's right. You must be Sherry. Come in."
She brushed past him and then turned to face him. He reached out and grabbed her titty and she knocked his hand away out of shock and surprise. He kicked the door shut with his foot and brought his fist around in a wicked blow that knocked her off her feet. She tasted blood from a slightly cut lip.
"Let's get something straight, cunt," he said. "I bought your ass and I'm going to do everything I want to do to it. You don't like the way I play then you get your big ass out. But George might not like that."
George wouldn't like it but that was not the reason she was staying. Almost immediately she had felt the quick shiver of excitement. This man was a brute and a brute was what she needed.
"Fix me a drink, cunt," he said.
She fixed him a drink from the bottle on the cabinet. He had leaned back on the bed and jerked the towel off. There was not an ounce of fat on his body and Sherry was trembling as she walked over to him.
"How are you at blow-jobs, cunt?" he asked.
"All right," she said.
"You'd better be better than that," he told her. "Give me the drink and get down there and get busy."
She handed him the drink as she sat down on the bed. He had not asked her to undress and somehow she knew that he wanted to see her suck him while she still had her clothes on and her face and hair fixed up.
She reached down for his cock and her fingers circled his shaft and she worked her hand up and down. His prick was as big and muscular-looking as he was and it grew even thicker in her fingers. She tightened her fingers a little more and moved her hand up and down.
She let her hand slide down to his heavy cum-filled balls. It excited to her to have her fingers on his cockflesh and she knew that it wasn't going to be long before she had this huge cock in her cunt.
She bent her head down and she could smell his strong odor. His cockmeat had a sexy smell and just the smell of it made her pussy burn. She pushed her tongue against the swollen cockhead and tasted a little of his cum.
Her heart pounded faster and faster and she nibbled at the swollen head of his cock. Her tongue moved out slowly and touched at the tiny hole. He groaned in pleasure and his hand came down to stroke the back of her head.
He pulled her face closer to his cock, shaking as her long tongue touched at his cockhead. She gently moved her tongue around his cockhead again and again. Finally she opened her mouth and captured his cockhead.
She pulled her head back slightly as the meaty part of his cockhead caught on her teeth. She kept moving her tongue around the head. His cock was already hard but now it started getting even bigger. His bloated cockhead looked huge, almost so big that she couldn't get her lips around it.
"Go on, baby," he said. "You like sucking cock. I can see you like having your lips around a man's cock. Get down there and do it, bitch. Do it!"
She licked down the side of his cock to his balls. She brought her tongue back up slowly and licked his cockhead for a few moments. She tasted a little more of his salty-flavored cum and she opened her mouth and took his cockhead inside her lips.
"Your lips are hot, baby," he groaned. "It's like putting my cock in warm honey. It feels good, bitch."
She took a deep breath and then started sucking his prick deeper into her mouth. She had half his huge cock inside her mouth before she stopped.
"Suck it down, baby," he told her. "You can do it. Suck it down deep!"
She took another deep breath and then started sucking as hard as she could. His swollen prickhead went over her silken tongue and then into the back of her throat. She sucked again and felt his balls against her chin. She was deep-throating him.
"You hot fucking bitch!" he groaned. "You're taking it all. You're taking all of it. I knew you could fucking do it!"
She took her time as she let her head come back. She raised her head and looked at his stiff cock. She had really gotten all of that cock inside her mouth. It was hard to believe. She sighed with pleasure as she put her lips against his cock again. She was loving every moment of this and kept thinking how great it was going to be to have his cock inside her pussy.
"Suck it some more, baby," he told her. "Put your mouth back on it and suck it good!"
She licked her lips. She was almost as hungry to taste it as he was to feel it. She brushed her blonde hair back with one hand as she leaned over his cock again. This time she wasted no time. Her wet mouth engulfed his prick and she sucked him all the way to the back of her throat. She closed her lips tightly around the base of his cock and did not move.
"Oh shit, cunt," he groaned. "You are good. You're worth every fucking cent I paid for you."
His words reminded her that she was getting paid for doing this, and that excited her even more. She kept her lips locked tightly around his prick as she lifted her head. She kissed the head of his cock again but then she swallowed his shaft one more time. She started moving her head up and down, keeping her lips locked tightly around his prick.
"That feels fucking good, cunt," he groaned. "You keep doing that, bitch!"
She moved one hand up his body and between his legs. She knew he would like it as she started caressing his balls with her fingertips. He almost jumped off the bed as he tried to drive his prick even deeper into her fucking throat.
"You sweet bitch," he gasped. "Shit, you are a fucking whore. You know what you're fucking doing. You're fucking good!"
He lifted up his ass again and again as he drove his prick down her throat. She could taste his cum all over her body. She let her teeth scrape his prickmeat as she raised her head.
"That's enough, bitch," he groaned. "You're going to make me fucking come. That's enough!"
He reached down and grabbed her by her blond hair and jerked her hair back savagely. She stopped and his hand came around in a savage swipe that knocked her backwards. Her short skirt slipped up to her thighs and her green panties and Sherry didn't try to pull her skirt back down.
"You got an educated pussy, cunt?" he asked. "Is your pussy good enough to drive a man crazy?"
"Yes," she moaned.
"It better be," he said.
He got up off the bed, reached down, and grabbed the front of her blouse. She knew what was going to happen even before he started ripping her blouse down the front. For a moment she wondered how she would get home and then she forgot all about it as he freed her creamy titties.
"Fucking beautiful," he said.
He cupped her titties with both hands and squeezed until she was gasping with pain and still wanting more. She pressed into his hands.
"I don't think I've ever had a good-looking cunt like you," he said. "You're about the best-looking whore I've ever seen!"
He grabbed her again and dragged her back up on the bed. She was able to peel out of her skirt before he could rip it off. She quickly slid her green panties down her legs and she saw his eyes go to her thick, blonde pussy bush. His eyes were so hot that they seemed to burn her.
"Spread those legs, bitch," he said. "Spread them wide for me. I want to feel that fucking pussy."
She spread her legs as wide as he could and he put his hand over her cunt. Her juices started running over his fingers almost immediately. She was so fucking hot! He laughed as he stabbed one finger deep into her pussy. Immediately she started bucking her ass up to meet his finger.
"That feels so good," she moaned. "Oh yes, that does feel good!"
"You make me so fucking hard," he groaned. "My cock gets hard just from looking at you, cunt!"
He rolled over on top of her. Immediately her legs came up and locked around his back. His prick moved up and gently moved his cockhead into her pussy. He shoved a little harder and his prick went halfway into her cunt. She loved it. It was such a warm, delicious feeling to have his cock inside her cunt.
"All the way," she groaned. "I want your cock in my pussy. I want it in my pussy. Put it inside my pussy!"
He shoved hard and his prick went into her pussy all the way to his big balls. She sighed with pleasure and tightened her legs around his back. She started moving her ass up to meet his cock and he didn't move.
"Your pussy is good," he moaned. "Shit, I've never felt such a good piece of ass!"
He started fucking her with slow, deep strokes. She had needed it for so long. She couldn't wait. She started bucking up her ass to take his prick really deep. Already there were juices bubbling up in her pussy.
"I needed this," she gasped. "You don't know how bad I needed this. I'm going to fucking come! I'm coming. Oh shit, I need it good. Shiit!"
She squeezed his back a little tighter, screaming, although she didn't even realize it.
The spasms of joy kept rocking her body again and again. Her clitty was still brushing his cock and sent a few more shivers through her.
He was fucking her a little faster, harder. She could feel his prick swelling up inside her and that was what she needed. She started squeezing her cuntwalls together.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "Fuck. Oh fuuuuuck!"
He took his prick out of her pussy at the last moment and moved up her body. His prick started spurting into her face and dribbling down her heavy tits. Sherry lifted her head up and licked the rest of his cum off his hard prick.
"Now get the fuck out of here, cunt," he said.
"What?"
"Get the fuck out of here!" he said. "Do you think I want a cunt like you hanging around?"
She climbed out of bed, numb by his sudden change in attitude. She started to go to the bathroom to wash herself but she heard him behind her. He jerked her around and pushed her toward the bed.
"Get your fucking clothes on and get out of here!" he said. "I want you to walk through the lobby with my spunk on your titties and face. Let everyone know what kind of whore you are."
She dressed as quickly as she could and in a few moments she was standing out in the hall. She had managed to make her blouse decent with a safety pin but she didn't know how long it was going to hold together. She hoped nobody would notice the streaks on her chin. She had wiped herself with her panties. She wasn't wearing any as she walked downstairs.
She somehow got through the lobby and found her car. She sat there breathing deeply and suddenly realized that she was burning with excitement already. She knew she wasn't going to be able to wait for George to call her. She was going to have to call him. She was already willing to go to another man and she knew she would be willing with many more.
George had done just what he wanted to do to this little prom girl.
He had turned her into a cock-loving cunt.
And Sherry loved it.