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Strict Social Services: The Lesbian Rape of Missy

By Powerone ( [email protected] )and Missy ( [email protected])

Copyright 2004

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Chapter One:

The Investigation

How could this have happened to her?  She was only fifteen; a girlher age shouldn't be treated like this.  What made the situation evenworse was that these were women doing this to her!  She had always beenleery of men, not talking to strangers, watching her surroundings, always onthe alert.  But these women were the people that were suppose to be protectingher, they were Social Services.  They had taken her away from her motherbecause she was not taking care of her. 

She literally hung from the wall in the room she now called home.  Herarms were secured in thick, black, metal cuffs and chains from the ceilingkept her feet from touching the floor.  Her legs were likewise immobilized,metal cuffs wrapped tightly around her thin ankles, already chafing her tenderskin.  Her crotch ached from the wide expanse in which they had placedher legs, forcing her body into a giant X. It felt like they were tearing herup the middle.  If she could have looked down she would have been shockedat how she looked, but the metal headpiece they had secured her head with preventedany movement.

The heavy black metal headpiece completely surrounded her head, tucked tightlyaround her neck to keep it in place.  A leather band around her foreheadkept her face forward and was secured tightly against the top of the headpiece.  Anose piece fit snuggly over her nose almost as if it was built for her, themetal clamp closing her nostrils, her breathing ragged as she tried to suckas much air as she could into her lungs through her mouth.  It was noeasy task. The mouthpiece portion of the headpiece had four metal pieces pushinginto her mouth. One of the women had made sure that the corner of herlips were pulled tightly as each metal piece was forced deep inside, the metalclanging on her teeth.  This forced her mouth open into a wide O, a gapinghole, saliva dripping down her chin.

Her head was already aching from the tightness of the leather band, her mouthfeeling as if her lips were being torn.  They had brought her here overtwo hours ago, the trepidation of not knowing what was going to happen quicklybecame as bad as the physical pain she was experiencing.

It had started out innocently enough.  One of her neighbors had complainedto social services about her mother.  She knew it was Linda, the womanliving down the hall from her.  Linda was strange, always staring at her.  Notlike a friend, but like a man would look at her, watching her as she walkeddown the hall, feeling the heated gaze burning a hole in her as she swung herass in her short skirt.  The other girls had talked about lesbians, andshe really didn't know any, but she suspected that Linda might be one.

Her mother had been getting worse lately.  It all started when her fatherwalked out on them over a year ago.  He had left for work one dayand just never returned.  She suspected it had something to do with hermother's drinking and the men she hung around with.  Her mother startedto drink more often and to not coming home at night.  Missy was fairlyself-sufficient by now so she really didn't care one way or the other, at leastuntil now.  The loud knock on the door scared her.  She checked thepeephole, asking who was there. 

"Ms. Johnston of Social Services," holding up her badge.  "Youmust be Melissa, may I talk to you?"

The name Melissa was like scratching your fingernails on the blackboard,she hated the name and only answered to Missy.  She unlockedthe door and opened it tentatively, peeking around it until she read the badgeand ID card.  "My name is Missy!"

"Excuse me. Missy it is then.  I'm Officer Johnston. May I comein and talk privately with you for a few minutes?"  Officer Johnstonsmiled at her, admiring the lovely girl.  She was dressed in a short,plaid skirt with a small leather belt on the side.  Her top was a teeshirt, looking one size too small, as it seemed to cling to her breasts. Thebra underneath barely contained them as they spilled over the top, her cleavageexposed by the low cut of the tee.  Her legs were long, and tanned a warm,dark bronze. She wore a pair of white socks and sneakers giving her a veryyouthful image.  Her mind might be fifteen, but her body definitely wasnot. Missy's broad hips and plump ass were delightful to look at as OfficerJohnston followed her into the room.  It was almost a waste, having sucha delicious body and not using it as it was intended.  She was notsurprised when she saw the inside of the room. The furniture sparse and wornbut at least it was clean, betting that it was Missy that kept it that way,not her mother.

"Is something wrong?" Missy asked as Ms. Johnston sat down. Ms.Johnston's eyes were making her uncomfortable.

She stared at Missy's legs as she sat down eyeing her skirt as it slid uphigh on her naked thighs.

"Just a normal investigation.  We have a complaint about the qualityof care you're receiving and have to investigate it.  It's probably nothing."  Shesmiled at Missy, hoping to place her at ease.  She moved closer to Missyon the couch, turning to look at her.

"Everything is okay," Missy answered quickly.  She'd heardstories about Social Services taking kids from their parents and what happenedin foster homes and state homes.  She wanted no part of either, preferringto stay where she was.  "I'll tell my mother you came by," hopingto get her to leave.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy. I'm going to have to get more informationfor my report.  It will be much easier if you cooperate.  I can bea very nice person, however, if you cross me, you will regret it," givingMissy an evil grin.  She saw the fear in Missy's eyes.  Young girlswere so easy to coerce, especially those that had bad role models.  Theyfeared a powerful authority figure.  They discussed her home life forover 15 minutes, learning that her mother was at the least neglectful, at themost criminal.  Missy was often left to fend for herself for days at atime.

"You can call me Karen," moving over so she was sitting close to Missyon the couch.  Missy's eyes looked like those of a scared little rabbit,not sure of what to make of the sudden move.  "Don't be scared ofme Missy.  We're going to get to know each other in the next month orso.  I'm going to be visiting you at least once a week, if not more.  I'mvery concerned for your well-being and want to make sure that you're adequatelycared for."

"B..but, I'm okay," Missy's eyes pleading with her.  "Youdon't have to worry about me."

  "It's my job Missy.  But I want to make sure I have yourfull cooperation.  If not, I'm afraid that I'll have to take you in andplace you in our center until I can find you suitable foster care."  Thiswas what got them to submit, the threat of pulling her from her home into theunknown.

"I'll do whatever you say.  Please, don't take me away." Shelooked at Karen, younger than her own mother, only about 30. Her hair was blondeand cut short. Missy couldn't help but notice Karen's figure, neatly packedinto a beautiful suit, a white button-down blouse underneath the jacket, apair of high heels, sleek long legs. I hope I look like her whenI get older.

  Karen placed her hand on Missy's hair, stroking it as she lookedinto her eyes.  "That's a good girl.  Just obey and I'll helpyou," her hand continuing to run up and down her silky brown hair.  "You'rea very beautiful girl Missy.  Do you date boys yet?"

"NO!"  Missy was afraid of them, seeing how bad they treatedher mother, not really wanting any part of them.  The boys always triedto give her a line of shit, all for the chance to get into her panties.

"I know how you feel Missy.  Men can be very difficult, alwaystrying to get you to have sex with them and then dumping you as soon as theydo.  Are you still a virgin?"

The conversation was getting very personal, Missy was not sure if she wantedto answer, staring at her.

"I expect an answer!" Karen's voice was loud, giving Missy hermost authoritative voice.

"Yes," she shot back, seeing how angry Karen got.

"That's good Missy," smiling as she said it.  Iwant to be the one that fucks that tight virgin pussy ,she thought, her pussy already wet with the thoughts of Missy's rape .  I'llbe the one that will make you scream in pain as you are fuckedfor the first time, a hard rubber dildo forever taking your virginity.

They talked for another twenty minutes, about school, her mother and of courseboys, finding out that Missy was inexperienced with boys, having barely evenpetted.  Karen let her hand fall on Missy's naked leg; whose skirt hadridden up, leaving a wide expanse of tanned, naked flesh. 

Missy looked up, surprised to feel the touch of Karen's hand.  Karenbarely acknowledged the fact, continuing to talk to her. Missy was becomingflustered, as the hand slowly rubbed up and down her silky skin, almost likea boy's would.  The hand became bolder, moving between her thighs, slidingher skirt up higher as it continued to rub, fingers becoming more urgent asthey caressed her tender inner thighs.

"Please don't," Missy begged, her hand grabbing Karen's. Karen answeredwith a sharp pinch of Missy's tender thigh, bruising the delicate flesh asher strong fingers pinched cruelly.

"Behave," Karen scolded her, "I can make a lot of troublefor you.  If you want to stay at home, I will be visiting you every dayafter school.  If you give me any trouble, I will take you to the centerfor a while to see if your attitude improves.  Do I make myself clear?"  Shelet her hand squeeze Missy's thigh, seeing the pained looked on her face asshe did.

"Yes," Missy whimpered.

"Yes Ma'am.  I expect respect from you," another cruel pinchto her flesh.

"Yes Ma'am," Missy responded, tears in her eyes, her thighs aching andred.

"Very good Missy.  We'll get along just fine.  I'll see youafter school tomorrow.  Tell your mother I was here."  Karenpulled her hand off Missy's thigh, the leg almost naked now, her skirtbarely covering her panty covered crotch.  She smiled as she sawMissy's flesh, a bright red testament to her cruel fingers.

* * * * *

"But Mama, she looks at me strange!" Missy pleaded to her mother.

"You listen.  She can get us into lots of trouble.  If theytake you away, I get no welfare money.  You want that to happen?  Youwant to drive your mother into the street?"  Damn, my headhurts.  Too much booze last night.  Now the brat is trying to fuckeverything up .  "Now listen Melissa," her voiceangry.  "You don't fuck this up.  You do whatever she tellsyou.  Do you understand?"

"Mama, she was touching me funny.  And she hurt me!" Missy pleadedwith her mother.

"I'm not going to tell you again.  You do what she tells you, noexcuses.  Don't fuck this up for me.  Now get your ass to schooland I don't want to hear another thing about it.  I've got to get somesleep; my fuckin' head is killing me."  She buried her head underthe pillow.

Missy left the room, more afraid now than before.  She didn't like theway Ms. Johnston had touched her.  That and the pain she had inflictedon her.  She dreaded coming home from school.  She purposelystayed late, not wanting to go home, scared of Ms. Johnston.  She walkedslowly, glancing at her watch: 4:00, an hour after she was supposed to be home.  Maybeshe had left.  She turned the corner, Ms. Johnston was standing at theentrance to her apartment building.  Missy immediately saw her and thescowl on her face.

"Where have you been?  I've been waiting for an hour.  Inside,I don't want the neighbors to hear me yelling at you," grabbing the doorand pushing it open as Missy unlocked it, moving up the stairs to her apartment.  "Hurryup, I don't have all day."

Missy opened the apartment door, Ms. Johnson quickly following, closing thedoor after her.  Missy put down her books, Ms. Johnson standing in thekitchen, her face red in anger.  "Sorry I was late.  You didn'thave to wait for me."

"You listen, you little brat.  I expect you to be here on time.  I'mnot going to screw around with a snot nosed brat.  Do you want to go tothe center?  Is that what you want?"  Her face was skewed inanger, her lip twisted; her eyes wide open as she yelled at Missy.  Shesaw the frightened look on Missy's face, fighting back the urge to smile.

Missy was scared, Ms. Johnson yelling so loud, threatening her.  Hermother would kill her if she had to go to the center, even worse, Missy wouldhate it.  She began to stammer, Ms. Johnson not giving her the time tospeak, continuing to yell.

"Well child.  You might as well as pack a bag.  I'm leavingand taking you with me!"

"No, No, please don't.  I won't do it again."  Missybegged her, scared that she screwed everything up.  She had to get Ms.Johnston to change her mind.

"Why should I?  You've obviously never had any discipline.  Howcould I ever believe you? You're probably just lying to me." 

"Honest, I'll do anything!  Anything, just give me another chance."  Missypleaded with her, her eyes already beginning to tear.  No, she had toget Ms. Johnston to change her mind.  She didn't want to go to the center.

"Your lack of discipline bothers me.  I'm sure that no one hasever punished you before.  You think a few promises and everything willbe okay?"  She was getting closer, seeing the desperation in Missy'seyes.

"You're right.  I've never been punished, but believe me; I'llnever do it again.  I'll be on time from now on.  Please, give mea chance."  Missy began to cry, her chest heaving up and down, herlarge breasts staining her schoolgirl blouse.

"I'll give you another chance, but you're going to have to learn a lesson.  Iwant you to remember the consequences of disobeying me."  She waited,seeing Missy's eyes open wide as she finally saw a way out.

"Anything, I'll do anything."  She begged her, giving herthe sweetest look she could.

"Remember you said that.  You're going to have to learn some disciplineand I'm going to administer it.  You're going to have to submit to beingpunished."

"Punished?" She didn't like the sound of it.  She had beenon her own for so long, not responsible to anyone else.  Now she was talkingabout punishing her.  What did she mean punished?

"Yes punished like the little brat you are.  Are you already forgettingthat you said you would do anything?"

She knew she was at the point of no return.  It was either agree orbe pulled from her home.  Her head hung down, "yes Ma'am," sheresponded afraid of what she was consenting to.

"Much better.  For your punishment, I am going to spank you likethe brat you are, over my knee like a bad little girl."  She satdown on one of the heavy wooden kitchen chairs, her arms spread out beforeher.  "Now over here Missy.  It's time to take your punishment."

She was scared.  Here she was fifteen, practically an adult and nowthis woman was going to spank her.  Like she was a little girl!  Shehesitated, seeing Karen, her arms outstretched, waiting to touch her.  Missywas afraid of her, afraid of not only the spanking, but also what else shehad in mind for her.

"Hurry up child.  No more hesitation.  You're just makingit worse.  I'm going to punish you more severely now.  The more youtest my patience, the worse your punishment will be.  NOW!"

She let her hands encircle Missy's slim waist, feeling the girl's musclestighten as she touched her.  Her hands slid a little lower, on to thegentle rise of her hip, turning her slightly so she was almost facing away,her pussy getting wet as she saw the cutest butt.  Missy's buttocks wereso full, almost not being able to resist touching them, feeling how tight theywere.  She could feel Missy's body trembling.  "Relax Missy.  There'snothing you can do to stop me."

Missy cringed at her touch.  It was gentle, just as a woman's wouldbe, but it felt strange.  It felt almost unnatural.  Not like hermother's or her friends'.  She almost feared this more than the pain ofa spanking.  "Please ma'am, I'll behave."

The hands on her became more familiar, sliding over her back, scaring heras they slipped below her waist to touch her hips.  She felt her bodybeing turned, not able to see Ms. Johnston now.  She felt the eyes burningon her backside, the hands slowly kneading her hips.  One hand slippeddown now, touching the gentle rise of her butt.  It was too gentle, almostas if she would imagine a lover might do.

"Bend over my lap child, slowly now," her hands guiding Missy,pushing down on her back as she saw her cute ass push out.  "Morenow Missy, let your hands touch the floor in front of you."  Shelet her hands smother over Missy's blouse, fighting the urge to grab her ass,but wanting to humiliate her slowly.

The blood rushed to Missy's head as she saw everything upside down, feelingso exposed, her butt raised up, sure that her skirt had risen high up her thighs,possibly even letting her light blue panties be exposed.  Karen's handswere still running over her body, sending shivers of fear into her.  Theymoved down her back to the gentle swell of her buttocks.  "OOOOW!" sheyelled, a sharp slap to her upturned left cheek radiating through her body.  Shemoved her hand behind her to block any further blows; a sharp slap to the wristhad her bringing her hand back down to the floor.

"Don't you dare try to stop me," Karen seethed, slapping Missyon the ass again.  "Now take your punishment."  Three sharperslaps to Missy's ass Missy's head moving up in pain each time her hand connectedwith the cute ass. It made her pussy so wet.  Karen could feel the girl's largebreasts pressing against her legs, sliding back and forth as she was spanked,almost feeling the hard nipples, not sure if it was her imagination or not.  Shecouldn't wait any longer, her hand moving down the gentle slope of Missy'sass to lightly caress the young cheeks.  She saw Missy look up from thefloor as she felt her caress, the scowl she received making her hang her headback down, resigned to her fate.  "I hate doing this to you Missy,but you have to learn."

Missy felt the hand crashing down on her ass again, the burning pain bringingtears to her eyes.  Both cheeks burned, the punishing hands stronger thanshe thought, the pain so much more intense.  She almost welcomed the caressingback again, better than the pain.  Two more slaps, lower down on her buttocks,catching part of her thighs, the pain increasing.  Then the soothing handreturned, cringing when she first felt it, but it lingered on her ass, almostcomforting.

"Such a bad little girl," Karen spoke in a calming voice as shelet her hand begin to run over Missy's buttocks.  She could almost feelthe relief in the girl's body as her hand caressed her, not spanking her.  Karenbegan to get bolder, moving all over the young body, down her thighs, Missyjumping as the hand moved back up, this time her short skirt pushed out ofthe way, the hand touching her naked flesh.  "You're a very beautifulgirl Missy."  Karen felt the dampness between her legs, her pussywet with desire for Missy.

The hand was more demanding now.  It wasn't spanking, but caressing,sliding under her skirt, startling her as the feminine hand touched her nakedthighs.  She looked up from the floor, seeing her skirt pushed up higher,the hand moving over her panty covered butt.  "What are you doing?" sheprotested.

Two quick slaps to each of her cheeks, the stinging pain returning, Missy'shead slumped back down, resigned to letting the social services worker haveher way with her, anything was better than the spanking.  The hand movedover her cheeks, fingers grasping her buttocks, clenching the flesh. 

"Such a lovely butt Missy.  Do you like me touching it likethis?"  She let her hand roam all over the cute buttocks, feelingthe girl's body jerk as it moved over the crease, lettingher finger slide up and down the split that was so prominently displayed byMissy's tight panties.  She moved her hand down lower, touching her betweenher legs her fingers tracing along the edge of her panties, touching the smooth,teenage flesh.

"Please Ma'am," Missy cried, tears running down her face.  Shewasn't sure why she began to blubber, whether it was the pain or the handthat was taking advantage of her.  "Please don't touch me there,please," she begged.

A quick slap hit her high up on her naked thigh, Karen was pleased with theway the skin turned red, hearing her cry of pain.  "Would you ratherI spank you some more?"

She shuddered, "no Ma'am," neither one acceptable, but her skinburned terribly from the cruel spanking, anything was better than that, atleast almost anything.  Her head slumped down again, sobbing as her buttwas fondled, the invading fingers sliding all over her flesh.  "NNNO!" shecried when she felt a finger slide down her crack and touch her pussy frombehind, the indignities just too much too bear.  The finger pushed indeeper, feeling it touch her pussy lips from behind.  "Please Ma'am,no more," her head rising up from the floor again.

"Get up Missy," Karen helping the girl up from her lap.  Theyboth stood up, Missy's skirt falling back down.  "You're learninghow to be a good girl for me Missy."  She leaned in closer;her face only inches from Missy's, her fingers lifting up on her chin,forcing her head up.  "Now behave," she admonished the girlbefore her lips moved in, lightly pressing against Missy's. 

She pushed back, startled by Karen's attempt to kiss her.  "Whatare you doing?" protesting the kiss.

"I told you to behave," her hand moving behind Missy and slappingher hard on her ass, pushing her hips forward until they met Karen's, holdingher ass, keeping her from escaping.  "Now obey," Karensaid, looking into Missy's eyes, seeing the fear in them. 

Karen tilted her head back up, their lips almost touching, her eyes lockedonto Missy's.  She let her lips touch hers again, this time Missy didnot move, Karen grabbing her ass harder, warning her of the penalty for disobedience.  Shefelt her soft lips, her mouth opening and her tongue gently running into Missy'smouth.  She felt the girl jerk, her hand pushing harder on Missy's ass,grinding their lower bodies together.  Karen's tongue darted into hermouth, Missy providing no resistance.  Her invading tongue ran aroundthe inside of her mouth, touching Missy's tongue, jerking away from the touch.  Thekiss became more passionate, her hips beginning to move against Missy's, feelingher pussy drenching her panties as she felt the prominent mound of Missy.  "MMMM," Karenmoaned as she kissed the young girl passionately.  She felt Missy beginto squirm, enjoying the feeling as she held her ass, rubbing her against herpussy, Missy having no other choice but to rub up against her.

She pulled her lips from Missy's, seeing the flushed look, her lips stillwet from her kiss.  "Now that is how you should behave from now on.  Areyou going to be a good girl for me Missy?"

Missy could only nod her head, embarrassed at being kissed and fondled bya woman.  She just wanted her to leave.

"I will see you tomorrow after school, on time or you'll be punishedagain," almost hoping that she would be late.

"Yes Ma'am," Missy said, closing the door behind her, rushing intothe bathroom to brush her teeth and take a shower, hoping to get some of thetaste of Karen from her body.

* * * * *

"But Momma, she kissed me!"  Missy explained everything thathad happened, her mother still in bed again, the smell of stale alcohol andsmoke filling the room.

Damn brat, she thought.  Hell, I was fucked by a girl whenI was twenty.  It was actually quite enjoyable.  The kid hasno experience, maybe this is just what she needs.   "Itold you already.  Just do what she says and stop giving me so muchshit.  Now get the fuck out of here and let me get some sleep.  I'llbe real late tonight, have a big date.  Wish me luck," buryingher head under the pillow, hearing the door slam as Missy left the room.

Missy was surprised when Karen brought someone else with her this time.  Sheintroduced her supervisor, Ms. Vanderwal.  "Afternoon Ma'am," maybeit wouldn't be so bad today with her supervisor here.

"So this is the undisciplined little girl that is giving you so muchtrouble."

Missy was taken back by the comment. What had she been told?   "No,Ma'am.  I'm a good girl."  She didn't want the supervisor toget the wrong impression.

"Were you late the other day?  Did Karen have to spank you?"

"Yes, Ma'am, buuttt...."

"No buts Missy.  I hope you've learned to obey now."

"Yes, Ma'am."  God, doesn't anyone believe her?  Everyoneseems to think she is this bad girl.

"Sit over here Missy, between us," Karen motioned her over tothe couch.  "We'll see if you can be a good girl."  Hersupervisor sat on the other side, leaving a spot in the middle for Missy.

"You can call me Julie; we're going to become good friends."

Missy got that strange feeling again as they watched her sitting down, afraidat what these adults had in store for her.  They both moved in closer,almost touching her. Julie was like Karen, mid thirties, great dresser, verysophisticated, not like her mother. They both wore similar suits, the skirtsshort and their long legs almost naked as they sat down. They smiled at heras she joined them. Karen put her hand on Missy's leg, letting it move up anddown.  "Missy has such soft and warm skin," letting her handpush up her skirt higher each time.  "Put your hand down," sheordered as Missy tried to stop her.

Julie added, "I thought you were going to be a good girl.  I cansee why you had to spank her Karen.  Maybe you shouldn't even keep herin this home."

"No, please, I'll be good," her eyes already beginning totear up.  She was as bad as Karen was.  She felt Karen's handreturn to her leg, her fingers in a fist, struggling to let her continuewithout protesting.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of your body Missy.  It's very lovely," Juliestated.  "Maybe you should teach her to be proud of her body Karen."

"Yes, I think that is a very good idea, don't you Missy?"

Missy could only nod her head, resigned to the fact as the hand slowlylet her skirt creep up her legs, high on her thighs now; she clenchedher fists in humiliation.  She had to let her legs part as Karenlet her hand slip down between them, strong fingers urging her legs fartherapart.

"I love young, satiny skin like Missy's," Julie remarked,her eyes ogling Missy's spread legs.  "Lift her skirt a little higherKaren," seeing Missy's eyes open wide. "Yes, like that but just alittle higher, I want to see the lovely panties she's wearing."  

Karen let her hands slip under Missy's skirt, moving higher, pushing Missy'sskirt up her naked legs as she saw her tremble in fear.  "Liftup your butt Missy, I want to slip your skirt back," he ordered her.

"No, please don't do that," she cried, tears flowing freely.

"Stand up Missy," Julie ordered with a stern look.  "Quickly!"

Missy jumped up; at least her skirt fell back down now.  She stood betweenthem trembling in fear.

"Turn around," Julie ordered, her hands reaching out to Missy'swaist as she complied so willingly.  She unbuttoned the skirt and letthe zipper slide down, Missy's hand coming around to try to stop her.  Juliegave a quick slap to her ass "put your hands back in front of you."  Shesmiled as Missy obeyed and her hands returned to the skirt, letting the zipperfall to the bottom, gripping Missy's waist and slowly sliding the skirt downuntil it fell into a puddle at Missy's feet. "Much better," Juliemurmured, not being able to hold back the urge to touch the tender young girlany longer.  "Hold still," her hands slowly running over thetight cheeks of Missy's panty covered butt.  "Such a nice, tight,butt Missy.  Now sit back down," she demanded, patting the seat betweenthem again.

Missy stepped out of the skirt on the floor and sat back down, sinking intothe couch between them.  She cringed as Karen's hands quickly returnedto her legs, this time no skirt hindering her, feeling them slide up and downher naked legs. 

"Spread your legs like a good girl, Missy," her hands moving betweenher tightly clenched thighs, feeling her relent, her legs sliding open as Karenpushed out on the sleek thighs. 

Meanwhile Julie became more aggressive, her hand reaching under Missy'schin, turning her head towards her, lifting her mouth up, positioning her.  "Goodgirl," moving in, her lips touching Missy's, her other hand behind thegirl's head, making it impossible for her to move away.  Her lips crushedMissy's, her tongue quickly darting into the hot confines of the tender mouth,bathing the inside with her tongue, feeling Missy trying to jerk away.  Herhand held her head tight, her tongue probing deep into Missy's mouth.

Missy was so confused and scared.  Julie was kissing her passionately,as if a boy would.  But she was a woman.  Her tongue ran all overthe insides of her mouth, her tongue unable to escape the probing.  Herhead was held tight, unable to escape the passionate embrace.  Karen wasalso becoming more aggressive, her hands spreading Missy's legs farther apart,unable to see how she looked, only imagining how obscene it was.  Shefelt the hand slide up the inside of her thigh, almost touching the vee ofher legs, her pussy tingling as the fingers rubbed along the fringe of herpanties.  She could do nothing except suffer under these women, her bodyshuddering as she was so rudely handled.

Julie pulled her head back, her lips wet from the kiss.  "You kisslovely Missy, but next time I want you to move your tongue.  Can you dothat for me?"

Missy shook her head. A scream was wrenched from her lips as Karen's cruelfingers dug into her tender thighs, forcing her legs farther apart.

"She asked you to move your tongue.  Do it!" The cruel pincha reminder of the power they had over her.

"Such lovely breasts you have Missy.  They're so big for a girlyour age. Are your mother's breasts large?" Julie couldn't wait to see them.

"Yes, Ma'am," she whispered, her voice trembling. "She even has a birth markon them just like I do," not even sure why she said that. Maybe it was becauseshe was so scared of them, scared of what they might do to her.

"A birthmark? That must be lovely. Do you want to show it to us Missy?" Karenlooked at her, her eyes piercing, knowing that she would not refuse.

"It's nothing, really," Missy hoping they would let the whole thing go.

"Now you have us intrigued, we must see it. Unbutton your blouse and showit to us," it was a command, not a question. Karen's hand returning to caressthe young girl's trembling inner thighs, running high up the legs, almost touchingher pussy, teasing it.

Why did she mention that? "Please," she begged again,knowing that it would do no good, but used to getting her own way with hermother and teachers. With these women it was different. They were more powerfuland demanding of her. Her hand reached up to the top button and slowly unbuttonedit, looking up and seeing both of their eyes on her fingers. Two more buttonsand she pulled the top of the blouse opening, giving them a peek of her breasts.

"I don't see anything Missy, unbutton it all the way down and push it tothe side," Karen ordered her.

Missy began to turn red as she slowly unbuttoned the blouse, pushing it tothe side. Now she was only clad in bra and panties, sitting between two immaculatelydressed women, feeling embarrassed as they slowly stripped her.

"I can't see anything, can you Julie?"

"No. You are going to have to do better than that Missy. Pull your bra downuntil we can see it. Stop teasing us and do it!" Julie was beginning to getimpatient. She wanted to see her big tits, loving little girls with big tits.Missy let her hand pull down her bra until the birthmark showed up, a cutelittle mark about two inches from her areola. She blushed again as she satthere, exposing her big breasts to the women.

Julie reached over and let her finger run over the tiny birthmark, seeingMissy shudder as her finger lightly played over the young flesh. She wishedshe could see her nipples, to see if she was having any effect on them, hopingthat this was getting them hard. She played her fingers over the deep cleavageas Missy held her bra down, exposing her large breasts to her invasive touch. "Verylovely tits Missy. And big. Do you like them being touched?"

"No Ma'am, please don't," a tear rolling down her cheek.

Julie wiped the tear from her cheek, "don't cry Missy. Why don't you slipyour bra down and let us see your naked breasts now? You want to be a goodgirl, don't you?"

Missy looked down in surprise when she felt it; Karen's hand had not beenidle, slowing spreading her legs out farther and farther until she almost hadto put them on their laps. Now Karen's hand had boldly grabbed her betweenthe legs, not even feigning an excuse, just boldly gripping Missy's sex inher hand.

"Show us your tits Missy," Karen ordered her, her fingers digging into themoist slit. "Now Missy."

Missy had no other choice but to comply, her trembling fingers pulling downthe bra until her breasts popped out. She felt so humiliated, her bra underneathher breasts pushing them up higher, making them look more obscene. She looked,her nipples were hard, the bra rubbing over the tips as they pulled free, rubbingharshly on them. She jumped, Karen's hand gripping her sex tightly, almostgoosing her.

"My, those tits certainly are big for a fifteen year old Missy. Such lovelydark areolas. And my goodness, your nipples are long. And hard." Julie taunted,reaching out and flicking a pointed tip with her finger. "Are you getting sexuallyaroused by this Missy?" Julie teased her, wanting to embarrass her.

"NO MA'AM," Missy blurted out. She didn't want them to think that they werearousing her.

Julie moved in closer to Missy again. "Now use your tongue this time Missy," herlips touching Missy's, her tongue darting out to slip inside the teenager'shot mouth. She felt Missy hesitating, her hand reaching up to cradle one ofher breasts, hefting it up from below. Missy shuddered as the hand touchedher, her tongue beginning to dart out and play with Julie's tongue. Julie lether finger play over the nipple, slapping at it, feeling it get harder, Missyjerking each time she slapped it, the touch hard and unrelenting.

Missy could only sit there, forced to kiss Julie, her tongue darting in andout her mouth as the two women took liberties with her body. Julie's hand wasboldly touching her breasts, snapping at her nipples, making them feel likethey would bust. Karen's hand was not idle either, one finger sliding in Missy'sslit, her finger sliding up and down the crease, feeling the wetness of herpanties. They were doing things to her that she would do when she masturbated. Isthat what they were trying to do? Were they trying to make her cum? No, shecouldn't do that, not in front of them.

It only got worse. Julie stopped kissing her, Missy felt relieved, but itwas only temporary. Her head moved down and before Missy could protest Julie'slips had attached to one of her nipples, sucking it tightly into her mouth,her tongue lashing at the trapped bud. Karen's hand slid along the edge ofher panties, sliding just under the edge, pulling it outward, exposing partof her vulva to her touch. Would she make her naked down there? Thenwhat?

The telephone ringing shattered the quiet, Missy jumping, startled, but pleasedthat she had an excuse to get up, quickly pulling her blouse around her nakedbreasts, running over to answer the telephone.

Karen had timed it right. They wanted to keep her on edge but not make hercum. Not yet. She would have to earn the right to do that. She had pushed thebutton on her cell phone while Missy was distracted; calling one of the othergirls to make the telephone call that Missy was now on.

"Is she all right?" Missy asked. "Where is she? Where is that? Outside town,how did she get there? Yes, I know you don't know. I don't know if I can getthere. She's asking for me? There's no one that I know that can give me a ride.Wait a second," Missy looking over at Karen. "My mother is in the hospital."

"Is she all right?" Missy feigned ignorance, Karen giving her a sympatheticlook.

"Yes, but she wants me there. It's outside of town. Would you give me a ride?" Iwould appreciate it very much."

"What do you think, Julie, can we give Karen a ride outside of town?" Shewinked at her.

"She's being a good girl, I don't see why not."

"Yes, I'll be there. I'm not sure how long, but I'll be there," speakinginto the telephone, relieved that she would be able to see her mother. Shehung up.

"Well you better get dressed Missy," Karen taunted her, Julie laughing asMissy stood there before them in her bra and panties.

Missy blushed, picking up her skirt and quickly putting it on, closing upher blouse again, but not before placing her breasts back into her bra.

The three of them left her apartment, Karen and Missy in the back seat, Juliedriving. "I'll keep you company back here," Karen stated as they began to driveoff.

"It's called Westminster Clinic; do you know where it is?" Missy looked outthe window as they left the city.

"Yes, we go there to check up on kids sometimes. It's about another fifteenminutes. We'll be there soon."

They pulled up in front of a rather plain row of buildings, more like a clusterof houses.

"Is this it?" Missy thought it looked funny, not like a clinic.

"Yes, get out of the car. We'll go inside with you." Karen got out first;Julie already moved around to be at the door when Missy got out.

Missy got out of the car and was overpowered before she could protest. SomehowKaren had a pair of handcuffs in her hands, quickly securing them around Missy'swrists as Karen held her tight. When she finally thought of screaming, sheopened her mouth and something was thrust into it, her cheeks bulging out asa large, rubber ball was secured into her mouth, her lips stretched wide, somethingstrapping it behind her head. She was dragged unceremoniously into the building,the hallways empty. She was pushed into an office and thrown onto the couch,her skirt riding up high on her legs as she struggled to sit up.

"Sit there and keep still. We'll tell you what's going on in a minute," Karenordered her, Julie standing guard over her.

Missy heard Karen talking to her mother on the speakerphone. Ithought she was in the hospital. "She'll be staying with usfor a month. If during that time she behaves and cooperates, we'll returnher to your home. We will be giving her rigorous training. Yes, she doesneed it. She must learn to obey. Of course you will continue getting moneyfrom the state for Missy. In fact, since Missy is in this innovative program,a private foundation will also supplement your state funds with an additional$1,000 per month. But you must agree to not reveal anything about thisprogram or that Missy is participating in it. You can make up some excusewhy Missy is not home. We've already taken care of the school. Yes, thereis a chance that Missy would be kept longer. It depends on how well sheresponds to the training. Yes, you would continue getting the $1,000 additionalif she did. Thank you for volunteering to let us keep Missy longer. No,you won't be able to contact her while she's here, but we'll give you weeklyupdates. Otherwise it tends to ruin the training schedule. Thank you verymuch for your cooperation. Bye." Karen hung up, pleased that Missy wouldbe available to them. She couldn't wait to begin her training. She hadso many things that she wanted to do to Missy's fifteen year old body.So untrained, but a little pain goes along way in getting her to cooperate.It made her pussy so wet to think about fucking the young girl for thefirst time.

"You heard that Missy. Your mother was very cooperative with us. You're oursfor at least a month. You're going to learn how to give us great pleasure.It will be painful for you, but that's part of the training. Julie, let's takeMissy to her room and get her prepared. She must be examined first."

Missy couldn't believe her mother would betray her for a few dollars, butshe did. Now she was trapped here, afraid of what these women were going todo to her, but she already had a taste of it. They intended to sexually molesther and she didn't think she would be able to stop them. She shivered in fearas they dragged her down the empty hallways to the unknown.

"In here," Karen pushing Missy into the large room.  It wasrather sterile, white walls, tile floors.  There was very little furnitureexcept for one rather large chair in the center of the room.  It had largewooden arms and was bolted to the floor.  Straps fell ominously from thelegs and the armrests.  Lights and cameras surrounded it, all focusedat the chair and the area around it.  "I'm going to take the ballgag out of your mouth.  There's no one else in the building or even withina mile of where we are, so don't even bother trying to scream.  Next timewe have to use a ball gag on you, it will be larger; your lips will have tostretch wide.  It will be quite painful so I suggest you begin tolearn to obey.  Nod your head if you understand."

Missy nodded her head, the small ball gag already hurting her, drooldripping down her chin.  She didn't like the feeling of having somethingjammed into her mouth and would do almost anything to avoid having an evenlarger one in her mouth.  She was afraid of the room; the cameraswere set up to record what ever happened here and she was afraid that it wasgoing to be her that would be taped; her body being examined.  Shegasped as the ball gag was plucked from her mouth, her spit dryingon her lips.  "Pllee...."

"Shut up Missy.  I'll tell you when to speak.  That's better," seeingthe fear in her eyes.  "I'm going to take the cuffs off of you.  Behaveand this will go a lot easier for you.  You might even enjoy a littlepleasure if you obey."  She unlocked the cuffs, Missy rubbingher wrists, red marks already on her arms.

Julie chimed in, "you will have to be examined before we can admityou.  This will require you to strip off your clothing.  Welike to have a tape of the procedure so you'll be required to do so infront of the cameras.  Yes, I see it in your eyes, afraid of being nakedin front of strangers, especially in front of the cameras.  Get use toit, this will be required of you often.  Tears will get you no where;in fact I rather enjoy them.  It makes the tape so realistic.  Nowget in front of the chair.  Do not sit on it yet!  That willbe later."  She saw the hesitation in Missy's eyes.  "SMMACKK," herhand striking Missy across the face.  She loved the look of shock on herface as her hands reached up to rub the red cheek.  "You will learnto obey!"

"Please don't do it again," her hands raised to protect herself,her cheek burning, tears running down her face.

Another smack, catching her off guard, the other cheek slapped this time,her head rocked back and forth.  "Now will I get your cooperation?  Karen,give me the riding crop," reaching over to grab the black riding cropfrom her.  "I'll not wear out my hand on you."

Her head was reeling from the blows, her cheeks stinging, tasting blood inher mouth.  What had her mother gotten her into with these evil women?  "I'lldo what you say," surrendering to them.  She saw Julie tapping theriding crop against her thigh as she stared at her.

"You'd better!  Karen, start the tapes," the red lights onall the cameras coming on, the bright lights shining directly on Missy.

What were they going to do to her?  The bright lights highlighted herbody.  And they expected her to strip naked for them, the camera's recordingher body as she did.  What would they do with the tapes, would anyoneelse see them?  She felt so ashamed at having to submit to them.

"Now I expect cooperation from you Missy.  Smile for us," pleasedas Missy tried to smile.  "Now straighten your back for us.  Yes,don't slouch.  You have such lovely tits.  Arch your back alittle; stick them out for the camera.  Yes, that's so nice."  Missyhad this fake smile on her face; it would look great on the tape, reflectingher reluctance.  Her big tits stuck out, Missy almost exaggerating theposition she was forced into. 

"Very good," Karen said, "now will you slowly unbutton yourblouse for us?  Slower," Missy quickly turned red in embarrassment,hurriedly trying to end the humiliation.  They all watched her as herbra was gradually exposed, her large breasts straining the material, abundantcleavage revealed by the bright lights.  "Slip it off now Missy,real slow.  Push your tits out for the camera." They loved how red herface and chest had become as she slowly stripped for the camera.  "Dropit on the floor.  Very lovely Missy.  Now let the straps slide downyour arms for us."  They watched as her naked shoulders were revealed,the bra slipping down lower, the weight of her breasts pulling down withoutthe support of the straps.  "Now bend over a bit, let your breastsfall," eagerly waiting as she complied. "Look into the camera.  Verylovely, they're almost ready to fall out.  Now shake them back and forthfor us.  Let them bounce."

Missy couldn't believe what they were forcing her to do, the whip snappingon Julie's leg always a reminder of what non-compliance would bring.  Itwas as if she was doing a strip tease for the camera.  She bent over,feeling the heavy weight of her breasts pulling downward, looking up into thecamera, trying to smile.  She finally relented, shaking her shoulders,feeling her pendulous breasts swinging back and forth within the confines of herbra, her skin red in embarrassment as she caught a glimpse of herselfout of the corner of her eye, a small screen reflecting what the cameras wererecording.  She looked like a whore teasing a customer.  She straightenedup again as Karen ordered her to, waiting for the next command, shivering becauseshe knew what it would be.

"I think Julie and I would like to see those lovely titties naked Missy.  Unsnapyour bra in the back and slowly let the straps fall down your arms.  Sucha good girl you are becoming Missy.  Now let it drop.  Link yourfingers behind your head and stick your elbows out to the side.  Don'tforget to arch your back.  You have such lovely tits.  You shouldn'tbe ashamed of them."  Karen and Julie's eyes stared at Missy, eagerto see her naked.

Missy closed her tear-filled eyes as she let the bra fall to the ground,trying to act as sexy as possible, slowly letting it slip down her arms.  Shefelt it slip down, the cold air blowing on her naked breasts.  She puther arms in the position they asked, knowing that it thrust her breasts highup into the air.  She had always been proud of her breasts.  Eventhough they were big, they were firm and pointed.  Boys always lookedat her, trying to get a glimpse down the front of her blouse.  Now shewas exhibiting them to two women, scared of what they would require of her.

"So nice.  Even though they are big, they do stand up nicely.  Andsuch big areolas, a lovely dark brown.  Why don't you wet your fingersand play with those pink nipples?  See how hard and long you can makethem."

Missy opened her eyes wide.  Did they really expect her to play withherself in front of the camera?  Her eyes pleaded with them, afraid ofsaying anything.

"What's the matter Missy, haven't you ever played with yourself?  Doyou masturbate?"

"Nnnn," stammering.  "Never."  She was alwaysafraid of masturbating; afraid of turning into someone like her mother,always trying to find a man to fuck her.

"That's so surprising from someone with such a delicious body.  Well,I think we can teach you many things.  You can bring so much pleasureto yourself.  Now play with your nipples Missy.  You will be surprisedwhat great pleasure you can give yourself by tapping at those nice nips."

"I can't do that," defiant in her response.  "OOOOWWW," shescreamed; her stomach on fire as Julie slashed at it, looking down to see thered stripe already forming on her white skin.  "No, no more," shebegged, her fingers already moving to her breasts, tentatively touching hernipples, feeling like a jolt of electricity was rushing through her body.  Shelightly squeezed them, a strange feeling beginning between her legs.  Whywere they doing this to her? It felt so strange to be standing in front ofthe lights and cameras, forced to play with her own body.

"Look at how big her nips are getting Linda.  Squeeze them a littleharder Missy.  You will be surprised at how pleasurable a little painis.  Yes, such a good girl.  Play with both of them, making themreally hard for us.  And don't forget to smile for the camera."

Missy had never felt such a strange feeling.  They were right, it didfeel good.  The feeling seemed to go straight from her chest to betweenher legs.  She tightened her fingers on the tip, "mmmm," pinchingharder.  How could the pain feel so good? She was so confused.

"Now bend your head way over and lift up your breasts.  I wantyou to suck your nipples into your mouth."  Karen waited, the whippoised to strike.

Missy looked up at the latest order, "NOOO!" she cried out.  Shescreamed in pain, "AAAAWWWW,' the whip slashing across one of her breasts,barely missing the nipple.  She lifted up her breasts, touching the whippedone softly, her head bending down, feeling her own breath on her nipples makingher shudder.  She looked at Karen and Linda one last time, hoping forsome relief, but they waited for her to obey.  She let her wet lips touchone of her nipples, sucking it into her mouth.  God, she could feel itgrowing larger.  Her tongue tentatively reached out in her mouth, lappingat the hardened bud, a shiver running down her spine as she felt the most incredibleshudder run through her young body.  She sucked harder, wanting the feelingto continue.

"I think our Missy likes sucking on titties.  We'll have to seeif she's any good."  Karen couldn't wait to force Missy to suck theirtits.  "Bite your nipple Missy."

Missy obliged. The feeling of sucking her nipple so pleasurable she was willingto try anything.  She bit down, "GGGODD," she cried out. Shethought she almost had an orgasm, never having experienced one before.  Shelooked into the monitor, her face red in shame as she saw her reflection.  Shelooked like such a pervert, her breasts pushed into her face, her mouth suckingher nipples like a baby.

"Now bite harder and twist it.  Feel the pain as you do it.  Concentrateon how much pleasure the pain is bringing you."  Linda watched asMissy listened to her orders, seeing her face grimace in pain as her own nipplewas twisted.

Missy didn't think she could stand much more of this.  She had thisdesire to push her hands under her skirt and rub her pussy, even with themwatching.

"See how much pleasure your body can bring you?  Now I want youto shake your shoulders.  Make those lovely titties bounce for us. Comeon now, Missy," slapping the whip on the table, the loud noise scaringthe young girl.

They watched her as she shook her tits, the pendulous flesh moving back andforth, the nipples hard.

"More Missy, jump up and down, make them bounce for the camera," Lindachimed in.

Would it never end? She was forced to jump, her breasts bouncing up and down,a fake smile on her face as she did.  Finally they let her stop, her breathingalready quick from the exertion.

"You look tired, Missy," Karen added, "Why don't you sit onthe edge of the table and rest."  She waited until Missy sat down.  "Nowspread your legs out a bit for us and let your skirt slide up your legs.  Yes,such lovely legs Missy.  You need to wear shorter skirts.  Show everyonewhat pretty legs you have."

Karen moved one of the cameras, positioning it more of front of Missy, aimingthe lens lower.  She flipped on a bright light, moving the camera downuntil it shone on her legs. 

Missy saw the camera move, the bright light directly between her legs.  Shedreaded what she knew would be their next command.

"Now spread your legs a bit more Missy, let us see between those lovelythighs.  I remember how soft and tender they are.  Oh, that is sonice, is the camera able to see under her lovely skirt Karen?"

Missy cringed as she spread her legs, almost feeling the heat from the lampas it shone up her skirt.  She let her skirt rise up higher after Julieordered her, the skirt riding half way up her thighs now.

"More Missy, spread your legs real wide now.  That's it, to thecorners of the desk.  And don't forget to smile."  Julie's eyeswere glued between Missy's legs, the camera light highlighting the darknessbetween her widely spaced thighs, illuminating her panties.

Her crotch hurt.  She had to stretch wide to reach the corners of thedesk, her thighs taut to keep the position they required of her.  Herskirt had ridden up higher, sure that her panties were exposed.  She smiledat the camera, her lips clenched in a fake smile.

"Does that hurt Missy?  I know it's hard to keep your legs spreadthat wide.  Maybe we can help you.  Why don't you stand up and removeyour skirt.  It's just in the way."  Karen watched Missy obeyher order, seeing the relief in her face as she was allowed to close her legs.  Theskirt fell quickly to the floor, Missy not wanting to make them mad.

"Good girl, now back up on the desk.  But this time, pull out thetwo drawers on both ends.  That's it," pleased at the sight of herass, her twin buns filling out her panties.  "Such a lovely ass,Missy."

Missy quickly turned around, afraid of the tone of voice on Karen as shecommented on her butt.  She sat on the desk, sitting with her feet danglingbetween the drawers, not understanding the purpose of it.

"Now scoot back a little and bring your legs up.  Place one ineach one of the drawers.  They will help you keep your legs open.  Wewouldn't want you to strain much."  The women both waited eagerlyfor Missy to assume the position.

Missy looked down between her legs as she drew them up, seeing her pantiesstretching across her sex.  God, she was so exposed as she put one legin the drawer.  She groaned as she placed the other leg in the oppositedrawer, feeling her muscles pulling.  She had to bend her knees, raisingher legs to get them into the drawer, forcing her thighs to be up and open.  Shelooked over at Karen and Julie, their eyes not even seeing her stare, theireyes on her widely spaced thighs and her sex.

"Now that is lovely Missy.  Your tiny panties barely cover thatsweet pussy.  Push your panties into your slit.  Let the camera seeyour lips.  Come on now, Missy, don't start disobeying now."  Karenmoved close to Missy, the whip in her hand.  "Now, don't you daremove your legs!"  She let the whip flick between Missy's legs, lightlytapping it against her tender white thighs.  The splat, splat, splat soundof the black leather whip rang out in the room, the camera catching Missy'sface as she grimaced in pain, biting her lips as her legs strained to remainspread, leaving her tender thighs exposed to the cruel whip.

"NOOO!" Missy cried out finally, unable to withstand the pain any longer,her knees pushing in to protect herself.  "OOOOW," a sharp slapof the whip to the underside of her right breast brought a shocked look toher face.  "Please, don't whip me," she begged, tears stainingher innocent face.

"Open your legs Missy, or it's your tits that will be whipped."  Karenwaited, the whip in her hand.  She lightly tapped Missy's right breast,making the delicious looking flesh bounce.  "I said open your legsnow!"

God, it hurt so badly when Karen whipped her breast, the stinging still felt.  Shetrembled as Karen tapped her breast, looking down, seeing her teenage breastalready turning red.  She hesitantly spread her legs open again, Karenreturning the whip between them before she even got them fully opened.  Thetapping came harder now, Missy spreading her legs wider to escape the harshwhip, Karen following her movements easily.

They looked at poor Missy, her legs now spread obscenely wide, knees up anddrawn, her sex even more exposed.  "Trace your slit in your pantiesagain, Missy.  I know you're probably wet already.  Show the camerayour lovely camel toe," referring to the way the vulva was exposed whentight clothes are molded to the flesh of young girls.  Their puffy labia,split by the tight clothes resemble the shape of a camels toe.  "Verygood, Missy, now keep your legs spread open wide for the whip again."

Missy closed her eyes, bracing for the inevitable.  "AAAAHH," shewhimpered, trying to cry out quietly, afraid of the women and what they weredoing to her.  The whip began to lash at her thighs, moving from one sideto the other, her tender skin getting redder and redder as the leather whipbegan to take its toll on her flesh.  She strained to keep her thighsapart, willing her brain to keep them open in spite of the pain.  "GGGGODDD," shecried out, her hips jerking up by the sudden rush of pain in her sex.  Karenhad swung the whip up between her spread legs, slapping at her tender mound.  Howcould she do that to her?  She should know not to hit a girl on her sex.

Karen and Julie were pleased with how well Missy was performing for the cameraand allowing them to abuse her body.  "Now slip off your pantiesMissy.  Let the camera see that lovely pussy."  She tapped thewhip on her sex, seeing Missy trembling in fear.  "NOW!  Doit slow for the camera Missy.  It wants to see that teenage pussy revealedslowly."

Missy stood up, her feel slightly apart, looking at the camera, her fakesmile on her face.  She saw the other camera aimed at her crotch, embarrassedat how revealing it would be to be naked in front of it, afraid of where thetapes would end up.  This was not a normal exam.  She realized that,but she was afraid of the women and what they intended to do to her.  Shehooked her hands in her panties and slowly let them slide down her hips, herbrown bush exposed first.  She shivered when her panties brushed the hairon her bush, sending tiny shocks of pleasure to her sex.  Lower and lowerher panties went, finally falling below the vee of her legs, her pussy nowexposed to the glaring lights.  She bent over, quickly pushing the pantiesto the ground and standing up again as she realized how her breasts hung down,her swollen nipples reflected in the bright lights.

"Very good Missy.  Now back up on the desk.  Put your feetin the drawers and let's see that pretty pussy." 

Missy looked over to them with searching eyes, hoping to see some compassionat how exposed her body would be once she assumed the position they requiredof her.  She could not even get them to acknowledge her, their eyes pinnedbetween her legs, waiting for her to spread them apart.  She resignedherself to her fate, sitting back on the desk.  She already knew how painfulit was to spread her legs into the drawers, cringing as she placed the firstone in, looking down, her pussy lips already widely spread and she still hadthe other leg to go.  She moaned softly as she pulled her other leg up,pushing it into the drawer, her crotch feeling like it was splitting up themiddle.  She had to lean back onto her arms, her body bent back slightly,her large breasts rising and falling as she looked at how exposed she was.  Herpussy lips were spread apart wide, her pink insides revealed, her vagina justa tiny virgin hole.  Even her clit stood out.  She looked at them,waiting for their next order.

Julie looked at her, Missy's pussy glistening with her juices.  Shemight act shocked to be doing this, but her body was beginning to respond.  "Masturbatefor us Missy.  We want you to cum while we watch and thecamera records every detail."

"NOOO, I don't know how," she cried out, tears running down her face.  She hadtried to masturbate, other girls telling her how great it was to cum, but shewas never successful, each time going to sleep even more frustrated.

"It's very easy Missy, I'll teach you.  Reach down with twofingers and begin to slide them up and down your slit.  Pay attentionto the insides of your lips.  From the bottom all the way up to thatlovely hard clit.  I want you to get wet for us Missy.  Make thatlovely pussy cream on your fingers.  If you don't do it, I will," Juliethreatened her, knowing that she would rather perform by herself than suffera forced masturbation by her.

No, she couldn't let Julie do it, Missy letting her hand wander down betweenher legs, shivering when her fingers touched her pussy.  It was alreadywet.  She pushed her lips apart gently, letting her fingers move down,feeling her juices soaking her fingertips as she felt the silky insidesof her labia.  She looked up, seeing the cameras glued to her sex,a strange thrill running through her body as she realized what she wasdoing.  She was being forced to masturbate and cum for the cameras, recordingher every movement, her every expression.  Who would be watchingthis tape?

"Your clit now Missy, move up and rub over your clit.  I thinkyou will enjoy it very much."

Missy moved her hand, "aaaaah," moaning softly as she touched herclit.  She had never seen or felt it so large before, sensitive to eventhe gentle breeze in the room.  She tapped it lightly with herfingertips, unable to keep her hips from moving, sliding back and forthover the desk.

"Pinch it harder Missy, you will be surprise how much a little painwill give you so much pleasure."  Julie would teach her later, extractingorgasms from her body while she inflicted pain on her.  She would be taught.

Her hips jerked up when she pinched it, feeling how hard it was.  Shehated to admit it, but the desk beneath her was starting to get wet, feelingher juices begin to run down her legs, feeling strange as some randown over her anus, a tickling sensation on her anus making her shiver.Why would her anus excite her?

"Missy is such a good student, don't you think Karen?  Look howwet she's making that cute little pussy."

"Yes, she's learning well.  But I think she needs to fingerfuck that tight little hole.  Start with one finger Missy; rubit around your vagina.  Pull back your labia so we can see youdo it.  And don't forget, smile at the camera as you masturbate for us."  Theyboth smiled at her.

A tear fell from her eye as she continued to do what they ordered her,her fingers gripping her labia, almost feeling strange when she felt thewetness, not able to understand why her body was responding.  Shepulled back her lips, looking down, able to see her pink insides, looking backup, realizing how vivid it looked to the camera.  "Please, not inside,I'm a virgin," she begged them.

"We don't want you to bust your cherry," Karen would be given thehonor of doing that tonight when Missy was put into bed, tied down, a largestrap-on designated to be worn by Karen to rape Missy's virgin pussy. "Justput your finger in a little bit.  Stretch your opening, letus see inside you."

It felt strange, running her finger around the inside of her vagina.  Itwas so tight; almost feeling like it was fighting back the intrusion.  Shecould feel the wetness, her finger sliding inside, pushing back the opening,feeling it close around her finger, trapping it inside. 

"Good, now rub your clitoris with your other hand.  See how largeit is Julie?  I think our little Missy will have nice orgasms."  Karenlooked down, waiting for Missy to obey, wanting to see her have her first forcedorgasm. She would be masturbating for many others in the future.

It began to feel good, her finger rubbing over the hard bud, sending a tingleinside her pussy, her finger gripped tightly by her silky insides as she beganto push her finger in and out in rhythm to the finger on her clit.  Shebegan to close her eyes and moan, trying to forget where she was.

"Open your eyes and look at the camera Missy.  We want to see youwhen you orgasm for the first time.  And keep your legs open.  It'snatural to close your legs when you orgasm, but we want you to keep them openso the camera can record all of it.  Now, cream for us Missy, cum allover those lovely fingers that are masturbating you."

Missy was brought back to reality again, her eyes staring blankly into thecameras, trying to keep the fake smile on her face as her fingers played withher wet pussy.  She could feel a strange tingle between her legs thatseem to race up her spine, into her brain.  Her hips arched forward asif trying to drive her finger deeper into her pussy.  It felt odd, herfinger almost crushed by her pussy, the hot walls clinging to her finger asshe finger fucked herself.  Her body began to shudder, panic setting in.  Whathad she done, had she broken her hymen?  Just then the room exploded ina barrage of lights, her head swimming in sensations she had never feltbefore.  She could feel her pussy clenching on her fingers, unable tostop it from gripping so tight.  She could feel a sudden wetness thatran down her the insides of her legs, her body shuddering. 

She continued to play her finger across her clit, sending such deliciousfeelings through her body as she came for the first time.  It felt sogood, forgetting that they were watching her, forgetting the cameras, concentratingonly on the sensations racing through her body.  She had to fight backthe urge to close her legs, remembering their orders.  "GGGGODD,SSSOOO GGood," she cried out in ecstasy as she felt another orgasm hither, her fingers now coated with her own juices as she let her fingerplay with her clit as her other hand finger fucked herself to her first orgasm.

She finally stopped, her body drained, the humiliation finally dawningon her as she looked into the monitor, seeing how wet her pussy andfingers were, testament to the orgasms that rocked her teenage body.  She lookedup at Karen and Linda, their faces beaming with smiles.

"Very good Missy.  See how much fun it can be to cum?  We'regoing to teach you so many things that will give you the samedelicious feelings.  And you will also do things to others to givethem the same feelings.  Now, let's get you cleaned up and in your roomfor the night."

Missy was led from the room, down a long corridor to a small room.  Shebegan to get scared when she saw that it had a lock on it.  There wasalso a large window almost covering the whole wall from the hallway.  Shewould have no privacy, anyone would be able to see inside the room.  Shefelt embarrassed as she walked down the hall, still naked, her cum drippingdown her thighs.  Luckily no one else showed up, only Linda and Juliewatching her as she walked, her large breasts bouncing, the cool air of thehallway keeping her nipples hard.

"Take a shower.  Don't take too long, we will be waiting for you." 

Missy went quickly into the large shower room, turning the shower on, lettingthe water run down her body, her hands rubbing the cum from her pussy as thehot water felt good.  She looked around the room.  On one side, alarge metal table stood, slanted downward, a large drain in the center of thetable, a strange rubber hose coming down from the ceiling, a large funny shapednozzle on the end.  A wide collection of funnels were placed around thetable.  What scared her most was the wide selection of straps around thetable, knowing that they were to secure someone to the table.  But whatfor she didn't know. 

"You look so fresh and innocent Missy.  Put on these panties, thenget into bed."  Karen handed her a pair of black, silky panties,a size too small for her body, wanting her sex to be outlined in the sexy garments.

Missy bent over, slipping the panties up her legs, seeing them watch as shedid.  She pulled them up over her hips, seeing how tight they were.  "Doyou have a larger pair? These are too small."

"Sorry Missy, that's all there are.  Just slip into them, I'm sureyou will look beautiful."  They watched as she pulled them up, seeingher pussy outlined on the panties, her puffy labia highlighted.  Younggirls had such pronounced labia and Karen loved to highlight their features.  "Nowon your back Missy."

"What are you doing?" Missy cried out when Julie pulled her arms overher head, Karen putting large leather straps around her wrists.  She felther arms pulled up to each corner of the bed, spreading her arms out into wide.

"Just to make sure nothing happens to you at night.  As soon asyou learn to obey, we might not have to restrain you while you sleep.  Nowget some rest, you have a long night before you."  Karen and Julieleft the room, switching off the light as they did.  Once outside, theycould speak freely.  "Give her a couple of hours sleep.  Thatmakes them more disorientated.  Not enough sleep to make them alert, butjust enough sleep to keep them awake.  We'll fuck her then.  Hercries as that large strap-on fucks into her virgin pussy will almost make uscum.  But Missy will do that honor for us.  Once she is fucked, shewill be more willing to cooperate.  I think we can teach her how to useher mouth and fingers to make us cum."  They walked off, Missy alreadydozing off, the orgasms draining her energy.

To be Continued