Add-a-Scene II:

[Punky Girl]

I liked Rache's little exercise so much (see the "Add-a-Scene" subject by Rache) I've decided to start my own (since the last one has kind of died).

Feel free to add a word, a sentence, or even just a paragraph to this story! Don't let the word "scene" fool you-- any contribution can be fun. But, as was true with Rache's effort, please follow the following rules:

The rule's are easy: Don't start writing until you know what your

saying, keep it around a thousand words or less, and just post it.

Don't worry about chapters, don't worry about "claiming" the next

entry, just do it right then! Before someone else does. This is kinda

like "Blitz" writing, you guys know what that is? It's a chat thing at

WSU.edu and it's pretty frantic. I don't think we can do it here, but

this might be close enough. Slo-Mo Blitz...

Let's see if we can finish this one! And even if we don't, hey, Rache's was fun so this one (logically) must be fun, too...!

-shannon-

~loves the illogical logic~

[Punky Girl]

Carefree Again (title?)

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Synopsis: A high-powered corporate executive laments the fact that her teenage daughter feels overwhelmed by her "childish" responsibilities. If only her daughter knew what real responsibilities were. Better yet, if only our heroine could go back to such innocent times, times when life was easy, times when things were carefree...

Codes: Teen Girls, Humor, Fantasy, ??? (no holds barred)

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Carefree Again

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"No, sir, that's not what I fucking said," Amanda hissed into her phone. "I said we'd *like* two more days to go over the numbers, I didn't demand them..."

The 34-year-old woman groaned silently and stared out of the windows of her corner office. All of Manhattan, at least the better looking part of it, filled her field of vision. Night was coming and the woman hated the fact that she was still stuck in her office on account of this one asshole.

The merger with RizenCorp was driving into a huge puddle of shit and Amanda knew it. The man on the other end of the line, the man from RizenCorp, was her counterpart. He had no respect for her and, unlike her, he had a safety-net in the form of a golden parachute should the merger talks break down.

He listed his grievances again. She listened to the man on the other line, pushed a button on her desk phone, and said, "Get your ass in here!"

She went back to her counterpart. "Your numbers are flawed," she told him. "I..."

She was interrupted by her assistant. Angry at the young woman's arrival, Amanda muted her phone and demanded, "WHAT?"

"Y-you, you asked me here!" the young blond said.

"Yeah," Amanda acknowledged. Waving the girl away she said, "Gene? Let's talk about the last fiscal quarter again..."

Her counterpart, Gene, started to talk and Amanda listened. But her assistant didn't leave leave. "Can you wait a second?" she told the man as friendly as she could. Looking back to her assistant after the phone was muted she barked, "What?"

"Your daughter keeps calling," the timid woman said. "It's, uhm, the third call..."

Amanda sighed and rubbed her temples. "Tell her I'll call back later," Amanda said, waving away her secretary. 

She was about to unmute the phone when her assistant said, "She's pretty insistent this time..."

"Jesus FUCK!" Amanda yelled. She stood to her full height, 5'11", and glowered at her tiny secretary. "Tell my daughter I'm indisposed for the moment! Is that so hard to do?"

"No!" her assistant squeaked. She backed out of the room.

Her head roiling, Amanda picked the phone back up. She un-muted it. Calming herself she said, "Gene? Let's discuss real numbers, okay?"

**

Hours later an exhausted corporate executive named Amanda Childing walked out of her office. Her secretary was already gone as were most of the staff of Blinde and Wilder.

The elevator that took her down to the street felt slow. Amanda checked her watch. Already ten, she noted. She urged the machine to move faster but it didn't.

Once she got outside she hailed a cab. Her regular driver went off duty at nine, one of the reasons she'd gotten so pissed off that she'd been forced to stay so late. A Yellow Cab slowed after just a moment, though, and picked her up.

"12th Avenue," she told the driver.

He grunted and made a right hand turn as Amanda finally checked her voicemail messages. Three were from corporate, eight were from her daughter.

"Mom, please call back!"

*delete*

"Mom, where are you? Call me?"

*delete*

"I want to go over to Steve's! Call me!"

*delete*

Amanda listened to them all and deleted them all. Her daughter's problems didn't really interest the woman. They were just more burdens.

"Trouble?"

Taxi-drivers didn't usually talk to her. Then again, the rich Manhattenite didn't usually ride in taxis. She flung her long hair to the side, stared down at her phone, and told him, "Not really."

"Ah, but it is," the dark complected man replied. He was grinning. "Family or work?"

Amanda braced her back against the hard seat of the cab. "Just drive," the lanky woman with large and natural breasts said. 

"I can always tell," he said with a slight accent, "when my guests are uncomfortable."

"Just drive."

"Just tell me why you are?" the driver said as he pulled onto 8th Avenue.

Amanda considered his question, then she laughed. Why not? she thought.

"Well, I have a dead-beat husband I'm court-ordered to pay $3,000 a month to, for one thing," she said. She stretched out, enjoying the fact that she was comfortable in the back of the cab. "And a job that's about to go away if I don't figure out how to make this merger work."

"Merger?" the driver asked.

Amanda sighed. "We've been crushed." She laughed. "And I'm the one who needs to figure out how to make us survive. Hundreds of jobs depend on it..."

"Sounds rough," the driver said. "What about your family?"

The woman rolled her eyes and looked out into the dark and the flashing lights. "My daughter thinks this is easy," she said softly. "I keep trying to tell her, though, that the easiest moments in life come when you're young."

"You really believe that?" the driver asked.

Amanda nodded. The cab was near her building, now, her home. She said, "She has no idea what having real responsibilities is like."

"Is that a fact?" the cabby, a man with yellow teeth and bald head, grinned.

The woman rolled her eyes. He was trying to hit on her. Why she had been so open with him she didn't know. But she pulled out three $50 bills and pushed them into his hand. "Thanks for the ride," she mumbled.

"Amanda," the man said in a strong voice. She was almost out of his car.

"Yes?" she said, freezing in place.

"Would you really like to be carefree and young again?"

The over-worked mother of two sighed and nearly dropped to her knees. "Yes," she said, honestly.

The man, the cab-driver, just grinned. "Have a good night," he said.

Amanda walked in a stumble to her building. The door was held open by the doorman. She found her way to the elevator. She slid into her bed, fully clothed in her $2,000 pantsuit. She found sleep.

When she awoke, she was naked. Naked and small. Naked and undeveloped.

What? she wondered.

The expensive and stylish suit swam around her body. She pulled it away in horror. The girl, the woman, pushed the cloth away and jumped up from the bed.

The woman ran to the bathroom. She discovered, there, that she was not a woman, after all. Not anymore.

She dropped to her knees in shock. Just then, she heard the buzzer sound in the front room.

**

[Wayne P]

(Just a forward before my entry. I waited all day for a reply, this is what you get when a man adds to a story)

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Amanda could not believe her eyes. She put her hands on the sink and started to pull herself off the bathroom floor. She caught a look at the hands on the edge of the sink. 'These are not my hands! They are much too small and young looking.  They are a child's hands. They cannot be my hands, I mean where are my rings? I never take them off! They must belong to the girl I saw in the bathroom mirror.  She did not look a day over 13, and I am 34.

She went back to pulling herself up to her feet. The strange pair of hands did too. She saw the hair first, it wasn't the luxurious mane of raven hair that she kept struggled to keep any hint of grey out of, instead it was a scraggedly looking dull brown. She kept rising to her feet and a forehead appeared. A small fore head with no worry lines and a touch of... acne?  No this was definitely not her!  

Amanda closed her eyes and pulled herself all the way up. She counted to 10 and then opened her eyes.  A young girl was looking at her through the mirror. A young, thin,  naked girl with mere bumps for breasts and acne showing on her forehead and the tip of her cute little nose was looking at her through the mirror.  Amanda screamed and fainted.

She wrote to someone knocking on the door to the hallway and asking tersely, "Mom... Mom are you OK?" It was a girl's voice, an older girl's voice. Amanda promptly fainted again.

[Punky Girl]

(A Forward before *my* entry! --- Sorry for posting again so soon and for posting such a long entry! I hope I'm not interrupting anyone who may be currently trying to add to this story... I'm just bored and lonely this Saturday night because my sort-of boyfriend and I got into a fight. So it was either add to this story or send slightly intoxicated text-messages to him that I may regret in the morning...! Anyway, here's my continuation of Wayne P's entry.)

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"I don't know who she is, she was just laying there!"

Amanda heard the older girl's voice again as she woke up on the cool linoleum floor of the master bathroom. She groaned as memories of her strange dream filled her head, a dream in which a young girl had been her reflection in the mirror. She opened her eyes and blinked at the brightness.

"Get her something to wear," David, Amanda's sometimes live-in boyfriend, said.

She smiled at the sight of his face: he was a rugged and handsome looking man eight years her senior. He was also a successful lawyer in the city, a real man unlike her loser ex-husband who, to this day, couldn't hold down a job. Not that he really needed it with all the alimony she was forced to pay him after their failed ten year marriage.

"David," Amanda said, reaching out her hand toward his face.

He looked surprised. "How do you know my name?" he asked. "Who are you?"

The woman felt confused, especially when she noticed her hand reaching out toward her lover: it was small and bereft of the rings she usually wore. Almost childlike, she realized.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. Bolting upright on the floor the woman looked down at her nude body. Once again she saw a child's body, an undeveloped body. Memories of her teenage years, those awkward years when she didn't quite "get" her growing body, filled her head. Doubts about her physical appearance, doubts she hadn't had in years and years, came flooding back.

Ohmygod, Ohmygod! she thought. 

Just then the older girl came back into the bathroom carrying a blouse and pair of slacks. "I don't have any underwear that will fit her, but these old things should...," she said.

"Jessie?!" Amanda said, stunned by the sight of her teenage daughter.

The girl froze in the doorway. She looked as confused as David did but scared, too. She said, "How do... how do you know my name?"

"Because I'm your mother!" she said angrily. Standing to her feet she continued, "Give me those clothes for God's sake!"

The stunned teenage girl handed her the clothes and Amanda immediately began to pull them on, saying, "Jesus Christ, I don't know what's going on, Jesus Christ...!"

"Wait, wait, wait," David said as she dressed. "Hold on. Let's back up a bit. Who are you and how did you get inside this apartment?"

Amanda snapped the last two buttons of the slightly oversized blouse, a pink designer top she could remember buying for her daughter years earlier, and blinked away tears. Both David and her daughter were looking at her like she was a stranger, an intruder in her own home. She said, "I'm Amanda! Amanda Childing! I've been your lover for almost three years!"

"And you," she said, turning to her daughter, "I'm your mom. I went through eight hours of labor to give birth to you sixteen years ago!"

Both her daughter and her lover looked at each other as though to say, This girl is nuts.

"Wait, I can prove it," the woman who was now a girl said. "Come with me."

Minutes later they were all seated at the French-crafted kitchen table she'd purchased while on holiday four years earlier. Amanda had found an old family album stashed away in her bedroom closet and had it opened for all to see.

"There," she said, nearly breathless. She was pointing to a picture of her and her ex-husband back when they were still in middle school many years before. The picture had been snapped just after the two had first met. "See? That's me!"

Both David and Jessie stared at the image, then at her, then back to the image. 

"Similar," David said, slowly. "But the hair is different..."

"...and you can't be Mom!" Jessie protested. "You're... you're..."

"Too young," David offered.

"Yes!" Amanda's daughter confirmed.

"No, no, no! Look," she said. She sighed. How to convince them? "Jessie, get me a brush."

The spoiled 16-year-old rolled her eyes. "I'm not letting use one of our brushes! You might have lice!"

"NOW, Jessie!" Amanda snapped, using her authoritarian Mom voice. Despite the fact that its octave level was a little less than normal-- more girly and less mature-- her daughter snapped at the sound and jumped up to comply.

While she waited with her skeptical looking lover Amanda played with her mane of thick, tangled brown hair. "You'll see," she said, again fighting back tears. "Once I brush it out you'll see that it's me..."

She cursed and cried moments later as she brushed out her thick head of hair. She could remember doing this every morning back when she was a teenager before she'd started using the proper products to condition her hair so that it wouldn't tangle up so easily. Eventually her efforts paid off, just like they had in the past, and her head of hair became smooth and flowing.

"See?" she said, pointing back to the photo-album.

"Huh," David said.

"That's... wow," Jessie added.

"I'm telling you, I'm Amanda," the woman who was now a girl pleaded. "I don't know what's happened but last night I went to sleep as myself and I woke up... like this." She looked down at her body.

"Alright," David said, leaning back in his chair. "Tell you what. If you're really Amanda, you'll know the answer to this question." He darted his eyes over to Jessie.

"What?" Amanda asked. "Just say it!"

"Well... okay," he said. Leaning forward again the successful lawyer said, "The first night we met, you did something special for me. You said it was the first time you ever did it..."

"Oh, Jesus, David!" Amanda said, looking at her daughter.

"Only the real Amanda would know," he told her. Turning to Jessie he said, "Maybe you should go to your room for a moment..."

"No way!" the teenager said with a smug smile on her pretty face. "I want to hear this!"

"Jessie, go to your room!" Amanda said, using her Mom voice again.

"Uh-uh," the stubborn girl said. 

Amanda fumed but she knew she had no choice. "I... it was after the office party, three years ago. And I..."

"Yes?" David urged her.

"I gave you a blowjob in the janitor's closet, okay?" she said.

Her daughter started to laugh. "Holy shit, really? You Daddy a BJ?!"

"And you told me to do something to you afterwards," David pressed, ignoring Jessie's laughter. "What was it?"

Amanda's now-youthful face blushed red. "I... asked you to spank me."

Her daughter's laughter intensified. "Holy shit, that's epic, Mom!" the girl said. "I had no idea you were such a little perv!"

"Watch your tongue young lady!" the 13-year-old woman snapped. "This is serious!"

"Indeed," David said, leaning back once again.

"So you believe me now?" Amanda said, begging him with her large and childish eyes.

"I suppose I have to," the man sighed. Looking to her daughter, David said, "You're supposed to meet your brother at the station in about an hour, right? Why don't you leave now and stop at Macy's on the way..."

"Why?" the girl complained.

"To buy me some proper clothes!" Amanda snapped at the girl. "Something sensible... and underwear, too!"

"Sheesh," Jessie said, rolling her large blue eyes but standing up from her chair just the same. "Fine. I'll see what I can get... but you're pretty scrawny, Mom. I might be better off going to Kids R Us..."

"GO!" Amanda yelled at her eldest child.

Jessie's annoyed mumblings filled the room until the front door to the apartment shut. Amanda stared across the table at her lover, the handsome man who had been such an integral part of her life over the last few years. Unconsciously she reached out and touched his hands on the tabletop.

"Thank you," she told him.

"For what?" the man asked.

"For believing me, for one thing," she said, wiping away a tear. "And... I don't know. Just for being here."

He smiled. "If you really want to thank me, I can think of a few ways..."

Amanda's eyes widened. She knew this look in her lover's eyes. She said, "Wait, no! I'm..." She looked down at her body. "I can't."

He slid out of his chair and dropped down next to hers, never letting go of her hand. "You're as beautiful now as you were the night we met," he said. He started stroking her face with his free hand. "Aren't you curious? To experiment with this new body, I mean?"

His touch, as it always had before, made Amanda shudder. "Look, David... I don't know what's happened to me but... oh, God..."

He was rubbing her between her legs and the feeling was incalculably divine.

"You used to tell me that you loved being spanked like a little girl," he breathed into her ear. His hand was still between her legs, pushing the polyester slacks against her pantiless pussy. He said, "How would you like to be fucked like a little girl now that you are one again?"

"Oh, fuck," Amanda breathed. 

And then he pulled her off of the chair and laid her across the linoleum floor. She squirmed as he undressed her and she covered her nothing-breasts in embarrassment but he just smiled. 

[Tim Merrigan]

Jessie continued muttering all the way to the subway.

"She wants me to buy her clothes, I'll buy her clothes all right, and I
know just the place.

"That children's sex store Daddy took me to before Mom chased him off."

With that she took the train to the middle of Harlem and walked a couple
blocks to an alley where she to an unmarked door about halfway down. She
knocked on the door with the same pattern her father had used four years
earlier, when she had been 11. When the slot in the door slid open she
said, "Alice was cheated," and the door opened.

A middle-aged man said, "That's an old password," and looked her up and
down, "and you're a bit old."

"I haven't been here for a while. My dad used to bring me here a few
years ago, Jessie Childing, my dad is George."

"Yeah, I recognize you, you used to be a hot little skank."

Jessie both cringed at the language, and grinned at the compliment.

"Well, I need to buy some clothes for my mo… kid sister."

"I don't remember you having a sister, as I recall you have a kid brother."

She thought for a second, "Daddy's remarried, she's my step sister, and
Daddy wants to get into her pants, the way he used to be in mine.

"Anyway, she's about 10 or 12. I'm not sure of her size, but if you have
any records of my sizes then, she's just a little smaller, maybe half a
size or so.

"I'll need a complete wardrobe, from the skin out, thongs, crotchless,
minis, halters, stockings, heels, nighties, the works. You know Daddy's
taste, everything he likes."

To herself, she chortled, "David likes sweet innocent little girls, this
should go a little ways toward keeping Mom from stealing him from me."

"OK, I think we can handle that. Do you want to work it off or can you pay."

"I'll do both, if any of your clients will have me. I realize I'm a bit
too old for most of them, having tits and pubes, and all. The rest you
can put on this, if it goes to a legit store." With that she produced
her mother's American Express platinum card.

"No problem, I'll start getting your order together. You know where the
play rooms are."

--

I pledge allegiance to the Constitution of the United States of America,
and to the republic which it established, one nation, from many peoples,
promising liberty and justice for all.
Feel free to use the above variant pledge in your own postings.

Tim Merrigan

[Punky Girl]

(forward: I sort of feel like this story isn't generating much interest! Please feel free to comment on this story even if you're not adding to it! Thanks! /shamelessbegging)

**

Jessie walked down the dark, rank-smelling hallway and found both rooms one and two had there doors shut. The third room, which happened to be the first one she used back when her father first took her to this illegal and secret little store, was open. She went inside.

Hanging just inside the small room were the keys that allowed the girl to unlock the door that led into the back. She went in there, the actual "playroom" as it was called, and found a well-worn mattress lying on the floor. Other than that there wasn't much to the room: peeling wallpaper, a hanging incandescent light bulb, a waste basket. That was it.

Of course there was also the two-way mirror in which she now saw her reflection. She smiled at the sight of herself in it, knowing that any man who entered the first room would get a good look at her before they decided whether or not they wanted to actually "play".

It didn't take long before she heard the first man entire that outer room. She posed in front of the mirror for him, jutting out her curvy hips and making kissy-faces just like she had back when she'd been 11 and 12. Her father had stopped bringing her here after that.

To her disappointment the 16-year-old heard the front door open and close again. Her would-be client hadn't been interested.

She sighed and flopped down on the mattress. Was she really so old looking now? This store, she knew, catered to pedophiles and she was anything but a child anymore. In the past three years her breasts had ballooned into c-cup wonders, for one thing, and her curving hips and long, lithe legs took after her mother's.

Mother, the teenager thought with a giggle as she remembered the sight of the scrawny little teenager on the bathroom floor. Mom's a kid again. So funny!

Her cell-phone buzzed in her purse but Jessie ignored it because she heard another man enter the outer room. Standing up from the mattress, Jessie began to pose again in front of the mirror. She jutted out her ample chest and arched her back at the same time, showing off her well sculpted round ass. After tossing back her full head of hair the teenager grinned when she heard three loud knocks on the door.

She raced to it, unlocked it, and opened it.

The man was short, barely her impressive height of 5'10". He was Asian, was missing one eye, and wore clothes that were less expensive than Jessie's pair of socks. He was, however, smiling and holding up a familiar looking piece of yellow paper.

She smiled at him and took the receipt. On it were a list of options, things this customer might want to do to her. Jessie remembered seeing many of these receipts back when she'd been a little girl. She scanned the options, ranging from "Private Dance" to "Handjob" to "Anal Sex". The initials of the store's owner were scrawled next to the last one, though, the most expensive one: "All Access".

"Okay," she said, her heart beating. She'd had many "all access" customers back when she'd first been to this store and could remember what it entailed. "What's first?"

"Undress yourself," the man said in broken English. He was pressing forward, invading her space, and Jessie backed away. One of his hands came up and gripped her left breast through her shirt and designer bra. "Then undress me!"

**

Amanda, small and skinny and awkward, reeled from David's touch.

"No, no," the woman who was now a child groaned. She was naked, now, from his efforts and she hid her tiny breasts from him with her arms. But David didn't seem interested in her little mounds of flesh. He was more intent on what was between her legs.

"Stop, stop!" she said, trying to sound like the 34-year-old corporate executive she was. It was no use, though. The voice that came out of her throat was only that of a child, a 13-year-old child.

"Relax," her lover of three years said. He kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be gentle with you."

"I'm not... oh, God...," Amanda muttered. 

The woman in the girl's body could feel David's finger slide and push and slide up and down her immature vagina. Unable to contain herself, Amanda spread her scrawny legs and moaned. 

"David," the woman-child breathed.

"Relax," the 42-year-old man said.

Amanda cringed. "Ow!" she yelped.

"That was your hymen," the man told her.

She started to say something but then she felt his scruffy lips on hers and the girl delighted in his kiss. She took his tongue into her mouth as his finger continued to press into her pussy. She squirmed and groaned against the large man then, finally, felt herself grow moist and wet, lubricating his finger-rape of her vagina.

"Don't... stop," she moaned when he broke off the kiss. She gasped and writhed in orgasmic agony on her kitchen floor and stared up into nothing.

In the back of the girl-again's head she worried that her daughter and son might show up at any moment. What would they think if they saw her like this? Especially Jessie, her first-born and innocent, if stubborn, daughter. What would she think?

"Let's... oh, let's... bedroom... okay?" the girl-woman said.

"Not yet," David told her. He was continuing to finger her but with his free hand he was unbuckling his slacks. "We have more time..."

"Oh, Jesus...," Amanda groaned when he replaced his finger with his cock.

**

(sorry I got a little carried away with this one... again!! please add, Tim or Chris or anyone else!)

-shannon-

[Tim Merrigan]

13-year-old George Childing, Jr. was waiting for his sister, Jessie, at
Grand Central Station, having returned to New York after visiting his
father in Connecticut for a month, as per his parents' joint custody
agreement. He would normally have taken the subway to his mother's
apartment, but he had his luggage.

After waiting an hour, a very pissed off Junior, hailed a cab, and,
after proving to the cabby that he indeed had the fare, loaded his
luggage, and went home.

He called Jessie from the cab, but it went to voicemail. Saying, "Where
the Hell are you, you skank?" he flipped the phone shut.

When he got home, the doorman helped him with his luggage, and he tipped
him, half again as much as would have normally. Reaching the penthouse,
when the elevator doors opened he saw that his mother's apartment door
was standing wide open, and that there were a man's and a girl's legs
sticking out from behind the kitchen bar. Not all that unusual a sight,
David was always bringing girls home when his mother and sister were
out, neither of which was all that uncommon either, though the front
door being open while he fucked an underage girl was unusual.

"Yo, David, you left the door open. We aren't the only apartment on
this floor, someone could see you."

With that he brought his luggage into the apartment and closed the door,
and took it to his room and unpacked. When he finished, he got
undressed and went to the kitchen to see if he could get some sloppy
seconds from the girl.

[bondi beach]

On Wed, Jul 1, 2009 at 3:37 AM, Punky Girl <punky...@gmail.com> wrote:

(forward: I sort of feel like this story isn't generating much interest! Please feel free to comment on this story even if you're not adding to it! Thanks! /shamelessbegging)

i found old amanda too awful to want to spend any time on her. that's not a complaint or a criticism; it's why i'm passing on it this time.

on the other hand, now that tim has introduced son with the hots for stepdad's leftovers, one of which appears to be mom in teenage form, this could get very interesting.

bb

[Punky Girl]

George Childing, Jr., stared with awe at the sight of his mother's boyfriend fucking the young girl beneath him.

This wasn't the first time the boy had found David cheating on his mother, nor was it the first time he'd seen the man with a girl so young. What stopped George in his tracks, though, was the sheer beauty of the this particular girl. 

There was just something about her that made the hormone-addled teenage boy go instantly erect. So hot! he thought as he stared at her. So fucking hot!

She was naked and squirming beneath the large man, moaning and crying and oblivious to the world around her. And boy was she a sight to see: thick brown hair, small nubile body, delicious little caps of barely developed tit-meat on her chest. Normally the girls David brought home were sorry-ass cases involved in lawsuits that the man was litigating for their parents pro-bono. Usually such girls looked like they'd been through the ringer before. Not so with this child. This girl, who could easily have fit in at the elite prep-school George attended, looked fresh and healthy. She was not a used up skank but an honest-to-god well taken care of piece of pussy.

Gorgeous! the boy thought. It wasn't as though the others he'd caught David with had been ugly, but this one definitely stood out for some reason. She could be the star of her own show on the Disney Channel or Nikelodean; she could have been the most sought-after girl in his grade she was so damned pretty.

And he was going to get his share. That was the agreement he had with David, after all, ever since he'd first caught the man cheating on his mom barely a year earlier: he wouldn't squeal so long as he got to have his own fun.

George settled onto a tall barstool at the kitchen counter and watched the action. David, seemingly as unaware of his presence as the girl he was fucking, was really giving it to the waifish girl. The girl, in turn, was crying with pleasure and digging her slender fingers into the man's back. 

What a slut! the boy thought with a grin. He'd never seen a girl so young get off so thoroughly before. And he'd seen movies of his own sister, movies his dad had showed him just this past visit, movies that revealed what a total slut his older sister really was.

"You can't tell her that I showed you these," his dad had ordered him. "I promised her back then they were for me and me only. You have to promise."

George cringed at the memory. He'd given his word and he would keep it because Childings always kept their promises. Still, memories of those movies filled his head and he couldn't help but grin at the thought of telling his sweet sister that he knew what a depraved little slut she actually was...

The boy's musings were interrupted just then by a cry from the girl. 

"Oh, oh, shit! David... ugh, stop, s-stop! G-g-george!" the strange girl lying on the kitchen floor cried, her eyes having finally found his small form perched upon the barstool.

How does she know my name? he wondered. She did look sort of familiar but George was quite certain she didn't go to his school. Did he know her from somewhere else?

"That... that you, Georgey-boy?" David said. He was gripping the girl beneath him by her undeveloped waist and, since his back was to him, still hadn't seen the boy sitting on the stool.

"Yep," he said as he watched the man fuck the girl. "Just got home. You better hurry up, though, 'cause Jessie will probably be home soon and Mom said she was going to meet me here for lunch..."

David just laughed as the girl he was fucking stared at George in horror. The boy winked at her, though, because he could tell she was really getting off. David was good at fucking and the girls he brought over always walked away bow-legged and satisfied. Hope my cock gets that big one day, he thought.

"Stop, stop!" the girl begged. Soon, though, she was just blubbering and mewing with pleasure. George grinned at the sight.

"Hurry up, Dave!" George said, rubbing at the erection between his legs and glancing out at the front door. "We don't much time and I want my turn!"

The girl cried out in horror again, a sound that was a mixture of anguish and pleasure. David grunted, too, then looked over his shoulder and grinned. "You do?" he asked.

"Definitely!" George Junior said.

"Alright," David grunted. "This little slut needs to be spanked... I guess I'll let you do the honors once I fill her pussy..."

George's eyes lit up at that. Spanked. He licked his lips and waited.

**

Back in Harlem, Jessie Childing was already on her third client. 

Literally. The 16-year-old girl was straddling a man who appeared to be in his thirties. He had traditional good looks with dark, expensively cut hair, a strong jaw, and piercing brown eyes. His cock, a decent size that filled the teenager's pussy nicely, was deep inside her body as she ground her well toned form upon it.

"Good girl," the man grinned from beneath her. 

His hands were gently squeezing her tits as she rode him, causing her to moan with pleasure. She had forgotten how horribly arousing it was to sell her body but, in a daze, the girl decided that she wouldn't wait so long before returning again to this store again. And maybe bring my new "little sister" with me next time, too, she thought with an evil grin.

"Come on, boy, I'm tired of hearing this slut's moaning," the man beneath her said. "I paid for both of us, so get over here!"

He was talking to his son, a boy who was even younger than her brother. Jessie looked over at the child standing next to the dirty mattress and smiled at him. She hadn't done anything sexual with someone so young since she'd been that age.

The boy, cute in a childish way and probably no older than 12, seemed awfully shy and nervous. He was trying to hide the little erection in his briefs as he stood staring at Jessie riding his dad's cock. Jessie had stripped him down to his underwear before even undressing his dad. The man, for whatever reason, had gotten a kick out of watching Jessie disrobe his son but she hadn't laid a finger on him since.

"I c-can't," the boy whispered.

Jessie groaned as she pounded her fit body back upon the child's father's cock. She cooed at him and reached out her hand, whispering, "Yes... y-yes, you can... oh, Jesus!"

"Listen to the slut," the man said. "Get on over! I promised you a blowjob for your birthday and you're gonna get it, now!"

"I'll wait," the boy, pale with apprehension, whispered. 

"You'll do no such th--," the man started to yell, sounding very angry now.

"Shh!" Jessie said, placing her left index finger on the man's lips. After giving him a smile and a wink she tossed her long hair over her shoulder and slowed the grinding of her hips on the man beneath her. Looking at the little boy she said, "It's... your birthday?"

"Yes," he admitted, not making eye contact.

"How old are... uhg... you?" 

"T-twelve," the boy admitted. He was trying not to stare at Jessie's tits, but he didn't want to look at her face, either. It was like he desperately wanted to see her, to watch his dad fuck her, but was ashamed of that for some reason. 

Jessie could remember those kinds of feelings. Back when her parents were still married and her dad used to bring her here, Jessie had loved the sex and the way she made her father so proud in front of his camera. At the same time, though, he would command her to never tell anyone, especially her mom, about this place and what she did here. But if there was nothing wrong with the sex, like her father assured her, why couldn't she tell anyone about it? 

Those confused thoughts had led the then 11-year-old to feelings of shame and embarrassment. She imagined the boy next to her felt similar, now.

"Twelve? That's a fun age," she sighed at him. "My name's Jessie, by the way. What's yours?"

"K-Kevin," he said.

She smiled. "You're really cute, Kevin," she said. "Do you like my breasts?"

The boy's eyes widened after she turned her torso towards him to give him a better look. His father, at the same time, let go of her firm c-cups and gripped her waist instead. 

"Yes," the shy boy replied, his eyes going back to the floor.

"Come here," she said, reaching out her hand to him again. "It's okay... come over here."

The boy named Kevin slowly took her hand and allowed himself to be gently pulled closer to the mattress. Once he was within reach she took his hand and placed it on her right breast, just on top of her hard little nipple.

"Oh, God, that feels good, Kevin," she mewed. She meant it, too. The sensation of his soft and clammy hand on her hot and sweaty breast was divine. She stared the boy in the eye and moved his hand for him until she was sure he wasn't going to let go. Once she was certain she started grinding herself down on his father's cock again and released his wrist. The boy, with the rest of his body frozen and unmoving, gently massaged her tit.

"Oh, fuck," Jessie hissed. It was all too much and the girl was too caught up in all the depravity of the moment to hold back any longer. She cried out in please and arched her back, the rest of her body going tense as the orgasm overtook her. It was the best one she'd had so far today and she shuddered until the feelings subsided.

Once they had she looked at the boy and smiled. "You... you just got me off really g-good, Kevin," she assured the boy. "Can... can I do the same for... ugh... for you?"

"I g-guess," the boy gulped.

The man beneath her started to intensify the thrusting of his hips, driving his cock in and out of Jessie's tight body at an even quicker pace. The teenage girl did her best to ignore the sensation as she reached over and gently slid down the briefs the boy next to her was wearing. She smiled when his little penis popped out: it was stiff and hard but looked as shy as the boy it was attached to. 

"Get a little closer...," she whispered as her pussy was ravaged from below. "There, that's good..."

It was a slightly awkward angle but this wasn't the first time Jessie had serviced two people at the same time. Stretching out her neck the girl whetted her lips then slid them around the boy's small member. While the man beneath her gripped her hips and pummeled her with incredible force, Jessie began to give his son the first blowjob of his life.

"Oh!" the boy cried, drawing out the word as though pained. Jessie knew better, though, and she continued to run her tongue around his little stiffy. He's not going to last long, she thought with a smile.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum in you, whore," the man beneath her said.

That sent Jessie over the top again. For some reason being called nasty names had always gotten her off. There was a time when that had embarrassed her and made her feel bad about herself, but her father had explained it.

"In this world there are nice girls and there are naughty girls," he'd told her. "You're a nice girl, sweetie, I promise. I see that in all that you do. But in bed you know how to be naughty when need be, and that's a good thing... that's how nice girls should be: naughty when necessary, nice the rest of the time."

I'm a nice girl, she reminded herself just as the 12-year-old boy she was sucking off came in her mouth. Only seconds later she felt the hot semen of his father dribble up into her pussy and then the teenager practically blacked out as an orgasm wracked her delightful body again.

**

"What do you say?" the man, now dressed and standing at the door, said.

"Oh," the boy named Kevin, who was also dressed, said. "Uhm, thank you... Jessie."

Filled with sperm and slick with sweat, the teenager couldn't help but smile at them. "You're welcome," she said.

After they were out of the room Jessie allowed herself to relax a moment before it suddenly dawned on her that she was supposed to be picking up her brother.

Shit! the girl thought, jumping up from the mattress and dressing hastily in her designer clothes. She stomped out of the "playroom" after that, passed a disappointed looking man who had just entered the viewing room, and stormed back into the outer hallway.

"There you are," the owner of the illegal shop said. "Finally got your fill?"

"Is everything ready to go?" she said franticly as she dug her cell phone out from her purse.

"Sure is," he replied. "Miguel will carry it all out to your car for you." He handed her back her mother's American Express card and the girl took it while she listened to the voicemail her brother had left her.

"Where the Hell are you, you skank?"

Jessie rolled her eyes and deleted the message before dialing his phone's number. He didn't answer, though, and the man named Miguel was waiting next to her with a cart full of boxes.

"This way," she sighed, pointing him toward the door.

"Hey, Jessie?" the store owner said.

The girl paused and looked at him. "Yeah?"

"Come back anytime, ya'here?"

Jessie grinned. "With my kid sister next time," she said with a wink.

Once she was at her car, and Miguel had filled the trunk with all her purchases, her cell phone finally rang. It was her brother.

"Where are you?" he said, sounding excited.

"I got caught up," she told him. "I'll be right there!"

"No, no, I'm not at the station," he said. "I'm at home. You gotta get here quick, sis! You'll never believe what just happened..."

**

[Tim Merrigan]

"Yeah, right!" Jessie snorted, "A 16 year old native New Yorker with a
car." Wiping the laughter tears form her eyes, she continued, "Can you
have them delivered to this address," giving Miguel her address, "I'll
tell the doorman to expect you," in a slightly giggly amused voice.

Going back to George, on the phone, "I'll be home soon. I gather from
your tone, you've met Amanda, mark two.

"I hope you've been keeping in shape, she may need some persuasion to
know her new place in the pecking order."

"Oh, she's already had her first lesson…. Haven't you, Mom."

From the close background, "Get off of me, you can't do this, I'm your
mother…"

"See."

"OK, I'll be home soon. Wait till you see the wardrobe I just bought
her, you and Daddy will love it. I don't think Mom will like it much,
though."

[Howly]

Amanda lay on the floor in a state of shock. She had hoped that this
was some sort of weird nightmare when she had first woken up, but the
day’s harsh realities had proven otherwise. She tried not to blush at
how easily she had succumbed to David’s sexual advances, but then
being used by her own *son*, was worse then she could have ever
imagined.

Ordering, pleading, then finally begging, did no good, as her own son,
had his way with her. And David was standing right there to point out
the orgasm she had experienced when George came in her. She hadn’t
wanted it, but the final depravity of being filled by George’s seed
had sent her mind and immature body over the limit. After they were
down using her body, George and David walked into the other room,
making lewd comments about her body and what they were looking forward
to. Despite the pain, Amanda tried to just clear her mind, and
logically work out just what the hell was going on.


A harsh kick to her side, sent a jolt of pain through her body, and
shocked her out of her comatose like state…

--

[Tim Merrigan]

Amanda looked up from her position on the kitchen floor, to see who had
kicked her, straight up Jessie's skirt, to see what looked like dried
cum that had leaked from her naked cunt.

Jessie rolled her over and pushed her around with her feet till she had
her face over the wet spot on the floor where David and George's cum had
leaked out of her. Pushing her face into the puddle, she said, "Don't
just lay there you lazy slug, clean up your mess!" holding her face in
the puddle of cum and blood with her foot on the back of her head.

"Jessie, you can't do this, let me up, right this minute!"

"You still don't get it, do you, you're the baby now, you don't give the
orders, you obey them, or else.

"Now get to eating that mess. NOW!" And she kicked her in the side, again.

In a more conversational tone, Jessie added, "Oh, your new clothes are
here, I've put them in what used to be my, and is now your, room. When
you've finished there, clean up in the family bathroom, and go try them
on. And leave the doors open." With that Jessie left the kitchen.

[zeeb]

Amanda lapped at the digusting puddle of fluid on the floor while
Jessie watched, resisting the urge to throw up. When she had finished
she made her way to the bathroom as Jessie went into the living room
to talk to George and David. When Amanda got into the bathroom she
closed the door, locking it behind her. She looked into the mirror and
began to sob, not knowing how or why this had happened to her.
All of a sudden the door was thrown open and Jessie was standing
there, "I thought I told you to leave the door open bitch!", she
yelled and grabbed Amanda by her hair. Amanda yelped as she was
dragged down the hall into what was now her new bedroom. Jessie threw
her on the bed and yelled "I guess you need to be taught a lesson
don't you?"
Amanda pleaded for her to leave her alone and let her clean the
bathroom and that she was sorry, starting to come around to the idea
that she was powerless, at least for now. Jessie would have none of it
though.
"Shut up bitch, I said it's punishment time", Jessie yelled as she
slapped Amanda across the face, sending her back onto the bed. Jessie
reached into her night table and produced a pair of handcuffs,
snapping them to the bed posts and Amanda's wrists. Amanda lay there
naked and vulnerable, tears flowing down her face.
"Let's see what kind of fun we can have "mom", too bad David already
got your cherry, guess I'll settle for something else." Jessie went
back to the nighttable and pulled a large pink dildo from it, spat on
it and ran her hand up and down it to give it a light coating of
saliva. "Better relax, this is gonna hurt", Jessie said as she walked
over menacingly and hiked Amanda's legs up over her head. Amanda
screamed as she felt the thick head of the dildo on her virgin ass,
she'd never been penetrated there as an adult, much less a child.
Jessie relentlessly pushed it in until it reached the 8 inch plug at
the bottom. Amanda lay there sobbing with 3 inches of rubber hanging
out of her ass, like a tail.
David and George popped there heads in the room to see what the
commotion was all about.
"Looks like things are getting interesting in here", said David.

[Punky Girl]

After fucking her 13-year-old mother with the thick dildo for nearly ten minutes, Jessie noticed that the woman-with-a-girl's-body was no longer screaming.

"Mom?" she said, accentuating her word with a harsh slap of the child's round, flawless ass. "Mom? Wake up!"

"Forget it," David, Jessie's true love, said. "She's out."

"Aww!" George, her brother, whined. "I wanted a blowjob!"

"Not right now," David said using his prosecutorial voice. "Your mom's had it for now. Just look at her."

Jessie did. Her cute little mom, bound in handcuffs and totally naked, was limp from head to toe. Her face was slack, her long hair a mess, and if it wasn't for the slight heaving of her small breasts she might be mistaken for dead.

"Jesus, I need to get off, though," George said. He was eying Jessie while he said that while rubbing himself through his slacks.

"Go jerk off, then!" she snapped at him. She yanked the dildo out of her mother's abused little sphincter and stood up from the bed. He averted her gaze just as he always did. Jessie had always found it easy to intimidate her little brother.

"Let's let her sleep," David said, taking charge. "Uncuff her, Jessie."

The teenager felt her heart flutter at his words. She smiled with love in her heart and said, "Yeah, okay..."

While Jessie complied with David's command she heard her brother stomp out of the bedroom. No doubt he really was going to his bedroom to masturbate, the girl thought. It was practically all he did, the little pervert.

David helped her arrange her mother's lifeless body on the bed after she was uncuffed and then the two of them gently covered her softly breathing form with a thick pink blanket. The girl who was Jessie's mom looked peaceful, now, and innocent again as she snored.

"What do you think happened?" Jessie asked David, gently sliding her arm around his back as they stared and Amanda. "I mean... how did she become so young again?"

"I don't know," he said, sliding his arm around her slender body, too. "But it doesn't matter. She's at our mercy now. She's just a kid."

"Yeah," Jessie whispered. She snuggled herself up into his body and sighed happily. "No more sneaking around..."

"No more sneaking around," he agreed with a smile. He kissed her on the lips and she kissed him back. It was a tender kiss full of love and passion. When he finally broke it off he said, "Let's go to our bedroom."

Jessie's heart leaped again. Our bedroom! she thought. "Yeah," she smiled.

The two left Amanda's room, then, holding each other as they walked out of the room that had so recently been Jessie's.

**

Amanda woke up.

"Ow," she groaned, instinctively stretching her hand down to her butt. She winced when she touched it. The pain brought the memories back.

"NO NAUGHTY WORDS!" her son had screamed at her while he'd spanked her poor, defenseless butt. "NO TALKING BACK!"

He was reciting the same crimes she'd used to spank him for when he'd been little: cursing, talking back, not doing his chores. But earlier today he'd been the one doing the spanking. If David hadn't been there to tell him to finally stop screaming and beating her newly-young ass it would probably have be swollen up like a balloon. As it was, it was already sore and painful to touch.

She thought about David. Her boyfriend, her lover, her love. She'd thought he'd been protecting her when he'd told George Junior to stop. But then he'd told the boy to fuck her instead.

That had been...

She started to cry. Her own son had fucked her and she'd had an orgasm during it and David had laughed about it. What's wrong with me? Amanda thought.

That's when memories of Jessie, her rebellious teenage daughter, came flooding back as well and made Amanda cry even harder. The things her daughter had made her do, the dildo in her ass... what kind of daughter would do that? Sure, the two hadn't ever gotten along much since Jessie reached puberty, but most mother-daughter relationships went through rocky periods during that time. This Jessie had been... vengeful. Remorseless. Evil.

Amanda sat up suddenly in the bed. This was Jessie's bedroom. Your bedroom, now, she could hear her daughter tell her in her head. Amanda looked around.

Think, the woman with a child's body thought. Think! You have to get on top of this, you have to take control. First things first: why am I only 13 again?

Just then her youngest child, George, walked into the room with a grin on his face.

"Glad you're awake, Mom," he grinned.

Startled, Amanda pulled the bed covers up over her smallish chest and stuttered, "G-George... Get out of here! And close the door!"

The 13-year-old boy chuckled as he walked toward the bed. "No, Mom, no. It's not like that anymore. You don't give me orders. And if you try, you'll get another spanking."

Amanda cringed at the thought. How can he be so mean to me? I'm his mother! "George, please...," she said, begging now.

"Get on all fours," he told her. 

"WHAT?!?" the frantic and frail girl cried. "WHY?!"

"You have a long way to go before you make up for the way you've treated me over the years," the boy just grinned. "Another spanking, and an ass fucking, will go a long way in paying that debt."

"No," she whispered. "I... I was never a bad mom... you can't hate me! I always did what was right!"

She felt her strong young son grip her narrow wrist. He yanked it toward him, causing her to move in his direction and the covers that had been hiding her nudity to fall away. She gasped in horror at how weak she was compared to him even though, physically, they were the same age.

He just grinned. "Mom, you've always been a bitch," he hissed in her face, "but now I get to decide what is right, you stupid slut."

With that he easily forced her onto her knees and elbows while she sobbed, too weak in this new form to fight him off.

[Lare Watson-Haley]

I must've missed the scene with Amanda and George.  Can someone re-post that part of the story, please?

SheepDog

--
Which part of "Shall Not Be Infringed" is difficult to understand?  Rights aren't given to us by a piece of paper--we already have them.  The weight lies upon each citizen to remember to use them.

[Punky Girl]

That scene was skipped but it was implied by another post...!

-shannon-

[Punky Girl]

...I could write that scene if a couple people asked kindly, though...!

-shannon-

[Lare Watson-Haley]

Please do fill in the blanks!  I'd love to read it in detail, especially about the spanking.   The storyline sort of jumped from the phone call as Jesse was leaving the perv store to the recent scenes back at the house.  Great literature such as this should not leave such gaping holes in the action. 

SheepDog

On Tue, Jul 7, 2009 at 1:55 PM, Punky Girl <punky...@gmail.com> wrote:

...I could write that scene if a couple people asked kindly, though...!

-shannon-

[Punky Girl]

I might (might) be motivated to add in those blanks if (if!) I post this story someday to my SOL account... but until then, either add a scene to what has been already written, or stop complaining! :P

-shannon-

[Tim Merrigan]

George Childing, Sr. answered the phone. It was his daughter, Jessie,
"Daddy, Mom never got home from work last night," she whimpered. "We
haven't heard anything from her all day. It's just me, David, Junior …,
and little Amanda, here all by our selves. Could come home and stay here
for a while, till we find out what happened."

"Have you called her office?" he said in a concerned tone, thinking 'I
hope the frigid bitch was raped to death on her way home, it would serve
her right.'

"Yeah, David called this morning, her assistant said she left at 2 am
and Mom was still there, but she hasn't been in today, which surprised
them since she was in the middle of some merger or other."

As it registered what she had said, George said, "Who is this 'little
Amanda', and what's she doing there?"

"Oh. I forgot, you don't know about her, she's a young girl Mom bought
as a present for David (well really, David bought her, Mom didn't know
about her till recently) now he and Junior play with her. I'm sure
they'll let you play with her too."

"OK, Honey, I have to take care of some things here, but I'll be there
in a couple days. Can you look after yourselves till then?"

"Oh, thank you Daddy," she gushed. "We should be OK till then, if we
need an adult for anything, David's here."

George hung up, and turned back to his neighbor's 30-year-old trophy
wife and her 10-year-old daughter who were naked on his bed. "That was
my daughter; I'll be having to go into the city in a couple days, now
where did we leave off…."

***********

Jessie flipped her cell phone closed and put it on the night stand next
to what had been her mother's bed, reached down, grabbed David's head,
where he was eating her out, and pulled him up, "That's enough of that
for now, now put it in me and fuck me hard."

While that was happening they could hear Amanda begging and pleading
then screaming in pain and finally the rhythmic screaming indicating
orgasm. David said, "It sounds like George is enjoying himself."

[zeeb]

George couldn't believe what a little slut his mom was. He was balls
deep in her ass and she was cumming like a worn out street whore.
George plowed her tight little ass and rained down heavy slaps to her
ass while he did it, leaving glowing red hand marks. He pushed her
down onto the bed and really ground his cock into her asshole, loving
the sound of her whimpering. Even after the dildo fucking Jessie had
given her shitter was like a tight hot glove on his dick. He knew he
wouldn't be able to hold out for long so he ripped his dick out of her
ass and rolled her onto her back. Staddling her face he ordered her
"stick your tongue in my ass Mom!". Amanda stuck her tongue as deep
into his ass as she could while she rubbed away at her pussy,
desperately trying to cum again, hoping it would wash away the shame
she felt. George felts his cum boil up in his balls and aimed his dick
at his Mom's face. Rope after rope of thick sticky cum fell on her
face and in her eyes. When he was finished Amanda's 13 year old
features were covered in a thick coating of his ball slime and she
couldn't even open her eyes. George wiped his dick off in her hair and
gave her another stinging slap on the ass, "Thanks for the sweet fuck
Ma!" he said as he walked out of Amanda's room.
Amanda lie there with George's cum plastered all over her face,
feeling the pain of her abused ass and the empty feeling in her guts
where George's cock used to be. She reached between her legs and
started to rub her clit, in seconds she was orgasming again, trying
her best to keep quiet so no one would hear her.
"What the hell is wrong with me", she thought to herself. "How can I
get off from having my son rape my ass and bust a nut on my face".
Jessie entered the room to survey George's work, laughing at the mess
he'd made of Amanda's face. "Scoop that up into your mouth slut, no
sense wasting it, NOW!". Amanda used her fingers to divert all of
George's now cool cum into her mouth, feeling a tingling in her pussy.
"Good, now it's time to get you dressed and entertain some friends,
come on whore", taunted Jessie as she threw some of the items she'd
purchased at her 13 year old "Mom".

[Tim Merrigan]

Amanda saw the Saks Fifth Avenue bag land on the bed, and said, "Please,
Jessie, can I get cleaned up first? I'm all sweaty and dirty and
covered in cum. I haven't had a bath or shower since I first woke up in
this body, so can I at least have a shower before I put those new
clothes on."

Jessie smiled and called out, "Guys, she wants a shower, do you think
you're up to it."

When Amanda heard that she perked up for a second, then, realizing what
she was implying, sank into a resigned funk.

Jessie grabbed Amanda's wrist, dragged her to the family bathroom, and
pushed her in to the tub, "Lie down, don't worry about the water, we'll
take care of that." And once Amanda was lying in the tub she stood over
her, straddling her. Then George and David came into the room and stood
beside the tub, one George next to her head and David next to her feet,
and got their cocks out.

[zeeb]

George and David let losse at the same time, pissing all over Amanda.
They mostly concentrated on her face, getting it in her hair and
mouth, up her nose and stinging her eyes. She didn't dare cry out for
fear of choking on it. They only lasted about 30 seconds but she was
covered in piss by the time they were done.
"What a sorry sight you are slut", Jessie said. She turned the shower
on ice cold to Amanda's screams and rinsed her barely teenage body
off. "Hurry up and wash your hair and get dressed. Don't ask for
anymore stupid shit from us", Jessie said. "And don't keep us waiting
long, I've got plans for you".
Amanda didn't know what those plans entailed but knew she had to
figure out some way to get control of the situation. No matter what it
took.

[Punky Girl]

After she was totally clean, Amanda stood in front of the bathroom mirror and brushed out her tangled hair in a daze.

Having a barely pubescent body didn't concern her anymore. The sight of her soft, developing breasts and girlish waistline didn't shock the once voluptuous woman anymore. The events her children-- her own children-- had put her through had made her numb to anything at all.

Outside of the bathroom she could hear her daughter and son arguing about something. She tried to listen close but she could not make out their words. An eternity passed and then Amanda heard David, who was supposed to be the love of her life, welcoming people into the apartment. Jessie, the little girl she'd breast fed for two years, was welcoming the newcomers, too. 

I've got plans for you, the snobby 16-year-old had promised the woman-in-a-girl's-body. What kind of plans? Amanda wondered. 

Finished with her thick head of hair, Amanda turned and examined her pert little butt. It was red but not too bruised despite the spankings her son had given it. Curious, the woman spread her girlish cheeks to examine her asshole. It was swollen a bit but there didn't seem to be any real damage. She sighed with relief.

Okay, she thought. Let's think. How did this happen? How did I end up a barely adolescent kid again? What happened last night? All I did was leave work late, get a cab, come home and...

Suddenly it dawned on her. The cab! she thought. The creepy driver! What had he said just after I paid him? 

Amanda stared at the reflection of her pretty young face as the words of the cab driver came flooding back into her head: 'Would you really like to be carefree and young again?'

He hadn't really been a cab driver, Amanda now realized. He'd been some sort of Devil. Some sort of Demon from Hell and he'd tricked her into saying she'd like to be young again, carefree, without any real worries. She'd wanted to be like Jessie, her daughter, whose biggest concerns, she'd thought, included which parties she should attend and which girls she should invite over for sleepovers. The burdens of motherhood, of work, of life in general had been so huge compared to all those frivolous things. So, yes, she had told that Devil she'd prefer being a child again to being in the life she was...

...and now she was paying the price. Her asshole ached, her butt throbbed, her breasts (such as they were) cringed at the memory of their gropings. What's more she now knew her supposed "love" was a deranged pervert who was fucking her own daughter; that her son was a sadistic moron who enjoyed tormenting her; and that her daughter was an evil and depraved little slut who seemed intent on degrading her own mom now that she was unable to stop her.

Carefree times, indeed.

Okay, the disciplined woman thought, I need to get out of here. Somewhere safe, somewhere public. Then I need to find that cab driver. If he did this to me maybe he can undo it. It's my only chance.

Just as she thought that the door to the bathroom flew open. Amanda gulped and jumped back in one motion and saw her evil teenage daughter standing there. 

Jessie wasn't alone.

"Good, you look ready, Amanda," she snickered. "These are the friends you wanted me to bring over for you."

Amanda felt her heart skip and she made a low sound of horror in the back of her throat. The boys around her daughter, all about the girl's age, were moving forward.

**

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," David said. He was using his somber and thoughtful voice.

Jessie grinned as she shut her cell-phone. "I think so," she said, feeling ecstatic. "We need to show her right away what her place is, now. Hinter and his friends will be perfect."

"Maybe they will," the middle-aged man said, hugging the teenager into him on the sofa, "but she's already been through a lot. And I think your mom already knows her place."

"She doesn't," Jessie insisted, hugging the man back while her face darkened. "Not by a long shot."

George, sitting in one of the recliners, laughed. He was busy playing a video game and seemed to barely pay attention to Jessie and David's conversation, but he said, "Pissing on her sure taught her something!"

"Shut up!" Jessie snapped at the boy. Looking back at her one true love she said, "We need to make her realize she's powerless! Hinter can help with that..."

The man sighed as she stroked him through his slacks. "Okay," he said. "But if we're going to really do all this, I'd better draw up some documents."

"What kind of documents?" the teenager asked with a smile as she rubbed his large cock through his slacks. She didn't care at the moment that her brother was paying more attention to what she was doing than to his stupid video game.

"Well, for one thing, marriage documents," the man said.

"What?!?" the girl asked in shock. "You're going to marry her?!?" Jessie had never felt so jealous and heartbroken before.

David chuckled and he touched her, gently, on her head, drawing her back to him. "Relax, sweetheart. It'll only be a formality, just a paper marriage so I can officially adopt you and George Junior, and get her assets, like this apartment and her beach house."

Jessie smiled with tears in her eyes, totally relieved. "Oh," she said, stroking him harder. "So you'll technically be married to Mom... to inherit her stuff?"

"Uh huh," David sighed, obviously enjoying her groping hand. "We'll report her missing in a couple weeks... uhhh... and figure out how to explain the new 'Amanda' sooner or later... oh god, keep going..."

Jessie smiled at the man's obvious delight. She forgot all about her brother playing his game and started to unzip David's pants. When the large cock sprang into view the teenage girl whetted her lips and gripped it with her tender hand. More than anything she wanted to taste it...

"Wait," George said, pausing his game. 

Jessie snapped her head over in his direction and saw him staring at her and her lover and she wished with a passion that he had never been born. It wasn't the first time the 16-year-old had held such thoughts about her idiot brother.

"What?" she demanded.

He was staring at her hand which was wrapped around David's thick cock. "You're basically saying that you two will be in charge, here, huh? Dave is gonna be my stepdad and you... you will be..."

"Just shut up!" Jessie snarled. Channeling their mom she added, "Go to your room!"

George threw his game controller on the ground and stood up. "No!" he said. "Mom is gone for me just as much as she's gone for you! And you're not going to take her place!"

"George," David said, his voice cold, "no one is taking her place. And we're going to share the new Amanda, your new mom, with you, just as much as you want..."

Jessie relaxed a bit and went back to stroking David's cock. She no longer cared that her brother was obviously staring at the sight. In a way, in fact, it sort of turned her on.

"No," the boy hissed. His hands were clenched in little fists by his sides. He was staring daggers at her. "If you want me to go along with all of this I want more."

"Like what?" both David and Jessie said in unison.

The young teenager blushed. "I want... I want her to be mine twice a week. I mean, only for me. To use her however I want..."

"Once a week," David said without missing a beat. "Is that it?"

Jessie stared at her brother. He seemed embarrassed, maybe even ashamed. The sight of his hesitation didn't stop her from servicing the love of her life, though. The teenage girl continued to stoke David's large cock and she even began to rub herself in preparation for his inevitable fucking through her shorts.

"No," George breathed. His eyes were locked on Jessie's, now. "I also want my sister to suck me off whenever I want. Especially right now."

Jessie let go of the middle-aged man's cock. "No!" she cried. Standing up she added, "You pervert, I won't!"

There was a buzz just then at the apartment's intercom.

Neither Jessie or her brother moved but David stood, zipped up his pants, and answered the call. The girl's eyes darted around the apartment but they kept coming back to her brother's. They were vicious, desperate, and without any remorse. 

"Hinter," David told her after he got back. "Sounds like he brought a few friends, too."

Jessie stared at her little brother. She had such big plans for Hinter and her mom but George was getting ready to ruin all of them unless she did... what? A blowjob?

"Well, Sis?" the boy grinned. He stood up and fondled a bulge in his pants. "Don't you want this?"

The girl, trembling, stared into her lover's eyes. "Make him stop!" she whispered.

David sighed and stroked her thick hair. "There's nothing I can do, honey. If he wants to tell everyone the truth about what happened, well... he can. If you want him to keep quiet, I guess you just have to... you know."

Jessie sniffed. In a really low voice, so low that she could barely hear herself over the voices of Hinter and his friends who had just entered the room, she asked David, "If I just give him a blowjob, will you hate me? Or think I'm naughty?"

"No, sweetie," David smiled. He stroked her hair again. "I could never hate you. And you'll always be a good girl, honey. Always. No matter what."

Well aware that the room was now full with Hinter and his three buddies, Jessie let her mind relax. She let herself go and in a sort of daze the 16-year-old unzipped her brother's shorts. She took his cock into her mouth and she licked it, she stroked it, she slobbered on it. Within seconds the boy was gripping her hair and pushing her face into his crotch and she was used to that. She took his shaft down her throat and groaned around it. It didn't take too long and when he came the other men in the room laughed loudly and Jessie just swallowed it down.

"Nice, nice," Hinter, the tall and skinny Swede said when it was all done. "So where's this Amanda chick?"

Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Jessie stood up. "In the bathroom," she said. "You guys ready?"

"Fuck yeah!" they all said at once.

"Okay," Jessie told them. In a daze the 16-year-old led the pack of boys down the hall and to the bathroom door...

**

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Hinter grabbed Amanda by the arm and led her to Jessie's old room, the
other boys followed close behind, groping her teenage form. She'd
gotten cleaned up but still hadn't had time to get dressed. He tossed
her on the bed and she tried to cover her little tits and bald pussy.
"Look here boys, she's a shy one", Hinter laughed. "What's the matter
honey? Jessie said you wanted to party".
"puh-p-please, don't hurt me. I'm not a whore, I just want to figure
out what's going on...", Amanda pleaded with Hinter.
"Well guys, what do you think? Should we help her out or fuck her
up?", Hinter said while looking at her menacingly.
"C'mon man, let's get on with it, you said we were gonna have some
fun..", one of the other boys said.
"Shut the fuck up!" Hinter yelled as the other boy jumped back. "Look
'Mandy baby, I'll make you a deal, a little challenge of sorts, if you
succeed, none of us will fuck you, how about that?"
Amanda nodded her head, she'd try anything if it would keep 4 16 year
old cocks out of her.
"Well here's what we're gonna do, boys... show her the goods", Hinter
proclaimed as all the boys whipped their cocks out and started to
circle around her. "If you can make us all cum in 10 minutes we'll
leave you alone. If you can't though, your ours for the night baby,
sound good?"
Amanda jumped forward and wrapped her mouth around Hinter's cock as he
jumped back, "Whoa bitch, not until the clock starts! Jessie, keep
time!".
Jessie grabbed her alarm clock off of her old nighttable, "It's 10
minutes to 2 so I guess let's get this started".
Hinter moved forward and yelled "ALRIGHT BITCH, TIME TO GET TO WORK"
Amanda started sucking his cock as fast as she could, she didn't have
much experience, having only sucked David's a few times. She jacked
his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, then started
lightly pulling at his balls. Hinter groaned in pleasure so she picked
up the pace, hoping she was doing a good job. As she started to get
into a rhythm though one of the boys grabbed her by the hair and
yelled "MY TURN" and shoved his cock into her mouth. She furiously
sucked his cock, knowing she was on the clock. This kept up as each
boy took his turn in her mouth, Amanda started to panic seeing she
only had 4 minutes left and none of the boys had cum yet. She suddenly
came up with an idea and started rubbing her pussy, she started to get
wet and as her juices flowed she covered her finger in it. She wasn't
sure which boy she was sucking at the moment but she reached behind
him and slid her finger in his ass. "Arrrrg!" the boy yelled and tried
to move away but she kept massaging her finger in his ass and he
started to moan. Within a few thrusts he was ready to cum and fired a
huge load of cum into her throat. Amanda couldn't swallow with his
cock shoved that far in so she ended up choking and had cum dripping
out of her nose and overflowing down her cheeks. She pushed him back
and sought out another cock, jacking it fast and sucking the boys
balls. He started to get weak kneed as she sucked both his balls into
her mouth. He tried to pull away from her but it was too late, he blew
his load out into the air, rope after rope landing on Amanda's face.
The third boy was watching this site and jacking off, he appeared the
youngest of the 4. As she turned to grab his cock he came right in her
eye and all over her tits.
Out of her one good eye Amanda could see she only had two minutes
left. Hinter was sitting in one of her chairs with his cock at full
attention, smiling at her. "Better hurry up slut", he taunted her.
Amanda raced across the room and took his cock in her mouth, trying to
deep throat it, pulling at his balls, jacking it hard, whatever she
could think of. Hinter was loving it and he said to the enthusiastic
girl, "Why don't you tongue my ass honey" as he scooted to the edge of
the chair. Amanda was disgusted at the thought but wanted out of this
situation so she knelt low and shoved her tongue deep in his ass while
she jacked his prick. Hinter started to breathe hard as she tongue
fucked his ass. "Ugh, faster baby, c'mon... yeh... fuck YEH!", Amanda
picked up the pace, rubbing his balls and his cock, finally she heard
him gasp as his cum flew through the air, landing all over her hair.
"YES!" Amanda exclaimed. She'd made them all cum.
At that moment Jessie burst out laughing, "You are one dumb bitch but
that was a good show". Amanda looked over to see the clock read 2:07.
She'd concentrated so hard on getting Hinter off she forgot to even
look at the clock.
"Game over baby, looks like it's time for overtime now", Hinter
sneered. He tossed her on the bed as the first two boys to cum
advanced on her. Their cocks were hard as rocks again and looking for
action.
"Get on all 4s", the first boy said as he flipped her over, ass in the
air. The second boy shoved his cock back into Amanda's mouth as the
first boy mounted her 13 year old cunt from behind. A single tear went
down Amanda's face as she imagined her humiliation was just
beginning.

[Punky Girl]

NOTE: It's been over a week since the last addition to this story! If no one is interested in its continuation, this will be the last entry... but if anyone adds a paragraph or at least states they're enjoying it, I might add something more. Let me know, thanks! -shannon- /NOTE

**

Jessie couldn't believe the sight: her 13-again mom on all fours and whining like a bitch in heat as Hinter fucked her tight little pussy. 

Hinter would never be mistaken for an attentive lover. Jessie knew that from first hand experience. His idea of "making love" was acting out brutal fuck scenes from the most hard core of porn videos. His friends were the same way which is why Jessie had called them over. She didn't much care for them and would call them "friends" in the most informal of ways but they sure knew how to treat a girl like a whore. They sure had the experience, too: Hinter had once told her that they had been gangbanging girls since they'd been 12-years-old.

Jessie could believe that, too, because she knew how experienced they were from first hand experience. They were treating her mother the same way they'd treated her a few months earlier after she'd gotten drunk at a party. That had been the night, she recalled, that she'd first hooked up with David. He'd been there for her after these four boys had defiled her, had hurt her, had treated her like nothing but useless meat. She'd been too drunk to fight off their advances anymore and they'd used her up in ways she'd never experienced...

...and now they were doing the same exact thing to her young-again mother. The teenager couldn't help but smile. Serves you right for always acting like I was some kind of burden, the girl thought as she watched her mom getting skewered like a pig on a spit, always acting like you were so much better than me, that I was unworthy of being your daughter. Well, just look at you now!

Just then Jessie got an idea. She jumped out of the chair she'd been watching from and ran out of the room.

**

Amanda had never been treated like this before. Not even her moronic son, when he'd fucked her a couple of hours earlier, had been this harsh and brutal. He'd been more like a desperately horny teenager who'd rutted her inexpertly to get his rocks off. These boys, these friends of her daughter, were actual monsters.

The boy named Hinter's cock, for one thing, was way too large for an average 16-year-old and he was using it with brutal efficiency. The girl who was really a woman felt it tear in and out of her newly young pussy at such a speed she couldn't believe it was even possible. He was gripping her hair, making her scream once in a while by yanking back on it, causing him to laugh and fuck her even harder. The boy kneeling on the bed in front of her, meanwhile, was using her throat in a similar fashion. Another boy off to the side was playing with her small boobs, twisting her nipples and slapping them every so often, giggling all the while.

It was humiliating and degrading. There was no aspect of "love" in this gangbang. Amanda had always equated that most divine of emotions with sex: she'd never, before today, had relations with anyone without at least the hint of love. Her first, her husband, had occurred while she'd had a childish notion of the concept. Her second, David, had been with a more refined and mature definition of the word. 

She'd thought he'd loved her back, too, the few years they'd been together. Yet he was allowing this to happen to her now that she was weak and vulnerable. Where was he, anyway?

"UGGGH!" she groaned as the boy in front of her came down her throat. Just then Hinter, the one fucking her from behind, yanked on her thick head of hair again, causing her to scream. Cum spurted out of her mouth and onto the mattress beneath her making the rest of the boys laugh.

The worst thing was that she felt a terrible sensation deep in her tummy, a sensation she was too weak to fight off anymore. She'd fought against it unsuccessfully earlier when it'd been her son pummeling her pussy. This time she just didn't have the energy to even try. And so, just as the boy who was playing with her tits gave them a good slap from beneath, Amanda Childing tensed and groaned and experienced yet another orgasm.

"Like that, whore?" Hinter hissed from behind as her newly small body quaked with pleasure. "Yeah, I can tell you're liking this cock... fuck! Ugh... hey, Dimitri, her mouth's available, dude."

"I know," the other boy said. "But I was thinking we should try what we did with Cecilia last week, you know?"

"Nah, man," Hinter said, slowing down his thrusting hips, causing the still climaxing girl to moan even louder. "Jessie said no scars, man."

Scars? Amanda thought in horror. Her orgasm was just ending but the fear from that one word pumped adrenaline into her veins which seemed to amplify the remainder of her incredible climax.

"No, man, not that!" the one named Dimitri said. "The other thing we did to her. You know, on the dare?"

"Oh," Hinter chuckled. "Yeah, sure. I get bottoms."

Before Amanda could even guess what they were talking about, Hinter yanked her head back painfully and whispered into her ear, "Jessie said you like the wild stuff so you're really going to love this, slut."

**

Jessie rummaged around the kitchen cabinet. Where the fuck was it?

"What're you looking for?" George said. He was grabbing a Mt. Dew can from the fridge.

She glared at him and blushed at the memory of giving him a blowjob. For some horrible reason the thought made her tingle but she pushed those emotions away. In a pissed-off sounding voice she said, "The camera. It's not here."

Her idiotic younger brother grinned stupidly. "You're gonna record mom with those friends of yours? Cool. I wanna watch later. Right now I'm getting ready for an epic battle online."

She rolled her eyes and went back to searching.

"I'll tell you where the camera is if you make me a copy," he said.

Slowly, she turned to him. "You know where it is?"

He nodded.

"Fine!" she snapped. "I'll let you download it to your computer, too, before I delete it. Where's the camera?"

"And I want you to promise I can have Mom on Saturday," he added. "I'm going over to Jason's for a LAN-party and I thought I'd bring her along to entertain us between matches..."

The 16-year-old girl placed her hands on her hips. "Uh-uh," she said. "Dad's gonna be here on Saturday. I want her here for him."

"Dad's coming?" George Junior asked in a confused voice. "But he's in Connecticut!"

Jessie rolled her pretty eyes. "No shit! But I called him and pretended like Mom disappeared. And I told him that David had a new little girlfriend named Amanda we were watching, so if he asks, that's who Mom is, okay?"

George nodded slowly. "Why not tell him the truth?" the dumbass asked. "About Mom, I mean..."

"Because it's Dad, you idiot!" she yelled, frustrated as hell by how stupid her brother could be. "If he knew Mom was 13 again, can you imagine what he'd do to her?"

Her brother's face lit up with understanding. "You don't mean... like with that Terri girl?"

"Exactly!" Jessie snorted. "Dad barely knew that girl, she was just a runaway. But Mom? He really fucking hates her. Just think what he'd do if he knew she was in this situation!"

"Yeah," her brother admitted. "But he might guess it... I mean, they met when they were thirteen and you already told him her name is Amanda..."

Jessie took a deep breath. Time was wasting, though, so she kept herself from blowing up at her stupid brother. "Why would he guess it?" she said with barely contained rage. "What happened to Mom is impossible. He might think she looks like a younger version of Mom, but he'll never just think, 'Oh, I bet she suddenly turned into a 13-year-old again! That's gotta be it!', would he?"

Her brother scrunched his eyebrows together the way he always did when he was thinking hard. Finally he said, "Okay, I think you're right. But I want her on Sunday, then. And, you know, every Sunday. That will be my day with her, okay?"

"Let's ask David," Jessie said with a sigh.

"David went to his offices," the boy replied stubbornly. "He said he needed to arrange those papers right away. But I don't care what he thinks anyway, I want her for Sunday. To share with the guys."

A wicked look came to his eyes just then. "Of course, I might change my mind if you suck me off again. You did a really good job earlier, sis, and I sort of feel ready for seconds..."

"Fuck you," Jessie fumed. "Just... fine, take Mom on Sundays. Now where's the camera?"

The well-sculpted 16-year-old girl watched her dufus brother shrug, take a drink from his soda, and walk into the dining room. She followed him. He went directly to one of the cabinets set up along the east wall of the room, reached down, and opened a door. A moment later he was unplugging the digital camera from a cord and then handing it to her.

"Remember to download it to my computer, too," he said as he walked back toward the family room and his video game. "You promised."

"Yeah," Jessie said as she fumbled with the settings on the expensive digital video-camera in her hands. After she had the device working she smiled and headed back to her old room. Halfway there she heard a bone-chilling scream that nearly made her jump.

**

Amanda screamed in agony as Hinter pushed his cock relentlessly into her rectum.

She was sitting on his lap, now, straddling his legs and grinding her immature little butt down onto his massive cock. It wasn't by choice: his strong hands were gripping her tiny waist, pushing her body down onto his manhood. Her legs flailed to either side of her and she screamed and panted and screamed some more.

The woman-child was facing away from him and his three friends were standing in front of her. All of them were nude and all but one had hard erections as they watched her get skewered on Hinter's cock. Once she was fully impaled on it she felt Hinter's pale hands grip her tiny breasts, pull her back into his chest, and then he said, "Alright, D, take her cunt."

They were sitting on the edge of her daughter's bed, now. My bed, the girl reminded herself in a panic as the dark-complected boy named Dimitri stepped forward. What's he doing? she wondered. Realization finally dawned and the girl cried in horror, "No, NO! Please, DON'T!"

The tall dark-haired boy struck her across her face viciously with the back of his hand. The pain was marginal compared to the terrible agony in her anus, but still it stunned her. He growled, "Stop saying 'no', slut! You don't get to say no to anything!"

That's when he thrust his slender dick into her sopping went cunt.

Amanda saw white. The pain of having two cocks at once was just too much. But then she heard the bedroom door opened and she thought, she wished, that it would be David. Her lover, having realized what a jerk he'd been, was here to rescue her.

It wasn't the handsome lawyer, though. Instead it was her daughter. And she was holding the camera Amanda had purchased the previous year.

"Ha ha, damn, fellas!" the girl chirped. "DPing her, huh? How's it feel?"

Dimitri said, "Really tight... this little bitch knows how to squeeze a cock... ugh..."

"Looks like you're having fun, Mandy," Jessie said. "You like getting plugged in both holes?"

"Puh... please," Amanda hissed as her pussy was painfully smashed into by the dark-complected boy and Hinter slowly ground his cock into her ass from below, "m-make... them... stop!"

Just then another orgasm overtook the girl-woman. She screamed with delight and she heard everyone else in the room laugh, including her daughter.

"Aww, jeeze," Dimitri said a moment later. "I'm coming..."

Amanda felt her pussy fill up with sperm again while she came. After expending his goo the boy pulled out of her and another took his place. "Fuck it," this one said in a breathy voice, "I don't mind sloppy seconds."

"Or thirds," Amanda heard Jessie laugh. "Go on, put it in there... Move your arm, though... there, that's a good shot..."

Amanda went weak after that. She came one more time after Hinter finally exploded inside her anus but she only had the energy to groan a little. She was officially done, officially spent.

**

"Thanks, guys," Jessie told Hinter and his friends at the door of the apartment. "She really liked it."

"Fuck yeah she did!" the wiry Swede chuckled. "You were right, there aren't many sluts like that around. Call again if she needs another go... or if you do."

Jessie forced a smile. "Sure," she told him. "See you later!"

After they were gone Jessie returned to her old room. Her mother, so small and weak now that she was just 13 again, looked like a total mess. Her hair was all tangled up. Cum was mixed in with it and everywhere else, besides. Her pussy was red from the fucking she'd just gone through. Her tiny little boobs were red, too, and scratched and destroyed.

Beautiful, Jessie thought. She turned on the camera again and recorded every inch of her unconscious mother's form.

"Wuh... why?" her dreaming mother whispered in her sleep.

On impulse, Jessie leaned over and gently kissed the girl-woman's frail lips, tasting sperm in the process. "Because you're a naughty girl, Mom," she breathed. 

When she felt her mother's slender body relax with pleasure from the touch of her lips, Jessie just smiled.

**

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[just-this-guy]

After feeling betrayed by her body, Amanda was recovered enough to
think clearly. She slowly padded out of her room. She had so much
jizz in her pussy and ass that she could feel it slosh as she moved.
It was embarrassing and disgusting but a part of it made her feel
exhilarated. She hated that. She wasn't like that. How could she
possible have any tinge of enjoyment?

She found her daughter.

"Jessie," Amanda spoke softly instead of with her usual harsh
demanding tone.

Jessie smiled. The smile made Amanda feel uncomfortable. Perhaps she
should have stayed in her room.

Jessie said, "I expect you to clean up that jizz trail leaking out of
your holes. Who do you think you are? Gretel?"

Amanda looked back. There was indeed a spot trail leading to her
assigned room. She hadn't even felt it drip out.

"We need to talk, Jessie," Amanda said.

"Why? You never had time to talk to me before. I needed to talk lots
of times."

"I know." Amanda decided to try a new tact and act submissive to her
daughter. "It's just now that I'm this age we've lost my income. I
still have all my business sense, so the family has to strategize so
we can keep what we have."

"Oh, we have a business plan, mother." She spat the last word causing
Amanda to flinch. "You *are* our business plan. We are going to make
a whole lot of money."

"What do you mean?" Amanda tried to talk calmly but fear crept in.

"Hinter and friends were just practice. Just training. We have to
build up your endurance. Imagine how much money we can make offering
you to all kinds guys of all shapes, sizes, and perversions."

"Jessie..." Amanda gasped.

Jessie continued unhindered, "Imagine yourself as the center of
attention at a party filled with ten, fifteen, even twenty-five guys
who finally have the chance to fulfill their fantasy of fucking a
little teen girl every which way and some ways I haven't even
imagined."

"Noooo."

"Oh, yes, mother. We're going to have plenty of money. When that
gypsy ran across George and me and said he didn't understand why but
he was drawn to our sad faces, but he knew we needed help, it was the
best day of our lives. We laughed when we made our wish and didn't
really believe it, but it came true! I still didn't believe when Dad
and I found you, but once I was sure I almost orgasmed right then. I
guess *that* was the best day of my life!"

[Punky Girl]

NOTE: Same deal as before: if people keep adding, even just a paragraph, or at least comment on the story so far, I'll keep working on it! Oh, and one question. I've been thinking of adding this story to my SOL account but was wondering how I should handle acknowledging all the contributors? Any thoughts? Thanks! /note

**

The front door opened and David walked into the room. Amanda was too stunned by her daughter's revelation to acknowledge his presence. The shock must have shown on her lovely young face, though, because the first thing her former lover said was, "What's going on here?"

Amanda's chin trembled uncontrollably and tears streamed down her face as she watched her daughter slide up next to the large, handsome man and smile wickedly at him. She said, "Oh, I just told Mom about the wish that gypsy gave us a few days ago in Central Park."

The woman who was now a girl searched her former lovers face hoping for any sign of shame or embarrassment. There was none. Instead the man chuckled and said while squeezing her daughter close to him with his free hand, "Who would have thought wishes really do come true? If I'd suspected for a moment they could I would have asked for his phone number. Live and learn, I guess."

He began to kiss Amanda's daughter, then, and the woman felt her childish stomach roil in disgust. Without realizing it she slipped to the floor, crumpling there like a collapsing building.   She whimpered pathetically as her daughter made out with the man she'd thought she'd loved, the man who had helped her own flesh and blood curse her into becoming a child again: a weak child, an unprotected child, a child he was going to help her daughter exploit even more.

She nearly passed out from both grief and horror but her daughter kicked her in her side and yelled, "Get up, Slut! What did I tell you about cleaning yourself up? Go soak in the bathtub for an hour or so, let all that cum inside your cunt and ass drain out. Go on... NOW!"

Knowing there was nothing else to do, now, but obey, Amanda Childing the 13-year-old stood up and scampered toward the bathroom.

**

When she was done soaking she really did feel a lot better. She felt clean, physically at least, and the stress of her current predicament felt somehow more manageable.

They can't watch me all the time, she thought. Jessie and George go back to school next week and David works. Eventually I'll be alone. If I contact the cab company maybe I can find that driver, this gypsy who used my words and David and Jessie's curse to do this to me. If he can undo it, then I can...

Her thoughts were interrupted by Jessie. She was wearing a lovely satin dress, a black affair that hugged her maturing 16-year-old form in all the right places. Amanda had never seen the dress before and didn't like the idea of her daughter going out in public in it. The dress, for one thing, didn't reach even halfway to her knees and the strapless upper half revealed way too much cleavage for a girl so young. Amanda forgot for a moment that she was trapped in a 13-year-old body and said, in the best imitation of her authoritative "mom voice" she could muster, "Jessie Renee Childing! Don't you dare think you can go out dressed like that!"

Jessie just laughed, an arrogant sound that immediately reminded Amanda who was in charge. "I think those scented candles went to your head, 'Mom'," she taunted. "I know this dress is a little revealing but it's nothing compared to what you'll be wearing. 

"You have ten minutes," the arrogant teenage girl said after dropping some clothes onto the bathroom counter. "Get yourself dried off and dressed and meet us outside in the living room. We're going out."

With that her daughter exited the large bathroom. Sighing, the woman in the child's body stood up out of the tub and did as she was ordered.

Just go along for now, Amanda thought as she dried off her ripe young body. Bide your time...

**

Amanda couldn't believe what she saw in the mirror. What she saw was a obscenely dressed little slut with thick hair, smooth skin, and clothes so revealing she might as well have been naked.

Never in her life had she been dressed in such an outfit. Indeed, never in her life had the 34-year-old woman with the 13-year-old body seen someone dressed in something so exposing.

The top was a long-sleeved yellow fishnet shirt that did little to hide her budding teenage breasts. The bottom was a shimmering black latex macro-skirt that was so short that bending over even a little made the garment ride up her butt and expose her bald pussy and anus. The shoes were black stilettos which, after wearing for only a couple of minutes, were already making her calves ache. There was no underwear or other accessories.

Except for the necklace. It was a golden chain with a small silver cross and Amanda immediately recognized it as a gift her ex-husband had given Jessie on her tenth birthday. Jessie had worn it every day for years but had stopped soon after the divorce. She wondered why her daughter would give it to her now.

The woman steeled herself. She had to endure all this, now, she reminded herself. It was like when she'd first started at Blinde and Wilde. All those years ago she'd had to endure much in order to succeed. It took a long time but eventually she'd risen to the highest position in her department. She could do that again, now, she could endure all that was happening to her in order to succeed later. 

They can't watch me all the time, she thought once more. Taking a deep breath full of resolve, the woman-child exited the bathroom, walking awkwardly on the three-inch stilettos and out into the living room.

**

"Judge Windloth will certify this, no questions asked," David explained to her. 

He was talking to her as though she really was a child and it was annoying the hell out of Amanda. "What if I refuse?" she asked, trying to sound mature.

"Then I beat your ass with David's belt until you change your mind," her daughter grinned.

Marriages can be annulled, she thought. Without a word she scribbled her signature onto the marriage documents, initialing where David told her to, signing her full name where he told her to. When she was done he stuffed the papers back into a manila envelope and smiled. "We're officially husband and wife, Amanda."

"Mandy," Jessie corrected him. "From now on we call you Mandy. Amanda was a 34-year-old bitch who's gone missing. Amanda is dead. From this moment on you're Mandy, got it?"

"Okay," Amanda whispered. Looking out the window she saw that it was night but she had no idea how late it was. After Hinter and his friends had left she'd slept for... what? Hours?

As if reading her thoughts, Jessie checked her cellphone and said, "We'd better get going. It's almost one already."

"One?" Amanda asked, surprised. Had she really slept so long? It'd still been the afternoon when Hinter and his friends had ravaged her.

"They said they're holding auditions until six," David said as he tucked the envelope into his briefcase. "We have plenty of time."

"Yeah, but my dad's gonna be here at around noon," Jessie said while standing up. "She'll need rest and probably another good bath before he gets here. We should be back by three or four at the latest."

"Wait, where are we going? George is coming over?" Amanda asked. 

Jessie lunged forward and slapped her across her face. "Shut up, Slut! God dammit, when are you going to learn to keep your mouth shut?"

David chuckled. "She can't help herself," he said. "Don't forget, this is your mom. You know how she is."

Amanda kept her mouth shut but she rubbed away the sting of her daughter's blow and stood. She barely paid any attention to Jessie and David's conversation as she followed them out into the hall. Her mind was reeling: George is coming over tomorrow.

Maybe he could help her. He was a loser, and a slacker, but he was still a good man deep down. She was sure of that. He wouldn't tolerate the abuse she was going through. If she told him what had happened, if she could make him believe it was really her, he might just end up being her salvation.

**

David drove the Lincoln Continental while Jessie sat with her mother in the backseat. The 16-year-old sipped from a glass of champaign but didn't offer her mother any. She didn't want the small, waifish child-mom to be intoxicated at all for the audition. No, she wanted her mother to be in full control of her senses for that.

"You're plotting something," Jessie said with a smug grin on her face. "I can tell. Even with your new face I can tell when you're plotting. What is it?"

The child turned away from her and stared out the window. Jessie laughed and slid up close to her. She loved how much bigger she was, now, than her mom. She laughed how slutty the girl looked in her fishnet shirt and latex macro-skirt. She loved, especially, the necklace she was wearing.

She'd only had one glass so far but the champaign was already going to her head. Jessie reached her arm out and gently wrapped it around her mom-child's slender shoulders. "What is it?" she whispered. "Are you thinking about Dad? Do you think he might help you when he gets here?"

Jessie immediately knew that was it by the expression on her young-mom's face. It made the slightly intoxicated girl laugh. "That's it, isn't it?" she said. "You think Dad will help you! Oh my God, I'm not even going to tell you not to. Go and tell him who you really are tomorrow... it'll be hilarious!"

"I can prove to him who I am," Jessie's mom whispered. "And he will help me. You're going to be in a lot of trouble, young lady..."

The teenager laughed and hugged her mom's slight body closer. She gulped from her glass of champaign then trailed her hand down the front of her mother's immature body. She said, "Oh, I'm sure. Do you have any idea what Dad will do to you if he knows you're you?"

Her mom remained silent. Even when Jessie squeezed her left breast through her fishnet shirt, she didn't make a sound.

"He'll fucking kill you," Jessie whispered into her mother's ear. "He really will. He'll rape you and cut open your throat before cumming inside your dying body. Believe me, I know."

The look on her mom's face was priceless. It was a look of sheer horror. She said, "No... no! For all his faults he's a good man! He'd never..."

"Never, what?" Jessie snapped, pinching her mother's breast, now. "Never make a 6-year-old stroke him off? Never make a 6-year-old suck his cock while her mother worked late downtown? Never give a 10-year-old a necklace as a birthday present, and call it a 'leash', the night he took her virginity? He wouldn't do any of that?"

She tossed the champaign glass to the floor and pounced on her small mother. She grinned at the look of shock on her mother's cute, young face and fondled the golden chain around her slender neck. "This was my leash, Mom, the leash Daddy gave me, the leash I wore for years while you turned a blind eye. Now it's yours. And you're going to wear it tomorrow when he fucks you and if you do decide to tell him who you really are I'm going to laugh as he chokes you to death with it. Because he will."

With that the 16-year-old pressed her lips against her mom's and crushed her hands against the budding breasts she possessed. She felt the child squirm beneath her weight but Jessie didn't care. Violent emotions rampaged through her form and she found herself lost in them, lost in the touch of mother's young breasts and the feel of her wet tongue. When her mom tried to fight her off she felt triumphant when she easily pushed her arms back and kissed her all the more deeply.

The door to the luxury car opened but Jessie barely noticed until she heard David's voice. "Normally I'd encourage this," he said, "but if you want to be home by four, like you said, we should probably get inside."

Jessie was so worked up she almost just ignored her lover's suggestion. Somehow, though, she pulled her lips away from her mom's. "Okay," she said. 

Glancing back down at her sluttily dressed mother she said, "Come on, you dumb cunt. You have an audition and you'd better do your best because I'm all you have anymore. No one can save you.

"Absolutely no one."

**

[Road Dogg]

I love the story Shannon. Please keep going with it! You're awesome

[Tim Merrigan]

Amanda got out of the car, trying to maintain some sort of modesty, but
giving up on it when her skirt rode up to her hips as soon as she turned
to the open door. When she got out of the car and straitened her skirt,
such as it was, she saw that they were in a dirty, badly lit alley, with
no signs of life. She knew they had to still be in Manhattan, because
they hadn't crossed any bridges, tunnels, or ferries. But she had no
idea where beyond that as she had never seen anywhere that looked like this.

David went to a door in one of the otherwise completely blank walls,
tapped out a pattern, and when the intercom squawked, said something she
couldn't make out, then the door opened to a dark room, and Jessie
pulled on her "leash" dragging her into the room. It seemed to be about
the size of an old-fashioned telephone booth, they were squeezed into
it, and once the outer door was closed it was totally dark. When the
inner door opened she was momentarily blinded and Jessie was again
dragging her and she was nearly deafened by the sounds of what sounded
like a combination of a crowded casino and nightclub. Once her eyes
cleared up she saw that that was the least of it, there were people of
all ages, from babies to doddering old men and women, and sexes engaged
in just about every perversion she had ever heard of, and some she
couldn't figure out at a glance, and as she was dragged past all she
ever got was a glance. And some of the outfits some of them were
wearing made her slutty outfit look downright prim.

A man in a tuxedo came up to them out of the crowd saying, "David,
Jessie, welcome back, and this must be little Mandy," feeling her up and
sticking a finger in her cunt.

She got wet immediately and moaned. 'God damn it, what's happening to
me,' she thought as her knees went to rubber.

"Oh she's ready isn't she," the man in the tux said, continuing to
finger fuck her. "I think I have just the place for her. Follow me."

[Punky Girl]

NOTE: Once again, same deal! I'll keep working on this story so long as others in this group add to it or at least comment on it! Btw, special thanks to Road Dogg for encouraging its continuation. To the rest of you who've been silent I'm assuming you're adhering to the old "if you can't say something nice" proverb, so I thank you, too, for at least not bashing what I happen to think is a pretty good collaborative story so far! I mean, it's really gone in a totally different direction than I'd ever thought it would (a good thing) thanks to Tim, Wayne P, Howly, just-this-guy, and Zeeb... did I miss anyone? I hope not! Anyway, feel free to add a scene or paragraph yourself! In the meantime, let's see what my messed up mind has in store for Amanda and Co... /note

**

"Pjerin will absolutely love her for the 2am slot," the man in the tuxedo said. He was walking Amanda through the throngs of people and the woman-child could barely hear his voice over the loud noises of gambling, fucking, and general revelry. Loud music and smoke and the scent of marijuana and sex filled the air and it was all so much that Amanda's senses were overloaded. She was already stimulated from the man's brief fingering of her cunt and everything else was making the small woman-child feel overwhelmed. 

Across the room, on a movie theater sized screen, a movie was playing, too. The movie showed two black women on all fours, ass-to-ass, with a double-dildo shared between their cunts. They were thrusting back into each other and the sounds of their obvious joy were barely louder than the techno music playing inside this nightclub/casino.

What is this place? the newly-made teenager thought. She darted her eyes around and saw roulette tables, poker tables, and cages suspended from the ceiling with naked women dancing in them. There were people dancing, couples fucking, groups of old ladies laughing as they threw dollar bills at young men who ground their bodies against their frail frames.

A complete house of sin, Amanda Childing thought. I'm supposed to audition here? Audition for what?

Finally through the main floor the man leading her took out a key and opened a door right next to a long and crowded bar. Once through the door the music deafened and everything became more relaxed. It was a jarring, but welcome, sensation.

"I'm not sure I heard you right," Jessie said. She was standing next to Amanda and was holding David's hand. "Did you say Pjerin? 'Cause I was thinking she's too old for his show. What about Hyatt's?"

"Hyatt doesn't need any new girls," the man said. He grinned down at Amanda and started playing with the girl's cunt again. "Besides, this one's plenty young enough."

Amanda shuddered from the man's probing touch. She did nothing to resist as he slid his finger up into her cunt as she wobbled on her tall stilettos. Fuck, please don't stop, she thought. Ah, Jesus! What's wrong with me?!

"She's thirteen, we think," Jessie said. "I always thought Pjerin liked them younger for his shows?"

Amanda barely heard her daughter's words. The finger inside her was expertly rubbing the inside of her vaginal walls and she was unconsciously gripping the fancily dressed man by his hips to keep from falling over.

"You think?" the man said. "I thought you said she was an old family friend?"

"She is," David chimed in. "We've just never been sure of her exact age."

Amanda was just on the verge of cumming, which would have been humiliating, when the man withdrew his finger. She gasped in frustration and nearly fell to her knees but David grabbed her by the waist and easily held up her small body. 

The man in the tuxedo stared at Jessie for a long moment as the thrubbing of music from the outer room filled the air. He placed his index finger, the one that had just been inside Amanda's pussy, just under his nose and inhaled. Then he sucked on that finger and smiled.

"So she's an old family friend but you don't know her exact age," he said. "I'm starting to suspect you're not telling me the whole truth, Jessie. You know I can't put her on stage for any show if it's going to turn out she's the next 'cute white girl who got kidnapped' story on the news networks. So what are you hiding?"

"Nothing. She is an old... friend. And she is thirteen, technically... she just looks younger so I've always had my doubts about her true age."

Amanda watched the man stare at her daughter for a long moment before nodding slightly. "Very well. I'll trust you because of our history. But let me be plain: this 'Mandy' is much too young for Hyatt's show. He might take you still, though, if you want to un-retire..."

Un-retire? Amanda thought, glancing over at her 16-year-old daughter. Un-retire from what?

Her daughter's expression grew dark. She said, "You know I'm out of the biz, Harding. Forever."

"Very well," Harding said. "Come on, then. Let's go see Pjerin. I'm sure both he and Tasha will love her for their set and times wasting."

**

George Childing Junior unlocked the door to his home and called out, "Hello?" When no one responded and he saw the place was dark and empty he said over his shoulder, "It's cool, guys, follow me."

The 13-year-old led his two best friends, Mick and Joseph, into the large apartment. He went immediately to the kitchen and got three cans of Mountain Dew from the fridge.

"This better be worth it," Mick said in the living room after he was handed his can of soda.

"Yeah," Joseph said. "It's gonna cost, like, $50 to get us back to my place."

"Relax, dudes!" George said. "You're the ones who said my sister was hot, remember? Now I'm gonna prove what a slut she is. Chill a sec."

He went to his bedroom and found the DVD he'd made at his father's house. If his dad knew he'd turned his computer files into a DVD, burned it, and taken it home there would be hell to pay. But the boy hadn't been able to resist doing so and Mick and Joseph would never tell on him.

When he returned to the living room Joseph said, "It's getting late, man. If my mom finds out we snuck out..."

"You'll get grounded," George said with a smile. "Trust me, though, this is worth it." He placed the DVD into the player and turned on the large plasma-TV.

"My name is Jessica," a young looking girl said.

"Show me your tits, Jessica," a man's voice said.

George glanced over at his friends. They were already mesmerized by the sight of his beautiful sister, only 11 or so at the time of this movie's recording, taking off her t-shirt.

"You have very pretty titties," the man's voice said once she was topless. "I bet you have a pretty cunny, too..."

The girl on the large TV grinned shyly and stood up and started to push down her pants. 

"Wow," Joseph whispered. "Jessie is even hotter than I thought..."

"Yeah," Mick added. "I mean, for a girl..."

George grinned.

**

Jessie watched her younger mother strip off her clothes. She smiled at her obvious discomfort.

Pjerin, a tall and skinny man dressed all in black, slapped her mother's tight little ass.

"She scream not good," the man said.

"Nah, she scream well," the woman next to him said. "You just no hit hard enough. Allow me."

Jessie watched with satisfaction as the 40ish woman, Tasha, slapped a thick switch against her mother's little butt. The ensuing scream made the 16-year-old giddy with delight and clutch her lover's hand even tighter.

"She will do," Pjerin said as he rubbed the sobbing girl's ass.

"She must talk right," the woman, Tasha, said. Gripping Jessie's mother by her chin she said, "When you say your s's, poke your tongue between your teeth. Try?"

Her mother glanced her eyes over at Jessie and she looked scared. Jessie stifled a laugh and just shrugged her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, I..."

Pjerin whipped the girl-woman's little butt with the switch. Jessie nearly laughed when her mother screamed.

"Try again, yes?" Tasha said.

Jessie felt David's hand slide up her body and she loved the feeling of his masculine hand on her round, budding breast. She enjoyed that as she watched her mom say, "I'm sh-orry...?"

"Better," Tasha said.

"She will do," Pjerin said. "We have not much time. Let us get her ready."

Get her ready, Jessie thought as she watched the man and woman walk her mother away. Those had always been the words that horrified her back when she was younger. Getting ready meant getting ready to be used, abused... and to have it broadcast for the entire club. And recorded.

Serves her right, Jessie thought as she gripped her lover close. She deserves to go through what I went through.

"$50,000," David whispered. "Not bad."

Jessie nodded but stared down the hall the woman-child who was her mother was being led down. She knew that walk.

**

[Jeff Martin]

I too think that this is shaping up to be one damn good story.  Keep up the fine work.

[Jeff]

The room was cold, and virtually bare. The only things in the room
were an old musty-smelling , well-stained mattress, and a metal
folding chair. Amanda thought about sitting on the chair. But the
cold air in the room, and her nakedness, would have made her shiver.
At least shiver worse than she was now, from the fear of what was to
come that she was feeling. So she stood, and waited.

Pjerin and Tasha had left her alone awhile back, some five or ten
minutes ago. (Or at least it seemed that way to Amanda) Tasha told
her that the audition wouldn't take long. And that it would begin
shortly. And then she closed the only door into the room.

Amanda was just getting used to her surrounding, when the door finally
opened again. A group of men, of all shapes, sizes, and ages,
entered, and began to encircle the woman-child at the room's center.
Each man took a turn at feeling Amanda's body. Some squeezed her
small tits, taking pleasure in pinching and pulling on her nipples.
Others slapped her ass, leaving red handprints on each cheek. A few
men worked a finger or two into Amanda's sopping wet cunt, working her
toward an orgasm, but not letting her finish. This continued for
several minutes. Then the real audition began.

[Tim Merrigan]

One of the men lay back on the mattress and said, "OK girl, let's get
started. Mount up."

Amanda, taking some clues from what Tasha had said earlier about her
"s"'s, and from Jessie's comments about Pjerin's preferred ages, stood
looking confused, and said, in a little girl voice she hadn't used since
shortly after she and George were married, "Pleathe mithter, I don't
know what you mean. Pleathe don' hurt me," cringing back a little.

The man on the mattress flashed a quick, sadistic, grin then slapped
her, hard, with the back of his hand, knocking her back into the man
standing behind her, who pushed her back, where she fell onto the first man.

She screamed, playing it up, as that had seemed to be what her new
masters wanted, though some was real, and whimpered, "Pleathe don' hurt
me again, I'll do whatever you thay, but I don' know what you wan' me to
do…" fading off into a crying jag. By now she was sopping and barely
controlling her impending orgasm while thinking, in the back of her
mind, her fore brain concentrating on her playacting, 'What the Hell has
happened to me? That gypsy did more than just make me younger.'

The men all grinned now. The man on the mattress snarled, "OK bitch,
I'll tell you what to do. Get that pretty little cunt on this here cock,
RIGHT NOW!"

Amanda complied, straddling him and inserting is cock into her hole.
"Yeth Mathter. Like thith, mithter?" She couldn't think much past that
as she came explosively as soon as his cock touched her cunt, and came
continuously for the rest of the evening, leaving no coherent memory of
anything else that happened there.

Meanwhile as she sank onto the first man's cock, the second lubed up
with KY and mounted her from behind, while the third inserted himself in
her mouth, and the remaining two each wrapped a hand around their cocks.
Over the evening each man fucked each of her holes (and hands) till he
came, by the end thanking the gods, and Physer, for Viagra.

In one of the observation rooms, Pjrin, Tasha, Jessie, and David were
watching. Tasha said, "She learn quick, ja."

Pjrin replied, "Ja, she do nice for show," while fondling the
five-year-old girl sitting in his lap and letting her sip from his
martini. "Give you $10,000 bonus for rest of tonight, and buy her
outright for $100,000."

David was thinking about that when Jessie said, "Thanks for the offer,
but we have other plans for her. We have to go as soon as she's done
with these johns, but we'll certainly keep you in mind if we decide to
sell her later."

The girl on Pjrin's lap turned to him and said, "Daddy, will you put it
in me now, please."

"Ja meine Liebe," he said as he lifted her up and settled her asshole
onto his cock, and the five of them continued watching the show.

[Punky Girl]

**

Harding, still in his crisp and clean tuxedo, handed Jessie a small duffel bag with a smile on his face.

"The audience quite enjoyed the audition," he said. "It was by far their favorite of the night, if I'm any judge."

"Good," Jessie said as she unzipped the bag. She found bundles of $50 bills wrapped together and started to count them. "This doesn't look like $50,000. And where's the DVD?"

Harding tsked. "Pjerin promised you fifty, did he? Hmph." The man snapped his fingers and almost immediately a young Asian girl in a Catholic school-girl uniform who also wore an eye-patch over her left eye appeared. He said to her, "Day, please be so kind as to bring me another bag. It seems Pjerin promised Jessie here twice the usual rate."

Jessie watched the young girl, who was probably 14 or so, bow obediently and scramble off. She crossed her arms over her ample chest and stood to her full, unimpressive height and stared Harding in the eye. She said, "And the DVD?"

"I hope you don't think she'll get that rate every night," he said, ignoring her question. "I can have her on-screen Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, $25,000 a shoot. Not a penny more, though, not even for one so cute and... playful."

Jessie heard her mother whimper. David was cradling her abused body in his strong arms and the teenager felt jealous. To Harding she said, "$30,000. And I want the DVD's each time, including tonight."

The sophisticated man chuckled and reached his hand out to stroke Jessie's cheek. She slapped it away. He grinned and said, "Oh, very well. $30,000. And you'll get a DVD of tonight's 'audition' once it has been formatted. You know that can take several days."

"Bullshit!" Jessie said. "I want the uncut version, the one that shows what really happened! The same ones you used to give my dad, not the bullshit ones you sell to the audience!"

Harding sighed. "I must discuss this with Pjerin. Where is he, anyway?"

"Inside the viewing room diddling a fucking toddler," Jessie hissed. "Stop making excuses. You don't need his permission to give me an uncut DVD!"

Just then the girl with the eye-patch returned with another duffel-bag. Harding took it from her, said something in Mandarin, and she scampered off once more. Turning back to Jessie he said, "Day will have the DVD for you at the front door. I warn you, though, to keep the promise your father always did and not share the uncut version with anyone. The Johns pay for privacy as much as anything else. Agreed?"

"Sure," the teenager said. She lifted up both duffel-bags and glanced over at David who was still cradling her child-mom's young body in his arms. "Come on, let's go."

"See you on Monday," Harding said.

"Yeah," Jessie grumbled.

**

"Holy shit," Mick said in a low voice.

George just grinned. The last video of his older sister had just ended and no one had breathed a word in over an hour. Self-conscious of the hard-on in his pants the boy leaned over to the coffee table, picked up the remote, and turned the TV off.

"What did I tell you guys?" he said with a shrug. "My sister is a little slut."

Both of his friends nodded. "I mean," Joseph said, "I've seen a lot of porn... but I've never seen a girl act like that."

"Like she was desperate for it," Mick agreed.

"And so young, too!" Joseph said. "I mean, is that even legal? What they did to her?"

George laughed. "You don't even know, dude. Wait till I get the rest of the files to show you. What you just saw is softcore by comparison, trust me."

"Wish she was here right now," Mick sighed. He yawned and said, "You know what? Fuck it, guys, I need to get off."

George watched his friend stand from the couch and saunter off toward the bathroom. He almost made a joke but resisted because the truth was he really wanted to jerk-off, too. 

"Seriously, though, man," Joseph said after Mick was gone, "that's kind of fucked up what those guys did to her."

"And women," George said.

"Yeah," his friend said. "So like... I mean, does she know about these files? Does your mom or dad know?"

That really made George laugh. "Of course she knows! Did you see the way she acted? She loved it and still does. She's a total slut!"

"Okay," Joseph said. He sounded unconvinced.

Mick returned a moment later. George said to him, "That didn't take long."

"Dude, I was ready to cum during that movie of her being pierced by the dyke," the boy grinned. "And for the record, I feel a lot better now!"

"Holy shit!" Joseph said, jumping to his feet. "It's almost 4am! We gotta go, now!"

"Fine," George yawned. He ejected the DVD from the player and tucked it into his backpack. "You guys take off. I think I'll just stay here."

"What?" Joseph said. "You can't! What will I tell my mom?"

"Just tell her I took off early," the boy said.

"She'll know I'm lying!" Joseph said. "You're really screwing me here, dude..."

"I'll make it up to you," George said. "Trust me. On Sunday I'll totally make it up to you."

His friend, unconvinced, exited the penthouse apartment after that. George just smiled because on Sunday he would have a toy to share with both Joseph and Mick and several others besides.

He'd have his mother to share. His lovely 13-year-old mother. He couldn't wait.

**

[Jeff]

Sunday wouldn't arrive soon enough for George Jr. He began thinking
of all the "fun" things he, and his friends, would do with his "young"
mother. After Mick and Joesph were gone, George went back into his
bedroom, and played the DVD on his computer. After only a few
minutes, if even that long, George was stroking his cock, as he watch
a young Jessie be violated repeatedly by both men and women. It
brought a smile to his face, and mae his jack-off session all the
better. He was just finishing up when David, Jessie, and "Mandy"
returned. His smile growing bigger, George was very much looking
forward to Sunday.

**************

Amanda felt used, in more ways than one. Her tiny body hurt in so
many places, she couldn't imagine how long it would take to truely
heal. And those wre only the physical hurts. The emotional ones
might never heal, she thought to herself. What did I ever do to
deserved this kind of treatment, she questioned yet again. Or, more
importantly, what did I do to warrant this type of abuse. Amanda
tried to gather enough strength to at least crawl beneath the covers
of her bed. But failing to do so, she just remained lying in the same
spot the David had placed her, trying to not move. Or move as little
as possible. It was hard, but she evenually found comfort in sleep.

**************

While david counted the money for the thousanth time, Jessie sat in
the living room, going over the events of the night. She reveled in
the pain and discomfort that her mother experience at The Club. She
especially enjoyed the overwhelming humiliation that "Mandy" was force
to endure. And Jessie took great pleasure from watch her mother
suffer at the hands of others. She didn't need to watch the DVD of
the audition quite yet, she'd do that later. For now, her memories
were sharp enough to make Jessie smile, with a sense of happiness she
thought she'd never experience.

[Tim Merrigan]

George Childing, Sr. told his driver to take him to an address in
Inwood, before going to the 12^th Avenue apartment.

When he got there he went to the apartment Mary Worthing, Amanda's
Office Assistant, shared with their 10-year-old daughter. After he was
buzzed in little Jenney ran out into the hallway to greet him, "Daddy,
you're here," first throwing her arms around him, then falling to her
knees and starting to unzip his fly.

George chuckled, saying, "Not now Darling, and never in the hallway."
Then, taking hold of the small silver cross she was wearing around her
neck pulled her back to her feet and led her into the apartment.

Closing the door behind him, George called out, "Mary, we need to talk.
How are things going at work?"

The shy young blonde came into the living room with a bathrobe hanging
open over her otherwise naked body, went to him and kissed him
passionately, then, noting his open fly, said, "I see Jenny's already
said hello."

"No, he stopped me," Jenny pouted, keeping her arms wrapped tightly
around his waist.

George said, "Work?"

"Oh, alright, come into the kitchen, I'll get you a cup of coffee.

"Jenny, you can finish 'saying hello' to Daddy once he's sitting, so go
get under the table."

Jenny ran happily to the kitchen, crawled under the table, and waited by
the George's chair. George sat; Jenny finished fishing his cock out and
started licking the head, before putting it in her mouth. She couldn't
remember ever not greeting her father this way and thought all little
girls greeted there fathers this way. Then, a couple years ago, starting
on her 8^th birthday, after giving her her silver cross necklace and
telling her never to take it off, that it meant that she was his, to do
with as he pleased, he started tucking her in his special way whenever
he was home, and though it had hurt the first few times she loved it,
and was looking forward to it tonight, her bald little cunny was already
wet in anticipation.

As Jenny was doing that Mary brought two cups of coffee to the table,
putting one in front of George and sitting at her place and the foot of
the table, saying, "Amanda was still there negotiating with Gene at
Rizen when I left at 8:30 Friday night, but no one has seen or heard
from her since then. She hadn't come out yet when her driver went off
shift at 9.

"Everyone expected her to come back bright and early, if not bushy
tailed," Mary grinned, "Saturday morning, but she hasn't been seen in
two days."

George asked, "And the merger, how's that going?"

"Oh, with Amanda's disappearance, Gene was over ridden by the Rizen
board, and they've voted for an all out takeover, making Blinde and
Wilder a wholly owned subsidiary of RizenCorp. Except for the crossing
the "T"s and dotting the "I"s it's a done deal. They'll be firing the
board and the rest of top management, and bringing in their own manager."

"Thank you, Mary," George said, and reaching into his inside jacket
pocket and pulling out a business card that read 'George Childing,
Senior Manager, Blinde and Wilder, a RizenCorp Company' reached his
right hand across the table, "Say hello to your new boss. You can do it
the way Jenny does, if you want."

"Maybe at work, when you report in," Mary giggled, shaking George's hand.

George continued, "Oh, and speaking of Jenny," he slid his chair back,
pulling his cock out of Jenny's mouth, reached down, picked her up, and
sat her on his lap, and, holding her face in his hands, said, "I'm sorry
Honey, but I can't stay tonight…"

Jenny frowned.

"…I have business with my other family, but I can give you your good
night fuck now if you like and your mother allows it."

They both looked to Mary, who nodded.

Jenny lit up like a Christmas tree, leapt off George's lap, and ran to
her room, stripping as she went.

[zeeb]

George let his mind wander as his driver drove him to his ex-wife's
apartment. He was a busy man but loved visiting his family. He was
fucking plenty of underage girls on a regular basis but there was just
something the George loved about fucking his own flesh and blood. His
daughter Jenny's 10 year old cunt had gripped him good and he had
filled her little cunny to the brim with his seed. He was hoping to
throw a mercy fuck Mary's way after she had cleaned his spunk and
their daughter's pussy juice off of his cock with her mouth but he was
feeling a little weak kneed and promised her he'd fuck her properly
when he came into the office.
As the car came to a stop in front of Amanda's penthouse he was shaken
from his thoughts. "Well, let's go upstairs and see what the fuck is
going on".
Jessie jumped from the couch when she heard the knock at the door, she
and David were the only ones still awake, or at least she assumed so
since she hadn't seen George Jr. in about an hour. Jessie opened the
door and seen her father there she tried to keep her contempt to a
minimum. She would never forgive her father all of the abuses he had
put her through, the same way she would never forgive her mother for
either letting it happen or just being oblivious. But she needed her
father's help for her plan and was going to enjoy watching the abuse
he'd put her teen-mom through.
"Hi Daddy, come in. We've been waiting for you", Jessie said. George
Sr. entered the apartment, nodding to David.
"Hi David, thanks for holding down the fort while Amanda is gone",
George said. Then he turned to Jessie. "Honey, have we forgot how to
properly greet your father?".
"Dad, you know I've been seeing David and I'm his now, I don't want to
do anything out of place", Jessie explained. George Sr. raised an
eyebrow to David.
David got up from the couch, "It's ok Jessie, your father is your
father, show him some respect. It's fine with me."
Jessie tried to smile while shooting David a dirty look. She dropped
to her knees, fishing out her father's cock. She licked it up and down
the shaft before deep throating his big cock. George Sr. let out a
soft sigh. "So what's been going on around here", George asked,
"Amanda is missing from what I hear, going on two days now, and Jessie
phones asking me to come here and play with some new peice of fuck
meat named Amanda that is staying here?".
Jessie started to pull her mouth off George's cock to tryto explain
but he gripped her by the hair and forced his cock back down her
throat. "Well David?", George asked.
David had been standing there enjoying the show his teen girlfriend
was putting on but wasn't quite sure how to answer the question.
Jessie seemed to have all the plans and even David wasn't sure where
all of this was heading. He'd need to talk with her but she was going
to be busy until George finished off.
"Well, I'd like to explain is all right now but this is getting me
hot", David exclaimed, "mind if I join in?".
"Not at all, she is your "girlfriend"", Geroge replied.
David dropped his pants and moved in behind Jessie, pushing her to all
4s. He lifted her skirt and checked out her pantyless little ass. He
shoved his cock forward into her cunt causing her to grunt around her
the cock stuffed down her throat. Jessie could feel an orgasm
building, the first of many for the night she assumed. She was her
father's favorite peice of ass and he hadn't had the chance to fuck
her since the divorce. "This is going to be a long night", thought
Jessie as David pulled his cock from her sopping cunt and slammed it
into her little teen ass. "Oh well, for what I have planned for my
bitch mom, this is worth it", Jessie reasoned.

[Punky Girl]

NOTE: Okay, why do I have ELEVEN e-mails right now from people who say my writing in this story is messed up?!? I mean, duh, of course there are typos! Of course there are mistakes! Of course there are inconsistencies! I'm just trying to write this little story the way Rache said... argh. I mean, it's true: I could write some things, save, edit, etc like I usually do. But the whole point of "add a scene" is supposed to be "write what you can, don't worry about editting", right? Anyway, I for one think this is still a good story, and getting better, too. To all the haters: Start your own "perfect" Add a scene" or shut the fuck up already!!!! Grammar Nazis are so not in vogue.

That'a all! /note

**

Tasting her father's cock was like tasting a meal one hasn't had in years. Instantly she remembered the taste, instantly she remembered what it was like to be forced to suck his thing, to pleasure her father, to be his little slut. It'd been so long since Jessie had had this particular meal, though, that the 16-year-old girl was shocked by its sudden reemergence in her mouth.

David had been so willing, too, to share her. But he knows how important Dad is, that's why, she told herself as she licked her tongue around her dad's hard cock. Once he signs the papers David will tell him to take a hike...

They needed her father to sign some documents that would give David, as the newly made husband of her mother, sole custody of Jessie and George, Jr. If he fought it for any reason-- and as crazy as her dad was, he just might-- things could get complicated. Promising him a good young fuck-toy to play with for a little bit-- "Mandy"-- would most likely get her dad to sign anything.

Once he signs it I'll make him go, Jessie thought. And I'll never have to do this with him again.

When David started fucking her from behind the girl barely noticed at first. She was too concentrated on the cock down her throat. It'd been so long since she'd been with her dad that the girl, despite her hatred for the man, sort of felt compelled to impress him with what she'd learned in the intervening years.

"Ah, good," she heard him say.

She smiled around his cock and thrust her face into it with gusto.

The pummeling David was giving her finally registered a few minutes later. She began to coo and cry around her dad's hard penis and it was all the teenager could do to continue properly service him. She came, hard, when David pulled his thing out of her ass and began to spew his seed onto her slender, pale back. Her dad came soon after that and she gobbled down his semen without a thought in her head.

The well toned teenager was totally spent and exhaustion too over. When David lifted her off the floor and placed her gently on the couch she immediately fell asleep.

**

"I'm not sure what Jessie has told you," the terribly handsome lawyer said, "but your ex-wife and I got married a few months back."

"Really?" George Sr. said.

David nodded. "It was for tax purposes, mostly. Now that she's missing, though, it seems I have quite a lot on my plate, seeing as I'm her husband."

"True," George replied. He sipped his beer and gazed over at his passed out daughter. The man usually liked his pussies younger, but Jessie's ass was round and tight and pointed straight at him. She was the very definition of fuckable.

"These are some standard forms," David went on, "that would give me sole custody of Jessie and George. Signing them would make a lot of things easier."

"Easier?" George Sr. said, playing dumb. He was still staring at his cute daughter's ass.

"For health insurance and such," David said, holding out a pen.

"Hmm," George said. "But what if Amanda comes back tomorrow? Or next week? She's only been missing a few days, right?"

"True," David smiled. "But when have you ever known her to disappear for even a few hours? We have to assume the worst."

"I see," George said. He stretched his flabby form and yawned. "The little slut promised me a cute young cunt, though. Some bitch Amanda 'bought' for you. A feat that, by the way, makes you a lot more awesome at controlling whores like Amanda than I ever was. When we were married I always had to hide the fact I liked young sluts."

David nodded.

"Anyway," George went on, "Jessie said this Amanda... heh, same name as... well, you know. Anyway, she implied the little slut *my* Amanda bought for you was worth my while. Is she?"

George Sr. watched the man narrow his eyes, consider, and eventually nod. "Yes," David finally said. "But she's sort of... recuperating right now."

"Let me see her," George said, standing.

"Like I said, she's recuperating," David said, standing as well.

The two men stared at each other for a good minute or so. Then Jessie rolled over on the couch and mumbled, "Daddy, you want to fuck Mandy?"

George grinned at David. "Yes, darling," he said. "Can you bring her to me?"

The flabby man grinned in triumph as David shook his head but his daughter stood just the same. 

"He needs to sign these forms first!" David yelled.

Jessie, half naked and very toned and sexy, just arched her back and yawned. George could remember, with a sad heart, seeing his daughter like that every day before her bitch-mother had divorced him.

"It's okay," the groggy teen said through a yawn. "He'll sign whatever later."

George took his daughter's hand and let her lead him down the hall to her bedroom. He glanced over his shoulder and saw David glaring at him, obviously angry, and grinned.

**

[Tim Merrigan]

Note: I noticed that Shannon had posted something just as I finished
this. I'll read her segment and decide whether to post this as a fork in
the story, or edit it to fit her segment, or what. What I originally
wrote starts with "When Jessie came to…"

P.S. I sat down to write an intra office memo delineating George's
reorganization of Blinde and Wilder, and this is what came out. Talk
about things going in a different direction than one expects.

*************

Jessie took her father into her old room, where "Mandy" was lying, dead
to the world, covered in dried cum, and bruises starting to show over
her entire body, and wearing nothing but a simple gold chain with a
plane silver cross.

"I see you gave her a cross like yours, have you told her what it means?"

Biting her tongue, Jessie said, "Yeah, I've told her."

"Good, so she has some idea of what to expect. Would you get me a cool
damp soapy washcloth, and some salve for these bruises, Honey. Oh, and a
comb and brush, too, there's a good girl."

Confused, Jessie did as he asked, then watched, her confusion mounting,
as George gently washed the cum off her girl-mother's body, than put
ointment on each of her bruises, being careful not to hurt her further.
While doing that he carefully and gently examined her vulva and the
entrance to her vagina and muttered, so Jessie almost didn't hear it,
"Good man, just as I requested."

After that he gently and carefully combed and brushed Amanda's hair,
being careful not to wake her, until, except for the bruises on her
face, she looked exactly like the picture from her Jr. High yearbook,
leaned down, planted a fatherly kiss on her forehead. Then he whispered,
apparently forgetting Jessie's youthful ears, "You once said, at the
height of your very first orgasm, that you never wanted to loose that
feeling, and that you never wanted to grow up. Well, now you won't do
either. Happy 14th, Mandy, six months early, and 25 years late. You gave
me what I wanted most, now I've, finally, given you what you wanted
most." With that he flicked a finger across her clit, at which she
shuddered in her sleep, and stood up.

As he turned to the door he saw Jessie standing behind him, slack jawed,
gobsmacked by what she'd seen and heard. "You're still here? Shew, let
her sleep," herding her out the door and, checking that there was a
nightlight, closed the door behind them.

As she recovered her senses Jessie said, "You knew? And you still love her?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now weren't there some papers
you wanted me to look at?"

"Knew what?" David asked as they came into the living room. George shot
a look to Jessie.

"Nothing important. Now where are those papers?" Jessie said.

After a great deal of negotiation, concluding with, George and Amanda
having full joint custody of their three kids, one adopted, Mandy,
George, Jr., and Jessie, with full visitation rights by all parties,
with said custody to transfer to the parties spouses, if any, should
anything happen such that either party could not fulfill his or her
obligations. All to be implemented by Judge Windloth, looking as though
it was part of the original divorce settlement.

That taken care of, they decided to celebrate with another ass fuck and
blowjob.

When Jessie came to after the chock fuck her father had given her, not
letting her come up for air till she had passed out, Daddy was still
cumming in her mouth, David was still in her ass and grinning like an idiot.

"Man, Jess, you've never squeezed me like that before, we'll have to do
that some more."

George said, "Yeah, she's always been good at that, but she claims to
hate it. Don't you Hun?" stroking her hair, just as he had done every
time she'd blown him since she was six.

When she had finished swallowing and cleaning his dick, Jessie glared at
the two men, though she didn't pull off David's cock, "Damned straight I
hate it. I don't like passing out. And I especially hate it after you
killed Debby at The Club when I was ten doing it.

"David, finish up so I can clean you up and we can get to work."

George, in a slightly annoyed tone, said, "But Hun, she was terminally
ill and would have died before her seventh birthday anyway, and I paid
the snuff fee up front, so it's not like I did anything wrong.

"Why do you keep going on about that? It was nothing."

"She was my friend!" Jessie shouted. "The only real friend I ever had
there, the only friend I could talk about our lifestyle with. And you
killed her," she whimpered.

Just as David was cumming, George crouched down and cradled Jessie's
head against his chest saying, "But Honey, you knew that she begged her
father to put her in the snuff pool. That she wanted to die at The Club,
among her friends and family, doing what she loved most, not in a
hospital, a pincushion of tubes and sensors, among strangers. And that
she asked for me specifically to finish her off.

"Besides, Harding's made nearly ten million from that video, with 10%
split between me and Debby's father, you've made out pretty well from
it, too."

With that Jessie's demeanor changed back from morning to anger, "You!
You! You… made… money…."

She started hitting him, and tried to stand up, but George tightened his
hold on her head and held her in place. "Of course we did, Harding's
running a business, one he enjoys immensely, but a business,
nonetheless, and all of his top actors, or their 'agents' if they're
underage, get a cut.

"Now turn around and clean your stepfather..." reaching under her chin
to take hold of the little silver cross.

He waved his hand across her chest searching for it. Then, in a fit of
seeing red anger, backhanded her with a closed fist across the face,
throwing her across the room, "Where is it you ungrateful bitch! You
know you were never to take it off, for any reason, ever! Until your
18th birthday, you're still my property to do with as I please, whether
you're wearing your leash or not!" He kicked her in the stomach. "Got
it!" George shouted.

Jessie whimpered, "I gave it to Mandy, your new toy, as a present to
you. Please don't hit me again Daddy. I'll always be Daddy's Little
Girl, no matter what."

George calmed down just as quickly, his outbursts never lasted long. He
reached down to help Jessie up, he didn't apologize, he didn't think he
had anything to apologize for, his attitude being that taking beatings
was part of women's and girls' proper place. Besides, she wasn't wearing
her leash, and that was appropriate punishment.

By now Amanda and George, Jr., both naked, were standing beside each
other, in the door to the back hall watching the last few minutes of
this encounter, and just as glad they weren't part of it, though they
were both rubbing themselves while watching.

Amanda, beginning to internalize her new place in the household, and
still/again being horny, on seeing David's semi erect and shit and cum
streaked cock, ran to him to lick him clean. She couldn't help herself,
though she thought the shit would be disgusting and probably make her
throw up, but instead, she found she liked it, and that it was turning
her on. Deep in the back of her mind, and getting deeper all the time,
the old Amanda thought, 'What's happening to me, just a few hours ago I
had the best cum of my life from a brutal five way gang-bang, and now
I'm eating shit, and not only liking it but getting turned on by it.'

When she reached David she bent at the waist rather than getting to her
knees, unconsciously "presenting" to George, Jr. Not being one to miss
an opportunity for a free fuck, Junior walked up to her and plunged his
cock into her sopping wide-open cunt. He thought he felt a little
resistance at first, as though something were blocking the entrance to
her vagina, but he didn't think anything of it and soon forgot it entirely.

As her son entered her Amanda felt a slight twinge of pain, as though
something were tearing. She'd only felt anything like it twice before,
25 years ago, when she gave George her virginity for his 14th birthday
present, and two days ago when David first fucked her at the beginning
of this nightmare (dream come true, "Mandy" interjected), but that
couldn't be, could it, not with all that's happened in the last two days.

[Punky Girl]

**

The rest of Saturday was just that: a day of rest. After fucking her son, ex-husband, and former lover, Amanda Childing was laid back into the bedroom that had been her daughter's. The strange thing was that George Jr. was laid down next to her while Jessie and David slept the day away in what had been Amanda's master bedroom.

The woman-child woke up with a smile. Her son, physically her age now, had his arms wrapped around her naked and abused young body. At first she enjoyed his touch and she cooed sleepily from it. She even gently reached back and found his semi-erect cock and squeezed it a bit. But then the woman who was now a little girl realized that this was her son and she scampered away in horror.

"What's wrong, ma?" George Jr. asked from the bed. He was barely awake.

Amanda was fully awake, though, and desperate to find some clothing. Everything in the dresser barely constituted as clothes, though: sheer tops, thongs, fishnet nothings. Frustrated, Amanda slammed her tiny fists into the $12,000 antique dresser she'd purchased for her daughter nine years ago.

"OW!" she screamed.

Hands touched her slightly developed hips. "Relax, Mandy," her son whispered as he began to nibble her left ear. "You don't got to get dressed already. I sort of like you like this... all bruised and worn out..."

"Stop it!" she screamed, pushing her rump back into him then spinning away from his hold. "You're my son, dammit! You shouldn't see me like this!"

George Jr. looked confused. "Sons don't fuck their moms, though," he said in a quizzical sounding voice. "And last night... or, well, yesterday at least... we... you know."

"I didn't want that!" the woman trapped in the girl's body hissed.

Her son shrugged and grinned. "You sure as heck didn't hate it..."

Amanda slumped to the ground and hid her exposed little breasts with her knees. She rubbed her temples with her fingers and thought.

"Look," her son said. He was kneeling in front of her with no modesty whatsoever, completely naked. "Dad signed the papers. I think he's gone for good, now. But you're still ours. Me and David's and Jessie's. You know that, right?"

Tears came to the girl-child's eyes. "Georgy," she said, using the nickname she'd given him when he was only three. She reached out to him and said, "I... please... I need someone's help. Please? Things aren't supposed to be this way, they just... they aren't!"

She watched her boy sigh, shake his head, then stand. "Sorry mom," he said. "You're gonna have to wear one of them slutty outfits Jessie bought you. And I hope you choose a good one. Because it's Sunday, now, and that means you're mine for the day. If you want to make up for all the years you missed my birthdays, all the soccer games you 'forgot' to attend... you can start by choosing something sexy today. Something really slutty to wear, to impress my friends."

Amanda gasped and shuddered. Her own son was against her.

He left the room and the woman-child began to really cry.

**

George Senior met Harding Matthews in Central Park.

"Is the girl going to be reliable?" the fancily dressed man asked.

George sighed. "Not sure," he said. "She's very cute, no question. You were right about her age, too. My daughter claims she's thirteen but she could definitely pass for younger. But..."

"But?" the man said, lighting a long cigarette and raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know," George mumbled. "There was just something about her. Forget it."

"Look," Harding said after ticking off some ash from his smoke, "We're not looking to find the next Jessie Childing, here. But this 'Mandy' girl is just as cute, and definitely has potential. Did you watch the video I e-mailed you?"

"Sure," George said. Something registered in his brain. He said, "What do you mean, the next Jessie?"

"Your daughter!" Harding laughed. "Our best selling girl for almost four years..."

"Yeah," George said. He started to think about the girl named "Mandy" again. What was it about her that he just couldn't let go?

**

Jessie suppressed a giggle then hit her mom with the flat of the large brush.

"OW!" the naked girl-woman cried out. The child-mom was naked and curled up in front of the dresser that had once been Jessie's and she looked miserable.

"Wake up!" Jessie said. "Time for Church!"

"Church?" her mom asked, sounding miserable and scared.

Jessie tapped the large brush, the same one her mom used to use to painfully comb out her hair when she'd been little, into her left hand. "Nah. That was a joke. Us Childings are too good for Church, aren't we?"

Her mom sniffed, stretched, then finally crawled up to her knees. She said, "I need some more sleep, Jess... please!"

The 16-year-old girl laughed at that. "Right! Well, that's just too bad, mom. You have a big day ahead of you and you've got to get ready.

"You look like shit, by the way," Jessie spat. "I'd think you'd be glowing after all the orgasms you had the last couple of days. That black eye is sort of sexy, though."

"Your dad gave me that," the girl-woman whispered as she stood. "Of all people, Jess, why did you bring him here?"

Jessie grabbed her necklace, the only thing her young-mom was wearing, and yanked it toward her. She hissed, "Why was he here? Are you fucking kidding?" The teen-girl smacked her mother, hard, sending her small and frail body back to the floor. She grabbed her by the hair, then, and yelled, "Where the fuck were you when he was raping me? Huh?"

"I didn't know!" her mom sobbed.

"Well, you should have," Jessie said, standing to her full height. "If you'd been around more, you definitely would have. But you weren't, and now you're mine. Mine and David's. But today is Sunday and that mean's we're giving you to my brother."

"Please," her mom pleaded, "I don't want that... I think he likes to hurt me... for no reason!"

Jessie laughed long and hard and kicked her mom, lightly, in her waist. "Oh, he has reasons. Me and David and Dad, and even George, we all have reasons to hate you."

The 16-year-old teenager watched her barely 13-year-old mother sob on the floor. "Please," she begged, "I'm so sorry... but I just want to..."

"Hiya, mom," George Jr. said.

Jessie grinned and looked at her brother. He was dressed well and had a satisfied look on his face. 

"No," the woman-girl on the floor hissed.

"She's yours," Jessie said. "Have her home by midnight."

"Sure," George said. He gripped his mom by her thick head of hair and licked her left cheek. "You'd better be good for my friends, mom. If you aren't I'll hurt you pretty bad."

Jessie heard her mother moan in despair before shutting the bedroom door.

**

[Tim Merrigan]

George, Jr. looked from Mandy to Jessie and back again.

"You know, you two match, Jess, you should probably put something on
that shiner if you go out today, and, from what I saw last night, maybe
you should get yourself another one of these," lifting Mandy's cross,
"if you don't want Dad giving you another one of those," pointing to the
swelling were George, Sr. had hit her.

"And you," turning to Mandy, and gut punching her, just a skosh harder
than playfully, "If you aren't ready in five minutes, you'll be going
out like this. All you'll need are a skirt and a top, don't bother with
panties or bra."

Amanda resignedly crawled to the dresser and took a top and a skirt from
the drawers, without looking at them, than went to the closet, which was
full of more slutty dresses, jackets, and shoes, some of which
streetwalkers would be ashamed to be seen in. She grabbed the least
uncomfortable looking shoes she could see, a pair of bright red, open
toed, four-inch stilettos. When she looked at the top and skirt she'd
grabbed they turned out to be a sheer purple stretch "tank top" barely
two inches wide, it would cover her nipples, but not much else, and a
four inch wide strip of bright pink venal, that, if she wore it low
enough on her hips, might cover her crotch. She double-checked the
skirt to be sure it wasn't actually a belt, but it was indeed a skirt.
She put them on and, for the sake of modesty, grabbed a "jacket" from
the closet, a bulky, white, faux-fur sleeveless vest that barely reached
her waist and couldn't be closed in front.

George gave her a wolf whistle, "OK, times up. Let's go."

Unbelievingly, Amanda felt her pussy moisten at the whistle, while
'Mandy' struck a pose, and said, "All right big boy, let's go," and
taking George, Jr.'s arm, hung on him as they walked out, (Amanda
wondering where that was coming from.)

Jessie, called out, "You kids enjoy yourselves, now," as they went out
the front door. "And, Georgy, don't forget, be back by midnight."

George flipped her off by way of reply, and closed the door behind them.

[Tim Merrigan]

[Tim Merrigan]

Tim Merrigan wrote:
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Oops, forgot to paste the installment.

NOTE: This doesn't fit in the time line anywhere in particular; it's
just an interlude from George's first day at his new job.

***************

Blinde and Wilder Intra Office Memo

To: All Blinde and Wilder employees

From: George Childing, Sr., Senior Manager

Subject: RizenCorp employee relations policies

(Parenthetical notes indicate policies to be implemented, not included
in the memo)

1. The former B&W Executive Suites floor will be converted into an
employee childcare center available all employees, staff, and
contractors. To be staffed by qualified child psychologists.
This facility will be available as soon as remolding is completed.
(Any employees whose children show no indications of abuse,
particularly sexual abuse will quietly be found to have unrelated
reasons for dismissal. All employees will have unsupervised
access to the childcare floor, regardless of whether they have
children there.)
2. Commencing immediately what was formerly designated as "Casual
Friday" will now be "Bring your daughters to work Friday". (The
more sexually precocious and provocative the daughters' behavior
the better for her parent's future employment. For younger
daughters changing tables will be installed in all men's
restrooms. Women with daughters needing changing will have to do
so at their desks, in a Men's Room, or trust a male co-worker.
Any complaints either of men taking advantage of young girls, or
of women, in the men's rooms will be dismissed, out of hand. Oh,
all right, if you absolutely insist you can bring your sons too,
but they'll be restricted to the childcare floor.)
3. There will be new dress codes and sexual harassment policies.
(What the courts and women's rights advocates call sexually
hostile environments will be winked at, if not encouraged. Women
will be, de facto, required to wear dresses or skirts, not to
extend below the knees. In house "sensitivity training" will
actually explain how to get away with sexually harassing and
hostile behavior.)
4. Inter- and intra-office fraternization will not be discouraged.
(If you want to boff your secretary, or her daughter, go for it.)
5. No one will "sleep their way to the top" here. (On the other
hand, particularly 'friendly' young girls couldn't hurt their
parents' or grandparents' chances for promotion.)
6. All offices and cubicles will be remodeled. (All men's offices
and cubicles will be equipped with desks with large knee wells
allowing ample room for a person sitting on her hunches under the
desk, equipped with hinged backs allowing discrete access to the
knee well without the occupant of the desk having to move, and
arranged perpendicular to the cubicle entrance or office door.
All women's offices and cubicles will be equipped with open backed
desks, arranged parallel to the office or cubicle entrance, such
that anyone walking past or into the office or cubicle can, should
he choose to do so, easily see up the occupant's skirts. The
reception desks, both building and departmental, will be open
fronted, and on rises, such that a normal adult walking into the
office or building will be at eye level with the receptionist's
crotch when she sitting at her desk.)
7. New socially conscious hiring policies will be implemented.
(Registered, and known but unregistered, sex offenders,
particularly those whose offenses involve children, and especially
their own or those of close friends or relatives, will be given
preference. Also all current employees and all applicants will be
given psychological profiles to determine, among other things,
their sexual proclivities. The results will contribute to
downsizing or hiring criteria.)

"Do you have all of that, Mary?" George asked.

Taking her mouth off his cock, "I think so Sir" and she read back the
memo and noted the not to be published policy changes from the notepad
computer she had with her under George's desk.

"OK, send the memo over the inter office network, and see to the
implementation of the other things."

Mary sent the memo, the other things would have to be done from her
desk, and went back to sucking George off.

As she crawled out from under his desk, she said, "I'm looking forward
to those new desks. Oh, and Jenny is going to love coming here, she can
never get enough of seeing you."

[Punky Girl]

NOTE: Has anyone put any thought into how they want to be recognized/credited when I (eventually) post this story to my SOL.net account and story site? I don't want to break up the contributions by chapters because some of the contributions aren't chapters; I'd rather do something like put into brackets [ZEEB] at the beginning of his contributions and [/ZEEB] at the end. Maybe make the name of the contributor a link to their SOL.net page, too, if they have one? Thoughts?

Also, just an FYI, I'm going to proof/edit everyone's contributions before posting (hopefully I'll be able to catch and fix any inconsistencies too). I hope no one minds! The point of this exercise is to just write-write-write without proofing so all of us (me especially!) are guilty of some errors...! It's going to be a while before I do this so there's plenty of time for suggestions and debate...!

Oh, and Tim? As you'll see with this entry of mine I'm working your memo-submission into the story's timeline! Maybe I can make it a little "prettier" when I do the final edit before posting the story to my account/site, but I just thought for now it'd be neat to make it fit because I really like how you've handled the George Sr. character. :)

Last thing! Pretty soon, I think, I'm going to start trying to "aim" the story toward its conclusion... not just yet, but soon! I appreciate all the foreshadowing/hints the contributors have made so far with this in mind...! Anyway, though, all good things must end eventually and this story is no exception. It's already up to a whopping 27,000+ words (not including my submission below, which is way longer than I meant it to be!!) and when it gets closer to 40,000 I think I'll move it toward its end (but not before then!).

Anyway, thanks again to everyone participating! This is fun, isn't it? :P

/note

**

The tune his iPhone rang out indicated that it was the CEO calling. That meant, of course, that George had to take the call.

"Fuck, I just saw the SOB," he grumbled. With a sigh the Senior Manager at RizenCorp pulled his cock out of his new secretary, the mother of his little daughter Jenny, and grabbed a towel. He wiped off his sweaty hands and grinned at the woman. "Hang tight, I'll make this quick."

He gave one look back at the attractive young blond suspended from his office ceiling by her arms and legs and grinned. He loved tying Mary up and he knew she didn't enjoy it one bit which only made it more enjoyable for him. Just for fun he spun her swaying body and she groaned into her ball-gag as her suspended body swung in circles four feet above his office floor. Her bound arms and legs were taught and he knew she must be in incredible pain already; the swinging just made it worse. He chuckled a little then went to his desk, grabbed his personal cellphone, and answered it on the last ring.

"I got your memo," the CEO said without greeting. "So you're serious about moving full speed ahead with our new acquisition, huh? Working on a Sunday and all..."

"Definitely," George said. He couldn't keep his eyes off the slowly spinning young woman, naked and bound, just ten feet away. It was distracting. Despite his preference for younger girls he loved seeing Mary all tied up, naked, and in obvious pain. He especially loved the fact that it was pretty obvious the woman needed to cum, and cum hard.

"Very well," Harding replied. "We'll probably have some significant turnover before we get the right people into key positions, but we can afford that. I'm having my secretary draw up a list of some good candidates from other branches of the company we might want to transfer to the Blinde and Wilder division."

"Good," George said. He walked around his spinning secretary and loudly slapped her firm round ass. He grinned at the whimper she made into her ball-gag and said, "Soon our 'acquisition' will be providing the Club with dozens of new 'models'. It's going to be a goldmine."

"Yes," Harding said. "Incidentally, this new girl your daughter found is already incredibly popular. Over three hundred orders for her video from Saturday night and it's only been available to our clientèle for two hours or so. That rivals Jessie's sales, back in the day..."

"Yes," the man said, suddenly distracted. Every time he thought of the girl known as 'Mandy' his mind wandered off. It was probably just the fact that the child was his daughter's first "find" that made her so special for him, but he wasn't positive of that. She'd been a good fuck, too, but lots of girls were good fucks and he'd never been so preoccupied by one like this before. 

What was it about her?

"One thing before I let you go," Harding said over the phone. "The whole reason you suggested we acquire Blinde and Wilder for this new division, as I recall, was because you wanted to be able to fire your ex-wife. Is she still missing?"

George slapped his hanging secretary's ass hard in anger. "Yes, dammit-all!" he said. Over the sounds of Mary's crying he continued, "And I'm fucking pissed about it. Of all the times to go AWOL... I've been dreaming of seeing the look on her face when I fired her ass for months. Months! It's like she somehow knew what was coming and just took off to avoid it..."

"Well," Harding said, "We'll keep her on the payroll for now, if you want. So if she returns you'll still have your chance to fire the bitch."

"I appreciate that," George sighed. Mary was really groaning in pain, making his cock rock hard. Hoping to end the phone conversation he said, "I'm heading back to Connecticut tonight to settle things there but I'll be back in the city on Wednesday. Maybe I'll stop by the Club...?"

"You should, yes," Harding said. "Pjerin and I were talking earlier. He has some good ideas for his newest model... you definitely shouldn't miss it."

Mandy George thought. "Yeah," he said, licking his lips. "Alright, I'll see you then."

He ended the call and placed his cock at Mary's exposed wet cunt. With one brutal thrust he fully penetrated her and the sound the bound and gagged woman made was one of both pleasure and pain. He thrust inside her again, and again, each time thinking of the beautiful little brunette his daughter Jessie had "acquired" and wishing it was her suspended from the ceiling for some reason.

Mandy, he thought again. What is it about her?

Mary was groaning around her ball-gag and he grinned. "How about we make another baby, slut?" he said as he rammed his cock into her one more time. He came just as she did and grinned at the knowledge that his little slut-toy was no longer on the pill. 

"Another little whore like Jenny," he panted into her ear, imagining raising a child that resembled his daughter's Mandy. He delighted at her squeezing cunt as he pumped his sperm inside Mary's athletic body. "That's right, there's a good girl... let's make us a little Mandy..."

**

Amanda Childing refused to talk anymore without being asked. She resisted the temptation to beg, too, because that was just as risky. Instead she just sat silently in the backseat of the town-car with her son as they were driven to his friend's house. 

Talking out of turn might make her say something she'd regret; something her son would hurt her for or something that might be embarrassing. The woman looked down at her small, girlish body and shook her head at the memory of posing for her son in a sexy stance. What's wrong with me? she thought.

She couldn't trust herself anymore so she just kept silent.

"So what's the first thing you do after I introduce you, Mom?" George Jr. asked her.

The woman, remembering his instructions, dutifully replied, "Smile and undress."

"While saying...?" George Junior prompted. 

"My name is Mandy and I'm George's little cock-slave," she repeated what he'd told her earlier from memory.

"Good," the boy grinned. He was rubbing her smooth thigh and grinning like an idiot. "I like the black eye, by the way. Dad sure knows how to decorate a slut."

My son, Amanda thought with dismay. He was pushing his hand up her non-skirt, rubbing her between her legs, and nibbling her slender neck. He wants to make out. My own son...

The car slowed and pulled over to a stop before his tongue got too far into her mouth, thankfully. The door was opened for them and the driver averted his eyes at the sight of the scantily clad young girl-woman. "Shall I return at 11:30, sir?" the man said.

"Yeah," Amanda's son said with a smile. He stood out of the car and offered her his hand. She took it and stood out, too, with a feeling of dread in her stomach.

"Remember what I told you to do," George whispered to her as he led her toward the building. "If you fail in any way I'll do to your right eye what Dad did to your left. And that'll just be for starters."

Amanda nodded and shuddered. There was nothing else she could do.

**

Jessie Childing finished applying the makeup to her eye. She turned her pretty head this way and that to examine her work in the bathroom mirror.

Pretty decent, the young woman thought. Except for the slight swelling her black eye was now all but invisible. She smiled, added some lip-gloss to her lips, and began to bounce out of the bathroom.

The 16-year-old was interrupted by David, stumbling into his body after trying to exit the bathroom. 

"You look very... elegant," the man said, putting his hands on her hips. She was wearing a lovely dress that was just a bit too big for her, a dress she'd stolen from her mom's closet, and a $50,000 diamond necklace she'd gotten from her mom's jewelry collection. She would be damned before she started wearing her dad's leash again, but this necklace was refined and beautiful.

"Thank you," she said. "Does my eye look okay?"

The man gripped her chin, turned her face, and nodded. "It looks fine. The other one, though, is a mess."

"Huh?"

David crushed his fist into her right eye and she went down, hard, collapsing backward onto the bathroom's linoleum's floor. Before she could think a thought the love of her life was on top of her teenage body, pinning her to the floor and cursing loudly in her face.

"You stupid fucking bitch! Who gave you permission to cover up your eye?" he screamed. 

Jessie moaned in shock. Never, in all the months she'd been with David, had he done anything violent to her. "Wh-what?" she begged.

The man hit her again, this time with an open hand. "Shut the fuck up! God damn I'm sick of listening to your whining!" he said.

To the girl's horror she realized he was pushing up the long, silky red dress she was wearing. He's getting ready to fuck me! the panicked teenager thought. No, no, not like this! We only make love, he never does this...!

Her thoughts were cut off when the large, well-built man yanked down her panties and pushed her thighs apart. He said, "You're my daughter now, get it? You're mine. I'm fucking tired of you acting like the Queen Bee around here. From now on you're going to do what I say, when I say it, and if you disobey me there will be hell to pay."

Jessie didn't even whimper when the man she loved thrust himself into her dry cunt. She was too shocked to cry, too saddened to resist. With her dress bunched up around her waist she just relaxed, falling back into the perpetual state of submission she'd been in back when her father was still married to her mother.

"You're... going to be... Mandy's mistress... still," he panted as he plugged his cock in and out of her body. "But... from now on... you'll know... you're my slut... you'll... do what I say..."

"Okay," she whimpered.

The 16-year-old felt completely defeated when her cunt got loose and wet and she felt blood rush to her chest and face. Well before it actually happened Jessie knew she was going to cum. She sobbed as her 'lover' raped his cock in and out of her on the bathroom floor and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out in pleasure when he filled her womb with his seed.

"Good slut," he told her as he stood up over her body. "Remember what I said. And, oh, we're not going out tonight anymore. You look like shit."

Jessie sobbed even harder as she watched the man she thought she'd loved leave the bathroom.

**

"I think that's good," George Jr. said. "Whoever wins a round can come back here and do to her... well, whatever!"

Amanda heard her son and his friends laugh and could not believe that none of them had protested. 

Isn't there one person in this city with a conscious? 

She was literally tied up on a bed, her arms splayed out to either side, her legs pulled back and wide. Her ass and pussy were exposed and her head was propped up with a pillow to make her mouth "available". The woman-child hadn't resisted at all when the boys did this to her because the last thing she wanted was another black eye. She was certain, now, that her son would hit her again. He was just as cruel and uncaring as his father.

They left the room and she could hear them trading insults while they played their video-game. The girl just stifled her sobs and tried to focus. Need to get away, she thought. She tested the rope that bound her to the bed and knew instantly there was no way to escape, not right now. She'd enrolled George in the Boyscouts when he was young and he'd obviously learned how to tie good knots well.

After a few minutes the tallest of the boys who'd put her in this position, Terrence, walked into the room. The rest of the boys, her son included, were chanting, "FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER!", egging him on.

She groaned as Terrence unbuckled his pants. He placed his hard little stiffy at the entrance of her wide-open vagina and plunged forward.

**

[Tim Merrigan]

Note: As long as I get credit for my contribution I don't care about the
mechanism.

I'm enjoying this, I hope you all like this short segment, I've hinted
at this previously, now I've said it outright.

I was thinking maybe you, Shannon, hadn't noticed George's talking to
Mandy in the bedroom, but now I see that, that was his subconscious
coming to the surface, and he really doesn't, quite, remember it. I
presume his hitting her and fucking her that night occurred in a scene
not written yet (or I missed a posted segment)

BTW I like you're making RizenCorp and The Club connected.

**************

Terrence plunged in at full force and Amanda screamed.

The other boys all abandoned their video game and came running to the
door. Terrence, in absolute ecstasy, shouted, "God Damn! Man, you didn't
say she'd be a virgin! Man, you're the greatest; bringing a virgin to
our party, and not even taking her yourself first."

George, Jr. and Amanda were both confused, though between the pain of
her unaccountably freshly torn hymen and the pre-orgasm she was already
starting to feel as Terrence continued to gently fuck her, she wasn't
thinking straight anyway.

George said, "But, but, that's not possible, she's been fucked almost
constantly for the last three days."

Terrence said, "Look after breaking in both my sisters at least half my
cousins, and the entire 6^th grade cheer squad, I know what fucking a
virgin feels like, and your little friend here was a virgin as of five
minutes ago."

Mandy, breaking through with her impending ecstasy said, "Quit your
fucking blabbing, and get to fucking already, before I die of boredom."
While Amanda thought, from the back of their mind, 'Stop! What are you
doing? You're encouraging them.' Mandy thought back, 'Damned straight, I
haven't had this much fun in 15 years, not since you forced me down
after the first time I shared Jessie with George on her first birthday,
and we bought her that cross we're wearing. Just like the one he'd given
me for my 14^th birthday, with the promise that I'd never have to grow
up and I'd never be far from an orgasm, as long as I did anything and
everything he said.

'Oh, and speaking of orgasms,' Mandy moaned and screamed, "Oh God… Yes…
Yes… Don't stop… Don't ever stop…." As in the few seconds the
conversation in her head had taken, Terrence had picked up the pace.

[zeeb]

Jessie sat back at the apartment with an ice pack on her eye. "How had
things gone so wrong?",She thought. David was supposed to be her lover
and her partner. Everything she thought they had was turning out to be
a sham. All her life she had just wanted to be in control. Just when
she thought she was finally getting to be in control of her life David
turned on her. Jessie realized she'd traded one abuser in her father
for another in David. At least when mom was in control and Dad was
gone she wasn't being forced into all sorts of sexual abuse. She had
to figure out how to turn things around, but would Mom even want that?
The way 'Mandy' had came while sucking Jessie's ass shit off of
David's dick worried her. She had loved watching her mom be abused but
more and more she seemed to be turning into the whore that Jessie had
wanted, only now she wished she could undo it all. Was it even
possible. A tear rolled down her cheek but she wasn't going to cry.

[Tim Merrigan]

Jessie, hoping for a friendly shoulder to cry on, called Steve, her
boyfriend from school.

"Yo. Jess, babe."

"Steve, can you come over. Some stuff's happened and I'm semi grounded."

"'Semi' grounded?"

"I can't leave, but I can have people over. Besides, I don't want to go
out like this anyway."

She disconnected, used the phone camera to take a picture of her face,
sent it to him, and called him back.

"Man! What happened to you? You look like you've been in Ultimate
Fighting bout."

"Daddy came by yesterday, after he heard that Mom had disappeared. And
then, last night, David hit me too."

"You're mom disappeared? Never mind, I'll be right there, we can talk
about it then, tell your door man to let me in."

Jessie disconnected, then called the door man from the buzzer.

****************

Steve Worthing, who had been reading Shawn and Lilly by "Punky Girl" on
SOL when Jessie called, pulled his pants on, washed his hands, and
headed for the door.

Damned straight he would go to her, he'd gotten rock hard as soon as he
saw her face like that. Damned bitch had been playing the virgin with
him for two years, that was about to change.

[zeeb]

Jessie was trying to devise a new plan. David was trying to be
incharge now and that ruined all her plans. With her Dad back in the
picture and without David to look after her that could spell disaster
for Jessie and she wasn't about to be sucked back into the lifestyle
of abuse her father used to put her through. Steve would come help
her, maybe she could turn the DVDs over to the cops or better yet,
find that gypsy and get him to change her mom back so she could do it.
Steve was a good guy and although Jessie had been more or less
cockteasing him for the better part of two month she was sure he cared
for her and she could exert her influence over him. David had left to
do some paperwork and George was still at his nerd games so Jessie had
the place to herself.
She went to the bathroom and had just finished touching up her other
eye when she heard the buzzer ring and she buzzed Steve up to the
apartment. "Show time", Jessie though. "Here comes my knight in
shining armour".

[Tim Merrigan]

"Mary, come in here, bring your pad, I have a new memo," George said
into his intercom.

"Yes Sir," Mary said as she came into the office, and, not seeing Jenny,
sat in the secretary's chair, spreading her legs to give George a clear
view of her shaved, naked pussy.

"Subject: further employee relations.

"The floor below the childcare floor will be converted into a full
service infirmary, available, at no charge, to all employees and their
families, and offering full prenatal and maternity care, including a no
questions asked or anonymous no age limit, abandoned baby/child service.

"Do you have that, Mary."

"Yes Sir, infirmary, prenatal and maternity care, abandoned baby
service, got it, Sir. Will there be any parenthetical notes, Sir?"

George thought for a second, "No, I don't think so, I think the people
who need to know will figure it out. There's no need to inform either
the medical or child protective authorities, though."

"Yes Sir.

"Oh, speaking of prenatal care reminds me, I took a home pregnancy test
this morning, after I finished throwing up, it came up positive."

George smiled, "Congratulations," looking into his knee well, he
continued, "You hear that, Jenny? You might be having a baby sister you
can help train, or a baby brother to play with you."

Mary heard a muffled grunt from under the desk.

"OK Mary, take care of that memo, send it to all recipients, and start
the ball rolling on building the infirmary, and remember, only in house
contractors."

"Yes Sir," she said, flashing a view down her collar to her bare tits,
though she knew Geor… Mr. Childing, wasn't particularly a "tit man", she
did it out of habit as she stood from the chair and went back to her desk.

[Punky Girl]

NOTE: Tim! Yes, you're right, I sort of ignored your one entry where George Sr. talked to Amanda... sorry! It was an honest mistake that I will correct in the edited/posted version of this story. I'll probably end up removing what George said in your entry because, now that my entry has contradicted yours, I think we should keep with the "her ex-husband doesn't know it's her" for now, don't you? I mean, not every character can know everything about everyone else, right? Plus, the "mystery" about who she is (from his point of view) is kind of interesting, and should be fun to play with. Let me know your thoughts!

To everyone else! Thanks for the e-mails, but please just post your comments here instead! Feedback in this thread will not, as one of you suggested, disrupt the story... I think positive feedback will just encourage others to participate. Thanks!

/note

**

Amanda felt the boy cum inside her.

"Ugh, nice," he grunted. "That's how you fuck up a young slut, guys."

The woman, confused and exhilarated, stared up at Terrence's face. He was handsome, looked sort of like her son, but he definitely needed to lose some weight. She heard one of George's friends say from behind, "Move away, it's my turn!"

"No," her son told him. "You have to win a match first."

"Aw, fuck," the skinny boy said. "I suck at shooters. Just let me do the slut already..."

"She's not a slut," Amanda heard one of the other boys say. "She was a virgin until just now!"

"Whatever," the skinny boy said again, pushing back the other teenager. Looking to her son the boy said, "I really... I mean, I need this, George. Please? I've never... you know..."

"Tell you what," her son told the boy. "Get five kills in the next battle and you can have her mouth for five minutes."

"Even if I don't win the match?" the skinny one said, hopefully.

"Yeah," George Jr. said, grinning back at his young-mom. "Get five kills and you get her mouth. Get ten, and shit... I'll let you have her pussy!"

"Alright!" the skinny boy said.

After that the boys were gone and Amanda Childing was alone again: naked, tied up, and a virgin once more even though semen was swimming around inside her tiny body. What's going on? the girl thought. 

Nervous and confused, the girl-woman struggled but managed to look down at her spread legs. Sure enough she was pretty sure she could see that her hymen was back again even though it was obvious she'd just been fucked.

I'm a perpetual virgin, she thought as she whimpered in pain. Even when I'm 34 again I'll still regrow my fucking hymen, now! I'll grow old as a god-damned virgin!

She started to cry, mostly from confusion but also from the pain. 

Amanda would have cried even harder if she'd known the real truth of her situation, though.

**

"...and George has her now, with his friends," Jessie sniffed. "She'll be back, though, before midnight. David will be home around then, too..."

Steve held the lithe 16-year-old gently and fought off the urge to push her down on the sofa. His girlfriend had always been a control freak and had denied him her pussy since they'd started dating. He only put up with it because, frankly, she was easily the hottest girl who'd ever shown an interest in him. He wasn't exactly the most attractive of boys, nor was he very popular at school. He was just a weed-smoking lazy-man who was coasting his way through the private school his parents had generously donated to. Having such a hot girlfriend, a Sophomore no less, was beyond his wildest dreams.

"Okay," he told her, sort of wishing he had the courage to become the Alpha Male he saw himself as in his fantasies. Instead, as always, he was moved into the role of the kind and submissive boyfriend from the mere feeling of Jessie's body against his. With a sigh he gently held her and continued, "Look, you said David was like a father to you, right? So what would you do if your father started hitting you and abusing children? ...I mean, I know he's hit you. Sorry. But I mean, what if he was doing to you what this asshole is doing to this Mandy girl?"

He expected an immediate answer and was surprised when he didn't get one. He was even more surprised when the hot girl in his arms started to sob.

"Whoa, okay," he said, cradling her in an attempt to comfort her. Confused he said, "I just meant, if that was happening you'd go to the cops, right? If your dad was... molesting you?"

"I... I guess," the girl said.

"Then that's what you should do," Steve said, loving the way she was pressing her firm body so close to his. "Go to the cops and tell them what David's doing to Mandy..."

"No!" she said, suddenly pushing away from him. "We can't get the cops involved! I mean... they'd... they'd..."

"...what?" Steve said.

His girlfriend collapsed into him again. "It'd just be a big mess," she mumbled. "We can't call the cops. We just can't."

Steve sighed and stroked her hair. "Alright, alright... no cops," the 18-year-old boy said. "But I can't just sit around knowing David and your dad are hurting you and this Mandy girl like this. I mean... David's even gotten your brother involved? What's next? He'll be fucking you, that's what!"

Jessie sniffed and blinked her eyes at him. His heart always fluttered a bit when she did that.

"I have to do something," he said, realizing that her left hand had dropped to his crotch. Did she realize it? Was it on purpose? He said, "Have to stop him..."

He sighed when she pressed her hand between his legs. She does know, he thought. 

"You could," she said in a soft, whispering voice. "Stop them, I mean. If you took care of David... Daddy would know not to mess with me anymore... you know?"

Never before had a girl unzipped his pants but that was exactly what Jessie was doing to him, now. He almost forgot her words until she stopped the motions of her hand once his fly was undone. Realizing she was staring up at him expectantly with her large, wide eyes, he said, "I can... stop them?"

"Yes," she purred as she pushed her hand into his slacks. "If David was... taken out.. Daddy would get custody of us. David's already made up all the documents for Mandy so it'd be totally legal and she'd be... safe, under my care... you know?"

The feeling of her hand on his cock was exquisite. He adjusted himself on the sofa and sighed. His raging teenage hormones overruled any of his good sense and he said, "But... how would I... oh, Jesus... how would I... 'take him out'?"

Just then she squeezed his cock and started to expertly tingle her cool fingers over it, playing with the head and shaft like it was an instrument.

"Easy," the girl said. "Mom keeps a gun in her closet safe. And I know the combination."

The hapless boy would have said anything then to keep her stroking his cock. He would have agreed to anything. And a simple nod of his head was all it took to get Jessie Childing to slide off the sofa and wrap her lips around his dick. It was his dream come true and watching the beautiful girl expertly lick and then suck on his cock was even even better than he'd ever imagined it could be.

He grunted and groaned throughout the first blowjob of his life and the boy just said, "I'll get rid of him for you, I'll... fuck... I'll get rid of him... yes...".

And he meant it.

**

George laughed at the sight of his "mom" begging for his best friend to cum. He snapped a couple pictures just as his friend blew his load into her body. The girl-woman thrashed so hard while the boy came that her arms fell loose from their bindings.

"Damn," George said. "We need to retie her again!"

"That's the third time!" Mick grinned. "My turn!"

George watched his friend reattach the ropes to his slutty-young mom's tiny body and suddenly realized something: she seemed smaller, almost younger, than she'd been before. Was it an illusion? A trick of the light? That's when the boy noticed, too, that her black eye was gone.

"What the fuck?" the boy said as he stared at his mom.

Joseph stood up from the bed, looking very relaxed, and said, "Damn, dude... she felt like a virgin again at first, except for all that cum up in her pussy, ya know? I never heard of anything like that... constant virginity! It's awesome!"

The boy knocked fists with his friend but George just stared at his young mother. After Mick finished tying up her arms again he took his cock out of his boxers and placed it at her pussy.

"Wait," George told him.

"What?" Mick said. "I thought it was open season, now, man!"

"Fuck off," George said. "I need to talk to her a sec. All of you get out of here."

"Fuck that!" Mick protested. "You had your turn with her already, twice! So did Terrence and Joe..."

"I said, 'fuck off!'," George said. He pushed Mick in the chest and readied himself for a fight.

"Geeze, fine," the smaller boy mumbled. "Whatever."

Once the other boys were out of the room George explored his girl-mom's pussy. Sure enough, there was a thin layer of skin over the entry to her vagina. It wasn't just that she kept feeling like a virgin, she really was. And there was blood soaked into the mattress, so much blood that the stain was now almost black except at its perimeter. 

He stood back up. "Mom?" he said.

There was no response.

"Mom?" he said again, this time gently slapping her cute face.

"Fuck me," the girl-woman groaned as if waking up from a dream. "Please..."

George shook his head. "Mom, this is serious! I think... damn, I think you're getting younger!"

"Fuck me, George," she breathed. "I need you in me..."

He slapped her hard this time. "MOM! Snap out of it! I need to talk serious!"

The boy watched as his mother-child shook her head and her expression went from wanton to terrified. She said, "G--George?"

"Yes," he said. "Look, Mom... I think you keep getting smaller. Younger. Every time someone fucks you you seem to shrink a little. Not a lot but... I mean... only yesterday you had tiny tits, but now... well, look! Aren't they even smaller?"

His mother glanced down at her body and stifled a moan of despair. He'd forgotten that she was coated in cum from a night full of fucking from him and his friends. Normally he would laugh at the look of shock and dismay on her face but right now he was too confused by the situation to do anything but stare.

"Just, Mom, look!" he said. "What's going on? Are you getting younger every time someone cums in you or something? Because we've had to retie you up like four times tonight and I swear, you don't look close to 13 anymore!"

"I don't know!" she whimpered. She looked like she was about to break down in a panic but then a whole new expression came over her face. She stopped struggling against her restraints and, with her eyes narrowing, the very waifish-looking girl said in a smoldering, girly voice, "But I know this: you put a baby inside of me the other day. Your seed fought with David's and yours won, Georgey. I'm pregnant with your baby sister."

George stood up, stammered back, and gasped. What the hell is this? he thought in a panic.

His mom just grinned and laughed. "You're going to be your sister's father, Georgey!  I'm going to have a little girl just for you... and when she's born I'll stop getting younger but until then the baby you put inside me the other day will continue to feed on my lifeforce, making me grow younger each time I climax..."

"Who... who are you?" George asked in shock.

His girl-mom giggled. "I'm Mandy, silly boy! I'm the little slut you want me to be... and this little slut needs another fuck!"

George shook his head. He was trembling from fear and confusion. He said, "You... you're not... I mean... we'll get you an abortion... if you are... you know..."

"NO!" she screamed. "That will kill us, George! She grows faster inside me each time I orgasm... she's already nearing the end of her first trimester, after only a few days, but she takes a little of my age with her each time as a result. That heals us, too, as we reverse the aging process... that's why our hymen keeps returning. It makes us strong!

"The reverse is true, too, though," she said, honestly looking scared. "If you kill her... if you end the baby's life before she's born, we will age so rapidly that your mom will die from the shock. This frail, fresh body would literally turn into a six-month-old corpse in an instant!"

"Jesus," George said, running his fingers through his hair.

"I need to go, now," she said, sounding exhausted. "Mandy needs to sleep. But remember what I told you and please, keep the baby safe... and grow her, fast!"

Just after speaking those words his mom's body seemed to snap out of some kind of trance or something. She began to sob and struggle against the ropes again, whimpering while she did.

"M--mom?" he breathed.

"Oh, Georgey, please!" she moaned in obvious pain. Her voice had returned to normal. "Untie me... I'm so sore, I want to go home! Please!"

George looked at the clock. It was only ten minutes until eleven.

He made a decision. Feeling his cock pulse at the sight of his mom, all tied up and vulnerable and knowing, now, that there was a baby inside her womb, he grinned. "Nah, not yet. We have about another hour. And you need another good fucking to speed your pregnancy along..."

"What?!" the girl-woman cried.

He chuckled and got on top of his mom. "Nothing," he said. 

"GUYS!" he yelled over his shoulder. "COME ON BACK! I'M TAKING A SHORT TURN AND MICK IS NEXT!"

Just then he plunged his cock into her cunt, tearing her hymen in the process, while his mother screamed and moaned and ultimately came.

It might have just been his imagination but after her orgasm it felt almost as though her pussy was tighter. He grinned and patted her tummy as she whimpered beneath him.

**

"If your dad gets custody of you again, won't he still abuse you?" Steve Worthing asked. "I mean, how is that better than living with David? Shouldn't we... take care of them both?"

Jessie was resting on the sofa with the older boy, her back to his and very well aware that his cock was getting hard again and pressing against her butt. She grinned to herself: boys were so easy to control. One blowjob and he was in love and willing to do anything she wanted.

"Daddy has a bad temper," she said in her frightened, vulnerable voice. "But he's... he's a coward. Once you take out David and he gets custody of the rest of us, sure, he'll order me around at first. Try to put me on a leash again..."

She turned her body around on the couch so that she faced him as they laid there. Grinding her pelvis against his erection she smiled and said, "But when I tell him that I had a friend take out David... a brave, badass boyfriend who'd do anything to protect me... and that it wasn't just a random mugging... he'll totally back off. He'll leave me alone and in charge of George and Mandy. Believe me, Daddy cares about survival, underage pussy, and money. And in that order. He won't want to risk your wrath."

Jessie felt the boy awkwardly place his hand on her hip. The expression on his face told her that he was almost there, almost ready to commit. "But... what if I get caught?"

"You won't!" Jessie said. "David jogs in Central Park every other day and I know the route! He has a map of it hanging on the fridge. He jogs real early, too, so know one will be around. You just have to ambush him. It'll be easy!"

"Yeah, but... in those CSI shows, they always find out where the gun came from," he said, sounding both aroused and nervous. "What if they figure out it came from you? We'd both go to prison..."

"That's sort of the best part," she grinned. She began to pull up her dress and she gently rolled the boy over onto his back as she straddled him. "About a year ago my mom had a stalker, some weirdo who'd become obsessed with her after seeing her at some party. Anyway, David was the one who got her the gun, you know, to protect herself. I heard them talking about it here in the kitchen and David flat-out told her: 'the gun is illegal and untraceable so if you do end up using it, just throw it into the Hudson afterwards and go home and don't think about it anymore.' 

"See?" she added as she pushed down her silk panties just enough to give him access. "You'll just have to do the same thing... throw the gun away after. No one will ever know..."

Steve groaned with pleasure as she pushed herself down on his cock. By the way he was staring at her she knew she had him. She was positive he'd do it.

"Plus," she panted, "I'll give you an alibi, if it ever comes to that... I'll tell them you were fucking my brains out the morning David died... I'll tell them you were fucking me just like this..."

Jessie then proceeded to ride the virgin 18-year-old's cock with abandon.

**

[Tim Merrigan]

Punky Girl wrote:
> NOTE: Tim! Yes, you're right, I sort of ignored your one entry where
> George Sr. talked to Amanda... sorry! It was an honest mistake that I
> will correct in the edited/posted version of this story. I'll probably
> end up removing what George said in your entry because, now that my
> entry has contradicted yours, I think we should keep with the "her
> ex-husband doesn't know it's her" for now, don't you? I mean, not
> every character can know everything about everyone else, right? Plus,
> the "mystery" about who she is (from his point of view) is kind of
> interesting, and should be fun to play with. Let me know your thoughts!
>
> To everyone else! Thanks for the e-mails, but please just post your
> comments here instead! Feedback in this thread will not, as one of you
> suggested, disrupt the story... I think positive feedback will just
> encourage others to participate. Thanks!
>
> /note

I don't have a story segment ready but want to respond to this. I kinda
like the idea of young George and old George having a sort of split
personality similar to the Amanda/Mandy split I've set up (and you've
nicely moved along, in a slightly different direction than I had
imagined) and the scene in the bedroom was young George, and when he
said "I don't know what you're talking about" to Jessie in the hallway
that was old George and he didn't. And his noticing that there's
something about her but not knowing what, is young George tweaking his
subconscious.

And, as per your request, and because I don't like taking things off
list anyway, I'm posting it here.

[Tim Merrigan]

"Mommy? What's this?" Jenny asked, walking into the living room
carrying a snub nose .38 revolver.

"Give me that! Right now!" Mary shouted in a panicked tone. "Where the
Hell did you get that?"

Jenny cringed and backed away at the tone she'd never heard from her
mother before, but whenever she'd heard it from Daddy he'd hit someone,
sometimes her.

Seeing her beginning to go into a fetal position, Mary forced her voice
to be calmer, "I'm sorry Honey, I didn't mean to shout," getting down
and cradling Jenny in her arms. "I'm just scared for you, now give me
the gun and tell me where you found it."

"I," sniff, "was looking at some of the porn on Uncle Steve's computer,
and saw it on a shelf in his closet."

"OK, Honey, why don't you go to the park and play? Maybe you can get
some nice man to let you blow him, or maybe even to fuck you, but don't
come back for a least an hour, I need to talk to my idiot brother."

"OK, Mommy. Did I do something wrong?" Jenny said, getting up, taking
her keys and phone, going to the door.

"No, Honey, I just don't want you to hear what I'll be saying to your
uncle. Now go along and enjoy yourself. I'll call you when it's OK to
come back. If I don't call, go to Daddy's office and tell him what
happened. He'll take care of you."

As soon as the door closed behind her, Mary called out, "Steven Jonathan
Worthing! Get your lazy, irresponsible ass in here, THIS INSTANT!"

[Tim Merrigan]

Steve came out of the bathroom, cinching his belt and buttoning his fly,
"Wha'sup?"

Mary slowly and deliberately pulled at the belt of her robe, allowing it
to fall open (she only wore it at all for Steve's sake after he had
complained about her going about the apartment naked). "What the Hell
is this? You God Damned, mother fucking, son of a bitch," she said,
holding up the gun.

"What the hell are you doing? Close your robe! You're my sister,
damnit!" feeling his erection growing as he rushed to pull her robe closed.

Mary shrugged the robe off, leaving herself completely naked as it fell
to the floor and shifted slightly so Steve's momentum had him grabbing
her tits, he held on for a second, and even squeezed once, before
dropping his hands, realizing what he was doing; Mary flashed a quick
grin. "Tell me about the gun, Mother Fucker!" she said in a stiff
voice. "What were you thinking bringing a gun into a house with a
child? And since when do you know anything about guns, anyway?"

"I can't tell you."

Mary stroked his cock through his jeans, and felt him get harder, "And
why not?" she said seductively, then, squeezing his balls, said,
harshly, "Tell me now, Mother Fucker!"

He groaned in pain and whimpered, "It's Jessie's, she said she'd let me
have sex with her again, if I killed her stepfather tomorrow morning
when he goes for his jog."

"You moron, that little slut has been teasing you and leading you on for
the last two years, ever since you started dating her and now you're
willing to kill for her? You know perfectly well that if you wanted sex
you could have had Mother or me for the asking, or even without asking,
for that matter, at any time over the last 18 years, and Jenny for the
last 10, if you weren't such a prude about incest. Not to mention three
quarters of the girls at any of the schools and preschools we sent you
to, that was one of the criteria for selecting them. How you came
through that an 18-year-old virgin is beyond me.

"Now come with me." Keeping hold of Steve's crotch, but no longer
squeezing, Mary went to her bedroom and, guiding Steve to her bed, said,
"Sit." She then selected a top, a skirt, and a pair of sensible shoes
and got dressed, as seductively as she could.

"OK come on. We're going to the GW and getting rid of this thing."

As they went out the door, Mary called Jenny's cell. After three rings
Jenny's muffled voice said, "Can't talk now, busy."

Mary said, "The crisis is past, you can come home any time. Steve and I
are going out; we'll be back shortly."

"'K, bye," and disconnected.

They walked the two miles to the George Washington Bridge and once half
way across, looked around to be sure no one was looking, and Mary threw
the gun as far out as she could, and watched it fall into the middle of
the Hudson river. "You know I'm gonna have to tell George about this,
don't you, and I'm grounding you from seeing or communicating with
Jessie for a while."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And if you want to get off in something other than your right hand,
you'll just have to get over your hang ups and use me or Jenny."

"Yes ma'am."

***********

As Jenny arrived at Inwood Park she was wearing a blue light cotton mid
thigh skirt, a pink T-shirt that said "Fuck Me" on it, purple tennis
shoes, and her cross. She had her keys and phone in a small purse on a
shoulder strap across her torso.

She went straight to the kiddy play area. There were some kids there
already, along with some mothers and nannies. She looked around to see
if she could spot the "dirty-old-men" who were never too far away.
After a couple scans she saw some, sitting on the ground or on benches
far enough away not to alert either the mothers or the occasional police
patrols, but with clear views of the swing set, the sand box, the
slides, and the jungle gym.

She decided to play on the swings, and arranged her skirt so that it
would billow out as she swung forward, showing anyone looking that she
wasn't wearing any panties. After about the third swing she had the
attention of the men watching the swing set, as well as that of a couple
of the boys in the playground. Than an olive skinned man with black
bushy hair and mustache in nondescript clothing, walked straight to her,
took out his cock and proceeded to fuck her, right in the middle of the
playground, as though they were alone. When no one tried to stop him,
Jenny looked around and saw that no one else seemed to notice anything
unusual was going on, though the men watching, and a couple of the
mothers were watching more attentively than they had been.

"Jenny, is there anything about your life you'd like to change?"

As she started to feel her cum building, she said, "Well, it would be
nice if Daddy could live with me and Mommy all the time."

About than he came, filling her with cum, which triggered her cum. At
her peak she thought she heard him say, "OK."

As she came down he was walking away, putting his cock away. He pointed
to a freestanding restroom in the middle distance, and said, "There are
some boys in there looking to party."

When she thought back on the encounter later she could never remember
any particular features about the man.

She shrugged, got off the swing, and went to the indicated building.
When she got to it she didn't see anyone around, so she went into the
men's side. There were half a dozen high school boys there sitting on
the sinks and in the stalls drinking beer and being generally rowdy.

"Um. Excuse me, can someone help me?" She held up her skirt, "I've got
this gunk on me, and I can't get it off," indicating the strange man's
spunk leaking from her pussy.

They all looked at her, than said, in unison, "Fresh meat," leapt to
their feet and mobbed her. They had her stripped in less than a second,
and a cock in each of her holes in less than a minute, and one in each
of her hands, leaving the sixth boy to stroke himself. Jenny smiled.

As each boy came he'd switch positions first with the one masturbating
himself, than with the two getting hand jobs, until each of the boys had
cum in each of her holes at least once.

As the second boy in her mouth was finishing her phone rang. Dropping
one of the cocks she fumbled around for it, till one of the boys handed
it to her. She opened it and said, with her mouth still full of cum,
"Can't talk now, busy!" listened for a second, than said, "'K, bye,"
flipped it closed, dropped it, and groped for the next cock.

[Byter]

/NOTE - Hi, all. I stumbled on this thread from the FF site and
thought I'd jump in. I like the effort all of you have put into this,
and I encourage you to continue!

While it wasn't a true "blitz" approach, this is definitely a rough
draft. I started with a specific scene in mind, but the first
thousand words became setup to that scene. I hope you like mood of
the piece. I'll see about working in the rest of the scene I
envisioned at a later point.
NOTE/

The crack of the front door slamming shut startled Jessie from her
daze. After Sunday's "discussion" with Steve, having everyone out of
the house on Monday morning had made the day seem bright and allowed
her to forget the events of the evening after everyone had returned.
After slipping into the perfect petticoat skirt, she was standing at
the mirror deciding which blouse would look best with its mid-thigh
black ruffles. And then her morning preparations were interrupted by
the text message from Steve.

"U R screwd!" it had begun. "Mary found IT! Don't know whaz gonna
happen! dont call. cant talk"

Jessie had felt her knees weaken as she started at the small screen.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed in her new room, she had tried to
compose an intelligent reply. Questions raced through her head. Did
Mary know why Steve had a gun? How long ago had she found it? Who had
she told? Dread had filled her, minutes slipping away by the handful
as the questions and their ramifications paralyzing her from taking
action.

"Jessie!" boomed a man's voice, out of sequence thunder to the door's
lightning. "Jessie! Come out here right now!" George Sr.'s voice was
unmistakable, and she had not heard that tone in years. The new
stimulus shocked her to attention, catapulting her from the bed. Still
clutching her phone in one hand and her forgotten blouse in the other,
she stumbled from the bedroom on numb legs.

George almost didn't believe the words coming from his mobile as Mary
explained what she had found and what Steve had told her. All his
doubt vanished a few long strides past the door as Jessie all but fell
out of hallway and into him. The stricken mask of her face told him
everything he needed to know.

"Daddy! Wait!" squeaked from her lips as her arms instinctively raised
their feeble shields before his obvious rage. "I didn't..." Her words
choked off a his hand caught her by the neck and, without breaking
stride, flung her toward the living area.

Jessie landed against the rear of the sofa, her phone flying from her
hand as she flipped over the back to crumple to the floor. George
rounded the end table and stared at his stunned daughter. The impact
had knocked a breast free of her bra leaving a single hard nipple
pointing crazily into the air and outlined against the shock-induced
pallor of her flesh. The crimson blouse, still in her maniac grip and
partially draped over her bare belly, provided the only color relief
from her bone skin and the dark circles surrounding both eyes.

George felt himself stiffen at the sight of his helpless baby girl.
Sprawled before him dazed and completely at his mercy, her image
banked his anger from the white-hot flash of only moments before into
simmering coals.

"Look at you," he spat, disgust replacing his blood lust. "Didn't I
raise you properly? Didn't I teach you how to be Daddy's perfect
little girl?"

Jessie's head rolled toward him, tracking his voice even while her
eyes were closed to fight the spinning in her skull. George's eyes
tracked the long line from her chin to her chest at the motion.

"And this is what I get. I get a snotty bitch who thinks she's in
control, a little cunt who thinks she is better than a man." George
squatted down next her head, his rising tone belying the casual grace
of his movement. "I get a woman who thinks she can get away with
killing a man!"

Jessie opened her eyes slowly, fighting to cut through the fog in her
mind and focus on her father. The harsh inflections in his voice, and
the obvious effort he was making to control himself, had her spine in
an icy grip.

"Clearly," the senior Childing continued, honeyed smoothness creeping
into his speech, "you have forgotten those lessons. Is that it, little
angel?" He extended a hand to stroke an errant lock from Jessie's
face, "Is it just that I've been away too long? Have our lessons
floated away over time?"

Jessie barely caught herself before flinching away from his fingers,
but she couldn't stop the shallow gasp when he ended the caress by
flicking his fingernails across her exposed nipple. She knew what
agony he could bring with such seemingly casual motions, but she
thought his sudden smile indicated he misinterpreted her sounds as
pleasure. She watched his eyes track the traitorous bud of flesh as it
responded to his brief contact.

"Well, honey, it seems we're going to have to resume our sessions," he
explained. "But that's okay. I shouldn't have expected you to never
stray from the path. We'll just have to start with a few remedial
topics." Still on his haunches at her side, he leaned in close, almost
whispering.

"So, my little treasure, I can't say that all is forgiven, but we can
see how your probation goes." Smiling a death's head grimace and
nodding slowly, he prompted her, "Do we have an understanding?"

Jessie hadn't expected anything like this. Peering into her father's
too shiny eyes, she could not help but feel relieved. From facing
certain death, she now saw the light at the end of the tunnel. Daddy
could be terrible, true. But he could also be so wonderful to her. She
felt her chest, and things lower in her body, relax at the
realization.

"Yes, Daddy," she began, "I understand. You'll teach me again, and
I'll still be your little girl," her words, colored with breathless
relief, trailed off as the last of her sentence seemed to displease
her father.

George shook his head slowly, his eyes locked on hers. "Oh, my poor
Jessie. I'm afraid you don't understand." Breaking their gaze and
sweeping his vision across her form, still sprawled limply where she
had fallen, he corrected her. "No, Jessie, you see, good little girls
with minor problems can remain as their Daddys' little girls while on
probation, but you haven't been a good little girl in some time. And
your most recent offense is so very severe. If you make it through
probation you might someday again be my little girl, but for now." He
trailed off, a hand stretching to cup the base of her breast, to
absentmindedly knead the full flesh of a young woman. "No, you have
become something else entirely."

Returning his focus to hers, "You, Jessie," his voice growing slow,
growing deep, a cold river of destiny, "are fuck meat."

[Byter]

/NOTE - I got in the groove and decided to finish the scene I had
envisioned. Enjoy!
NOTE/

The deadness of her father's tone popped the balloon of Jessie's new-
found faith. The warm sense of child-like security that had bubbled
up around her thoughts fell away, and the moistness between her legs,
her automatic response to her Daddy's approval, became a clammy filth.

"You see, Jessie," the stranger leaning over her continued, "you're
not a young girl anymore."

As though becoming aware of his hand still surrounding her breast, he
wiggled it from side to side in an attempt to cause her generous C-cup
mound to flop about. His tone again light, "You've matured. What
might have been a cute playfulness in a little princess is treacherous
deceit in a woman. And women, Jessie," the edge of cold steel
returning to his voice, "serve men. You will now serve men, Jessie.
You will be fuck meat." Biting off each word for emphasis, "Fuck.
Meat."

Jessie felt his grip on her breast intensify with each syllable and
become a painful pressure that radiated through her chest. Shocked by
this sudden change in her father, she almost cried aloud at his
absentminded abuse only to for him to suddenly release her tit and
again change his tone.

"So, meat," he began anew, as though part of friendly banter, "you
realize that you're no longer going to get away with the hijinks to
which you might have once been accustomed."

George smoothed his hand over the breast it had just mauled and let it
slide downward. It seemed to find its own route on the tight flesh
across her abdomen and down her side to the newly swelling hips
exposed above the top of the skirt.

"You might also," her new buddy reminded, "recall how I handle little
girls who are no longer useful."

The fingers probing at her hips and thighs receded from her awareness
as Jessie recalled Terri and Debby.

"Surely Daddy couldn't treat me like that," she thought to herself.
"There is no way he would ever just," she could barely imagine
it,"just, dispose of me."

The feel of George's fingers slipping between her labia brought her
back to the present. Something was different in his touch, something
was off. His examination was almost mechanical, as though his
wandering hands were acting out of reflex.

"Not only are you almost too old," her tormentor's voice droned on,
almost lost as a buzzing in her ears, "but you will simply never look
like you used to." Pulling his hand from between her legs, George
gave a resigned sigh and clapped it against her thigh, squeezing the
flesh, "I hate to have to tell you, meat, but you're getting fat."

Against all expectation, Jessie found herself dragged back to full
attention on his words. "Fat?" she thought. "I'm in great shape...
aren't I?"

George rambled on as though she had spoken the question aloud, "It's
not that you're fat for a young woman, meat. It's just that, well, I
don't see you getting any younger, and you'll never get back to that
girlish figure we both loved."

Jessie lost control and whimpered wordlessly at the complete
resignation in her father's voice. Her inner voice echoed with
astonished defeat, "Fat? Fat!" While all she yearned for was to be
older, to be more mature, to be able to attract a man like the
despised David, she was devastated to think that so many men, her
father included, might never again look at her that way. That they
might find her... Old? Unattractive? Disgusting?

George's reverie was broken by the sound from the girl at his feet.
Shaking away the cobwebs of memory, he cleared his throat and
recovered his tack in a his leadership voice.

"So, my little fuck toy, perhaps I failed you by letting you get so
far out of control. But don't let it worry you."

He reached one hand toward Jessie's neck, wrapping it beneath her chin
and around both sides, while the other dropped to casually stroke the
bulge again growing in his slacks.

"I'll do what it takes to make you the best little piece of fuck meat
you can be, little one. I'll break you back down, strip you of these
bad habits, and build you back into that perfect little girl.
Besides..."

Keeping his hand firmly clamped around her neck, he dropped the other
between her legs and took hold of her lips.

"Besides, little cunt, you are mine." With a shake of his lower hand,
"THIS is mine. And I don't own anything but the best!" Leaning in
close, his nose almost touch hers, Jessie could see the determination
in his eyes.

She felt the heat of him, the force of her father's presence, and the
absolute assurance of his ability to make her what he wanted, what she
needed to be perfect. That confidence combined with pressure of his
palm against her clit surprised her with its intensity and a sudden
shift from fear and confusion to renewed adoration.

"You want to be Daddy's little girl again, don't you, cunt? Don't you
want to be the best?"

She knew how insane he could be, and she know how little he cared for
her, but to be this focus of attention was intoxicating. She DID want
to be the best, even in this small way, and to be the best for him.

His grips growing harsh with excitement, Jessie was all but lost in
the grinding pressure on her clit and the tension on her cunt. Her
answer, muffled by his choking grasp, started with a throaty moan.

"Yes!" Jessie found herself straining against the floor, attempting
to thrust her sex against her father's hand while reaching for him
with both arms. "Yes, Daddy! Make me perfect again!"

Almost at the point of orgasm, Jessie gasped as he drew his hand from
between her legs. The electric charge remained, though as George
shifted his head to rest his cheek against hers.

"Very good, little Jessie. Very good."

His words soft, their breath barely tickled her ear. He planted a
kiss on her earlobe and sucked it into his mouth to briefly nibble it.

Murmuring quietly, once again speaking with the gentleness reserved
for cherished infants, George prepared her. "For now, Daddy's little
cunt hole, just remember one rule." Almost below the threshold of her
hearing, she strained to make out, "No hands."

Bruising force drug Jessie's neck, followed by the rest of her body,
from the limp position. George sprang from his crouch to thrust his
little slut against the front of the sofa. Jessie's head flung back
onto the seat cushions as her legs scraped across the carpet, dragging
them open and extending away from her.

"Open you mouth, fuck meat!" he bellowed, pressing her neck and skull
into the fabric. Standing over her, George used his free hand to pull
open his fly allowing his now fully hard member to escape.

"I'm going to fuck your throat and teach you how a good girl is
supposed to give her body to her Daddy! You got that, cunt? You're
mine! Any you give yourself to me completely!"

Her addled brain finally catching up to the last few seconds, Jessie
couldn't suppress a momentary struggle against the vise-like pressure
around her throat. The thrashing of her legs was hampered by the
skirt that had slid down her thighs from the rough trip across the
carpet, and she only succeed in spreading the backs of her thighs
open. The pile of the carpet pressed a scratchy intrusion against her
recently tortured sex, and she felt it smear her own wetness across
the back of her legs.

The bra, having slipped off one shoulder, also caught her arm halfway
toward its goal. She only manged to reach one hand to the crushing
pressure at her neck. As soon as her hand touched his flesh, she felt
George's response as his free arm landed an openhanded blow to her
cheek.

"Can you hear, fuck pig?" her Daddy screamed at her, bits of spittle
flying from his mouth. "I told you not to use your hands!"

He emphasized his point with a rough shake of her neck that tossed her
half the length of the couch and back. The piping on the couch
cushions dug into Jessie's back as it was dragged across them, and she
could feel the skin immediately begin to redden into friction burns.

Bringing his free hand back to her face, he began shoving his fingers
deep into her mouth. Pressing her tongue out of the way, he forced
them against the back of her throat, gagging her and flooding her
mouth with saliva. She again reached for his arm only to check her
motion at his shout.

"Hands! Hands, you little cunt!"

Hanging in the air, midway to her violator's arm, she felt her fingers
curl into a claw, the only reaction allowed by her self-imposed
impotence to pull the offending object from her throat. Jessie could
handle deep throating without problem, but she was completely
unprepared for this assault.

"Good, fuck meat, good. Daddy is proud of your control."

Even as she heard his praise, Jessie felt both hands rock against and
away from her, as though he was thrusting against her. With her neck
craned against the sofa, she could only stare toward the ceiling and
make out his face and shoulders as they bobbed into view.

Pulling his hand from the girl's mouth, George wiped it across her
forehand and down her cheek. Ropey strands of saliva clung to her
skin and began trickling away, mixing with the tears and snot already
leaking from her eyes and nose.

The obstruction suddenly clear from her throat, Jessie coughed,
propelling from her mouth an accumulated mixture of spit and phlegm.
She felt the sticky mass burble past her lips and splatter, dripping
down her chin and onto the hand holding her in place.

"Oh, good girl," George cooed. In a sing-song voice he congratulated
her, "Daddy likes it when his good little girl is all wet and messy."

The sudden shift of her name thrilled Jessie. The extreme panic of
moments ago faded under his words until she caught sight of him.
Having relaxed his grip on her neck, he was letting her see his full
body. His free hand, still slick from its exploration of her mouth,
was working up and down the length of his cock. Under its coating of
gooey fluid, it was as hard as she had ever seen it. She had no
trouble interpreting the look on his face. Far from being enraptured
for her, he wore a cruel smirk that dashed all hope of love or
compassion. It was obvious he still considered her to be meat, an
object, a breathing sex doll for his sole amusement.

George intently watched the changes flow across his little fuck slut's
face. Beneath the mascara that was beginning to run down her cheeks,
he could discern the tightening of skin at the edges of her eyes. She
knew the game, now. She understood it fully.

"Yes, little cunt, you've got it."

Leaning forward he began rubbing the head of his penis across her
forehead and over her eyes, forcing her to close them and listen only
to his words.

"I said I was going to make you the best, and that's what is going to
happen. You're going to be the best," pausing, he leaned away to
allow her to watch him again, "or you're going to die trying."

Even as her fears were confirmed, Jessie could only watch as he thrust
forward, his dick leading the way directly into her mouth. He speared
between her lips and rammed home his entire length. Caught on an
intake of breath, Jessie sucked his head fully into her throat and
found her nose pressed against her father's waist.

Instinct won out with immediate panic. The full pressure against her
tongue, her cheeks, and even the soft palate, was too much for her.
Perhaps she could have worked with it in some other instance, but the
slimy coating of her own spit and mucus sealed his member into her
beyond any ability to cope. She felt the white blizzard of fear wash
away conscious thought, and her body began to thrash and convulse.

Quickly changing grips, George switched one hand to Jessie's chin and
the other behind her head and wrapped in her hair. The sickly
wheezing sound of his daughter's frantic attempts to draw a breath
around his shaft added the perfect counter note to the delicious feel
of her struggles against its head. With her legs stretched out flat
to the floor in front of her and her back braced against the sofa, she
didn't have near the leverage needed to push away from him. He
relished in the sensation of using almost his full strength to hold
the wildcat in place while she flung her arms into his sides and
pulled with her neck. It was conquest. It was how a man was supposed
to take his pleasure.

Just seconds into the onslaught he saw the tears streaming freely down
Jennie's face as her body tried to protect itself from all invasions.
Makeup ran from her eyes down her cheeks and along the side of her
nose, mixing with bubbles of snot forming as his minute thrusts let
sips of air in and out of Jessie's body. Most of all, he relished the
warm, wet drizzle leaking from her mouth with every stroke. It seeped
around his shaft, coated his balls, and then dripped and scattered
from his swaying sack onto his pig's exposed breasts. Somewhere her
bra had pulled free of the second tit, and now both were being
splashed in sloppy, bubbling fluid. A runnel of her various juices
flowed between her breasts and pooled against the abandoned underwire.

Jessie didn't remember anything until she was doubled over, coughing a
wet hacking cadence as her lungs attempted to purge the intrusion.
Her throat raw, each spasm ripped at the tender flesh as well as
sending sharp jags through the muscles of her back that aided
breathing.

"There, there my sweet little cock warmer," the voice intruded on her
misery, "the first few seconds are always the worst."

The intent of the words bloomed in her shell-shocked consciousness.
It wasn't over.

"You've gotten past the hard part. Now you just need to go with it."

Too weak to open her eyes, she sensed her father, her owner, lean
down. A hand began rubbing the back of her neck, gently flushing away
the tightness she hadn't know was there.

The voice, now a comfort instead of a disruption, resumed. "I imagine
it feels like hell. That you thought you were dying. But you know
you belong to me, and you know the only thing worth being is perfect.
Sure, you're risking it all."

His position changed, another hand contacting her chest and rubbing in
slow circles, brushing and tweaking her oddly sensitive breast with
each pass.

"But isn't this the only think /worth/ risking it all? Don't you feel
good about risking everything to please your Daddy?"

Jessie couldn't force her brain to sort through the rollercoaster of
the past few minutes. From the initial fear of her Daddy's arrival
and the stunning fall over the sofa, through the loops and dips of his
mentoring diatribe, to the final assault on her very existence, she
had experienced far too much for it to settle into a cohesive
thought. But the gentle caress of his hands felt nice. And her Daddy
could be so nice.

"Mmmmm", she murmured, leaning into the arm stroking her breasts.

"That's it, Jessie", the man crooned, "Riding that edge feels good,
doesn't it? Risk it all for Daddy."

She felt the arms shift her position back against the sofa. Eyes
still closed, firm hands straightened her shoulders and positioned her
head upright. When the still-firm flesh pressed against her lips, she
luxuriated in the feel of it sliding into her. Leaning forward to
fully accept the offering, she felt surprising joy as it grew and
returned to its former size.

Looking down at his nearly comatose daughter, George Childing, Sr.,
delighted in the sight of his manhood disappearing into her face. He
had spent years teaching her to be his perfect little girl, but it had
obviously gone wrong since he had stopped being present in her daily
life. As he started his rhythm, gently rocking his cock to and fro
and enjoying the sloppy sounds of fucking her mouth-cunt, he knew he
could salvage the situation.

"Women are made to serve men in any way we want", he confirmed to
himself. "I'll be damned if my little girl is anything less than a
perfect fuck toy for all the men in her life."

Increasing his pace, George again took hold of Jessie's head with both
hands. Their encounter had started her on the path to recovery, but
he had a couple more lessons before they could call it a day.

Jessie had lost herself in the gentle rocking of the her Daddy's mouth-
fucking. Many good days from her childhood had ended just like this.
While he like her to give him head, after she had been particularly
good, he would do all the work. She would lie back while he worked
himself in and out. His spunk would flow into her mouth, and she
would swallow it all down. Daddy would lean over, pat her head, and
kiss her lips.

"No muss, no fuss," he would say, and she would giggle and curl up
under the covers for a blissful night's sleep.

Her drowsy state slipped away as reality began to differ from memory.
Daddy's hands again slipped around her head, and his motion became
more insistent. Instinct opened her jaw wider, and she rolled her
eyes up toward the man using her.

"That's it, baby," the man said, "look up at Daddy while he fucks your
face. Yeah! Aren't you a good little fuck slut! Stick out your
tongue, Jessie. Protect Daddy's cock from your teeth."

Jessie quickly complied with his instructions. The texture of his
engorged shaft pressed against her tongue, and droplets of pre-cum
ooze from its end, filling her mouth with their taste. He was
continuing to press deeper, and it was starting to tickle the back of
her throat. Just when the sensation was getting to be too much to
bear, he drew himself completely out of her mouth. The moment to suck
down a full breath and swallow alleviated the growing sensation of
choking.

George continue the pattern of increasingly deep thrusts and brief
rests for several minutes. He couldn't get over how willing his
daughter had become to service him. That, plus the renewed leakage of
tears and other things was producing a lovely mess on her face.
Feeling his arousal grow, George stopped trying to control his actions
and let his instincts take over.

Jesse felt the the change. The hands on her head grew tight, and the
pace grew faster. Almost immediately she felt his thrusts return to
their former bruising level of intensity. Reflex started raising her
arms to ward off this new development, but her the burning ache in her
shoulders stopped her motion. Once stopped, she felt her arms drop
listlessly to her sides, uselessly hanging there despite her
directions. The all-out nature of her earlier struggle, when her
father had first assaulted her throat, had been more strenuous than
any upper body workout. The muscles in her shoulders, overtaxed,
simply failed to respond.

Her lover, her assailant, fell into a steady pattern at the new pace.
She felt the abandon with which he rammed his cock as deep into her
mouth as possible. The tip, bumping the back of her throat and
bending slightly, rasped across the most sensitive triggers of her gag
reflex. After the first, harsh, stroke, it would pull back, almost
leaving her mouth, and her body would emit a barking cough at the
punishment. The timing of the pistoning member didn't allow a full
breath, though. The next few strokes were short and only just reached
the back of her tongue. Jessie struggled to suck air through the
froth of snot and saliva the facefucking churned in her mouth.

With minor variations, Jesse felt the pattern repeated over an
incalculable time. Her body, drained from its early battles, could
not offer a meaningful fight. Her world became the whiplash rocking
of her head and the pile driver impacts of the meat in her mouth. Her
subconscious told her what was happening. She was meat. She was a
thing, a thing being used, a thing intended to be used. As though
both out of body and still inside, should could feel the pounding, the
gasping, the choking, and she could envision how her body looked.

Her father held a rag doll in his hands, its head at waist level while
its body splayed out beneath him with its feet stretched away under
the standing man's legs. The doll shook and twitched in the man's
hands. The man was dancing, gyrating, thrusting his hips forward and
back. All the while the doll's head stayed near his waist, and its
arms danced at its sides like marionettes with damaged strings. The
doll was clearly damaged. Stains trailed down its body. Bright,
shiny tracks of glistening goo coated it from head to the floor
underneath its ass. Foamy bubbles erupted from its mouth to the
accompaniment of an orchestra of sounds. Gasps, weezes, and whistles
provide the counterpoint to grunts and moans.

The man was dissatisfied with his toy, or very satisfied. He hurled
invectives upon it as though it could understand them and respond.

"Oh, god, take it you fucking slut!"

"Yeah, keep that mouth open, you dirty fuck pig!"

"Gag on it! Gag on it, cunt. Worship my cock with your throat, you
fucking worthless fuck meat!"

The picture started to dim. As though a the television in her mind
was loosing focus, the edges of the picture started to blur and fade.
Darkness enchroached from all sides until she could only view the
center of the action through a tunnel. A close-up the doll's head
expaned in her vision. With the red and purple dick slamming in and
out of its mouth, she could see the flush spreading across the doll's
cheeks and the half-lidded eyes with no focus. The man, continuing to
enjoy his sport, did not notice it seemed to have stopped moving, to
have stopped making the funny sounds.

Jessie jolted back into herself as a startling warmth spread across
her thighs, between her legs, and under her ass. She felt her pussy
spasming, the walls clenching and trembling while a rush of her own
juices cascaded out of her cunt and drenched everything nearby. Still
feeling the dull thuds of Daddy's cock savaging her mouth and throat,
her thoughts were disjointed. This didn't feel like an orgasm, at
least not like anything she'd every experienced. It wasn't nearly as
intense, as sharp, but it did feel good. A warm glow spread out from
her sex and encouraged a drowsy peacefulness.

Just then Jessie felt her body rebell. She had gone down on countless
men. She had experienced fat cocks, skinny cocks, long cocks, and
short cocks. She could deepthroat almost any of them, and she knew
how to handle anything that would not fit. But she had never felt
this before.

She had never been so thoroughly objectified by anyone. She had never
endured such a constant pumping. The repeated changes, the impacts
across her tongue and throat, the pressure and suction induced by the
motion and the coughing, all of them became too much for her delicate
body to withstand.

Jessie felt her gorge rising, pressure building at the base of neck
and racing toward her mouth. Still exhausted, still shocked, there
was nothing she could do but observe her body's reaction. The vomit
filled her mouth, the liquid warmth appearing too quickly to taste.
He lover's cock, still sealed between her lips and deep in her, left
little room. Pale liquid jetted around it and sprayed across her
Daddy's stomach. Smaller twin streams erupted from her nostrils and
coated her upper lip. The end of the first spasm left her enough time
to taste the sharp, bitter solution. A wracking cough atomized the
remaining swill and propeled another burst from her.

Mortified at this putrid mistake, Jessie could only struggle weakly.
Fatigue continued to weigh heavily on her limbs, but her mental strain
was even worse. Clearly she had let her Daddy down. Certainly no
good little girl, not even a piece of worthless fuck meat like her,
was supposed to fail so miserably.

At the same instant, George Sr. finally received the reward for which
he had been working. As the yellow juices exploded from his
daughter's face, he felt true contentment. The past several minutes
of seeing the little slut below him, her entire body limp and totally
submissive, had been supremely arousing. He had fucked women like
this, with total abondon and complete disregard for their responses,
but even then they had usually squirmed or moaned or tried to shift
away from his advances. He almost could not believe how his daughter
had reverted to insensate meat.

Driving his cock into her mouth, repeatedly violating her, and
watching her just hang there, conscious but unresisting, had turned
him into a wild animal. His dick felt like a steel bar. He wasn't
sure it had ever been this hard. Now, seeing her retch and heave, and
feeling the warm foulness as a result, banished all doubt she was his
to use as he saw fit. His gaze greedily lapped up the sight of her
body, bruised, pale and covered in a rancid mixture as a testament to
her devotion.

His orgasm came during the third wave of her nasea. The combination
of smooth lips and rough teeth, accompanied by her sub-human chorus of
gagging and chocking, pushed him over the edge. He was transfixed by
a few fleck of her stomach's contents caught in the fine hairs on her
left breast when the latest jet of warmth filled her mouth and
surrounded his member.

The first pulse of his semen mixed in her mouth and joined the
sprawling mess leaking across her body. Pulling out and taking his
prick in his free hand, he position himself above her head as he
jacked off the rest of his orgasm. Bits of filth dripped from his
hand and penis as he worked the remaining shots of cum onto the top of
his toy's head. Watching each spurt land in her hair and soak against
her scalp drove home her utter degredation and prompted a long series
of ejaculations. Finally spent, he stepped back to appraise his work.

"That's my little fuck slut," he beemed down at her. "You've shown
you can still take direction, if motivated, and we've even started
slimming you down."

Jessie, released from the hands holding her upright, collapsed against
the couch. Still stunned from the whirlwind of the last few minutes,
she knew she wasn't acting like herself, and she already felt a thread
of disgust at the vile substances coating every inch of her body. The
small ball of sun at her center, though couldn't be denied. She had
done a good job for Daddy, and he had praised her. Letting her head
fall back against the cushions, she gave up trying to process
everything and let her exhaustion drag her under its waves.

[Tim Merrigan]

George, Jr. came into the apartment with a naked, apparently 10- or
11-year-old, leaning more towards 10, Mandy.

"Sorry I'm late, Sis, but things came up. You don't have to worry about
Mr. Matthews, though; we're just coming from The Club, and have your
money and the next video. Mandy loved it, this time … Mom … not so much,
but she hardly ever comes out any more, anyw…." Trailing off as they
came fully into the apartment and saw, first the mess left by Jessie's
attempt to exert her dominance, and then George, Sr. and David sitting
at the dining room table with Jessie under it, naked, alternating on
blowing them, with a hand stroking the one she wasn't currently blowing.

When Mandy saw them she cried out ecstatically, "Porgie!" ran to George,
Sr., crawled under the table, pushing Jessie aside, and sank his cock
balls deep down her throat.

George was more than a little shocked. He hadn't heard that pet name in
over 15 years. Not since Amanda had kicked him out the first time, on
Jessie's first birthday, when, they had agreed, he would break in her
mouth cunt, and begin her training as, first Daddy's Little Girl, and
than as a properly, totally, submissive woman.

She'd let him back in later that night, on two conditions, one, that he
never call her "Mandy" again, from then on she was always "Amanda", and
two, that he never touch Jessie in any other than a normal fatherly
manor. He'd agreed. And she'd made up for it by letting him fuck her
bloody that night and further by never complaining of anything he did to
or with her, no matter how brutal, violent, or demeaning, including
selling her for an occasional evening at his underground sex club.
(Which she was always taken to blindfolded, and the blindfold never
removed until they got home again.)

He kept the first part of the agreement; he'd never called her Mandy
again…. (He suddenly grinned, there at the table, with little Mandy
sucking him off…. Except, once, a couple months ago, a peculiar old man
(funny, he could never actually get a fix on him in his memory) had
asked him in the Park, if there was anything he'd like to change in his
life.

He'd said, "I'd like my Mandy back."

The man then sat the little girl he'd been holding to his chest and
openly fucking down, and, with a pat on the bottom, sent her to her
mother, who had been waiting patiently while they talked on the jogging
path, walked away in another direction, nonchalantly putting his cock
away, and said, "OK."

… then the memory was gone again)

…and only violated the second part when Amanda wasn't around. Which
happened more and more as she got caught up in her work and rose through
the ranks at the import-export firm of Blinde and Wilder. Normally
working 70, often 80, and sometimes 100 hours a week. Of course she was
paid a high six-figure salary, with bonuses occasionally pushing it into
seven figures, for this, but it gave George a lot of free time with Jessie.

Another result of that fateful evening was that Amanda never called him
"Porgie," again. A name she'd given him when she was six and he seven,
(he being six months, to the day, older than her) when while playing a
game of Pimp and Whore, he had hit her for real, leaving a bruise, for
the first time when she refused, as part of the game, to let him put his
cock in her mouth. After that she started calling him "Georgy Porgie"
after the nursery rhyme, and after a while that got dropped to just
"Porgie."

When Mandy finished with George, Sr. and was licking the cum off her
lips, she took the gold chain off her neck and put it on Jessie, "I
think this is yours." Jessie flashed a brief pleading look at Mandy,
mouthing, 'Please help me Mommy,' and, without moving the cross, went
back to sucking David. Mandy mouthed back, 'Looks to me like Daddy's
doing just fine helping you,' patted her on the top of the head, and
crawled out from under the table.

She than ran to Amanda's room and, pulling a chair over, since she
couldn't easily reach the top of Amanda's dresser any more, opened the
secret compartment, whose existence she'd blocked from Amanda's mind, in
Amanda's jewelry box, and pulled out a simple gold chain, and a plain
silver cross. One link of the chain didn't quite match; where Mandy had
had it repaired many years ago, after Amanda had ripped it off their
neck and thrown it across the room after Jessie's first birthday party.
Even George didn't know she'd kept it. She held it lovingly for a second
looking at it, with fond childhood memories, fond, masochistic,
submissive, memories. Then put it on and skipped back to the living
room, knelt in front of George, Jr., where he was on the couch playing
one of his video games, opened his fly and put his cock in her mouth.

[Punky Girl]

NOTE!

I hope this story keeps going! I really do! I've enjoyed working on it here and I've enjoyed the constant tug-and-pull, too! I also hope I can to participate once in a while in other such efforts; I hope there will be an "Add-A-Scene III" or another "Round Robin" or whatever. But for this story, as of now and as I always say, all good things must come to an end... and my (public) participation in this one sadly has come to an end. :(

For so however long people continue to enjoy adding to this version of the story here, I hope they continue to do so (Byter? I really liked your entries!). I'll definitely be interested, as a reader, to continue reading it!

As a writer, however, my last entry in this thread marks the end of my contributions to it. Why? Because I've written thousands of words in private that I hope to post one day soon to SOL.net which, sadly, I could not over the last few days. This isn't the first time this has happened since this experiment has begun but it is the first time I've decided to just move on with this story, doing my own thing.

The difference this time is that I really think I have a handle on this story in a way I never usually do. In other time I've thought, "Oh, okay... I can make that work" or "that's a better idea!" or "I should totally rewrite that!". This time, though, I'm going to be selfish and say that as far as I'm concerned, what I have planned is really good. ...lol. You have no idea, absolutely no fucking (pardon my language!) idea how proud my shrink would be of me right now! :P

So here's the deal... I will continue to support this version of the story. I really will! I even like it. I just think mine's better. I do. I wouldn't walk away if I didn't!

So there will be two versions of this story... the SOL.net version and the other one. Uhm... the Shannon's Preferred Edition. Or something! Which is what I have like 12,000 more words for so far... and counting!

I'll post my version to my SOL.net account in the near future. Or the far future, depending on your perceptions of time. 

In the meantime, please keep posting to this version! Just know that my last entry here is my last entry here... nothing posted after will be in my perferred edition. Unless it's so good I just have to beg you, via e-mail your comment here, for permission!

Ugh... I have a half-eaten plate of ziti in my fridge, an empty stomach, and so much more to write if I'm to beat you all in finishing this story. Give me a handicap already! Did I mention my dog just died?

Love,
Shannon

p.s. I never had a dog. But no one cares about hamsters.

[bondi beach]

On Sun, Aug 2, 2009 at 4:48 AM, Punky Girl <punky...@gmail.com> wrote:

p.s. I never had a dog. But no one cares about hamsters.

that's because they don't have tails. i mean, who's going to say, "wag more, bark less," about a hamster? unfair, perhaps, but there it is.

bb

[Tim Merrigan]

Sorry to see you go, I've liked your entries, and look forward to your
completed version. (I suspect it won't go anywhere near the direction I
would have taken it.)

Condolences on your hamster.

[Byter]

Mmmm... Ziti.

Shannon - Even having just started, I'm sorry to see you step back
from public contribution, but I'm looking forward to your eventual
version. Thanks for getting this ball rolling! Kudos on finding your
own vision and striding toward it!

Everyone else -

How does everyone feel about starting to direct this version toward a
closure? While I like long stories, I prefer them to have definite
beginnings and endings. That's not to say that, after this volume
(i.e. Book 1) completes, the remaining characters couldn't come back
in a later volume and face new challenges. I think it is good to
force a conclusion, though, to the major plot arch.

The conclusion can help define the facet of the major theme (Amanda's
conversion into a child's body) that was the centerpiece of this first
book. While my prior contribution was just an idea that was rolling
around my head and which I added more or less at random, all your
prior ideas have given us several hooks that could be driven toward a
book-level plot arch climax. A few other plot threads could also
reach supporting climaxes (climaxii ???) that help the reader feel a
resolution has been reached while laying seeds for "Book 2".

A few ideas people have incorporated:
- Amanda / Mandy suffers from some type of mystical/psychological
personality split. This could result in specific actions that reward
one and horrify the other other (Amanda "comes to" to find George Jr
dead in her hands, the bloody knife still in her grip; Mandy "wakens"
to find Amanda has taken action to prevent others from wanting Mandy--
suicide attempt, self-mutilation, others; Amanda, after and arduous
task, learns there is a way to reverse what has happened--that could
be explored a future book; etc.)

- Jessie makes a power play to break free of others' control and
place her into power, as she previously envisioned. Maybe someone
(e.g. David) does end up dead, and Amanda/Mandy has to deal with the
horrible prospect of Jessie being queen bee of the incestuous circle.
Such a struggle could briefly introduce a mysterious new character who
could be either an ally or enemy in the next book. In any event, the
idea of Jessie wanting revenge, warranted or not, on Amanda can be
powerful.

- I like the idea that George Sr. doesn't know Mandy is Amanda, but
I'm confused if that idea is being maintained and other "hints" of
recollection are only for the reader, or if the latest contributions
(by Tim, I think) are assuming G Sr. knows the truth. Either way, the
reasons behind the change could be revealed to be more complex than a
"simple" wish/curse. Perhaps the Firm (without G Sr's knowledge) is
testing a new process to ensure a steady stream of girls that can't be
traced or that show special characteristics as adult women (or any
other strange reason).

- And, of course, hundreds of other ideas exist.

Do you agree with the idea of driving the work toward a conclusion?
If so, what suggestions do you have for a major plot thread and its
resolution as the climax of this "book"?

If we can agree on a conclusion, my thought is that we can start
writing scenes that lead toward it. We'll still have plenty of time
to add specific scenes not tightly tied to the climax as part of
character development, but they can all shift the players towards the
climax.

Please tell the rest of us your ideas (or tell me if I'm crazy :) ),
and we can move forward from there.

Thanks,
Byter
.

[Tim Merrigan]

I have some idea of all of them ending up living together in an extended
family household settled down into family groups (that can be in the
house in Connecticut, or they buy the other half of the 12th Avenue
penthouse and combine the apartments, or they convert the third floor
down at Blinde and Wilder into a residence, or they buy a Park Avenue
penthouse), though continuing to share partners, the family groups at
the moment being Mary, George, Sr., Jenny, and Mary's baby (and maybe
Jenny's yet to be conceived baby, she is 10 so should be starting her
periods any time, and I don't see any of these people even considering
practicing safe sex) is one group, Steve and Jessie, or maybe David and
Jessie, or maybe all three in a manage a trois, might be another, though
at the moment she's on probation to George, Sr., and Mandy and George,
Jr., seem to be becoming a couple, and they and their unborn, unknown to
anyone else, baby would be another family grouping.

I like the idea of the wish granting being supernatural, though, other
than Amanda growing young, what we've seen so far (mostly in my
segments, admittedly) has been done in straight mind control stories
before. And that "the gypsy" (the cabby from Shannon's first
installment, the man Jessie and David talked to in the park (we don't
know what they asked for specifically, and the way I've been having him
work, they could have asked for different things and not realize it),
the man Jenny met in the playground (BTW he was granting the boys wish
when he sent Jenny to them), the man George, Sr. met on the Central Park
jogging path (I want to change that scene slightly too, George is
walking along the path and approaches a man talking to a young woman
while fucking a little girl he's holding in his arms (that there might
be anything unusual about this never enters George's mind, even in
retrospect) as he comes into ear shot, he hears the woman say, "I don't
want to loose my husband." The man says, "OK" and sends her to sit on a
nearby bench. Then we have the conversation with George, then he sets
the girl down and sends her to her mother with a pat on her bare bottom,
and she says, "Mommy, that nice man said if we let Daddy play with me
like he was, he won't go away.")

Oh, as I'm imagining the situation with George, Sr. and Mandy/Amanda, he
knows, in fact, he helped set it up, but those memories are suppressed,
only coming out in brief flashes, like the one I showed, then being
suppressed again, leaving a conscious thought of something like "There's
something about Mandy, what is it?" and even that fades fairly quickly.
The flashes are triggered by hearing Mandy's name, and he loves Mandy,
has since they first met when he was six months old, of course he loves
her in his own, sadistic, misogynistic, absolute M-Dom, incestuous,
pedophiliac way.

Mandy is trained, Mary and Jenny are trained, Amanda broke away, for a
while (15 years) and managed to protect Jessie some, Jessie is trying to
break away.

"Georgie Progie puddin' n pie, kissed the girls and made them cry."
(He's never experienced the second couplet, that could be your ending)
"When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away."

[Byter]

/ SPOILER WARNING --
/ SPOILER WARNING --

If you're reading this for pleasure and not participating in the
writing, you might want to skip this entire post. It will contain
candid discussion of the story plans. We don't want to ruin the
surprise for you. :)



-- SPOILER WARNING /
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Tim -- Thanks for the explanation. I appreciate the summary and
direction.

How does the below sound for an outline of the conclusion?

The conclusion occurs within a few in-story days (perhaps a couple
weeks at the outside). Jessie achieves some type of revenge against
David for his betrayal. As you suggest, Mary, George Sr., and Jenny
end up living together (Mary's baby has not yet been born - perhaps in
book 2?) in one residence (Mary's apt?)

However Jessie's revenge works, it serves to hold George Sr. in check
(perhaps blackmail or some other significant fear). She continues to
live in the current apt with Mandy and George Jr. Nominally, George
Sr. is there guardian and supposedly lives with them, but that is a
legal fiction due to his status with Jessie (that is, he lives with
Mary but supports Jessie and the others). Possibly Steve lives with
Jessie and the others. Jessie would feel in control of the people in
her group, but she still has her own fantasies and dark thoughts.
These can continue to lead to encounters and being subtly manipulated
by the others.

There can also be a conclusion to this point of Amanda/Mandy's arch.
I see her resolution as more of a realization on her part than a major
status change. There will still be interaction with Jessie and George
Jr. (Jessie still has revenge plans, and George's feelings are
ambiguous and could tip in either direction). Perhaps Amanda/Mandy
ends up realizing how deep she has gotten into this problem--from
being an adult and wanting to be as carefree as a child, she is now in
a child's body with childish impulses but will soon be a new mother.
She might worry about raising a child, especially in that environment.

I would say the other characters can have interludes as need to move
the story or just for entertainment value. If we go with the above
outline, I see a few necessary elements (may or may not be full
scenes, but will be worked in):

(in roughly chronological order)
- Amanda/Mandy continues to be tormented by the others (ongoing -
reinforcing to A/M one aspect of her plight)
- Jessie has an inspiration and begins planning to deal with David
- George Jr. chooses a position toward Amanda/Mandy
- Jessie deals with David and has confrontation with George Sr.
(limits his power over her)
- Some type of climactic encounter that reveals the nature of Amanda/
Mandy's condition (how far back can she reverse age and still be
pregnant?, how extreme will her healing ability get (therefore how
severe can her treatment be)?, what are the reactions of the others to
her being pregnant?)
- A very brief epilogue that puts wraps up "book 1" with everyone in
semi-stable positions with one or two primary plot hooks for use in
"book 2"

As for the rhyme you mentioned, how do you feel about the introduction
of a few male homosexual elements? They could be the "boys" that are
part of putting George Sr. in check.

Please feel free to suggest changes or even something complete
different if the above won't work. Either way, are there specific
scenes you want to reserve for yourself? As I mentioned above, anyone
can still post scenes (or, as Shannon frequently pointed out, even a
few sentences or paragraphs to provide an immediate direction), so we
have plenty of freedom to write in general events prior to the
conclusion of the central plot.

Thanks,
Byter

[Byter]

Arrrrggg. My apologies, all! I just realized I only mentioned Tim
in my prior post.

Zeeb, Jeff, just-this-guy, and anyone else. Please do contribute any
thoughts you have toward drawing this volume to a conclusion! I'm
glad so many people have participated to keep this story alive and
moving forward. If it wasn't still active, I might not have seen it,
and it would have been a shame to miss. Even if you are not
interested in working on the structured conclusion, I, and likely
everyone else, would enjoy seeing any input you have for random
interludes or direction.

Thanks,
Byter

[Punky Girl]

Okay, so this is the little "intro" I was thinking of putting at the beginning of my official sol.net post... thoughts? Suggestions? Outrage?

:p

-shannon-

This story began on the SOL.net Group (http://groups.google.com/group/storiesonline) as a little exercise in group-writing inspired by the world-famous Rache! You can find the original post/topic-thread by searching the group for "Add-a-Scene II" or "Carefree Again".

Anyway, this story is unusual in that multiple people contributed to it. While the vast majority of the text is mine, I encouraged members of the SOL.net group to "add a scene" after every post I made. The contributions of others significantly changed the story's flow and totally kept me on my toes! It was a lot of fun but sometimes resulted in story inconsistancies... I've done my best after re-writing/proofing to fix those but some might have slipped through. Shrugs!

Any mistakes are mine and mine alone! The people who contributed to that awesome thread did a wonderful job and in order to acknowledge their efforts I have tagged each of their contributions by stating: [Begin X's Contribution] at the beginning of their prose. If a contribution spanned over more than one chapter the tag will read [Continuing X's Contribution] instead, but you'll know a certain author's contribution is over when another "acknowledgement tag" appears.

You'll see the following contributor's names (as they appear on the SOL.net Group) throughout this story: Me (duh), Wayne P, Tim Merrigan, Howly, Zeeb, just-this-guy, and Jeff. They did a great job with their posts and this story could not have existed without their efforts! 

One last thing: I have edited and rewritten a lot of the contributors' posts for spelling/grammar/story-consistency. In some cases I may have butchered their original contributions so if you want to see the original I encourage you to go to the SOL.net group!

[Tim Merrigan]

Punky Girl wrote:
> Okay, so this is the little "intro" I was thinking of putting at the

> beginning of my official sol.net <http://sol.net> post... thoughts?

Looks good to me.

[Jeff Martin]

I liked at lot of the ideas you mention. Several of them have very good
possibilities. There are a few tweaks I'd like to suggest.

!. I viewed Steve as sort of a "cameo" part in Book 1. If you want to make
him have a bigger part, save it for Book 2, as I feel that he served his
purpose in Book 1.

2. I'd like to see Jessie get revenge on David, for his betrayal, and
George Sr., for the way he has treated her almost all her life. Jessie
could be emancipated from him, and allowed to start doing business with The
Club. (She can continue to use Mandy, or even some other girl, to create
videos that are sold by The Club.) Neither man would be given
any power over Jessie, George Jr. or Amanda/Mandy. Until Book 2, that is.
I'm sure that we can come up with "something". ;)

3. I'm unsure of what to do with Amanda/Mandy. I like the dual personality
aspect. And her pregnancy with George Jr. And maybe that could be a "hook"
into Book 2. Just how young can she get? Is she really pregnant, or is
this some aspect of the "curse"?

4. In a way, the "wishes" that the people make in the story, and the way
that the "wishes" are fulfilled is similar to how the wishes from a Genie in
the 1001 Arabian Tales are handled. Or, in other words, be careful what you
wish for. Have we seen the full outcome of all those "wishes"?

I think you are on the right track to a very fruitful ending. And the seeds
for the sequel story.

[Tim Merrigan]

George, Jr. brought Mandy to The Club and turned her over to Sasha and
Pjerin, with a smack to her bubble butt. She looked to be about nine
years old now, with a completely flat chest with boyish nipples, not a
hint of hair on her pubes, and about 4'6" tall.

Pjerin even commented, "No complain, but you sure is same girl? Looks
littler than remember."

George replied, "Yup, same girl, aren't you Mandy?"

She pulled him down so she could kiss him passionately on the lips,
then, releasing him, said, "Yup, same girl. Now, Pjerin, where do you
want me today, I can't wait to get started." As Pjerin took her hand
and led her off to the back, she skipped happily beside him as though he
were leading her to her favorite play park instead of to be brutally and
repeatedly raped and beaten.

As they left, Harding Matthews, who had appeared out of nowhere, as
usual in his absolutely pristine tuxedo, as was his wont, said, "Your
money and video will be waiting at the door when you leave. I assume
you'll be waiting, as usual."

"Yeah."

"Well, I'm setting up a new game room in the video game area, maybe
you'd like to try it out. It's not quite ready yet, the games are set
up, but the room is still being stocked. You can watch that if you want."

"Thanks. That might be fun."

Mr. Matthews led George to a back door that opened into an enclosed
loading dock, where there were several workers, and one container truck
with a Blinde and Wilder container, backing up to the dock. As soon as
the truck's bumper touched the dock one of the workers cut the seal and
opened the doors to the container. George thought he heard voices from
inside the container, though he couldn't make out anything that was
being said.

As soon as the doors were completely open a couple of the workers
started pulling people out who looked Chinese, men, women, and children,
and putting them into two groups, men and boys and women and girls.
With some of the children they took off their pants to see which they
were, tossing the garments in a fire barrel when they did. In all there
looked like about two dozen people. Once they were all off the truck
the doors were closed and latched and the driver directed to leave.
Than the men and boys were herded off through a door at the far end of
the dock, while the women and girls were herded toward Harding and George.

"Come with me, we'll watch their preparation."

They went through a different door then the one they had come onto the
dock through. Entering a dorm or barracks room with ranks of bare plank
bunks against the side walls, open oriental style toilets, and a tiled
area with several shower heads.

After a few seconds the women, girls, and workers came in, and the
workers manhandled the others into a line abreast. Someone said
something in Chinese, and the women, and the older girls started
muttering. The impression being that they were refusing to do whatever
had been requested. One of the workers took a Tazer from his belt and
tazed the girl closest to him, a girl who looked to be about five years
old, tazing her continuously till she stopped moving, and about a second
longer. The woman who had been standing next to the girl screamed
something in Chinese and started stripping as quickly as she could
begging and pleading the whole time and, once she was naked, pulling the
worker's arm trying to break contact of the Tazer with the girl. When
he finished she fell to her knees and picked the girl's body up and,
crying and pleading, glared at the worker.

"So, you want to join her. No problem," he said in English, pulled a
pistol from his holster, and shot her in the head. Then said something
else in Chinese and repeated the command, at which the women and older
girls first stripped themselves then stripped the younger girls, putting
their cloths into a pile in front of them. When they were all
completely naked one of the workers took their clothes out the door they
had come in through. Meanwhile a couple other workers were taking the
bodies out another door.

Harding explained, "Their clothing will be burned, they won't be needing
it any more. And they're not worth the trouble of cleaning. At the end
of the day the burn barrel is sieved for valuables which will either be
melted down or sold in the gift shop. The interior of the container
will also be searched for valuables when it's cleaned."

"And the bodies?" George asked.

"Waste not, want not. First they'll be cleaned up and taken to the
necrophilia wing, then they'll probably be ground up to feed to the
slaves, that's not my department."

By now the women and girls had been herded into the shower, where they
were standing and scrubbing themselves and each other in the spray of,
judging by their reactions, cold, water. At the apparent direction of
the guards they were cleaning out their orifices as well as rubbing down
their skin. With the older girls and adults helping the younger girls
and all of them helping each other with harder to reach places.

When they were finished to the guards' satisfaction they were herded out
another door. Harding said, "They should be on their way to the game
room now. Follow me."

"But they're soaking wet."

"They'll be dry enough by the time they get there."

"OK. What's the game, anyway?"

"It's a FPS, which would be rated AO, for violence and sex, if it were
to be released to the public, called 'The Rape of Nanking'. You play a
Japaneses soldier."

[Punky Girl]

//Interruption!

In case no one noticed I've started posting the edited/proofed/changed version of this story to my SOL.net account. You can read it here: http://storiesonline.net/story/61011

I'd love to hear anyone's thoughts, especially from people whose contributions helped make the story possible (Tim, Zeeb, etc.!).

-shannon-

[Tim Merrigan]

Looks good so far. I spotted a few typos but nothing serious from that
angel, I like what you've done so far (but then you haven't gotten to my
scene of George, Sr. meeting Mandy yet ;) ).

[Tim Merrigan]

Tim Merrigan wrote:
> And that "the gypsy" (the cabby from Shannon's first installment, the
> man Jessie and David talked to in the park (we don't know what they
> asked for specifically, and the way I've been having him work, they
> could have asked for different things and not realize it), the man
> Jenny met in the playground (BTW he was granting the boys wish when he
> sent Jenny to them), the man George, Sr. met on the Central Park
> jogging path (I want to change that scene slightly too, George is
> walking along the path and approaches a man talking to a young woman
> while fucking a little girl he's holding in his arms (that there might
> be anything unusual about this never enters George's mind, even in
> retrospect) as he comes into ear shot, he hears the woman say, "I
> don't want to loose my husband." The man says, "OK" and sends her to
> sit on a nearby bench. Then we have the conversation with George,
> then he sets the girl down and sends her to her mother with a pat on
> her bare bottom, and she says, "Mommy, that nice man said if we let
> Daddy play with me like he was, he won't go away.")

Note: the wishes in order of appearance, though not of making:

Amanda: to be "young and carefree" again.
David & Jessie: that Amanda be "out of their way"
Jenny: That "Daddy" live with her and Mary all the time
George, Sr.: To have "Mandy" back.

Don't know the relationship of David & Jessie's and George, Sr.'s to
each other but they were both before Amanda's. Jenny's is a few days
after Amanda's. So far, Amanda's, David & Jessie's, and George, Sr.'s
compliment each other, and Jenny's can be worked in without serious
conflict.

[Punky Girl]

Tim said:

>I like what you've done so far (but then you haven't gotten to my scene of George, Sr. meeting Mandy yet ;)

That scene is in the chapter I just posted (chapter six)! I doubt you'll like it, judging from how you've continued the story since I left it, but oh well! :P I go into more detail about it in chapter seven but... damn, it's taking a long time to get these things posted, now! I've had to do a lot of editing to make the story consistent, especially given what I know, now, about where I eventually want it to lead! Thankfully, I'm almost (almost!) at the end of what has already been written. I think once I'm done with all that I'll be able to make a lot more progress... right now it's like walking through four feet of snow! Argh...

-shannon-

[Tim Merrigan]

Is it me? Do I kill these things?

I mean, I've written the last two entries here, and I wrote the last two
entries in rache's Add-A-Scene, and I wrote the last entry, before the
epilogue written six months later, of the Round Robin.

So, is it really me, or am I being paranoid?

(Note: Reassuring me that it's not me won't help, but continuing the
story(s) will.)

[Jeff]

Sorry for the long delay. But you know how things can come up at the
worst times. Hopefully we can finish this, not just let it fade away.

______________________________________________________________________

Jessie was alone again. David and her Dad were off someplace
celebrating. Jessie's attempts to overthrough their domination of her
had failed, miserably. Jessie was once again nothing more than a fuck-
toy for the two men. But, she hoped, that wouldn't last for much
longer.

Even her brother, George Jr. was of no help. After getting himself
something to eat, and then getting "Mandy" ready for the evening, he
and his new "pet" were off to The Club. So, Jessie was alone, naked,
and miserable.

She was forbidden to wash herself, or get dressed. And to make sure
that she didn't try to run away, or go to the police for help, David
and George Sr. chained Jessie to the wall. She was on a length of
chain of about a foot, with an iron collar around her neck and cuffs
on her wrists. They had even ballgagged her, so she couldn't scream
for assistance. If "nature called", Jessie would be forced to relieve
herself right where she was, and then sit in it untill someone
returned.

And no sooner had David, George Sr., and George Jr. left then Jessie
needed to pee. With no other choice, she let the stream of piss flow
forth from her pussy, pooling around her. The urine only added to her
misery.

And as she sat in the pool of piss, Jessie began plotting a new plan.
A plan the would free her from her father's control. A plan that
would get revenge on David, for his betrayal of her trust. A plan
that would work this time.

[Tim Merrigan]

George, Jr. was wearing the WWII Japanese soldier's uniform, complete
with side arm, loaded, he'd checked, and sword, he had been asked to
change into it before entering the game room. He was sitting in an
overstuffed chair with a naked Chinese girl of about seven or eight, one
of the group he'd watched arrive, between his legs with his cock in her
mouth. She wasn't doing a very good job and he'd had to smack her a
couple times already. When he'd done that the naked woman serving him
would look nervous and say something in Chinese, then the girl would do
a little better.

The room was made up to look like a luxury hotel suite from the 1930s
and with lots of Chinese decorations (except for the game consoles, and
even those were in polished wood cabinets).

He'd been playing for an hour or so and had pretty much figured out the
scouring. He had six "weapons," a rifle, a pistol, like the one with
the uniform he was wearing, a sword, a bayonet, his hands, and his
cock. By the time the game started the enemy military had been
eliminated, and the occupation forces were just entering the city.
There were native and European civilians, men, women, and children, to
be "pacified." Their orders were the segregate the Europeans from the
Chinese, herd the Europeans into the foreign quarter of the city and
mostly leave them alone, then do as they pleased with the Chinese,
though any Europeans caught outside the foreign quarter were fare game.

He had experimented with the various weapons, and various targets, and
found that each weapon doubled to score over the previous one in the
order of rifle, pistol, sword, knife, hands, and cock, so for the best
score he should rape the victim before strangling him or her. The
choice if victims mattered too, in ascending order white man, white boy,
Chinese man, Chinese boy, white woman, white girl, on a sliding scale,
the younger the better, Chinese woman, Chinese girl, on a sliding scale,
so for the absolute best standard score from a single encounter would be
to rape and then strangle a Chinese toddler girl. There were also bonus
points for raping and/or killing either parents in front of their
children or vice versa, or spouses in front of their spouses.

He'd run up a pretty good score, and had a squad of other players
following him. They were just approaching a largish walled building,
with a cross over the gate; the legend said it was a mission school.
The gate was locked, so he shot the lock off, and they went in. A woman
came running into the courtyard wearing floor length black robes and a
black hood like thing over her head, talking gibberish to him and his
men. He pointed his pistol, he'd just use to shoot the lock off the
gate, at her, and she switched to English (Japanese), "Please honorable
soldier sir, don't hurt the girls. Do what you want with me and the
other nuns, but leave the girls alone."

He shot her and said into his headset mike, "OK guys, sounds it's a
girls' school, if any of you want the nuns you can have them, I'm going
for the kids," and proceeded to the main building.

Just then the woman serving him tripped, dropping the serving tray she'd
been carrying and spilling hot Saki on him. She immediately got to her
knees and started gibbering at him in Chinese, as though trying to
apologize.

He dropped the game controller as his hands and chest started to burn,
"You God Dammed clumsy bitch, look what you've done," and took the gun
that was part of the uniform and shot her in the chest.

The girl who was blowing him stopped and cried out, "Ma ma!" and started
to run to the woman.

George grabbed her hair and pushed her face back into his lap, "Who said
you could stop, Whore!"

Having calmed down, his temper taking after his father's, and noting
that his burns weren't serious, he called the room attendant over and
started stripping, saying, "There seems to be a mess here that needs
cleaning, and I'll need a new uniform." And pushing the girl away,
knocking her on her butt, added, "Oh, and could you bring me a new girl,
one who won't neglect her duties when I discipline other staff members."

[Byter]

/Note - Begin
Hi, all,

Long time, no post, eh? :) I had intended to continue writing
installments to bring the story toward a conclusion in the days after
my last post. We all know how that can go.

I still want to bring this volume to a close, and I've ideas (as we
have discussed in earlier posts) I will continue to develop. As for
when they will actually get written an posted...

Thanks for everyone's participation since the last time I was on.

Shannon - I can't wait to see your continued chapters and conclusion
on the storiesonline site. You have certainly fleshed out some of the
scenes in more detail than posted here, and your eventual resolution
still has me guessing. Don't let the site's scoring get to you. I
think stories with your themes, particularly those of young
characters, often face an uphill battle, and the somewhat jumbled
presentation due to the participation of so many contributors in the
"add a scene" format probably does not help the casual reader. I'm
not a big fan of stories with children, but I love your writing
style. Plus, the archetype of the slightly (or more) damaged woman
who enjoys (really, really enjoys) sex but has mental baggage with the
dynamics of partnership, control, submission, guilt, etc. is something
I love. Keep up the great work!

As for the below post, I had been thinking about a different scene,
one more central to wrapping up a plot point. I started writing a few
transitional paragraphs to get from the last post with Jessie to my
envisioned scene, and the transition became the scene.

I hope everyone enjoys it!

/Note - End


After the peak of his orgasm faded, David let his hips drift back and
forth, slowly working his still-firm member into Jessie's cunt. The
slow pulses of his bitch's hole, remnants of her own climax, continued
to milk the last of his cum from his cock in a gentle, exquisitely
pleasurable rhythm. Having taken her doggy style on the bathroom
floor, her arms cuffed behind her back and her head pressed into the
yellow pool coating the tiles, he had been savage, stabbing his dick
between her legs as soon as her cheek splashed into the mess.

With nothing to lubricate his passage except a thin coating of their
mixed urine, picked up as he slid himself through her thighs, his
flesh had slipped haltingly against her inner walls. The lining of
her sex would bind against his sheath only to slip a moment later, the
watery fluid making the travel of his stroke a jerking, painful
ordeal. David was certain they were both going to be rubbed raw until
the little slut's cunt had betrayed her and started leaking its
natural juices at an astonishing pace.

***

Thinking back, her relished the look in his fuck toy's eyes as the
fresh wetness had coated his length. Unable to speak around the ball
gag he had shoved into her mouth before George Sr. chained her to
wall, his daunting attitude upon his return had elicited clear terror.

"Move your ass, slut," he had snapped, striding purposefully toward
the toilet. His bladder was aching after the interminable cab ride
through bumper-to-bumper traffic.

It looked like his little fuck slut had gotten used to her position.
Sitting on the floor and leaned against the wall, she was dozing in
the only position possible with the single foot of chain between her
collar and the bracket to which she was anchored. Her legs were
sticking into the walkway to the pedestal, though, and he was in no
mood to slow down. The slick floor, wet from Jessie's apathetic
release early in the day, had caught him by surprise and almost
toppled him as his loafers lost their grip.

His gasp of surprise and the commotion of his flailing grab at the
counter top, arresting his almost fall, had snapped Jessie out of her
stupor and focused her total attention on him. The startled
expression, clear even with the bright red gag stretching her lips and
jaw into a drool-covered mockery of a face, pushed him to the edge,
and he exploded.

"What the fuck! We both know you're a filthy slut, but this,"
gesturing at the thin coating over most of the floor, "this fucking
takes the cake! We didn't leave you hear to give you ideas, you
stupid cow. Just because it's the bathroom doesn't mean you can make
a mess."

David had continued the tirade for almost a minute before he noticed
the whore's expression had shifted from surprise to boredom. The look
of petulant annoyance triggered his swift response. His backhanded
swing drove her head into the wall. Rebounding, her ass slipped in
the cold piss and shot from under her. Suddenly being choked by her
collar as she dangled from the chain, fixed near waist-high to the
wall, Jessie thrashed madly to kick herself back to an upright
position.

Tearing at his fly, David freed his penis just as Jessie managed to
use her feet and cuffed hands to save herself. David felt the sneer
spread over his lips as his hot stream doused the helpless girl.
Completely preoccupied by her near-asphyxiation, the splash of rank
liquid caused her to flinch and again slide away from the wall.

"Save yourself, bitch," he had snorted. "See if I give a fuck if you
choke."

Once Jessie had again righted herself, David had worked his aim from
side to side, coating her entire body. When he raised the spray onto
her face, she had tried to turn her head away from it, seeking to
prevent the pungent mixture from seeping around her gag and clogging
her nose.

"Don't!"

Seeing his victim freeze so instinctively, like a wild animal stumbled
upon by hunters, kindled a stirring in David. Clamping down on his
cock with hand, he let only a trickle of piss flow from his dick. He
had worked it back over her face and started saturating her hair. The
little bitch had stayed frozen as his urine dripped from her bangs,
ran across her closed eyes, and dribbled over the gag. At first the
teenager's body had stayed stock-still, the only motion being the
panicked heaving of her chest and the puffing of her cheeks as she
tried to breath around the threat. He had sensed a sliver of defiance
still in her, as though she was somehow still resisting him.

As the warm piss continued to flow down her body, Jessie slumped back
to the wall. Slowed breathing matched her drooping shoulders as she
hung her head forward, all fight suddenly gone from her body.

The spark sitting between David's thighs had burst into flame at this
final sign of submission. Clenching his muscles to completely stop
the flow of urine, he had advanced on his lover's body and unlocked it
from the chain.

"Ass up!" was the only command he had needed to give when he pushed
her down. Toppling into their combined fluid, the little slut had
only tried to avoid smashing face-first into the tiles. The wet smack
of her cheek splashing into the mess had pushed David over the edge.
Grasping her hips and digging his fingers painfully into her waist, he
had raped his member into her with complete abandon.

Looking back, it was the moment when her sobbing cries, muffled by the
gag but evident through the tremors wracking her body, had faded that
he noticed her eyes were again open. Her face still sideways, her
soaked hair matted to her forehead, neck, and shoulders, it was
obvious she was staring into space and not focusing as his incessant
thrusts minutely slid her cheek through the chill pool of their mess.

The moment that pushed him over the edge, though, was when her body
betrayed her. As her cunt finally overwhelmed her brain and got down
to the business of enjoying its visitor, she couldn't close her eyes
fast enough to avoid David seeing the shame well up behind her tears.
Bright red points had appeared on her cheeks at her obvious disgust at
her own reactions, and he had redoubled his attack on her tortured
hole.

"That's what makes you such a good fucking cunt, you worthless little
shit."

Taking the opportunity to pull himself almost complete free of her
newly accommodating slit, he paused just as the edge of her hole
ticked the oh-so-sensitive patch of skin below his tip.

"Even when you hate me, you love everything I do to you more than any
woman I've ever known."

Driving forward with such force he had almost fallen atop her, David
had given in to his abandon and fucked her without stopping until he
heard Jessie's moans above his own panting. Looking down at her body,
the prior blush of shame had blossomed into a bouquet of desire
coloring her face and disappearing beneath her chest, slopping about
on the floor.

When the orgasm overtook her, sweeping into her pussy with almost
bruising spasms, David's cock finally surrendered. Pushing himself
completely into his slave, his hips quivered with tiny rabbit pumps,
the feel of his cum spraying from his tip mixed with the electric
waves locking his body into blissful rigor.

***

Looking down now, David enjoyed the sublime view of a woman spread
under him. Jessie was still panting softly, her breath rasping
through her nose and around the gag. Her shoulders had relaxed
completely, despite the cuffs still holding her wrists behind her.
The complete abandon with which she lay beneath him, the undeniable
enjoyment still coursing through her, confirmed everything David knew
to be right. It was a shame the little slut couldn't just let herself
go all the time. If only she could give up that damned stubborn
streak and admit, to herself as much as anyone, that she was
*supposed* to relish her place in the world, that she was *supposed*
to enjoy pleasuring him...

"Well," David thought to himself, "until *that* happens, I can't let
her enjoy herself too much."

Plunging his thumb between the firm globes of her ass, he stabbed it
into her anus. The nail caught a bit of her sphincter, and her
bucking response felt delightful against his almost flaccid dick.
Sinking fully past the internal band of tightness, he felt the tip of
his digit emerge into her rectum and squash into the gritty texture of
her firmly packed shit.

"What did you expect, slut?" David taunted Jessie. "You think I'm
just going to let you lie there and enjoy the afterglow after the
trouble you've caused?"

Fanning his fingers across the top of her ass, he squeezed sharply,
levering his thumb toward her tailbone and jerking her asshole
directly toward her spine. Jessie's harsh whine at the sudden agony
was obvious, even around the gag. Thrusting with her knees, she
flinched away from the unexpected torment only to be caught short by
David's other hand, still at her hip and now again digging into the
tender joint at her pelvis.

"Don't even think it, bitch." Any momentary softness from his
previous pleasure was completely absent from David's tone. "You even
flinch from what's about to happen, and I'll beat you senseless."

Watching the effect of his words ripple through her body and transmute
into absolute stillness was almost enought to get him hard again.
Damn but the little cunt was learning!

Still, another pressure had been growing since the release of his
orgasm. Taking his other hand from Jessie's hip, he worked its thumb
against its mate and burrowed it alongside. Letting both return to a
neutral position, he again spread his fingers, this time to either
side, and began pressing against the walls of her anus. Inexorable
pressure slowly won against Jessie's autonomous reflex, and David
watched as her ass began to gape open before him.

He heard the low groans escaping the girl, and the suspicion dawned
that, somewhere in the past few moments, they began to lack the edge
of pain accompanying his first, harsh, assault. Curious about his
toy's response, he gently rolled each thumb in small motions against
the firm pressure of the anal band. He saw Jamie's eyes were again
closed, and she did not seem to object to this latest development. If
it was not exactly pleasurable for her, it seemed clear the tramp was,
at the very least, stimulated. Cataloging this development for later
play, he shifted focus back to the more urgent matter.

Rocking his hips away from her, his flaccid length slipped from
between her lips amid a runnel of juices. Free of its stimulus, his
groin registered the remaining sensation--fullness. He had not
completely relieved himself during his earlier soaking of the vixen's
flesh, and the need was back with a burning force.

Positioning his drooping tip at the edge of the small gape clear into
her bowels, he let go his restraint and felt the surge of his last
fluid. The body under his hands started from the sudden appearance of
the stream against its gateway, but apparently she retained enough
sense not to pull away from him.

His cock was too soft to attempt to fuck it into her hole and give her
a pressurized piss enema, but he could still fill the exposed volume
within her anus down to the depth of his thumbs. Once his piss had
filled her and begun running down between her lips, he raised higher,
pointing the flagging spout at the top of her ass. Golden fluid
washed away from her cheeks down the slope of her back. Filling the
small dimples at her waist to either side of her spine, just enough
was left to trickle to her shoulders, re-wetting the ends of her damp
hair.

Once he was finished, David again worked his thumbs, mildly churning
the small reservoir of her anus, the flexing enough to expel almost
all of the fluid and elicit what was definitely a noteworthy response.

Finally sliding his thumbs from her, David's future planning was
interrupted by the chiming of the doorbell. He thought to ignore it,
but loud pounding immediately followed and seemed unlikely to stop.
Pausing to wipe the bits of feces from the tips of his thumbs on her
ass cheeks, he admonished Jessie.

"Wait right here, babe. I think I need to teach someone some
manners."

Standing he reached for a towel to wipe away the worst of the mess
before zipping up and venturing into the hall. As he rounded the
corner into the living room, the pounding intensified, the whole door
shuddering under the repeated impacts.

"Hold your fucking horses, will ya!"

Yanking open the door, David saw several brawny men all but filling
the hall. Each wore blue utility coveralls, and various toolboxes
were in appearance.

"Listen, fucko," David began, addressing the apparent lead knocker, "I
don't know why you're hear, but we didn't call building maintenance,
and you're pissing me off with the pounding! Who the hell do you
think..."

David, working himself up for a spectacular rant against the bozos
delaying his fun, failed to see the pole-like arm from the brute on
his left until it collided with his jaw. Spinning, he crumpled back
into the apartment, his vision fading to black even before his limp
body fully succumbed to gravity.

[Byter]

David dozed, fond memories of his college days coalescing in his sleep-
addled memory. The highlight reel of his youth triggered by something
memorable, something out of the ordinary.

His body limp, sprawled face down at an odd angle across the bed, he
luxuriated in the latest montage. Senior year. He and the frat
brothers were at O'Donnehays, the tiny, dark pub just off the quad.
The group had popped in to down a couple before heading to the next
club. They couldn't shut Tall Rick up, and his slurred proclamations
about Irish whiskey being the perfect thing to keep their buzz rolling
had finally won their support to make this detour.

“Pussy!” Sanchez bellowed, the evening's goal. “Woooo!”

“Easy there, partner.” David couldn't help but grin at his buddy's
enthusiasm, but the diminutive guy was sloshing stout over half the
table.

Glass hosted high in salute of his oration, Sanchez waved his pint
toward the bar, recently populated with several hotties, Greek pins
suggesting a sorority group hitting the campus strip on a similar
mission.

“Yeah! You said it, *easy* pussy! Woooo!”

David had noticed the girls' entrance, but he continued to be amazed
at the little spic's perception. Even while three, hell, five,
sheets, the guy was a regular pussy hound.

“Take it easy, bro,” David chuckled. “You'd think Trace wasn't waiting
for you at her place tonight. You're already gonna smell like a
brewery. You want her to smell some other chic's cooch on your dick?”

Brought momentarily back to earth by the reminder, Sanchez leaned into
his conspirator and shouted to be heard over the thumping jukebox.

“Shhhhhhh!” Flecks of spit misting David's ear. “Not so *loud*. You
don't want them to *hear* us!”

Another sip at the pint, black liquid dripping unheeded onto the front
of his polo.

“Besides, just 'cause *I* can't play doesn't mean *you* can't tap one
of those little chicas and tell us all about it tomorrow!”

Turning to his leering friend, David only heard his own thoughts.
Yep. Pussy. Hound.

Levering himself up from the table, David dropped his hand, flexing
the fingers to solicit the surreptitious low-five from his pimpin'
adviser. Watching the girls at the bar he could already envision the
rest of the evening.

Buy the gaggle of co-eds a round. A little light banter mixed with
heavy innuendo. One of them, the short one with the skirt, for his
special attention. And the rest up for a trip back to the house with
the boys. David hoped the grin on his lips looked as predatory as he
felt. These honeys were broadcasting loud and clear what they wanted
out of tonight.

And then he spotted her.

No way she was 21. Short, chestnut hair bobbed at her jaw. White,
cotton tee molded to her tiny breasts. Jeans painted onto her bony
ass. Just standing alone at the table in the nook before the hall to
the back door and the can.

The wall flower routine and the clear, plastic, soda-only cup screamed
“freshmen” so loudly he knew her first question would be his major.
Fuck those jaded sorority bitches, his dance card was suddenly full.

Later, recounting the events to his buddies at the house, he didn't
embellish *too* much.

“Damn, she was fucking good to go, dudes. I don't think I had to
bullshit for more than five minutes before she was grinding against
me. Fuck. Standing right there at the table she slid next to me and
put my arm around her neck. Next think I know, she plants my hand on
her tit, shoves her ass in my crotch, and starts getting down to the
music. I thought I was on the hunt, and this little minx was already
standing there begging to get shot!”

Amidst the general response of hoots and cheers, Sanchez chipped in.

“Shit, man. Shit! Tell them about the panties.”

“Oh, fuck. Yeah. So we're fucking grinding against each other, and I
can tell she really getting into it. I mean, she's fucking working
that ass into my cock. Every time the music sped up, she'd shake it
like crazy and turn her head to look at me like, like. Shit, like she
was daring me.

“So, finally, I slip my other hand around her waist, ya know? I start
rubbin' her hip, rubbin' her thigh. And she's biting her lip and
looking at me. Damn! I tell, ya. This girl was aching for it!”

David surveyed his audience while swigging a mouthful from his
bottle. He loved their eyes on him, eating up what he was dishing
out.

“I finally say 'Fuck it' and go in, baby. I slipped my fingers inside
her jeans and went for home!”

“Panties, man! Panties!” Sanchez wants the details known.

“Yeah, yeah. I'm getting to it! But first, she grabs my wrist, and
I'm all like 'Shit!'. I'm thinking she's suddenly gone all psycho and
is gonna storm off.”

Pausing, all eyes glued on him. Everyone had heard there was a good
story, so they know it can't end like this.

“Dudes, she fuckin' stops me just long enough to undo the first
button. I swear she damn near jammed my handing into her fucking
snatch once they were loose!”

Sanchez. “Panties!”

“So, yeah!” Jutting his chin to recognize the contribution, “She not
fucking wearing any!”

Catcalls and cheers are music. He waits just long enough.

“And that's when her date shows up!”

More chaos. More attention.

“Fucking townie,” Sal chimes in.

“Yeah. So this dude rolls up on us and starts screaming at this
chic. Apparently they went to high school together, he started here
two years ago, and they started hanging out after she came her last
fall.”

Erupting in laughter, “They've been going out for four months!”

Uproar. He lets it just pass crescendo before continuing.

“And she shouts, 'You're a fucking lousy lay!'”

Bedlam. Beautiful.

Sal tosses in another comment once he can be heard.

“Good thing we heard that shit. That's what got us interested.”

“Fuck yeah,” David continues the thought. “I'm still standing there
with my arm around her, and he looks down and sees her fly is open.
The cock gets so pissed, he takes a swing at me!”

Hearing one of the few topics that can sidetrack him from getting
between a woman's legs, Sanchez pipes in.

“Fucker sucker-punched Dave. Smack! Right outta nowhere!”

“Yeah! One minute I'm thinking what a tool this guy is, and the next
I'm crashing into the wall and his girlfriend is tangled up in my
legs. We went down like nothing!”

“Heh.” Sal does menacing smile like nobody. “Then we got there.”

“Fucking A did they get there. I look up to see Sal land one in the
guy's gut, and Tall Rick fucking tackles the guy!”

Across the room the lanky savior hoists a beer bottle at his timely
prowess.

“Next think I know, the bouncers are swarming, everybody is beating
feet, and I'm hurrying the girl down the hall and out the back door.
Fuck! It was in-fucking-tense!”

“Yeah! We fucking beat feet, alright!” Sal is stoked. “We fucking
met up at the corner and hauled ass back here. I think the party gods
were through with us last night!”

Sanchez has bigger concerns. “So, dude. That hot little number came
back here with you. It sounded like you got pretty wild. You gonna
hook up with her again tonight?”

The sip of beer was slow this time, reflective. Yeah, she had been
hot to trot, alright. He flashed on her going down on him, her eyes
on his as she swallowed his dick. She'd had something to prove, and
he'd been happy to oblige.

Of course, like most of them, she got pissy when he told her he was
gonna do her ass. He loved how feisty the scrawny ones could be. It
had been good, though. She almost got away.

Raising his eyes back to his brothers.

“Nah, man. She was a fucking bitch.”

She'd slapped him when he was done and let her up. It had reopened
the cuts inside his cheek from her boyfriend's punch. As she'd fled
his room, he'd laughed and tasted blood.

**

Blood.

The taste of blood.

Blood in his mouth.

Why did he have blood in his mouth?

It had been years since he'd been punched.

Punched?

A door. Workmen.

The punch!

**

Jessie had been sitting in the chair for almost an hour. How long
does it take to wake up?

The explosive thrashing of the man bound on the bed vanquished her
lethargy.

“I see you've returned from la-la land. Lover.” She sat forward,
arching her back in a leonine stretch. “Don't bother. Those cuffs
aren't going anywhere.”

She watched David, naked, face down, spread-eagle across the width of
their mattress, quiet himself after experimental tugs on each limb.
He raised his head to meet her eyes, the commanding tone to which she
had become accustomed these past few days not enough to mask his
rising anxiety.

“What are you playing at, Jessie? I'm gonna be pissed if you don't
let me up right now!”

Unmoved by his posturing, Jessie relaxed back into the chair.

“David. Lover. You can be pissed all you want. But I'm not playing
at anything.”

She sees honest rage supplant his caution.

A viper's hiss, “Get me out of this right now, you stupid cunt!”
Harsh, biting syllables, “When I get out of this...”

Jessie doesn't even have to fake her laugh.

“Get? Get! Oh, David. Don't you remember what you said? Don't you
remember your wish?”

Standing from the chair, Jessie poses before him, his necked craned to
watch her. Pressing her hands to the tops of her breasts, she
flattens the robe to her skin. Sliding her arms lower, she models her
nascent cleavage through its loose neckline.

“In the park. Surely you remember?”

One hand slides lower, slipping within the tied-shut waist of the
robe, rubbing something behind the fabric.

“You asked”

The other hand pushes the robe beyond one breast, fingers tracing its
curve, its nipple, before dropping to the sash about her hips.

“You said you wanted to, 'Show that bitch who is boss, and' “

The sash is coming free, the robe spilling away from her other hand,
the one working, pumping, between her thighs.

“ 'And', you asked, 'and get' “

Jessie's eyes narrow. Focused on his, they are consuming every
expression, at once savoring it and burning it into memory for future
enjoyment. The material flows free, dropping to the outside her her
thighs. The mysterious hand is revealed.

“ 'what I deserve.' “

Jessie lengthens her stoke, flexing the dong away from her harness.
The massive tip raises away from her knees while the shaft all but
escapes her grip, so large her thumb and fingers can't meet around its
girth.

Jessie see his face grow tight, his eyes lock onto the thing at her
waist, the color drain from his cheeks. She feels her own flush
explode. A ripple of warmth across her breasts. A silken wetness
through her sex.

“I'm going to make your dream come true.”

[Tim Merrigan]

As Jessie fucked the giant strap on into David's asshole sans lube, she
commented in grunts with each thrust. "You're a fool, you always have
been, and that wish was arguably the most foolish thing you've ever done.

"Everyone knows you have to be careful in the wording of wishes. And
anyone, even a saint, knows not to wish for 'what they deserve,' and no
one around here is a saint."

Jessie notice the thrusting was getting easier as her dildo was getting
a red tinge. Meanwhile David was screaming incoherently.

She continued thrusting, even after David passed out from the pain,
until the clit tickler and normal sized cock on the other side of the
strap on triggered her orgasm.

When she recovered she pulled out and, turning to the "workmen," said,
"Take him to The Club, make him an anonymous slave in the fem dom rooms."

"Yes, Miss. Will there be anything else, Miss?"

"No…. Wait, yes, have a couple of the guys clean up the bathroom."

"Yes, Miss."