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Aubree's First Apartment

Part 4

Aubrees First Apartment (cont.);




Chapter 9: Sold, Temporarily  



Aubree trembled as Winston pulled her into the room. It was dark and cold. The freezing air cut like razors on her exposed flesh. The hard floor felt like ice on her bare feet.


A low voice spoke from the blackness. “My, my… Isnt she just adorable? The pictures you provided fail to do her justice. Shes the image of female perfection.  A genuine Aphrodite”


Winston nodded in agreement. “I told you as much.”  He yanked hard on the leash, pulling Aubree forward. “Get on your knees, little girl.” Winston spoke in a hushed voice.  “Do exactly what youre told if you want to be in your own bed tonight.” He squeezed her face with one hand, forcing her mouth into a puckered position. “No back talk.” 


Shivering, Aubree sank to her knees. She squeezed her bare thighs tightly together and held her arms over her heaving, naked breasts. She felt her nipples hardening in the cold air, like pencil erasers. Her eyes darted around the darkened room. She couldnt make anything out as her eyes adjusted to the inky darkness. The only light came from the open doorway through which they had entered. Oh my god… Oh my god… Her heart raced, feeling as if it would explode through her chest. Her mouth was dry. She licked her lips, tasting the lipstick. Why am I wearing lipstick?… This isnt some date! Stupid… stupid… stupid… I have to pee… Aubree realized her bladder was full from the beer she consumed earlier. She dropped a hand to her tummy. Ohhhh…


Aubree heard heavy footsteps approaching from her right. She glanced in that direction and saw a shadowy form approaching. As the figure stepped into the dim light of the open doorway, Aubree realized it was the bearded biker who had greeted them at the front door.


She watched, terrified, as Winston handed the leash to the biker and walked away. She strained her eyes into the darkness trying to see where Winston was going. Dont leave me! Help!


As Winston vanished into the blackness, Aubrees eyes began to adjust to the very dim lighting. She thought she could make out a large reddish curtain immediately in front of her. The curtain seemed to go from floor to ceiling. She realized the floor beneath her was made of wood. She had the vague impression of being on some type of stage.


The bearded biker yanked on the leash, forcing her to her feet. He leaned over and peered down at her. “Now, dont give me any problems, girlie. Just stand your skinny ass right there and look pretty… and dont try to cover up.” He gave her butt a squeeze, reminding her of her nakedness.


Suddenly, there was the loud noise of a switch being thrown into place. Bright, arena style lights suddenly engulfed the room in a brilliant radiance. Aubrees bottom lip quivered as she squinted up into the glaring brightness. The lights were shining directly on her. She could see they were stadium lights. She ran her hands up and down her bare arms in an attempt to calm her raging fear. A chill ran up her spine causing her the jerk involuntarily.


The large red curtain began to part as the biker pulled her forward. She trembled as her eyes traveled over the newly revealed scene. She was on a large wooden stage. The stage floor was polished and reflected the bright light from above, making her squint. The bikers boots were loud on the wood floor as he pulled her forward.


As the curtain parted, Aubree realized she was in a huge chamber with high ceilings. The area in front of the stage was open and bare with a simple tile flooring. About fifteen feet away she could see a low half wall beyond the tiles. Past the wall, there appeared to be stadium seats. It was as if she were in a small theatre or arena. A dozen or more shadowy figures sat on the benches, their faces obscured by the bright light shining in her face. There was the sound of applause. They were clapping. Aubree felt sick. Whats happening? I have to get out of here! Why are they clapping? Im naked! Instinctively, she held one arm over her breasts and the other over her pubic area. Nausea overwhelmed her. The applause continued and seemed to increase as she dropped her head in shame, looking down at her bare toes.


The biker raised his hand, motioning for silence. “Gentlemen… gentlemen… thank you… thank you…” He bowed and tossed his arm in the air in a sweeping motion.


Aubree shot a glance to her right. She saw Winston standing next to a man just offstage. The man sat on a high stool and appeared to be saying something to Winston while motioning with his hand in a curving fashion. He had long shiny black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. He was clean shaven and appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He was very muscular. He wore dark sunglasses. Why is he wearing sunglasses in this place???…The man wore a long sleeved white shirt covered by a black leather vest. Black jeans and shiny leather boots completed his attire. Aubree noticed his fingers were covered with gold rings. In one hand was a wooden walking cane topped with a large rams head. The man tapped the cane against his boot rhythmically, as if listening to a song heard only by himself. A half empty beer bottle sat on the ground at his feet. He glanced up at Winston and made some remark, which Aubree couldnt make out. Winston appeared to laugh at the mans comments.


Aubree turned her attention back to the arena. She held her head down, allowing her hair to fall across her face. Looking through her hair at the men seated in the stands, she tried to make out their features but the bright light shining in her face obscured details. Who are these men? I want to go home…


As the applause dwindled, the biker raised his hand. “Thank you… Thank you… Gentlemen, we have quite an offering for you this evening. Allow me to present for your viewing pleasure… Aubree!” He made a sweeping motion with his hand as the applause resumed. After several seconds, the biker motioned for silence.


“Little Aubree is eighteen and fresh. Look at her, gentlemen! A fresh squeezed cup of girlish innocence. Barely touched by man, if ever! Imagine the pleasure!” He placed a large hand on her arms, pulling them away. He glanced down at the fully exposed girl. In a barely audible whisper her commanded her, “hands on your head, bitch… now.”  


Shaking, Aubree placed her hands on top of her head. Whats happening! Oh my god… Her eyes raced across the room. She felt weak. Her bladder was full. I have to pee! She felt her heart pounding in her chest. She felt sick as the biker continued…


“Shes as fresh and pure as they come. A completely new girl and trained by one of our best recruiters.” He ran a large hand over her bare breasts and stomach, stopping to squeeze each erect nipple. He made a kissing motion in the air and shook his long stringy hair. Pausing for a moment to allow his comments to sink in, he continued, “Its my understanding that she can be a bit unruly at times but accepts discipline when required…” He laughed and gave her backside a slap. “Who among us would pass up the opportunity to discipline this tight little ass?” He grabbed Aubrees shoulders and spun her around, revealing her bare buttocks to the hushed crowd. “Gentlemen? Imagine the things you could do with this…” He placed a hand on each of her cheeks and pulled them apart, revealing her tight anus. He looked up at the audience and licked his lips.


Aubree felt tears starting in the corners of her eyes. She trembled violently. I wanna go home… I have to pee… She could feel the mens lustful eyes burning into her bare butt. I dont accept discipline… Im not a child! She could smell the beer on the bikers breath. The applause from the stands made her sick.


She glanced over at Winston and the strange man. Winston held one hand over his chin, stroking gently. The long haired man continued to tap the cane against his boot. He looked intently in her direction. The bright lights reflected off his dark sunglasses. 


The biker continued. “Gentlemen, just look at her body. Lean, trim and all natural. What would you pay for a night with her?” He paused for several seconds. “Where will the bidding start?”


Aubree felt sick and anger was starting to build in her stomach, coupled with an intense fear. Im not some animal to be sold at auction… screw this… screw all of them! She could hear the bidding. The sound was remote as if coming from far away…


“1000”… “1250”… “1500” The shouts from the audience were loud and sounded desperate. The men sounded hungry… like wolves.


She listened as the biker prodded the audience. “No… no, gentlemen…” He shook his head disapprovingly.  “A fine specimen like this? I should hear at least three thousand as an opening bid! Shall we start again? A full night with this little girl? Think of the pleasure! Money should be no impediment! Come on!”


The bidding resumed…“3000”… “3100”… “4000”… The shouts from the arena continued….


Aubree stood with her back to the audience. Her eyes fell to the open doorway at the back of the stage. The door we came in… She could see her clothes lying in the hall, exactly where she had left them at Winstons command. Her heart pounded. I have to get out of here… She listened as the biker continued to auction her like an animal. The realization of her predicament began to set in. Im being sold like a whore… Slowly, almost imperceptibly , Aubree lowered her hands from the back of her head and onto the collar fastened around her neck. Her lithe fingers found the buckle beneath her long hair. She listened as the auction continued…


“4100”… “4500”… “Do I hear 5000? Going once. Going twice…” The bikers voice rose to a crescendo. “Sold to the gentleman in seat seven for the bargain price of 4500! Payable in cash only. Congratulations, sir…”


Aubree slipped the buckle loose and felt the collar slip away from her neck. Im no animal! And, Im damn sure not for sale! Screw all of you!


In a sudden burst of speed, Aubree pulled the collar from her neck and made a mad dash for the doorway at the back of the stage. Her eyes focused intently on her clothes, lying in a pile in the hallway.


The biker stopped in mid sentence, stunned. He looked over his shoulder at the retreating girl in disbelief. He looked down at the empty collar. “Fucking, bitch! He turned an ran after her. A loud gasp of shock came from the audience.


Winston watched as Aubree ran across the stage for the open doorway. His eyes narrowed as he watched her jiggling buttocks and bouncing breasts. “Fucking little tramp”, he murmured under his breath. He looked down at the man sitting on the stool. “Sorry, Black. I told you it was too soon.”


Black laughed. “Adorable.” He tapped the cane against his boot. “Just adorable. Such spirit!” He grabbed up the beer bottle at his feet and took a long gulp. Swallowing loudly, he looked up at Winston. “Fetch, boy.”


Winston raced across the stage.


Aubree hit the doorway at a dead run. She scooped up her clothes and raced down the hall. She could hear shouting behind her. She rounded the corner and looked up the steep stairway. With barely a pause, she took the stairs two at a time. She was aware of someone behind her. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the biker. He was gaining ground. She increased her speed and burst into the pool hall at a dead run.


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The men in the hall gasped as the nude girl ran full speed through the room. Pool sticks and beer bottles hit the ground. Shouting and whistles erupted.


Aubree could see the front door. Holding her clothes in front of herself, she dodged several stunned men and burst full speed through the door and into the parking lot. She heard a window shatter behind her as the door slammed shut. Glass tinkled onto the pavement.


Turning to her left, she ran the length of the building and turned into an alleyway. Her breathing was labored. The air felt like fire in her lungs. Without hesitation, she plunged into the darkened alley. Pebbles cut into her bare feet as she ran across the broken pavement. At the end of the alleyway was a low fence. Aubree jumped onto the fence and pulled herself over. Her shorts got hung on the fence and she let them go.


Gripping her shirt tightly in her hands, she ran through a darkened field behind the building. On the other side of the field she could see tall trees. She ran desperately for the tree line. She could hear the biker stumbling over the fence behind her. He was cursing and out of breath.


Aubree increased her speed and burst into the trees. The ground in front of her declined sharply and Aubree lost her balance. She stumbled, rolling down the embankment. At the bottom of the hill she lay on her back breathing heavily, looking up through the branches at the night sky. Slowly, she rose to her hands and knees and looked back up the incline through the trees. She could hear distant voices but there appeared to be no immediate pursuit. I lost them! Bastards!


Aubree looked around. Her shirt had slipped from her hands and lay several feet up the embankment. She stood up, brushing leaves and twigs from her nude body. A branch snapped behind her causing her to freeze. She looked over her shoulder… it was hard to see anything in the moonlight. She couldnt detect any movement. Probably just an animal… Trembling, Aubree walked over and picked up her shirt. It was the only garment she had been able to retain. She shook it out and pulled it over her head. She looked down at herself. The shirt came to just beneath her breasts. Aside from that, she was fully nude. Now what? I dont have a cell phone … Im not even sure where I am… I cant walk around like this. Im naked! Aubree felt sick. She crouched down and held her arms around her knees, squeezing her big toes. Oh god… Oh god…


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Chapter 10: The Hunter, the Hunted, the Homeless and the Law


Winston stood with his hands on his hips, looking across the field behind the building. Fucking little tramp. He shook his head in disbelief. Little tramp… He spit on the ground in disgust.


The bearded biker walked up to him. He handed Winston Aubrees shorts. “I guess the little bitch aint gonna get far without her pants. I found them snagged on the fence.”


Winston held the shorts by his side and ran a hand over his damp forehead. “Yeah. She isnt going to get anywhere except across my knee.”


The biker laughed. “You got a real livewire this time, Winston. I aint never seen a girl run that fast. She should be in the fucking Olympics!”


The sound of car doors slamming and engines turning over came from the parking lot in front of the building. Winston glanced over his shoulder.


Mr. Black rounded the corner and approached Winston. Gravel crunched under his boots. “Well, my good friend. It would seem your little Aubree has spooked my clientele. Most unfortunate.”


The sound of screeching tires came from the parking lot. Mr. Black looked up at the night sky, shaking his head slowly... “Unfortunate, indeed.”


Winston nodded. “Sorry, Black. But, I told you it was too soon for this.”


Mr. Black waved his hand in the air as if brushing off Winstons comment. “Dust in the wind. Mist on the ocean.” He tapped his walking stick on the gravel.


Black looked at the biker. “Roger, go back and try to calm whatever of our clients still remain. Tell them everything is under control and drinks are on the house. And hurry up. Were bleeding money with every second.”


“Yes, sir.” Roger walked away, quickly.


Black walked over and placed a hand on Winstons shoulder. “It goes without saying that this is your problem, Winston.” He squeezed his shoulder. “Find the girl and make sure nothing gets out. Its bad enough that many of my regulars were frightened by this incident. To have a half naked teenager with a loose mouth picked up by the police would be catastrophic.” 


Winston nodded. “Dont worry. Ill find her.”


Black smiled. “Im sure you will. Nothing but faith, old friend...nothing but faith… and by the way, my offer still stands. Little Aubree will be the jewel in my crown.” He cracked his knuckles while holding his walking cane under his elbow. “Shes the best find youve had in years, my good man. Im particularly fond of her natural breasts. Hard to find an all natural girl these days… what a pity.”


Winston was irritated. Just go away you unbearable prick… He smiled at Mr. Black. “Dont worry. I have an idea.”


Black slapped Winston on the back. “Good hunting, old man.” He walked away, gravel crunching under his boots. “Good fucking hunting…”


As Mr. Black approached the corner, he turned back. Pausing, he shot a glance at Winston, lifting his cane like a sword. “Dont let me down or you know Ill have your head on a platter.” The cane whistled through the air in a cutting motion. Black laughed as he vanished around the corner.


Winston watched as Mr. Black walked away. Screw you. You arrogant dick. Winston pulled out a cigarette and lit it. His hands shook. Pulling deeply, he exhaled the smoke into the moonlight. He turned around and headed back to the parking lot.


Opening his truck, Winston reached into the glove box. He pulled out a flash light, his cell phone and a pair of hand cuffs. He tossed Aubrees shorts onto the floorboard. Slamming the truck door, he headed back to the rear of the building. Youre going to pay for this, little girl… dearly…


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Meanwhile…


Aubree looked around at the dark trees. Sweat coated her bare stomach and thighs. Her breathing was short and quick. Panic engulfed her. She stumbled through the trees. Her bare feet were bruised and aching. Perspiration trickled down her back. She was hot and frightened. Mosquitoes buzzed around her head. The skimpy shirt clung to her breasts. Her nipples were outlined through the wet fabric. Leaves crunched beneath her feet as she walked through the darkened woods. Where am I?


Aubree continued through the darkness for several long minutes. Her heart pounded with fear. Every noise made her jump. Im going to get ticks… She continued walking, forcing one bare foot in front of the other.


Suddenly, she broke out of the trees and stood looking down a hill. At the base of the hill, she saw railroad tracks. Beyond the tracks, she saw a warehouse complex. Several buildings squatted under the pale glow of fluorescent parking lot lights. There was no movement.


Aubree started down the hill towards the railroad tracks and the warehouses beyond. Maybe theres a payphone down there… I could call collect…


She carefully made her way down the hill. She stepped gingerly over the railroad tracks and walked quickly towards the light from the silent warehouse complex. There has to be a phone… I need to pee…


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Winston slapped a mosquito on his cheek and cursed. He wiped his palm across his jeans and aimed the flashlight at the ground. He stood at the bottom of a steep embankment, surrounded by tall trees. He scanned the ground with his flashlight. Broken twigs… crushed leaves… Shes been here… I can smell her… Kneeling down, Winston brushed aside the leaves, revealing the damp earth beneath. He smiled at the footprint in the mud. What cute little feet you have, girl… He stood up and continued through the darkness….


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Aubree hurried towards the large fence which surrounded the warehouse complex. She felt a droplet of sweat running between her bare buttocks. Im so hot…


Reaching the base of the fence, she looked up at the barbed wire. Darn it! She quickly glanced around. Darn it! A few feet away stood a clump of bushes. Aubree hurried over to the shrubs. Squatting down, she urinated onto the dirt. The sound of her urine was loud in the still night air. She had never had to use the bathroom so badly. She held a hand over her bare stomach as if trying to push out every last drop.


Standing up, she looked back across the railroad tracks and up the steep hill beyond. Through the dark trees she thought she saw a flashlight. She strained her eyes, squinting into the darkness… It was definitely a flashlight. She could see the beam darting through the trees. Theyre coming after me! Oh no… A trickle of urine ran down her bare thigh.



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Winston stood at the top of the hill, looking down at the warehouse complex. Thats where the little bitch went… probably looking for a phone… He switched off the flashlight and pulled out his cell phone. He scanned through his contact list and dialed a number. He slapped a mosquito on his arm and cursed.


He listened as the cell phone connected. After a couple of rings a voice came through…


“Yeah.”


Winston smiled. “Sam? Hey. Its Winston. Are you on the beat?”


“Yeah… why?”, the voice responded.


“I have an issue… need a favor…”


“What the fuck, Winston? I thought we were even…”


Winston grimaced. “Not yet, Sam. I need one more favor.”


There was silence at the other end.


Winston continued. “I lost a girl tonight. I think shes at the old scrap metal plant. I need your help.”


The voice on the other end was weak… “Okay… scrap metal plant… girl… got it… but this is it, Winston. No more.”


Winston spit. “Fine. No more. Im sure your wife would love to see the video tape.”


There was silence.


“Sam?” Winston looked at the phone to make sure he still had a connection. He frowned.


The voice came from the other end. “Yeah. Fine… no issues… So, whats this chick look like?”


Winston smiled. “Shes practically naked… I think she has a cut off shirt… says Daddys Girl on the front. Aside from that, shes as naked as the day she was born. Just look for a nude girl at the scrap metal plant. If you find her, call me.”



“Fine. Nude girl at the scrap metal plant. Got it.” There was a long silence.


“Winston?”


“Yeah?” Winston smiled.


The voice continued. “If I find this girl, I assume Ill get some?”


Winston laughed. “Yeah, Sam. Youre on.”


Winston hung up the phone and ran a sweaty hand through his thin hair. Fucking bitch… dont fuck with me!…



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Aubree walked slowly down the fence line. Brambles cut into her bare feet and legs. She winced. Her breathing was short and quick. Sweat glistened on her naked flesh. She looked through the fence at the warehouses beyond… these buildings look vacant… Her heart pounded. She pulled on the hem of her shirt, wishing it would at least cover her stomach…


She rounded the corner of the fence line and stopped. A barren parking lot lay before her. A lone van sat forlornly under a street lamp. The van was rusted and sat on flat tires. Aubree looked across the parking lot. A darkened guard shack stood at the entrance to the complex. Maybe theres a phone… Aubree hurried across the warm pavement towards the guard shack. She held one hand over her bare pubic area and the other over her buttocks in a futile attempt to hide her nudity from anyone who may be looking. The pavement felt hot under her feet reminding her of the reality of her situation… Hes after me… Im nude! 


As she approached the abandoned shack she noticed headlights in the distance… a car… She rushed towards the guard shack. She looked over her shoulder to see if there was any pursuit. I know Winston is looking for me… She ran, full speed towards the guard shack.



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Keenan sat in the abandoned van which he called home. His hands gripped the decaying steering wheel as he pumped the accelerator. “Varoom! Varoooom…” He made engine noises and pretended to be on the open road. “Varoooom!” He fell back against the seat, laughing. Holy shit, baby! If I could get you running we would take a tour all round this fucking country! … He leaned forward and grabbed the whiskey bottle at his feet. Leaning back, he took a huge gulp. He grimaced as the warm fluid ran down his throat. Fuck yeah… He fell back into the drivers seat and reached into his pocket looking for the half cigarette he had found in the street. Come to daddy…


Suddenly, Keenan froze. There was movement on the fence line. What the freakin hell? He squinted his eyes into the darkness. What is that? His vision cleared momentarily and he made out the image of a young girl. The girl was nude from the waist down. Her skimpy shirt barely covered her heaving breasts. She couldnt be a day over eighteen…young… Keenans cock sprang to life. What the fuck is you doing out here, honey? He leaned forward towards the van door. Lets see if I can give you some directions… He stopped. Looking down the road he made out approaching headlights… them is cop lights for sure… Keenan pulled the door closed and sank back into the seat. Fuckin pigs… He strained his eyes to see the girl. She was running towards the guard house. In trouble, girlie? He sank lower in the seat and gripped his stiffening penis in his hand. I know trouble, girlie…


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Aubree reached the guard shack and placed a hand on the cold brick wall. She shot a glance at the street and saw the headlights getting closer. Im nude! I need to hide!


Aubree hurried over to the door of the darkened shack. She turned the handle and the door opened easily. Thank god! …She stepped into the guard shack and closed the door behind herself.


She glanced around the interior of the shack. Rubbish covered the floor. The electronic control panel was covered with cobwebs. Her eyes came to rest on the phone. Ill call for help! Aubree grabbed the phone and held it to ear. There was only dead silence… no dial tone. She slammed the phone against the wall. God help me! Give me a break! Please! She tossed the phone receiver to the ground. Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks….


Crouching down, Aubree looked over the control panel and through the window. The headlights from the approaching car grew brighter.


As the car approached and pulled into the vacant parking lot, Aubree realized it was a police car. The police! Im saved! She stood up and strained her eyes through the dusty glass of the guard shack. Police! Its the police! Aubree took a step towards the door.



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Officer Sam Conner slowed the police cruiser to a stop. The crackling voice of the police dispatcher echoed through the car. He turned the volume down. Rolling down the window, he activated the cruisers search light and aimed the bright light at the barbed wire fence surrounding the abandoned plant. Nude girl…God, please let me find her… He opened the car door and stepped into the parking lot. His boots echoed through the parking lot as he closed the door and reached for his flashlight. He walked slowly towards the fence, shining the flashlight around the vacant parking lot. His eyes narrowed and he licked his dry lips.


Suddenly, Officer Conner noticed movement from his peripheral vision. He shot a glance to his right. The door to the guard shack was opening. What the fuck? He aimed his flashlight at the guard shack. “Hold it! Step out of the shack where I can see you!” He fingered his gun holster. “Come out, now!” He took a step towards the guard shack.


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Aubree was nervous. Her heart pounded. The police! Thank God! The police… I can tell them what Winston has been doing… why Im nude… She opened the door completely and stood behind it, peeking around the corner. She called out to the police officer. “Officer? Please… I need help… I dont have any clothes. Some men tried to attack me.”


She watched as the policeman turned his flashlight towards her. She heard him shout for her to come out. No! Im not dressed! She stepped back into the guard shack. She yelled out the door, “I cant come out. I dont have any clothes!”


She ducked behind the door and listened as the policeman walked across the parking lot towards the shack. He called out again. “STEP OUT OF THE GUARD SHACK AND KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!”


Aubree shook with fear. She leaned out the door. “I cant come out. Im not wearing any clothes! Some men tried to hurt me. Please give me something to cover up with.”


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Sam smiled as he walked towards the shack.  Stupid girl… He aimed the flashlight at the base of the guard shack door. He caught a glimpse of the girls bare foot. He smiled, remembering Winstons words, “Shes practically naked… I think she has a cut off shirt… says Daddys Girl on the front. Aside from that, shes as naked as the day she was born.”… Sam stopped ten feet away from the guard shack. He aimed the flashlight at the door. “Step out of the building and keep your hands where I can seem them! DO IT NOW!!”


Aubree shook with terror as she slowly stepped from behind the door. She held her hands outstretched in front of herself. She bit her bottom lip as the beam from the policemans flashlight traveled over her exposed body.


“Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together.”, the policeman commanded.


Aubree complied. As she laced her fingers together, she realized the skimpy shirt had lifted considerably, baring the bottoms of her large breasts. She tried to reason with the officer. “Pl..please, sir. I need help… some men attacked me. I lost my clothes and…”


The officer silenced her with a barking command. “Shut your mouth. Ill ask the questions. Youll answer them. Understood?”


Aubree nodded her head. “Yes.” Why is he acting like this towards me? Cant he see I need help?


Sam moved the flashlight up and down Aubrees slender figure, drinking in her bare legs and firm stomach. His eyes fell to her trim pubic hair and slit. “Turn around and get on your knees. Keep your hands on top of your head. Dont make any sudden moves.”


He watched as the trembling girl slowly turned and sank to her knees. His eyes locked onto her incredible ass. He felt his cock hardening. He adjusted his crotch with one hand. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his phone and fired off a quick text message to Winston.  “got the girl. in front of the plant by guard shack.” He put the phone back into his pocket and stepped towards the kneeling teenager.


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Keenan watched from the van as the officer ordered the practically nude girl out of the guard shack and onto her knees. You is in real trouble now, girlie. Running around out here without no clothes… the police is gonna do your ass real good… He took a long pull on the whiskey bottle. I just hopes I get to see em stick it up you good! He strained his bleary eyes and tried to focus on the action at the guard shack.


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Winston was struggling to get down the steep hill and to the railroad tracks below when his cell phone beeped. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled the phone out. He read the text message and smiled. Damn, Sam! They should make you a detective! That was some fast work! He switched off his flashlight and continued down the hill, smiling.


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Sam looked down at the quivering girl. His eyes swept over her bare back and delectable butt coming to rest on the soles of her cute little bare feet. “All right, young lady. Care to explain why youre trespassing on private property and in such a state of undress?”


Aubree inhaled deeply. “A man from my apartments named Winston has been blackmailing me into doing stuff…hes been threatening me if I dont do what he says. He took me to some club or bar just on the other side of the woods over there. I didnt want to go with him but he forced me… when we got inside the club Winston and some other men made me get undressed and I think they were going to auction me for sex…” Aubree sniffled as tears started to run down her pretty cheeks. “They were going to assault me. I managed to run from them and I got out the front door and ran through the woods until I got here… I wasnt able to get any of my clothes except this shirt… I was looking for a phone and…”


Sam stopped her. “Slow down. Slow down. Are you talking about Big Jacks”


Aubree nodded. “Yes. I think thats what the sign said. There were awful men in there…”


Sam cut her off. “You say some guy named Winston is blackmailing you? Whats his last name?”


Aubree suddenly realized she didnt even know his last name. She stammered… “I… I… Im not sure what his name is… just Winston… I know what he looks like and…he works at my apartments… hes…”


Sam shook his head. “You dont know his name, heh? Whats your name, missy?”


“Aubree Sidney.”


Sam chuckled. “Id ask for your identification but we can both see you arent carrying any.”


Aubree looked up at the bright street lamp. Why is he laughing??? Tears rolled down her face.


“Okay then. Where do you live?”


“Green Meadow Apartments… Look mister, can I put my hands down? Do you have a blanket or something? I need to cover up. Im embarrassed.”


Sam walked around and stood in front of Aubree looking down at her. He read the slogan emblazoned on the front of her skimpy shirt. “Daddys Girl, huh? And where is your daddy exactly”

Aubree pressed her thighs together tightly. “In Reed… Im from Reed…”


The officer nodded. “Now thats a small town.” He gave her a hard stare. “Have you been drinking? I think I smell alcohol.”


Aubree swallowed hard. “The men gave me a beer at the club. I didnt want it but I was scared.”


“How old are you, Ms. Sidney?”


Aubree looked down at the ground. “Eighteen.”


“Do you know the legal drinking age is twenty-one, Ms. Sidney?”


Aubree breathed deeply. Why isnt he listening to me? “Yes. Please didnt you hear what I said? Some men attacked me… Winston is probably looking for me right now. Shouldnt you call for back up or something?”


Sam smiled. He walked back around behind the nude teenager. “You can put you hands down now, miss. In fact, you can put them behind your back.” He unclipped the handcuffs from his belt.


The sound of the officer unfastening his handcuffs made Aubrees heart leap into her throat. She was shocked and frightened. “Why? Why are you getting the handcuffs? I told you what happened and…”


“Shut your mouth.” Sam held the flashlight under his arm as he leaned over and grabbed Aubrees hands, pulling them down behind her back. He slapped the cuffs on her wrists and locked them in place. “Im arresting you for public intoxication, trespassing and public indecency. Now get up.” He grabbed her under the arm and lifted her to her feet.


Aubree was crying uncontrollably and could barely form words. “Wh… what? Why are you… what are you doing? Please…”


Sam pulled the nude and sobbing girl towards the squad car. When they got to the car, he spun her around and pushed her back against the car. He kicked her legs apart and looked down at her body. He placed a hand between her legs and traced her slit with a callused finger. “Are you hiding anything down here?” He slipped a finger inside her. Aubree squirmed and tried to close her legs but Officer Conner forced her legs apart with his knee. He looked up at her ample chest. “Are you concealing anything under your shirt.” Oh yeah… youre definitely concealing those big melons…


Aubree felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. She wished she could wipe the tears from her face but her hands were cuffed firmly behind her back. “No. What could I be hiding?”, she stammered.


Sam put his fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. Her bare breasts sprang from under the skimpy material. He bunched the shirt up under her chin and looked down at her ample mounds. “You never know. I cant be too cautious, Ms. Sidney.” He inspected her bare breasts.


He pulled her to the back of the car and opened the door. “Get in. Watch your head.” He placed his hand on top of her head and guided the nearly nude teenager into the backseat. He slammed the door shut and walked around the car.


Aubree sat in the back of the police cruiser and watched through tear stained eyes as the officer walked around to the drivers side door. She realized her shirt was still pulled up above her breasts. She wriggled in the seat attempting to get the t-shirt to fall back down over her exposed mounds. Unfortunately, her breasts were so large that the shirt wouldnt fall back into place. Her wrists felt numb from the tight handcuffs. Fresh tears started in her eyes.


Officer Conner opened the drivers side door and sank into the seat pulling the door closed behind himself. He turned the volume up on the scanner and flipped on the backseat light. He turned around and placed an elbow on the seat looking at the naked girl in the back. He drank in her lovely form…her pretty face and full lips.. her round firm breasts… with erect nipples and large areolas… firm stomach and adorable little bellybutton… smooth tan legs and cute little petite feet… He had a sudden thought. Reaching into the glove compartment, he pulled out his digital camera. I have to get some pictures of this little hottie…


Turning around, he aimed the camera at the nude girl. He zoomed in on her tits and stomach. The flash from the camera caused Aubree to jump. She looked up at him with wide eyes. Her mouth hung open in shock. She tried to form words but couldnt… 


Sam smiled and zoomed out to take in her entire figure. He snapped another picture.


Aubree finally found words. “What in the heck are you doing? You cant just take pictures of me like this!” She bit her bottom lip.


Sam shrugged. “It procedure Ms. Sidney. I have to be able to prove there were no bruises on you at the time of the arrest.” He smiled reassuringly. “Now, I need you to get up on your knees and turn around in the seat and face away from me so I can document your backside as well.”


“No! This isnt right! Ive never heard of this type of procedure! Youre just being perverted!” Aubrees heart felt like it would explode through her chest.


Sam frowned. “Dont make me have to come back there Ms. Sidney. We can document this the easy way or the hard way.”


Aubree bent forward in the seat, pressing her breasts against her bare thighs. Her hair fell across her legs concealing her nudity.


Sam was getting irritated. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He dropped the camera in the seat next to him and pulled out his phone. “Yeah.”… “I still have her.”…” “Okay. Ill see you there.” He clicked off the phone and flipped off the backseat light. He pulled the cruiser through the abandoned parking lot and headed towards the rear of the plant.


Aubree slowly sat back up in the seat. Her wrists were really starting to hurt and her tummy was aching. “Where are we going?” She was nervous. Why is he pulling back here? Shouldnt we be headed to the main road?


Sam didnt answer Aubrees question. He turned up the scanner allowing the police dispatcher to drown out Aubrees pathetic pleas.


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Keenan watched the police cruiser pull through the parking lot and round the corner headed towards the back of the factory. Holy shit. That pig is gonna get him some of that little ho for sure! Pullin back there and all… hes goin to the dark spot… she must have agreed to give up the booty to stay outta lock up… He rubbed his palms together and grabbed his bottle. Opening the door of the van slowly, he looked around the parking lot. Once he was sure no one else was around, he stumbled across the parking lot and peeked around the corner of the fence. A narrow lane of pavement continued for about a hundred yards and ended at an old loading dock facility. Several abandoned trailers were backed into the loading bays. Keenan could make out the police car as it backed between two of the abandoned trailers. Silently, Keenan crept down the pavement… I gotta see this here shit…


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Aubree was definitely not liking the look of things as the officer pulled to the back of the complex and backed the cruiser in between two old trailers. She watched as he shifted the vehicle into park.


“What are you doing? Shouldnt we go to the station?” The officer didnt respond. Aubree wiggled her bare toes on the floor mat. “Sir? Please can you tell me what were doing?” The officer remained silent.


Aubree bit her bottom lip. “Please, officer. Didnt you hear what I said earlier? This man from my apartments has been threatening me and making me do stuff… bad stuff… he made me go with him to the club tonight and made me get undressed… I wasnt just running around without clothes… I can give a statement.” She was frustrated at the officers continuing silence.


She strained against the handcuffs. “Please, sir. Can you at least loosen these cuffs? I think theyre cutting off the circulation in my hands. I cant feel my thumbs.”


Suddenly, Aubree noticed a shadowy figure walking across the pavement towards the police cruiser. She swallowed hard. The front door opened and she watched as the officer stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut behind himself.


She was left alone in the squad car. The sound of the police dispatcher echoed through the interior of the car. She struggled against the handcuffs. Oh god… oh god…


She watched as the officer stopped at the hood of the cruiser and waited for the approaching figure. As the shadowy form got closer she could begin to make out his features. Winston! Oh my god!


Aubrees eyes widened as she watched Winston walk up to the officer and shake his hand. They had a brief discussion and Winston turned towards the car, glaring at Aubree through the window. He slowly unfastened his belt and walked towards the back door.


Aubree was terrified. She couldnt understand what was happening. She slid to the far side of the car, away from the door which Winston was approaching. She felt her bladder release as warm urine ran down her legs. “Help!” She screamed at the window. She struggled against the handcuffs as Winston opened the door and leaned into the car.


Winston snarled as he reached into the backseat of the police car. “Come here you little bitch!” He grabbed Aubrees arm and pulled her towards him. “You thought you could just run away and embarrass me in front of my business acquaintances?”


Aubree pulled back and tried to wrench her arm free from Winstons firm grasp. “Stop it! Please!” She kicked at Winston, striking his chin with her bare foot. “Get away from me!” She pulled back, feeling her own warm urine on the vinyl seat. The bottoms of her thighs were wet and slick. “Get away!” She kicked her feet in Winstons direction. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards the door. Try as she might, Winston pulled her across the seat towards the door.


Winston grabbed a handful of Aubrees hair and yanked her forcibly from the car. She sank to her knees in front of him on the hot pavement. He balled his fist and struck her full force in the face. The sound of his fist striking her face echoed through the parking lot.


Aubree collapsed onto the pavement. She was dazed and seeing stars. She tasted blood on her lips. Vaguely, as if far away, she heard the officer walking over to them. His voice was distant… “Take it easy, Winston. Dont kill them damned girl.”


“Shut up, Sam!”, Winston yelled. He grabbed the cringing girls arm and pulled her to a standing position. Aubrees eyes rolled back in her head. She felt nauseated. Her knees buckled and she would have fallen back to the ground were it not for Wintons firm grasp. He balled his fist again and punched her hard in the stomach, knocking the wind from her lungs. He released her arm and allowed the girl to sink into a ball on the pavement.


Winstons eyes burned with rage as Officer Conner took a step towards him. “Look, Winston… calm the fuck down. Stop hitting the chick… Youre going to kill her.”


Winston took a step back, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “Fuck you, Sam.”


Sam walked over and stood looking down at Aubree. He listened as the prone girl gasped for air. He shot a glance at Winston. “Look. Thats enough. Shes learned her lesson.”


Winston ripped his belt from his waist. “She hasnt even come close to learning!” He raised the belt like a whip and came down across Aubrees bare butt. Smack! Smack! Smack! The belt continued to fall. Aubree cried out in pain…. 


Sam Conner took a step forward and stopped Winston with a hand around his wrist. “Stop it now, Winston. Thats it. Thats enough.”


Winston stared at Officer Conner with fury. “Get the fuck off me, Sam.”  He raised the belt again.


Sam pushed Winston backwards. “I said thats enough.”


Winston gripped the belt in both hands. His eyes were like an animals. Slowly, he stepped back. His eyes seemed to clear. “Yeah. Maybe youre right.” He fell back against the car and wiped his forehead. “Sorry. Its just that this little whore could have got me killed tonight.”


Sam nodded. “Understood. I know Black. Just take it freaking easy.”


Winston squatted down. “Fine, Sam. Youre right.” He dropped his belt on the ground.


Winston looked up at Officer Conner. “So? You still want to dip your wick?”


Sam smiled. “You bet.”


He walked over to Aubree and knelt down. “Hey, honey baby. You okay?”


Aubree heard the policemans voice. She rose to one elbow. “Please… pl… please help me.”


Sam placed a hand on the girls shoulder. “Its okay, honey. Youre okay.” He stroked her long hair, gently. He unlocked the handcuffs and pulled them off her wrists. “Can you feel your thumbs now?”


Aubree looked at the officers face. The police… hell take care of me… its his duty… “Yes. I think so…”



Aubree glanced at Winston. She looked up at Officer Conner. “Hes the one. Hes been blackmailing me. Ill swear to it…”


Sam smiled and rubbed Aubrees back. “Its okay, honey. I know.” He helped her to her feet, holding her by her elbow. “I know.” He reached under her shirt and pulled it over her shoulders. “Lets take this off.”


Aubree felt dazed. She allowed Officer Conner to pull the shirt over her head and watched him drop it to the ground.  He led her to the front of the squad car.


Aubree wiped tears from her cheeks. She looked at the officer. “Winston is the one… hes been making me do stuff… bad stuff…” She could taste the blood on her bottom lip.


Sam nodded. “Its okay. Dont worry.”


Aubree felt sick. “Why did you take my shirt off? What are we doing?” She sniffed and wiped her nose. “Thats Winston. Hes the bad one. Ill sign a statement.” Aubree glanced up at the officers face. Please…


Sam nodded. “Okay. Ill get that statement from you in a minute. First, Im going to fuck you in the ass, okay?”


Aubree tensed. No!!!! Every muscle in her body contracted. “What do you mean??? I dont want to do that…I want to press charges against that man…” 


Sam caressed the girls hair. “Its okay, honey. Ill take your statement later. First, I just want to fuck you in your little butt, okay?”


“No!” Aubree struggled to free herself from the officers grasp. “Stop it!” She wrenched an arm free and grabbed the hood. “Get off me!”


Sam grasped the girls hand and pulled it down. “Now, just bend over the car and spread your cheeks. Dont make me have to do this the hard way.”


“No!” Aubree twisted in the officers strong arms. She scratched his face. “Get away!”


Winston stood up and walked over to the struggling girl. “Now… now… calm down, little girl. The officer has been kind enough to overlook your public drunkenness. Now, youre going to bend straight the fuck over and spread those tight little ass cheeks and show him how thankful you are.” He gripped Aubrees shoulders and spun her around, pushing her face down on the hood. He shot a look at Sam. “Ill hold the little bitch down. Go ahead and give it to her.”


Aubree strained against Winstons firm grasp. She listened as the officer unbuckled his belt and lowered his zipper. She kicked her feet behind herself. She felt the officer step up and place the head of his cock against her anus. She heard him spit and grease his shaft with his palm.


“No! Get off me! Please!” Aubree felt the officer plunge his thick cock into her rectum. Ohhhh… She went numb.


Aubree lay with her face pressed against the warm hood of the police cruiser. She could hear the engine humming beneath the hood. The bright headlights felt hot on her bare thighs. She heard the officer groaning as he violated her anally. Winston pressed down on her shoulders, holding her in position. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the officer plunged deeply inside her. She tried to remember how many times she had been violated in this way in the past week. Three? Four? Everything seemed to run together… Dolphins in the ocean… swimming free…


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Keenan watched from the shadows. He strained his eyes as the officer lowered his trousers and started to fuck the nude young girl. You is getting it good, honey baby. Awww yeah… right in that little ass… He continued to watch as the odd man held the girl down while the policeman pumped in and out of her ass. Hes like a bull fucking a cow! Keenan laughed under his breath as the policeman put one foot on the bumper to get a better angle on the poor girls exposed anus. He heard the girls pitiful whimpers. He turned the bottle up and took a big gulp. The whiskey burned as it went down. Burns so good…


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Sam felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. Aubrees ass was so tight! He plunged his cock as deep as it would go and then pushed harder. Fuck yes… fuck yes, baby! Her sphincter seemed to grip his cock like a glove. He thrust against her harder. He placed his hands on her buttocks and pulled them apart. “Thats right. Take it all you little bitch.” His pumping increased.


Aubree felt the mans penis as it plunged deep inside her. Just get it over with… She felt the head of his penis swelling. Seconds later, she felt the warmth of his sperm as he ejaculated into her rectum. She felt him ease his penis from her aching anus. She passed out.


Sam wiped his sweaty forehead. He squeezed his cock, pushing the remaining cum onto her bare buttocks. He pulled his trousers up and fastened his belt. He looked down at the nude teenager. “Get her off my hood, Winston. Shes smearing the wax job.”


Winston yanked Aubree up by her hair and guided the barely coherent girl to the back of the car. He opened the door and pushed her inside. She collapsed on the seat like a rag doll. He slammed the door shut.


He walked over to Sam, stopping to pick up Aubrees discarded shirt. “I appreciate your help, Sam. Can you give me a ride back to Big Jacks to get my truck?”


Sam nodded. “Sure, Winston. That little bitch has one tight ass. Thatll get you a free ride. Get in.”


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Keenan took another gulp of whiskey. He watched as the men got into the police car. Where they takin that little bitch now? He took another gulp of whiskey. I sure wish I was with em… Id fuck the shit outta that little ho…. He watched the police cruiser pull away. Oh well… showtime is over…


He turned and headed back to the van. By the time he reached the abandoned van, his pants were already opened. He slammed the door closed behind himself and started stroking his raging erection. Images of the cute little teenager getting butt fucked flashed through his mind. Helllll yesss……

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Sam eased the car to a stop next to Winstons truck. “All right, man. Well see you. Just not soon, I hope.”


Winston nodded. “Thanks, Sam.” He noticed Sam looked pale. “Take it easy, man. Everything is cool.” He stepped out of the car and opened the back door. He pulled Aubree from the backseat. “Come on, girl. Youve caused enough problems for one night.”


Winston quickly scanned the parking lot. After being satisfied no prying eyes were near, he pulled Aubree to his truck and threw her into the passengers seat. He tossed her shirt into her lap and slammed the door. He hurried around the truck and jumped into the drivers seat. He watched as Sam pulled the police car into the street and sped away.


He turned to Aubree. She was curled into a ball on the seat with her hands wrapped around her knees, squeezing her big toes. She looked up at him. Her eyes were wide with fear. Dirt streaked her tearstained face.


“It goes without saying that youve made me very angry, little girl.” He placed a hand on the back of her head and pulled her hair back. “You embarrassed me in front of my friends and associates. You cost me dearly needed money… money which I need to support you… now that youre without a job and have become my dependent.”


Aubree didnt speak. She closed her eyes and listened to his threatening tone as he continued. “You have inconvenienced the police… and hopefully, you see now that going to the police will do you absolutely no good whatsoever.” He gripped her hair tightly and pulled her head back. “Do you hear me, girl? Do you understand?”


Aubrees voice was weak. “yes, sir.”


Winston smirked. “Therefore, because of your incorrigible behavior, you will not be returning to your apartment tonight. You will come home with me. And… you will be punished… severely. Do you understand?”


“yes, sir.” Aubree felt faint.


Winston unbuttoned his pants and slowly lowered the zipper. He eased his hard cock free and gave it a firm squeeze. “Get over here and suck my dick, little girl.”


He smiled as Aubree obediently leaned forward and took his manhood into her warm mouth. “Thats it girl. Suck it good. Suck it like those joints you like to smoke.” He placed a large hand on the back of her head and guided her forward onto his raging erection.


For a moment, Winston listened to the slurping sound of Aubrees mouth on his cock. Then, he cranked the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. “Thats it, little tramp…”


He punched the gas and sped down the street. He flipped on the radio and leaned back against the seat. Life is good… its good to be a man… Winston laughed out loud.



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The door to Big Jacks Billiard Hall slowly opened as Winston sped away. A tall dark figure stepped into the moonlight. The flash of a lighter cast shadows across his deep set eyes. A roach ran across the pavement. 


Mr. Black drew heavily on his cigar and smiled. He tapped the cane against his leg and blew smoke into the still night air. Somewhere in the distance a forlorn siren wailed through the night. Black smiled. He stepped forward and smashed the roach beneath his heel…  Aubree… dear little Aubree…





To be continued. 






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