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Aubree’s First Apartment (cont)
Chapter 11: A Night in the Closet / A New Prospect Discovered
Winston pulled into the parking space and switched off the engine. He glanced over at the cringing teenager.
“Well. Here we are, girl. Green Meadows. Home sweet home.” He chuckled. His gaze fell over Aubree’s exposed body. Wearing only the short, cut off shirt which barely covered her large breasts, she sat with her arms wrapped around her knees. She squeezed her big toes. Winston’s eyes traveled over the teenager’s tight body. He smiled as he saw his thick semen running down her chin.
“Stop your whimpering, girl. Wipe your face. You don’t want to look like a cum guzzler do you?”
Aubree sniffed loudly and ran the back of her hand over her chin. She wiped the semen onto the seat. I’m not a cum guzzler.
Winston frowned. “You’ll be washing this truck tomorrow. Inside and out. Thoroughly.”
He stepped out of the truck and slammed the door. He looked up at the full moon and cracked his knuckles. Walking around to the passenger’s side, he opened the door and motioned Aubree out of the vehicle. “Disgusting little whore.”
Aubree’s eyes raced across the apartments. She noticed several young men and women on a second floor balcony drinking beers. She was aware of her nudity. She held her head down and cast a furtive glance at Winston. “Where are my shorts? Can I have them?”
Winston snorted. “Why? You act like a little whore. Why not be a little whore? It’s obvious to me that you have no shame. Why do you need pants? You weren’t so shy when I took nude photos of you.” Winston smiled. “Get out.” He paused. “Unless, of course, you would like those nude photos all over the internet…” He snapped his fingers. “Let’s go.”
Aubree slowly stepped out of the truck. Naked from the waist down, she held her hands over her private area. She attempted to hide behind the truck door. “Please, sir. Please… I’m naked.”
Winston smirked. “You’re not naked. You have your shirt.” He winked. “If you keep running at the mouth, I’ll have you nude. If you want to keep the shirt, then you had best start walking and stop acting like a little baby.” Winston coughed and spit. He gave Aubree a hard stare. He reached over and plucked the hem of her shirt, lifting it off her stomach. Aubree shivered and pushed his hand away. “Stop it.” She pulled the skimpy garment back down, attempting to cover as much bare flesh as possible.
Winston laughed. “What a little…baby… girl.” He made an exaggerated show of wiping his eyes. “Little, baby girl. Do you want to cry?” He burst into laughter.
Aubree’s eyes traveled up to the balcony. The young men and women were looking towards the truck. She could hear them whispering and laughing.
“Pl…Please sir. Please… may I have my shorts?” Aubree felt her cheeks turning red. Tears started in the corners of her eyes.
Winston folded his arms over his chest. “Absolutely not. Now, close the door and follow me.” He took a step back. “Shameful little girl. Just disgusting. Filthy little baby.”
Reluctantly, Aubree pushed the door shut and followed Winston across the parking lot. She held her head down causing her long hair to fall across her face. Like a mask…No one can see me… She looked at her bare feet as she hurried across the warm pavement. She practically had to jog to keep up with Winston’s fast pace. She heard the young people on the upper balcony. They were laughing at her… talking about her… she heard the word slut… She swallowed hard. I’m not a slut… Goose bumps rose over her bare buttocks.
Winston stopped midway across the parking lot and nodded his head, indicating that she should walk in front. She hesitated and glanced up at his face. Motioning to the stairway, he ordered her forward with an extended finger. “Walk”. Aubree bit her bottom lip and hurried forward, tears rolling down her cheeks. The kids on the balcony were talking about her. Shut up! You don’t understand!
Winston scratched his chin. His eyes roamed over Aubree’s adorable bare buttocks as she walked quickly towards the stairwell. What an ass… perfect crack… absolute perfect motion… shake it, baby!
Aubree rushed towards the stairs. Her eyes fell across the balcony… they’re laughing at me… She could see the people looking at her. The young women were pointing and laughing. The men started whistling and hooting. Aubree’s face felt hot. She pressed her palms over her privates and quickened her pace.
As she walked underneath the balcony and into the breezeway, she shifted her hands to her bare butt, trying in vain to hide her jiggling buttocks. The young men only hooted louder. She saw a camera flash. She heard the girls giggling and commenting loudly on her butt. Aubree rushed into the breezeway to get away from their prying eyes. She paused at the foot of the stairs. Her breathing was heavy… I’m hyperventilating…
Winston walked up behind her. “Are you ashamed, girl?” He stared at her. His eyes were cold.
Aubree looked down at her bare toes. “Yes. I am ashamed. Please sir. Please…”
Winston cut her off with a wave us his hand. “Get up the stairs and to my apartment, little tart.” He gave her butt a hard slap. The sound of his hand on her bare backside echoed through the breezeway. Aubree jumped and rushed up the stairs.
Once she reached the second level, she hurried over to Winston’s door. Apartment 34C. She frowned. Bad times here…
Winston walked up behind her and pushed his key into the lock. He pushed the door opened and squeezed Aubree’s bare backside. He enjoyed the feel of her firm butt cheek in his palm. “Get in there, girl.” He pointed into the darkness.
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Aubree rushed into his apartment, thankful to be out of public view. She watched as he closed the door behind himself and locked the deadbolt.
He turned towards her and switched on the hall light... His eyes became dark and evil. He licked his dry, cracked lips. “Do you know what jeopardy you’ve put me in tonight, little tramp?” Winston lit a cigarette and blew smoke in Aubree’s face.
Aubree coughed and looked down at the carpet. “No… I’m sorry … I felt…”
Winston cut her off. “Shut up, whore! Who gives a damn about what you felt?” He took a step forward. “You could have gotten me killed!” He slapped her savagely across the face. Aubree collapsed onto the floor and curled into a ball.
Winston stood, looking down at the cowering teen with his hands on his hips. He shook his head. “You’re a disobedient little slut.” He grabbed the back of her flimsy shirt and gave it a hard yank. The material ripped easily and he tore it from her body, leaving her nude and shaking. “Fucking little bitch.” He cast the shredded remains of her shirt onto the floor. “Stay here.”
Aubree listened as Winston walked away. She peeked through her fingers at the apartment door. I should run away. I should escape…It’s just pot… how much trouble can I be in?… A tear ran down her cheek. She rose to a knee. Her thoughts raced. The pictures… he has nude pictures of me…I’m naked… I can’t leave… She sniffed loudly and fell back onto the floor. She curled into a ball and squeezed her big toes. Please… please…
Winston suddenly walked back into the room. He grabbed Aubree by the back of her hair and jerked her to her knees. He forced a ball gag into her mouth and tightened the strap behind her head. He pulled a black hood over her head and tied it at the neck.
Aubree was in complete blackness and couldn’t speak. She felt sick. She shuddered as Winston grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back. She chewed on the ball gag. She felt him slip handcuffs onto her wrists and lock them into place. He then jerked her into a standing position and guided her down the hallway. “What a little, pathetic baby.” Winston squeezed her bare arms. “Sniveling… little… baby.”
Aubree stumbled as Winston led her forward. The carpet burned her bare feet. She was blind and terrified. She heard Winston open a door and push her forward. She fell onto the ground in a heap. She heard the door close and the lock being slipped into place. From the other side of the door she heard his voice. “Stay here, little girl, and think about your deplorable behavior.” After that, he was gone.
Aubree lay on the ground for few minutes, listening. Her nose itched but she couldn’t move her hands to scratch the annoying itching. After several minutes, she sat up and crossed her legs in front of herself. She strained against the handcuffs but try as she might, her wrists were locked tightly behind her back. She kicked her feet out and struck a solid wall. Probing with her bare toes, she realized she was in small space, maybe four feet by three feet. The ceiling was less than three feet above. The blackness was complete. The sound of some type of furnace or water heater hummed just above her head. I’m in a closet… I want my daddy… Aubree cried. Panic overwhelmed her. I am a baby… tears rolled down her pretty cheeks.
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Winston collapsed onto the couch. Wiping his sweaty forehead, he flipped on the television and scrolled through the channels. What a fucking Saturday night. He crushed out a cigarette in the ashtray and immediately lit another. He listened to Aubree crying in the hall closet. He heard her kicking the door. Damned bitch!
Suddenly, the phone rang. Winston looked down at the caller id. A chill ran down his spine. He turned the volume up on the television and tried to ignore the ringing.
After several more rings, Winston grabbed the phone. He walked out onto the balcony and closed the sliding door behind himself.
“Yeah.” Winston frowned and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.
“Yeah. I found her. She’s with me now. She’s in for some real punishment.”
“Okay.” Winston wanted to throw the phone over the balcony.
“Sure. I have her free for a couple of days. She doesn’t go back to school until Tuesday.”
Winston shot a glance to his right as voices and laughter drifted across the parking lot from an opposite balcony. A group of young men and women were drinking beers on another balcony. Fucking kids… Winston’s eyes narrowed as he noticed a particularly pretty young blonde girl. She’s nice… not a day over eighteen… if that… nice tits… look at that ass… I would…
The voice on the other end of the phone snapped him out of his thoughts.
“What? Oh yeah. Right. Tuesday.”
Winston flipped his cigarette butt over the balcony and watched the red cherry burst onto the pavement. Like a bomb…
“Yeah. Tuesday. It’s Mercham University… you know… that Christian school. Good little catholic girl…” Winston laughed while looking at the opposite balcony.
He listened to the voice on the other end of the line. He raised his eyebrows. “Oh yeah? The dean? No shit?” His eyes became dark. “The dean??? Are you positive???” He glanced back into his apartment. “Sure… sure… I believe you. I never doubt you, Black.”
Winston walked back into the apartment and went to the refrigerator. He grabbed a beer and cracked the top. The foam ran out of the can and over his hand. He cursed internally. Son of a fucking bitch… He wiped his foot across the floor, smearing the spilled beer across the tiled floor. Son of bitch…
The caller’s voice continued. Winston paused.
“The dean of Mercham? A member? No fucking shit?” Winston took a long pull on the beer. “Well, that could be useful indeed.” He belched loudly. “He does? Knows Aubree?… You think? How much? Got his number?”
Winston grabbed a pad and pen and scribbled down a number.
“Five big bills, huh? I assume the referral would be a fifty/fifty split? Yeah… okay… 60/40... Cool.”
Winston tore the page off the pad and stuffed it into his back pocket.
“Done deal. Thanks. I’ll see you soon. But, I want…” The line went dead.
Winston clicked the phone off and pulled on the beer. I’ll be damned… if I ain’t already. He laughed. If I ain’t already… He squatted down and looked at the spilt beer. Fucking little son of a …
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Aubree lay in darkness. Her feet ached from kicking the solid door. The tears had stopped and she now felt numb. She curled into a ball, pulling her knees up to her bare breasts. I have to go number two… She listened to the distant sound of the television and thought she could hear Winston talking somewhere far away. Dolphins in the ocean. Momma and Daddy in Reed… She slowly drifted into a fitful sleep.
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Winston walked out of the apartment and down the stairs to the parking lot. He leaned against the wall and watched the party breaking up in apartment 42B. He watched the young men and women walking to their cars. He checked his watch. 2:12 AM.
Fucking kids… no discipline anymore…
His eyes followed the young blonde girl he had noticed earlier. He watched her walk to her car and kiss her boyfriend goodnight. How sweet. He licked his lips. Sexy little bitch… Winston’s eyes roamed over her body. She wore a tight white shirt which accentuated her firm young breasts, a short jean skirt which barely came to mid-thigh and low boots. Her butt was round, shapely and firm. She held her head high… arrogant… stuck on herself…Winston’s cock jumped as his eyes traveled down the back of her smooth legs. Little cutie pie… I’ll be seeing you soon…
As she pulled away, Winston jotted down her license plate number. Very soon… He smirked.
Winston turned back to the stairs and slowly walked to his apartment.
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Closing the apartment door, Winston flipped the deadbolt into place and switched off the hall light. He felt his cock hardening as he looked at the closet. Little Aubree…
Winston paused and listened to Aubree’s rapid breathing through the closet door. Sleeping… Fucking little girl… He started to reach for the doorknob. He hesitated. No… screw it… It’ll do her good to spend a night in the punishment closet… He smiled.
Winston unbuttoned his shirt as he walked into the bedroom. Stretching, he sat down at the computer desk and logged onto to the internet. He pulled a small scrap of paper out of his pocket and looked down at the license plate number scribbled there. Blondie…
Winston typed on the keyboard and lit a smoke. After a few seconds, he arrived at the correct website. He punched in the license number and waited. In a blink of the eye, his requested information appeared… like magic…
OWNER: Amber Anderson
DOB: 04-27-1990
HEIGHT: 5’6”
WEIGHT: 105 lbs
EYES: Green
HAIR: Blonde
Winston scrolled down and looked at her current address. Mmmmm… close by….
Winston navigated to another website. Gotta love social networking… ignorant young fools…
He typed the letters slowly…
A…M…B…E…R…A…N…D…E…R…S…O…N…
Zip code…
He clicked the enter button and watched the results. Scrolling through the applicable results, Winston slowly narrowed the field until he found his desired girl.
There she is… stupid little girl…
He clicked on Amber’s homepage and reviewed the description. He stopped dead in his tracks… Mercham Christian University… freshman… Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!
Winston fumbled through his pockets until he located another scrap of paper. The dean… maybe you and I can do business after all, little buddy! Winston chuckled… his chuckle turned to outright laughter… life is good… short, but good! Winston slapped the desk. Hell yes! Hell yes… He blew a smoke ring and drummed his fingers on the desk. He stared hard at the picture of Amber on the computer screen. I’m gonna get me some of that… He pulled hard on the cigarette and smiled. Damned straight…
Unfastening his pants, Winston pulled out his raging erection. He focused on the computer monitor and began to stroke. Soon, baby… soon…
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Aubree awoke suddenly. She was in complete blackness. The memory of her current predicament rushed over her. She strained against the handcuffs. She tried to stand up but her head struck the low ceiling. She attempted to spit out the ball gag but it was securely in place. She collapsed slowly onto the floor. Oh my god… Oh my god… Oh my god… She felt nauseated. Oh my god… dolphins…dolphins… She sank back and closed her eyes, crying herself to sleep.
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Chapter 12: Sunday Morning Breakfast
Aubree awoke to the smell of fresh bacon. The aroma was rich and filled her nostrils. She sat up on one elbow. Her hands were numb from the tight handcuffs. I can’t feel my thumbs… She realized she was hungry… and thirsty. Her mouth was dry. The floor was wet beneath her. I must have peed… She strained against the handcuffs and kicked at the closed door in front of her. She screamed into the ball gag. The muffled sounds of her screams gave her a hopeless feeling… No one can hear me…
Suddenly, Aubree heard the latch being unfastened on the door. Light poured through the dark hood covering her face. The voice of Winston spoke…
“Well. Good morning, little tramp.”
Aubree felt Winston’s hand on her head. He pulled the hood off her face. The light was blinding. Aubree squinted and gagged on the ball gag over her mouth. She felt spittle running down her chin. She closed her eyes tightly against the bright light. She felt sick.
Winston looked down at the cowering, nude girl. His eyes traveled over her exposed breasts and down to her bare slit. “Good morning, girl.” He slapped her face lightly. “Open your eyes, tramp.” He gave her another slap.
Aubree opened her eyes and focused on Winton’s down turned face. She chewed on the ball gag. Please… The light burned her eyes. She squinted.
Winston smacked her face again. “Open your eyes, stupid little girl!”
Aubree forced her eyes open and stared up at Winston’s face. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness. She was terrified.
Winston smiled. He leaned forward and unfastened the ball gag and cast it aside. He laughed as the drool ran down Aubree’s chin. He patted her on the head.
“Good morning, baby girl. Did you sleep well?”
Aubree ran her tongue over her dry lips. “No, sir.” Stop calling me ‘baby’. I’m not a baby…
Winston chuckled and stood with his hands on his hips. “I’m sorry to hear that, little girl. I really need you to be rested. You have a busy day ahead of you.”
Aubree felt sick. “What do you mean?”
Winston stretched. “Never mind that. Are you hungry?”
Aubree gasped. “Yes, sir!” The smell of fresh bacon lingered in the air. Her mouth watered. “I’m hungry and… thirsty…”
Winston smiled. He took a step forward. “I’m sure you’re hungry and thirsty, girl. A night in the closet will do that to you. It looks like you missed your bathroom privileges as well.” He laughed while looking down at the wet spot under her ass. “If you had obeyed me last night you would have been sleeping in your own bed instead of sleeping in your own piss.” He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her head. He looked down at her adorable upturned face. “Will you disobey me again?”
Aubree shivered as goose bumps rose on her bare skin. “No, sir.” She meant it.
Winston nodded his head. “I just might believe you, baby girl.” He lifted her out of the closet by her elbow. Spinning her around, he paused to admire her delectable bare ass before slipping the key into the handcuffs and removing them from her hands. He watched the terrified naked teenager as she massaged her numb wrists. Stupid little tramp…
He turned and pointed down the hallway towards the kitchen. “Get along, girl. I have some fresh bacon ready for you.” Aubree practically ran down the hallway. She was beyond hungry.
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Winston motioned her into the kitchen and pointed at the floor. “Sit.”
Aubree sank to the tiled floor and crossed her legs. Squeezing her big toes, she looked up at Winston. The floor felt sticky… dirty.
Winston was happy to see that she made no attempt to cover her nudity. You’re learning, little cunt. You’re learning. That cute little body belongs to me now…
Winston grabbed a plate of fresh bacon from the counter and handed it to Aubree. “Eat, girl. You’ll need your energy today.”
Aubree took the plate eagerly and began to shove the bacon into her mouth. Oh my god! Soooo good! I’m famished!
After consuming several strips of bacon, she looked up at Winston. “May I have a glass of water, sir?” The salt from the bacon compounded her burning thirst. She licked her dry lips.
Winston unfastened his trousers. “No. I’m afraid not. Your liquid nourishment will be my semen this morning, little baby girl.” He eased his raging cock out of his pants and held the thick shaft in his hand. He slowly began to stroke. “Keep eating your bacon, little girl.” He ran his hand up and down his hard erection. His cock began to stiffen. “Spread your legs and let me look at your pussy.”
Aubree slowly chewed on the bacon. She stared down at the floor. She could hear Winston masturbating. She swallowed loudly. “Please, sir… I’m thirsty.”
Winston stroked harder. “I know you’re thirsty, little girl. Spread your legs and let me look at your pussy and you’ll get something to drink.”
Aubree was ashamed. I’m a filthy little whore… She uncrossed her legs and spread them completely. Her pussy lips were on full display. She clenched her toes and took another bite of bacon and tried to look away from Winston. She crunched on the bacon slowly. I’m so thirsty…
The sound of Winston masturbating became intense as pre cum coated the firm length of his penis. She heard him moan. The slick, wet sound of his hand on his hard cock was loud in the still room.
Winston squeezed his cock and pumped up and down while looking down at the nude teenager. Fucking little tease. He felt himself approaching orgasm. He slowed his strokes. He enjoyed the feeling of the moist pre cum between his thumb and fingers. His cock was slick. He motioned at the cabinet. “Put the bacon down and go to the cabinet.” His breathing was labored… deep and fast.
He watched as Aubree placed the plate on the floor and rose to her knees. She stood and slowly walked across the floor and opened the cabinet. Her bare feet hardly made a sound on the soft tile. He grimaced with pleasure as his eyes traveled over her nude form, his hand moving up and down over his wet, pre cum covered cock. He looked at her bare back and beautiful ass crack. His eyes fell down her long legs and petite feet.
“Take out a glass.” Winston stroked his cock gently. He paid particular attention to the sensitive head. Prickling sensations ran over his thighs and lower back as he approached climax.
Aubree took out a glass. She felt sick. She stood with her back to Winston, listening to the squishing sound of his hand in motion. She shivered as he spoke…
“Okay, little girl. Come over here and kneel in front of me.”
Aubree slowly walked across the kitchen. She paused in front of Winston and tried to avoid looking at his stiff cock. She knelt slowly and looked at the ceiling. She bit her bottom lip…
Winston caressed her cheek with his left hand while stroking his erection in his right hand. “Good girl. Good little girl.” He began to pump faster. His eyes roamed over her fully exposed body… the heaving breasts and pert nipples, firm stomach and adorable little bellybutton, hard thighs and the tight little slit…“Now… you’ll get your juice, little whore.” He pumped faster. “Hold the glass over my dick. I’m going to cum. Don’t miss a drop… I want it all in the glass or I’ll have you over my knee.”
Aubree tried to position the glass over his cock. She thought of his words… Don’t miss a drop… I want it all in the glass or I’ll have you over my knee… She couldn’t get a good angle on his penis, as it was stiff and facing upwards. She closed her eyes and placed a small hand around his shaft. She pulled the erection downwards and aimed it into the glass. She closed her eyes. Please don’t miss… please…
Winston watched as Aubree grasped his cock and aimed it into the glass. “That’s a good, girl. Squeeze it out.”
Aubree squeezed and ran her tight hand over his slick erection. Squishy…wet…She felt his cock jump with arousal. She tried not to look. However, she couldn’t help but peek from beneath her long lashes as he squirted into the glass. She watched the cum spray out like a fountain and run down the inside of the glass.
Winston gritted his teeth and released himself fully. He groaned loudly, squeezing his testicles. He pushed forward against the glass, unleashing every drop of semen. He took a step back and zipped his trousers. He stared down at the cute young teenager holding the glass filled with his cum.
He watched her eyes. She looked down at the floor. Stupid arrogant little whore… Now you’ll swallow it, bitch.
He stepped forward. “Drink it, baby girl.” He squeezed his crotch.
Aubree felt sick. “Please, sir… I’m thirsty…” She looked at the cum filled glass with disgust. The salt from the bacon burned her tongue. Her lips were dry and parched.
Winston laughed and walked over to the refrigerator. He took out a can of soda and popped the top. Walking over to Aubree, he knelt down beside her and held the soda in front of her face. “Would you like this, girl?”
Aubree licked her dry lips. “Yes. Please, sir.” She listened to the sound of fizz coming from the soda can. “Please…” She reached for the can.
Winston pushed her hand away. He stood up and pointed at the cum filled glass. “Drink, whore. Then, you can have the soda.”
Aubree grimaced. She glanced at the soda can in Winston’s hand and looked down at the glass in her own hand. I’m sooo thirsty…
Winston watched with delight as Aubree raised the glass to her lips. Just like a little dog… offer her a treat and she’ll do a trick…
Aubree slowly lifted the glass to her lips. She hesitated. She looked up at Winston. His eyes were cold. Snake like. She held her head back and downed the semen in one gulp. She felt her stomach churn. Uggghh…She gagged. Dropping the glass, she fell backwards onto the floor and held a hand over her mouth. Yuck! She repressed the urge to vomit.
Winston smiled. “Good, little girl… good baby girl.” He patted her on the head. Like a dog…
Winston handed Aubree the soda. “Drink up, cum guzzler. You’ve earned it.” He laughed and walked into the living room.
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Aubree downed the cold soda in seconds. She licked her dry lips and glanced over at Winston. He was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the television. She stood up slowly and placed the empty can on the counter. She was cold. She shivered and crossed her arms over her breasts. She stood in the kitchen for several minutes, watching Winston. He appeared to have forgotten her. She slowly walked over to him. She stopped at the edge of the couch. Winston appeared not to notice.
Aubree looked down at her bare toes. She massaged her freezing arms… “Sir?”
Winston aimed the remote at the television.
Aubree coughed. “Sir?”
Winston slowly looked up at the cowering teenager. “What?” He seemed irritated.
Aubree felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “Where are my clothes? May I go home now?”
Winston rubbed his chin. “I think not.” He aimed the remote and changed the channel.
Aubree stood in silence… ashamed and frightened. She looked at the television. Her breath caught in her throat… there, on the television, was her image stroking Winston’s stiff penis! She watched the screen in shock… everything that had just happened in the kitchen was right there… on the screen! She watched herself drink his cum and fall back onto the kitchen floor.
Winston smiled up at Aubree. “You’re becoming a real film star, little girl.” He hit the rewind button and watched Aubree rise to her knees on screen and lift the cum filled glass to her delicate lips. He laughed.
Aubree felt the blood pounding in her temples. “You were filming me?” She was shocked.
Winston shrugged. “Duh.” He looked up from the couch and smiled. “I have nude pictures and now… hardcore porn videos of you, little tramp.” He cracked his knuckles. “I bet you never thought you would be a porn star.” He smiled.
Aubree stood in silence for a moment. She looked into the kitchen. She scanned the cabinets and ceilings but, try as she might, she couldn’t see the hidden camera.
Winston switched off the television and placed the remote control on the table. He rested his chin on his hands and stared up at Aubree. “You know… I could open a website and call it ‘Sexy Little Aubree… Cum Guzzling Whore.’ I bet it would be a real money maker. What do you think? With your nude pics and hardcore vids? I could make a bundle of cash. What do you think, girl? How would you like to be an internet porn star?” Winston smiled.
Aubree covered her breasts with her arms and stood looking down at her bare feet. You fucker. She felt hopeless. The words rose from her throat uncontrolled. “YOU FUCKER!!!” She screamed at him, in a rage. She balled her fists.
Winston stood up. “Yes. That’s right. I am a fucker. You had better believe that, little baby girl. And, unless you want to be an internet sensation, you had best remember who is in charge here.”
Aubree stepped back and placed one bare foot over the other. Son of a bitch… son of a bitch…She chewed her bottom lip and attempted to regain her composure.
“Please… please… just leave me alone. What have I ever done to you?” She looked at him. Her eyes pleaded for sympathy. “What have I done???”
Winston shrugged. “Nothing. You’ve done nothing to me personally.” He lit a cigarette. “What you’ve done is to be pretty and sexy… blame your parents… blame your genes… You’ve done nothing except to be a beautiful specimen of youthful female perfection.” He laughed and blew smoke in her face.
Aubree sank to her knees, coughing. She attempted to hide her nudity with her arms.
“However, you have also been an arrogant little bitch... Flaunting your body. Tempting men. Therefore, it is my calling… my duty… to put you in your place.”
Winston stepped forward. “You are a sniveling little girl. You have a very nice body which was created for the enjoyment of man. The sooner you understand that, the better.” He smiled. There was no humor in his smile.
Winston continued. “You are a fuck toy. Nothing more. You are here to be an object of amusement for men. Nothing more.”
Aubree sucked in air… she gasped. She pressed her arms closely over her bare breasts.
Winston slapped her arms aside and squeezed a bare nipple. “You are a fuck doll. You are a little fuck toy. Nothing more.” He stood up and walked to the couch.
Winston sat on the edge of the couch and watched as tears rolled down the lovely teenager’s face.
“Do you understand me now, Aubree?” He flicked an ash at her.
Aubree watched the ashes fall over her bare thighs. She looked down at the carpet.
Winston pressed her. “Do you understand, girl?”
Aubree felt sick. “Yes. I understand.”
Winston grabbed the remote control and flipped on the television. The scenes of Aubree in sexual situations played across the screen. “What do you understand, little girl?” Winston smiled. “What do you understand, baby girl?”
Aubree hesitated. Tears rolled down her face. She spoke in a quiet voice. “I’m a fuck toy.”
Winston felt happy. “What? Say again, girl.”
Aubree held a slender hand over her face. “I’m a fuck toy. Nothing more.” Snot ran down her face along with her tears.
Winston nodded. “That’s better. From here on out your name will be Fuck Toy. You will answer to that name. Okay, Fuck Toy?”
Aubree felt shame. I’m Fuck Toy… “Yes, sir.”
Winston nodded. He smiled. His mind traveled back, remembering the first time he seen Aubree. He recalled her walking across the parking lot in her low hip hugger jeans and cut-off shirt…ass shaking for the world to see. He recalled watching her in her little bikini at the pool, reading her magazine and showing off her smooth body. Now, she belonged to him. Fuck Toy…
Winston clapped his hands. “Okay, Fuck Toy. Let’s go. Get into the bathroom and clean yourself up. You have a busy day ahead.” He pointed down the hallway. “Move it!”
Aubree walked down the hallway. She looked down at her bare toes. She held her hand on the wall, choking back tears.
She heard Winston’s voice behind her… “Move it, Fuck Toy! Get in there and clean your filthy little whore ass!”
Aubree slowly entered the bathroom and closed the door behind herself. She could hear Winston laughing in the living room. She flipped on the light and looked at the bathtub. I’m Fuck Toy… she sank to her knees. Hopelessness washed over her. She broke down and wept uncontrollably. I’m Fuck Toy…
To be continued….
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