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Aubree's First Apartment

Part 9




Aubrees First Apartment



Part 9




Chapter 26: Hard facts


Winston inhaled deeply on his cigarette and glanced over the desk as Mr. Black paused in mid sentence. He fingered the revolver in his coat pocket. Fuck you, Black… He smiled. “Please continue. Im interested in what you have to say. Im rapt with attention, Black.” He flipped an ash on the floor.


Mr. Black scratched his chin. “You see Winston. Youre no different than a dying rat. A dying rat cast aside beside the road… gasping for every last little desperate breath… tail twitching… tongue probing for any moisture to be found in the decaying grass… stomach churning with the will to live… to propagate your species. Struggling for life… a dying rat.” Mr. Black paused again. “However, your life is the con, Winston.” Black stared at him as he leaned back in his chair. His gaze was piercing.


Winston felt beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Hes fucking crazy…His eyes darted around the darkened room. Animal is over there… He shrugged and blew a smoke ring. “Look, Black. I told you Im sorry. But, the dean was the only way to get to Amber. I had to make a trade. But trust me, Amber will pay off in the long run. Besides, you got the normal club fee. Okay? Part of the deal was that Smith wanted Aubree alone for two nights at his country estate. Hes got some bondage dungeon out there or some shit. Who knows? Who gives a shit? The dean is a pervert. Arent we all?” Winston leaned forward. The cigarette hung from his lip. “Im aware club rules were broken. But, in the end the club will benefit. So, what the fuck? Is it really that big of a deal?” He took another long drag and exhaled smoke into the dim light.


Winston watched as Mr. Black stared at him in silence. Hes a fucking loon… out of his mind. Fucking psycho… Winston glanced at his watch. “Besides Black, how much money have I made for your establishment over the years? You know Im the best trainer in the city. No one is better than me at crafting the young little whores you require to turn a profit. Plus, the meat I deliver is fresh… not worn out strippers or street walking sluts. Fresh meat… money makers.” He rubbed his fingers together. “Money in the bank…. So, why dont you get to the point, Black?” Spit it out…


Mr. Black laughed. He stood up, aiming a gun at Winstons head. “The point is this…” He pulled the trigger.


Winston recoiled. He listened as the trigger snapped. The chamber was empty. The gun wasnt loaded. He heard Black laughing. Winston wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He forced himself to smile. He pulled on his cigarette. “Fine, Black. I get it. I get your point.” He coughed and crushed out his cigarette.


Black sat back down. “Thats good Winston. Im glad you get it. Your getting it is important to me.” He poured himself a drink. “I have given long thought to this matter. Any violation of club rules is unacceptable and must be punished. I have arrived at the following terms to which Im sure you will gladly agree without protest…”


Black placed his elbows on the desk. His long black hair fell over his shoulders. His pupils were dilated. Holding a finger in the air he continued, “Number one; You will finish Aubree Sidneys training at an accelerated pace. I expect her to be turned over to me within the week. Your normal fee is forfeited. Aubree is free.”


Winston sat up. “Now wait a minute, Black. Ive got bills. I need…”


Mr. Black shook his head. “No matter, Winston. No matter.” He held a second finger in the air. “Number two; Ambers further training will be the responsibility of Mistress Barbara. You will have no further involvement with Amber Anderson nor any financial interests in her further development.”


Winstons face reddened. Mother fucker! He stood up. “Wait a fucking minute, Black! Did Barbara tell you about this shit? Is that bitch involved?”


Black smiled. “No matter, Winston. She is a trainer like yourself and Amber will do well under Mistress Barbaras guidance.” He held a third finger in the air. “Lastly, when you meet dean Smith to exchange Aubree, some of my men will be there. You will take Aubree to complete her training. My men will take the dean… to begin his training.” Black smiled wickedly as he leaned back in his large chair. “These are the terms to put this regrettable experience behind us and move forward with a clean slate. I trust you find the terms acceptable?” Black picked up the revolver from the desk and examined it.


Winston was fuming. Youre cock sucking fag and that bitch Barbara will pay…His eyes narrowed with rage. He stood up and nodded. “Fine, Black… Agreed.” He turned and walked towards the door. Prick…


Mr. Black smiled. “Goodnight, Winston. Animal will show you out.”



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Chapter 27: The Doctor is in



Aubree lay on the cold mattress, shivering. She thought of the horrible things dean Smith had done to her the night before. Her heart raced with anger and fear. After Smith had finished with her, Juan had appeared and led her back to her room… my prison cell… Fuck Toy… Juan had allowed her to put her pajamas back on, but he had given her no underclothes or blanket. He had merely shoved onto the bare mattress and laughed at her pleas. As he closed the heavy door, the lights had gone out leaving her alone in total darkness.


Aubree tried to figure out how much time had passed since Juan had closed the door and left her in the cold blackness… An hour? Three hours? She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. She curled up into a ball, pulling her knees into a fetal position in a futile attempt to get warm. She squeezed her big toes. I just want to go home… how did I let myself get into this? Everyday I sink deeper and deeper… past the point of return… Im nothing but Fuck Toy now… a slave to these evil men… what would Momma and Daddy think? Suddenly, Aubree leapt to her feet. Her fists balled in anger. The floor was cold on her bare feet as she walked slowly across the room. Holding her hands in front of her, she located the wall and moved along the wall line until she felt the heavy door beneath her fingertips. She pounded on the door with her fists. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!!!”, she screamed. She continued pounding on the door and screaming until her voice became hoarse. She sank slowly to her knees and leaned against the door. “let me out… please… I want to go home…” Tears rolled down her cheeks.


Time seemed to stand still as she leaned against the door. There was no sound, no light. Only cold blackness. She had no idea what time it was or even if it was day or night. She was completely alone. She squeezed her big toes and chewed her bottom lip. Eventually, she fell into a troubled sleep. Dolphins swimming free…


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Aubree awoke suddenly as the bolt on the door was unlatched. The sound was loud in the still darkness. She jumped to her feet and backed away from the doorway, holding her arms over her breasts. As the door was opened, she squinted into the bright light. Its daytime… She noticed the silhouette of Juan as he stood in the doorway. “Good morning, little American whore.” He stepped into the room and threw a bundle of clothes at her feet. “Get your pajamas off and get dressed, tramp. Dean Smith is waiting for you downstairs.” He smiled. Tome sus pijamas fuera, niña estúpida. Déjeme ver su cuerpo.


Aubree looked up at him and wiped her nose. She knelt down and sifted through the pile of clothing on the floor. There was a simple white pair of panties and white bra. A plaid skirt and white button up shirt along with a pair of white ankle socks and black shoes completed the outfit. A schoolgirl outfit… like some catholic schoolgirl or something… She sniffed and looked up at Juan. “Okay. Give me a minute to change.”


Juan laughed. “You change now. Right here. While I watch.” He snapped his fingers. “Get the pajamas off or Ill have to take them off for you.” He stepped towards her. “Its your choice.” Déjame ver tu cuerpo sexy otra vez. His eyes fell down to the front of the girls pajama top. “I want to see your tits, bitch.”


Aubree slowly unbuttoned her pajama top and eased it from her shoulders. She stared down at her bare toes, avoiding Juans leering gaze. She reached for the bra on the ground.


Juan stepped forward and kicked her hand away. “No, bitch. Take off your pajamas first. Then, you get dressed. I want to look at your body. Nude…”


Aubrees eyes narrowed. I hate you… Mexican bastard… asshole… She glared at him. “Youre a pervert!” Hatred filled her eyes.


Juan slapped her. “Shut up, whore and get your pants off…” He made a fist. “Dont make me hurt you.”


Aubree held a hand over her burning cheek. Bastard… She fought back the urge to cry. I wont let him see me cry again… I wont give him the satisfaction… Angrily, she rose to her feet and pushed the pajama bottoms down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. She shot a glance at Juan and watched as his eyes traveled over her nude body. Pervert… She knelt down and grabbed the white panties. She looked up at Juan. “Well, pervert? Can I get dressed now? Have you seen enough?”


Juans face flushed with anger. He stepped over and stood behind her. “Yes, whore. Get dressed now.” As Aubree pulled on the panties, he reached under her arms and fondled her large breasts. “Such big tits… good tits… good American tits.” He pinched her nipples.


Aubree felt her cheeks becoming warm. Embarrassment washed over her. She bit her bottom lip as she reached for the bra. Asshole…


Juan backed away and watched as Aubree pulled on her clothing. He looked down at his watch. “Hurry up, tramp. Were late. The dean will be angry.”


Aubree finished buckling her shoes and stared at him. “Who cares? The dean is a pervert. The same as you.”


Juan considered slapping the girl again. Then, he laughed. “Fuck you, tramp. Youll get whats coming to you soon enough.”


Aubrees anger turned to fear. Ill get whats coming to me… what does that mean? They could kill me… no one knows where I am except Winston… She shook violently as Juan pushed her into the hallway. He grabbed her elbow and led her towards the stairs. “Come along, my little schoolgirl.” He laughed again as he pushed her down the stairs.


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Juan paused outside a large wooden door and looked down at Aubree. “I will give you a piece of good advice, little whore. You had best stop with the bad attitude and mind your manners. Dean Smith is not in a good mood today.”


Aubree stared blankly at the door. Whatever…fucktard… She was numb.


Juan opened the door and ushered her into the large study. He stepped back into the hallway and closed the door behind himself.


Aubree looked around the room. Her eyes came to rest on dean Smith. He sat on a large cushioned chair, holding a cigar in his hand. In the chair next to him sat another man. Who is this??? Aubree glanced nervously at the new man sitting beside dean Smith. He was middle aged and well groomed. He wore an immaculate suit and his hands were folded in his lap. He was clean shaven and attractive. She looked back at dean Smith. Goofy looking little perv…


Smith sat back in his chair and drank in the young girl standing nervously in front of him. She looked adorable in the schoolgirl outfit he had provided. The plaid skirt came to just above her knees while the simple white shirt was just tight enough to reveal her ample breasts. The ankle socks and black shoes made her look much younger than her eighteen years. All the young ladies at the university should be required to wear these uniforms… 


Smith smiled at her and nodded towards the strange man. “Ms. Sidney, may I introduce Dr. Fitzpatrick. Hes an old friend of mine and has some experience dealing with incorrigible little girls such as yourself.”


Dr. Fitzpatrick nodded at her. “A pleasure, Ms. Sidney.”


Aubree looked down at the floor and shuffled her feet. Im not incorrigible… She folded her hands over her skirt. Im not a little girl either. Im eighteen!!


Smith frowned. “Ms. Sidney? Are you awake? Please say hello to Dr. Fitzpatrick.”


Aubree let her long hair fall across her face and looked nervously from beneath her eyelashes. “Hello”, she said weakly. I dont like this… I want to go home… She closed her eyes and swallowed. She felt her heart pounding in her chest.


Smith leaned forward and waved his cigar at her. “Come over here, Ms. Sidney. Come stand in front of us so the doctor can get a good look at you.”


Aubree slowly shuffled across the room. I dont like this… I need to pee… She clinched her toes and chewed her bottom lip.


Smith leaned forward on his elbows and blew smoke in her direction. He glanced over at Dr. Fitzpatrick. “This is the young girl I told you about earlier. She is quite the bad case. According to her guardian, she has been using illegal substances and engaging in sexual activities.” He shook his head. “Quite the deviant.”


Dr. Fitzpatrick rubbed his palms together and sat up straight in the chair. “Interesting.” His bright green eyes roamed over Aubree.


Smith continued. “Dr. Fitzpatrick has some questions he would like to ask you, Ms. Sidney. I expect you to be completely honest and forthcoming in your answers. Remember, you would not be here had it not been for your unreasonable behavior in the recent months as related to me by Mr. Winston.”


Aubree looked up. “Winston is a liar. He is an evil man. I told you that. You are an evil man. How can you say that you are here to help me after what you did to me last night?” Her cheeks flushed and she took a step backwards. She shot a glance at Dr. Fitzpatrick. Maybe he doesnt know… maybe he doesnt know what theyre doing to me… She tried to read the look in Dr. Fitzpatricks eyes. No… he knows… hes like the cop… She fought back the urge to cry.


Smith frowned. “You see, doctor? This is just the type of behavior I described to you earlier. She is completely out of control. She has no respect for her elders and lies shamelessly… she has no respect for Mr. Winston, who has tried to help her at every possible turn. Winston only came to me when Ms. Sidney reached the point of self destructive behavior which could no longer be sustained.”


Dr. Fitzpatrick nodded and reached into his briefcase, removing a notepad and pencil. He looked up at Aubree and frowned. “Try to remain calm, Ms. Sidney.”


Aubree was furious. “I am calm… this is stupid… Winston is a criminal and so is dean Smith! These men are blackmailing me! If youre a doctor then youre sworn to help people in need! You have to listen to me!!” She fell to her knees and looked up at Dr. Fitzpatrick. “Please! Help me!” Help meeee… please ….


Dr. Fitzpatrick frowned. He glanced at dean Smith. “She does appear to be extremely distressed and somewhat delusional. How long has she been suffering in this fashion?”


Smith shrugged. “She has only been in my care for the past 24 hours. However, I have watched her performance at Mercham University and her grades have steadily fallen over the past semester… Mr. Winston tells me that her drug use began some months ago.”


Aubree grabbed Dr. Fitzpatricks leg. “Please, sir! Dont listen to him! Hes lying! Im not delusional!”


Dr. Fitzpatrick placed his notepad on the chair and reached into his briefcase. “Please restrain her, dean Smith. I think a mild sedative will help to calm her down a bit. She seems rather irrational.” He produced a small syringe.


Smith stood up and grabbed Aubrees shoulders. “Settle down, little girl…”


Aubree fell backwards and tried to pull away from Smiths powerful grasp. Get off me!! The bottoms of her shoes were slick and she fell to the floor. As she tried to rise to her hands and knees, she felt Dr. Fitzpatricks hands on her arm, unbuttoning her sleeve. “Let me roll this up…”


“NO!!!”, Aubree screamed.


Smith fell on top of her, pinning her to the floor. “Hurry up with that injection, doctor! Shes out of control!”


Aubree felt the pin prick on her arm as Dr. Fitzpatrick applied the needle.


“NO!!! NO!!! GET OFF ME!!” She struggled in vain to get to her feet. A warm feeling rushed over her. She felt herself weakening. “Get… off… me…” She felt her voice trailing off. She wanted to run but couldnt move. She felt dizzy and light headed. Whats happening??? Im not out of control…


Smith stood up slowly and stared down at the girl as she lay on the floor. He dusted off his pants and sat back in his chair. He watched as Aubree weakly pushed herself into a sitting position. Her eyes were glassy and her eyelids appeared heavy. He smiled.


Aubree tried to focus as the men sat back down. She wanted to get to her feet and run but, she felt unable to move. Dolphins… Fuck Toy…. Dolphins… She heard the men talking but their voices sounded distant… far away…


Dr. Fitzpatrick leaned over and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Thats it… calm down Ms. Sidney. Theres nothing to be afraid of… okay?” His voice sounded far away and Aubree felt herself nodding. “okay…”, she agreed.


Dr. Fitzpatrick sank back into the chair and retrieved his notepad. “Now, Ms. Sidney, I want to ask you a few questions. Is that okay?” He smiled gently.


Aubree nodded weakly. She stared into his face. His eyes were large… like mirrors… “okay…” She thought she heard dean Smith laughing.


Dr. Fitzpatrick tapped his pencil against his chin. “Perhaps, you should sit up, Aubree.” He paused. “May I call you Aubree?”


Aubree nodded. “okay…” She squinted her eyes and tried to think… “okay…”


Dr. Fitzpatrick smiled. “Sit up, Aubree. Can you do that for me?”


Aubree slowly sat up. She crossed her legs and leaned back onto her palms. She felt her skirt riding up her thighs and was dimly aware that her panties were exposed to the strange man. She knew she should pull her skirt down but she couldnt find the energy. Her hands felt heavy. Im tired… I want to go home…


Dr. Fitzpatrick placed his pencil on the notepad. “Now, Aubree. Im going to ask you some questions. Is that okay?” His eyes fell between her legs.


Aubree nodded. Sure… okay… fine…


“Okay, Aubree. These will be simple questions… you should get comfortable, okay?” He smiled reassuringly.


Aubree nodded. She closed her eyes… comfortable…


Fitzpatrick leaned over and brushed a long strand of hair from Aubrees face. “Thats good, Aubree. Try to relax. Im here to help you.” He lifted her chin in his hand and looked at her upturned face. “Are you relaxing, Aubree?”


Aubree opened her eyes and tried to focus on the doctors face. I cant focus… I just want to lay down…


Dr. Fitzpatrick tapped her cheek with his palm. “Stay with me, Aubree… try to relax… why dont you unbutton your shirt a little? It will help you relax. Besides, its so warm in here.”


Aubree felt her fingers unbuttoning her shirt… one… two… three… four… Her shirt slowly opened in the front revealing her bra beneath. She looked up at  Dr. Fitzpatrick. comfortable… like home… in Reed…


Dr. Fitzpatrick smiled. “Thats good, Aubree.” He sat back in his chair. “Now, a want you to tell me when you started using illegal drugs.”


Aubree sighed. “When I was fifteen… I… you know…”, her voice trailed off.


Dr. Fitzpatrick shook his head. “I dont know. Please tell me, Aubree. Tell me all about your drug use.”


Aubree tried to regain her senses. I need to focus… but… She heard her voice. It sounded distant, like a dream. “Todd gave me some to smoke. I smoked with Todd.”


Dr. Fitzpatrick nodded. “Todd?”


“My first boyfriend… you know… Todd.”, Aubree said. She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. Im so tired…


“Your first boyfriend? I assume your promiscuous sexual practices started with Todd?”, Dr. Fitzpatrick asked. His eyes focused on the front of her open shirt and the ample cleavage revealed. Such smooth tan skin… delicate… delicious…


Aubree felt strange. “No. I didnt do anything with him.” She was dimly aware of dean Smith standing to her left. He had a video camera. Hes filming me… Im tired…


Dr. Fitzpatrick creased his brow. “You mean to tell me that you took drugs with Todd but you didnt have sexual intercourse with him?” He frowned.


Aubree nodded. “Thats right… no sex… not really.” Tired… home…


“What does not really mean?”, Fitzpatrick asked.


“You know… we kissed a little… fooled around…”, Aubree replied weakly.


Dr. Fitzpatrick shot a glanced at dean Smith and winked. He looked back at Aubree. “Youre doing fine, Aubree. Why dont you take your shoes and socks off? You look a little warm.”


Aubree felt outside her body. She watched as she unfastened her shoes and pulled them off along with her socks. Im warm… its hot…


Dr. Fitzpatrick leaned over and picked up Aubrees shoes and socks and moved them behind his chair. “Thats good, Aubree. Youre a little trooper. Its so hot in here. Its like an oven. But, youre doing just fine.”


Aubree was hot. Im burning up… like an oven…


Dr. Fitzpatrick placed his notepad on the floor and knelt down in front of her. “Lets go ahead and take your shirt off. Youre way too warm.” He unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders. “Thats better.” He cast it aside along with her shoes and socks.


Aubree had never been so hot in her life. On fire… like an oven in here…


Dr. Fitzpatrick sat back in the chair and picked up his notepad. “Okay, Aubree. Lets get back to Todd. You say that you fooled around a little? In what way?” His eyes roamed over her firm stomach and large breasts pushing against the tight bra.


“I kissed him… you know.”, she said.


Fitzpatrick smiled. “Know what, Aubree?”


Aubree rubbed her eyes. Im tired… hot… burning up…


Dr. Fitzpatrick coughed. “Aubree? Are you still with me?”


“Yes. We… you know… kissed a little. I let him feel my boobs… through my shirt.”, Aubree said. Her eyes were closed. Sweat glistened on her forehead.


Did he ever see you naked, Aubree?”, Dr. Fitzpatrick asked.


What??? Im hot… “Nope.”, she replied.


“Really?”, Fitzpatrick asked.


“Yep. Really.” Aubree felt weird.


“When did a boy first see you naked, Aubree?”, Fitzpatrick asked. He scribbled something on the notepad.


Where am I??? Aubree felt ill. “Samuel… he saw my boobs… I let him…”


“Samuel?”, Fitzpatrick inquired.


“My second boyfriend… you know… after Todd.”, Aubree said. She saw dean Smith standing behind the doctor. Hes got that darned camera… taking video… I should…


“Aubree?” Dr. Fitzpatricks voice broke her thoughts.


“Yeah?”, she answered. Im Aubree… Fuck Toy….


Tell me about when Samuel saw your breasts.”, he demanded. His face hardened.


Aubree wanted to lay down. Tired and hot… like an oven… “I showed him. He was horny… like boys get. I had to touch his thing… he made semen… in my hand… it was gross… sticky…” I feel sick…


Dr. Fitzpatrick smiled. “He made semen in your hand? Interesting.” He placed his notepad on his briefcase and slowly unfastened his belt. “Aubree. I want you to show me how Samuel made semen on your hand. Okay?” He unzipped his pants and eased his erection from his trousers. “I want you to show me what you did that made Samuel do that nasty thing. Okay?”


Aubree looked at Dr. Fitzpatricks erect penis. I shouldnt have to show him… She looked down at the floor. Im hot…


“Aubree? Come here, dear. I want you to show me what you did to make Samuel ejaculate. Okay? But, why dont you take your bra off first?”, Dr. Fitzpatrick asked. “I think that would help.”


Aubree unclasped her bra and let it fall down her arms. Hot… burning up… She was dimly aware of dean Smith with his video camera. She shook her head and tried to focus. Filming me… hot… warm in here… She heard Dr. Fitzpatrick talking.


“Come here, Aubree.”


She slowly rose to her knees and crawled towards the doctor. Okay… so tired… hot…


Dr. Fitzpatrick smiled down at the beautiful young teen kneeling between his legs. “Excellent, Aubree. Youre a little soldier. Now, show me what you did to Samuel. Okay?”


Aubree nodded. “okay” She slowly reached for his cock. hot… in here…


Dr. Fitzpatrick leaned back in the chair and enjoyed Aubrees warm hand moving up and down on his shaft. He looked over at dean Smith. “Keep my face off the video.”


Smith nodded. “Of course.”


Fitzpatrick looked back down at Aubree. “I see why Samuel ejaculated on your hand, Aubree. You do this very well. Im proud of you.”


Aubree smiled. Proud of me… Aubree!


Dr. Fitzpatrick patted her head. “Good girl. Now… I want you to tell me about the first time you put a penis in your mouth. Okay? I assume youve done that?”


Aubree felt angry. Shame washed over her… Winston… he made me do that… She stopped stroking Dr. Fitzpatricks cock and stared up at him blankly. I dont want to talk about that… its too hot… She fell back onto her knees and closed her eyes.


Fitzpatrick patted her cheek. “Aubree? Are you with us? Wake up.”


Aubree felt sick. Fuck Toy…


“Aubree. I have been proud of you thus far… please dont disappoint me now… I want you to put my penis in your mouth. Make me proud. Okay?”, Dr. Fitzpatrick asked.


Aubree nodded. Okay… proud of me…


Dr. Fitzpatrick glanced over at Smith and winked. “Come on, Aubree. Make me proud. Be a good girl. Okay?”


Aubree leaned over and pressed her lips onto the head of his penis. It was slick with precum. Ill make you proud… She took him fully into her mouth. I shouldnt do this…


Fitzpatrick closed his eyes and sighed. “Thats a good girl, Aubree. Youre a little trooper.” He patted her head. “Keep doing that. Okay?” He smiled as the young teenager continued sucking. “Good, Aubree. Excellent. Youre good at this this! A natural!!” Her tongue was moist and her lips were full and soft on his hard cock.


Aubree felt dizzy. Dr. Fitzpatricks penis was big. A mile long… She felt as if she were moving in slow motion. His shaft was slick and smooth. Like a water slide… She felt disconnected and somehow outside her body, watching the events unfold. Watching… seeing herself suck this strange mans penis… watching Smith filming her… watching. This is a dream…


Fitzpatrick had seen more than a few pretty girls in his time. However, this Aubree Sidney was the real deal. Tight body… beautiful hair… adorable eyes… full lips… perfect breasts… firm stomach… perfect bellybutton… round butt…long tan legs… cute feet… He thought hard to recall a more beautiful female specimen. Shes a perfect 10! And, shes sucking my cock… He glanced up at dean Smith. “Keep the camera off my face. Remember the deal.” He frowned.


Dean Smith gave him the thumbs up and nodded towards Aubree. “The skirt is blocking the view.” He walked around behind Aubree and zoomed in on her ass.


Fitzpatrick patted Aubrees cheek gently. “Thats a good girl. Keep it up, Aubree. Im soooo proud of you!” He leaned forward and gently unzipped the back of her skirt. “Its really hot in here, Aubree. Why dont we slip this off?”, he asked.


Aubree felt the skirt fall down her legs. Im burning up… so hot…She felt Fitzpatricks fingers slip under her panties, lowering them slowly over her buttocks. Burning up…


“Thats a good little trooper, Aubree. Lets just get you out of these hot clothes. Okay?”, Fitzpatrick asked gently.


Okay… Aubree tried to focus. Where am I? Why is it so darned hot in here?


Fitzpatrick cupped Aubrees bare ass cheeks in his large hands. He squeezed tightly. He traced her crack with his finger. “You have a remarkable backside, Aubree. Im impressed.” He slipped a finger into her rectum. “Dean Smith tells me youve engaged in anal intercourse. Is this true?” God damn this girl is tight!


Aubree let his penis fall out of her mouth. Drool ran down her chin. She rubbed her eyes. Looking up, she tried to focus on the doctors face. Am I nude? Where am I?


Fitzpatrick sat back in the chair. “Aubree? Are you okay, girl?”


Aubree nodded, weakly. Hot in here…


“I asked you a question, Aubree. Dean Smith tells me youve engaged in anal intercourse. Is this true?”


Aubree tried to form words… Winston… he put his thing there… I didnt want to… She struggled to find the right words… “Yes.”


Fitzpatrick nodded. “Youve had anal sex, Aubree?”


Aubree wanted to say something to explain. I didnt want to… Winston made me do that… Im so hot… hot in here… “Yes.”


Fitzpatrick smiled. “I appreciate your honesty, Aubree. Youre doing so good.” He patted her cheek. “Now, Aubree. I want you to stand up and turn around. Okay?”


Aubree slowly stood up and forced herself to turn around. Her legs felt like rubber.  Im so tired… dizzy… She noticed dean Smith standing across the room with the video camera. Taking pictures… like family holidays… in Reed…


Fitzpatrick watched as the teenager turned around in front of him. His eyes traveled up and down her naked backside. He felt a spurt of precum ooze down his shaft. This girl is hot!! He placed his hands on her hips. “Now, Aubree. I want you to sit on my lap. Okay? When you sit down, I am going to put my penis in your butt. Okay?”


Aubree wanted to shake her head. Tell him no. Instead, she slowly sat down on his lap. She felt him guiding his erection into her rectum. It was big. Im hot…


Fitzpatrick closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the young girls tight anus. Holy mother!!! Shes tight!! He pushed her hips down, forcing his cock deeper into her rectum. “Excellent, Aubree. Youre doing just fine. Now, I want you to move up and down on my penis… like youre riding a horse. Okay?”


Aubree nodded. Okay… She bent her knees and pushed up and down on Fitzpatricks erection… riding a horse… hot…


Fitzpatrick looked at the gorgeous teen riding his cock. He moved his hands around to her stomach and felt her smooth skin. He closed his eyes and cupped her tits, squeezing her erect nipples. “Move faster now, Aubree. Up and down, up and down… like a horse… Okay? Ride the horsey, Aubree. Youre a cowgirl.” He lifted her up and began to pump her faster. “Good girl… my little cowgirl…”


Aubree felt strange. This hurts… where am I? Why is dean Smith filming me? Is it the holidays? Im hot… Cowgirl… ride the horse…


Fitzpatrick closed his eyes and tried to avoid looking at the girls beautiful body. I dont want to cum just yet… It was no use. He felt himself approaching climax. Her ass was so tight. He groaned. Yes!! Yes!!! “Oh yes!” He ejaculated powerfully.


Aubree felt the semen spraying into her rectum. Warm … its hot… She felt sick as Fitzpatrick pushed her off his erection. She collapsed onto the ground. Im so tired…. She curled into a ball. Sleepy… hot… tired…


As Aubree drifted into unconsciousness, she thought she heard the men talking. 


“Remember the deal, Smith. Fifty/fifty on any internet proceeds… this video will be a gold mine.”


“Yes. Indeed. She is a sexy girl… I believe we can possibly publish it on …”


Aubree faded into an deep sleep, dreaming of horses in the desert.


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Chapter 28: A New Life


Amber Anderson pushed her sunglasses onto her nose as she walked towards her car. She glanced up at the blue sky and brushed a long strand of blonde hair from her face. She enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her tan cheeks. She stopped suddenly as she noticed the woman leaning against her hood. “What the hell?”


Barbara took a step forward and smiled. “Hello, Amber.”


Amber backed away. “How did you get here? I didnt tell you where I live!” She shot a glance over her shoulder. Ross is in the apartment… getting ready for work…


Barbara walked towards Amber. Her high heels clicked loudly on the pavement. “You didnt have to tell me where you live, Ms. Tiny Tits. I already knew. I know everything about you.” She smiled. “Why dont we take a ride?”


Amber wanted to run. She turned back towards her apartment. She heard Barbaras voice behind her.


“Remember the pictures, girl. Remember our agreement. Dont be stupid.”


Amber hesitated. She turned around quickly and faced the older woman. “Look. Whatever happened yesterday is history. Were done. There is nothing else. You had your fun.” She blinked rapidly. “We dont have any agreement.” 


Barbara laughed. “Had my fun? This isnt about fun, Amber. Its about you and me. Its about you learning your place.” She tapped her long fingernails together. “Lets not make a scene.”


Amber blinked. “Were not making a scene. Why dont you just go away, bitch?”


Barbara smiled wickedly. “Bitch is it?” Her eyes drank in the lovely girl. Ambers hip hugger jeans were tight and her pink tank top came to just beneath her navel, revealing several inches of smooth, bare flesh. Such a sexy little girl… just maturing… just becoming a woman… “Im going to have fun with you, Ms. Tiny Tits.” Barbara smiled.


Amber crossed her arms. “Listen. I dont know what the heck happened yesterday. I dont care. You and Mr. Winston can take a hike. Im done. Done with both of you.”


Barbara smiled. “Youre not done with anything,  Ms. Tiny Tits.” She laughed. “Not done by a far cry…”


Amber looked nervously over her shoulder. Where is Ross? Is he watching? She blinked several times.


Barbara walked over and placed her hands on Ambers shoulders, forcing the girl to look at her. “Listen, you stupid little girl. Heres the deal. I have pictures… pictures of you and your sexy little boyfriend. Naked pictures. Do you understand?”


Amber looked away. What the hay??? Freaking bitch!


Barbara squeezed Ambers shoulders. “ Look at me. Do you hear what Im saying?” Barbara pulled Ambers sunglasses off and stared down at her.


Amber glanced up. “Yes. I hear you.” Her eyelids fluttered as she squinted into the bright sunlight.


Barbara smiled. She leaned over and gave Amber a kiss on the cheek. Standing back, she held Amber at arms length. “My , my… you are a pretty little thing.” She laughed. “Even though you have tiny little tits, your cute face and round butt more than make up for your deficiencies.” She walked around Amber, staring down at the teenagers ass. Pretty little ass… needs a good butt fucking….


Amber blinked. “Please stop this.” Im not some piece of meat.


Barbara smiled. “Stop this? Stop this? Ive not even started, little girl.” She gave her a gentle slap on the butt.


Amber looked down at her feet. “What do you want?” Dike.


Barbara grabbed Amber by the hand. “What I want is for you to take ride with me. We need to have a talk. A heart to heart.” She slipped Ambers keys out of her hand and dropped them into her purse. “Lets take my car. Shall we?”


Amber allowed the tall woman to lead her across the parking lot. Barbara led her to her car and opened the passenger door. “Get in, Ms. Tiny Tits. Were going for a ride.” Amber sank into the seat as Barbara slammed the door shut.


As Barbara cranked the engine and pulled out of the parking space, Ambers heart sank. What does she want? Whats happening here?


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Ross peered out of the window just in time to see Amber getting in the car with the strange woman. Whats going on? He watched the car pulling away. Where are you going, Ambs?!


He hurried over to the counter and grabbed his phone. He punched Ambers number and listened to the phone go straight to voice mail. What the hell!?


Ross reached into his wallet and produced a small business card. Winstons Studio. Hmmmm… whats going on, Ambs? His eyes narrowed. He hurried towards the front door.


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Amber looked over at Barbara nervously. “Where are we going?” She looked out the window as the car sped down the road. “I dont have time for this.” 


Barbara patted Ambers leg. “Dont you worry about that, little Ms. Tiny Tits.”


Amber blushed. Her eyelids fluttered rapidly. “Stop calling me that. I dont have tiny tits!” She played with her hair, nervously.


Barbara laughed. “Really?” She reached over and tapped Ambers tank top with a long fingernail. “Pull your shirt up.”


Amber pushed her hand away. “No. I dont want to play this game.”


Barbara plucked at the bottom of Ambers shirt. “Lift your shirt, girl. Lets have a look at your little tits.”


Amber tried to pull away. “Stop it!”


Barbara grabbed Ambers hair and yanked, pulling her head down.


Amber squealed in pain. “Stop it. Please!!” She tried to pry Barbaras hand from her hair. Ouch! That hurts!


Barbara pulled her hair harder. “Lift your shirt, little girl. Do it now!”


Amber cowered in the seat. “Please. I dont want to… let my hair go. Please.”


Barbara released her hair and placed her hand on Ambers neck. “You said you dont have tiny tits, girl. So, lets see them again. Maybe my memory is failing me.” She traced Ambers neck with a long fingernail. “Pull your shirt up. Im not going to ask you again. If I have to pull off the road, it will be bad for you, little girl.”


Amber looked out the window. She could smell Barbaras perfume. She felt sick and ashamed at being talked to like a little child by the older woman. I hate her… Goosebumps rose on her flesh. “Stop touching me.”


Barbara thumped Ambers ear. “Im waiting. Get that shirt up, Ms. Tiny Tits.”


Amber held a hand over her ear. “I dont want to lift my shirt. Just stop it.”


Barbara suddenly slapped Amber hard across the mouth. “Get the shirt up, Tiny Tits. Do it now!”


Amber cringed. She massaged her lip. Am I bleeding? She looked over at Barbara. “Why are you hurting me? What did I do to you?”


Barbara smiled and cast a glance over at Amber. “Im not hurting you. But, if you dont get that shirt up, youll know real pain, Ms. Tiny Tits.”


Amber considered her options. Her mind raced. Shivering slightly, she slowly lifted her shirt over her stomach and stopped just beneath her bra. “Fine. There. Have you had your fun?” She blinked.


Barbara smiled. “You have a very pretty little tummy, Amber. But, were not debating your baby fat. Were talking about your tiny little tits. Please lift the shirt all the way up.”


Amber shivered and looked away as she pulled the tank top up revealing her lacy bra. She felt anger welling up inside her chest. “My tits arent small, cunt. Im a full C cup and I dont have baby fat. Youre just jealous because youre old and Im young a beautiful.” You lesbian bitch.


Barbaras brow creased in anger. “You have some smart mouth for a girl in your position, Ms. Tiny Tits. Youre right, I am older than you and you had best learn to respect your elders.” She reached behind Amber and unfastened her bra clasp. “Take the bra off, girl.”


Amber quickly raised her arms over her breasts, holding the bra in place. “Were in public. I cant take my bra off!” They were stopped at a traffic light and multiple vehicles surrounded their car. Amber looked out of the passenger side window and noticed the large eighteen wheeler next to them. She looked up at the tractor and was shocked to see the driver looking down at her. She quickly looked away.


Barbara snapped her fingers. “Get the bra off, girl. Im not going to ask you again.”


Amber blinked several times. “I cant! There are people looking… the truck next to us… the driver is staring at me!” Ambers face reddened with embarrassment. She looked up at the truck driver. He winked at her and flicked his tongue. Amber pulled her shirt down. “Lets forget this game. I have tiny tits. You win.”


Barbara smirked. “So, a filthy truck driver sees your bra and you get embarrassed. How sweet.” She placed her hand on Ambers thigh. “Take your shirt and bra off, Amber. Do it now.” She patted her thigh. “Im going to count to three…”


Amber pushed Barbaras hand off her leg. “Fuck you, dike! Youre a lesbian pervert! Go to hell!”


The light changed and Barbara punched the gas. “One…”


Amber shook her head. “No way. Game over, cunt. Take me home.”


Barbara eased the car into the right lane. “Two…”


Amber glared at her. “Count all you want, bitch. I dont care.”


Barbara sighed. “Three…” She turned into the parking lot of a small gas station and turned off the engine. She looked over at Amber. “You have a foul mouth, little girl.” Barbara stepped out of the car and walked around to Ambers side. Her heels clicked loudly on the pavement. She opened the door. “Get out, Ms. Tiny Tits.”


Amber noticed the eighteen wheeler pulling into the gas station. She looked up at Barbara. “Look… that trucker followed us… this is stupid… lets go…” She quickly fastened her bra.


Barbara reached down and grabbed Ambers arm, pulling her from the car. “You have a smart mouth and a complete lack of respect. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior from a little girl.” She pulled Amber towards the station.


Amber tried to resist but Barbara was strong and she couldnt stop her from pulling her across the parking lot. “Get off me, bitch!”, Amber screamed.


Barbara continued leading Amber towards the gas station. She opened the door and forced Amber inside the store.  Holding her by the elbow, she approached the counter.


A young man looked up from the cash register. “Can I help you?”


Barbara nodded. “I hope so. Do you have a restroom?” She gripped Ambers arm tightly.


The clerk looked at the teen as she tried to pull away from the tall blonde lady. “Sure. Over there.” He pointed across the room. “Just behind the beer cooler.”



Barbara nodded. “Thanks. Also, well be needing a bar of soap. My little girl has a foul mouth and it needs to be washed out.”


The clerk looked puzzled. “Bar soap is on the second aisle. Over there.” He pointed.


Barbara produced a five dollar bill and pushed it across the counter. “Keep the change.”


The clerk watched as the lady pulled the teenager across the store towards the restroom. He shrugged. Strange people… the girl is hot though… nice ass…


Barbara pushed Amber towards the restroom pausing to grab a bar of soap off the shelf. “Come along, little brat.”


Amber was beside herself with embarrassment. “Stop it! Im not a little girl. Let me go!” She struggled to break free from Barbaras powerful grasp. “Let me go!”


Barbara opened the bathroom door and pushed Amber inside. “Get in here and stop your whining.” She shoved Amber against the wall. “Get on your knees, tramp.”


Amber was mortified. This is insane… OMG!!! She shot a nervous glance over Barbaras shoulder. The bathroom door remained ajar and the clerk was staring at them. She tried to push past Barbara. “Let me go!” She blinked nervously.


Barbara pushed her against the wall. “I said get on your knees. Im going to count to three… Dont make this any harder on yourself than it already is, girl… One! ”


Amber was truly frightened. She pulled on her pink tank top and batted her eyes. She looked across the store at the clerk. He was leaning on the counter, staring at them. OMG!!!


Barbara placed her hands on her hips. “Two…”


Amber sank to her knees. This woman is nuts… I need to get home… talk to Ross…


Barbara quickly opened the bar of soap and cast the wrapper aside. She looked down at the kneeling girl. “Well, well… not such a smart mouth anymore, heh?”


Amber remained silent, staring nervously out of the bathroom at the clerk. Hes watching… Suddenly, she noticed the trucker coming through the front door. He walked towards the counter and looked over his shoulder directly at her. Oh no…


Barbara turned on the sink faucet and held the bar of soap under the water. “Foul mouthed little girl…” She frowned down at Amber. “Stop your whimpering…”


Amber looked up at Barbara. “Please. Please… lets just go… okay? Im sorry. That trucker is here… hes watching… this is stupid…”


Barbara shook her head. “You should have thought about that before you ran your smart mouth, little girl.” She bent forward and held the soap in front of Amber. “You have a filthy little mouth. Lets wash it out. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, girl.”


Amber felt tears forming on her eyelids. Her heart pounded. She looked back and forth from Barbara to the front counter where the store clerk and the ugly trucker stood watching her. She looked back up at Barbara. “Please, Barbara… Im sorry. Please?”


Barbara shook her head. “Stop your pathetic whining and open your mouth, Ms. Tiny Tits.” She grabbed Ambers chin.


Amber felt sick as she slowly opened her mouth. Whats going on???


Barbara shoved the soap into Ambers mouth. “Suck on this, girl. Dont even try to spit it out or it will be worse for you.”


Amber gagged on the soap. Her eyes watered. She kicked her feet. Take it out… gross!!!!


Barbara folded her arms and looked down at Amber. She tapped her foot on the tiled floor. “Do you have anything smart to say now, girl?”


Amber shook her head. She gagged. Please take the soap out… please… please… She noticed the trucker leaning on the counter smiling at her. He was talking to the clerk and motioning in her direction. Amber blinked rapidly… her eyes watered.


Barbara smiled down at her. “You have a very filthy mouth, little girl. Only adults are allowed to use foul language and you are a far cry from an adult. You are a tiny tits, foul mouthed, pathetic little whore.”


Amber gagged. The soap was foaming in her mouth. Tears ran down her cheeks. She blinked away the tears and stared alternately from the men at the front counter and back at Barbara. Stop it! Please! Those men are watching me!


Barbara held her hands on her hips and stared down at Amber. “Now, little missy. This is the way my mother taught me to refrain from nasty language. This is the way you will learn to curb your foul mouth and bad attitude. Whenever your mouth gets out of control, it will be washed out with soap. Do you understand?”


Amber gagged. She shook her head. Yes. I understand! Please!


Barbara frowned down at Amber. “My mother also used the soap in my rectum whenever I got really out of control. Do we need to do that with you, girl? Do I need to put the soap in your butt?”


Amber was stunned. She looked up at Barbara in disbelief. She shook her head violently. No… No!!! Soap suds ran down her chin.


Barbara pulled the soap out of Ambers mouth and folded it into a paper towel. Dropping it into her purse, she looked back down at Amber. “Okay, girl. Just remember… I have the soap and your mouth will be cleansed anytime it becomes foul. Do you understand?”


Amber gagged and spit into the toilet. She tried to get the taste out of her mouth. She knew the men were watching from the front counter. Her eyes watered.


Barbara tapped Ambers butt with her toe. “Do you hear me, girl?”


Amber weakly stood up. She held a hand over her mouth, wiping foam from her chin. She looked at Barbara. “Yes. Okay.” She gagged again.


“Yes what, girl?”, Barbara asked.


Amber looked at her with wide, blinking eyes.


Barbara stepped towards her. “You will address me as mistress. Do you understand?”


Amber felt ill. “Yes… mistress.” Lesbian bitch… She felt her heart pounding with anger. I hate you.


Barbara stood back and folded her arms. “Now, girl. I want to make it very clear where you stand. So, turn around and bend over.”


Amber looked over Barbaras shoulder at the clerk and the trucker. They were both staring at the scene unfolding in the store bathroom. They were laughing. Amber looked back up at Barbara. “Please. Cant we just leave this place? Please?”


Barbara cocked her head. “Please what, girl?”


Amber stepped back. “Please… mistress.”


Barbara pointed. “We will leave when you have completed your punishment. Now bend over and grab your ankles. If you give me any further back talk, well be doing this with your jeans and panties down. Do we need to have a bare butt spanking?”


Amber was mortified. “No. No…” She turned around and bent forward, grabbing her ankles. Get this over with…please… She looked between her legs at the front counter. The men were pointing and laughing. She closed her eyes.


Barbara raised her hand. “Im doing this to teach you, girl.” She came down hard across Ambers ass. SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!


The sound of Barbaras hand on Ambers tight jeans echoed throughout the store. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!!!


Amber tried to fight back the tears. However, it was to no avail. She wept like a baby. By the time the spanking stopped, she was blubbering like a little child. Snot hung from her nose as the tears rolled down her face. It hurts!!! Bitch!!!


Barbara stepped back, rubbing her hand. “Okay, Ms. Tiny Tits. I think you understand who is in charge here?”


Amber stood up, wiping her face. “Yes. Please… can we leave?” She looked at the men at the front counter. “Please? Lets just go…” She wiped her nose.


Barbara smiled. “Yes, what?”


Amber shivered. “Yes… mistress.”


Barbara grabbed Ambers elbow and led her out of the bathroom towards the front door.


The clerk stopped them with a wave of his hand. He shoved a five dollar bill across the counter and winked at Barbara. “He you go, maam. Keep the change.” Both the clerk and the trucker laughed.


Barbara smiled, while holding Ambers elbow. “Why thank you, young sir.” She made a move as if to grab the five dollar bill. At the last moment, she turned aside and kneed the trucker in the crotch. The man bent forward, groaning. Barbara laughed. She walked over to the counter and stared at the clerk. “I think that show was worth at least a hundred bucks. What do you say?” She held out her hand as the trucker fell on the floor, holding his crotch.


The store clerk pushed a hundred dollar bill across the counter. “Yeah… great show, lady. Keep the change.” He looked nervously at the trucker squirming in pain on the floor.


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Barbara smiled as she pulled Amber across the parking lot. “Come along, girl.” Amber followed timidly, allowing Barbara to lead her. The taste of soap lingered on her tongue making her feel queasy.


When they reached the car, Barbara shoved Amber into the passengers seat. “Sit down and stay quiet, Tiny Tits and get your phone out.” She slammed the door and walked around to the drivers side. As she opened the door and sat down, she glanced over at the trembling teen. “I think its time you make a call to your little boyfriend.”, Barbara said.


“Why?”, Amber asked. “Why should I call Ross?”


Barbara started the car and laughed as she pulled out of the parking lot.



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Meanwhile... Across town…


Ross slowly pulled the car to a stop in front of the dilapidated building. He looked down at the business card. Winstons Studio… He pulled out his phone and punched in Ambers number. Are you here, babe? He listened as Ambers phone went straight to voice mail. Damn it! Where are you, Ambs????


He stepped out of the car and walked across the parking lot. What a shithole… crappy building… why are you working at this place, Ambs?


Suddenly, his phone rang. He looked down at the caller id. Ambs? He answered. “Baby? Ambs?” He was relived to hear Ambers voice.


“Hi, babe.”, Ambers voice crackled across the phone, as if she were a long way away.


Ross held the phone closer to his ear. “Ambs? Are you there?”


“Yeah, babe. What are you doing?”, Ambers voice came back.


Ross pressed the phone against his ear. “Im looking for you, Ambs! Where are you?”


“Im okay, babe. Everything is good. Okay?” There was a pause. Amber continued, “Everything is okay, babe. Im doing something for both of us… I wont be home tonight but, dont worry. Im fine. Im taking care of business, baby. Okay?”


Ross shook his head and paced back and forth across the parking lot. “No! Its not okay! Where are you, Ambs?


“Stop worrying, babe. Everything is okay. I have to go…”, Ambers voice came back. “Dont worry.”


Ross held the phone against his ear. “Ambs?” The line went dead.


“Damn it!” Ross threw the phone on the ground. “Damn it!!”


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Chapter 29: Barbaras Pet / Madisons Plaything:



Amber hit the disconnect button on her phone and looked over at Barbara. “What now?” She felt weak and just wanted the whole ordeal to be over.


Barbara guided the car down the street. “Now, we go to my place and freshen you up. I have an exciting night planned.” She caressed Ambers leg.


Amber pushed her hand away. “Please stop touching me that way. I dont like girls.”


Barbara laughed. “You didnt seem to mind last night when I went down on you.” She paused.


Amber looked away. “You forced me… you and Winston made me…” She blinked nervously.


“Also, you are forgetting my proper title. What did I tell you to call me?”, Barbara asked. She patted Ambers thigh.


Amber shivered. “You said to call you mistress.” Dike…


“Thats right, girl. I am your mistress. Dont forget that fact.” Her hand moved up Ambers leg.


Amber scooted away from the womans probing hand. “Please stop. This makes me uncomfortable…”


Barbara turned onto a residential street. “Thats strike two, girl. How do you address me?” She outlined Ambers bra through her tank top.


Amber felt chills run over her body. She shivered. This is creepy… “Please… please stop it… mistress.”


Barbara smiled as she turned into the driveway and pulled to a stop in front of the large two story house. “Thats better, girl.” She removed the keys from the ignition and turned towards Amber. “Give me your phone, little girl.”


Amber started to speak but the hard look in Barbaras eyes made her fall silent. She reluctantly handed her phone to the older woman. Why is she doing this to me?


Barbara tapped the phone against her chin thoughtfully. “Now, my little pet. Where were we?” She paused. “Oh yes. Your tits.” She raised an eyebrow. “I think we were discussing your tiny breasts werent we, my dear?”


Amber looked away. I dont have tiny breasts…


Barbara plucked at the hem of Ambers tank top. “Now, girl. I want you to lift your shirt…”


Ambers lip quivered. She stared out the car window. “I told you that you win. I have tiny tits. Okay?” She hesitated. “Mistress…”


Barbara pulled on the tank top. “Lift your shirt.”


Amber felt trapped. “Why?… I dont want to… mistress.”


Barbara inwardly laughed as she watched the girl slowly relinquishing power. “You seem to use the word why quite often, girl. Moving forward, I forbid you to use that word. Whenever, I hear you say why, you will be punished. Severely. Do I make myself clear?”


Amber felt a warm tear run down her cheek.


Barbara tapped her thigh. “Amber? Do I make myself clear?”


Amber nodded. “Yes… mistress…” Her voice was almost a whisper.


Barbara lifted the hem of Ambers shirt with a long fingernail. “Lift your shirt, girl.”


Amber closed her eyes and slowly lifted her shirt. Her pink bra came into view. She held the shirt bunched under her chin. Her heart pounded. Ross… I need you, babe…


Barbara reached behind Ambers back and unfastened the bra. “Take it off, girl.”


Amber pulled the bra off slowly and held it in her lap. Her mind went blank with shame and fear.


Barbara stared down at Ambers breasts. Nice large areolas … firm nipples… well shaped… nice sized tits… not small at all… stupid little girl… Barbara reached over and cupped Ambers breasts in her hands, lifting them up and letting them fall again. She snickered as she watched them bounce. “Tiny tits. Exactly as I said. Pathetic.” She chose each word carefully to shame the young teen. “Just pathetic. You allow your boyfriend to see these? I would be embarrassed to let any man see these.” She laughed.


Amber tried to hold back her tears. “Ross likes them… he says theyre perfect.”


Barbara clicked her tongue. “Of course he does, dear. Of course he does… Let me see… according to my information, Ross comes from a poor family. Correct?” She gently pinched one of Ambers exposed nipples.


Amber looked out the window and blinked. Her long lashes fluttered. “Wh…” She stopped herself at the last instant.” How does she know about Ross? She rolled her eyes. “Ross wasnt born with a silver spoon in his mouth. I dont see the point… mistress.” She forced herself to look at Barbara. What are you talking about?


Barbara squeezed Ambers breasts with both hands. “Well, Ms. Tiny Tits. Lets think about it shall we?” She licked one of her fingers and traced an exposed nipple, tweaking it gently. “You come from a rich family… an excellent background… you want for nothing… Ross comes from the ghetto… Of course he will say whatever he has to say to flatter you. Cant you see hes just playing you, sweetie?”


Amber looked away. She shivered as the woman touched her breasts. She wanted to push Barbaras probing hands away but resisted the urge out of fear. Stop touching me that way… She shook her head. “Youre wrong… Ross loves me… were going to get married.”


Barbara cleared her throat. “What is my title?” She pinched Ambers nipples, causing the teenager to squirm in pain.


“Mistress!”, Amber squealed.


“Thats right, stupid little girl. That is also strike three.” Barbara sat back in the seat. “You must now be disciplined.” She sighed. “However, as stupid as you are you should be disciplined anyway… believing that little boy loves anything other than your familys money.” Barbara laughed as she stepped out of the car.


Amber held her head down. Tears dripped on her thighs. Ross loves me… She listened as Barbaras heels clicked on the pavement. Ross loves me… my love…


Barbara pulled the door open and grabbed Ambers arm. “Get out of the car, stupid girl.”


Amber pulled her shirt down as Barbara forced her from the seat. Her bra fell on the driveway. She tried to reach for the bra but Barbara pulled her away.


“Leave the bra, stupid. With tiny tits like yours, a bra isnt even necessary.” Barbara squeezed Ambers arm as she pulled her towards the house. “Silly girl.”


They reached the front porch and Barbara unlocked the door. She looked down at Amber. “I expect you to treat my home with respect, Tiny Tits.” She opened the door and guided Amber into the entryway.


As they entered the house the first thing Amber noticed was a sunken living room directly across the main foyer. Large cushioned couches were sprawled throughout the living area. She was stunned to notice a young man and woman sitting on the couch watching television. They turned towards the entryway as Barbara and Amber entered the house. The young woman stood up and smiled. “Hello, mother!”, she said with a wave.


Barbara smiled back. “Hello, sweetie.” She turned to the young man. “Hello, Alan.” The young man stood up and nodded. “Hi, Ms. Walker.”


Barbara left Amber standing in the entryway and walked over and gave the girl a kiss on the cheek. “I hope you two havent been misbehaving?” She looked at Alan.


The girl shook her head. “Of course not, mom. We never misbehave!” All three laughed.


Barbara turned back towards the entryway. Her smile melted away as she looked at Amber. “Come over here, disobedient girl.” She curled a finger at her.


Amber slowly walked towards the living room. Her eyelids fluttered as she smoothed her hands over her jeans. She looked down at the floor. This is freaky…


Barbara motioned at the young girl. “Amber, this is my daughter, Madison. You will address her as maam.” Amber looked at the young girl. She was strikingly beautiful. She appeared to be roughly Ambers own age. No more than 19 or 20 years old. She had long blonde hair and a lovely oval face. Her body was shapely. She wore a blue, tight fitting dress and high heels. Bracelets tinkled on her wrists. Amber noticed a small tattoo on Madisons ankle. A broken heart surrounded by chains. Madison looked at her with a faint smile. Her eyes traveled over Amber from head to toe. Judging her.


Barbara nodded at the young man. “This is Madisons friend, Alan. You will address him as sir.” Amber looked over at Alan. He was slim and fit and appeared to be in his very early twenties. His hair was shaggy and he had tattoos on both arms. He wore baggy jeans and a t-shirt emblazoned with a skull and skateboards as cross bones. He looked vaguely familiar. The way he looked at her made Amber nervous.


Barbara made a sweeping motion with her hand. “And, this is Amber. My new pet. However, you can both call her Ms. Tiny Tits.” Barbara smiled. Madison and Alan both laughed.


Madison walked around the couch and folded her arms. She stared at Amber. “Hello, Ms. Tiny Tits. Its a pleasure to meet you.” She stuck out her hand. Her bracelets tinkled.


Amber felt the blood rushing to her cheeks. She heard Alan laughing. Anger and shame welled up inside her. Screw you bitch! She backed away and looked at Barbara. “Fuck you! You people are sick! Somethings wrong with all of you!” She shot a look back at Madison. “Screw you!” She turned towards the door. Im going home…


Barbara looked over at Alan. She cocked her head at Amber.


Alan was over the couch in an instant. He had his arm around Ambers neck before she could even turn the doorknob. “Where do you think youre going?”, he muttered in her ear. His grip was powerful and he turned Amber around forcing her to the floor in a split second. Holding her in a headlock he looked up at Barbara. “She isnt too bright is she, Ms. Walker?”


Amber struggled to free herself from Alans chokehold. She kicked her feet and screamed. “Get off me!! Let me go!!!”


Barbara walked over and stood looking down at Amber with her hands on her hips. “No, Alan. Shes as dumb as a box of rocks. Let her up.”


Alan stood up and dusted off his jeans, leaving Amber lying on the tiled floor. He shook his head. “What a dense bitch.” He walked over and stood next to Madison.


Amber slowly rose to her knees. She looked up at Barbara. Whats wrong with these people?


Barbara reached down, grabbing Amber by the hair. “Well, Ms. Tiny Tits… What did I tell you right before we came in the house?” She pulled Amber to her feet by her hair.


Amber held Barbaras arm. “Let me go!” She tried to pry the womans hand out of her hair. “Stop it!”


Barbara slapped her. “What did I tell you, girl?”


Amber tried to pull away. “Stop it… I …”


Barbara slapped her again, harder. “What did I tell you, girl?”


Amber went limp. She held her hands on Barbaras arm. “Please let go of my hair… please… that hurts!”


Barbara slapped her again. “What did I tell you, girl?”


Amber heard Madison and Alan laughing in the background. She held Barbaras arm. “Please …. Please…”


Barbara slapped her again. “What did I say to you immediately before we entered this house, girl?”


Amber blinked back tears. “treat my home with respect…” Her voice was barely audible.


Barbara slapped her again. “How are you to address me, girl?”


Amber rubbed her burning cheek with one hand while holding Barbaras arm with the other. “as mistress…” She blinked rapidly. Her breath caught in her throat.


Barbara slapped her again. “What did I say to you immediately before we entered this house, girl?”


Amber wept openly. Tears fell down her cheeks. “treat my home with respect, mistress…” Shame washed over her.


Barbara released Ambers hair and allowed her to sink to the floor. She stepped back. “Thats right, girl. But in defiance of my one simple command, you have disrespected my house, my daughter and her friend. All in under three minutes. Unreal.” She shook her head in disbelief.


Amber leaned forward on her knees holding her arms over her chest. She wiped away tears. I need Ross… he loves me… hes not using me… Im not anyones pet.. I want to go home…


Barbara stared down at Amber. “Now, girl… I want you to apologize to Madison. You will address her as maam.” She pointed.


Amber slowly stood up and looked over at Madison. The young girl smirked at her. Alan sat on the back of the couch, chuckling.


Barbara tapped her foot. “Were all waiting, Ms. Tiny Tits.”


Amber looked down at the floor. “Im sorry…”


Madison walked over and looked directly at Amber. “Apology is not accepted.” She glanced over at Barbara. “I dont think her apology is sincere, mother. Not sincere at all…” She looked back at Amber. “I think shes only sorry because you told her to be sorry. Shes acting devious.”


Amber looked at Madison. Shes my age… I hate her… what a bitch.


Barbara snapped her fingers. “Get on you knees, Amber.”


“Why??”, Amber asked. “Why? I said I was sorry!”


Barbara looked at the ceiling and shook her head. “Now, youve broken two rules, girl. First, I told you to apologize to Madison and address her as maam. Second, I told you to never ask why in my presence.” She walked over to Amber. “Two rules have been violated. Do you want to continue digging this hole, girl?”


Amber felt ill. She looked up at Madison. “Im sorry, maam.” She felt odd calling Madison maam… Shes my own age… She glanced up at Barbara. “Im sorry I said why, mistress.” She looked down with shame. “Can I just go home now?”  Just let me go…


Barbara looked down at Amber. “Thats much better… Much better, but much too late…”, she said.


Madison smirked. “It was better. Then again, she seems like a cunning bitch, mother. I think you should punish her. She needs to be punished.” Madison looked at Amber. “Shes got a bad attitude.” 


Amber stared at Madison with hatred. What a stuck up little bitch…


Barbara tapped her fingernails together. “I agree, dear. The little tramp needs to be punished…” She looked over at Madison. “What do you recommend, sweetie?”


Madison paused as if deep in thought. She stared at Amber. “I dont know, mother. It should be something extreme. She needs to understand her place. Maybe a good belting would work…”


Alan agreed. “Yeah, Ms. Walker. Madison is right. This chick needs a taste of the belt.”


Barbara pursed her lips. “I like the way you think, Madison.” She looked over at Amber. “I want you to bend over the couch, Tiny Tits.” She looked at Alan. “May I borrow your belt?”


Amber backed away as Alan unfastened his belt and handed it to Barbara. She shook her head. “Im not doing this.” She looked at Barbara. “We dont need to do this…”


“Bend over the couch, girl.”, Barbara demanded.


Madison smiled. “See, mother? Shes devious. Look at her eyes. Shes trying to think of something to say to get out of her punishment.”


Amber shook her head. “No, Im not!” Yes, I am…


Barbara flexed the belt in her hands. “Bend over the couch, girl.” She pointed. “Im going to count to three… One…”


Ambers eyelids fluttered rapidly. She walked towards the couch avoiding Madison and Alans stares. She bent over slowly.


Madison looked at Barbara quizzically. “Is there something wrong with her eyes, mother? She blinks too much.”


Barbara shook her head. “Its a nervous tick, Im afraid. The girl is riddled with shortcomings.” She walked over and stood behind Amber. “Stick your butt in the air, tramp.” She raised the belt. “This will hurt you more than it hurts me.” She came down hard across Ambers butt. THWACK!  THWACK! THWACK!


Amber fought back tears. She wanted to scream… to run… to do anything. Instead, she remained prone over the couch as the older woman applied the belt to her buttocks.


Madison watched with amusement. “This isnt working, mother. I think those ugly jeans need to come down.”


Alan clapped. “Yes Ms. Walker, a bare butt spanking always works best.”


Barbara reached underneath Amber and unfastened the button on her jeans. “Take your pants down, girl.”


Ambers mind raced. What? Why!? Why are they doing this? She looked around the living room. There was no seeming escape. Im trapped… She slowly unzipped her jeans and pushed them over her hips and down her legs. She closed her eyes. Alan is looking at my panties…


Barbara raised the belt but Madison stopped her. “No, mother. I think Alan is right. She needs a spanking on her bare butt.”


Barbara laughed. Shes definitely my girl! She grabbed Ambers panties. “Lets have these right down.”


Amber felt her panties coming down. She closed her eyes. Stop blinking… Alan can see my butt…


For a brief moment there was total silence in the room as everyone stared at Ambers exposed butt. It was a beautiful sight. Her ass was perfectly shaped with a delicate crack and round buttocks. Her jeans and panties were bunched around her ankles. Her butt cheeks were slightly reddened from the belt.


Madison spoke first. “Give her what she deserves, mother.” She looked at Ambers bare ass with fascination.


Barbara brought the belt down hard. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!


After several strikes of the belt, the tears flowed freely down Ambers cheeks. Please stop…


Barbara stood back and admired her work. Ambers buttocks were flaming red and the belt marks stood out in high definition. “Okay, stupid little girl. I hope you understand your place.”


Amber remained prone over the couch. “Yes… mistress… I understand.” She has the power now…


“Thats good, my little pet. Now, stand up.”, Barbara said.


Amber stood up slowly and reached down to pull up her jeans.


Barbara shook her head. “No, girl. Leave the pants down and turn and face us.”


Amber turned around. She held her palms over her pubic area. Where are you, Ross? Tears trickled down her cheeks.


“Put your hands behind your head, Tiny Tits.”, Barbara commanded.


Amber felt helpless. She laced her fingers together behind her head. Her tank top rode up above her bellybutton, revealing her smooth stomach. She knew how ridiculous she must appear with her jeans and panties bunched at her feet and her tight tank top raised so high. Im practically nude… She noticed Alan staring at her exposed body. She shivered.


Alan watched the spectacle unfolding in front of his eyes. This girl is hot! He drank in every exposed area of her body. I want to fuck her… He suddenly noticed Madison staring at him. Oh crap! He motioned at Amber. “What an ugly little whore… I hope shes learned her lesson.” He shook his head with disgust and looked away.


Madison was pissed. My boyfriend thinks this bitch is sexy… She shot a hateful glance at Amber. She turned towards Barbara. “I dont think shes had enough yet, mother.”


Barbara tossed the belt on the floor. “Shes had enough discipline for now, honey. However, shes needs a good cleaning and grooming. Im a little tired…” She raised an eyebrow at Madison.


Madison smirked. “Let me fix her up, mother.” She shot an evil look at Amber. “I know just how to get her clean.”


Barbara nodded. “Okay, dear. Take her in the bathroom and clean her up. I need a glass of wine.” She looked over at Alan. “Are you thirsty? I can make you a lemonade.”


Alan readily agreed. “Yes, maam. A lemonade would be just right about now.” He avoided Madisons piercing gaze.


Madison watched as Alan and her mother left the room. She turned back towards Amber. You little fucking cunt… “Come with me, Tiny Tits. Lets get you all nice and clean.” She grinned.



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Chapter 30: The Exchange



Winston sat in his truck, smoking. He glanced down at his watch… 5:03 AM… Where the fuck is the dean? Little fucker… He took another drag and flipped on the radio. A classic rock song poured from the speakers. He listened to the lyrics with a frown. This is the end, beautiful friend. This is the end, my only friend, the end…It hurts to set you free. But, youd never follow me… The end of laughter and soft lights… the end of nights we try to like…. Winston quickly flipped off the stereo. “Fuck that. Hippie assholes.” He stared impatiently out the window. Where in the fuck are you Smith? “Im going to beat your…”, he stopped in mid sentence as he noticed the SUV pulling into the parking area. About time… I hate tardiness. Especially, to ones own funereal… He laughed.


Winston stepped out of his truck as dean Smith pulled the SUV to a stop next him. He watched as Smith got out and walked around to the passengers side, opening the door. “Well, Winston. Here she is, as promised.” Dean Smith guided Aubree out of the SUV.


Winston watched as the trembling teen stood looking down at her feet. She looked disheveled. Her hair was uncombed. She wore the same clothing she had worn when he delivered her to Smith. Tight blue jeans, cut off shirt and flip flop sandals. He walked over and lifted her chin, staring down into her eyes. “Hello, Fuck Toy. I trust you didnt cause dean Smith too many problems?” He noticed Aubrees eyes were bloodshot. Her cheeks were tear stained. Looks like the dean had his fun… Hope it was worth it…


Dean Smith held out his hand. “Thank you, sir. Aubree was a delicious treat. A true delicacy.” He grinned at Winston.


Winston looked down at Smiths hand. He didnt extend his own hand. “Did you feed her, Smith?” He gave the dean a hard look.


The dean dropped his hand. He looked puzzled. “I think so…” He shrugged. “I must be honest. I really cant rightly recall. However, I can assure you Aubree has had plenty of fluids.” He laughed at his own joke.


Winston fought back the sudden urge to pommel Smith. He shook his head and turned towards his own truck. “Come along, Fuck Toy. Get in.”


Aubree hurried towards Winstons truck. She opened the door and climbed inside. She heard Winston and the dean talking outside the truck. Their voices were muffled. She leaned back in the seat and closed her eyes. Just take me home… to my own apartment… I want to go home… As much as she hated Winston, she felt almost happy to be away from Smith and his friends. At least Im closer to home… She wiped her nose.


Winston opened the door and climbed into the truck. He started the engine and looked over at Aubree. “Welcome back, Fuck Toy. Did you miss me?”


Aubree looked away. She bit her bottom lip. “I want to go home.”


Winston laughed. “Im sure you do, little missy. Im sure you do.” He glanced in the rearview mirror as he pulled the truck across the large parking lot. He watched as dean Smith walked towards his own SUV. A moment later, a van pulled up next to Smiths vehicle. He watched as Smith turned towards the van. Several men jumped out of the van and approached dean Smith. They had guns.


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Winston turned out of the parking lot onto the main road. He glanced back down at Aubree. “Are you hungry, girl?”


Aubree nodded. “Yes. Starving.” She hadnt realized how famished she actually was until Winston asked the question. When did I eat last? Tuesday? Monday? What day is it?


Winston pulled into the drive thru of a fast food restaurant. “How does a hamburger and fries sound, girlie?” We need to keep your energy up…


Aubree licked her dry lips. “Im starving.” When did I last eat anything????


Winston pulled forward and placed the order. “Give me a number two meal with a coke.”


The voice on the other end crackled back, “Would you like an apple Mac pie with that?”


Winston felt irritated. God damned little… “No. I dont want a son of a bitching pie!”, he barked. “Just give me my Mac Burger, my Mac fries and my Mac change so I can get the Mac fuck out of here!” Winston glared at the menu board.


The voice on the other end hesitated. “Okay, sir. Your amount is…”


Winston turned on the radio and pulled around the building. Who gives a shit? Never met a clown that wasnt a freaking pervert…


As they pulled away from the restaurant, Aubrees stomach rolled. She could smell the hamburger and fries. She glanced down at the bag in Winstons lap. “Sir, Im really hungry…”


Winston guided the truck down the road. “Ill bet you are, girlie.”


Aubree looked at the bag of food. Im famished…


Winston pulled into the Green Meadow Apartments. He parked the truck. He tossed the bag at Aubree. “Eat up, little tramp.” He watched as she tore into the bag. She devoured the burger and fries in less than five minutes. He shook his head. Fucking, Smith. He didnt even feed her… got to take care of the livestock… He lit a cigarette and looked down at Aubree. Especially, premium livestock like her. His eyes roamed over her body.


Aubree wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She took a long drink of soda. She glanced timidly over at Winston. “May I go now, sir?” She looked up at her apartment.


Winston smiled. “Let me walk you up, Fuck Toy.” He stepped out of the truck.


Aubree walked towards the stairway. She heard Winston walking behind her. He wants something… She walked up the steps towards her apartment. He wants me… Her heart sank. Fuck Toy…


Winston stood over her as she unlocked her apartment. His breath was hot on her cheek. She shivered. Please go away… She opened the door and turned back towards Winston. “Okay. Im home. I guess Ill see you…”


Winston pushed her into the apartment and closed the door. He walked over to her couch and sat down. He flipped on the television.


Aubree stood at the front door. She looked around her apartment. Not really my apartment anymore… She looked timidly at Winston. He looked over his shoulder at her. He smirked. “What are you waiting for, girl?”, he asked.


Aubree didnt want to respond. Hes going to make me do something… She walked towards the kitchen. Something sexual… She walked over to the counter.


Winston stood up and followed her into the kitchen. He stood directly behind her. His cock was hard as he pressed against her buttocks, pushing her into the counter. “Why are you in the kitchen, girl? You just ate. Are you hungry again? Do you need something else to eat?” He rubbed his erection on her ass.


Aubree closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. Dolphins… in the sea…


Winston placed his hands on her hips. “I want you to understand something, Aubree.”, he whispered in her ear. He moved his hands up her sides and fondled her breasts through her shirt. “Im going to fuck you tonight. In your pussy, in your mouth and in your butt. Im going to fuck you in all your little holes.” He placed his large palms on her ass. “Im going to fuck you long and hard. You have no say in the matter. Youre my fuck doll.” He reached under her shirt. “However, I dont fuck dirty girls. So, I want you to go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. When youre done bathing, there is no reason to get dressed. In fact, theres no reason to even wear a towel. I want you to go take a bath and then come out fully nude. So I can inspect you.” I want to make sure Smith hasnt damaged you… “Do you hear me, girl?”


Aubree held her hands over her face. She couldnt speak. She turned slowly away from him and walked towards the bathroom. Fuck Toy… Owned… A tear ran down her cheek. Im so tired…


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