Aubree's First Apartment

Aubree’s First Apartment: Part 11

Chapter 35: Lester’s Taxi Service:

Aubree rolled over in bed and glanced over at the window. It was strange seeing the afternoon sunlight shining through the curtains. She was normally an “early to bed, early to rise” person. However, after Winston had picked her up from dean Smith earlier that morning and brought her back to her apartment she had been exhausted. Winston’s lustful attentions prior to his departure had only made her more tired. He forced me… again… Fuck Toy… She rubbed her eyes and looked over at the digital clock on her dresser. It’s almost 6 PM… I’ve been asleep all day… what day is it? Thursday? She pulled the covers off and stretched. Sitting up, she placed her bare feet on the carpet and yawned as she looked up at the picture hanging above her bed. The framed painting depicted three dolphins swimming around a mermaid. I wish I were a dolphin or a mermaid… I would swim far away… no one would ever catch me…

She got up and walked across her bedroom and stood in front of the full length mirror. Pulling the nightshirt over her head, she looked at her naked reflection. Turning around, she glanced over her shoulder at her bare bottom. Red welts stood out on her buttocks and her thighs were bruised. Fuck Toy got punished… I’m Fuck Toy… I got punished… She turned back around and stared hard at the mirror. I look different… I’m not me anymore… She shivered and quickly pulled on a short silk robe and walked across the hallway, fastening the ties as she walked towards the bathroom.

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A blue sedan pulled to a stop in front of the apartment building and an older gentleman stepped out. The man was overweight and appeared to be in his mid sixties. He wore dark sunglasses and a ball cap with the words ‘Gone Fishing’ emblazoned on the front. He looked down at a crumpled piece of paper in his hand and smiled. His teeth were yellow and stained. He turned towards the apartment building and approached the staircase. “Now… where’s 22B?”, he muttered under his breath.

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Aubree finished brushing her teeth and picked up the mouthwash. Her mind raced as she gargled. I’ve got to come up with a plan… Winston is in control… There must be some way out of this mess… I’m not Fuck Toy! She spit the mouthwash out and grabbed her hairbrush. This is stupid… I’ve lost my job… I haven’t been to school in days… I’m sure I’m going to flunk… I can’t go back there anyway… not after what dean Smith did to me… My rent is going to be due soon… I don’t have any money… She ran the brush through her long hair. Each stroke of the brush became harder and harder. She bit her bottom lip and stared into the mirror. My life is ruined. I’m a whore. I’ve been with more men than I can count in less than a week… So much for being a virgin for my future husband… What decent man would want me now? She pushed the brush harder against her scalp. I’m a filthy, dirty whore… What would Momma and Daddy think? She brushed her hair furiously. How can I get away? Winston has nude pictures and videos… he could post them at any time… show them to anyone… I don’t even have a phone… he broke it… She pushed the brush through her hair, angrily. I’m just a stupid little… Fuck Toy! She threw the brush against the bathroom mirror and screamed at her reflection. “FUCK TOY!! FUCK TOY!!!” She held her hands over her face and wept.

After several minutes, Aubree regained her composure and stared at her face in the mirror. Her brow creased as a plan formulated in her mind. This is stupid… what’s done is done.. I was foolish… not anymore… I’m eighteen… I’m an adult… She quickly walked towards her bedroom and opened the closet. Where is my suitcase? I’ll go to Reed and see Momma and Daddy… ask them if I can stay there… Reed is a small town… Winston can’t find me there… If he comes around Daddy will kill him anyway… She quickly pulled out her suitcase. I’m outta here… I’ll just take what I need… I’ve got to get away before things get any worse… She stopped suddenly and cocked her head. Was that a knock at the front door? She pursed her lips and walked into the hallway. The knocking came again. Oh my god… it’s Winston! She swallowed hard.

Aubree pulled the tiny robe tighter around herself and tiptoed towards the front door. Her bare feet whispered across the carpet. She pressed her hands on the door and looked through the peephole as the knocking came again. She saw an older man wearing a ball cap standing on the porch. She backed away. It’s Lester! From the park… from the nature trail!! How did he get here? How does he know where I live? She clenched her bare toes on the carpet. He’s Winston’s friend… Winston told him where I live… Winston probably sent him…What does he want? She peeked back into the eyehole. Go away! She stepped back as Lester continued knocking. Go away! No one’s home! She backed into the living room.

Suddenly, Lester’s voice came through the door. “Aubree? Hello? I know you’re home, little honey. Winston told me what you drive. I see your car… Open the door.”

Aubree trembled with fear. What does he want? She slowly crept back towards the peephole. Suddenly, the doorknob turned. The deadbolts creaked as Lester pushed from the outside. His voice came through the door crack. “Open up, Aubree. I see you looking through the peephole. Open up now. Don’t make me call Winston.”

Aubree’s heart pounded in her chest. Oh no… She considered her options. He can’t get in… I could just go hide in my room… but, I don’t have a phone… What if he breaks in? I can’t call for help… what if he calls Winston?

Lester knocked on the door again. Louder. “Open up, Aubree. Don’t be uncooperative, girl. Don’t make me give Winston a bad report, young lady. You know what will happen. Winston don’t take kindly to hearing about little girls being unruly.”

Aubree sniffled as she stepped towards the door. Winston sent him… I can’t make him mad… Who is this man? She slowly unfastened the deadbolts and stood back. What does he want? Maybe I can reason with him. Winston isn’t around…

Lester pushed the door opened and looked inside. He smiled at Aubree. “Hello, cutie pie. Remember me?” His eyes started at her bare feet and slowly rose over her tan legs and across the front of her small robe, coming to rest on her wide eyes. He stepped into the apartment as Aubree backed away. “Winston asked me to stop by and pick you up.”, he said as he closed the door behind himself. He flipped the deadbolts into place. “It sure does smell good in here… like peaches or something…”, he smiled at her. 

Aubree backed into the living room. She crossed her arms over her tummy and pulled her robe tighter. “Pick me up for what? Why?”, she asked nervously.

Lester grinned. His teeth were dirty and yellow. He walked over and sat down on the couch, making himself at home. “It’s poker night, girl. Winston said you would be serving drinks. Guys night out.” He rubbed his palms together and smiled as his eyes traveled over the young girl. He motioned towards her. “Why don’t you come over here and let Uncle Lester get a closer look at you, baby? I enjoyed getting to know you at the park the other day.” He paused. “In fact, I’ve been thinking about you ever since. You sure are a pretty little thing.” He licked his lips. “Your body is simply adorable, Aubree… you’re a real cutie. I actually volunteered to pick you up for the poker game… Winston was busy…”, his voice trailed off but his eyes remained focused on the young girl.

Aubree backed towards the hallway. “Winston didn’t say anything to me about poker night or serving drinks. I think you’re mistaken.” Oh my god! He’s on my couch! He looks filthy… She pulled on the front of her robe.

Lester sat back and crossed his hands behind his head, watching as the teenaged girl fumbled with the ties on her bathrobe. “I’d really hate to give Winston a bad report on you, girl. You know he has a mean temper.” He placed his feet on the coffee table. “You had best cooperate.” His eyes traveled over her, coming to rest on her ample cleavage. “That little bathrobe looks really soft. Is it silk?”

Aubree looked down at her bare legs. I wish this robe wasn’t so short… She ignored his question. “I don’t recall Winston saying anything about poker night or serving drinks.”, she repeated. Get your feet off my coffee table… stop looking at me that way… Why did I open the door??

Lester sat up and slapped his thighs, letting out a raspy laugh. “You don’t recall, heh?” He shook his head. “You don’t recall…”, He repeated slowly. “Why don’t you come over here, Aubree? I want to get a better look at you. You sure are a pretty. In fact, I think you’re the prettiest little girl I’ve seen in a long time… Maybe ever.” He curled a finger at her. “Come here, baby. Let Uncle Lester have a look see.” His eyes roamed over her bare legs and feet.

Aubree shook her head and looked down at the carpet. “I don’t want to.” She looked up at him through her long lashes. She bit her bottom lip and creased her brow. “Let me get dressed first. I don’t feel comfortable.” She backed against the wall in the hallway and held one bare foot over the other. Stop looking at me that way… you’re gross… She folded her arms over her breasts.

Lester laughed even louder. “Don’t feel comfortable?” He let out a long laugh which sounded more like wheezing than laughter. “Don’t feel comfortable?”, he asked again with a chuckle. He pulled his hat up and ran a hand over his sweaty scalp. “Why, you sure do look comfortable to me. That little bathrobe of yours looks mighty comfortable. Hell… I bet your not wearing anything under that tiny little robe are you, honey?” He pulled his hat back down and stared at her. His eyes were small and hungry. Drool formed at the corners of his mouth. “Are you wearing anything under that little bathrobe, girlie?”, he asked. His smile melted away as his eyes traveled over her smooth legs.

Aubree held one arm over her silk robe and dropped the other arm over her bare thighs. The garment came to just below her private area. Her legs were on full display. She watched as Lester’s beady eyes roamed over her body. “Let me get dressed. Then, we can talk.” She turned towards her bedroom. I need to get dressed… That’s final.

Lester stood up and cracked his knuckles, causing her to jump. “I asked you to come over here, honey. I don’t expect to be disobeyed. I can tan your hide just as good as Winston if you make me.” He held a hand on his belt buckle. “Is that what you need, baby? Do you need to have your hide tanned?” He loosened his belt and licked his lips. “From what I recall, you have a very pretty little bottom, Aubree. It would be a shame if I had to give it a good belting. Then again, Winston says you’re a bad girl and need to be spanked almost everyday.” His finger twitched on his belt buckle. 

Aubree paused in the hallway and pulled her robe tighter. She glanced over at Lester. Please stop it… She fidgeted with her robe. A cold chill ran over her body as Lester loosened his belt further. She slowly turned and faced him. “What do you want?”, she asked meekly. Dolphins… swimming free… She clenched her bare toes.

Lester grinned and sat back down on the couch. “That’s better, girlie. It’s better if you just cooperate.” He tapped his leather belt. “Now, Aubree… Like I said… I want you to come over here and let me get a good look at you. You sure are a sexy little thing.” He winked at her. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about you lately… in fact… I’ve been thinking about you nonstop.”

Aubree reluctantly stepped towards the couch. She avoided making eye contact with the disgusting man. She stopped just across the coffee table and looked down at the carpet. Lester was just a few feet away. What do you want? I know what you want… Fuck Toy… dolphins…

Lester’s eyes roamed over the trembling girl. His gaze seemed to devour her body. “How old are you, young lady?”, he asked, dropping a hand to his crotch. He looked directly at the front of her silk robe.

Aubree shivered. “Eighteen.” Don’t do this to me…

Lester smiled. “Eighteen heh? That’s a very good age. I like that age… Same age as my granddaughter.” He stared at her breasts. He could see her nipples through the thin material. “You’re not wearing anything underneath your robe are you, Aubree?”, he asked.

Aubree shivered. “Why?” Dolphins… free…

“Because I asked you. That’s why.”, Lester replied, mocking her. “Now answer me… are you all naked underneath that little bathrobe, cutie pie?” He tapped his belt buckle.

Aubree looked over her shoulder at the hallway. “Yes. I’m just wearing a robe. I wasn’t expecting visitors.” I didn’t invite you… “That’s why I need to…”

Lester interrupted her. “I thought so. I can see your nipples… I knew you weren’t wearing no bra but I wasn’t certain about panties.” He leaned forward. “It’s nice to know you’re nice and naked under that little robe.” He smiled. “I’ve been thinking about your body a lot since we first met… I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Aubree. You’re very pretty… I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I sure wish I had got me some pictures the other day… at the park… you really looked good in your birthday suit…” His eyes roamed over her smooth legs.

Aubree took a step backwards. She looked at her bedroom door. She felt frightened. I’ve got to remain calm… talk him out of this… “Thank you, Lester. I know you like me. That’s sweet.” She forced a smile. “That’s very sweet of you. But now, I’d like to go to my room and get dressed if that’s okay? I’m sure Winston is expecting us to be somewhere soon… We shouldn’t keep him waiting. ” Let me get dressed you sick freak…

Lester shook his head. “Nope. Winston ain’t expecting us until eight o’clock. I decided to come by your place early… I wanted to tell you how I feel about you. It’s been on my mind…” His eyes moved over the front of her legs. “I like you a whole bunch, Aubree…” His lip twitched. “Your body is perfect. I really want to see it again… Don’t make me have to be mean to you. Okay? I think we had a connection the other day at the park. Don’t you?”

Aubree felt dumbstruck. He’s obsessed or something… I don’t even know this man… Oh my gawd! She forced a polite smile. “Look, Lester… it’s probably best if I just get dressed. Okay? Like I said… I wasn’t expecting visitors… Besides, I’d be more comfortable talking with you if I were dressed properly. Do you understand?” Her eyes pleaded with him.

Lester shook his headed. “Nope. I don’t like that idea. I don’t like that idea at all. I like you just the way you are… in your little robe… That’s actually how I’ve been imagining  you… in a little robe…it’s strange… just like I imagined you…” His eyes moved up and down her body.

Aubree felt lightheaded. Her heart pumped with fear. She tried to remain calm. Lester is a loon… She nodded slowly. “Okay, Lester. I understand. But, you don’t want me to be uncomfortable do you?”, she asked. “Do you?”, she pleaded.

Lester rubbed his palms together. “Nope. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” His eyes moved down the front of her legs. “It’s just that… well… I’ve been remembering your little body. I want to see it again. All nice and bare… Like you were the other day. You didn’t mind showing me at the park the other day when we were with Winston… Do you remember?” He looked up at her face. His lip twitched. “Can you show me your body again, Aubree? I really want to see you again… like you were the other day… without your clothes…all nice and bare… Just let me have a quick peek… Okay? You’re so sexy…”

Aubree took a step back. “I don’t think so, Lester. Maybe I can get you a drink. Would you like a soda or something while I get dressed?”, she asked. She glanced nervously at the kitchen. Oh no… 

Lester shook his head. “I ain’t thirsty.” He rubbed his thighs and nodded at her. “Why don’t you unfasten that little robe and let me look at your nice little eighteen year old body, Aubree?” He squeezed his crotch. “Those big titties of yours are practically begging to come out anyway… I just want to look at them. No harm in that, right?” He grinned and licked his cracked lips. “Let me have a quick look baby… you’re so pretty… you remind me of my granddaughter.”

Aubree held a hand over her mouth and shook her head. She coughed. “Look, Lester… I don’t think so… okay? Please? You’re scaring me…” Dolphins…

Lester drummed his fingers on his knee impatiently. He stared into her eyes as he unfastened his belt buckle. “Come on, sweetie. Just open that little robe. Let me see you again. You’re so cute. I’ve been thinking about you for days… Now, I’m gonna see you again… like you were the other day… without your clothes. Come on, sugar. You didn’t act so shy the other day at the park. Besides, you’re a big girl now… you should get used to being seen by men… You’re a very pretty girl and pretty girls are made to be enjoyed. That’s what Winston says anyway.” He smiled at her.

Aubree took a step back. He’s out of his mind…“I don’t think so, Lester. I need to get dressed. I’m sorry if I…”

Lester waved a hand in the air cutting her off in mid sentence. “We can do it the easy way or the hard way… but, one way or the other, I’m gonna see that cute little body again… all of it… all of your body…” He loosened his belt. “What’s it gonna be, Aubree? The easy way or the hard way?”, he asked as his lip twisted into a sneer. “Are you going to take off your robe or am I going to take it off for you?” His face contorted as his pig like eyes traveled over her. He started to ease the belt out of his pants.

Aubree looked up at the ceiling and fought back her tears. He’s taking off his belt… to beat me…to beat Fuck Toy… I’m Fuck Toy… She swallowed hard. He’s going to force me… There’s no where to run… Just get it over with… Don’t make him angry…

She clenched her toes and slowly unfastened her robe. She let the ties fall and the robe slowly fell apart, revealing her firm body to Lester’s lustful gaze. She shuddered as she stared down at the carpet. Fuck Toy…

Lester sank back on the couch and whistled through his teeth. “Oh my. You sure are pretty, baby. Just like I remember…” His eyes drank in Aubree’s firm breasts and large nipples. He looked down at her tan stomach and perfectly shaped navel. His eyes dropped to her shaved pubis and adorable slit peeking from between her tightly closed legs. He leaned forward over the coffee table and grabbed her wrist. “Come around the table, honey. Come stand in front of me.” He pulled her around the table. “Come over here, baby. Don’t act shy. ”

Aubree allowed him to pull her slowly around the coffee table. The bottom of the open silk robe caressed the backs of her thighs making her feel even more exposed as she turned towards the lecherous old man. He placed his hands on her hips and ran them over her smooth waist. As his hands moved up her sides, his arms pushed the robe further apart. He cupped her large breasts in his palms. He stared down at her shaved pussy. “There now… that’s the little girl I remember… what a beautiful body you have, Aubree… you are so sexy….”, he whispered. “You’re perfect… I’ve never seen a sexier body… what a pretty little girl you are…”

Aubree crossed her hands under her chin, holding her elbows over her bare breasts as she looked away. Dolphins… swimming free… She felt Lester groping her. His hands moved down her stomach. “Yes indeed, honey girl. You sure are a pretty little thing. Your body is just perfect…”, he cooed.

Aubree shivered. She tried to block out the feeling of Lester’s hands roaming over her exposed flesh. I’m not a fuck toy… I’m Aubree!

Lester licked his lips as he fondled the teenaged girl. He reached up and eased the robe off her smooth shoulders. “Let’s get this off…” Pulling her arms down by her sides, he smiled as the robe fell to the carpet. “There… there… perfect… all nice and bare… Good little Aubree… good little baby girl… just like I remember… even better…” He moved his hands down her hips and onto her bare legs. “You’re so sexy, Aubree. Why don’t you turn around and let me look at that firm little ass of yours?” He grabbed her hips and slowly turned her around. His eyes focused on her bare butt. “What a juicy little bottom you have… just like I recall…” He placed a finger at the top of her crack and moved downward tracing the curve of her butt.  “Delicious.. Yummy…” A string of drool dripped from the corner of his lip.

Aubree looked across the living room at her bedroom door. Fuck Toy… I’m only here for the pleasure of men… Pretty girls are made to be enjoyed… That’s what Winston says… I’m good for nothing but sex… I hate myself… A chill ran down her spine as she felt Lester’s eyes on her bare back.

She listened with revulsion as Lester sucked his finger. A moment later, she felt a wet finger slip between her buttocks. She jumped. Eeww!!! “Stop it! Don’t touch me there!” She tried to pull away but Lester’s grip was firm. “Please stop!”, she pleaded.

Lester licked his dry lips as he eased his finger into the girl’s rectum. “Mmmmm. That’s really tight, Aubree.”, he said as he pushed his finger deeper into her tiny hole. “I didn’t think your asshole could still be so tight after all the anal sex you’ve been having lately… Winston tells me he’s butt fucked you more than once… Is that true, cutie? Has this little ass of yours been getting a regular fucking?”, he asked as he pinched her bare buttocks. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he stared hungrily at her adorable backside.

Aubree tried to step forward while pushing on Lester’s arm in a futile attempt to get his finger out of her bottom. She was shaking violently and her lips quivered. She felt warm tears starting in the corners of her eyes. “Please stop…” I’m tender in there… it hurts… 

Lester thrust his finger deeper into the squirming girl’s rectum. “It’s okay, Aubree. It’s okay that you’ve had anal sex… I still think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” He continued to push his finger into her rectum as he squeezed her buttocks. “Don’t worry about that. It’s okay that you’ve been butt fucked. I still like you, Aubree.” He reached around and caressed her tummy. His hand slipped between her legs, tracing her slit. “I still like you, honey…” He moved his fingers up her stomach and touched her bellybutton. “I like you a lot… I like you a whole bunch…”

Aubree wanted to run. Get off me!! Stop it!!! She squirmed under Lester’s probing hands. You’re a sicko!!! Go away!! A teardrop slowly rolled down her cheek. Fuck Toy… again…

Lester pulled his finger out of Aubree’s rectum and placed his hands on her hips. He stared at her bare back and enjoyed the feel of her soft flesh beneath his fingers. “You’re so sexy, Aubree… what a delightful little body you have. It’s even better than I remembered…” He ran his tongue over his lips as he drank in the lovely teenager’s nude body. His eyes locked on the cleft of her buttocks. “So beautiful… like my granddaughter”, he said under his breath.

Aubree attempted to push his hands away. She tried to fight back her tears. I’ve got to focus… can’t break down… he’s a crazy pervert… I’ve got to talk him out of doing anything else to me… “Okay, Lester. Thank you for the compliments.” She fought to keep a steady voice as she glanced at her bedroom door. “I’d like to get dressed now. Okay? You’ve had your look. Okay?” A tear rolled down her nose and dripped onto the carpet. Fuck Toy… She looked down at the robe, bunched around her bare feet. “Just let me get dressed… okay? I let you look at me like you wanted… now I’m cold. I need to put my clothes on. Okay?” Please let me go!

Lester massaged her bare legs and moved his hands up her inner thighs as he stared at her firm butt. “Nope. I don’t want you to get dressed just yet, honey. You’ve got such an adorable body. Why do you want to cover it up? Why does a body like this need clothes?”, he asked as he drank in her lovely form. “I think pretty little girls like you should be nude all the time… it should be the law… the world would be a better place if all the young ladies were naked…”, he chuckled.

Aubree crossed her arms over her bare breasts and shivered. “Please, Lester. I’m cold…” I’m nude… I don’t even know you… this is embarrassing… She choked back a sob. “Please let me go to my room. Okay?” Please…

Lester nodded. “Okay.”, he suddenly agreed. “Let’s go to your room.” He stood up and grabbed her hand.

Aubree froze. She sucked in a deep breath. “I… I…”

Lester squeezed her hand. “Come on, Aubree.” He patted her bare bottom. “Let’s go to your room.” He eased her forward with a large hand on the small of her back. “Show me your bed, honey.”

“No… I mean… I want to get dressed… I…”, Aubree stammered.

Lester guided the nude girl towards the hallway. “Stop your mumbling, Aubree. Be a big girl. Get along now.”, he said as he pushed her into the bedroom.

Aubree wanted to pull away. She wanted to run. However, she went totally numb as Lester guided her into the bedroom. What’s happening? I’ve got to stop him from doing this… I…Dolphins… Aubree’s mind went blank.

Lester paused in the doorway as he eased the nude girl forward. “Lay down, beautiful. I want to see what you look like on the bed.” He motioned at her. “Go on now… lay down… I want to look at you on the bed… I’ve been imagining you on your bed… all nice and naked… lay down now, Aubree. Let Uncle Lester get a proper look at you.”, he commanded.

Aubree’s heart raced as she sat on the edge of the bed. She folded her hands in her lap and stared down at her bare toes. She tried to clear her head. “Look… Lester… I let you see me… like you wanted… now I want to get dressed… I’m cold and…”

Lester shook his head. “Shut up.” He took a step forward causing Aubree to shrink back. He pointed at her. “I said lay down. NOW LAY DOWN!”, he shouted.

Aubree’s heart jumped. He had not yelled at her until now. Fear welled up inside her. She quickly pushed herself completely onto the bed and eased herself onto an elbow. “Okay… it’s okay…”, she said timidly. Don’t hurt me… I’m a good girl…

Lester’s face flushed. “No, Aubree! I said lay down! On your back! Flat on your back! Feet towards me!”, he snapped.

Aubree sank to her back on the mattress. She folded her arms over her breasts and stared up at the ceiling. I’m freezing… She looked at the vent above her bed. The cold draft from the air conditioner made goose bumps rise across her flesh. Freezing…

Lester smiled. “That’s better. You look pretty, Aubree.” He walked over and looked down at her. “You have such an adorable body. Curves in all the right places… If I had to think up a pretty girl, you would be the girl…” He grabbed her ankles. “Open your legs, sugar. Let Uncle Lester see what you’ve got.” He slowly pushed her legs apart and stared down at her exposed labia. “Very nice… you have a plump pussy… looks soft…”, he whispered.

Aubree closed her eyes. Got to get away… Why did I open the door?? She squeezed her elbows and pulled her arms tightly over her breasts. Leave me alone… She swallowed hard and fought back the urge to cry.

Lester knelt down and took off his cap. “Now you just relax, little honey. I’m gonna get me a taste of that eighteen year old pussy now.” He leaned forward and placed the tip of his tongue on the top of her exposed labia. He traced her slit all the way down and pressed his fingers against her pussy lips, easing them apart to reveal the young girl’s clitoris. “There we go, little girl… there we go…”, he cooed as he leaned forward and touched her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Aubree winced and looked away as Lester’s tongue played across her exposed sex. Disgusting… gross… She slowly sat up and tried to push him away. “Please… stop… This isn’t right. ” She pushed on his shoulders. “Please stop. I don’t like this…”, she winced.

Lester looked up at her. His face became harsh. “I was trying to do something for you, honey…. I wanted to make you feel good… I only want to make you happy…” His eyes darkened. “I guess you don’t appreciate me none too much…”, he muttered under his breath. He stood up and looked down at her with his hands on his hips.

Aubree sat up quickly. I’ve got to think! He’s a stupid hillbilly… I can play him… She forced a smile. “No, Lester. I do appreciate you but I think we’re rushing things. Do you know what I mean?” She held one hand over her privates. “Normally, a girl goes on a few dates before the physical stuff… you know?”, she asked quietly. A warm tear rolled down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away.

Lester stared at her blankly for a moment. “Yep. I think I hear you just fine…”, he said. “I understand. I guess I’m rushing our love… I guess I like you so much that I couldn’t contain myself, honey babe.” He shook his head and looked down at her. “It’s just hard to control myself when you’re all naked and stuff…”

Aubree nodded quickly in agreement. “That’s right, Lester. It’s hard to control. So, why don’t you let me get dressed? Then, we can talk and get to know one another. Okay?” She stood up quickly and looked over at her closet. I’m freezing… She forced herself to smile. “I forgive you, Lester. I’m going to get dressed now and then we can talk. Okay?”

Lester was slack jawed as he watched Aubree walk towards the closet. Suddenly, his glazed eyes cleared. “Wait a minute, babe. Winston said he left some clothes for you to wear tonight. They’re under the bed.” He knelt down and lifted the bed skirt peering underneath the mattress. “Here we go…”

Aubree’s heart sank. Oh no… what clothes???

Lester removed a box from underneath the bed. “Here… just like Winston said…” He smiled broadly as he placed the box on the bed.

Aubree shivered. She turned towards her closet and pulled the door open. “Okay, Lester. Let me throw some clothes on and then we’ll look at what Winston left for me. Okay? You said he’s not expecting us until eight o’clock. Right?” Without waiting for his answer, Aubree grabbed a pair of jeans from the closet. Got to get dressed… fast…

Lester didn’t seem to hear her as he opened the box. He pulled out a black leather halter top vest and a pair of daisy duke blue jean shorts. “Wow…” He held the halter top up. “Look here… look what Winston left for you, sweetie…”, he exclaimed. He turned toward her and frowned. “Why are you putting on jeans? Winston wants you to wear this stuff…”, he said.

Aubree had the jeans around her ankles and was struggling to pull them up. “We’ll look at that stuff in a second, Lester, Just give me a minute.” She started to pull the jeans up. Pervert… freak…

Lester took a quick step forward and grabbed Aubree’s bare arm. “Now you just wait a minute, honey. Take them jeans back off… I didn’t say you could get dressed.”, he barked.

Aubree tried to pull the jeans up but, Lester slapped her hands away. “Take them jeans off… what are you doing, Aubree?”, he asked.

Aubree froze. “Lester… I thought you understood… I’m cold… I want to…”

Lester squeezed her arm. “Now, you step right back out of those damned jeans, Aubree. I won’t take no for an answer. Winston was very specific about what you’re gonna wear tonight….” He pulled her backwards, placing his foot on the jeans. “Get them off…”

Aubree staggered backwards and looked down at the crumpled jeans on the floor. “Lester… please… I’m cold… I…”

Lester shook his head. “Winston was very specific about what you’re going to wear tonight, honey. There ain’t no if’s ands or maybes about it…” He stared hard at the nude girl. “Besides…” His eyes roamed over Aubree’s nude body. “You and I are gonna lay down on the bed for a little while…”, he whispered. “I want to show you how I feel…”

Aubree crossed her hands over her breasts. She looked down at the jeans on the floor. A chill ran over her naked body. “But, Lester… I thought you understood. We can’t rush things. We should get to know each other.”, she said weakly. Dolphins… swimming in the deep blue sea… free…

Lester grinned. “That’s right, sweetie. We do need to get to know each other… and that’s exactly what’s we’re gonna do…” He slowly unfastened his trousers. “Now, you just lay down on the bed, Aubree. On your back. We’re gonna get to know each other real good…”

Aubree stood by the closet staring at the floor. She held a hand over her mouth. She could see Lester undressing out of her peripheral vision.  He’s going to make me have sex… I’m Fuck Toy…

Lester pulled his underwear down and kicked them aside. He was fully erect and precum dribbled from the head of his penis as he stared at the naked girl. He sat down on the mattress and stroked his cock. “Come over here, Aubree. Let’s get to know each other.”, he smiled.

Aubree hesitated for a moment before turning towards the bed. She reluctantly stepped towards Lester. She could feel his eyes burning into her exposed body. I’m just a whore now. Nothing more… Aubree the fuck toy…

Lester’s lip twitched as he watched the nude teenager slowly walk towards him. “That’s it, Aubree… come to Uncle Lester…” He stared at her large breasts as they swayed provocatively with each step. “Come over here, girl…” He smiled broadly as Aubree stopped in front of him, inches away. He reached up and grasped her full breasts, squeezing her nipples lustfully. “You’re perfect, Aubree… what beautiful tits you have…”, he whispered. “Now… kneel down, honey babe… I want to feel your mouth on my cock…” He closed his eyes as he pushed the girl down in front of himself.

Aubree knelt between the disgusting man’s fat thighs. She watched as he squeezed his testicles with one hand while stroking himself with the other. He’s a sick pervert… like all men… sick perverts… She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye.

Lester placed a hand behind her head and eased her forward. “Now, Aubree… let’s get to know each other better…” He guided her towards his stiff penis. “Open those pretty lips now. That mouth of yours is good for more than complaining…”, he commanded.

Aubree trembled as she leaned forward. She closed her eyes and slowly parted her lips. Fuck Toy… my lips are cock cushions… like Winston says…

Suddenly, a muffled cell phone rang. Lester paused and looked down at his crumpled clothing. “Shit.” He pushed Aubree away and leaned forward grabbing his trousers. “Son of a bitch…” He pulled his cell phone out.

“Hello?” He frowned. “Yeah… yeah… no… I’m already here. I’m with her now….” He glanced down at Aubree. His eyes moved over her trembling body. “Nope… that’s right… I’m here now… she’s with me…”, he said timidly.

Aubree quickly stood up and backed away. She crossed her arms over herself. Her heart raced. Oh my god…

Lester nodded. “She’s good. Almost ready… I found the clothes… just like you said… under her bed…” He glanced down at the box on the bed. “Of course not, man! I wouldn’t pull that shit on you… I know the rules.” He knelt down in front of his clothes. “Count on that. We’ll be on time… Thanks, man… I…” He suddenly looked down as the phone went dead. “Holy shit.”

Lester looked up at the nude teenager as the blood drained from his face. His eyes narrowed. “You’re gonna get me in trouble, you little vixen!”, he exclaimed.

Aubree backed away. “What?” Her heart pounded. Dolphins…

Lester started pulling on his clothes. “You heard me.”, he said with a glare. “You’re trying to tempt me.” He quickly got dressed as Aubree cowered in the corner. He wagged his finger at her. “You’re just a little temptress… I should have listened to Winston! He told me what a little slut you are.” He finished pulling on his pants and stepped towards her. “Now, let’s get you dressed.”, he said as he buttoned his shirt. “Vixen. Little whore.” He shoved the cell phone into his pocket.

Aubree felt confused. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about… you said you wanted…”, she stammered.

Lester slapped her across the face. She staggered backwards and fell to her knees. Holding a hand over her cheek, she stared up at Lester pathetically. Why is he hitting me? She bit her bottom lip. Goosebumps rose over her bare skin.

Lester grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. “I was wrong about you. You’re just a little whore… like Winston said… he warned me… He said you were a little slut.” He curled his hand in her hair and yanked her towards the bed. “Get over here, tramp.” He jerked her towards the bed.

Aubree grabbed Lester’s hand and tried to free her hair. “Ouch! Please stop!”, she squealed. “You’re hurting me!”

Lester shoved her forward. “Get over there, tramp. You little slut. You act like a little Barbie doll. Tempting men. Just like Winston said. Well, it’s time to get little Barbie doll dressed in her evening wear.” Aubree fell across the bed. Lester smacked her bare butt with his open palm. “Little slut. Little temptress.”, he growled.

Aubree pushed herself up from the mattress and scooted backwards on her elbows, glancing up at Lester fearfully. “What’s wrong? Why are you mad? I thought you liked me… I thought…” Her heart pounded. Oh … my… gawd!!!

Lester shook his head. “That’s the problem… You think too much… always plotting… trying to trap men in your net… jiggling your big tits… a little vixen! Just like Winston told me…” He reached down, grabbing the box and dumping the remaining contents onto the bed. A pair of six inch heels and thong panties fell onto the mattress alongside the halter top vest and jean shorts. He gave Aubree a hard look. “Here’s Barbie’s outfit for the evening.”, he smirked. “Let’s get you all prettied up for Ken.”, he said with a hateful laugh.

Aubree shivered. She held one hand over her pubis and the other arm crossed over her bare breasts. She winced as Lester clapped his hands impatiently.

“Come on, Barbie! Get into your evening wear! Ken’s waiting! ”, Lester pointed at the clothes. “Get them clothes on… NOW!”, he shouted. His face was pale and sweat glistened on his forehead.

Aubree looked up at him through narrowed eyelids. He’s insane… Out of his mind… That was Winston that called… Lester is in trouble with Winston… he’s loosing it… She slowly eased herself towards the pile of clothes. She glanced back at Lester. “These clothes aren’t decent. I can’t wear these outside. I’m not a whore…”

Anger washed across Lester’s face. The veins on his temples pulsed. “YOU’LL WEAR EXACTLY WHAT I SAY YOU’LL WEAR, TRAMP!”, he screamed at her. “NOW, GET DRESSED! HURRY UP!” He stared hard at her. “Hurry up.”, he whispered through clenched teeth.

Aubree shrank away from him. Glancing down at the pile of clothing, she picked up the thong panties between two fingers. “These are way too small…”, she said weakly. 

Lester growled. His eyes burned into her. “Put em on... Now.”, he hissed.

Aubree’s heart pounded as she hurriedly pulled on the tiny thong panties. She glanced over at Lester and frowned as he pointed.

She quickly picked up the jean shorts. These are ridiculous… She pulled them on quickly, forcing them over her thighs. She had to suck in her stomach to pull up the zipper. The shorts were skin tight. She could barely fasten the top button. She looked up at Lester. “I don’t think these clothes are the right size…”

Lester snapped his fingers. “Get them on. Hurry up.”, he said quickly. His eyes darted around the room like a trapped animal. He glanced down at his watch. “Hurry up.”

Aubree rapidly pulled the leather halter vest over her shoulders. She zipped up the front. The zipper only came to the middle of her cleavage, leaving the tops of her ample mounds bare. The vest was small, leaving her tummy on full display.

Lester nodded at her. “Now the heels. Get them on, tramp. Hurry up.”, he motioned at the shoes.

Aubree hated heels. She never wore them. She slowly pulled the six inch heels over her feet. I can’t walk in these… She fastened the straps reluctantly.

Lester smiled down at her. His eyes were cold. “That’s good, Barbie doll. It’s time to go see Ken…” He grabbed her elbow, pulling her up. “Let’s go.”

Aubree allowed him to lead her across the living room towards the front door. She felt ashamed and embarrassed as he opened the door and pushed her outside. I need my purse and keys… She whimpered quietly as Lester shoved her onto the porch. He turned towards her and smiled. “Let’s go, Barbie doll.”, he said as he closed the door and guided her towards the stairs. Her pulse quickened. My apartment isn’t locked! She started to speak but an evil look from Lester silenced her. He forced her down the staircase towards the parking lot.

The evening air was hot. Crickets chirped from the trees across the parking lot. Aubree struggled to keep her balance in the high heels as Lester guided her across the pavement. I’m not decent… I can’t be in public this way… She looked down at her clothing as Lester pulled her towards his car. The leather halter top was tight. Her cleavage was clearly visible. Her tummy was exposed from four inches above her navel all the way down to the top of the tight jean shorts. The shorts rode low on her hips and high on her thighs. In the high heels, she looked like a stripper. I’m no better than a stripper… I’m even worse… I’m a fuck toy… A teardrop rolled down her cheek as Lester pushed her into his sedan. She stumbled on the high heels. As Lester closed the car door, her eyes raced across the apartments. I hope nobody saw me like this… I’m not a slut… I’m Aubree! I’m Aubree Sidney! From Reed! Not a slut…

Tears trickled slowly down her cheeks as Lester pulled the car away. I’m Aubree! Not Fuck Toy! She glanced anxiously back at her apartment building. The door isn’t locked… someone could get in… She shot a quick glance at Lester. He’s crazy… Oh my god… dolphins… She shook violently as Lester gunned the gas. The car raced away into the dim light of dusk.

Chapter 36: Liquor in the Front. Poker in the Rear:

Aubree looked over at Lester as he pulled the blue sedan into the parking lot in front of a large nondescript warehouse. The sun was setting and shadows fell across his face. His eyes were shadowed. She shivered. “Look, Lester… just take me home… okay? You don’t have to do what Winston says… He’s a bad person… evil…” She crossed her arms over her bare tummy and fumbled with the zipper on the halter top. “Please take me home.”, she pleaded. Please!

Lester turned off the ignition and opened the door. “Not a chance, Barbie doll.”, he said quickly as he stepped out of the car. “Not a chance.” He slammed the door shut and walked around to the passenger side, pulling Aubree from the car. “Come on, Barbie… let’s go…”

Aubree allowed him to pull her towards the large warehouse. She glanced up at him, timidly. “Where are you taking me?” The question was frank and totally honest. Aubree had no idea where they were. Her high heels clicked loudly on the asphalt. She struggled to maintain her balance. I hate high heels… they’re for sluts and strippers… She frowned and her eyebrows creased… I’m a slut now… She bit her bottom lip, forcing back new tears.

Lester’s mouth twitched. He quickly looked away. “Poker night, girl. Like I said… Poker night…” He said. “Come on… Barbie…”

Lester stopped in front of a blank grey door and rang the bell. A moment later a buzzer sounded and Lester pulled the door open. “Let’s go.”, he said as he pushed Aubree into the warehouse.

As they entered the cavernous warehouse, Aubree’s eyes adjusted to the dim light. It’s dark in here… Her heels clicked on the dusty concrete floor as Lester pulled her into the darkness. The sound of their footsteps echoed off the high ceilings and walls. This place is huge… She looked nervously over at Lester as he guided her between the rows of metal shelves which lined the floor. Where are we??? She swallowed hard and almost felt thankful Lester was with her. This place is old and scary… The smell of musty boxes and decaying paper mixed with the faint smell of gasoline and grease. The overall feeling of the place was dark and decaying. Aubree ran her palms over her arms. It’s cold…

Lester pulled her down an aisle of shelves. “Come on, Barbie. We’re almost there…”, he said with a mocking venom which made her heart skip a beat. “Keep moving.”

Aubree could see a light ahead through the darkness of the vast warehouse. She heard rough laughter and the sound of beer bottles. She began to detect the smell of cigarette smoke. Winston… Her heart sank. Poker night…

A voice called out from the dim light ahead. “Lester? Is that you, old man?”

Lester cleared his throat. “Yeah. It’s me…. I’ve got the chick with me…”

Suddenly, Winston’s silhouette appeared at the end of the aisle. The flash of a lighter briefly revealed his face. “Well… well… and here they are…”, he said as he exhaled smoke into the dank air. “And, only twenty minutes late! That’s got to be a record for you, Les.”, he commented in a deadpan voice.

Lester shrugged and shoved Aubree towards Winston. “Sorry, man. She took awhile to get changed into her clothes. She said they didn’t fit.”, he laughed nervously.

Aubree stumbled into Winston’s arms. He grabbed her face with both hands and lifted her head up so that their eyes met. The cigarette hung from his lip. Ashes trickled down his shirt as he stared at her. “Have you been difficult, little girl?”, he asked quietly.

Aubree tensed. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract. “No, sir.”, she whispered. I’m not difficult… I just don’t like these clothes… Besides… Lester tried to have sex with me… he wanted me to put his thing in my mouth… I didn’t want to and… Her mouth moved without forming words. She stared up at Winston. I’m Aubree… pleased to meet you… not Fuck Toy… She quickly looked away from his piercing gaze.

Winston smiled and took a long drag on his smoke. The tip of his cigarette crackled and bright orange cherries dripped from the end. Smoke enveloped his face in a bluish cloud. He squeezed her face between his large palms. “Have you been difficult, little girl?”, he repeated.

Aubree stared into the darkness, avoiding his sharp gaze. “No, sir. I haven’t been difficult…” It’s just that I don’t like high heels and… these clothes are way too small and…

Winston cupped a hand under her chin and squeezed her mouth open. He lifted the cigarette over her lips. “Have you been difficult, little girl.”, he asked again. His finger twitched.

Aubree stared up at the cherry hanging from the end of his smoke. The ash was long. She closed her eyes. I’m Aubree. Pleased to meet you… I’m from Reed… I don’t know any Fuck Toy… Dolphins…

Winston flipped the ash into her mouth. He smiled as the young girl gagged on the cigarette ashes. He pushed her backwards and watched her sink to one knee, retching. A long strand of drool dripped from her mouth. She held a hand over her bare stomach. Winston’s eyes traveled over her skimpy attire. He laughed. “Nice outfit, Fuck Toy. Looks good on you… does your body justice…” He took another long drag on his smoke and glanced over his shoulder.

Aubree fell forward with one hand on the floor and the other over her tummy. She tried to speak but gagged instead. She watched the drool dripping from her mouth. A puddle of spit was forming on the floor beneath her. She gagged again. She tried to stand up but slipped on the high heels. She fell forward, on all fours. He flipped ashes in my mouth. Sickening… She coughed and tried to clear her throat.

“Get up, Fuck Toy.” Winston’s statement was clear and straightforward. He looked down at her with unconcealed contempt. “Get up. Stop being a lazy girl.”, he said with impatience. “All you ever want to do is lay around.”

Lester laughed suddenly. “Take it easy, man. She’s here. We’re cool. Maybe little Aubree is nervous or something…” He looked over at Winston. “You know? She’s never been to poker night or anything… maybe she’s just a little nervous…”, he chuckled.

Winston nodded. He smiled as he took a step towards Lester. “Maybe you’re right, old man… maybe.” He blew cigarette smoke over his head. “Then again, maybe not.” He backhanded Lester across the face, staggering him. “You fucked her didn’t you, old man? You fucked her against my explicit orders!”, he said loudly.

Lester held his arms up defensively. Blood trickled down his chin. “Nope! I didn’t touch her!”, he said quickly. He looked down at the gagging girl. He pointed at her. “She tempted me though. Just like you said she would… it was just like you said… she shook her ass and … and… tempted me… but, I didn’t do nothing.”, he said fearfully.

Winston nodded slowly. He stared back and forth from Lester to Aubree. A half smile formed on his lips. He looked directly into Lester’s eyes. “I was just kidding, old man. You need to learn how to take a joke.” He threw his cigarette on the ground and crushed it out with his heel. “Just a joke, old man.”, he repeated. “Have a seat.” He motioned at the table behind him, smiling.

Lester stumbled over to the table and sat down.

Aubree looked up timidly. Winston stood a few steps away, staring down at her. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and looked past him. A round card table was set up underneath a bright fluorescent light in an open area. Three men sat at the table. Lester sat, massaging his bleeding lip. A grey haired black man who appeared to be in his mid-fifties sat with his elbows on the table and a large cigar hanging from his lip. The third man looked to be in his early twenties. He had shaggy, disheveled hair and multiple tattoos on his arms. He wore a blue work shirt with a name patch on the front. He held a bottle of beer to his lips and winked at her.

Aubree slowly rose to her feet. She crossed her arms over her bare midriff and looked nervously at Winston. Those men are looking at me… I look like a whore… the young guy is cute… Her mind raced. I hate Winston.

Winston lit another smoke. He waved his hand at the table. “Welcome to poker night, Fuck Toy. Perhaps, you should get to know the players… since, you’re the evening’s prize.”

Aubree bit her bottom lip. I’m not here… this isn’t real… I’m no prize for anyone… dolphins in the ocean swimming free…

Winston grabbed her elbow, pulling her towards the card table. “You know Lester, little girl. For the rest of the night, we’ll call him Lester the Molester. By the way, I think old Les here is kinda sweet on you, honey.”, Winston laughed. Lester scowled and quickly looked away.

Winston turned towards the black man. “This is Roy. He’s got a really big cock and likes to use it. Don’t tell his wife though.” Roy nodded and held a large finger over his lips. “Shhhh.” He rolled the cigar between his thumb and forefinger.

“And this…”, Winston motioned at the young man, “is Brad. He works here and has graciously allowed us to use the warehouse facilities after hours. He likes little girls like you. He has interesting ways of… shall we say, enjoying little whores.”, Winston said with a wink. Brad gave Aubree a wink and a flick of the tongue.

The men drank in Aubree from head to toe with unconcealed lust in their eyes. She looked down timidly at her tight halter vest and tiny shorts. I’ve become a whore… doing whatever my pimp says… she folded her arms over her bare tummy and crossed her legs. She shivered as she stared down at the high heels. I don’t like this… She took a step back. Glancing over her shoulder, she looked at the darkness of the vast warehouse surrounding them. “Where are we?”, she asked meekly.

Winston ignored her as he pulled up a chair at the table. He reached for a deck of cards. “Okay, gentlemen. The evening’s ante is $20.00 per hand to start. The first round will be Mexican Sweat. He shuffled the deck.

Aubree stumbled on her high heels and struggled to regain her balance. The sound of the heels echoed off the high ceiling.

The men at the table turned to look at her. Winston let out an exasperated sigh. “Well, gentlemen. I see our little waitress can’t seem to stay still.” He blew a smoke ring into the dank air. “He pointed at a large cooler sitting in the corner. “Get us a round of beers, Fuck Toy.”

Aubree sucked in a breath. She looked down at her shoes. Fuck you! I’m not your servant! She slowly walked towards the beer cooler. “Okay.”, she said quietly. She pulled open the lid and looked down at the iced bottles. The cooler was packed with beer and liquor. “What kind of beers do you want?”, she said weakly.

The men at the table laughed. Winston dealt the cards. “Beer, you stupid little fuck. If we want liquor, we’ll let you know.”

Aubree blushed. She pulled four bottles from the cooler. She heard Winston dealing the cards behind her and felt the men’s eyes on her bottom as she bent over. The young man named Brad whistled at her. I hate him… She stood up and turned towards the table, placing a bottle in front of each leering man.

Winston looked up at her. “Well?”

Aubree stared at him with questioning eyes. I hate you. Pervert.

Winston frowned. “Open the god damned bottles, idiot girl.”, he hissed.

Aubree quickly grabbed each bottle, twisting off the lids. She saw the black man, Roy, looking down the front of her vest as she leaned over. He sucked deeply on his cigar and exhaled smoke from the side of his mouth. His eyes never left her chest. “She’s a real looker, Winston. A real fine piece of meat.”, he said in a deep voice.

Winston nodded as he stared down at his cards. “Yep. She ain’t too bad.” He threw a twenty on the table. “I raise.”, he stated.

The men each cast in their money. Roy looked over at Aubree as she backed away. He picked up his fresh bottle of beer and took a swallow. “Yes, sir. That’s one fine snow angel.” He chewed on the cigar.

Winston shrugged. “She isn’t bad. Squirms a little bit when she’s taking it in the ass…”

The men laughed. Brad reached over and placed a hand on Aubree’s bare thigh. “How old is she, man?”, he asked.

Aubree backed away, out of his reach. Stop talking about me like I’m not here…

Winston examined his cards. “Eighteen… with the mentality of a ten year old… very nice body but dumb as a box of rocks.”, he stated evenly.

Aubree crossed her arms over her bare tummy and looked away. I’m not some piece of meat… I’m Aubree! From Reed! I’m not dumb! I’m in college! 

Winston glanced over at her. “Take those god damned heels off, girl. Stop stumbling around like an idiot. You have no balance. And, get the shorts off too. I think we would all like to have a good look at that tight ass of yours, Fuck Toy.”, he demanded. “You can’t seem to do anything correctly so it seems your tight little body is your only redeeming factor…”

Aubree didn’t resist. I’m Fuck Toy… She quickly unlaced the heels and pulled them off, casting them aside. “Okay.”, she said. She took a step back and folded her arms over her jean shorts. Her bare feet felt cold.

Winston grinned at her. “The shorts.” He pointed. “Take them off.”, he said quietly.

Aubree felt a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. Her heart raced with anxiety. She caught a glimpse of Brad flicking his tongue. I hate you. She looked away as her fingers fumbled with the tight buttons on the shorts. Fuck Toy. Ready to be inspected… She lowered the zipper and pushed the shorts down her bare legs, stepping out of them. She stood up, facing the men around the table wearing only her tiny panties and a tight leather vest which did nothing to cover her stomach. Goosebumps rose across her exposed flesh. She looked down at her bare feet. I hate you all…. Anger swelled inside her. She suddenly stared up at the men with a look of defiance. “I’m not Fuck Toy! I’m Aubree!”, she said loudly.

The men around the table paused. The silence was deafening. Then, everyone laughed. Winston threw his cards on the table and stood up. “Well, gentlemen. She’s Aubree. Excuse me… Not Fuck Toy”, he said as he stepped towards her with a mocking grin.

Aubree backed away and tried to pull her small vest down. I’m Aubree! At least use my real name! Asshole! She watched as Winston approached her. I’m Aubree… I’m Aubree… I’m… Her mind went blank with fear as she looked into his eyes.

Winston stood with his hands on his hips, staring down at her. “What was that?”, he questioned.

Aubree swallowed. “I’m Aubree. I don’t like Fuck Toy. That’s not my name.”, she said as she tried to muster strength.

Winston nodded slowly… “Not Fuck Toy, heh?”, he asked quietly.

Aubree shook her head. She looked down at her bare toes. “I’m Aubree. That’s my name.” Use it.

Winston smiled. “Okay, Aubree.”, he said with unconcealed contempt. “Take your panties off. You’ve been a bad girl. Take them right off and hand them to me. You know what bad little girls get…”, he said flatly with a snap of his fingers.

Aubree shot a quick look over her shoulder. She closed her eyes and swallowed. I’ve had enough of this abuse… “No. My panties are staying on.”, she said in a matter of fact tone. Screw you! Her eyelids narrowed as she glared up at Winston with a defiant look.

Winston picked up his beer and took a long gulp. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spit. He smiled slightly as the other men chuckled at the table. “So… your name is Aubree and your panties are staying on… Is that what you just said to me, you little cunt?”, he said evenly.

Aubree’s heart jumped. Her eyes rushed over the dark warehouse. “Yes. You heard me.”, she said, trying to sound strong. “I’m leaving.”, she stated as she turned away. Up yours, asshole! She took a small step towards the dark aisle leading away from the card table. You don’t own me. Nothing you have matters now. You’ve played all your cards. You can’t hurt me anymore. I’m leaving. She hurried away from the table and towards the darkness of the warehouse aisle. Try to stop me, asshole! I’ll tear your eyes out!

Winston laughed as Aubree vanished into the darkness… he took out a fresh cigarette. “Well. Here we go again.”, he said under his breath. “If there’s one thing Aubree is, it’s a runner.”, he said calmly.

The men at the table shifted uncomfortably and looked up at him.

Brad spoke up. “You’re going to let her talk to you like that, man?”, he asked incredulously. “And then, just take off?” He shook his head.

Roy chewed on his cigar. “That’s one mouthy little bitch, Winston.”, he said around his cigar. “I wouldn’t take that shit from her…” He picked up his beer bottle and shrugged. “That’s bullshit.”

Winston lit his fresh smoke. He listened as Aubree’s bare feet padded away into the darkness. He smiled at the men seated around the card table. “This warehouse is locked up tighter than the federal reserve. She isn’t getting away. I was actually waiting for this… you see… Aubree likes to play chase. She likes to run away… makes her think she’s in control. She isn’t… but…”, he paused. “Let’s let her think she’s getting away….”, he spat on the floor and flicked a hot ash. “Let’s let her run away. Then… the hunt shall begin.”, he said quietly.

The men laughed. Their laughter increased as they realized what Winston was proposing. 

Brad lifted his beer in a toast. “To Winston. Master of unruly hot bitches!”, he said loudly.

All three men lifted their beer bottles in a toast. “To Winston!”, Brad repeated.

Lester sat his beer back down and scratched his chin as the others laughed. He looked away into the darkness. Winston is evil… Aubree is a good girl. He frowned. A good girl…

Winston took a seat. He listened as Aubree’s whimpering became more and more distant. Run you little bitch… run! He flicked an ash. He gathered the cards and shuffled the deck absent mindedly. He glanced back up, allowing his gaze to travel over each of the three men seated before him. The sound of Aubree’s retreat into the darkness had faded away. He shuffled the cards. Try and hide, little girl. Give it your best shot.

“Well, gentleman… it seems our little Fuck Toy has decided to run away… it seems to be a habit for her. A routine.”, Winston smiled. He looked down at the deck of cards in his hand. “Here’s the deal…”, Winston said with a long pause.

The men leaned forward, attentive to anything Winston might say. Lester reached into his front pocket and withdrew a pouch of chewing tobacco.

Winston sat back and crossed his hands behind his head. “As I stated, this warehouse is secure. Aubree won’t be leaving. So, the hunt shall begin.”, he smiled. “Each of you will have the opportunity to catch her… However…”, he paused for effect. “It will cost you to enter the hunt. Five hundred dollars each… if you want to join the hunt, that is…”, he said.

Brad looked down. “That’s a shit load of money, Winston. What do I get if I catch her?”, he asked.

Roy nodded in agreement as he pinched out his cigar. “A lot of cash. Five hundred bucks don’t come easy, my man. I second the kid’s question. What does the winner get?”, he asked.

Winston grunted and gave a shrug. “Anything you want, gentlemen. Enjoy her in whatever way you please… The first one to catch her, owns her for an hour. She’s all yours… do with her whatever you wish… just pay up front. Then… enjoy the game.”, he stated calmly. I’m making my money one way or another... Fuck you Black…

All three men reached for their wallets. Winston watched as they cast their money onto the table. He took his time collecting the cash. He counted it slowly with a half smile. His cigarette hung from the bottom of his lip.

Satisfied that everyone had paid their full five hundred dollars, he stood up and blew a smoke ring into the fluorescent light. The men shifted impatiently in their chairs as Winston walked over to a dark corner and pulled out a duffle bag. Unzipping the top, he removed three flashlights and three sets of handcuffs. He handed each man a pair. “Well, gentlemen. The name of the game is Hunt the Cunt. The rules are simple. This warehouse is well over 50,000 square feet. And, our little fuck doll could be hiding anywhere. There are two exits on the east and west ends of the building. As you know, the doors are locked and can only be opened via keypad code or from the main office, which I will be monitoring. He nodded at the building office to his right. The first man to catch Aubree will own her for an hour and will be allowed to enjoy her sexually. However, the girl is not to be injured. No bruises or permanent marks…”

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing sound in the distance. It sounded as if several boxes had fallen over. Winston grinned. “By the way, little Fuck Toy tends to be a wee bit clumsy at times.”, he smiled. 

“Why don’t we just turn on the lights? Wouldn’t it be easier to find the bitch?”, Roy asked as he looked down at his flashlight.

Winston chuckled. “What’s the fun in that? Besides, if we turn on the fucking lights after hours it just may attract unwanted attention. Brad here was nice enough to let us have our game here tonight. We don’t want to get him fired.”

Brad nodded in agreement. “Damn right. Besides, the darker the better.”, he said as he stood up.

Roy chuckled. “That’s what the little slut will be saying by the end of the night, kid.”, he said with a sly grin.

Winston laughed. “Well gentlemen. Let the hunt begin!”, he said dramatically with a wave of his hand. “Good luck.”

He watched as Roy and Brad headed down different aisles, the beams of their flashlights leading the way. He repressed a another laugh as Brad gave a catcall. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty…”, Brad’s voice echoed into the darkness. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty…”

Lester slowly flipped on his flashlight and stood up. He looked over at Winston. “Look, man. Don’t you think we’ve abused the girl enough? I mean… she’s … well…”

Winston walked over and placed his hand on Lester’s shoulder. “She’s what, old man?”, he asked with a frown.

Lester cheeks looked flushed. “I don’t know, Winston… It’s just that she reminds me of someone… you know what I mean?… I…”

Winston stared down at Lester with a stone face. “Reminds you of whom, old man? That slutty little granddaughter of your’s? Maybe she’ll be my next project…”

Lester recoiled. “You don’t touch her. Leave her out of this. Leave Emily out of this.”

Winston laughed. “You have no sense of humor anymore, Lester. What’s gotten into you lately?” He grinned but his eyes darkened. “I think you’re really getting sweet on Aubree. Aren’t you, old man?”

Lester flipped off the flashlight. “Aubree’s a good girl.” He suddenly looked up at Winston. “Why don’t you sell her to me, man? Screw Black. I’ll buy Aubree. Right here. Right now. Name your price.” The words rushed from his mouth.

Winston closed his eyes. The blood pulsed in the veins of his forehead. His fists clenched as rage swelled in his chest. He bit his tongue and looked down at Lester. “Stupid old man… you fool… how long have we played with these little tramps? How many little whores have we gone through together? And now, you go insane over this one little vixen?”, he asked quietly.

Lester stepped back. “She’s different. This one’s different…”, he said with a trembling voice.

Winston slowly pulled out a cigarette. “You know the club rules, Lester. I’m already crossways with Black as it is… and now this from you?” He lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply. “You disappoint me. I don’t need this from you right now…”

Lester took out his wallet. “Just name the price, Winston. Give the girl to me.”

Both men paused as Brad’s voice came from the distance. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty… come to daddy…” His voice echoed through the warehouse.

“We’ve got to stop them.”, Lester suddenly stated as he flipped on the flashlight and turned away. “They’ll hurt her…” He took a step towards the darkness.

Winston picked up a beer bottle and brought it down on Lester’s head, staggering him. The flashlight clattered onto the concrete floor as Lester fell numbly to his knees. Winston quickly walked around and stood glaring down at the stricken man. “You stupid old fool.” He backhanded Lester, knocking him to his back on the floor. He bent forward and grabbed Lester’s ears, pulling his face up towards his. “You stupid, stupid, pathetic old man…” he gave Lester a hard kick to the stomach and jerked him to his feet.

Lester stood on wobbly knees as Winston held him up by the ears. He tried to clear his head but he was seeing double. “Pl… please…”, he begged. Blood bubbled from his lips.

Winston stared into Lester’s glazed eyes. “You’ve stepped over the line, old man.”, he hissed. “Your behavior has become unacceptable.” He kneed him in the groin. “Totally unacceptable and dangerous.” He quickly threw Lester into a headlock under his arm and pulled him across the floor. “Time for you to go home, old man…”

Winston pulled Lester down the dark warehouse aisle until they reached the exit. He quickly punched in the code and kicked the door opened. “Get out! And go sleep off your stupidity, you ignorant mother fucker!”, he shouted as he threw Lester into the parking lot.

Before he closed the warehouse door, Winston pointed down at the prone man. “Go home. Go home and sleep it off. Think about what a fool you’ve become. And, if I hear even a whisper of you starting anymore trouble…” His eyes darkened. “No more from you, old man. No more… ever…” He slammed the door, leaving Lester moaning on the pavement.

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Aubree ran quickly down the dark warehouse aisle. The concrete was cold on her bare feet. She rounded a corner and stopped suddenly. A long, wide aisle led away into the blackness. It’s so dark and cold… I want to go home… I want to go home to Reed… to be with Momma and Daddy… She squinted, trying to see into the darkness ahead. Suddenly, a loud voice came from behind her in the distance. “To Winston!”, the voice cheered. She heard other voices cheering as well. It’s them… Winston is up to something… why are they cheering? She looked down at her leather vest and was ashamed to see the zipper had come down halfway during her hasty retreat. Her bare breasts were almost totally exposed. She quickly yanked the zipper up. She pulled on the bottom of the vest. She glanced nervously down at her bare legs. I need pants… Loud cheering erupted from the distance behind her.

She quickly ran forward several paces and stumbled into a stack of boxes, knocking them over. The sound of the boxes falling was loud and echoed off the ceiling. Oh no! Aubree’s heart leapt into her throat. Now they know where I am! She jumped over the fallen boxes and raced away into the darkness ahead. She made a quick right turn and ran full speed down another dim row of shelves. She paused at the end of the aisle and held her hand on a cold shelf as she bent forward, gasping for air. She placed a hand over her bare tummy and coughed quietly. She felt her heart pounding in her chest. There has to be an exit…

Aubree bent forward and quietly moved ahead. Like a ninja… They won’t see me… In the darkness behind her she heard Brad’s voice. “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty…”, his voice called from the distance. Aubree bit her bottom lip and hurried away. Ahead, she made out a large stack of empty wooden pallets stacked ten feet high. She made for the pallets and ducked between them. She knelt down and stared back down the warehouse aisle. In the distance, she could see the beam of a flashlight. It was moving in her direction. Oh no!

She quickly jumped to her feet and ran down a row of tall shelves. I’ve got to get to the end of this warehouse and find the wall… then, I can move down the outer wall until I find an exit. She heard the men calling out behind her. Got to find the exit…

She slowed down as she turned down another row of shelves. In front of her was a dim light. She made for the light. Towards the end of the aisle, she could make out a small neon sign on the wall. The wall!!! I just need to move down the wall and eventually there will be an exit!!! She hurried forward towards the dim sign ahead. Restrooms… It says restrooms… She paused looking up at the restroom sign. She looked to her right and to her left. In both directions the concrete warehouse walls faded away into the darkness with no indication of an exit in either direction. This place is huge…

She leaned against the wall underneath the restroom sign and sank down to her knees. She stared down at her bare feet and legs. She ran her hands over the leather vest. It barely came below the bottoms of her breasts. Sweat glistened on her bare tummy. The sweat was cold on her flesh. She ran a hand through her hair, pulling it off her forehead.  I’ve got to focus… She saw a flashlight beam moving down the aisle in front of her. She quickly looked up at the restroom sign. Got to get out of the light! She jumped up and raced away, keeping her hand on the wall. There will be an exit soon… Just stay out of sight…

As she hurried forward her stomach churned with fear. Ahead, in the distance, she was suddenly able to make out another sign. It says exit! It’s the exit!!! A smile crossed her lips as she rushed forward. The exit!!! Suddenly, a large shadowy figure stepped in front of her and a flashlight came on. She stopped, dead in her tracks.

“Well… well… hello, Aubree.”, the voice of the black man, Roy, boomed from behind the flashlight beam in front of her. “Gotcha.”, he said.

Aubree turned and started to run the other way when another flashlight appeared around the corner. She froze. Oh my god!!!!

Brad stepped towards her, pointing the flashlight at her eyes. “Look what I caught.”, he said gleefully.

Aubree stood like a caged animal between the two men. Her hearted pounded. “Please let me go…”, she said quietly and without hope. Fuck Toy. Captured again…

Roy spoke first. “I found her, kid. She’s mine. You lose.”, he said in a deep voice.

“Fuck that, man!”, Brad said. “I saw her from way back there. I was on her before you had a clue!”, he said as he aimed the flashlight at Aubree’s bare legs. “She’s mine.” He moved the flashlight over Aubree’s thong panties.

Aubree crossed her arms over her breasts. “I don’t belong to either of you… what are you talking about? I want to go home. Okay?” She looked back and forth between the two men. Please!

Roy laughed. “Look kid, she’s got more than one hole. I think we both paid our fee.” He pointed at the restroom. “Let’s take her in there and give her what she deserves.”

Brad grinned and nodded. “Hell yes… hell yes…”, he said as he flipped off the flashlight and stepped towards Aubree. “Let’s give her a good fucking…”

Aubree turned to run but Roy wrapped his arms around her from behind, lifting her off the ground. His large hands squeezed her breasts through the tight vest. “You ain’t going anywhere, honey.”, he said in her ear. His breath stank of cigars.

Brad grabbed her bare ankles and lifted her feet in the air. He pulled her legs apart and stared down at her tiny panties. “We’re gonna have some fun with you, baby.”, he said with a grin.

Aubree screamed. She struggled to break free, kicking and twisting her body, but the men were too powerful. “Let me go!”, she screamed. “Let me go!” Terror raced through her body and her breathing came in short quick gasps. “Let me go! I don’t want to do this!”, she begged. 

Roy held her underneath the arms as Brad gripped her ankles. They carried her towards the restroom door. Roy kicked the door opened and flipped on the light. They carried her over to the counter and pushed her face down over the sink.

Roy leaned across her back, holding her down. She felt Brad’s fingers on her panties. A moment later they were ripped down her legs and off her bare feet. Roy reached underneath her and grabbed the zipper on the front of her halter vest, pulling it down. He grabbed the vest collar and yanked it off her shoulders, casting it aside.

In a matter of less than ten seconds, Aubree was as nude as the day she was born. “Please don’t… please don’t… I don’t want to…. Please…”, she blubbered. Tears rolled down her face and dripped into the restroom sink. “Please let me go…”, she begged.

Roy continued to hold her down. His large hands roamed over her bare flesh, fondling her in her most private places. “Lookie what we caught.”, he said with a laugh. “We got us a little snow angel.”

Aubree closed her eyes and tasted her salty tears as they ran down her cheeks. She tried to stand up but Roy’s weight held her down. Her nostrils flared with fear. The bathroom stank of stale urine mixed with the strong odor of disinfectants. The floor felt slick under her bare feet and she slipped as she tried to push herself up from the counter. She briefly caught her own reflection in the mirror and was shocked by her appearance. I’m not me anymore…

Roy leaned over and placed his lips against her ear. “Stop struggling, snow angel. We’re gonna take good care of you tonight.”, he hissed.

Brad unzipped his pants and pushed them down his legs. As he lowered his underwear, his erect cock sprang out. “That’s right, whore. Stop resisting or I’ll take you over to one of them stalls and give you a good swirlie. You know what a swirlie is, bitch?”, he asked.

Aubree choked back vomit as her heart raced. “Let me go, please…”, she pleaded. She felt Roy’s fingers between her legs, caressing her pussy. “Let me go…”

Brad stepped forward. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and began stroking his cock. “Answer me, bitch. Do you know what a swirlie is?”, he asked again.

Roy chuckled in her ear. “You better answer him, snow angel.”, he said as he fondled her.

Aubree clenched her toes and tried to push herself up from the cold counter top. “Please let me go… I don’t know anything about a swirlie… I just want to go home…”, she whimpered.

“Well. I guess I’ll just have to show you, bitch!”, Brad stated harshly as he grabbed her neck. “Let me have her, man!”, her said with a look to Roy.

Roy backed away and allowed Brad to lift Aubree up by the neck. He chuckled under his breath. “You’re fucking crazy, kid. Just be careful. Remember what Winston said about bruises.”, he stated evenly. He watched as Brad pulled the nude girl across the restroom towards one of the stall doors. “Crazy kid…”, he laughed as he unfastened his own pants. He stared at Aubree’s bare buttocks and smiled. “I’m gonna get me some of that white tail…”, he said as he pushed his pants off, allowing his cock to swing free.

Brad gripped Aubree by the back of the neck and pulled her into a stall. “Let’s just show you what a swirlie is, you bitch!”, he shouted as he pushed her down on her knees in front of the toilet. “Stick your face in there…”

Aubree suddenly understood what a “swirlie” actually meant and tried to stand up. “NO!”, she screamed.

Brad grabbed a fistful of hair and pushed her face into the toilet. “Let’s teach you your place, you little whore.”, he said as he shoved her face into the toilet bowl water. “Stop fighting me! Or, it will just get worse for you!”, he commanded.

Aubree held her breath as her face was submerged in the nasty water. Oh my god!!! He’s going to drown me!!! Suddenly, the water swirled as Brad flushed the toilet. Aubree gasped as he pulled her head up. Water streamed down her face along with her own tears. “Please stop!”, she begged.

Brad pulled her head back and stared down at her. “Are you going to do what we say or not, bitch?”, he asked.

Aubree blubbered with fear. “yes… yes… I’ll do what you say…”, she cried.

Brad grinned. “That’s better, you bitch. Now get up.”, he said as he pulled the nude girl to her feet. “Roy and I are gonna have some fun with this tight little body of yours…”, he said.

Aubree allowed Brad to pull her out of the stall. Water rolled off her face and streamed down her shoulders and tummy. I’m scared… I want to go home…

She choked back a sob as she saw Roy standing in front of her. He was naked from the waste down. His cock was huge. He curled a finger at her. “Come over here now, snow angel. I’m gonna get me some of that white ass…”, he said with a smile.

Brad shoved her forward into Roy’s waiting arms. “Get her, dude.”, he said. “Do her good, Roy…”, he laughed.

Aubree stumbled forward as Roy grabbed her elbow. “Get on your hands and knees, snow angel… like a dog…”, he demanded.

Aubree weakly knelt down on the cold tile floor.  I’m just a whore now. Nothing but a slut. Fuck Toy.. Tramp… Whore… Snow Angel… Her body felt numb as she sank onto all fours. Good for nothing but sex… She watched as toilet water dripped from her body onto the floor. I’m a filthy slut…

Roy massaged his stiffening cock and knelt down behind her. “Now, let’s see how that little ass feels wrapped around my prick, snow angel.”, he said as he spit into his palm and massaged his hard cock. A moment later he placed the head of his dick against her anus and pushed.

Aubree closed her eyes and wept as Roy entered her from behind. Another man’s thing in my butt… I guess that’s what my butt is for… It’s for men’s things… for their pleasure… She opened her eyes and stared down at the bathroom floor as Roy violated her. His thing is big… it hurts… She looked up as Brad stepped in front of her. His cock was stiff. The veins stood out along his shaft. I know what he wants… She slowly parted her lips and allowed Brad to enter her mouth. My mouth is for sucking, not talking… no one cares what I have to say… She tightened her lips over Brad’s erection as he thrust into her mouth. Just get it over with… spray your stuff  in my throat… just let me go home…

Brad looked down at the top of Aubree’s head as she sucked his cock. He sucked in a breath and squeezed his balls. “That’s it, bitch. Suck me good.” He stared up at the ceiling. “Suck me good or I’ll have you in the stall again… for another swirlie…”

Roy pushed himself deeper into the weeping girl’s bottom. Her anus was tight. Like a glove. The tender moisture of her opening excited him. “Mmmmm…. That’s the way to take it, white girl… Take what you deserve…”, he whispered.

Aubree kept her eyes closed. Her mind was far away. She felt the men turning her over and pushing her down onto her back on the cold floor. Then, they were in her again. One in her pussy, the other in her mouth. She didn’t know which was which anymore. She didn’t care. She kept her eyes shut and her mind blank. I’m not here… I’m in a deep ocean… deep under water… free… a dolphin…

The minutes passed like hours as they violated her. Their grunting and laughter blended together into a cacophony of white noise. Meaningless … I’m free now… they can’t get into my mind… She felt them thrusting into her holes, forcefully. The pain melted away. You can’t hurt me anymore… She no longer wept. All her tears had dried up. She opened her eyes and looked up at the bathroom ceiling. Her face was blank… as blank as her mind.

Roy pulled back and sprayed his semen across the girl’s face. “Lick it up, baby. Get it all…”, he laughed as his cum rolled down her cheeks. He fell backwards and groaned.

Brad continued to penetrate her. His thrusts became more forceful. “Get some… get some…”, he moaned. “Get some, baby…”, he said excitedly. Suddenly, he ejaculated powerfully. “Oh my god! Take it you little cunt!”, he bellowed as he spurted onto her bare tummy.

Both men stood up slowly, smiling. They looked down at Aubree. Her eyes were wide and unblinking. Her face showed no emotion as she sat up slowly and looked around for her clothing. “Can I get dressed now? Are you done?”, she asked weakly. Semen dripped off her face and down her stomach.

Brad shrugged. “Sure, whore. We’re done. Thanks for the fuck.”, he laughed. He quickly pulled on his pants.

Roy fastened his trousers and pulled out a cigar. “Yeah, bitch. Thanks for the screw. Enjoyed it.”, he said as he fired up the cigar.

Aubree quietly pulled on the halter vest and zipped it up. She picked up her panties and realized they were ripped beyond repair. She dropped them to the floor. She stood up and faced the men wearing only the vest. She shook her head. “You two are animals… not even human beings…”, she stated calmly. Semen dripped down her cheek. She turned and walked out of the restroom.

Both men stared at her bare butt as she walked away. There was a moment of silence. Then, both of them laughed.

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Chapter 37: Hope no more

Aubree stumbled out of the restroom and leaned against the wall. She wiped semen off her face. She heard the men laughing behind her. Their voices echoed through the warehouse. Pigs… animals… She staggered forward. She forced one bare foot in front of the other as she walked down the dark row of shelves. She heard the restroom door open behind her. Here they come again…

Aubree hurried forward. Brad rushed up behind her. He placed a hand on her bare buttocks. “Hey there, little baby. Slow down now. Where are you going in such a hurry?”, he asked as he pinched her bare butt.

Aubree stopped. Her stomach churned. She was aware of her state of undress. I’m only wearing a top… no bottoms… She looked over her shoulder at Brad. Stop touching my butt… I’m not your plaything… She scowled at him. “Get your hands off me. Haven’t you had enough?”, she said weakly.

Brad smiled. “Yeah. I’ve had enough for now. But, if I hadn’t had enough, I’d just take you into another dark corner and fuck you again.”, he said. “I paid my fee.”, he said with a grin.

Aubree pushed his hand away and looked down. She pulled on the bottom of her halter vest. She looked over at the exit sign in the distance. “I’m not a whore. You didn’t pay any fee. You raped me.”, she stated as she walked away. She heard Brad chuckling behind her. Asshole…

Roy walked up behind Brad and chewed on his cigar. He nodded towards Aubree. “Where’s she off to, kid?”, he asked as he enjoyed the sight of Aubree’s jiggling backside.

Brad shrugged. “Who gives a shit?”, he said with laugh. “I got me some of that tail already.” He turned and walked away. “Good pussy…” 

Roy puffed on his cigar. He watched the young girl’s backside as she increased her pace, hurrying away. He held up a hand. “Hold on there, snow angel.”, he said as he pulled the cigar from his mouth. “Wait just a minute…”

Aubree paused. She stared down at her bare toes. I’m cold. What does he want? She continued to look down at the floor as Roy came up behind her. She jerked involuntarily as Roy placed a hand on her neck. Please don’t…

Roy gave her neck a squeeze. “Let’s take you back to Winston, snow angel. He’ll be looking for you.”, he said as he pushed her forward. “Let’s go…”

Aubree allowed Roy to lead her through the dark warehouse. Like a lamb to the slaughter… fuck toy… not a dolphin anymore…

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Winston took a long swig of beer and shuffled the money in his hands. Fifteen hundred dollars… not enough but a decent payday… I should have gotten more for this girl… He shoved the cash into his pocket. Fuck it. Who cares? There’s plenty more stupid little girls out there waiting to be owned… He paused and looked up suddenly. He smiled as Roy appeared out of the darkness, leading Aubree by the neck. Winston noted Aubree’s lack of panties. Looks like they caught the little escape artist… He stood up from the table.

Roy shoved Aubree forward. She collapsed to her knees on the floor. “Here you go, man.”, he said. “Thanks for the hunt. She was good. A real nice white treat…”, Roy said.

Winston shook Roy’s hand. “No sweat, dude. Glad you had a good time.” He cocked his head. “Where’s Brad?”, he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Roy rolled his eyes and blew cigar smoke into the air. “Who the fuck knows, man? He left… right after we had our way with little Fuck Toy over there.”, he nodded at the kneeling girl.

Winston paused and lit a smoke. “The kid left, huh?”, he asked.

Roy nodded. “Yep. Right after we fucked her.”

Winston’s eyes momentarily widened. “You shared her?” He blew smoke out of the side of his mouth.

Roy shook his head. “Yep. We figured we both paid the fee so…”

Winston nodded slowly and clicked his tongue. “Mmmmm… I guess that makes sense.”, he smiled. “Well… I’ll see you on the flip side.”, he said as he stuck out his hand.

Roy grasped Winston’s hand and blew out a billowing cloud of cigar smoke. “Next time. Hopefully, sooner rather than later, Winston. You always seem to bring the prime meat, man.”, he said.

“Yeah… I do and always will.”, Winston said. He picked up his beer.

Roy grinned. “I believe that.” He looked around. “Where’s Lester?”

Winston spit. “He got sick. Had to go…. You know how it happens…”

Roy nodded. “Yeah…”

Winston watched as Roy walked away into the darkness. Then, he turned and looked down at Aubree. The girl looked pathetic but sexy… She knelt on the floor wearing only the leather halter top. Her hair was in disarray and her cheeks were stained with tears and dried semen. However, her bare stomach was smooth and firm and her legs looked tan and lean. His cock jumped. He sat down. “Come here, Fuck Toy. I need a blow job…”, he motioned at her. He watched with satisfaction as Aubree crawled towards him, submissively. That’s a good girl… Now you understand your place… I’ve trained you well….

As Aubree sucked his dick, Winston thought back to the first time he has seen her. So arrogant and haughty… nose in the air… wearing her little tight jeans and cut off shirt… like a little princess… walking towards the apartment office… He looked down at her as her lips played across his stiff cock. He remembered how sexy she had looked at the apartment swimming pool. In her tiny little bikini … all oiled up… enjoying the men’s lustful gazes and the women’s jealous looks… He listened as she slurped on his erection. A stuck up little eighteen year old tramp… wearing sexy clothes and being a cock tease… I guess you’re not a cock tease anymore, whore… He stared down at the top of her head, bobbing up and down. Now, you know your place… a sex object… nothing more… you were born beautiful… a physical angel with a perfect body… a plaything for men… nothing more… I guess your nose isn’t so high anymore… He smiled as he ejaculated into her mouth. A whore now… as you always were…

Aubree sank back onto her knees and closed her eyes. Semen dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Fuck Toy… Aubree… Whore… Aubree… Slut… Aubree… Plaything for men… not a dolphin… just a tramp… A warm tear rolled down her cheek and dripped onto her bare thigh. She watched it roll away. Gone…

Winston stood up and zipped his pants. He reached for his cigarettes and stopped suddenly. He looked up…. 

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Chapter 38: Darkness Comes

A tapping sound came from the distance. Tap…tap…tap…

The sound was slow and steady… getting louder… closer… Winston fingered the pistol in his pocket. His eyes searched the darkened warehouse in the direction of the sound. What the fuck??? He slowly stood up. A shadowy figure appeared from the darkness. A tall man dressed in dark clothing came into sight. He carried a cane which he tapped on the floor in front of himself with each step. Winston tensed. Mother fucker… Black.

Winston felt his blood run cold as Mr. Black appeared suddenly from the darkness. How did he get in here? Mother fucker… sneaky bastard…

Black stepped forward. “Hello, Winston.” His voice was calm, almost a whisper.

Winston took a step backwards. “Black... How did you…”, his voice trailed off.

Mr. Black silenced him with a smile. He tapped his walking stick on the floor. “No matter how, Winston. No matter… ”, he flipped a long strand of hair off his face. His eyes were concealed by dark sunglasses. “I’ve come to claim what is mine.”

Winston stood, momentarily stunned. He started to speak but was shocked to see the two bikers walk up behind Mr. Black. They had guns. This is it… they’ve come for me… like dean Smith… Winston backed away slowly. He held his hands up. “Look, Black… I thought we had an agreement…”

Black laughed. “I thought we had an agreement as well…”, he said quietly. He cocked his head at Aubree. “It would appear we weren’t speaking the same language when we made our deal, Winston.”, he motioned at Aubree with his walking stick. “Otherwise, she wouldn’t be here now…”, he stated as he turned back towards Winston. “Isn’t that a fact?”, he asked.

Winston tried to compose himself as he lit a cigarette. He coughed. “Depends on your definition of facts… I thought I had a week to finish her training…”, he said as he glanced over at Aubree. “You know she isn’t completely trained…”

Black smiled and shook his head with disappointment. “Always the con, Winston. Always the con… You’re a talented man…That’s why I like you… and why it will hurt me to see you come to an end… ignorance coupled with talent is only ignorance glorified.”, he said as he nodded at the men behind him. The bikers stepped forward. In an instant, they were on Winston like a whirlwind, beating him.

Aubree cringed on the floor. She curled into a fetal position and listened to the fight ensuing just feet away from her. She closed her eyes. Dolphins? Where are you? She heard the men struggling and the sounds of fists. Beneath the noise, the sound of Mr. Black laughing blended almost perfectly with the struggle. A moment later a gunshot echoed through the warehouse.

Suddenly, a cloth was placed over her face. A noxious smell filled her nostrils. Aubree fainted, sinking into a quiet dark place… swimming … like a dolphin…

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To be continued….