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 Chapter 3

   It was the sensation of movement and the low hum from the jet engines
that brought Ali back to consciousness.  She was lying down on a couch, her
head on a small pillow, the lights turned down low.

   "Hello little one, I see you're awake.  I'm sure your friend will be
awake soon too," spoke a man with a soothing voice.

   Ali opened her groggy eyes and she could see she was in a small dimly
lit room with curved walls.  She had a light blanket covering her body and
saw she was on a soft leather couch.  Sitting across from her was her best
friend Becky, her head propped up against the wall, a small pillow under
her head.  "Where are we?" she croaked, her throat dry as dust.  A pleasant
looking man in a white uniform approached her and leaned over to speak to
her.

   "Right about now we're about 36,000' over Texas, about to cross into
Mexico," he said with a smile.

   "What do you mean "over"?" asked Ali.

   "You're on board Senor Castillo's private plane.  We're on the way to
his compound."

   "What?  What are you talking about?" she asked as the words sunk in. 
"Mexico?  No, I can't go to Mexico.  I want to go home!" she cried.

   "I don't think that's an option.  I believe that the transaction is
complete, you belong to Senor Castillo now," he said politely.

   "I don't understand.  What do you mean?" a very confused Ali asked, her
anxiety growing by the second.

   "I'm not at liberty to discuss such details Senorita.  I'm the steward
aboard Senor Castillo's jet.  My duties entail providing the guests on the
jet with any comforts available.  Are you hungry, thirsty perhaps?"

   "I just want to go home," she said as tears dribbled down her cheeks.

   "I'm sorry dear, that's not possible.  Now, can I get you something to
drink?"

   "Uh, yeah sure."

   Becky was shocked when Ali filled her in on what little she knew about
their predicament.

   "What's going on?  What are they going to do to us?" Becky asked, her
panic evident on her face.  Both of their homes lives sucked, Becky's more
so, but it was still home.  All the security they felt, even in their
respective situations, the familiarity with the most insignificant things
in their lives, gone.  At least they had each other.

   Shortly, the girls felt a double bump as the plane's wheels touched down
on the runway of a private airstrip, amid a lush green landscape.  From one
of the oval windows, Ali would see a cloud of dust kicked up by a black SUV
as it rambled down a dirt road carved out of the jungle as it drove out to
meet the plane.  The plane taxied into a large hangar, its walls seemingly
covered in rust.  The sound of the engines whining down were suddenly
intensified as the cabin door sprung open and two men dressed in green
camouflage entered the plane.  The first thing the girls noticed were the
weapons they had fastened to their bodies followed by the rush of warm
moist air that followed the men into the cabin.  What kind of place was
this they wondered?

   The two armed men removed Ali and Becky from the plane and escorted them
to the rear door of the waiting SUV.  They didn't speak to the two girls,
and neither did the girls attempt to talk to the two men.  They were scary
looking men who looked like they would be just as comfortable shooting them
in the head, as driving them to wherever they were going.

   The scenery was beautiful, neither girl had ever seen a landscape as
lush and green as this before.  The flowers along the road, if you wanted
to call it that, were gorgeous.  Bright pink and white flowers, and every
other color you could imagine adorned the foliage as they approached the
biggest house they had ever seen.  The wall surrounding the house was
taller than the machinegun-armed men Ali could see patrolling it.  They
passed through an iron gate on their way into the main garden area where
the beauty was stunning.  Both girls were in awe as they marveled at the
ornate gardens complete with fountains and golden statuettes.  It looked
like something out of a fairytale.

   The black SUV stopped in front of the main entrance and the door was
opened by a man in a white jacket.  "Please step this way Miss Ali and Miss
Becky." Ali looked at Becky in wonderment, both girls smirking at each
other.  For every nightmare scenario they had each thought of, this was not
the reception either had expected.  Perhaps they could hold off passing
judgment until they learned more about their situation, Ali thought.

   The man in the white coat introduced himself as Luis, and he offered to
"happily take care of anything they needed", as he escorted them through
the doorway.

   The foyer was immense and brightly lit with huge glass panels in the
ceiling.  The temperature was nice and cool and much more comfortable than
the nearly too-hot air outside.  The room opened up into two semi-circular
marble staircases, each aligned with the walls left and right, the center
of which led through to the next room.  Above the staircases centered
perfectly was a chandelier that belonged in a royal ballroom somewhere. 
The whole room was decorated extravagantly and seemed to match the exterior
of the house in terms of its majesty and décor.

   The staircases led up to an open air hallway that seemed to have
numerous doors and hallways leading off the main hallway.  As they were
escorted through the hallway past the staircases, Ali wondered again what
was in store for them.

   Luis opened a large ornately carved wooden door and held the door open
for the girls to walk through.  It was a small library will walls lined
with old books, the faint scent of cigar smoke still permeated the air.  A
grand desk was the focal point of the room, behind it was a green, white,
and red flag that Ali assumed was the flag of Mexico.  Several antique
rifles were mounted in a glass case along one wall, and photos of the same
man and various dignitaries seemed to be scattered around the room.

   "Please sit down while I inform Senor Castillo of your arrival," Luis
said as he directed them towards two comfortably-worn leather chairs, and
promptly left the room.

   "What the hell is going on Ali?" Becky asked, the panic in her voice was
very real.  "How are we going to get home?"

   "I don't know, the man on the plane said something about a transaction
but wouldn't tell me anymore.  The last thing I remember was being thrown
into a van outside the Moffat's house and the next thing I knew I was on
the plane with you," Ali said.

   "What are we doing here?  Why would someone kidnap us?" Becky asked, the
panic in her voice lessening somewhat.

   Ali was only nine, but she had learned a few things about the male
species over the last few days and the only thing that came to her mind was
sex.  They had been kidnapped for sex.  She'd been so distracted by their
abduction that she hadn't even thought about the one thing that had been
all-consuming for the last three days, sex.  The only reason she thought of
it now was the dull ache she felt throughout her ever-changing body and the
horniness the hormones imparted on her.  She was still wearing her bikini
top and she was sure her growing breasts were larger than when she last
checked.  Which brought up a good point, she was starving - how long had
she been unconscious before she awoke on the plane?  One day - maybe more?

   "I don't know Beck, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," she said
as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

   The wooden door opened and in walked a pleasant looking man with a dark
complexion and a small amount of graying hair over his ears.  He had a
smile that immediately made you feel welcome as he crossed the room to
stand in front of the girls.

   "Welcome to my home.  You are as beautiful as I could have hoped. 
Please feel at home here and anything you need shall be provided for you,"
he said as he leaned up against the edge of his large desk.  "I'm sure you
have many questions and I will do my best to answer them for you before I
must leave and attend to my business.  Oh, pardon my manners, I am Jose
Castillo," he said extending a hand to each of the girls.  "Before I leave,
do you have any questions?"

   Taking his hand and not knowing what to do with it, Ali and Becky shook
it up and down like they had seen men do with each other.

   "Where are we and what are we doing here?" Ali asked.

   "I purchased you and you belong to me now.  You will do whatever I ask
of you, whenever I ask.  My rules are very simple, do not disobey me at any
time, ever, and your stay with me here will be beyond any fantasy you could
ever imagine.  Disobey me and your life will be miserable beyond any
nightmare you could ever think of.  Think of it this way, I would move
heaven and earth for you if you are completely obedient and do everything
in your power to please me.  In fact, if you are able to make that a
reality, I would be willing to do just that, make anything you wish
possible.  Is there something you would wish, more than anything in this
world?" he asked looking form one small face to the other.

   "I want my teddy bear," asked Ali.  "It's the only thing that reminds me
of my parents," she added.

   "Easily done, I'll get my people working on it right away," he promised.
"How about you Miss Becky?"

   "Could you get my daddy out of jail?" she asked.  "I miss him so much
and it hurts so bad knowing he's in there with all those bad men," she
said, tears welling in her eyes.

   "That's a pretty big request, but I'll see if that's possible," he
added.

   Becky's request paled in comparison to hers, Ali thought, but
truthfully, there wasn't much more she wanted than her Bear.  Everything of
importance in her life had already been taken from her and that little
stuffed animal was the only thing that had been with her through thick and
thin.

   "Look, let's..., as you Americans say it, put our cards on the table.  I
purchased you to keep me company and to provide me with pleasure, which you
will do in any form I request."

   "Purchased?  By whom?" Ali thought to herself as he continued on.

   "I like girls of all ages, all shapes and all races.  I can see that you
are both quite young, much younger than I am normally interested in, but
you are both beautiful girls and will someday grow up to be very beautiful
women.  I would like to keep you that long and see if you do indeed do grow
up to be as beautiful as I expect you to.  But that is a long time from now
and anything could happen to you girls between now and then."

   A chill ran down Ali's back as his words sounded ominous enough to make
the hairs stand up on the back of her neck.  She knew enough about what she
could do with her body and she was confident she could please this man. 
She wasn't so sure about Becky.

   "Very well, I will have Luis give you a full tour and then show you to
your rooms," he concluded and giving the girls a quick wave, walked out of
the room leaving the poor girls a second to stare at one another with panic
in their eyes.

   As promised, Luis returned a minute later and escorted the girls out
into the main foyer of the house.  He explained that they would be afforded
every comfort they could imagine as he walked them through the house
showing them this and that.

   The house was immaculately clean, with servants constantly cleaning and
tidying.  The girl's tour took them through the kitchen and they stopped to
grab a bite to eat.  The tour continued on through the servant areas and
out to the pools, then by the tennis court, the archery and shooting range,
and the stables.  They were both ecstatic that they would be able to ride
horses any time they wanted.  Luis walked them up to a small bluff where
they could look down and see a beautiful lake that bordered the stables. 
It looked like there were trails that they could take and ride down to the
lake.  A small powerboat was docked alongside several jet skis, each tied
to a short dock that reached out from a small boat house.

   Returning to the house, Luis showed them the Senor's grotto where they
would be entertaining him most of the time.  The room was the only one
they'd seen yet with anything other than tiles or polished wood floors. 
This one looked like it was lined with soft velvet as everything looked and
felt so soft and plush.  A small dark pool filled a portion of the floor
and it was surrounded by lush plants giving the room a relaxing feel.  It
was the essence of natural beauty.  The walls and ceiling were made of
glass and overlooked the sloping hillside that faced the beautiful lake and
what they had missed from their previous vantage point, a small waterfall
cascading into it at the far end.  It was no wonder they would be spending
much of their time in this room, it was easily the most picturesque view
they'd ever seen.  At the end of the room was a pair of doors.

   "Where do those doors lead to?" Becky asked.

   "That's a private room where Senor Castillo sometimes takes his girls,"
Luis replied.

   "What girls, are there other girls here now?" Ali asked excited at the
prospect that there might be other girls here their own age here.

   "I'm afraid not, you two are the only ones here at the present time. 
The last one didn't..., ah..., work out well," for the Senor.  Luis seemed
like he was dodging her question and by the sound of it, the fate of the
"last girl" didn't sound very good.

   "What happened to the last girl?" Ali asked, afraid of finding out the
real answer.

   "She has a new owner now, not as nice as Senor Castillo.  Let's go find
your rooms!" he said changing the subject.  Ali looked at Becky and both
girls had the same expression, worry.  Whatever it was that Senor Castillo
wanted, they better give it to them or risk being put into a much worse
situation.

   They were shown their rooms, with connecting doors of course.  They were
huge and as elaborately decorated as the rest of the house.  Only these
rooms were decorated with accoutrements fitting for girls their age.  Each
room was equipped with a large flat screen TV and a number of video game
systems installed in the cabinet underneath.  Their satellite picked up all
the American TV shows they could ever want to watch.

   "Girls, Maria will be along shortly to get you measured for your new
wardrobes.  Senor Castillo has some very specific articles he will expect
you to wear at times of his choosing, but the remainder of the time, you
can choose anything you like.  If there is something that Maria cannot
create herself, we can import those articles from America for you," he said
as he left them to get acquainted with their surroundings.

   Becky helped Ali inspect her room first since that's where they were
standing when Luis departed.  A tall wardrobe stood along the wall next to
her bed, opening it she found it empty, likewise the pull-out drawers at
the bottom.

   "See if that dresser is empty too," Ali called out to her friend.

   On the opposite wall stood a long dresser of polished light colored wood
that matched the rest of the furniture in the room.  It had three columns
of drawers, each three drawers high.  Becky opened the first one she came
to and looked inside.

   "Definitely not empty, but I'm not sure what this stuff is?" she said
holding up a thin metal rod.  Ali joined her as they inspected the contents
of the drawer.  There was a series of metal rods, each increasingly thicker
than the next.  They were about eight inches long, the smallest of the rods
about as thick as a pencil.  They were smooth and shiny with a rounded tip
at one end.

   The other contents of the drawer were equally interesting as well as
puzzling.  There were several devices that the girls were certain of, they
looked like mail penises and were made of a soft pliable material.  They
also ranged in size from one about as big as a finger up to some very large
ones as big around as a person's wrist.  Ali was getting excited at the
prospect of trying out some of these things as her surging hormones were
getting to her.

   Removing one of the rubber dildos, Ali wrapped her fingers around it
wondering in her mind if it was comparable to the penises she had taken
into her pussy already.  It was much bigger than the carrot she had used
two days ago and seemed about normal size.

   "What are you going to do with that?" Becky asked.

   Knowing full well she was going to shove it into her kitty and give
herself a long-overdue orgasm, she felt compelled to share a thought with
her friend.

   "Beck, I'm pretty sure I know why we're here and all this stuff pretty
much tells me that the "pleasure" that Castillo guy was talking about, was
sex." Ali was still uncomfortable with the language of sex, but knew the
words and knew the meaning.  "He's going to put his "cock" into our "cunts"
or "pussies" and we better make him happy or else.  You heard Luis, the
last girl got sold to a bad man.  I don't know what's in store for us, but
at least it seems like we're going to be okay here.  Until we can figure
out how to get home that is."

   "Aren't we a little young for that?  I mean daddy taught us ways to have
fun and never stuck anything inside of us.  Are you sure he's going to want
to stick his "thing" in us?" Becky asked, hoping the answer would be a
"no".

   "I didn't tell you about this, but after you left the park yesterday, I
let the boys stick their "cocks" in me and it felt awesome.  I'm not sure
why but I had some really good orgasms that way and after dinner last
night, at least I think it was last night, I went back again and had sex
with some older guys.  She filled her in on the details but left out the
experience with the mean man and definitely held back telling her about the
sex he made her have with his dog.

   Sex with the three teen boys had been amazing, especially Jerome, he had
been more concerned with making her feel good, and gave her two really big
orgasms.

   "And you can fit that big thing in your kitty" Becky asked in
astonishment at the sight of the thing in her hand.

   "It's called a "cunt", at least that's what the guys last night called
it," Ali said as she climbed up onto the big bed and shimmied out of her
shorts, pulling her underwear down with them.  Spreading her legs she
rubbed the phallus up and down he slit collecting some of the moisture that
was starting to seep out.  The soft vibrator was a little smaller than a
normal man's cock and Ali grunted softly as she pushed the pointy head into
her pussy.  "Oh yeah, I didn't realize how much I needed this," she moaned
as she started pushing it in as far as it would go.  She could feel the
artificial bumps and grooves as she bottomed out and began slowly pulling
back out.

   A fascinated Becky watched in amazement as her friend fucked her pussy
with the fake penis.  "Hold on Ali, there's a curved arrow pointing around
on the end of that thing," she said as she grabbed hold of the end and
twisted it.  Instantly the vibrator turned on and came to life.

   "Oh wow, that's awesome," she said as her head fell back onto the
pillow, her hands busy in her crotch.  Her left hand was rubbing her
clitoris while the other was busy pumping the vibrator into her pussy.

   Her ensuing orgasm didn't take long and brought the usual muscle
convulsions and whole-body shaking.  The rubber cock was still lodged in
her immature pussy as she came down from her little dose of ecstasy.

   "Your kitty -," Becky began.

   "- Cunt," Ali corrected.

   "Your cunt is getting a little furrier I think," Becky observed.

   "I think you're right," she said as she inspected it further.  The dark
hairs were getting a little longer and it seemed a few more had sprouted
since yesterday.

   "Do you think one of those would fit in me?" Becky asked.

   "I'm sure once we get you loosened up a bit we could.  That guy last
night Jerome was bigger than this and once I got used to it, he fit okay,
and it felt really good," Ali said as she slowly slid the rubber phallus in
and out.

   "You mean you can take a bigger "one" than that?" she asked, her mouth
hanging open at the proposition.

   "It's called a "cock" and yeah I think so."

   "Let's try one of the big ones and see if it fits!" Becky squealed and
ran over to the drawer and pulled out some of the bigger ones and a few
small ones for her.

   Over the next hour the girls experimented seeing what they could fit
into their pussies.  The biggest Ali was able to fit was a little over two
inches in diameter - still bigger than anything she'd had in her yet. 
Becky was able to take a small one, about an inch in diameter.  It hurt a
little at first as Ali finished off what little remained of Becky's hymen.

   Their play was interrupted as a woman named Maria came in to measure
them for their wardrobes.  Maria asked the girls to strip down naked (which
wasn't a stretch since they were bottomless anyway) so she could get
accurate measurements for their clothing.  She was shocked when Ali
stripped off her bikini top and her new boobs sprang forth.  She mumbled
something in Spanish under her breath and pulled her measuring tape around
under her breasts and checked the numbers.

   Leaving the girls to themselves, they went back to the drawer and looked
for other stuff they could play with.  They had barely begun before they
were interrupted as Luis knocked on the door and entered.

   "I see you girls have already discovered some of the playthings in here.
Please put these on and follow me," he said as he handed bikinis to the
girls.  Senor Castillo is requesting your presence in the grotto.

   An hour later and Ali had been fucked in her pussy twice by the
energetic Jose Castillo, his erect cock never softening between orgasms. 
Becky had her cherry officially popped and although she had been loosened
up by the little dildo, it was much smaller than the real thing and she
cried from the pain.

   "I'm impressed by how much you've grown since the first pictures I saw
of you, especially your chest.  We'll have to keep up the hormone
treatments," he said as he slowly thrust into Becky's deflowered pussy with
his average sized penis.

   "Huh?  What are you talking about?" Ali asked as she watched her friend
being fucked.  At least her crying had been reduced to a pathetic sounding
whimper.  The olive skinned man seemed to either not notice, or not care
about the pain he was causing.

   "Your little friend has some catching up to do," he concluded as he
picked up the pace and fired his third load of cum in an hour, but just his
first into Becky's pussy.

   "I'm going to turn you little beauties into my own little Barbie-dolls,"
he said as he groped Ali's bulging mounds.  "You girls can go now.  I need
to contact your seller and get some more of those hormones," he said as he
walked over and eased into the small pool at the end of the room.

   Ali looked at Becky and they both had the same puzzled look.  Hormones?
Seller?  What was he talking about?  Who was he talking about?  They had so
many questions and had no answers.

   "Luis, do we have the supply of the hormones my favorite little American
whore provided?"

   "Yes sir, about fifty pills.  Miss Stacey said two pills daily if you
wish the girl Ali, to develop further."

   "Double it until I say otherwise, and the blond girl needs to catch up
so give her even more."

   Returning to their rooms naked, Becky was still whimpering about her
sore pussy; the girls found several stacks of clothing waiting for them
including proper bras for Ali's swollen orbs.

   They went through their respective collections checking out what they
liked and what they thought was just plain ugly.  It didn't matter, it was
the only clothing they had other than what they had on their backs when
they were snatched.

   Ali found the bra confining and would have preferred to go without,
except that her sensitive nipples would have scraped over every new article
of clothing as they weren't quite as soft as some of the shirts she was
used to.

   Shortly, a knock on the door was followed by Luis wheeling in a cart
with two trays on top, into Ali's room.  Her room had become their common
room, or at least the one they'd spent the most time in.

   "Dinner is ready girls.  Under Senor Castillo's strict instructions, you
must eat everything being served." He noted that they had found their
stacks of clothing and as he had come to expect, Maria had done her usual
fine job of measuring up the new arrivals with perfectly fitting attire.

   Luis had himself, crushed up the hormone pills and stirred it into the
chocolate pudding he had placed on their trays.  Two pills for the dark
haired beauty, six for the pretty blond.  This was new territory for him as
the head of the house - he had overseen the care of an endless stream of
young girls brought in for his boss's amusement.  None had ever been this
young, nor as beautiful, and so rarely did he get American girls, it was
normally far too risky.  Usually it was the daughter of some peasant farmer
who was forced to sell one of his children for money, or in less honorable
instances, a pretty girl who was grabbed off the street.  The manner in
which they arrived usually didn't matter, they wouldn't be around for long.
Most never made it more than a week before the boss lost interest.  The
majority of the girls were donated to his cousin to be used in his brothel,
others...  the ones that angered the Senor, often were disposed off in a
most gruesome manner, and a lucky few were allowed to return home.

   What did fate hold for these two girls?  One could never guess, it all
depended on the Senor's mood, which varied with the direction of the wind.
His mood was most influenced by how business was going, if his shipments
had been intercepted by the police, or worse, his competitors.

   All Luis knew was that his boss had taken a liking to the dark haired
one with the boobs.  He had never seen a girl so young with development
like that before and he was shocked it could be produced by the pills he
had just given to the girls.  If the pills could produce an effect that
would keep his boss interested, maybe the little dears would last longer
than any of the others.  Even if they did, their futures would be a far cry
from what they had dreamt of at night when their mommies tucked them into
bed.

   The girls watched TV for a few hours after they finished their dinner,
and as requested, they ate everything on their plates.  An hour later, Luis
returned to clear their plates and was pleased when he saw that they
followed his instructions.  "Senor Castillo will be up shortly to spend
some time with each of you privately," Luis said as he backed the cart
through the door of Ali's room, and left.

   True to his word, Luis' boss entered Becky's room without knocking and
finding the young blond girl missing from her room, grew angry.  "When I
tell you I'm coming to see you, you had better be naked and waiting for
me," he screamed.

   Entering Ali's room and continuing his tirade so both girls could
understand the true meaning of his rage, he continued, "While you are here,
you will be treated like a princess, you will be provided with the finest
things money can buy, all I ask in return is your strict obedience.  If you
do not comply, you will be punished.  If you do not learn quickly, you will
find yourself being sold off as a street whore and truly, you will find the
meaning of misery!" he bellowed as he stormed out of the room.

   Several minutes later Luis returned and escorted Becky out into the
hallway and disappeared.  Ali was scared now more than ever.  She'd seen
little of her captor's demeanor prior to this outburst, but had learned
that he was not a man to be trifled with.

   A full hour had passed before Ali heard Becky's door open and heard
heavy footsteps across her floor.  With the connecting door closed, she
waited to hear Becky's voice but heard nothing.  For several minutes she
waited before the footsteps could be heard again, the door closing
suggested that whoever had entered, had just left.  She didn't dare leave
her room to investigate and further anger the volatile Senor Castillo.  Ali
had made sure that in case the Senor returned, she was naked and waiting
for him.

   Several more minutes passed before she heard footsteps outside her own
door.  Her door was opened and in walked a naked Senor Castillo, his penis
partially erect and swinging in time with his stride as he walked toward
the naked girl.  "I'm glad to see you have some common sense my beautiful
princess," he said.

   It was odd how the man's mood had swung so completely after the
explosive reaction the girls had witnessed for such a simple thing like not
being in your room when he came calling.

   The man climbed up onto Ali's bed and lay down beside the small
brunette. He began stroking her smooth skin, rubbing his fingers up and
down her slender body, paying particular attention to the newly sprouted
breasts that had not even existed a short number of days ago.  "These are
lovely just the way they are," he said as he circled his fingers around her
tiny little areola, the little buds crinkling up from his attention, and
from the cool air coming through the window.  "My conscience tells me to
take you off the medicine and leave them like this, but I cannot.  My
curiosity would just get the better of me anyway so we will keep on growing
these and see how big we can get them.  You will look so cute with that
pretty face and a great big bosom."

   Ali was confused by his words as his touches were distracting her from
concentrating on them.  He continued his little circles around her nipples
and they were inducing the effects that would lead to her to a badly needed
orgasm.  Tingles ran up and down her spine as her mind tried it's best to
go back to the things he had just said to her.  Something about medication
- "oooohhhh," she moaned as he sucked her little brown nipple into his
mouth.  His other hand slid up and down her lightly furred pussy, feeling
the slippery juices leaking from her thin pussy lips.

   Several minutes later, Ali was panting from his attention, her desire to
be satiated peaking.  Her legs were squirming, her hands fidgeting from the
sexual energy flowing through her young body.  The recent dose of hormones
were kicking in and her body was telling her brain that it had needs to be
fulfilled.  She was ready to jump onto his cock and begin relieving her
sexual tension but she didn't dare do anything to upset the man

   "Suck me and get me hard," he said as he rolled over and lay on his back
next to her, his semi-erect penis flopping to the side.

   "You're bleeding," Ali said as she grabbed onto it.  She was just about
to put it into her mouth when she noticed the traces of blood on it.

   "It's okay, it's not mine.  It belongs to your friend, it was her
punishment for not obeying instructions, now get sucking or be punished
too," he commanded.

   Terrified all over again, Ali did as instructed and put the fleshy stalk
in her mouth.  She could taste the salty tang of the blood and the acrid
bitterness of something else encrusted onto his cock.  The taste was
revolting but she dare not disobey her master and so continued her efforts
to appease the man.  Her tongue and saliva washed the grime from his tool
and shortly found that it tasted like nothing at all.  Ali wondered where
the blood and nasty taste could have come from and hoped Becky was alright.
She hadn't heard any sound come from her room since the footsteps earlier.

   "That's enough princess, now get up here and please me," he directed and
pulled her up onto his torso, her wet pussy sliding up the length of his
saliva covered cock as she moved into position.

   Ali knew what to do from here and reached down and aimed the head of his
tool at her muff and sat down.  The head breached her vaginal opening as
her pressure forced the tool into her tight cavity.  She grunted as she
speared her pussy onto his tool, the sensation satisfying both participants
equally.  Ali groaned as her body thanked her for giving it what it needed.
Her eyes closed, her senses on high alert, Ali allowed her body's
hormonally charged instincts to take over as she went on auto-pilot.  Her
hips were moving up and down on their own, her hands grasping at her
nipples, pulling pleasure from them as she quickened her pace.

   Underneath the little sexual dynamo, the man who had made this purchase,
lay back in awe as his newest toy went to work riding his cock.  She was
his youngest yet, and by far the prettiest and most erotic of the countless
girls he had brought in to please him.  With her artificially enhanced
breasts she was every man's wet dream, a lolita face with the developing
body of a woman.  Her super wet snatch hugged his cock like a silken vise.
It was easily the best ride he'd ever had and it'd be a shame to get rid of
her like he had all the rest.  He'd keep this one for as long as he could,
but as a man who could have anything he wanted, ever-changing variety was
what he craved.  This one might be different though, this one might be the
one to change all that.

   An hour later, Ali was spent, she'd exhausted herself riding on the
man's cock over and over again.  He seemed happy to lie back and let her do
all the work.  She enjoyed it though, it was her first time being in
control of her own body as she had sex, and it was an experience not to be
forgotten.  All the other guys had all fucked "her", pounded into "her";
this time she was the one doing the fucking and she was in charge.  The
orgasms were getting better too, the best ones were achieved when she could
grind her clitty into his pelvis while he squeezed her nipples.  With his
cum dripping from her slippery little hole, Ali screwed up enough courage
to ask a single question as the man headed for the door.  "Excuse me sir?
Can I ask you a question?"

   "Yes, my little princess, what is it?"

   "Is my friend Becky okay?  I mean, she was bleeding, is she hurt?" Ali
asked politely.

   "Nothing that won't be healed in a day or two.  But if you are worried,
you can go check on her," he said as he headed for the door naked, and left
closing the door behind him.

   Ali was worried about Becky, "Healed in a day or two?  What had he done
to her?" she wondered as she padded over the door adjoining the two rooms.
Slowly opening the door, Ali found the room in darkness but heard a
muffling sound coming from the bed.  Finding the bedside lamp, Ali turned
it on a got a terrible shock.  Becky lay there spread-eagled on the bed,
her hands and feet shackled in what looked like some type of leather
bracelets.  A thin rope attached each bracelet to the bedposts of all four
corners, her limbs were pulled taught.  A gag had been placed in her mouth
and Becky's eyes were red and tear-stained.  She'd been crying and was in
obvious discomfort.  Looking down Ali could see a towel under her friend's
butt and tape over her vagina.

   Pulling the gag out of her mouth Ali cried, "Becky are you alright?"

   "My kitty, get that thing out of my kitty, it hurts!" she said.

   Pulling the tape off, Ali found one of the vibrating rubber cocks shoved
all the way into her friends tiny pussy.  Pulling the fake cock out of
friend's pussy, Ali saw that it was the size of a real man's penis.  She
was shocked they'd crammed that in there.  It must have been driving her
crazy lying there with that thing inside of her for so long.  The least
they could have done was turn it on she thought.  It actually sounded kind
of inviting to her, she was still feeling horny from her fuck session with
their owner, Jose.

   Continuing on, Becky cried, "My butt hurts so bad.  That man smacked me
with some kind of stick.  I think he called it a cane.  He whacked me over
and over again until I think I was bleeding.  Then he put his thingy-."

   "-Cock," Ali corrected.

   "Yeah, his cock, he put it in my butt.  It really hurt!  I cried so much
that I think I finally feinted.  Then when I woke up I couldn't move, it
was dark, something was hurting my kitty, it felt like a baseball bat was
shoved in me.  I didn't know what was going on!  I knew something was in my
mouth but I couldn't speak, I was so scared!  I heard you in your room but
I couldn't tell what was going on.  You were screaming out or something. 
Are you okay?" Becky asked, her mouth just rambling on not even giving Ali
a chance to answer.

   "Becky, stop for a second.  I'm fine, more than fine actually.  I just
had three awesome orgasms and I got to fuck Mister Castillo instead of him
fucking me.  It was my first time doing that.  It was fun."

   "Fun?  How can you say that was fun?  It hurt a lot, what he did, both
times, before in my kitty-"

   "-Pussy," Ali corrected as she looked to see how she could untie her
friends bonds.

   "Fine, pussy, and it hurt when he stuck his thingy- sorry his "cock"
into my butt.  Is it okay if I say "butt"?  Or is there a special word for
that too?" she asked with an annoyed tone.

   "I think butt is okay, ass too.  I think one of the guys the other night
called it a "shitter", and maybe...," Ali trailed off realizing that it
probably wasn't good timing for a rambling lesson for "butt" synonyms.

   "Can you get these cuffs off me please?" Becky asked as she squirmed
around trying to test her bindings.

   "I'm not sure if I should.  Let me go ask if I can.  I don't want to get
in trouble too," Ali replied.  Thinking about what she had just said, Ali
grabbed the adult sized dildo and began working it back into her friend's
bald pussy.

   "What are you doing?" Becky said in a panic as she felt the rubber cock
returning to her stretched-out pussy.  She thrashed around trying to
prevent the intrusion but the bindings on her arms and legs were too tight.
As hard as she tried, Becky could do nothing physically to stop her friend
from pushing and twisting the dildo as it was wedged back into her tube. 
She pleaded with Ali to stop, crying out that it hurt, and she was rewarded
with the gag going back into her mouth.

   "I'm sorry Beck, but this is for your own good.  You don't want to get
in trouble again do you?  Because we'd both get it this time," Ali said as
she firmly pushed the last two inches into her tight little pussy.  The
smooth hairless labia looked obscenely stretched around the large phallus
as Ali grabbed the piece of tape.  She felt a pang of jealousy as she
cranked the vibrations up to their maximum setting before securing the
device with the strip of tape still attached to her butt cheek.

   Whoever had fixed the rubber cock into her hole in the first place had
not bothered turning it on Ali recalled.  "What a waste to have that big
thing in there without at least turning it on," she thought.  Her first
experience with a vibrator was only hours old, but she'd discovered the fun
that could be had with one.  Her thoughts returned to the task at hand, to
find out if she could relieve her friend of her bindings and help her poor
battered bottom.
   ~ end of chapter 3 ~