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 Mistrusted by RadioSOS

   Keywords: (nc, reluc, FMMfff-teen, humil, interr, no sex/sex in later
parts)
Disclaimer: The events of this story are fictional and the author does
not promote any of it in real life.  Please do not read if you are offended
by any of the above codes or if you are a minor.  Once again, the author
does not condone any of the activities that take place in this story.
Note: This is my first story, so I'm testing the waters a bit. 
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Summary: A vacation turns into a nightmare after three teenage girls put
their trust in the wrong person.

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   Part 1

   Chanel opened the door to the hotel room and she and her friends walked
in.  There were three of them and combined they were able to give Chanel's
sister enough money to book the hotel for them.  As they were under
eighteen, her sister, Tara, was the one who had to check them in, but as
soon as that was settled, she immediately departed, stating clearly that
she was not going to spend her vacation with stupid teenagers.  Chanel
didn't care though.  Tara was a bitch anyway and having her around would
spoil the fun and they had definitely planned on having fun.  All three
girls were very attractive in their own ways.

   Chanel herself had long, curly, sandy blonde hair with a soft face and
ocean blue eyes.  She was average height with fairly large breasts and
tanned skin.  Due to a variety of sports and other physical activities, her
ass was tight and firm.  She had a bit of a "surfer girl" aura to her and
had a smile that could light up a room.

   Sierra was tall with short red hair and pale skin with freckles on her
body.  She had emerald green eyes and long legs along with a small, but
cute ass.  She was definitely a tomboy and vehemently opposed to wearing
dresses or anything that was pink.

   Mercedes was Latina and had wavy black hair with light brown skin and
large chocolate brown eyes.  She was shapely, her breasts were even larger
than Chanel's and her ass was big and round.  However, despite her beauty,
she was the shyest of the three and tried not to draw too much attention to
herself.

   "Alright," Chanel said when they finally finished picking out beds.  "My
sister probably won't be back for a few days and we're here for two weeks.
What should we do first?"

   "Get something to eat?" Sierra suggested.  "I haven't eaten all day."

   "Yeah, that sounds good," Chanel replied.  "Mercedes?"

   "Yeah, I'm hungry too," the Latina beauty answered.

   As the girls were from a small town, they were unaccustomed to the sheer
size of the city they were visiting.  After about twenty minutes of
searching, they finally found a place called the Flying-T and went inside.
There were a lot of people there, but it did not seem too jam packed. 
After a few minutes, the girls had managed to get a table and get their
food.

   "We need to find something to do tonight," Chanel urged.  "Any ideas,
Sierra?"

   The redhead did not answer.  Chanel arched an eyebrow and turned around
to see what had distracted her.  A cute Asian girl with sleek dark hair and
even darker eyes was walking towards their table.  She was dressed in a
black mesh top and tight, low-riding, camouflage pants.  She appeared to be
a bit older than their sixteen, but couldn't have been older than twenty.
Chanel saw the girl licking her lips and shifted uncomfortably.

   "Hi," she greeted in a friendly tone.  "You three aren't from here, are
you?"

   "Is it that obvious?" Sierra asked.

   "A bit," the girl answered.  "Anyway, everyone calls me Angel."

   "I'm Sierra," Sierra said.  "That's Chanel and Mercedes.  We're here for
the next two weeks."

   "Nice to meet you all," Angel told them.  "Listen, I'm about to go to a
party.  It's going to be awesome, everyone's going to be there.  You three
should come."

   "I don't know..." Chanel said.

   "Oh, come on, Chanel," Sierra remarked.  "Weren't you just saying that
we needed to find something to do tonight?  If it's lame, we can just
leave. Mercedes, what do you say?"

   "Well...I think we should go," she answered.

   Chanel hesitated for a moment, but seeing as she was outnumbered two to
one, she decided not to argue.  Like Sierra said that if it was lame, they
could leave and find something else to do.  They followed Angel to her car
and the cute Asian offered the front seat to Chanel.  Not wanting to be
rude, she accepted it while Sierra and Mercedes filed in the backseat.

   "So, how far did you guys have to drive to get here?" Angel asked as she
made her way down the road.

   "Four hours..." Chanel answered.  "My sister actually drove us.  This
place is like four times the size of our hometown."

   "Yeah, this is a big place..." Angel stated.

   The rest of the drive was spent in silence.  After about thirty minutes,
Chanel had noticed that it had gotten darker out and she could barely see
out the window.  The neighborhood that they had entered appeared to be some
sort of suburbs a little away from the large city.  The houses weren't
exactly top-notch, but they didn't appear to be rundown at all.  Angel
finally pulled into the house at the end of Fuchsia Drive and the girls
were a bit surprised to see that there was only one other vehicle there, an
old black van.  A chill ran up Chanel's spine, but she just shrugged it off
as her being anxious.

   "What the hell?!" Angel yelled.  "All that driving and we're here
early?! Sorry about all this.  Can you guys stay here for a sec while I see
what's going on?"

   Angel got out of the car and started knocking on the door to the house.
After a few seconds the door opened and she pushed herself inside, closing
it behind her.  Chanel turned to her friends to see if they were feeling
the same way that she did.

   "Hey," Chanel started.  "Um...do you guys think we should've done
something else?  I mean, something's not right."

   "You're just being paranoid," Sierra assured her.  "Angel's going to
check to see what's going on and after that, we'll be partying.  Like I
said, if things start getting to weird, we can just leave."

   "Do you even know where we are?" Chanel asked her.

   "Well...no..." Sierra replied.  "But we can easily find our way back on
our cell phones and we have enough money for a cab."

   Before Chanel could continue the conversation, the door opened and Angel
exited the house.  However, she wasn't alone.  Behind her were two young
men, one white and one black.  The white one was thin with shaggy hair that
covered his eyes while the black one was tall and lean with dreadlocks. 
Angel motioned for the girls to get out of the car and after a brief
moment, they stepped out.

   "Get this," Angel began.  "I got the wrong house." She pointed to the
white guy.  "That's Holt.  He and his friend Johnny here are going to help
us get to the party on time so we don't miss it.  Oh yeah, one more thing."

   "What is it?" Sierra asked rather impatiently.

   "Take off all your clothes except for your panties..." Angel said, her
almond shaped eyes narrowing as a dark grin formed on her face.

   "W-what?" Chanel asked in disbelief.

   Almost immediately, the two men pulled out guns and pointed them at the
girls as Angel retrieved a switchblade from her back pocket.  The now
psychotic look in Angel's eyes dared them to scream, but they wisely
decided not to.

   "You three must be fucking retarded..." Angel started as she waved the
knife around.  "I mean seriously, hopping in a car with someone you just
met?  Country girls really are stupid." She pointed to Chanel.  "Goldilocks
here looks like she's the only one with half a brain since she at least
tried to back out.  Good thing she didn't because now we have three new
fuck toys.  Hmm...Red, since you were so eager to party, how about we start
with you?"

   Holt and Johnny got behind Sierra and shoved her forward.  She glared at
Angel, who only smirked back in response.

   "Cut the tough girl act," Angel told the taller girl.  "Things will go a
lot easier if you do.  Now, come on, let's go.  Remember, everything except
panties."

   Sierra didn't move for a moment, but the sound of Holt cocking his gun
made her begin to strip.  She started by removing her t-shirt, revealing
her black bra.  Angel slid her free hand into her own pants and began
rubbing herself as Sierra continued stripping.  She took off her shoes and
socks and pulled down her baggy pants.  A tear slid down her eye as her
black and white girl boxers came into view.  She fumbled around with her
bra for several seconds and Chanel knew why.  Sierra had always been
self-conscious about her small breasts, but Angel wouldn't care at all.

   "Ugh, you're taking too long!" Angel shouted and walked up to her.

   "P-please..." Sierra cried.

   She flinched when she felt the blade slide underneath her bra, but did
not move another inch for fear of being cut.  Once Angel slashed the
fabric, the torn bra fell off and Sierra's hands immediately went to cover
her exposed chest.  A quick glare from Angel scared her enough and she
slowly began putting her arms down to the side just in time for Johnny to
handcuff her.  Sierra's rosy pink nipples stood out on the tiny swell of
breasts and everyone could see her freckles covering the area on her chest
just above them.

   "Damn..." Angel taunted as she squeezed Sierra's right nipple.  "Nice
legs, but even an Asian girl like me has bigger tits than those.  And you
definitely need a change of wardrobe judging by your choice in underwear.
Ooh, I'm gonna have so much fun dressing you up."

   Sierra sniffled and held her head down in shame.  Chanel's heart was
racing.  Seeing how quickly Sierra had been broken made her believe that
she and Mercedes definitely did not have a chance.  Johnny shoved Mercedes
forward and Angel ran a hand through the scared girl's hair.

   "Don't be scared, sweetie..." she said in a gentle tone.  "Angel's going
to take care of you.  All you have to do is take off your clothes for me."

   Mercedes removed her shoes, socks, and belt before sliding down her
skirt, revealing her pink bikini panties.  Her ass was so large that the
panties were unable to cover her cheeks.  She hurriedly removed her shirt
and quickly went to unsnap her bra as she did not want to anger her
aggressors and put her hands to the side.  Angel and her cronies let out
loud gasps as Mercedes's large tits were revealed, eager to be free of
their confines.  She had large brown nipples that Angel could not resist
pulling on.

   "God, I love Latinas!" Angel exclaimed as she gave Mercedes's butt a
squeeze.  "Damn, I can't wait to bury my face in that ass!"

   The vulgarity of Angel's words caused poor Mercedes to turn as red as a
tomato.  Chanel was surprised to see that she had held up better than
Sierra, but then again, she had received more compliments on her body. 
After she was handcuffed, Chanel was shoved forward.

   "Please just let us go!" she tried to reason.  "I swear, we won't tell
anybody.  We'll go home and never come back to this city."

   "What kind of host would I be if I didn't show you a good time before
you left?" Angel stated.  "Honestly, I'm teaching you a lesson.  Don't get
in a car with strangers and maybe shit like this wouldn't happen.  Or
maybe, don't listen to your dumbass friends when your gut is telling you
that something is a bad idea.  Hell, you could've even stayed behind at the
restaurant when your friends went with me and they'd be the only two in
this situation right now.  But enough talk.  Take off your clothes before I
cut your throat."

   Chanel let out a sigh of defeat and slowly began undressing.  She kicked
her flip-flops off and removed her shirt and her light blue bra soon
followed.  Her tits were a nice C cup, not as large as Mercedes, but much
larger than Sierra's.  Her pink nipples were noticeably hard, but she
attributed that to the night air and her own nervousness.  Chanel lowered
her blue jean shorts and her matching light blue thong came into view.

   "Oh yeah," Angel said as she licked her lips.  "You're definitely gonna
make us a lot of money.  Of course, we gotta do some training first.  Boys,
load them up."

   Black hoods were suddenly placed over their heads and the three girls
were thrown in the back of the open van.  Seconds later, the engine had
started and they were on their way to an unknown location.

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