Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Sadistic Daddy
Title: Enduring Sacrifice 1
Part: Chapter 1
Summary: Melissa has a secret she dares not tell anyone.  Her name is
not really Melissa and her mom and dad are really her captors.
Keywords: Fg, Fdom, Mdom, Mg, bd, sm

   ENDURING SACRIFICE

   [ part 1 ]

   "I don't want you to think that this is a reflection on you, Melissa,
but your clothes are really," Ms.  Parker, Melissa's teacher, paused. 
"Really rather, revealing."

   Melissa stared at the floor harder.  Her ears were already starting to
turn red.  "I'm sorry, Ms.  Parker." Holding her books in one arm she
nervously tried to tug down the hem of her skirt.  The tugging really
couldn't make the threadbare skirt any longer than it was.

   Ms.  Parker, seeing Melissa's ears redden, softened her tone even more.
"I'm sure your mother could get you something more appropriate to wear. 
It's not uncommon for girls your age to have growth spurts, to start
developing."

   "She was," Melissa said.  "But then the car broke down, and, well...."

   Ms.  Parker placed her hands on Melissa's shoulders.  The faded cotton
of the girl's t-shirt was stretched tight over her body.  "I didn't mean
to... I didn't realize that your family..." Ms.  Parker's words trailed
off.

   Melissa shifted nervously, keeping her eyes down.  Would Ms.  Parker
believe what she'd said?  She really didn't like lying, but she wasn't
allowed to tell the truth.  If she thought maybe Melissa's parents didn't
have money she wouldn't dig further.

   "Okay." Ms.  Parker said.  "I don't want to make you late for the bus.
You can go now."

   "Thank you, Ms.  Parker." Melissa said.  Without looking up she turned
and walked out of the classroom and down the hall.  She kept her books held
to her chest.  It was one way to stop others from seeing her small, but
obviously bra-less breasts bouncing.  She couldn't walk very fast, though,
or her skirt would ride up her thighs making it even shorter than it
normally was.

   By the time she made it to the bus all the seats were occupied by at
least one child.  The younger ones tended to take the seats up front,
leaving boys and girls near Melissa's age to sit in the back rows.  She
made her way down the narrow bus aisle.

   "Want to sit with me, Melissa?" Gerald Porter said.  He had one of the
seats over the bus' rear wheels.  The wheel well rose up under the portion
of the bench seat nearest the window, making it cramped for anyone sitting
there.  Gerald swung his legs out into the aisle, offering Melissa the
cramped seat.

   Melissa would have refused the offer, if it had come from anyone besides
Gerald Porter.  He was easily the best looking boy at school, even if he
was a grade ahead of her.  His curly blonde hair and blue eyes together
with his cute smile made her willing to put up with a lot worse than a
wheel seat.  She scooted between him and the seat in front, her bare legs
brushing against his jeans-covered legs.  The touch seemed electric to her.
She smoothed her skirt carefully under her bottom, trying to wish it longer
as she sat on the worn Naugahyde.  She had to pull her legs up on the wheel
well for him to turn back in and sit next to her.

   She turned, giving him a small, smile, lowering her books to her lap. 
His flashing of white teeth in return made her tingle a little in her
special places.  Then she saw his eyes, those so bright blue eyes, running
down from her face to her chest.  She bit her bottom lip, realizing that
Gerald could see the silhouette of her nipple poking against the thin
cotton t-shirt.  She felt her ears burn again, even as his eyes wandered
even lower taking in her long, slender legs.

   The tingle grew hotter.  Gerald Porter, who could go with any girl in
school, was "checking her out".

   "There's that dance.  Next week.  At school." Gerald said.  Melissa
could see that he was nervous.  Even if he was the best looking boy in
school some things weren't easy to say.  "I was wondering, you know, if you
were, uh, gonna go?"

   Was Gerald Porter asking her out on a date?  GERALD PORTER!  Melissa
felt her heart thud inside her chest, making her forget about being
cramped. Making her forget about many things.  She started to say `yes'
when reality came crashing back on her.

   "My parents, they won't let me go." Melissa lowered her face to the back
of the seat in front of her.  She had to blink fast to try and hold back
tears that wanted to get in her eyes.  She had given up so much.  Did she
have to miss out on this, too?

   "Oh." Gerald said.  Melissa could hear his disappointment, and maybe
something more.  Gerald wasn't used to being turned down by girls.  "They
won't let you even go, you know, by yourself?"

   Melissa felt a lump in her throat.  The unfairness at having to miss out
on going to a dance with Gerald Porter was not the worst thing that she had
to live with, but it felt so cruel right now.  "They... they don't want
me... going out." She heard the sob she was choking on as a tear escaped
her right eye.  She turned to look out the window, wiping it away.

   "Well... um... Okay." Gerald said.  Melissa was surprised to feel his
hand, warm and slightly damp at the palm, laid across hers.

   She turned to face Gerald, amazed that he would have anything to do with
her if she couldn't go out with him.  As choked as she was at her own
helplessness, she felt her heart rising in adoration.

   "It's okay.  We can still, you know, be... well..." Gerald said.

   Melissa didn't mind his lack of words.  He showed that he liked her,
even after having to be turned down.  Right then she felt as though he
could do no wrong.

   The bus slowed.  Melissa looked around.  It took a moment for her to
realize that the bus was pulling to her stop.  She felt the lump of
helpless pain rise in her throat once more.  If only she could have stayed
on the bus forever, holding Gerald's hand.

   It was not to be.  The bus stopped and the driver held the door open. 
She squeezed Gerald's hand before rising and making her way down the aisle,
down the steps.  Leaving the safe, (and today) happy, yellow school bus.

   As the bus started away, she saw Gerald at the window, blowing her a
kiss.  She reached out to grab it, pressing her hand to her own lips,
giggling.  She blew one back, as the bus lurched forward.  She watched the
bus grow smaller and smaller, finally turning a corner and away from sight.

   She got the mail out of the mailbox, that being one of her chores. 
Holding the flyers, bills and junk mail, she made her way up the path to
the house her parents rented.  She took out her key and unlocked the front
door, letting herself in.

   She dreaded this part of the day, every school day.  Coming home.  Today
the house seemed more malevolent.  It was part of what kept her from being
with Gerald at the dance.

   She put her schoolbooks on the kitchen table, and then quickly washed up
the few dishes left soaking from breakfast.  She then sat at the table and
did her assigned work as quickly as possible.  It was hard, though, to
concentrate.  Her mind kept drifting to Gerald.  The thoughts went from his
holding her hand to fantasies of kissing.  Maybe more.

   Getting the work right wasn't as important as making it seem she had
done her homework.  Her parents didn't expect her to do well in school. 
They didn't care about school, at all.  Not for her.  It was just part of
what she was expected to do.  Having it completed on time, though, was
important.  They didn't want anyone from the school coming to check on
Melissa at home.

   Finishing her assignments she glanced at the clock and quickly scooped
up her work, putting the books and papers on the table near the door for
the morning.  She turned to head down the hall to her room when the door
opened.

   "Hello, mommy." Melissa said.  She dropped to her knees and put her lips
to the tips of both shoes.  Having done as she was taught, she remained
bent over, awaiting her fate.

   "You are still wearing your school clothes, little cunt." Mommy Karla
said.  Melissa knew from the tone that she was in trouble already.  "By the
time I come home you are supposed to be changed.  You know that!"

   "I'm sorry, Mommy.  I had to do a lot of homework.  I was just finished
and going to change.  I will do that now if you wish." Melissa hoped Mommy
would accept this.

   "I don't give a shit about that homework crap.  It's of no use to a slut
like you!  Strip down and get in the kitchen.  I'll punish you while I get
dinner started."

   "Yes, Mommy." Melissa stood up and quickly pulled off her t-shirt, then
her skirt.  The cotton panties she wore under the skirt fit her lower body
extremely tightly.  They were at least two sizes too small.  She peeled
these down carefully.  The elastic in the waistband was starting to come
loose and she didn't want to lose another pair.  Her shoes were taken off
and put by the door; she then pulled off her socks.

   She bundled the clothing together and deposited it in a hamper in the
laundry room.  She would need to do a load of wash soon.  She only had one
more set of "school clothes" clean.  Hopefully Mommy and Daddy would give
her time tonight.

   Melissa entered the kitchen, and then bent her slender, naked body over
the kitchen table, the top cold against her flesh.  The cold made her
nipples harden.  She spread her legs, assuming a position she'd taken many
times.  She could then reach out and grasp the opposite edge of the table.

   She could only wait and listen as Mommy Karla moved about the kitchen,
heels clicking on the cold linoleum floor.  Mommy Karla would get to her
when she wanted to.  It was part of how things were now.

   "Is there anything Mommy and Daddy need to know about going on at
school?" Mommy asked.  She didn't want to know about Melissa's grades.  She
wanted to know if the school was showing any interest in Melissa that might
mean they would have to move soon.

   Gerald Porter asked me to the dance with him!  Melissa wanted to say. 
That wouldn't have been good to say to Mommy or Daddy, though.  There
wasn't anyone who she could tell those things to.  Not now.

   "Ms.  Parker, my teacher, told me my clothes were too revealing."
Melissa dutifully reported.  She couldn't ask for new clothes, but if the
school made an issue of things it could cause trouble.  Trouble that
Melissa wanted to stay away from for a different reason than Mommy and
Daddy, but she wanted it to stay far away.

   "That silly bitch.  If she only knew how you dressed at home!" Mommy
said.  She let out a giggle.  Mommy's giggles never meant Mommy was
enjoying a joke.  Mommy's giggles meant she was having fun being cruel.  "I
suppose we'll hit a few yard sales this weekend, or maybe see what's in the
discount bins at the stores.  Remind me tomorrow." Mommy went back to
working on dinner.

   To take her mind off of waiting for the punishment, Melissa laid her
head on the table and thought again of Gerald.  The feel of his hand on
hers.  The kiss he had blown to her.

   She jumped as Mommy Karla's hand rubbed between her legs.  Too late she
realized she was damp.

   "Wet?  You don't usually get wet waiting for punishment, little whore.
What were you day dreaming about?" Mommy asked.  Mommy Karla stopped
rubbing and shoved two stiff fingers into Melissa's pussy.  "You are really
wet!  Were you playing with yourself instead of changing like you are
supposed to?"

   "No, Mommy!" Melissa said, hoping to avoid answering the earlier
question.  Truth.  Always tell the truth to Mommy and Daddy.  Getting
caught in even a tiny lie meant really bad punishment.  "I wasn't playing
with myself.  That part is for Daddy and Mommy and their Friends!"

   "Well, maybe you are getting to be the slut your Daddy and I know you
are.  It will be easier for you if you are." Mommy said, pulling the
fingers out.  Mommy's hand grabbed Melissa by the ponytail and yanked her
head up.  Two wet fingers were pushed into her mouth.  Melissa knew she had
to suck and lick them clean.  She knew the flavor of herself on fingers and
other things very well.  She licked and sucked trying to please Mommy by
performing well.  Shame at having to do this still ate at her heart, but
obedience made life less painful.

   Mommy was quiet as she pulled her fingers from Melissa's mouth.  Letting
go of the girl's hair, she left Melissa in the punishment position.

   The sizzle of meat in the skillet and the smell of cooking beef filled
the kitchen.  Dinner was probably Hamburger Helper, again.  The sounds
covered other ones, though.

   Melissa felt the sting before she realized she'd been hit.  The surprise
caught her off guard, making her jump and let out a short yelp.  She heard
Mommy Karla giggle as another strike hit Melissa's naked ass cheeks.  The
strikes were coming with a small popping noise.  Melissa knew this was one
of Mommy's favorite ways of hurting her, a wet, rolled up dishtowel.

   Mommy was very accurate with it.  She had lots of practice using it on
Melissa.

   Melissa flexed her bottom cheeks, wiggling her hips.  Her small bottom
danced and squirmed.  She couldn't rub.  Even moving her hands back, no
matter how or where she hurt, would mean greater pain would be used.  Mommy
Karla wanted her to hold position without being tied.  Holding position
when being hurt made the pain feel worse.

   `No matter how much it hurts, we can always make it worse.' Mommy had
taught her that on the first night.  She had proved this to be true every
time since that night.

   "Let's give that naughty wet, slutty cunt of yours some warming." Mommy
said.  She snapped the wet dishtowel out, catching Melissa's pussy lips
with a stinging blow.

   Melissa squealed, her knuckles turning white as she fought the urge to
protect her body.  Inside, her pussy tried to clamp down, to squeeze the
pain away, but the pain was already outside.  The squeezing couldn't help.
Nothing could stop the pain when Mommy or Daddy or one of their Friends
wanted to hurt her.

   Tears of pain, and of helplessness leaked from her eyes.  She panted,
waiting for the next strike.  Her body trembled, dreading the next pain.

   The scrape of a wooden spoon on metal told her she would wait longer. 
Mommy Karla stirred the frying meat.  Then running water, the fat from the
burger needing to be disposed of into the hot, running water.

   "Get me two cups of water, slut." Mommy Karla said.  Melissa sprang from
her position over the table, getting the two-cup measuring cup and running
hot water into it.

   "Good.  Now, go and put on your home clothes.  Daddy Paul will be home
soon." Mommy said.

   Melissa was relieved that punishment had been light this time.  How much
she got seemed to depend on how Mommy or Daddy felt.  If they were busy
with something else she might not have to bear much.  She hurried to her
room to get into clothes.

   The rented house wasn't large, or new.  The room she had was the
smallest one.  No windows, white walls, a single over-head light.  Her bed
was a thin mattress on the floor with some old military surplus blankets
and a thin pillow.  There was a small closet and a battered old dresser
where she could keep clothing.

   The closest thing to decoration in the room was a newspaper clipping. 
It was the only thing she was allowed to keep, besides her clothing.  Daddy
Paul had laughed when she'd asked for it, but when he saw how it affected
her he even put it in a frame.

   The newspaper had become yellow, the black and white photographs in the
article a little less distinct.  One image showed a man, a woman and a
young girl.  The other photograph was an image of Melissa, taken more than
two years ago.  The people in the first photograph were her real Daddy,
Mommy and younger sister.

   The story's headline read: "Police still searching for missing girl."

   The newspaper gave her real name, not Melissa.  It had been printed in a
city a long way from where she lived now.  She looked at the faces in the
photograph of her real family, trying to remember the sound of their
voices. It got harder to do all the time.

   Paul and Karla had kidnapped her, taking her out of her safe world and
beginning the long nightmare her life had become.  Originally they had kept
her locked up, only taking her out to hurt her or make her do disgusting
things.

   She wasn't sure who had the idea to make her be her own jailor, but
she'd been shown this article, with Daddy Paul pointing to her younger
sister.

   "You will obey us, and anyone we tell you to obey, do anything we want
and never, ever tell anyone about what goes on here.  As long as you do
this, your little sister will stay alive.  If you try to go to the police
it doesn't matter if they catch us or not.  One of our friends will make
sure your little sister dies!"

   Melissa turned away from the photograph, knowing Mommy Karla would be
expecting her back in the kitchen soon.  She had kept her promise to Paul
and Karla, hiding the truth, enduring everything they and their Friends did
to her, even calling them Mommy and Daddy to help hide the truth.

   Both Paul and Karla worked.  They didn't want neighbors thinking it odd
that a school-aged girl wasn't in school, so they made sure to put Melissa
in a school wherever they went, usually under a different first name and
whatever phony last name they were using in that place.

   She opened the top drawer of the dresser and took out the leather dog
collar, wrapping it around her neck, buckling it, then turning it so the
dog tag hung in the front.

   The cool metal tag was shaped like a dog bone.  She knew what it read
without having to see it.  A single word, the one she was called most
commonly at home.  "SLUT."

   She had to hurry and finish getting dressed.  She pulled out a stretchy,
black, tube top only four inches wide.  It, like many of her clothes for
home, started out as clothing for much younger girls, picked up by way of
yard sales or bargain stores.  This one squashed her small breasts, but she
didn't have a lot of time to be picky.  She grabbed a white, pleated tennis
skirt and stepped into it.  It had started out short on her, but Mommy had
made her shorten it even more so that the hem stopped just below her pussy.

   She went to the bathroom to urinate, catching sight of herself in the
mirror.  So much of her body was bared it was almost like being naked, only
worse.  Worse because Daddy Paul liked her to look like this.

   She went back to the kitchen, finding Mommy Karla going through the mail
while the Hamburger Helper simmered.

   "Make some biscuits, slut, and set the table." Mommy said.  She didn't
even look up from the bill she was looking at.

   Melissa made the got the canned biscuits baking, then lay out three
place settings at the table.  She wondered if her real family still thought
of her when they sat down to eat.  Here no one cared what she did in school
as long as she kept the truth hidden.  No one asked how her day at school
went.  Here she had to sit silent unless spoken to.  She couldn't laugh, or
tell jokes.  Melissa placed the napkin holder, then the salt and
peppershakers on the table.  She got butter from the refrigerator, and then
checked the biscuits.

   The biscuits were still baking when she heard the front door open.  She
went to the living room and knelt at the feet of Daddy Paul.  She bent her
head to kiss each of his shoes, as she had Mommy Karla's earlier.

   There were four shoes to be kissed.  She kissed the extra pair of shoes
and waited to be allowed to rise.  She didn't dare to look up to see who
had come in with Daddy, though she thought she recognized the shoes.

   "Hello, Melissa!  My, don't you look yummy tonight!" The other man's
voice boomed out.  Melissa had guessed right.

   "Good evening, Doctor." Melissa said, her head still bowed.

   "Is that you Doctor?" Mommy asked, from the kitchen.  "Paul, why didn't
you let me know to expect company?"

   "It was sort of last minute.  He's got some business for us and wanted
to get Melissa ready for it."

   "Oh?  Well, that's good!" Mommy said.  Melissa heard her walking out of
the kitchen toward the men.  She couldn't see, with her head still down at
foot level.

   "I don't mean to be a burden to you." The Doctor said.  "I can always
catch something to eat later."

   "No, no burden at all.  I'm sure there will be enough." Mommy said. 
"Why don't you come in and take a seat.  Dinner is almost ready."

   "Slut, crawl into the kitchen and help Mommy serve dinner." Daddy Paul
ordered, nudging Melissa with his foot.

   "Yes, Daddy." Melissa started crawling on her hands and knees.  She knew
that because of her short skirt that The Doctor and Daddy Paul could see
her bottom and also between her legs.  The feeling of shame at being forced
to do this made her feel worse than normal.  Of all of Paul and Karla's
Friends The Doctor was the one who seemed to treat her the nicest.

   Business, though, meant that she would be given over to someone for
money.  This happened about once a month.  These people weren't the
Friends, who got to use her free.

   "Get those biscuits out before they burn!" Mommy said.  Melissa got up
from the floor and grabbed a potholder and got the tray out of the toaster
oven.  The biscuits were a little crispy-brown on top, but not burned.  She
got a wicker serving-basket down from the top of the refrigerator and put a
sheet of paper towel in the bottom.  Prying the biscuits up from the pan,
she put them in the basket and then placed it on the table.

   She put another place setting on the table without being ordered.  The
Doctor came up behind her and placed a hand on her bottom under the short
skirt.  She paused, knowing that The Doctor had privileges with her body.

   His hand was warm and soft, rubbing and squeezing her bottom cheeks. 
She looked down at the table in front of her, ears turning red.  She pushed
her bottom into his hand, as she had been made to many times before.  Her
body didn't belong to her.  It belonged to Mommy, Daddy and their Friends.
The Doctor was an important Friend.

   "This little girl has the softest, most squeezable ass in town!" The
Doctor said.

   "Oh, I don't know about that." Daddy Paul said, reaching out and rubbing
Mommy Karla's through her clothes.  "This one is pretty squeezable, too!"

   "Mmm, not before dinner, dear.  You start the engine you know you have
to drive me home!" Mommy said.  She wiggled her bottom against his groping
hand, and then went back to serving the food.

   "You drive me, babe.  Drive me wild!" Daddy said.  He grinned at The
Doctor.  "Are you going to have a bite, or just squeeze the fruit?"

   The Doctor chuckled, finally taking his hands off of Melissa's bottom.
She avoided looking up as she sat in her seat, feeling the cold, hard wood
under her where her skirt couldn't cover.  She also felt the wetness
between her legs.  She put her hands in her lap and waited to be told to
eat.

   Melissa tried to empty her mind.  Being touched had made her wet.  It
was part of what they trained her to do, not because she wanted these
things to happen to her.  Memories from the past months raced through her
head.  Karla rubbing her to wetness on the First Night, making her squirm
and moan.  Paul making her put her mouth on him while Karla licked down
there.  Crying and moaning, his thing filling her mouth.  Choking and
gagging as he pushed into her throat.  Being called dirty names.  Then...

   NO!  I didn't!  Don't remember!  Stop thinking!

   "You can start now, slut." Daddy said.  Melissa came back to here and
now.  She picked up her fork and began eating, eyes down.

   "So, there is business?  Someone we know?" Mommy asked.

   "No, this is someone new, but trustworthy.  I've known him for years,
though never in this capacity." The Doctor said.

   "What sort of job is it?" Daddy asked.

   "Pretty vanilla.  This man has a son who is getting to be old enough to
want to do things with girls.  He wants the boy to be broken in, but he
doesn't want any risk.  No diseases, no pregnancy and especially no
disappointments." The Doctor said.

   "So, our little slut gets to take a cherry herself!  Ha!  I guess it's
about time.  She's done just about everything else." Daddy said.

   "Do you think she can handle it?  She might have to coax him." The
Doctor said.  "It is very important to me that this man be satisfied with
the results."

   "I'm sure that we can impress upon our little slut that she needs to not
fuck up.  Just fuck." Mommy said.  "She knows that mistakes and failure are
not tolerated."

   "Yes, I'm sure she does.  As to disease I'm able to testify to her being
clean." The Doctor said.  "Pregnancy is one of the reasons I wanted to come
over in person.  This man wants the event to happen within the next two
weeks and Melissa is just about due for her next injection."

   Melissa knew the injections The Doctor gave were to keep her from
getting pregnant.  They also made her not have her period.  She got them
about every three months.

   "So you thought you'd give it a little early." Mommy said.  "That's not
a bad idea."

   "Nor really bad for her, medically speaking.  The literature says that
she is covered for up to three weeks after her target date, but she should
have no negative side-effects from getting it a little early." The Doctor
said.

   "I don't know why you just don't tie her tubes." Mommy said.

   "Because I don't want that done.  She would draw attention, pregnant at
her age, but later on someone may want to own a breeding slave." Daddy Paul
said.

   Breeding slave.  Melissa felt her ears burning again.  Was that worse
than what she was now?  To her mind, it felt that way.  It would be worse
to be made pregnant like this, against her will.  To be a mother from one
of the Friends, carrying a baby made by them.  She shuddered, knowing that
the baby would not grow up normal.

   "Just so long as you aren't the father." Mommy said.  "You will not make
her pregnant.  I won't allow it."

   Melissa was aware of a very long silence.  She didn't look up.  It
seemed like Paul and Karla were not agreeing about something.

   "If I may, we still have to make sure Melissa is up to the job at hand."
The Doctor said, breaking the awkward silence.  "I've felt out the client
and he sees no problem in there being another woman with the girl hired. 
Not to do anything, of course, but to help make sure things run smoothly.
He's willing to pay quite a good price for excellent service."

   "You think it should be me, not Paul with her?" Mommy asked.  "Why?"

   "A young boy, his first time.  Paul, for all of his fine qualities,
isn't exactly conducive to a, ah, romantic setting for a boy." The Doctor
said.

   "Okay, so I help set the scene and make sure Melissa doesn't disappoint.
Does daddy's boy need his dick held for him, too?" Mommy asked.

   "I doubt that will be necessary.  I knew that one of us should be on
hand for security's sake.  I know you let her go to school, but as far as I
know you haven't let anyone outside the circle of Friends use her
unattended." The Doctor said.  "You seemed the logical choice."

   "Okay, just so long as no one calls me `madam'." Mommy said.

   Melissa had finished her food.  Being talked about like she wasn't there
was part of how things were since Paul and Karla had taken her away from
her real family.  Sitting and listening, like she wasn't there, made her
feel funny.  Not good funny.  More like a pet they were keeping.

   As she shifted the tag on her collar reminded her of its presence.  She
was a pet, wasn't she?  A collared pet slut.  Melissa shuddered at the
thought, trying to fight feeling other things.

   "So, you want to put Melissa through her paces?  See how well she can
raise the old soldier?  I don't know about your client's boy, but when I
was young I could get hard if the wind blew.  Hand me a little slut like
Melissa and I'd be all over her." Daddy said.

   "Melissa, get these plates to the sink and start washing up!" Mommy
said. Even though Melissa was already starting to stand up to follow the
command, Mommy Karla reached out and slapped her across the chest, leaving
a burning pain on her left breast and across both nipples.

   Melissa bit back a startled cry, gathering the dishes and making a hasty
retreat to the sink, out of range.  Sometimes Mommy got mad at her when she
hadn't done anything.  Usually it happened when Paul made some comment
about Melissa, how she looked.  If he said anything vaguely positive Karla
started being mean to her.

   The three adults left the table, leaving Melissa to wash the dishes by
hand.  It wasn't that hard to do.  She was actually glad to have some
private time where she could just do and not think about what was
happening.

   After she had dried and put away the dishes, she returned to the living
room.  Mommy and Daddy were on the couch, letting The Doctor use the big
easy chair that Daddy normally sat in.  Melissa stood still, waiting to be
told what to do.

   "I think for this project we should dress her differently.  This isn't
one of the Friends.  The boy will expect her to look attractive, but not
overtly sexual." The Doctor said, running his eyes over her.  Melissa
turned her eyes to the floor, feeling the wetness coming back.

   It is not me that wants this.  It's what they want me to do.  Melissa
thought.  It made it easier to remember who made her do these things, who
wanted her to get wet.  It wasn't her fault.

   "Maybe a little black dress, with a low neckline, something that shows
off her back and legs?"

   "I suppose.  What underwear should we get for her?  Bra?  Panties?"
Daddy asked.

   "Hmmm, she really doesn't require a bra, and then our client's boy
doesn't need to figure out how to take one off.  Panties, yes.  Maybe thong
panties.  Isn't that what girls her age want to wear these days?" The
Doctor said.

   "All I know is I see enough jailbait walking around with them sticking
up out of their pants, wanting the whole world to know they are wearing ass
floss." Daddy Paul said.  "What about hair?  Make up?"

   "That's part of what I'm not sure on.  I don't think we need to have her
hair dolled up fancy.  It's supposed to get messed up, after all.  No, I
was more worried that the boy might fixate upon her.  She's going to be his
first fuck.  He might think he is in love or some shit.  I thought maybe
we'd get her a mask." The Doctor said.  "So she becomes the Mystery Girl.
It would never do to have him see her and start trying to find girls who
look like her.  The dye job on the hair won't stop him from making a
connection if he stumbles across one of those missing children posters."

   "Okay, so we'll get her a mask.  The Mask of Slutto!" Daddy Paul
laughed, with The Doctor joining in.

   "Now, let's see how little Melissa performs.  Girl, I want you to start
teasing me, without touching.  Pretend I'm a stranger and you want me to
get hard for you." The Doctor said.

   Melissa swallowed.  The things he wanted her to do were new.  No one had
really needed her to lure them into getting excited by her.  Just being
her, and being given to them had been enough.

   With her eyes on the floor she tried to imitate some of the things she
had watched women do in the dirty movies Daddy Paul sometimes watched.  She
started to rub her small breasts through the tight tube top.

   "You've got to look at me, child, not the floor.  I'm over here." The
Doctor prompted.

   Melissa raised her eyes to look at him.  When her eyes met his she
started blushing.  No one had wanted her to do this before.  To show
herself off more than the clothes she wore did.  Some even seemed to like
it when she tried to resist.  They only wanted to see her eyes to see if
she was afraid of them or being hurt.

   Melissa looked in The Doctor's, her fingers rubbing over the stretchy
material on her breasts.  She squeezed at the small breasts, rubbing her
thumbs over the nipples.

   "Now, think sexy thoughts.  Think of wanting to get someone to touch
you, instead of your own hands.  Anyone at all." The Doctor said.

   Wanting someone to touch her?  Not Daddy Paul or Mommy Karla.  Not even
The Doctor, as gentle as he was.  Who, in the entire world, would she want
to have touching her this way?

   Gerald.  She did want Gerald touching her.  She would want to show him
how to touch her body.  All the places that Daddy Paul and Mommy Karla had
touched that felt good.

   She concentrated hard.  It wasn't The Doctor.  It was Gerald sitting
there.  Paul and Karla were gone.  She was going to show Gerald how much
she wanted him.

   She licked her lips, lowering her eyelids a little.  She put her palms
against her breasts, pushing her breasts into them, rubbing her nipples
into her hands.  Like this, Gerald.  Tease my nipples like this.  She moved
her hands down, pushing up on her breasts, offering them to Gerald.

   I know things other girls don't Gerald.  I can do things other girls
can't.  You want to be with me, Gerald.  I can love you.

   She could feel the tingle between her legs, the wetness starting.  Her
heartbeat and breathing were faster.  As long as she thought of Gerald,
blocking out reality, she could do this.

   One hand went down and slid along her inner thigh.  She thought about
pulling her skirt up, but decided a tease would be sexier.  She drew her
hand up, sliding against her pussy lips, letting the skirt stay down, just
barely hiding her pussy lips.  This made the tingle hotter, and she rubbed
herself against her hand, her hips twisting, pumping against it.  Her hand
came out from under the skirt damp with her wetness.

   I'm wet for you, Gerald.  She moved the hand up, licking the wetness,
her tongue out where he could see it.

   "Damn, she is turning into a hot slut!" Daddy Paul said.  Melissa fought
to block out the sound.  He wasn't here.  It was just Gerald and she.

   "Amen to that!  Keep going, girl, show me you want it!" The Doctor said.

   Melissa pulled the tight tube top down, exposing her small breasts. 
Yes, Gerald, I'll show you.  See how hard my nipples are?  I want you to
kiss them.  Suck them.  Yes, Gerald, even bite them.  See me pinch them? 
Oh, god, I want you!

   "You two watch your little slut show herself off.  I'm bored with this
shit!" Mommy Karla said.  She stalked past where Melissa stood, almost
bumping into the girl.  She went down the short hall to her bedroom,
slamming the door.

   Melissa had jumped back to reality.  The anger in Karla's voice was a
sure sign she was in trouble, trouble that would hurt a lot.  She lowered
her eyes to the floor, her arms going to her sides.

   Daddy Paul sighed.  "I better find out what that's all about."

   "Paul?  Please let her know that we can't have Melissa doing this job
covered in bruises and welts.  Please.  Having her show up looking like
she's been beaten isn't going to make this work.  It could even bring
unpleasant attention to our group.  She," The Doctor said, tilting his head
down the hall, "has to understand that."

   Paul nodded, then went down the hall.  He knocked, then opened the door.
Melissa could hear Karla starting to raise her voice before the door
closed. A few moments of awkward silence filled the living room as muted
voices came from behind the closed door.

   The Doctor saw Melissa was no longer performing.  "You know, you did a
very, very good job.  I think you'll do wonderfully."

   "Thank you." Melissa said.  She wanted to retreat to her bedroom, too.
She couldn't, though, unless The Doctor let her.

   "Come over here to me, darling.  I want to show you how hot you made
this old man." The Doctor patted his lap.

   Melissa walked closer to him, regretting that she had to stop thinking
about Gerald.  She sat in the Doctor's lap, keeping her eyes down.  She
felt his fingers sliding up her inner thigh and she opened her legs.  She'd
been touched there often since the nightmare began.  They always wanted her
to open her legs.

   The Doctor put an arm around her shoulder and made her lean against his
chest as his fingers found her pussy, still wet for her fantasy of Gerald.
She felt the big fingers sliding between her wet pussy lips.

   "Such a wet little girl.  I knew you could be really hot, if given the
chance.  You like showing off like that, don't you?" The Doctor said.  He
pushed a finger into Melissa, shoving it in deep.

   Not for you, I don't.  She couldn't say that.  She had to keep The
Doctor happy, the same as with all of the Friends.

   "Yes, I liked it." She said.  She squeezed his finger inside her.  She'd
learned that men liked to feel her do that.  If she didn't do it they
sometimes hurt her.  That made her squeeze down, too.  Easier to do it this
way.

   The Doctor began to rub his thumb against her clit.  He had a very good
touch there, almost as good as Karla could do when she wanted to.  Melissa
didn't have to pretend to moan.  She didn't want to, but her body was
making her ready for what the man wanted.

   "Hot little girl slut.  Wanting to be fucked hard, aren't you?" The
Doctor said.  "You want Doc to give you his hard cock!"

   "Yes, Doctor, please give me your hard cock.  Put it in me hard." It was
almost the same every time.  The men wanted her to say dirty things, ask
them to do what they were going to do anyway.  She had to be hurt to make
her do it the first few times.  She found out, though, that saying them
meant the men wouldn't hurt her.  Not as much.  Usually.  She still cringed
inside to say those words.  It hurt, almost to tears to do it, but hurting
inside didn't hurt outside.

   "Down on your knees, little slut!" The Doctor said.  He was breathing
faster.  Melissa could already feel his cock hard inside his pants.  "I
want you to beg for my cock in your mouth!"

   Melissa slid to her knees, between The Doctor's legs.  "Please, please
let me take your cock in my mouth.  Please let me suck it." She kept her
eyes on the bulge.  Usually men wanted that, not caring to meet her eyes.
It was easier to look them in the crotch when she said those things.  It
was less like she was saying them to the man that way.

   "Look me in the eyes, Melissa.  I want to see you beg with your eyes."
The Doctor said.  Melissa knew she would have trouble doing this.  The
Doctor may not be as violent as some of the Friends, but he was still one
of them.  He would get her to do what he wanted.

   Melissa tried to make Gerald re-appear in her mind, sitting here instead
of The Doctor.  This close it wasn't as easy.  The Doctor was so different.
An idea came to her of how to stall.  It was from something one of the
Friends had made her do.

   She leaned into The Doctor's lap and started rubbing her face against
his bulge.  She rubbed her lips and cheeks against it, kissing through the
cloth.  She made herself moan as she did this.  She heard The Doctor
moaning, too.  He liked it.

   It is Gerald.  It is Gerald.  I'm doing this to Gerald.

   She looked up, eyes looking into eyes.  "Please.  Please give me your
cock to suck.  Please let me suck your cock!"

   She could do it, for Gerald.

   "Pull it out, little girl.  God, you are hot tonight!" The Doctor said.
He shifted his hips, making it easier for Melissa to open his pants.

   She did, thankful that she could stop looking up at him.  It was so
hard, this close, to pretend.

   With his cock out, warm and hard in her hand she felt herself back on
familiar ground.  The Doctor was circumcised, the swollen head of his cock
flushed red.  A tiny, but growing, drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit at
the tip.

   Melissa licked the little part of The Doctor's cock that fit like a
point up into the split in the mushroom head.  While Paul and Karla and the
Friends didn't care if she knew how to do math they did make sure she was
trained at pleasing cocks and pussies.  She tickled this sensitive portion
of the man's cock with her tongue.  The Doctor moaned, showing she was
scoring high marks.  When she ran her pointed tongue through the slit at
the tip of his cock, licking up the pre-cum, his hips rose, pushing his
cock up at her.

   Melissa kept her head down, concentrating on his cock, avoiding The
Doctor's eyes.  Opening her mouth wide she surrounded the mushroom-shaped
tip of his cock.  Closing her lips around it, she sucked and licked,
running her tongue around and around the head.  She began to stroke the
shaft of his cock, wrapping her fingers around it, rubbing it up and down.

   Once, years before she was kidnapped, her class had gone on a field trip
to a dairy farm.  The farmer had shown them how cows used to be milked by
hand, squeezing and pulling on the cow's long teat.  She'd seen milk come
out of it.  That was how she thought about stroking men's cocks now.  She
was squeezing and pulling toward the tip, eventually the milky, thick cum
would squirt out.

   The Doctor put his hand on her ponytail.  Melissa winced, feeling his
grip there.  She'd hoped that maybe this time she could just lick the end
and stroke.  Sometimes he let her do it that way.

   "Open wide, little girl.  Here comes the choo-choo." The Doctor said. 
Melissa tried to relax her throat as his hand began to push her head down,
forcing her mouth to take more and more of his cock.

   This didn't hurt as much as when men put it in her butt, but it made her
feel worse.  She could forget about why it hurt when a man put his thing in
her behind.  It hurt, she could concentrate on the pain.

   Her behind didn't have teeth.  She had a way to stop it from being put
in her mouth.  She could bite.  She could hurt him.

   The first time she'd done this Mommy Karla had whipped her all over her
body, over and over for two days.  She hadn't used a wet towel for that. 
She had used a thing made of leather with many tails.  There had not been a
second time.

   Letting a man force into her mouth and throat still felt to her like she
let them.  Like she wanted them to do it.

   The Doctor hit the backs of her mouth, making her gag and cough.  She
fought the urge.  It was what she had been made to do so many times.  Her
mouth filled with his fleshy pole, her jaws already aching, she felt him
shove deeper.  The ridge of flesh around the tip scraped the back of her
throat where the little hangy-down thing was before going deeper.

   Melissa felt his cock-head filling her throat.  Stretching it.  Blocking
air from getting in.  She still needed to gag.  He pulled her head back,
letting her breathe out and in once before going back into her throat.

   "Sweet little cock-sucking girl.  Gagging on my big meat.  Yes, baby,
you take my cock so good!" The Doctor said, more to himself than to
Melissa. His hips were rising as he pushed her head down, going in deeper
still.

   She felt her lips hit the fingers she still had wrapped around the base
of his cock.  She moved her hand out of the way.  If she didn't his thrusts
might make her cut her lip as he pulled and thrust, smashing the lip
between finger and teeth.  It had happened before.

   Making the right noises sometimes helped make this part go faster.  She
began to make moaning and whimpering sounds in her throat with his cock
shoved in.  It made it harder to not gag when she did, but also made men
shoot faster.

   Suddenly The Doctor pulled her head all the way off his cock.  Melissa
gasped, expecting a rush of hot, gooey cum to be landing on her face and in
her mouth.  She had to catch her breath now or choke when he began
shooting.

   "No, not like this.  I want some of that tight little cunt.  Yeah, baby
girl, I want to fuck your cute little pussy with my big cock!" The Doctor
said.  He pushed Melissa's head away from between his legs.  "Lay on your
back."

   Melissa moved back from the chair, laying on her back in the middle of
the living room floor.  Her tube top already askew, she spread her legs. 
The short tennis skirt hid nothing in this position.  She waited for The
Doctor to get between her spread legs and fuck her as he wanted.

   He was still sitting in the chair, though.  "I want to see you play with
it.  Rub your little pussy for me, Melissa.  Look at me while you rub it.
Finger it.  Show me how horny you are." The Doctor said.  His cock still
stood up in his lap.  His hands gripped the arms of the chair, seeming to
Melissa as though he did this to keep from stroking his cock.

   With some distance from him, and the recent practice, it was easier to
make The Doctor become Gerald in her mind.  Melissa put her right hand down
between her spread thighs, watching the person in the chair.  She began to
raise her hips, rubbing her pussy against the palm of her hand.  Her left
hand reached for her left breast, finger and thumb rolling the nipple
there.

   "I'm feeling so hot!  I need you to fill me, fill my hungry hole!"
Melissa said.  She concentrated hard on the person in the chair being
Gerald.  If he were here this would be okay.  She wanted to do this for
him. Only him.

   She felt herself getting wetter.  For Gerald.  She put two of her
slender fingers inside her wet pussy, making sure Gerald could see her do
it.  She pumped them in and out.

   See, I can give this to you, Gerald.  It's okay.  I'm not a virgin like
the other girls.  I can make you feel so good.  You want me, Gerald.  You
want me because you can do things with me.  Melissa's fantasy made the
wrong of being here something better, something right.  She wasn't a virgin
and could give Gerald what he would want better than other girls.

   She stroked her swelling clit with her thumb as she fucked the fingers
in and out, feeling her pussy squeezing down on them as her pleasure
increased.  She had been made to cum before, often by Karla and later by
Paul after Karla showed him what she did.  They had made her learn how to
fake it, too.

   This was the first time, though, that Melissa thought she might cum on
her own.  No, not on her own.  Not her choice.  For Gerald.

   "Stop fingering.  Spank your pussy.  Spank your naughty, wet, little
pussy!" The Doctor/Gerald said.

   Melissa stopped fingering with a moan of frustration.  She flattened her
hand out, raising it a little, then bringing down with a wet smack on her
swollen, wet cunt lips.  Her hips rose as the touch entered her.  She
squeezed her left nipple harder.  She gasped loudly.

   "Harder!  I want to hear you do it harder!" The Doctor/Gerald commanded.

   Anything for you Gerald, Melissa thought.  Even this.

   She raised her hand higher, bringing it down harder.  The wet slap was
louder.  Instead of just a dull impact her fingers made a sting on her
swollen cunt lips.  She felt the pain on her cunt lips, but instead of it
being pain it was almost an electric sensation in her clit.

   Melissa whimpered, her hips bucking against her hand.  She pinched and
twisted her nipple with her left hand, the pain prolonging the pleasing
tingle in her clit.

   "More, bad girl.  Punish your wet little cunt more.  You are a dirty
little slut and need to be spanked!" The Doctor said.  Would Gerald call
her names?  Was he calling her names?

   If he wanted to he could.  She would let him.  She would be a slut for
him.  She'd been one for men she didn't like.  She could be the best slut
Gerald ever saw.

   "Yes, YES!" Melissa said.  Her slapping hand began to strike over and
over.  Each slap made her hips jump higher, her clit swollen and throbbing
with the charge building in her body.  Her left hand let go of her left
nipple, now grabbing and pinching at the right.  New pain, fresh pain,
driving her body up higher.  She could feel her stomach muscles tighten,
like the spring on a mechanical toy being wound up.  Her pussy muscles were
clenching and clenching again, trying to squeeze at something, anything. 
Her bottom, raised off the floor by her aching thrust up to the pain didn't
really settle back to the floor anymore.  Her feet were flat on the floor,
raising her hips into the pleasure-pain.

   She couldn't look at Gerald anymore.  She was whipping her head back and
forth with each slap.  Shaking her head no against the pain, but craving
where it was taking her.  She knew she was panting and moaning faster with
each slap.  Being so slutty for Gerald.

   Gerald was there, between her legs, yanking her hand away before she
could slap again.  He had his cock out and was pushing it against her
pussy. Her pussy, sore from the spanking welcomed his pain.  His cock
stretching her empty cunt, filling it, feeding it.

   Gerald...

   The Doctor was over her instead, inside of her.  She opened her mouth to
tell him to stop, pull out, give her back to Gerald, but it was too late.
Her body had been wound too tight.  The tension burst forth and she
screamed, feeling her cunt clamping around The Doctor's cock.  She felt her
belly tighten into a knot of terrible, bright release.

   She was cumming on The Doctor's cock.  Hard.  His cock was ramming into
her as deep as it could go.  Her bottom was pinned to the floor under his
weight.  She realized her legs were wrapped around his hips, trying to pull
him even deeper.

   What would Gerald think?

   As her orgasm past the peak, reality slid back down over her like
curtain on a stage.

   Gerald had never been here.  Only The Doctor and her imagination.

   "GODDAMN!  WHAT A FUCK!" The Doctor said.  His voice was strained, his
hips mashed to her little pelvis.  His breath panting in and out rapidly.

   Melissa felt the jerking of his cock inside her that always meant a man
had cum.  Each jerk sent a pulse through her body, her own orgasm fading.
She started to shake as the tension her body had been under was finally
released in full.

   The Doctor ground into her as his cum flooded her little pussy.  As he
began to soften he pulled out, leaving Melissa to feel the oozing of the
cream-thick cum between her pussy lips.

   Melissa was still shaking.  She started to bring her hands up to her
face, to roll over, turning away from the man who had just fucked her.  Her
heart wanted to stop beating at the humiliation.  This man, one of the
Friends, had made her cum on his cock.  That part had always been forced
out of her, or faked.  It had never been something she wanted to have
happen.  Now her body had betrayed her, letting her enjoy being used by one
of these people.

   She had behaved like the slut they always called her.

   She wanted to curl up and die.  Hot tears of anger and shame flooded her
eyes.

   For the first time in many months she began to pray.  She'd stopped when
God didn't send the police to rescue her.  Why pray when God was so
uncaring as to let these people keep her?

   This time, though, she didn't pray for rescue, or for the safety of her
parents and little sister.  She prayed to God to let her die.

   Someone pulled her hands down from her face.  She couldn't see through
the tears.  Something wet, musky smelling was being thrust against her
lips.

   "Clean my cock, little girl.  You deserve to after that fuck!  Man, I
think I can still feel it!" The Doctor said.  He had a grip on her hair. 
It was his wet, cum-covered cock being pushed against her lips.

   Sobbing, Melissa opened her mouth, her prayer to uncaring God cut short.
She took his wet cock into her mouth, sucking and licking the salty flavor
of his cum and her own, sweeter wetness from his flesh.

   Deserve.  Yes.  She deserved to be treated like this, like a slut.  She
had acted like one.

   ***

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