Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Sadistic Daddy
Title: Enduring Sacrifice 2
Part: Chapter 2
Summary: Melissa has dreams and she has the hope to attain them, despite
being an unwilling slave.
Keywords: Fg, Mg, Mdom, bd, sm, oral

   ENDURING SACRIFICE

   [ part 2 ]

   "I'm happy to see that you managed to get some different clothes,
Melissa." Ms.  Parker said.  "I know you didn't mean to, but you were
showing an awful lot of yourself.  I hope you are more comfortable, too."

   "Yes, Ms.  Parker." Melissa said.  Mommy Karla had gotten her some newer
clothes.  Today Melissa had on a short, blue denim skirt and a white
blouse. She held her books to her chest, trying to help hide the fact that
she didn't have a bra on.  Mommy Karla hadn't gotten one for her and the
white blouse didn't hide the darker flesh of her aureole and nipples.

   "You are really very attractive, Melissa.  I know the boys in class
spend a lot of time looking at you." Ms.  Parker said.  She stepped closer
to the girl, putting a hand on her shoulder.  The blouse, though used, felt
newer.  It didn't hug her breasts as much as some of her old school clothes
had.  "I can't say that I blame them."

   Melissa thought she heard something in the teacher's voice.  A hint of
the way the Friends talked to her.  Was Ms.  Parker thinking of her like
that?  She felt the room start to spin.  She kept her feet planted where
they were, keeping calm through force of will.

   The teacher's hand brushed down Melissa's arm, touching lower and lower
before finally falling away.  Melissa felt her ears burn.  She kept her
eyes on the floor, afraid to look Ms.  Parker in the eye.

   "Are you coming to the dance tonight?  I happen to be a chaperone.  I
volunteered.  I like dancing.  I don't get to do it very often." Ms. 
Parker said.  "You look like you would be a very graceful dancer."

   The dance.  Gerald.  The pain in her heart at having to miss going to
the dance burned like fire.  She had wanted to ask, hoping to find a way to
make it seem like the school expected her to go.  There really wasn't any
way to do it, though.  Mommy and Daddy didn't want her talking unless they
talked to her first.  Asking for anything was not a smart thing to do.

   "My parents, they, don't want me to, uh, do things like that." Melissa
said.  "Yet.  They think I'm too young." She wondered how much longer Ms.
Parker would keep her.  The bus might leave without her.

   "Yes, some parents are very strict.  I tend to think that maturity
happens in different ways for different people." Ms.  Parker said.  "I
think you are very mature for your age." The teacher edged a little closer.
Melissa felt like backing away, but couldn't be sure she should.  She could
smell the teacher's perfume, and maybe something else.  "Very mature, and
smart."

   "Thank you." Melissa said.  She could feel her ears flushing.  The
feeling in her heart wasn't exactly like when one of the Friends told her
she was sexy.  She knew that they said things like that to help get them
worked up.  She didn't feel Ms.  Parker was doing that same exact thing.

   "I think you could really benefit from some private tutoring, Melissa.
Your homework, though complete, usually looks like you did it as fast as
you could.  I know you are smarter than that." Ms.  Parker said.  "I would
be glad to spend some time with you, helping you reach your potential."

   The words meant one thing, but Melissa had been around people who
enjoyed her body for too long.  She could feel that her potential wasn't
all that Ms.  Parker wanted to reach.

   "I, uh, will have to ask my parents about it." Melissa said.  "I better
go, or I will miss my bus."

   "Oh, dear, I'm sorry.  They are all pulling out!" Ms.  Parker said. 
Melissa looked out the classroom window and saw that this was the case. 
She felt panic clutch her heart.  If she didn't get home on time she would
be in a lot of trouble.  The fear of how much trouble she was in even
overwhelmed her regret at not being able to see Gerald on the bus.

   "Let me make it up to you, Melissa.  I'll drive you home." Ms.  Parker
said.  The teacher once more put her hand on Melissa's shoulder.  Melissa
felt a squeeze there, then the hand stroking down her back, stopping just
short of going down to her bottom.

   Melissa felt herself pulled in different directions.  She liked Ms. 
Parker, as a teacher.  In one of her daydream moods she often thought about
becoming a teacher just like her.  The teacher's concern for her had also
made her think of Ms.  Parker as a good person.  Now, though, she felt Ms.
Parker thought of her in a totally different way.

   If she hadn't been through so much in the last couple of years maybe it
would all seem innocent to her.  She couldn't get those years back, though,
or her innocence.  She had to deal with Ms.  Parker here and now, including
knowing that the teacher wanted to do things to her.

   Melissa hadn't ever had a choice, before.  Not with Paul or Karla or any
of the Friends.  Her first few times they had forced her, hurting her. 
Later they made her do what they wanted; hurting her if she didn't please
them, or maybe just because they wanted to.

   Now, though, she felt that she had a choice.  Not much of one.  She
could say no to Ms.  Parker.  Her real life, away from the relative safety
of the school didn't give her a choice of saying yes.

   Do I want to say yes?  Do I want to make Ms.  Parker happy?  That
question was the real core here.

   "I guess I do," Melissa said, "need a ride home." She turned back,
looking at Ms.  Parker.  She used her hidden side, the side that she didn't
show at school.  She looked at Ms.  Parker to see what the teacher wanted
from her.

   Was it really so bad to be wanted by her teacher?  Paul and Karla had
given Melissa to a few other women.  Instead of gentleness these women
often proved to like hurting her for their own pleasure even more than most
of the men.

   When she looked into Ms.  Parker's eyes her hidden side saw only
gentleness and caring.  Her teacher was someone who liked her, Melissa, as
a person, not just her body.

   "Let me get my purse.  I'll be happy to drive you." Ms.  Parker said. 
She smiled at Melissa before turning away.

   Melissa waited, turning her mind inward on her private thoughts and the
big question.  Do I want to make Ms.  Parker happy?  If she could choose to
give her body to Ms.  Parker, did she want to?

   Her fantasies about Gerald made her feel good.  They felt right.  She
wanted to be with Gerald, even in the ways she knew girls her age
shouldn't. She hadn't really imagined feeling that way about anyone else.

   With the way that Paul and Karla moved her around in the last two years
she had seen a more teachers than she would have if this had never happened
to her.  Some of them had been nice, but a lot of them had just been doing
their jobs.  Ms.  Parker acted different.  Not just nice, but spending time
with the kids in the class, showing them that they could do the work and
learn.  If I make her feel good isn't that like a reward for being a good
teacher?

   "Okay, let's get you home, Melissa.  I'll come back and get the papers
and things I need to grade tonight after I drop you off." Ms.  Parker said.

   "Oh, but then you have to come back here!" Melissa said.

   "I don't want to make you too late, my dear.  I don't want to bring any
trouble into your life." Ms.  Parker said.  She led Melissa out of the
classroom, heading for the staff parking lot.

   Trouble into my life.  Melissa thought that a funny irony.  She thought
she had a much better grasp of the meaning of that word now.  Her life had
become nothing but trouble, punctuated with the brief, precious safety of
school.  She followed her teacher, watching the way the older woman's body
moved, the confidence and grace.

   Ms.  Parker's car was a small, white two-door hatchback.  The teacher
unlocked the passenger door and Melissa sat carefully, tucking her skirt
under her bottom.  This newer skirt wasn't as short as the ones she had
been wearing, but still short.  As she sat down and prepared to swing her
legs in she noticed Ms.  Parker looking at her, at her legs, really.

   Melissa felt her face flush a little.  Her heart beat faster.  It was
all so confusing.  She swung her legs in and pulled the car door closed as
Ms.  Parker went around to the driver's side.

   With Gerald it was easy.  It was natural.  A boy and a girl, that was
natural.  She had been attracted to the good-looking older boy from her
first day at this school.  It was part of how things were in the world,
like mommy and daddy, and like all the things she had seen on TV.

   A woman and a girl was part of the new reality.  It was like the way
Mommy Karla played with her on the first night after they kidnapped her. 
Mommy Karla knew how to make her squirm, get wet and even cum, even if she
didn't want it to happen.  The other women, the ones who were Friends, they
knew these things and also how to hurt her in ways that the men didn't seem
to know.

   But she wasn't given to Ms.  Parker.  Ms.  Parker who had been nice to
her, complimenting her schoolwork when she did it well.  Caring about how
she could do it better.  Paying attention to her, not just her body.

   The tiny car held them, close together, Ms.  Parker's shoulder almost
touching Melissa's.  The teacher's skirt was longer, going all the way to
the knee.  Even so, Melissa could see her teacher's well-formed calves. 
She looked at her teacher, imagining her with her clothes being taken off.
It wouldn't be so bad.  I could enjoy time with her.

   "Melissa?" Ms.  Parker said.  Melissa realized that Ms.  Parker had been
speaking to her while she was in private thoughts.  "Which was do we go to
your house?"

   Melissa hurriedly gave Ms.  Parker directions, her ears burning a
little. She flinched as the teacher's hand brushed her knee, shifting the
small car into reverse.

   Melissa realized she wasn't scared of Ms.  Parker.  The teacher had
shown her only kindness and guidance over the weeks and months she had
attended school here.  She deliberately moved her knee back near the
gearshift lever as the teacher accelerated and shifted into high.  The
teacher's fingers were against Melissa's knee.

   She glanced at Ms.  Parker, who had been looking her way.  She looked
into those eyes, seeing them searching her in return.  The fingers at her
knee stirred, so little that it could have been just an accident.  The look
in her teacher's eyes said it wasn't.  Melissa looked back at her, and kept
her knee there.  I know what you want.

   Ms.  Parker remembered she was driving in time to get back on her side
of the road.  As they got closer Melissa gave directions to guide her. 
When she looked at the teacher she could see that the older woman was
breathing faster than normal.  Melissa also thought that she could smell
her getting aroused.  I am getting a little wet, too.

   As Melissa directed her teacher where to stop, the teacher moved her
hand from the gearshift to Melissa's knee.  The palm was moist and warm,
the fingers curling against the sensitive skin at the inside of the knee.

   "May I come in, Melissa?" Ms.  Parker asked.  Her voice was a little
breathier than usual.

   Melissa put her hand on top of her teacher's hand, feeling how soft the
skin on the back of the older woman's hand was.  She couldn't let a
stranger into the house.  Not ever.  She glanced at the driveway and saw
Mommy Karla's car as well as another car she thought belonged to the
Doctor.

   "I'm sorry, but I really can't today.  Thank you, Ms.  Parker.  For the
ride, and, well, everything." Melissa said.  She gave her teacher's hand a
light squeeze, and then opened the car door, getting out.

   She stood by the side of the road until her teacher drove off.  When her
teacher was out of sight she walked to the front door.  As she had feared,
Mommy Karla had seen.  The door swung open before Melissa got to it.  Mommy
Karla was scowling already.

   "What was THAT?  I come home early and expect to see you get off the
bus. It drives past!  I was just about to make a phone call to the Friends
to let them know that they could go ahead with getting your little sister!"
Mommy Karla said, after she had shut the door.

   Melissa put her books down and knelt to kiss Karla's shoes.  Karla
pulled her shoes away before Melissa could do so.

   "I asked you a question, slut!  Now answer me!  I can still make that
phone call!" Karla said.  She had grabbed Melissa's hair, yanking her head
back to yell into her face.

   "Now, Karla, let the girl tell you.  Screaming at her isn't going to
tell you anything." The Doctor said.  He moved closer, putting his hand on
Mommy Karla's arm.

   "M- my teacher.  She was talking to me... after class.  She didn't let
me go in time to catch the bus.  She gave me a ride home." Melissa said. 
She felt tears start in her eyes from the pain of Karla's pull on her hair
and the fear that the older woman would make that phone call.

   "Talking to you?  About what?  Your clothes aren't that bad today."
Mommy Karla said.  Melissa could hear suspicion in her voice.  Suspicion
and fear.  The last one wasn't something Melissa thought she had ever heard
in Karla's voice before.

   "She, she wanted to say that they were...better." Melissa said.  She
wondered if she should tell Karla about what the teacher wanted from her.
No!  She couldn't lie if Mommy Karla asked direct questions, but if she
didn't ask for information directly then not telling her wasn't lying.

   "That doesn't take very long.  You know better than to lie to me, slut!"
Mommy Karla raised her free hand, getting ready to slap Melissa.

   Melissa closed her eyes, expecting to feel the slap, but it didn't land.

   "No, Karla.  We need her looking perfect tomorrow night.  No marks.  Not
anywhere." The Doctor said.  Melissa opened her eyes and saw him holding
Karla's wrist.

   "To hell with that!  Paul is out doing god knows what and this little
bitch comes home riding in a car!  I don't give a shit about your plans for
her!" Karla said.  Her voice was rising in shrillness.  She struggled
against the Doctor's grasp.

   "Karla!  Come to your senses, woman!  We have made it possible for you
and Paul to live and work here.  We found you this house, found you jobs,
got you fake papers and resumes and forged transcripts for Melissa.  You
owe us!" The Doctor said.  Though normally good-natured, his face and tone
were commanding now.

   Mommy Karla let go of Melissa's hair, finally yanking her other wrist
from the Doctor's grasp.  She turned away from them both, bringing her
hands up to her face, sobbing.  Melissa lowered her head, but remained
kneeling on the floor.  She watched out of the corner of her eye as the
Doctor put his hands on Karla's shoulders.  Karla turned, pressing her face
to the man's chest.

   "He had said he was taking off early this afternoon.  I came home to
meet him, but he's not here.  I'm so afraid.  What if he has gone back to
his old ways?  What if he was in an accident?  What if... Oh, god, I don't
know what!" Mommy Karla said.  Her voice was broken by sobs, strained by
crying.

   "We don't know why he isn't here yet.  Did he say why he was taking off
early?  Maybe he stopped to do some shopping." The Doctor said.  He patted
Karla's back.  His voice had gone back to its calmer state, comforting the
crying woman.

   "No, he didn't say.  I just, I- I am worried.  You know what he did. 
Before me.  Before I started helping him.  Before we took her." Mommy Karla
said.  She sniffed back tears, accepting the Doctor's handkerchief, wiping
her nose.

   "Yes, I know.  I also know I made it clear to him that we can't have him
doing that anymore.  Not now.  There is too much at stake.  Too many people
who would be at risk." The Doctor said.  "I'm sure it's not that.  I can't
have you messing up, either.  "

   Mommy Karla nodded, but Melissa could see on her face that she wasn't
convinced.  The woman's face was still pinched with worry.

   "I'll get dinner started." Karla said, walking into the kitchen.  The
Doctor watched her go, and then sighed.  Melissa heard worry in his sigh
that seemed to be about more than just Mommy Karla.

   The Doctor was silent.  Melissa could see by his feet that he was turned
to look out the front window.  The heavy curtains that usually hid the
actions in the house from outside eyes were drawn open.  His feet then
approached Melissa where she still knelt.

   "Well, little one, what are we going to do with you, hm?" The Doctor
said.  His hand stroked her hair.  Melissa felt it like a stroke given to a
dog.  His feet moved away and she heard him settle into the good chair.

   "C'mon up here and sit in my lap." The Doctor said.  His voice seemed
heavy with concern.  Melissa wasn't sure it was about her.

   Rising from the floor she settled her bottom on the Doctor's lap.  His
arm went around her far shoulder, pulling her upper body against his chest.
Melissa leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder.  She expected
one of his familiar, gentle molestations, yet his hands just held her.  The
Doctor never held her like this.  His cock wasn't getting erect under her
bottom, his hands weren't exploring her.

   Melissa sensed that whatever had upset Karla also worried the Doctor
more than he let show.  She filed the information away.  She didn't know if
she would ever need it, but it did seem important.

   "We've been so busy, so concerned about your meeting tomorrow night,
little one," The Doctor said, "but you've prepared well.  I know what your
Mommy and Daddy are going to get from it, and what I will gain.  I never
thought about what you might want as a reward."

   Melissa hadn't thought about it, either.  No one rewarded her when they
gave her to one of the Friends.  Christmas and birthday times had come and
gone without her being given anything special.  Well, not something she
wanted.  The first Christmas Karla had tied her standing upright and
wrapped her in tree lights.  Paul and Karla took turns making her sing
Christmas songs while they unwrapped the gifts they gave each other, then
both had used her, still wearing the blinking lights.  Last Christmas had
been even worse.  Karla made her dress in an elf costume, and then Paul
drove her to one of the Friends.  The man was fat, but not jolly.  Wearing
a Santa costume, he proceeded to hurt her, over and over.  He continued the
holiday spirit by using giant peppermint sticks in her pussy and ass.  He
had kept saying "Ho, ho, ho!" as he fucked her face.

   Did the Doctor really mean to give her some sort of reward?

   "What would you like, Melissa?  A toy?  Some pretty clothes?  A pet?"
The Doctor said.  Even now, talking to her, Melissa heard him speaking like
his mind was far away.  His hand just stroked her arm.

   Toys?  Melissa hadn't played with anything in the last two years.  She
thought about having some nice clothes to wear to school.  That set a spark
in her heart, a spark of hope.

   "I," she said, "think a pretty dress would be nice, but I don't have
anywhere to wear it." She wasn't quite ready to ask for what she really
wanted.  She waited to see how this would be received.

   "No, I suppose not.  It's not like Mommy lets you wear fancy clothes to
school, or let you go anywhere else.  Where would you want to wear a pretty
dress?" The Doctor said.  His attention turned toward her more.

   "They have dances.  At school.  There is one tonight." Melissa said. 
She didn't care about the dress so much.  She did hope that maybe the
Doctor could make Paul and Karla take her to the dance, so she could dance
with Gerald.

   The Doctor sighed, moving his hand to her hair, stroking it.  "I don't
think tonight would be a good one.  Things are a little strained right
now." Melissa felt her spark of hope dying.

   With very little in her life to hope for she probably shouldn't have
bothered this time.  The Doctor may have been kinder than Paul or Karla,
but he still used her, made her do dirty things.  He still wanted her for
the holes in her body.  He didn't really care about what she wanted.  Just
a slut.

   "I will make you a promise, though, Melissa.  If everything works out
tomorrow the way I want it I will make sure you get a pretty dress to wear
and go to the next dance at school."

   Not tonight, but the next one.  She might still get to dance with
Gerald! How often did the school have dances?  Melissa thought they did
them once a month, but she hadn't really paid attention.

   "Thank you!" She put her arms around the Doctor's neck and squeezed him,
her face buried into his neck.

   "Well, if I had known it meant so much to you I might have tried to make
it happen before!" The Doctor said.  His chest rumbled lightly with a
chuckle.  Her reaction had broken the spell that had distracted him.

   Melissa sniffed back tears of anticipated happiness.  She couldn't be
sure he really meant he would have helped her before, but it didn't matter.
She had hope for the future.

   "Now, tell me about this teacher.  Is she giving you trouble?" The
Doctor said.

   "No.  Not trouble.  She, uh, likes me." Melissa said.  "She wants to
help me study."

   The Doctor turned his face down to hers, dark eyes looking into hers. 
"Do you really believe it's just study help she wants to give you?"

   Melissa felt her face hot.  The Doctor was no fool.

   "No, I didn't think so.  You are an attractive girl, Melissa, and by now
you know that can attract attention." He said.  "What is the teacher's
name?"

   For two heartbeats Melissa hesitated.  She didn't feel right telling the
Doctor her teacher's name.  She thought about lying, but realized that the
truth would be easy for him to learn in other ways.  "Ms.  Parker."

   "Ms.  Parker.  You like her, don't you, Melissa?" He asked.

   "Yes.  She, well, she helps me.  Not just me, other kids at school, too.
She's a good teacher."

   "Yes, I'm sure she is a good teacher." The Doctor said.  "Maybe you
should get some tutoring.  In private."

   The Doctor was going to have her spend time alone with Ms.  Parker.  She
wasn't sure why he wanted her to do that.  Ms.  Parker wasn't one of the
Friends.

   It changed things, though.  Before she felt like she had a choice.  A
choice to say yes or no.  The Doctor was now making the choice for her. 
It's the choice I wanted to make.  It hurt, even when she wanted something
to happen to have the choice taken from her.

   "I will set things up.  Karla or Paul will tell you when it is okay to
have the teacher bring you home.  To study." The Doctor said.

   The sound of a car door closing outside the house drew the Doctor's
attention back to the window.  "Karla, Paul is back!  He's got the Geek
with him!" The Doctor scooted Melissa off his lap, getting ready to stand
up.

   Karla came out of the kitchen; her eyes still red from tears.  She still
looked concerned.

   Melissa took up a kneeling position by the door.  The Geek was what
everyone in the Friends called Ryan, though not to his face.  She saw his
big bulk walking behind Paul through the window as she moved to the door.
She would be expected to greet them both.  She put the Doctor's decision
about Ms.  Parker and his promise out of her mind.  She had to begin
performing as they had trained her.

   The door opened and Melissa kept her head down.  As Paul's feet came
close enough she bent to kiss them, narrowly avoiding having her hand
stepped on by Karla who rushed to Paul, clinging to him.

   "Where have you been?  You had said you were taking off early, I had
assumed you would be here!  When you weren't I was so afraid!  I thought
you had gone back to-..." Karla was cut off.

   "Let's not talk about that in front of mixed company!" Paul said, his
voice stern.  "Not everyone needs to know about that.  Anyway, the reason I
took off was because something Ryan wanted to show me.  I thought it would
just take a few minutes, but we got to talking about it.  Time got away on
us while we brainstormed."

   "Well, I'm glad to know everything is okay." The Doctor said.  "What is
it, Ryan, that got Paul here so distracted he forgot about his loving
family?"

   "Do my shoes, too, girl!" Ryan said.  He pushed one big foot closer to
Melissa's head.  She had been busy trying not to get stepped on as Karla
pressed against Paul.  Her head quickly bent to the toe of the raggedy
athletic shoe worn by the un-athletic Ryan.

   "If you wait until I get the laptop fired up, I'll show you.  I think
this could really be big!" Ryan said, after Melissa finished kissing the
tips of his shoes.  He walked past her, carrying a heavy laptop bag. 
Melissa kept her head down, but watched carefully from her position on the
floor.

   "I'm just glad you are alright, and that you are here." Karla said.  She
hugged Paul hard, and then let go of him.  "I'll go finish dinner." She
left the room again, her voice still rough from emotion.

   Ryan set up the laptop on the coffee table, turning it on.  Melissa
could only see the back of the open lid from where she knelt.

   "Get over here and suck my cock, slut!" Ryan said to Melissa.  She
started to crawl forward.

   "No, Melissa.  Just stay there." The Doctor said.  "She's off-limits
tonight, Ryan."

   "Off-limits?  What the fuck is this shit?  Why?" Ryan said.

   "Take it easy.  She's been off-limits all week." Paul said.  "Even to
Karla and me."

   "You still ain't said why!" Ryan said.  "Since when is the slut
off-limits?"

   "This doesn't concern you, Ryan.  She is, for now.  That's all you need
to know." The Doctor said.

   "The fuck it doesn't concern me!  I pull my weight, and yeah, I know
it's a lot!  You need me to help keep things going!  If it wasn't for me
the cops would be checking into this little slut the second you put her in
school!" Ryan said.  His fleshy face grew red and he started to wheeze when
he drew in air to speak.  "I got a right to share in using her!  That's
what the Friends are for!"

   "Ryan, I am not denying you the use of her to piss you off.  I have very
good reasons for what I'm doing and for keeping those reasons to myself. 
You'll have to trust me that it is for the good of everyone in the Friends.
You are correct, you do a very important job and I am grateful.  I won't
tell you why you can't use her tonight, though.  What you don't know you
can't be made to tell, not now, not ever.  You know enough about security
work to know that."

   Ryan stared at the Doctor, his eyes glaring.  Melissa could tell he
wanted to press the issue.

   "Look, we'll give you some time with her later, extra, okay?  Just think
of the fun you'll have testing your new toy on her!" Paul said.  "Now,
let's show the Doc what you've got.  I know he'll be as impressed as I am!"

   Ryan nodded, settling his wide frame on the couch, facing the laptop's
screen.  Paul made way to allow the Doctor to sit next to Ryan.

   "This is from an idea I've had for some time.  I didn't tell anyone
about it until now because I wanted to test it out before I did.  I wanted
to be sure I could make it do what I wanted." Ryan said.  He manipulated
the laptop.  Melissa could see colors flash across the surface of his
glasses.

   "Is that a blow-up doll?" The Doctor said.  Melissa could hear him
starting to chuckle, but holding back.

   Ryan apparently heard it to.  His teeth were clenched when he replied.
"I needed a test dummy that was close to anatomic."

   "And the doll is on some sort of restraint device?" The Doctor asked.

   "Not just a restraint device.  It's an entire torture platform!" Ryan
said.  He smiled, pride rising in his voice.  "Every part of it can be
activated and controlled.  It will hold a girl immobile and torture her any
way you want.  All you have to do is tell it what you want done."

   "Yes, I can see how that would be interesting." The Doctor said. 
Melissa watched him glance to Paul.  "You've seen him demonstrate it on
his, ah, test dummy?"

   "Yes, I have.  It really works, but that's not the best part!  Go on,
tell Doc your plan!" Paul said.  His face was split by a wide grin.

   "I designed the control interface to be simple to operate, but with
certain interfaces built in.  The whole thing can be operated remotely. 
You don't even have to be in the same room.  The control unit's CPU will
accept instructions via TCP/IP!"

   "Ryan, you know I barely know how to turn a computer on.  You'll have to
spell this out for me, and please stop using all those technical letters!"
The Doctor said.

   "You can operate it simply by clicking on things and you don't have to
be there.  You can be in the next room or half-way around the world!" Ryan
said.  His eyes gleamed behind the thick lenses.

   "Yes, but how will you know that it is doing anything if you aren't
there?" The Doctor asked.

   "Simple web cam and microphone to pick up any sounds she makes.  You can
watch the machine torture the girl live on your computer screen, even hear
her." Ryan said.

   "But most of the Friends would prefer to have a girl where they can get
their own hands on her.  I'm not sure they'd be interested." The Doctor
said.  He shook his head.  "I can see that you put a lot of work into it,
but..."

   "Not the Friends, Doc.  Customers." Paul said.

   "Customers?"

   "Yep, customers.  Guys all over the world already pay good money to
watch some bored cunt rub her twat or play with toys.  I bet we could get
guys willing to pay even more to actually torture a bitch and we don't have
to let them near her." Ryan said.  "We could make them pay to watch and pay
even more to do things.  I've got a sample interface already programmed to
do just that.  You pay money into an account and each thing you do has a
price attached.  The more you want to do the more it costs!"

   The Doctor was silent for a few moments.  Melissa could feel a chill of
fear down her spine at the topic.  She realized that if these men wanted to
do this that they would put her on this machine they were talking about.

   "Is there a way to do it so that the cops can't hack in or find out
where this thing is being done?  How do customers find us?  We can't go
e-mailing spam to people about it." The Doctor said.

   "I can make it so that they can't find us, even if they are paying us.
And make it so they can't capture the screen images to share, sell or use
as evidence.  As for customers finding us we just need to tell a few
discreet people and let them share it with a few more.  Pretty soon we'll
have more customers than you can shake your dick at."

   "I don't think I want customers to shake my dick at, but I admit, it
does have some possibilities." The Doctor said.  He stroked his chin.  "You
think we could really make a lot doing this?"

   "Doc, we could be sitting on a gold mine, here." Paul said.  "Porn is
the only real way to make money off the Internet.  We can log on and
download us some big bucks!"

   "Not every porn site makes big bucks.  I do know a few people in that
trade.  They say they could make more money if they moved their operation
off shore, but they aren't in a hurry to move."

   "I think Ryan's onto something, though.  We can talk it over after
dinner, okay?" Paul asked.

   "Yes, after dinner." The Doctor said.

   "Ah, my cue!  Gentlemen, dinner is ready!" Mommy Karla said.

   Melissa had changed for dinner into "at home" clothes.  As there were
only four chairs her plate was set upon the floor.  At Ryan's request for
"dinner with a view" she had to kneel on the floor with her back to the
table, giving Ryan the full view of her bottom as she knelt over her plate
to eat.

   The shame of this kept her from hearing much of what was discussed over
the table.  After the four had finished dinner she had been left to wash
up.

   Paul had taken Ryan home by the time she finished the dishwashing.  The
Doctor was discussing plans for the next evening's appointment with Mommy
Karla.

   "And there's our little angel.  No dishpan hands, I hope?" The Doctor
was his jovial self again.

   "No, sir." Melissa said.  She stood waiting, not sure what would happen
next.  The past week, since the Doctor's last visit had been the longest
she had been without being hurt or used for sex since Paul and Karla had
kidnapped her.

   "Karla, why don't you get her dress for tomorrow and let's see how she
looks." The Doctor said.  "Melissa, take off your clothes, the collar, too.
I want to see what our young man is going to see tomorrow."

   Melissa pulled off the tight sleeveless sweater and the short, red plaid
skirt she wore.  Removing the collar felt strange, in front of others.  She
was used to only taking it off in the mornings, getting ready for school.
Removing it now seemed to leave her feeling even more naked than being
undressed.

   Karla returned with a black dress on a hanger and a pair of black
panties.  As she handed them to Melissa the girl corrected her assumption.
These were thongs, not panties.  She stepped into them, pulling them up her
slender legs, feeling the narrow back pulling between her bottom cheeks.

   "Here, step into this." Mommy Karla said.  She had the dress off of its
hangar.  Melissa stepped carefully into the dress, feeling its material
slither against her flesh.  Karla raised the dress up and let Melissa slip
her arms through the straps.  She reached behind her for the zipper,
realizing that the back of the dress was very revealing.  The zipper rose
only to the point where the back of her thong was covered.  The rest of her
back was completely bare.

   The front of the dress didn't cover much, either.  The V of the neckline
plunged down below her pert breasts, ending just a couple of inches higher
than her bellybutton.  Her breasts were covered, but not very much.  The
inner curves of her breasts showed through the plunging neckline.  The
satiny material of the dress clung to her small tits, outlining her nipples
through the material.  The hem of the dress revealed a lot of her legs,
too, by falling to just a couple of inches below her pussy.  The Doctor had
her spin around to view the dress from every angle.

   "Wow!  She looks so sexy!" The Doctor said.  Melissa glanced at him,
noticing him re-adjust his posture to relieve pressure on his swelling
cock. "If that doesn't inspire out boy then he's not normal!"

   "I had to take it in at a few places and this material is a bitch to
work with." Karla said.  She ran her hands over Melissa, smoothing the
material here, tugging there.

   "You did a fantastic job.  Believe me, the work is worth it.  You'll be
getting enough to pay for the aggravation." The Doctor spoke to Karla, but
his eyes didn't leave Melissa's body.

   Melissa felt his gaze almost as a palpable force, touching her all over.
Even though the dress covered more than a lot of her "at home" clothes she
felt more exposed.  Unlike the too-small clothes she normally wore this one
was designed to cover yet reveal her.  Her nipples stiffened and she grew
moist.  The way she had been made to live left her feeling embarrassment as
a prelude to being used.  I'm just used to getting wet.  To make it easier.

   "It better be.  Paul's already bitching about not getting to use her.  I
don't mind so much.  He's been giving me more than usual." Mommy Karla
smirked.  "But what bites my ass is that we can't even smack this bitch. 
She dropped a plate last night and broke it.  I wanted to make her pay with
her ass, but held back." Karla pinched Melissa's ass through the skirt,
making it look like she was tugging on the dress.  Melissa flinched but
didn't cry out.  It hurt, but not as much as it could have.

   "Yes, not much longer.  After tomorrow night she'll be all yours again.
What sort of mood music do you have for the evening?" The Doctor said.

   "Mood music?  What, like for them to fuck to?  What do you suggest? 
Music in the key of whore?  Maybe we should put on `One Trick Pony'?" Mommy
Karla giggled her mean giggle.  Melissa didn't understand the humor, even
if it was Karla's mean sort.  The song wasn't familiar to her.

   "Well, I don't mean `Scarborough Fair'." The Doctor said.  His tone was
a little bit on the mean side, too.  Melissa wished she understood what
they meant by these things, but it wasn't clear.  Is he being mean to me,
or to her?

   "That's not funny!  Don't even use that word!  That was before he met
me!" Karla said.  Her voice was getting shrill and her face reddened. 
Melissa started to shake.  Usually when Karla got mad it meant pain.

   The Doctor didn't look scared, staring back at Mommy Karla's angry face.
He just nodded, slowly.

   "Yes.  I know.  Let's see, then.  Maybe something a bit more
contemporary." The Doctor said.  He seemed relaxed.  Melissa could never
relax when Mommy Karla got angry, but for some reason the Doctor didn't
seem afraid.  "I think I've got something in the car that would be
suitable. It's not the rap crap kids listen to these days, but its not a
moldy oldie, either." He rose from the chair.  "Karla, why don't you go get
the shoes for her to wear tomorrow."

   Mommy Karla was still staring daggers at him.  "You don't scare me.  We
know things about you, too!"

   "Yes, I know you know.  You know I know you know.  We are a very
knowledgeable family." The Doctor said.  A smile tugged at the corners of
his mouth.  Melissa was even more confused.  He sounded like he was quoting
something.

   "Well, go on, then.  Get your damn music!" Mommy Karla said.  Melissa
could see tension in the muscles of the older woman's back like coiled
springs waiting to let go.  She wanted to move away from Karla.  There was
violence waiting to be let out in her body.

   "First, go get the shoes.  And don't return to this room until I do. 
Melissa needs to be perfect tomorrow.  I won't have her showing up
bruised." The Doctor said.  He took a step toward Karla.

   Mommy Karla turned on her heel and stomped away to the bedroom, slamming
the door behind her.

   "If she comes out, run to me, Melissa.  I shouldn't have pushed her
buttons.  I get fed up with her manipulations, though." The Doctor said. 
He went to the door and exited the house.

   Melissa couldn't stop shaking.  When Mommy Karla was mad, like now, she
was very, very mean.  When the plate had broken last night only Daddy Paul
had managed to stop Karla from hurting her.  Karla had scratched him to the
point of bleeding on his shoulders.  He had then punched Karla in the
stomach, ordering Melissa to her room.  She had lain awake half the night
expecting Karla to come in and hurt her.  She only relaxed when she heard
the familiar sounds of Paul fucking Karla.  When they were doing that they
usually fell asleep after.

   The Doctor returned, though, calling to Karla, telling her it was okay
to come back out.  The sound of something being thrown against the inside
of the closed door was her only reply to him.

   Daddy Paul came in the door.  He saw the Doctor's face, looking drawn
and tense.  "She on the war path again?"

   "Still, I would say.  I said something I shouldn't have, but she was
still keyed up from this afternoon." The Doctor said.

   "This afternoon?  Oh." Paul said, and then sighed.  "Christ, I go have a
few beers with a guy and she thinks I'm hunting tail again."

   "She wasn't alone in thinking that.  I had my worries, too, Paul." The
Doctor shook his head.

   "Doc, I gave you my word when we agreed to the Friends.  I know that
would be risking everything, all of us.  I get my kicks on our little slut
here, now.  I don't need to go hunting." Paul said.

   "Yes, you seem to have lived up to your pledge.  I'm sorry that I
doubted you." The Doctor said.  "Speaking of Melissa, what do you think of
her dress?"

   Paul's response was a long whistle.  "She's really something when you
dress her up right.  Makes me want to say to hell with the money and have a
piece of her tonight!"

   The door down the hallway opened a crack.  "Paul?"

   Paul tore his eyes from Melissa.  He looked at the hallway, then at the
Doctor.  He sighed, and then went down the hall.

   The Doctor went over to the portable stereo and opened the CD player,
exchanging the CD in the tray for one he had brought in from outside.

   As he started it playing Melissa expected to hear Karla or Paul raising
their voices, but didn't.  Things were quiet down the hall.  She started to
relax and calm a little.

   The music swelling slowly from the speakers began with strings being
strummed a foreign sounding rhythm.  A woman's voice rose with it, singing
wordlessly.  The woman's voice appealed to Melissa, sounding worshipful and
sensual.  The voice and strings wound to a close very shortly, then a new
rhythm emerged and the woman began singing in English.

   "Come to the river come all you wanderers Worshipper, lover bringer of
pain It does not matter if you are broken Come to the river again and
again."

   A complex rhythmic beating on some sort of small drum joined in. 
Melissa felt her self being stirred by the music, making her want to lose
herself in this woman's voice, the words somehow meant for her.  She closed
her eyes, her body starting to sway slightly in time to the music, feeling
the violins caressing her.

   "Here you are beautiful here you are invisible..."

   Beautiful, invisible, both.  Melissa caught words and phrases that
echoed private thoughts from her new life.

   As the song carried on she swayed more.  She realized that she had
missed music since Paul and Karla had kidnapped her.  They played music
sometimes, but usually it was just a background.  This, sounding strange
yet familiar, had not come from them.  They weren't here to hear it.  She
could be free within in the swirling rhythm and sensual voice.

   Different words touched her, as if to speak directly to her, like the
woman knew about being hurt, being lonely.

   The song ended too soon, dissolving into the musicians winding down,
their voices rising as the sound faded.

   Melissa felt a tear trailing down her cheek.  She realized the room was
silent.  Opening her eyes she saw the Doctor looking at her, his hand on
the portable stereo.

   "You seem to like this.  She has a beautiful voice, doesn't she?" He
said.

   Melissa nodded, wiping at the tear.  She had cried in front of the
Doctor before.  Tears brought out by pain or humiliation was common.  This
single tear though was different.  It was a tear shed for the beauty of the
song and the woman's voice and the music.

   "Good.  I'll leave the CD with you.  I think I've got a portable player
in the car and some headphones.  Tell Paul to have this stereo at the hotel
tomorrow.  I'll let you listen to the rest of the music tonight.  A down
payment on my promise, okay?" The Doctor said.  He took the CD out and
handed it to her.  He went out to his car and came back with a little
battery operated portable CD player and headphones.

   Handing the player to Melissa the Doctor put his arms around her and
kissed her on the forehead.  "I've become very attached to you, Melissa. 
Probably more than I should."

   Melissa didn't know what to say to that.  She put her head against his
chest and let him hug her.

   Melissa cut off the lights in the kitchen and living room, and then went
to her room, hanging up the special dress and removing the thong panties.

   She put on the headphones as she heard Daddy Paul's heavy grunts and
Mommy Karla's high-pitched wail.  She turned on the player and escaped into
the music and singing, letting them carry her away.

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