Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Sadistic Daddy
Title: Enduring Sacrifice 3
Part: Chapter 3
Summary: Melissa must earn her dreams, serving her 'mother' and a very
nasty older boy.
Keywords: Fg, Mg, Fdom, Mdom, bd, sm, oral, anal

   ENDURING SACRIFICE

   [ part 3 ]

   Melissa held the suit bag and makeup case as Mommy Karla opened the door
to the hotel room.  She was dressed in "school" clothes, as she did on the
few occasions she was taken anywhere.  When Karla got the door open she
held it open to let Melissa in behind her.

   The room was a suite, with separate bedroom.  There was a small sitting
area and a kitchenette here in the space they had entered.  Melissa could
see a king-size bed through the open doorway to the bedroom.  Melissa set
the makeup case on the desk and took the suit bag into the bedroom.

   She had been rented out before to people trusted by the Friends.  These
were always adults, though, who knew what they wanted from her and weren't
shy about getting it.  Standing here, in the bedroom, she wondered if she
could handle something so different.

   The Doctor had said she might have to coax the boy coming here.  She
might have to make him want her.  It had seemed easy enough to think of at
home, but here she stood closer to the reality of it.  It was like thinking
you knew all the words on a spelling test, then getting nervous right
before you took it.

   "Okay, slut, strip off.  I want to do your hair and put the mask on."
Karla said.  Mommy Karla had been calmer today.  She hadn't been any kinder
toward Melissa, but not as close to striking her.

   Melissa took off her shoes and socks and then unbuttoned her blouse.  As
she removed her clothes she placed them in the closet.  She would need to
put them on again when she left.  The skirt came off next, leaving her
standing in just the black thong.

   "Get me the hairbrush and sit in this chair." Karla said.  Melissa
opened the case and took out the hairbrush setting aside the two masks they
would wear tonight.  She brought the brush back to Karla and took the chair
seated in front of the mirror.  "The Doc wants you to look nice, but
simple, so that's what I'll do.  Not sure why I'm bothering, though.  All
this boy will want to see are your tits, ass and cunt."

   Gerald would want to see more.  Melissa thought, keeping her face
neutral, not betraying her thoughts.  She didn't have it easy, keeping her
thoughts hidden.  With Karla, though, showing your thoughts would be asking
to be hurt.

   Last night, listening to the music until she fell asleep, she had
fantasized about being at the dance with Gerald.  Standing close to him,
looking up into his eyes, feeling his arms around her.  She remembered the
Doctor's promise.  If she did well tonight he would see to it that she got
to a dance.

   There was a knock at the door.  Mommy Karla put the brush down and went
to the door, checking through the peephole before letting Paul in.  He
carried the portable stereo.  Melissa had made sure the CD the Doctor gave
her last night was in it before they came to the hotel.

   "Where do you want this?" Paul asked.

   "Put it in the bedroom.  I'm sure tonight's Romeo is going to want his
slut in there most of the night." Karla said.

   Paul carried the stereo into the bedroom, emerging a few minutes later
as Karla was putting the hair band into Melissa's hair, holding it in a
high ponytail.

   "Well, well, aren't you looking all hot, dolled up for your big date?"
Paul said.  He walked over to Melissa, putting one of his big hands on her
right breast.  His fingers started stroking over her nipples.

   Melissa felt the sensation force a stirring in her body.  For nearly two
years she had been the subject of daily sexual abuse from Paul, Karla or
one of the Friends.  After only a week of not being forced to arousal every
day her body was responding rapidly, strongly.  Even as her pussy started
becoming moist, she blushed.  She felt humiliation at reacting to this man,
the one who had stolen her from her real family and now made her call him
Daddy.

   "Save it, tiger.  You know she is still off-limits until her date is
over.  After last night I would have thought you'd be wanting some time
off, anyway." Karla said.  Melissa felt the older woman gripping her
ponytail hard, twisting.  She winced, but remained silent.

   "Yeah, we did go at it pretty hard last night.  I'm just feeling the
need, though, bad." Paul said as his caresses to her nipple turned to
pinching.  Melissa squirmed as the pinching made her rising arousal even
worse.

   "Damn it, Paul!  Just hold off for a few more hours!  You promised me.
You promised the Doc.  You know how close you were to being caught!  After
all I have done for you!" Karla let go of Melissa, pulling Paul's hand from
the girl's body, clasping it between both of hers.  "I helped you get this
slut.  I gave up my life, my work, my family, to be with you.  I even gave
you my own sister!"

   Paul pulled his hand from Karla's, turning away.  "You don't understand
what it is like!"

   Karla had tears falling down her cheeks.  "Paul, call the Doc and tell
him to call this off.  Then you can do whatever you want to with this one."

   "NO!  He's got a hard on for getting this done and it's gonna happen. 
If I call it off he'll take it out on us!  He knows we can't turn to
anybody else!" Paul said.  "I'll just deal with it.  It's just a few
hours."

   "Promise me, Paul.  Promise me that you won't.  Just stay here, in the
bar downstairs." Karl said.  She fell on her knees, looking up at him. 
"Please, honey, please.  If you get caught they will take you away from me.
I can't live without you.  I don't want to!"

   Paul drew in a breath, sighing, his shoulders slumping.  "Okay, I
promise.  I'll be a good boy.  I'll stay in the hotel until you get done up
here.  Have the hotel page me in the bar or lobby."

   "Thank you, Paul.  You know I would do anything for you."

   "Just make sure the little cunt here makes the boy happy.  Real happy.
Doc is gonna owe us big time for pulling this off and I'm gonna make sure
we collect." Paul said.  He pulled Karla to her feet, hugging her close,
then kissing her.  She walked him to the door and let him out.

   Turning back to the room, Karla looked at Melissa, who lowered her eyes,
reflexively.

   "What are you staring at, slut?  Do you see what we put up with?  It's
your fault!  You and all your little slut friends!  You make him be like
this!"

   Melissa had heard this from Karla before.  In the first few days after
they had kidnapped her Karla had said it to her often.  She still didn't
know what it was that she had done to make Paul `like this'.  It didn't
help to deny it, or ask what she had done.

   Karla went to the closet, grabbing the dress for Melissa off the hanger
and threw it at her.  "Put it on!  You had better be the best slut in the
world tonight or so help me god I will make you wish you were dead!"

   Melissa stood up, picking up the dress and stepping into it as she had
for the Doctor the night before.  She kept her head down, paying little
attention as Karla undressed, putting on a similar, short, red dress.

   To fill in time while Karla got dressed Melissa went into bathroom.  She
drank some tap water, avoiding seeing herself in the mirror.  When she came
back Karla was brushing her own hair out.

   "Set out the toys in the bedroom, then put the case in the closet."
Karla said.  She had put on her self-control while she put on the dress. 
Her eyes, a little red, were dry again.

   Melissa took the makeup case into the bedroom and started laying out the
`toys'.  Lubricant, condoms, nipple clamps, two dildos, a butt plug, a
small paddle, handcuffs, and a battery-operated vibrating massager.  Karla
had chosen the items, stopping only because the makeup case could hold no
more.

   Having emptied the case, Melissa stored it in the closet.  Karla already
had donned the red mask, hiding the upper part of her face.  The older
woman put the black one on Melissa.

   "Wait in the bedroom.  I'll call you when he's here.  When you do come
out, you be good to him, like Paul and Doc said, got it?  If not..." Mommy
Karla said, leaving the consequences unfinished.  Melissa didn't need a
list of what would happen.  Karla knew how to hurt her, a lot.

   Karla closed the door on the way out, leaving Melissa alone with her
thoughts.  The girl went to the bedroom window and looked down at the
parking lot, several floors below.  She wondered if falling from this
window would kill her.

   She didn't know, but the question was not important.  The window only
had a small section that opened to the outside, too small for her to crawl
through even if she wanted to.

   She had thought about dying many times since Paul and Karla had taken
her away from her real family.  She'd wanted God to kill her when Paul was
first using her.  When that failed to happen she thought about killing
herself.

   It wasn't the fear of death itself that stopped her from trying.  It was
the fear of failing to get it right.  She had thought about slashing her
wrists, but was afraid she wouldn't die before Paul or Karla found her. 
She was afraid of doing anything that would bring official attention to
them, either, because of what Paul had said would happen to her little
sister.

   With a sigh Melissa closed the heavy, light blocking drapes over the
window.

   She plugged in the portable stereo and turned the CD player on,
switching it to random.  The beautiful music once more started to wash over
her, helping her step outside of herself for a few minutes.

   Let me tell you a story about a girl

   She didn't want to be hurt again.

   Somebody took her heart and hid it away.

   But, she found love,

   She found love

   In the arms of a friend.

   Just one touch is all it takes

   To love again!

   Yes, that was what it was like.  Just one touch from Gerald's hand and
she'd found love, hope, a reason to live, when those things had gone from
her life.

   This world

   Is so cold

   Sometimes you gotta take a hold.

   Take a hold of someone who might understand.

   They might touch you.

   They might teach you.

   They might hurt you.

   They might let you go.

   Until you try,

   Until you cry,

   You ain't never gonna know.

   That was like the Doctor.  He touched, he taught, he hurt.  Until she
tried, though, to give him what he wanted more than her body, though, she
couldn't realize her own desires.

   That's what this was all about.  Why she was here.  To fulfill the
Doctor's desire to please the father of the boy she was given to tonight.

   Melissa giggled as she wondered why it wasn't the Doctor here being
given to whomever this boy's father was.  Silly thoughts.

   How long had it been since she'd last giggled?  Melissa tried to
remember.  It seemed like it hadn't happened since Paul and Karla took her.
It probably hadn't.

   She had the volume low to keep from bothering Karla with the noise.  She
heard voices coming through the thin door leading out of the bedroom, to
the sitting area.  She left the music playing on random and prepared for
Karla to call for her.

   "-and here, for you alone, is Angelique!" The door swung open.  Melissa
walked toward the opening, her heart thudding within her chest.  The name
Angelique was part of hiding her identity.  Melissa recalled that she had
to call Karla by the name of Dominique tonight.

   Gerald?  Her heart had done a double flip when she saw familiar hair and
features, then realized that this boy was taller, bigger in the shoulders.
He looked something like Gerald, but he was clearly older.  In high school,
at least.

   "Angelique, this is Darrell, your date for the evening." Karla finished
the introductions as Darrell's eyes looked Melissa over.  They went from
her chest down to her legs, then back up.  His eyes flicked to her masked
face, then back to her small breasts, barely covered by the clinging black
dress.

   "She's not, uh, very... big." Darrell said to Karla.

   "Good things come in small packages, sometimes.  Don't let her size fool
you.  She's a real hot slut, aren't you, Angelique?" Karla said, her voice
held a hint of the edge she normally used when she was being mean with
Melissa.

   "Yes, M- ma'am." Melissa said.  She had started to say "Mommy" as she'd
been forced to say for so long.  She called herself stupid for almost
forgetting, then went ahead, trying to use what the Doctor had made her
practice.

   Melissa brought her hands up, running them over her small breasts,
brushing each finger over the nipples, stirring them, making them stand
out. If Darrell wanted to look at her breasts he wasn't the worst looking
person to have seen them.

   Since he even looked like Gerald might look in a few years it helped
make it easier.  Easier to think of doing this for Gerald.

   She stepped closer, looking up into the older boy's face, still rubbing
her breasts.  "I'm here for you.  All of me." Melissa said.  She felt the
touching stir her underused arousal, making it easier for her voice to be
breathy.

   "A slut.  But I'm not going to get any diseases from her, right?"
Darrell said.  His eyes were on Melissa's hands, rubbing her own body, but
his words were to Karla.  Still seeking guidance from a grown-up, even in
this time.

   "She's a clean slut.  No need to worry about that.  If you prefer there
are some condoms, but it's not necessary.  You can do anything you want
with her." Karla said.  She reached down, running a hand over Melissa's
bottom through the thin dress.  "Anything at all.  She's your slut
tonight."

   Darrell's eyes went to the older woman's hand touching the younger
girl's body, thoughts and fantasies sparking a light in his eyes.  "And
you?" He said.  His tongue darted out, licking at his lips, breathing a
little faster now.

   "Easy there, boy.  Dominique is not on the menu.  I'm here to help, but
Angelique is your meat."

   Darrell seemed to be a little disappointed at not having both of them at
his command, but quickly put it aside, his eyes grazing over Melissa's body
once more.  "My meat.  Well, let's see the meat."

   Melissa cringed.  She had been called meat usually with other words in
front of it before.  It was harder to continue to act like she wanted to be
here with those words coming from this not-quite Gerald.

   But, making him happy was the key to the real Gerald.

   She licked her lips as she shrugged the left, then the right shoulder
from under the dress's straps.  The top of the dress held in place only by
the hands still caressing her breasts through the material.  She kept one
hand there, squeezing at her left breast as she reached back, sliding the
zipper down to relax the rest of the dress.

   She caught the rhythm of the music coming from the bedroom, a beat she
could move slowly, sensually to.  She moved her hips, letting the dress
slip lower and lower.  First the right nipple, then the left one peeked
out. Melissa put one hand on her tummy, still guiding the dress down bit by
bit as her other hand rubbed her hardening nipples to further stiffness.

   Darrell's eyes were glued to her flesh as each centimeter was uncovered.

   "See how hot Angelique is for you?  She's got all the appetite of a
bigger girl, with the spice of forbidden fruit." Karla played up her role,
taking one of Darrell's hands and guiding it to Melissa's breasts.

   Melissa arched her back, pushing her small breasts into the older boy's
hand, feeling his warm, slightly damp palm on her hard nipples.  She made
herself give a small moan.

   "You like that, slut?" Darrell said.  His fingers slid down to grasp at
her right nipple, squeezing.  He increased the pressure to the point where
pain began.  Not as bad as Paul or the others would do, but Melissa could
feel him wanting to cause her pain.

   "Yes.  I love it.  More.  Please." If Gerald wanted to give her pain he
could.  This not-quite Gerald could do it, too, if it gave her the real
one. Pain wasn't new.  "More."

   Darrell's eyes flicked to Karla's masked face.  She smiled, her mean
smile.  "Go on, give the little slut what she wants.  You won't break her.
Not like that, anyway."

   The older boy's fingers pinched down harder.  Melissa didn't have to
make herself gasp, the pain did that.  She did have to fight not to try to
pull away.  The Doctor wanted her to give this boy whatever he wanted.

   "Ohhh, yessss...." Melissa said.  She tried to make her voice sound like
she liked it.

   She must have succeeded.  Darrell soon had both nipples in his fingers,
pinching both and twisting, pulling up on her nipples.  He pulled higher as
Melissa stood on tip-toe, trying to ease the pain.

   "My slut.  Aren't you?" Darrell asked, focusing on Melissa more
intently. Not exactly on her, but her body, her pain.

   "Yes, sir!" Melissa said.  She fell back on responses she's learned the
hard way.  Many men had liked her to say "sir" or even "daddy".  She let
her arms fall to her sides, the dress slithering down her body, leaving her
wearing only the black thong.

   Darrell smiled the way men who like to hurt girls smile.  Melissa saw
the fires in his eyes burning brighter as he drank the heady, rich draft of
power giving pain gave him.

   "On your knees, slut!" Darrell said.  He yanked down on Melissa's
nipples.  Melissa bent at the knees fast to relieve the pain the pulling
caused.  As she went down he had to let go, the release both a relief and a
spike in pain as blood flow returned to her abused nipples.

   The older boy grabbed her hair, pressing her face against the crotch of
his jeans.  Melissa could feel the stiffness of his erection through the
denim, smell his musky odor.  He pushed his hips forward, grinding himself
against her face.  She heard him moan.

   Make believe you want it.  Melissa reminded herself that she was
supposed to act like she wanted this, all of it.  She opened her lips,
sucking at his cock through the clothing, making throaty moans.

   Darrell gasped.  Melissa stopped, afraid that she'd hurt him in some
way. A growing wet spot on the denim, though, told the truth.  The boy had
cum in his pants.

   Melissa looked at Karla, unsure of what to do next.  The red face mask
hid the upper half of the woman's face, the place Melissa had always looked
to for clues as to whether she was in trouble or not.  All she could watch
was Karla's mouth.  A corner twitched, then stretched a little.  Karla's
eyes moved from the wet cum stain on the boy's pants to Melissa's wide-open
eyes.  Even without the eyes for visual cues, the smile spreading on
Karla's face was familiar.  Melissa knew she was in trouble.

   "I see the little slut's appetite was a bit much for you, Darrell.  Not
to worry, you'll be ready for another round soon enough.  I think you
should punish Angelique!  Punish her for being a greedy little cunt!" Karla
said, wrapping her arms around Darrell's shoulders, laying her chin on the
boy's shoulder.  "Shouldn't he, Angelique?  Shouldn't you be punished for
being a greedily little cumslut?"

   Melissa swallowed hard.  Here she was on strange ground.  The old
familiar way, the way that had ruled her life since Paul and Karla
kidnapped her, said she had to agree.  Not just agree, but be enthusiastic
in agreeing.  The Friends had expected it from her, and Karla had made sure
she remembered it.

   But, the Doctor had wanted her to please this boy.  Would this not-quite
Gerald want her to agree, to ask for punishment..  She glanced from Karla's
evil smile to Darrell's face.  His face was somewhere between looking
sheepish and confused.  She couldn't see in his face what he felt about
punishing her.

   The Doctor had wanted her to do whatever it took to make this boy happy.
If he was happy his father would be happy.  If his father was happy the
Doctor would be happy.  If the Doctor was happy then she could go to a
dance with Gerald and she would be happy.

   As she watched Darrell's eyes focus on her again she knew how she had to
proceed.

   "Yes, m- Dominique.  I was a bad little slut and I was greedy.  I need
to be punished.  I want him to punish me." Melissa said, leaning forward to
rub her face against the cum-stain growing on the front of Darrell's jeans.
"Please punish me for being a bad little greedy cum slut!"

   "See?  She wants you to punish her!  She knows she deserves it." Karla
said.

   Melissa could feel Darrell's cock, not having gone down much yet, begin
to swell again.  She took it as a good sign.  She licked at the wet spot on
the boy's jeans and looked up at him again.

   "Punish me!  Please!" Melissa begged while looking up into Darrell's
slowly focusing eyes.  She slid her tongue out and licked at his cock and
the wet spot again.  "Sluts like me love being hurt.  Please give me the
pain I need!"

   "Okay," Darrell said, his voice husky with respawning lust.  He turned
his head to Karla.  "How...?"

   Karla chuckled, low and mean.  Melissa shivered.  Asking Karla how to
punish meant that the boy would learn how to really hurt her.  She also
remembered how frustrated Karla had been for the last few days, not being
able to hurt Melissa the way she normally did.

   "Crawl into the bedroom, little cunt.  Crawl like the hot little
bitchslut you are!" Karla said.

   Melissa felt fear making it hard to breathe.  She dropped to hands and
knees and turned away from the two, starting to crawl.  She realized that
this gave Darrell a view of her butt cheeks, her crack covered only by the
black thong.

   "Wiggle it, slut!  Show your master how much your little ass needs his
love and punishment!" Karla said.

   Melissa was glad she was facing away from the two as her ears and cheeks
blushed red.  She knew, though, that Karla was telling her to do the things
the Doctor wanted her to do.  Melissa began to grind her tight butt around
as she crawled.  It made the crawling slower, but they had all night.

   "Oh, god, I want that!" Darrell said behind her.

   "It's all yours.  All of her.  As much of her as you want." Karla
assured him.

   "All?  Even if I want to, uh, you know, uh, do it in back?" Darrell
said. His stammering reminded Melissa that this boy was still intimidated
by Karla, who was an adult.

   "You mean you want to fuck that tight little girl ass?  Of course. 
Angelique's ass, cunt and mouth are all for you tonight.  Fuck her in any
hole, all her holes, as hard as you want.  Isn't that right, Angelique? 
Don't want Darrell to use your ass?"

   "Yes, yes!  I need to have you fuck my ass.  Fuck my ass hard!  I'm a
slut!  I can't get enough cock!" Melissa said, still wiggling and grinding
her hips at the boy as she crawled into the bedroom.  She choked back a
sob, hoping neither of them heard it as anything but passion.  Being used
back there hurt the worst, even though so many of the Friends had put
cocks, fingers, dildos and other things in there.

   The music was louder in the bedroom.  By now the music was familiar,
almost comforting.  It had become one of the very, very few things in
Melissa's life that belonged to her.

   Still wiggling her hips at the older boy who had followed her, Melissa
moved to the bed, putting her arms up on it and remained kneeling.  This
was a punishment position that many of the Friends had put her in.

   "Bring him the paddle, little slut." Karla said.

   Melissa left the bed and crawled to where the paddle lay, starting to
pick it up with her hands.

   "No!  Not with your hands.  Use your mouth, like a little slutpuppy!"
Karla commanded, giving forth with her mean little giggle.  Melissa cringed
inside as she grasped the paddles handle in her teeth, turning to bring the
paddle to Darrell.

   Darrell was grinning wide and not at all with kindness when Melissa
presented the paddle to him.  He was enjoying this game, playing it Karla's
way.

   "Tell me.  Tell me again.  About what you want." Darrell said, grasping
the paddle in his hand, looking down at the almost naked little girl
kneeling at his feet.  The glow in his eyes said to Melissa that he was
enjoying the taste of power he was getting.

   Melissa felt the tears wanting to start.  The tears she felt when one of
the Friends used her like this, making her beg to be hurt, were gathering
in her eyes.  She drew a breath, getting ready to parrot the words.  She
looked up at the not-quite Gerald face.

   He wasn't Gerald, but making him happy was the key she needed to the
real one.  She had already understood that if Gerald ever wanted to hurt
her she would allow it.  She would allow Gerald anything he wanted.  Do
anything he wanted.  Beg him to do it.

   Blinking, smearing the almost tears Melissa used the out of focus
Darrell to become Gerald.  Gerald was the one who wanted to punish her. 
That was okay.  That was good.

   "Please punish me!  I need to feel the pain.  I need to be hurt by you.
I've been a dirty little slut and need you to punish me to make me be a
good girl." Melissa said.  She soft-focused to keep the parts of Darrell
that looked like Gerald in sight.  She lowered her right hand between her
thighs, rubbing her pussy through the thin material of the thong.  She
stroked the lips of her pussy, grinding against the rubbing fingers, making
sure that Darrell/Gerald could see it.

   "I'm getting wet just thinking of you punishing me.  I love it when you
call me dirty names.  It reminds me what I am, how bad I am.  I need to
hear you call me names and hurt me to get off!" Melissa said, rubbing
faster.  She could feel the wetness in her mind before she felt it between
her legs, but she did feel it there.  She was okay with getting wet for
Gerald.  She wanted to do it for him.  She was close to moaning, so she
started moaning, breathing faster.  It was okay to pretend a little, Gerald
could make her feel good.  This was what she could give him that other
girls couldn't.  She wanted to give this to him.

   "I'll hurt you, little slut!" Darrell/Gerald said.  His hand gripped her
hair at the pony tail, yanking her head back hard.  "I'll hurt you, and
then I'm going to fuck you!"

   "Yes!  Yes!  Hurt me!  Fuck me!" Melissa said, her voice turning to a
high-pitched wail of pleasure.  She could feel the wetness on her fingers,
through the material of the thong.  She could feel the inside of her pussy
aching to be stretched by Gerald's hardness.  Her nipples were so hard they
hurt and yet she wanted them to hurt even more.  She wanted to feel them
pinched and twisted.  She brought her other hand up and pinched hard at the
aching nipple, gasping as the pain shot a bolt of pleasure through her
belly to her clit.

   Darrell jerked hard on her hair.  "Stop hurting yourself, cunt!  That
belongs to me!"

   Melissa whimpered as she took her hand from her breast, wanting to feel
that terrible electric thrill again.

   "Please, use the clamps on me.  They are for you to use on me.  Please
let me give you the clamps, use them to hurt me!"

   "What clamps?" Darrell asked.

   Karla left his side, moving to where the toys were laid out and picking
up the nipple clamps, dangling them in front of herself, the light in the
room glittering off the polished metal.

   "Are those handcuffs?" Darrell pointed at the place where the other toys
were laid out.  Karla nodded.  "Bring them both over here."

   Karla picked up the handcuffs with her other hand and brought both items
to the boy.  Darrell first took the clamps from her, letting go of
Melissa's hair, leaving her breathing heavy, still grinding her pussy
against her fingers.

   "How do you use them?'

   "Just squeeze the handles to open them, and then let them close on her
nipples." Karla said.

   Darrell tossed the paddle on the bed, bending down and squeezing the
handles of the clamps open, then gripping Melissa's small breast.  He saw
the jaws of the clamps and understood from them how to align the clamp on
the girl's nipple.

   He let the jaw snap shut, rather than giving the handle a slow release.
The spring-loaded jaws snapped down on Melissa's already sore nipple with a
sudden bite.  The pain shot out from her nipple with more pain than her
body could quickly eroticize.

   Unable to process the pain, Melissa did what anyone would do.  She
shrieked in pain, her back arching.  Only long experience at being hurt
kept her from reaching up to remove the clamp.

   "Too much for you, little slut?  I don't think so!" Darrell said.  His
eyes bright, his breathing fast.  He grabbed her pony tail again, holding
the other clamp, ready to repeat the torment.

   "If she keeps screaming like that she will wake the neighbors." Karla
said.  "You had better gag her before you put that one on."

   "Yeah, yeah.  Gag her." Darrell said.  He looked around, eyes searching.

   "We didn't bring a gag.  Or not a real one." Karla said.  "But maybe the
slut is willing to suck on her panties so she doesn't annoy people by
sounding like a bitch in heat?" Karla giggled.

   Melissa knew what Karla was saying.  Many of the Friends and Karla had
used panties, sometimes her own, to gag her.  With the sudden shock of the
pain gone she was able to think and act again.  She cringed, not only
because she hated being gagged, but the black thong she was wearing was
completely saturated with wetness from her pussy.

   "Yeah.  Yeah!  You got your panties wet, didn't you?  You better suck
those panties for me, dirty little cunt!" Darrell said.  "I want to hurt
you a whole lot!"

   If this was what he wanted, it was what she had to do.  Her bargain with
the Doctor demanded it.  Melissa moved her hands from her breast and crotch
to the waist of her thong, skinning it down her hips and thighs.  Since she
was kneeling she had to sit to take the thong the rest of the way off. 
Moving, with one clamp biting her nipple and the rest of the pair dangling
was tormenting.  She whimpered and felt tears threaten to spill down her
cheeks.

   "Hairless little girl pussy!" Darrell said.  A leer told Melissa that he
enjoyed it.

   "Shaved, to make it more sensitive." Karla quickly said.

   "You like it more sensitive, cunt?" Darrell asked.  "I'll bet you do. 
Now, suck on those panties!"

   "Inside out, dirty girl!" Karla said, giggling.

   "Why?" Darrell asked, and then looked sheepish.  "Oh, duh!"

   Melissa couldn't contain all the tears, a few spilled over and crawled
down her cheek as she was made to turn the panties inside out, thus putting
the portion of the thong directly against her pussy directly on her tongue
as she pushed it into her mouth.  She looked up at Darrell, eyes softly
focused; trying to recapture her vision of him as Gerald, but it was harder
to do now.

   "Aw, little slut is crying!" Darrell said, grabbing her by the ponytail
again.  "Ain't that too bad!  Well we are gonna have fun punishing you!"

   "Get back on your knees.  No one told you to sit around on your ass!"
Karla said.  With Darrell getting into punishing Melissa the older woman
was back in an element she knew well.

   Melissa got her legs back under her as Darrell yanked up on her hair. 
The sudden motion set the empty clamp swinging again, twisting and pulling
at her trapped nipple.  She groaned into the thong filling her mouth.

   "Time for this little nippy to go wee-wee-wee all the way home!" Darrell
said, grabbing the empty clamp and opening it.  He put it over Melissa's
other nipple and again just let go, letting it snap down, forcing the girl
to scream into the panty gag.

   "Such a sexy sound!" Darrell said.  He grabbed the chain connecting the
clamps and pulled on it, making the clamps tighten and twist on Melissa's
nipples.  Melissa's voice rose in pitch, but still muffled by the cloth
filling her mouth the sound did not increase in volume.

   Melissa fought hard against reaching up to protect herself from the
pain. She grabbed her thighs, squeezing tight to hold her hands down from
trying to make Darrell stop hurting her.  Tears rolled free down her
cheeks, dripping to her chest.

   "Damn, this is so fucking sweet!" Darrell said, finally letting go of
the chain.  "Gimme those handcuffs!"

   Karla handed the boy the pair of handcuffs and took charge of Melissa to
help him put them on.  She made Melissa bend over from the waist and pulled
the girl's hands back, behind her.  Melissa could smell Karla's own arousal
with the woman this close.

   "Are you going to spank her now?" Karla asked.

   "No, later.  I gotta fuck her before I bust a nut in my pants!" Darrell
said.  He snapped the cuffs closed tight on Melissa's wrists.  Grabbing her
by her ponytail again, he forced her to clamber up on the bed, a task very
difficult for the kneeling girl without the use of her hands.

   Melissa, experienced with nipple clamps, tried hard to keep from being
put face down on the bed.  It was bad enough with the clamp chain swinging,
but to have to lay her chest down on the bed would create even more pain.
She tried to roll over on her back, but Darrell forced her face down on the
bedspread.  With her hands cuffed behind her the weight of her upper body
came down on her small breasts, crushing her chest and the clamped nipples.
Melissa started sobbing as the pain hit too hard to try and commit to the
illusion of Gerald being with her.

   The mask also skewed on her face, but that was beyond her ability to
worry about.  Darrell was behind her, forcing her legs open.  His hands
left her body and she tried to rise up, putting her weight on her head
using her neck to relieve the pain in her nipples.  She could hear Darrell
unzipping and pulling down his jeans and underwear.  The mask further slid
up, onto her forehead.  She urgently grunted to, hoping Karla would see
what was wrong.

   "Fuck the slut!  Fuck the slut!  Fuck the slut!" Karla chanted, paying
no attention to Melissa's mask, in spite of Melissa trying to signal her.
She had helped Paul and enough of the Friends to abuse Melissa to tie into
whatever fantasy the person using the girl wanted.

   Melissa felt the older boy's cock thrusting against her pussy lips.  His
hands were on her hips as he thrust blindly a few times before finding the
right angle.  She felt the head of his cock slip into her pussy, then
plunge deeper.

   ":Oh, FUCK!" Darrell said, as his cock finally did so.  He thrust
deeper, then began to pump in and out, his motions jerky.  "So sweet, hot,
tight!  This is so good!" He pulled back on Melissa's hips.
The pull ruined Melissa's precarious balance, bringing her chest
crashing back down on the bedspread, forcing her to scream into the thong
stuffed into her mouth.  Her body tensed in sympathy, clamping her muscles
around Darrell's cock.  The squeeze brought out a deep moan from his

throat.

   "See?  She loves it!  Fuck her harder!  Hurt her with your big cock! 
Hurt her!  She loves it!" Karla said.  She was panting, too.

   Melissa turned her head toward where she heard Karla and saw the older
woman rubbing her own breasts through the material of her dress.  Her hips
were squirming in pleasure, thighs clenched together.  While Karla had made
Melissa pleasure her, it had been mostly when Paul was around.  Usually the
woman just hurt her.  Seeing her getting off on watching this young boy
hurt her was new.  Perhaps having to hold back from giving pain had this
effect on the woman.

   Karla had to pay attention to her, see that the mask had come off.  The
Doctor wanted it that way.  Melissa tried again to cry out loud enough to
make Karla look at her face.

   Darrell was gathering speed in his fucking, building up the speed and
force of his stroke as his own pleasure built.  He was young, not knowing
the ways of pleasuring women or even girls.  Both his hormones and the
insistent chanting by Karla drove him on toward his own peak of pleasure.
He had been told to hurt this girl and fuck her and he was doing these as
fast as he could.

   Melissa's mewling, muffled scream at Karla sent him over the edge.  He'd
seen R-rated movies and in those women screamed when they came hard.  To
him it was a signal that he'd made the slut he was fucking cum on his cock
and the thought pushed him over his own precipice.

   "Yes!  Take it, slut!" Darrell said, growling in animal triumph,
grinding his cock into her tight cunt, spurting his second load of cum
inside her.  His wordless moan which followed the eruption expressed a deep
satisfaction.

   "God, I need to cum, too!" Karla said.  She knelt on the bed as Darrell
withdrew from Melissa's pussy.  She pulled her own red dress up, exposing
her red thong.  She yanked Melissa over on her back.

   Melissa's hands were cuffed, preventing her from using her own hands to
cover her face, and she had her fists balled up to support her weight, to
keep it off the cuffs on her wrists, behind her back.  The mask had slid up
enough to reveal her to Darrell.  She looked toward him, then back up at
Karla, trying to eject the thong filling her mouth.

   "Oh, your mask came off.  Well, that's your fault, little whore.  I'll
tell the..." Karla looked at Darrell, then changed her next word, "you know
who that you did this!

   Melissa finally pushed the thong out of her mouth.  "No!  I couldn't
stop it from sliding up!  My hands are tied!"

   Karla cut off her protest with a slap across the face.  The mask was
sent across the room as Karla's fingers caught the edge of it.

   "Hey, it's okay.  I ain't gonna tell nobody about her!" Darrell said. 
"Or is this more of how she gets off?"

   Karla came back to the reality of having an outsider know about Melissa.
Her own lust and anger had allowed her to forget the situation and the
rules laid out by the Doctor.

   "Yeah.  Yes.  She likes it.  She likes to be punished.  Especially by
two people!  Let's make her do some more dirty stuff.  You'll like that,
right?"

   "Yeah!  Yeah!  I'm all about making a slut act dirty when it gets her
off, too!" Darrell grinned.

   "Let's make her eat me, and then while she's doing that you can punish
her for being a lezzy!" Karla said.

   Melissa felt her stomach dropping out.  The small measure of power the
Doctor had given her to control events tonight had slipped away.  The boy
who looked somewhat like Gerald had become like one of the Friends,
interested only in hurting her.  The only difference was that he thought he
was giving her what she wanted.  How could she have screwed up so bad?

   Darrell's hand in her hair gave her little time to ponder the question.
He yanked her head up, grinning down at her.

   "How about that, little slut?  Are you a little lezzie cunt-lapper?  Are
you wanting to eat Dominique's yummy cunny?" Darrell teased.  He raised and
lowered her head, making her nod.  "Sure you do!"

   Melissa felt fresh tears in her eyes, blinked and tried to make them go
away.  In a way, having Darrell act like one of the Friends took the
responsibility she had away.  She didn't have to work at making him happy.
It was now his fantasy they were playing out.  His and Karla's.  That was
what she knew how to do.  She could give up control and responsibility and
just take what they were giving her, doing what she was told.

   Karla pulled off the red thong that she wore under her dress, dangling
it in front of Melissa's face.

   "Is this what you want to eat, babyslut?  Doesn't that smell yummy? 
Hot, wet pussy?  You want to be a pussy licker, don't you, little cunt?"

   "Yes, please!  I want to eat your pussy.  I want to eat your wet, yummy
cunt!" Melissa said.  For a brief moment she marveled at how easily she
slipped back into playing the role, no matter how she felt about it.

   Karla pushed the wet thong's crotch against Melissa's lips, then between
them, so that she had to suck the other woman's wetness from the material.
It was muskier in character than Melissa's own pussy.  After a week or more
of not being used it was sort of like once more tasting home cooking after
lots of meals at restaurants.  Familiar, comforting.

   Melissa moaned as she sucked on the wetness from Karla's pussy.  She had
to play the part.  Play her role.  Play the game.  As she did she caught
the lyrics from the CD.

   "Think I might drown in the city so cold, so wasted Drown in the poison
I've tasted.  Drowning in my dreams Dancing with the demons.

   All the angels are calling me over a sunless sea, But the beast is
feeding, oh my soul.  The beast is feeding."

   For a brief flash Melissa came to realize that Karla was her beast. 
Feeding her.  Feeding her the poison, poisoning her soul.  She moaned
again, in a sense with both arousal and emptiness.  She had been here
before, many times.

   "Seen so much I didn't wanna see Now I'm burning out of control.  Can I
take another night of emptiness?  I don't know.  Ain't nobody gonna save my
soul Nothing I can do anyway When the claws and the feathers come and
spirit me away."

   Melissa went inside herself, deep inside, to the part of her that Paul
and Karla had found that first night, so long ago.  That part of her that
knew how wrong this all was, how much it hurt, and took pleasure in it,
anyway.

   She hated this part of herself.  She hated enjoying what it did to her,
made her want the pain, want the shame.  She didn't even like thinking
about it.  She only brought it out when she lost control, when she couldn't
stop the pain by obeying.  When they used pain and pleasure on her to make
her lose control.  When losing control meant not having to take the pain as
pain any more.

   Darrell grabbed the nipple clamp chain, yanking on it, sending
reawakened pain flooding through the girl's body.  Melissa moaned and
pushed her chest out, offering her flesh for his punishment.

   She had seen so much she didn't want to see.  She was giving up control,
giving up her hopes and dreams and any hope for happiness.

   She could only hope to surrender to the claws of pain and the feathers
of pleasure it brought.  To be carried away on it.  To be the slut that
Paul and Karla, the Doctor, all of the Friends called her.

   They knew what she really was, even when she wanted to hide the fact
from herself.  They knew she deserved the pain and the shame.  They were
all feeding her soul, the real one.  The ugly one that enjoyed giving up
control and longed for the pain.

   "She has sucked those panties long enough.  Give her your pussy!"
Darrell said to Karla.

   Karla straddled Melissa's upturned face, jerking the panties out of her
mouth.  The girl looked up into the wet, hot pussy of the woman who had
helped kidnap and enslave her, at the pussy of the woman who hurt her and
gave her to men to be used.

   "Beg, little whore, beg for my cunt!  Beg to eat me!" Karla said, her
pussy held above Melissa's face, the wetness from it coating the insides of
her thighs.

   Melissa felt dread and shame and disgust, but she also felt a sense of
relief.  Relief at being made to do this, being made to be suffer.  She
wanted the beast to feed her soul.  The real one.  The one that felt her
clit throb when she was treated mean or called names.

   "Please, m- mistress Dominique, please let this dirty, filthy cunt lick
your beautiful wet pussy!" Melissa moaned.  She felt her own thighs wet
from fresh moisture as she surrendered to the shame and pain.  "Please,
master Darrell punish me for wanting to eat her pussy like a little lezzy
cunt-lapper!"

   "Oh, yeah!  She's getting hot!  Her cunt's dripping wet!" Darrell said
from between her legs.  "She is loving this shit!"

   Karla reached forward, grabbing Melissa's legs, then leaned back,
lowering her own hips down, mashing her own wetness on the girl's mouth. 
She groaned as Melissa's tongue thrust into her, tongue-fucking her.

   "Shit, yes!  She has always been a hot little slut when you push her far
enough!  Just like the night we -." Karla cut herself off, realizing she
was about to say things that Darrell shouldn't know.  "Slap her!  Slap that
wet little girl cunt of hers!  Punish the slut, maker her scream into me!"
She ground her hips on Melissa's face, moaning faster.

   Darrell uses his hand to as he was told.  He wasn't concerned with
whatever Karla had been babbling about.  He was as hard again as if he
hadn't even cum once, let alone twice already tonight.  He was feeling so
turned on, watching this little girl being made to eat the older woman's
cunt, hearing the two of them.  He brought his hand down on Melissa's
exposed, wet pussy slit, hearing the slap and the wet sound of her cunt
squishing out more wetness from the impact.

   Melissa cried out, her mouth covered with Karla's pussy.  The pain of
the slap both hurt and raised her higher, brought her to a still higher
level of arousal.  She wanted the pain and the way only pain took her away
from being herself.  She wanted to go outside of herself.

   The next slap and the next were taking her there.  She switched from
tongue fucking to licking, her tongue slapping at Karla's swollen clit,
screaming out between licks as Darrell's hand struck her.  Her stomach
knotted up as she rode the pain, building higher and hotter, aching for the
explosion that would eventually consume her, yet also lost in the waves of
the cruel sea that tossed her around.  She was converting all the pain into
pleasure, or feeling pleasure as pain.  She was coming apart from herself.
It was like she was watching all of this happen to someone else.

   "Fuck her ass, now!  Fuck the little slut's ass hard!  She belongs to
you, now!  Take her last hole!" Karla groaned, her breathing fast, voice
guttural as she urged the boy the same as she would urge Paul or one of the
Friends.

   Darrell stopped the slapping, getting himself lined up with Melissa's
hips, arched up by Karla's pull, her tightest hole exposed.  His cock
nudged there, slipped into her dripping wet cunt, then withdrew.  He lined
up again and pushed, this time feeling the tight hole giving.  He thrust
again.

   Melissa screamed.  She screamed as the pain of Darrell's cock entering
her ass drove her both down and up.  Down into the waves that tossed her
like a boat in a hurricane, up into the highest peaks of pleasure/pain. 
She felt the head of his cock thrust through her tight ass and keep going,
plowing in, ramming into her.  She felt his cock impale her tight ass and
begin thrusting.

   Melissa's scream sent Karla over her own edge.  She bore down; crushing
her cunt to Melissa's screaming mouth, grinding back and forth, cumming
hard.

   "TAMMY!" Karla cried out.  She shook, her body convulsing.  "He's
fucking you so good!"

   Karla had screamed that same way on that night.  The night they took
Melissa away.  The night she had made Melissa cum and cum again from pain.
She had screamed that same name.  Melissa remembered this in a part of her
mind that wasn't really taking part in all of this.

   But it brought the whole night back.  That night and every time, every
rape, every pain and every shame.  They were all hitting her at one time,
hitting her like a bus, pushing her over the edge.

   She couldn't breathe.  She had no air left after screaming into Karla's
pussy.  She couldn't breathe in because of the way Karla had mashed her
pussy and ass against her face.  She could only try to suck in air, but was
sucking on wet, convulsing pussy.

   It didn't matter that she needed air.  Her body needed it, but her soul
needed to fall.  To fall and fall and fall.  The knot in her stomach had
finally reached the breaking point.

   Melissa shook hard, her muscles clamping down on Darrell's cock in her
ass, driving more pain into her already burning ass.  She exploded hard,
harder, hardest.  She was exploding so hard she was sure her entire body
was blowing up, finally shattering into a billion pieces.

   As she clamped down, Darrell was driven to the edge again.  He wasn't
listening as Karla screamed a name.  He was lost in his own thoughts.  His
thoughts of his cock shoving all the way through this little girl's ass and
up into the cunt of the sexy older woman.  His eyes rolled back in his head
and he shouted out a wordless cry of bestial triumph.  His cock erupted
again, this time with little cum left to shoot, but shooting it into
Melissa's ass.

   His hand had been the chain that connected the nipple clamps.  He had
been getting ready to tug on them when his come hit him.  He was doing his
best to hurt the girl like he thought she wanted.  As his climax reached
it's peak his hand pulled back, hard, yanking the clamps off the young
girl's nipples.

   Karla slid her hips back, off of Melissa's face, shaking, gasping for
air from the force of her own orgasm.  There were tears in her eyes.

   Melissa felt the shock of the clamps snapping off her nipples after
being on for so long.  In that distant part of herself that was staying
aloof she knew what was coming next.  Her body wasn't caring about next,
though.  It made her gulp in a lung full of air at last, finally taking in
what it needed.

   The shock of the pain as the blood returned to her nipples after being
clamped for so long was like molten lead hitting her nerves.  Even though
she still hadn't realized she hadn't really shattered the pain from the
shock hit her.

   Melissa screamed, loud and high, her body convulsing again.  Was it pain
too intense for pleasure, or pleasure too intense for pain?  She didn't
know and didn't care.  Her body came again, hard and long.  She shook,
clamping down again on Darrell's cock, still in her ass, this time
squeezing it out as she came.

   She was so far outside of herself that she passed out, her body going
limp.

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