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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Chris (Fdom-F, MF, orgy) by Anonymous Author (c) 1996 *** It was 3.00am and Dawn Jameson had been working since she had left the school at 3.30. Her study was full of test-tubes and various items of chemical apparatus, many of which were holding boiling, smoking or steaming liquids of many types. "Hmm... now if I add a little more penthanol" she muttered to herself, deep in thought. For what must have been the hundredth time in the evening she looked up at the paper she had secured from the guy's case. "An analysis of involuntary manipulation through the use of chemical agents - Top Secret : US DOD #144AF55". The report ran for sixty pages, and stretched her limited knowledge of chemistry to its fullest degree. "Who'd have guessed that the one guy she ever chatted to in a bar, would have been involved in something like this?" she wondered to herself, remembering the way that she'd procured it. If out for an evening, Dawn normally chose to go to lesbian bars, and if her old roomy hadn't called she wouldn't have dreampt of going to 'Karl's Place', one of the towns more prominant pick-up joints. 7.00pm, Monica had said, though by 7.45 Dawn was starting to feel more than a little stood-up. Then the guy had arrived. He looked academic, balding with thick glasses, and an obvious disrespect for his dress and appearance. She'd been unwilling to achknowledge him, though he'd obviously been unable to take his eyes off her, and she was getting a bit pissed off with his furtive looks. She was proud of her body and looks, but had no intention of ever letting a man enjoy them. She'd wiped her honey blonde hair back from her wide blue eyes, and looked at herself in a side mirror. She couldn't blame the barman for asking for ID, she could easily pass for 14 or 15, and her cute pink wool dress made her look like one of the sluttier school-girls shed admired and fantasised over seven years previously. She'd filled out a bit since then, but even at 22 she was buying 32a bra's and could get in a size 6 dress with ease. The guy was now looking at her long girlish legs from the corner of his eyes. She tried to pull down the sweaters hem, but it refused to cover any more than the very top of her young pink thighs. When she glared at him, he'd turned away, obviously embarassed that she'd seen his looks. He fidgetted with his glass, then pulled out a sheaf of papers from a small briefcase. That was when she had first noticed the report. The 'Top Secret' had caught her eye first, then as he turned the pages, she tried to read the summary. It detailed some kind of drug, that had the effect of removing a persons ability to refuse orders. Various applications for the military were listed though he was reading to fast for her to keep up. Not wishing to appear too obvious she'd pulled a magazine from her own bag, opening it on the bar. It was thick, glossy, and in Italian, entitled 'Bambino' and intended for the fashion trade specialising in children's clothing. Opening it at a random page, she saw a photograph of two girls, apparently sisters, dressed in cute sailor suits. Both were blonde and looked heavenly, aged ten or eleven, and holding each others hand's in the most adorable way. The tight little blue and white skirts ended half way between their waists and thighs, and she imagined herself touching the inside of their pretty little legs. When she turned the page, she couldn;t help smiling. A little 4 or 5 year old baby-doll, dressed in a little yellow swimsuit, was making a sandcastle on the beach. Her back was to the picture, and a blonde platted pony-tail ran down to just above her neck. The way that the suit pulled in between the cute baby's ass reminded Dawn of her own panties, as they started to feel distinctly damp. Her thighs and pussy hurt where they nipped into her flesh, not that surpising since their previous owner had been five years old. But the knowledge that a little girl's cunt had been pressed the against the same tight cotton made her feel so horny, she put up with a little discomfort. "Pretty little Christina..." she thought, "if only I could have more than her panties". She was sweating, so looked up from the magazine, to see the guy closing his paper. "Involntary Manipulation" she read again, an image of Christina's hairless baby-girl pussy still in her mind, and the connection didn't take much effort. She had turned to the guy and smiled. He looked back, and returned a nervous grin. "What are you doing?" she asked him, fluttering her eyelashes like she'd seen other sluts do with the guys. "Oh... just some work I have to finish" he told her. "I work at the research centre up the road." Dawn knew the place. When it had opened, some of the students had demonstrated outside claiming it to be some kind of germ warfare establishment, though after a while it had started to support local industries, through the supply of chemicals and equipment, and the picket had started to wane. Now, one almost forgot it was there, except for the machine gun carrying guards who stood outside. "So, you meeting someone tonight?" she'd asked, and he'd shaken his head, dolefully. "No, I've got to finish this" he'd sighed, looking like he was about to leave. Dawn thought again of his paper, and had an idea. Reaching for one of the peanut bowls that sat on the bar, she hit her glass of red-wine with her elbow, sending it flying towards the guys drink. As the it collided, both glasses smashed, and covered his shirt and suit with drink and broken glass. "Oh No! I'm so sorry!" Daw cried, grabbing at a napkin, and uselessly swabbing at the mess. "Quick, you'll have to wash it off, or it will stain!" The man stood up, and walked towards the men's rest-room, then turned back to pick up his case. "Don't worry, I'll watch it!" Dawn had said, picking it up, and urging him towards the room's door. "Err, its very important" he had stammered, obviously not happy, but lacking the confidence to disagree. As the door had closed behind him, Dawn had opened the case, to see three copies of the document. Quickly she pulled one out, dropping it into her own bag. "He'll never realise" she correctly guessed, as she waited for his return. After making profuse apologies she'd left on his re-appearance, and since then had spent many nights, working into the morning, trying to reporoduce the document's finding's. And now, as she sat in her room, in the early hours of the morning, it seemed that she might have succeeded. --------------------------------------------------------- Dawn didn't awake until 12 the following day, and for a moment had the horrible notion that there might be a class of school-girls waiting for their teacher to arrive. But then, she realised it was a Saturday, and rolled over to return to sleep. As she shut her eyes she spied the small phial of liquid that she'd finally produced the night before, and reawoke with a start. She pulled back the sheets, and swept her long platinum blonde hair from her eyes, then pulled open the bottom drawer of her dresser, and immediately started to feel hot. On the left hand side, was a neatly folded pile of clothes, that she'd kept from her own childhood days. Even looking at them made her feel so so randy, and she begin to lay them on her bed. She picked up a tiny pair of yellow cotton panties, remembering how much Mummy had liked them. Stepping into the panties, she pulled them up, holding in her abdomen, and managed to get their elasticated waist to just above the lower half of her cute shaven pussy. She turned to the mirror and admired herself, the sight of her own so-slim teen-like body, making her hot. She gently caressed one of her small 32B breasts, feeling her little nipple grow under her palm. "You don't deserve to be so pretty" she said to herself. Precocious, pretty little girls like her were brats, that was what mummy had taught her. And they deserved to be punished. But mummy had loved little girls too. So many times, shed been beaten until she fainted, but afterwards, she'd awake in her mothers bed, feeling her warm fingers on her scarred body. And she knew that mummy would want her to do the same to other girls, but how could she, without losing her job and being locked away? Well, now there may be a way, she hoped, as she opened her wardrobe to choose a nice dress she could wear into town. She picked out a short, frilly, and white ra-ra skirt, and pulled on a loosely cut halter-top. A little bow in her hair, and some carefully applied blusher made her feel so cute! Even without the drug, how could anyone resist her?, she wondered with a grin. She carefully emptied the phial of liquid into a small medicinal bottle, and quickly checked the final pages of the stolan report. "Advice concerning the use of 'SUBX' in the field" 1) Only a single drop is sufficient to ensure complete obedience, irrespective of the recipient's wishes for over 30 minutes. 2) The recipient will remain concious, and aware of what they are doing. They may not wish to follow requests, but will lose the will to disagree. 3) They will recognise their 'controller' during the drug-induced haze of the first few seconds of administration. Therafter, no other person's commands will have any effect. 4) The drug's effect lasts around 30 minutes per drop administered. 5) They will subsequently be fully aware of their actions, but not of their controller's orders. 6) An extra drop may be used to allow 'subliminal suggestions'. Orders may be implanted that will be carried out hours after the drugs administration, the user believing the ideas to be their own. This is warned against however, since test subjects have a 50% chance of subsequent mental breakdown. Having memorised the instructions, Dawn picked up her car-keys and left her house, her thoughts filled with ideas for the sordid events that might take place in the day ahead. ------------------------------------------------------- Town was busy, and Dawn had to wait in a queue of traffic for ten minutes to park outside of the plaza. It was full of people, attractive young women, pretty teenage girls, and mothers leading round their cute little daughters, and Dawn knew there would be no shortage of people to test her discovery on. A group of teenagers hung around the entrance, trying to look cool as the shoppers passed by. Dawn noticed one of them, a sixteen year old girl, looking at her. Subtly, Dawn opened the bottle of 'sub-x' and placed a drop on her finger, giving the appearance of using some perfume, then walked up to her. "You've got some food on your lips darling" said Dawn. The girl instinctively rubbed them, finding nothing but lipstick. "Here, let me!" Dawn rubbed the liquid coated finger against the girl's mouth. Almost immediately her eyes started to glaze. "You'll do what I tell you" whispered Dawn. The girl looked at her confused. "Yes...Yes I will" she spoke, in a strange monotone. "Tell your friends that you're coming with me. Tell them that I'm your aunty!" ordered Dawn, starting to walk away. She heard the girl's voice explaining, in normal sounding tones, that she was leaving, then her footsteps behind as she followed dutifully. Dawn took a side door and stairs down to the large underground car-park, then, after checking it was empty turned to the girl. "What's your name, slut?" "My name's Lisa... but I'm not a slut am I?" "Yes you are. Now undress for me!" "No... I can't - not here!" the girl said, but as she spoke begin to pop the buttons of her Levi jeans, before sliding them down to her ankles and stepping outt from them. "Why am I doing this?" she asked, her voice edgend with fear, as she pulled her thick pink wooly sweater over her head, and unclipped a white lacy 32"B bra. "You've got lovely tits, my little slut!" Dawn told her, the girl just nodding, as she pulled down the tiny white thong that covered her pussy. "Have you ever played with yourself?" "Y..yes" stammered the girl, who was now attempting to cover her nakedness with ther hands, her eyes watering at te realisation of what she was doing, whilst being unable to prevent it. "Keep yourself exposed for me Lisa darling. Move your legs apart... No, wider than that... that's nice. Now make yourself cum for me, use one hand to keep your little pussy spread apart, and the other to finger your little clitoris!" As the girl involunatrily followed each request, Dawn sat down against the car-park's wall, and spread her thighs apart. Lifting the front of the short ra-ra skirt, she pushed her hand down the front of her tight little-girl panties, and masturbated as she watched her cute victim's performance. Lisa looked slim and lovely, her cheeks flushed with embaressment as she fingered her lightly downed cunt. She had obediantly spread her labia, and was using the fore-finger of her other hand to furiously rub her clitoris. Her eyes were closed as she fantasised herself to orgasm, while Dawn's remained open, her fantasy taking place in real life. "Who are you thinking of, slut?" asked Dawn, as the slave's rubbing became more frantic. "My boyfriend, Derek." said the girl, her eyes still closed. "Tell me about him, about his family, and what he does" "He's wonderful... and I love him" spoke the girl, her voice quivering in ecstacy. "He's 18, really good looking with a great body, and clever too. He's at school with me... He lives at home with his mom, dad, and sister, Cathy, who's in my class at school" "Do you have sex with him?" asked Dawn, with interest. "No... he's a catholic, and he wants me to be a virgin when we marry. I do as well, so if I feel sexy, I just play with myself." replied Lisa. "That's lovely" smiled Dawn. "I didn't realise their were any young girls left who thought like that! Now, I want you to carry on masturbating.... I'll be gone for a few minutes, but don't cum, just keep youself on the verge of it!" Dawn now knew exactly what she would do. Opening a door, she followed the steps down to the parking level below, and saw, as expected, a group of old boys, hobos really, sat together in its corner. She'd avoided them in the past, and they were known as a local nuisance. But the police had no quicker moved them on, than they were back. "Have you got a dollar for a cup of coffee Ma'am?" asked one, as he lecherously gazed at her long exposed legs. The others made no attempt to hide the almost empty bottle of Vodka that lay between them, or to avoid their own gazes at her lithe young body. There were four of them in all, each dressed in cast-off clothes, and carrying plastic carriers that contained their worldly goods. All were bearded, with bits of food caught in the hair, and stunk to high heaven. Yellow stains of stale vomit and urine covered their worn trousers, making them a sight for the sorest of eyes. One of them, a huge man, over 6'5 stood up. "Give me a dollar ma'am" he ordered, his voice sounding threatening. Still, he looked her not in the face, but at the hem of her little skirt, his eyes looking mean and cruel. "Boys, I'll give you $10 each, a crate of Vodka, and let you fuck my little sister. How does that sound?" They couldn't have stood up quicker, as they collected their belongings and waited for her request. "I want you to fuck her everywhere boys. Really give her a good old gang-bang. You can slap her about a bit if you like, but don't go too far. Let her do the work where she can, she wants you all real bad, and she's a hot little slut! "We're on the floor above. Wait ten minutes while I get the drink for you, then join us - OK?" They nodded their assent as Dawn raced back upstairs, into the mall, and bought twelve large bottles of Smirnoff, before returning to the carpark. Lisa was sweating like a pig, her fingers at her cunt, as she massaged herself into a frenzy. For a few minutes Dawn silently watched, seeing her occasionally pause as she allowed the threat of an oncoming orgasm to abate. A little dark circle of her pussy-juices lay on the hard concrete floor, her nipples and clitoris noticably erect. "Lisa... In a minute some tramps are going to come here. I want you to fuck them, in every way you've ever heard of, or in any way they want to. You're to beg for it, like a cheap hooker... and ask them to slap you, and beat you. Tell them you're young, tell them you're a slut. Really deride yourself, do or say the things that you find the most abhorant or painful. And let yourself cum with them." The girl's eyes opened in terror at the request. "But... but..." she stammered, trying to complain, but unable to make the words. Tears now came to her eyes, as she realised that her virginal sanctity was to be defiled in the most unpleasent of ways. As she spoke, she continued her masturbation, though her pussy had dried up in her fear, and the roughness of her toying was clearly causing discomfort. "Is your pussy sore, darling?" asked Dawn, hoping it was, and seeing those hopes confirmed with a tired nod from her slut. Hearing voices, both girls turned to see the hobos enter. Each had unzipped their pants, and had raging hard-ons sticking horizontally out from the groin. "Boys! I'd like you to meet my little sister, Lisa. You can see how excited she is, over the idea of you fucking her silly! Lisa, give yourself to them, do what I asked." Lisa's strained voice called them to her. "Y.Yes... Please, come and fuck me" she said miserably. "Make love to my pussy..." "Lisa!" barked Dawn. "Be nice about it, smile at them, be slutty for them! And remember they're here to rape you violently, your cunt, ass, mouth, anything!, not to 'make love'. " Lisa put on a absurdly forced smile though her tear stained face made no secret of her real feelings, and spoke again. "Fuck me till I bleed... Yes, make me hurt all over... I'm a slag, a dirty little school-girl bimbo, a bad little girl who needs to be raped." The hobo's had opened a bottle of vodka each, and were gulping it down like fat children in a candy factory. The tall one belched, then walked over to Lisa, swaying with the effects of the alcohol. His cock was huge matching the size of his body, as he placed it against her sweet young pussy-lips. "Spread them bitch!" he ordered, but she didn't respond, continuing to finger her clitoris. "Lisa... you do what they tell you... those are my wishes!" shouted Dawn, seeing the girl stop her masturbation and begin to pull her labia apart. She looked down at the 11" of thick cock that was poised to enter her and screamed, but kept herself open for him. "Lisa, beg for it slut... " called Dawn. "Reach for his balls, pull him inside of you! Just think how nice and loose he'll make you for your boyfriend!" As the hobo begin to push into her, she gasped at him. "Yes...Yes rape me with it. Push it inside of me, make e into a slut!". As he penetrated three or four inches inside paused, seeing the young girl grimacing. "Shit lady, she's a virgin! And she don't look like your sister either" he commented. "Not that I care.." He retracted his cock, until only its bulbous, smegma covered head lay inside her, then gripped her slim teenage hips. With one, powerful thrust, he pushed the weight of his body forward, and lunged through her hyman. Again Lisa screamed, feeling an unpleasent tearing sensation as her insides were stretched beyond their limit. "YES... YES Be rough with me" she heard herself say, while in her mind she just sobbed at the violent loss of her cherry. Again, her assailant pulled out, before lunging again, nine inches of manhood breaking her in, and banging at the deepest recesses of her tight young vagina. "Keep at it boy, you're doing a grand job. And don't you want to kiss her? I thought that the first time should be romantic!" commented Dawn, seeing the girl's face turn each time his disgusting mouth neared hers. He pressed his face to her, grabbing her ears with his hands. "Open your mouth kid..." he ordered, his long tongue pushing between her pouty girlish lips. His stale breath and rotten teeth must have seemed foul to the girl, but she responded as asked, kissing and licking at him, like he was her ultimate male. He thrust in and out of her, ever deeper, feeling his cock banging against her cervix, as her brutalised her sweet young pussy. He could feel the warmth of her blood, lubricating her pussy, and allowing his movements to become faster. The other three men had, so far, contented themselves by masturbating over the sight of the girls rape. However, as they saw their pals brow furrow, they wanted a piece of the action and approached the pair. "You want to join in huh?" asked Dawn. "Big guy, roll on your back, so she's on top of you, and Lisa, kneel over him, but keep that cock inside!" The two followed the instructions, as the second largest hobo moved into place facing her Lisa's pert little behind. He used his hands to pull apart her buns, causing her to push a hand back to stop him. "Lisa, I want him to fuck your ass. You'll let him, ok? Spread those pretty little buttocks so he doesn't have to work to hard!" The girl moved her two hands back, and taking a buttock in each, pulled them apart. The pink rosebud of her anus came into view, and the guy wasted no time in pushing his forefinger against it. With much effort, he managed to penetrate it to his first joint but turned. "I'll never get this into that!" he exclaimed pointing at his cock. Whilst shorter than the first guy's it was a diameter of three inches, and Dawn could see his point. "Lisa, relax your ass darling" she ordered. "When she does, push yourself in there or she'll shit herself!" The hobo placed his cockhead at the winking pink hole, and suddenly felt the girls muscles slacken. The big guy paused his assault on her pussy long enough for his friend to drive himself home in a single aggressive shove. "ARGGGGG" screamed the girl, a trickle of blood dropping from her asshole to join the pool from her cunt, and kept flowing as the guy furiously motored in and out of her anus. "Yes! Fuck my ass... make it bleed for you... fuck it so hard that I can't close it and I shit all over myself. " Her words turned on her attackers as they felt each others cocks touching but for a few thin membranes of flesh, with each thrust. The third hobo moved to her face, pulling the big-guy's head away, as he placed his cock between her parted lips. "You're a dirty little cock- sucker, aren't you child?" he asked, as he pulled her chin down, and turned to face his mates. "I'm going to use your throut as a slimy little cunt... that OK by you?" The girl nodded, as he begin to push himself forward, penetrating first her mouth, and then after waiting for her gagging to cease, entering her throat. "What can I do?" asked the fourth guy, seeing the girl being rudely plugged in each of her three orifices. "Ummm, well, you could slap her about a bit?" suggested Dawn, who was now busy with her own pussy, aroused by the girl's submission. He walked over to the group, and knelt by the girl. He placed his hand over one of her pert little breasts, and squeezed the nipple cruelly. Holding it tightly he lifted his hand, so that her breast was stretched, then started slapping its underside with his free palm. Once it was red, he stopped slapping and moved his hand sideways, around the elongated breast, starting to clench his fist. His biceps bulged as all his might went into the squeezing, until he could hold on no more and let go. The poor girl's tit flopped down, it's flesh bruised and displaced, and the skin permanently stretched. Wheras before her nipple had pointed upwards, her tit the shape of half a small orange, it was now elongated and deformed, like that of an old woman's. Little bulges showed the lines of his fingers on the damaged skin, as it flabbily lay, pointing towards her groin. The guy in her mouth had kept her jaws yanked apart, worried that the pain might cause her to bite, and it was just as well, since she was truly in agony. "Ma'am" he said... "I'm ready to cum!". "Wait a moment" requested Dawn, as she pulled a polaroid camera from her bag. Walking over to the men, she placed a fresh bottle of vodka in each one's hand, ordering them to drink it. Then, from each angle possible, she started to record the event on film, until only three shots were left. "Right boys... Let's see you empty half those bottles, and you get to cum. " Each brought it to his lips, and gargled back the alcohol, until they could manage no more. Dawn then walked to them and pulled them away from the girl. Kneeling over the girls pretty little face, she brought a finger to Lisa's mouth, and pressed it hard against her throut. "Lisa.... You know the guy who's been fucking your mouth.... and the guy who's been in your cunt? They've both got pretty bad cases of VD!" Lisa turned, and for the first time noticed the yellow puss on each cock. "Oh no.no.no.." Lisa whimpered, "I think.. I think I'm going to be sick..." Dawn lovingly cradled her head in her hands, raising it so that she was looking down at her ravaged young body. "Don't worry little girl... Mummy will take care of you. Now you just be sick, let your body get rid of all the nasty stuff" Poor lisa started coughing, then after taking a deep breath, proceeded to emit a long stream of yellow vomit, all over her stomach and pussy. Dawn yanked her head backwards hard, placing her hand over the girls mouth. As she retched again, the vile contents of her stomach were forced through her nostrils, making her cough and splutter, the yellow fluid now all over her pretty little face. With each retch, Dawn pulled back, careful to keep the disgusting stuff away from her nice clean clothes. She looked up and saw one of the four men starting to be similarly ill. "C'mon guys, I want to see you throwing up all over her!" she ordered, standing and moving back, her fingers returning to her pussy. "And I'm going to cum" she smiled. The tall hobo moved over Lisa, leant forwards, and spewed directly over her face. This only made his friends feel even more ill, as the stept towards the prone girl, and leant forwards. He rolled up his sleeves, and pushed the fingers of each hand into her mouth, before yanking her jaws apart, and moving as if to kiss her. As his lips touched hers, he once again retched, a watery dollop of vomit dropping from his mouth into Lisa's, while the other's spew begin to cover the remainder of her lithe young teenage body. Sick flew through the air, splattering Lisa's breasts, tummy, pussy and thighs, while her face was covered with a mass of yellow lumps. As their dry stomachs emptied, Dawn ordered them to masturbate themselves to orgasm, smiling as they finally ejaculated, jetting their white sperm over her messy little face. "Alright boys, you've done your job, so go!" Dawn told them, handing each the promised $10. As they left, she knelt besides her young victim, and gazed at her horibly spoilt body. "You were very good" she said, sweetly. "and I think you deserve to get better. You're bleeding rather a lot, but I'm sure someone will find you soon, and call for an ambulance! You'll tell them that you're a prostitute, and that you agreed to all this for $100. And you'll forget that I was ever here.... Do you understand?" Lisa summoned up the energy to give a gentle nod, as Dawn left her, thinking that if this didn't put her boyfriend of the little slut, nothing would... -------------------------------------------------------- As Dawn drove back to her house, she wondered how young Lisa would come to terms with the days events. What a way to lose her virginity, she mused. She did hope that her boyfriend would tell her where to go, once she'd recovered from her injuries. What a bitch she'd been, but she didn't feel guilty... her mummy would have been so proud of her! That night, she masturbated herself to sleep, having placed the polaroids of Lisa's assault on her pillow, and a vibrator up her anus. She finally closed her eyes with a multiple orgasm, and the formation of an idea for the following day. ------------------------------------------------------- She got up promptly on Sunday morning, placed a note on her front door, and begin to prepare her bedroom. When the doorbell went, she wondered for a moment if her plan would work... What if she didn't come? she thought. As she raced down the stairs, she could see Wendy's cute little body through the frosted glass of the door, and knew things would be just fine. "Hi Miss Jameson!" said the pretty blonde girl, as she pulled the door open. "I wondered if you wanted your car washed today?" Wendy Campbell was the youngest of the kids who lived in the house next door. Eleven years old, and just beginning to develop the curves that one day would make her an attractive young woman, she was still beautifully innocent. "Hello Wendy! You're looking lovely today!" said Dawn, causing the girl to smile with pride. "Come in! I feel like some company!" Wendy walked in, and followed Dawn into her kitchen. "Let me fix you a glass of milk..." said Dawn, opening the refrigerator door, and taking the glass, that she'd prepared earlier on. As the young pre-teen sipped at her milk, Dawn looked at her long slim legs, as they extended from a tight pair of shorts. "Erm, Miss Jameson.... I feel kinda giddy...." said the girl, leaning on the chair besides her. The sleeping drug seemed to be having the desired effect! As she slumped to the floor, Dawn knew she hadn't got long. The drug would only last five or ten minutes then the girl would be awake, and perhaps a little unmanagable. Picking up the girl's 90 pound body, Dawn carried her upstairs to the bedroom, and took a length of rope from the floor. Laying Wendy on the large bed that lay in the rooms centre, Dawn cut four lengths of rope, and made a tight loop around each ankle and wrist. For a second, she wondered if the loops were too tight, then cruelly laughed, and made them tighter still, before pulling the ropes to the bed's four corners, leaving Wendys legs and arms stretched. Now what could she do with the little slut?