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(MM/f-teen, ped, rp, nc, 1st) *** Characters: Jennifer Chris Mark Jennifer's eyes looked down at the hand on her knee. Chris wasn't moving it up or down, but the last digit on his middle finger was wiggling tiny circles in her skin right above her knee. It sort of tickled, but she didn't dare move. Chris lifted his hand off the girl's leg and held up her wrists by the bindings, looking at Mark. As though asking a silent question, Mark responded, "Did you lock it?" "Yes." "Then go for it." Chris grinned and untied the young girl's hands, letting her go and getting back to his feet. "There you go. That should show you how much we're trusting you to be good. No running, no screaming, no fighting us and definitely no trying to get away. If you disobey us on any of those fronts, Mark gets to play with you without my supervision." Jennifer pushed the ropes off the mattress and scooted away from them closer to the middle. She wasn't bound, blindfolded, or gagged anymore and could move as she wanted, but where? She looked around, ignoring most of what Chris was saying. She knew not to try anything stupid. She wasn't an idiot, but she had to learn of her surroundings. It felt odd to her that she was only just now noticing most of this stuff. This appeared to be a basement or something. Three walls were all fuzzy and dark red, covered in what she could tell even from a distance was probably soft and comfortable to the touch; probably felt or polyester. The other wall was cement which took away from the whole aesthetic value of the fuzzy redness. On the wall in front of her was a set of dark cedar wooden stairs leading up to a heavy looking equally dark cedar door that had a deadbolt. She was sitting on a clean mattress but next to it was a recliner and a not-so-fashionable three-seater couch that had a red/tan/dark green/tan/red coordinated pattern. On one of the red walls was a feint outline of another door that she would have missed if there wasn't a handle there, but it was closed so she didn't know what was behind it. She looked up and around, the only light switch in the room to the three rows of incandescent lights with filters covering them looked down on them. On the concrete wall was a very tiny window leading to..blackness. She couldn't see outside but it was a set of three glass panes high on the wall, which in her mind confirmed that they were in a basement. She finally looked back up the two. Chris and Mark just stood there watching her taking things in. They could see the gears working in her head. Chris grinned because he thought it was adorable. Mark smirked because he could tell she was trying to find a way to escape, which meant he would have fun with her without Chris being there to stop him. She cleared her throat, trying to be brave and came up with a way to have time to think, "Uhm... I... may I please go to the bathroom?" Chris' grin spread at how absolutely adorable she was and pointed to the previously mysterious door on the wall. "If you need to go, use that restroom. The ones upstairs are..obviously out of the question." Jennifer looked at the door handle and nodded, looking back up at them and attempted to rise to her feet but head spun and her legs refused to hold her up and she leaned back onto the mattress. Fortunately Chris was there to help lift her up and lead her to the door. She closed it behind her perhaps a little too quickly and was dismayed to find no lock on the door. It was a rather nice bathroom though. Clean with plenty of toilet paper, a walk-in sunken shower that she supposed could also be used as a Jacuzzi or something, though it looked to only fit one or two people at a time. There was also a mirror with a vanity, in its drawers were toiletries for, allegedly, her. Tampons and maxi pads of various sizes. This was a relief as much as it was a sign for panic. Just how long were they planning on keeping her here? And the more important question that she keeps having to push back down to prevent having a panic attack, what was their end-game plan? She already knew that she was very probably going to be raped. Mark had already made that part crystal clear. What she didn't like was that they were afraid to let her out of the basement. Were they in a populated area? They looked young but she supposed they could own this place on their own. That would probably mean they'd have jobs that would leave her for several hours unattended. She could only hope. A loud *BANG BANG* on the door nearly made her jump out of her skin, Mark's voice coming in through the door, "I don't hear anything hitting that water." So she pulled her panties down, sat on the toilet, and squeezed her muscles to force something out. She was soon done and, reaching behind her to feel for a handle, felt nothing. She twisted at the waist to find a pad with a few buttons with no picture for indication of their purpose. She pushed the first one of a small jet of water hit her mons, making her jump with an "AH!" It surprised her and she grimaced that her pussy was all wet with toilet water. She set the pad aside and got up, handling a wad of toilet paper and wiping herself enough. She still didn't know which of the buttons actually flushed the toilet though. Whatever. She pulled her panties back up and washed her hands, exiting the bathroom. Chris and Mark was sitting on the ugly couch with a space in between them, wearing their grin and smirk respectively. Chris patted the open space and Jennifer felt like she shrank in place, making the smallest of steps over to them and smoothed her school's skirt under her before sitting down. Chris started with an arm around her shoulder, his arm being long enough to bend his elbow on the other side of her neck so his forearm hung just over her breasts, but also too long for his hand to reach it comfortably for him. "So, Jennifer, this is how things are going to work. Or at least, this is how I'd like them to work. You will be having sex with the two of us. I don't enjoy hurting people or things like Mark does, so I'll be going first." She flinched as his arm went around her and kept her eyes of the floor as she listened to him. He was being rather blunt about it and while some part of her had accepted what was about to happen, the other part was still scared out of her mind. "Why are you doing this?" "Because we like to have sex..." He didn't hesitate to answer, "..now listen closely, because this is important for you to know. I'm not going to just rip your clothes off and... fuck your brains out. You're probably bone dry and a guy can't just push into that. Shit hurts." He picked up a can of mountain dew that she hadn't seen before off of a side table and took a drink before setting it back down. Mark shifted and Jennifer looked up at him first, though regretted it almost instantly. She could see the lust behind his violent brown eyes, controlled only by Chris' presence she assumed. She quickly looked back at the floor "So..what does that mean?" Chris grinned to himself. At least she was trying to participate. That was a good sign for him, "Well, first things first. We're going to take turns getting naked. You're probably not too experienced so we're going to explore each other first. Then we're going to have a little fun with some foreplay. Then when I think you're ready, I will take your virginity." He felt Jennifer hug herself and tense up so he shifted so his arm wasn't around her and rubbed her back softly. Jennifer was on the verge of a panic attack, but a small voice in the back of her mind kept trying to convince her it wasn't going to be all that bad. Chris gently took her chin in his other hand and turned her head to face him. Their eyes locked and he smiled. He was rather handsome and she forced herself to focus on his face and try to think of nothing else. "I want you to listen very carefully.." her eyes locked onto his lips. "...this will be as pleasurable as you allow it. This is going to happen... whether or not you want it to right now, so why fight it? Enjoy the experience. This might sound unfair, given the circumstances, but not a lot of girls are lucky enough to have a good first time, and I take pride in my abilities to please." This was unfair. Everything about it was unfair. She felt her eyes watering as she looked up into his pretty blues "Then..then please just let me go." Mark stifled a snort at her pun and Chris just smiled at her cuteness, "I don't like to repeat myself, and since this is only our first day here, I'll let it slide, but that's simply just not going to happen, Jennifer. Now if you make me say that again, you will be punished. Remember that there is a bad side to every good one, and Mark's is a lot worst then mine." Chris looked her face over, noting her eyes noticing this, "I'm going to kiss you now. We'll start slow, okay?" She nodded and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her. They both felt how soft the other's were which surprised Jennifer. Chris pulled away and he smiled, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Jennifer touched her lips with her fingertips and looked back up at Chris, shaking her head slightly. "Good. Did you like it?" She wasn't quite sure how she felt about it. It wasn't her first kiss, but she sort of got the feeling she wasn't the first girl Chris has done this to, and it was easier for him, or perhaps required for him, to assume the girl was as innocent as an angel. She shrugged her shoulder to his question, not knowing how to answer it. Chris shrugged back, leaning in for another kiss. Their lips touched again, Chris' hands moving to embrace the young girl. His hands went around to the middle of her back then went different directions, one hand going up into her hair and the other inching down just above her butt cheeks. Jennifer tensed up again but just focused her mind on what he said earlier about trying to enjoy it. Her lips didn't move and just let Chris' lips have his way with hers. Chris moved his head back to look down into her eyes, "You need to start kissing me back." Jennifer closed her eyes, focusing on trying to obey. He had laid down some very straight-forward rules. Obey at all costs and try to have fun doing it. If he wasn't forcing himself into this situation, she might. She felt Chris lean back in an she pursed her lips. She felt his tongue slide out of his mouth and brush against her lips so she opened her mouth letting him in. Chris felt this reciprocation and the hand on her lower back slid down and under the waistband of the skirt, pulling the shirt up to un-tuck it so that his hand was touching her bare skin. Mark sat on his side of the couch watching the two. He could feel his dick begin to harden as he figured she was starting to return the kiss since Chris didn't say anything about it again. He shifted his position so he could move the direction it was facing as it was growing to be uncomfortable how it was. After a minute or two of french-kissing the young girl, Chris pulled away and let her go from his grasp. Jennifer exhaled and her breathing was ragged, her mouth hanging open. It was a sexy sight from where Chris was sitting, but things were about to get much hotter, "Okay..so here's how we're going to do it. I pick a piece of clothing and you take it off. Then you pick a piece of clothing and I take it off. We'll do that until we're both naked then the real fun starts." To be continued... Author Note: If you want to see anything in particular happen, or have new story ideas that you wish to see me write, send an email to Tiggs.Sara@gmail.com. Any and all feedback is highly appreciated, even if it's negative or critical. -------------------------------------------------------- This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. -------------------------------------------------------- Kristen's collection - Directory 82