'This will make you well,' Cindy said, walking over to the girl and standing in front of her. 'Eat your favorite dish. Mama is nice and gooey for you.'
Debbi went to her task more out of routine than anything else. Cindy didn't take long in coming, and Debbi was glad of that.
'That was sweet. Now we'll dress you up sexy and send you out,' Cindy said, leaving herself nude from the waist down.
'You mean tonight?' Debbi asked in shock.
'Certainly. Why wait. The filming starts in a half-hour. I won't be able to go with you. I have friends coming over,' Cindy answered, selecting a suitable set of clothes for Debbi to wear. The girl
remained numb as Cindy dressed her in a simple blouse and skirt, gave her a coat and a kiss on the cheek. That show of supposed tenderness was the most grotesquely obscene part of the ritual.
The address was only several blocks away and Debbi walked to it slowly. There was nothing in the world but fear compelling her. The cold wind of the night reminded Debbi how she'd be without Cindy. But Debbi wondered if any life could be more miserable than the one she was living. Debbi thought of Kansas and her guardians, and especially of the boy she once loved. But none of them would have anything to do with her. They had all cursed her as she left. Pain and violence surrounded Debbi. For a moment she thought of taking her own life. But her will to survive was too strong to utilize that final, complete means of escape.
Debbi rang the apartment bell and a portly, grim-faced man answered. He didn't ask who she was or make a comment of any kind. He merely ushered her in. The apartment was large and had several rooms. About eight people, six of them men, watched her closely. About half the men and both of the women were naked. It was a bizarre scene, but Cindy had accustomed the young girl to the world of the bizarre.
'Hello, honey,' an older man with an exceptionally large cock called to her. Debbi gave a faint-hearted smile so they wouldn't turn hostile. The general reaction of the group to her presence seemed to be mild indifference. Another older man came out of the bedroom, and with him a woman. She was also nude and made her way to the other two women. They were noisily chatting about something that Debbi couldn't clearly understand. She wasn't certain that she wanted to hear what
they were saying. It might be about her.
Once the man was fully seen by the entire group, a hush fell over them. He was quite ordinary-looking in every respect, probably somewhere in his middle forties. Debbi knew at once by the group's reaction that the man was Mr. Henderson, the man in charge of the entire operation in which most of them were probably employed. He made his way straight to Debbi and kissed her on the cheek.
'Hello, Debbi,' he greeted warmly, and steered her around the room. Introductions were made quickly and no one seemed to remember what her name was a minute after they had been told. Debbi felt sick as the men eyed her. There was no genuine lust in their eyes. It was a strange sensation.
'Elmer's ready,' someone called from the bedroom, and several of the people took it as a cue and entered the bedroom. Mr. Henderson led Debbi inside. There was a cameraman and his assistant, and one of the prettier and younger women. The large-cocked older man and a rather good-looking man in his twenties also entered.
Debbi was unceremoniously told to undress, and she did so slowly. She felt a little disheartened at how her striptease affected the nude men. Their pricks didn't give any indication of the slightest interest in what she was revealing before them.
'We'll do the rape scene first. Debbi, get under the sheets,' Mr. Henderson instructed, and the girl meekly obeyed. 'Now, Andy, you enter from the left, and you too, Karla.'
'What am I supposed to do?' Debbi asked, at last finding her tongue as confusion confronted her.
'Don't worry. Karla will see to it that you're more than ready and she'll lead. Struggle against
her at first, then give in,' Mr. Henderson answered, hurrying everyone to their proper position.
The scene started with Karla coming in and pulling down the sheets. There was no sound, as they were obviously making a smoker-type stag film of low quality. Hence, there was a very minimal plot, since the film was primarily concerned with jamming as much sex into the footage shot as possible.
'Resist her a little,' Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi gave a mock struggle. The woman handled her much like Cindy, so Debbi knew how to respond to the woman. The woman's kisses relaxed her, and the feel of a female body against hers was stimulating.
'Rub her cunt, Karla,' Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi opened her legs willingly as the woman rubbed along her furry and slightly damp crack. Karla's finger slipped into the mushy pussy easily, and she began a rapid finger flicking. Debbi let out a groan as the woman's thumb began to tease her oily cut, and she bucked her hips to increase the delicious pressure.
'Go down on her,' Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi gasped her approval of the suggestion. Karla was an expert with her tongue. Debbi was surprised at her own response, even before this group of strangers. But Karla would ease up on her cunt licking whenever she sensed that Debbi was about to go off.
It was torture, but Debbi eagerly reciprocated when Karla switched the position of her legs and her furry crotch descended to the girl's face. Debbi licked the warm cunt and tasted the hot juices that oozed out of it in torrents. Karla was able to get herself much wetter than even Cindy. Even the mere thought of the cruel bitch caused Debbi to
pause, but the sensations at her own crotch inspired her to give the same pleasure to Karla.
'Go get it, Andy,' Mr. Henderson laughed, and the big-pricked man moved to the women. Debbi gave a whimper of protest as the steaming pussy was pulled from her face. And she was completely unnerved at the shock of having the delicious contact on her own cut suddenly stopped. Karla switched to a position next to Debbi, her finger still diddling at the young girl's cunt.
Debbi looked up to see inch after inch of that monster cock sliding easily down Karla's throat. She seemed to be able to take at least seven of the nine inches at once. Debbi felt she would choke to death if asked to duplicate that feat, Happily she wasn't. At least for the moment.
'Fuck her now,' Mr. Henderson ordered. Debbi felt her pussy lips being spread wide by Karla as the man thrust the head of his monster prick into her. It was so wide that Debbi felt it was splitting her in two, but she made no verbal protest.
'Fuck her hard,' Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi let out a small scream as half of the bloated tool drove into her vulnerable cunt. Karla had lubricated it thoroughly, so it was a sensation more of pleasure than pain. Debbi saw Karla once more mount her, and the already juiced-up pussy covered her face.
The two professionals worked in perfect unison, Andy's cock hammering into Debbi's cunt, while she ate Karla. Debbi felt her own orgasm blossoming. It would come to a spine-shattering climax in a moment.
Karla's cunt began spasming and she flooded Debbi's mouth and face with hot juice. Andy suddenly pulled his dick out of her and Debbi could feel his hot sperm as it covered her bush and
belly. Karla bent dawn and began to lap it up.
'Okay, cut!' Mr. Henderson shouted, and on cue both performers got off of Debbi. The girl was handed a towel to wipe herself. She didn't understand. Debbi was so close to her own climax that she was nearly shaking. But it seemed no one cared whether she came or not. The action was finished and that was that. Debbi wanted to come, but she certainly wasn't going to finger herself in front of these people.
The sensation gradually cooled to a tolerable level, but Debbi wasn't at all pleased at the way she was told to hurry and dress. Mr. Henderson clapped a new fifty-dollar bill into her hand and told her to come by tomorrow night at the same time. Debbi was back out on the street before she realized what was happening.
The street lighting in the rough neighborhood was poor. It took Debbi several seconds to see two grisly- looking men leering at her. She clutched the handbag containing the fifty closer to herself. But the two men moved closer to her.
'Help out an old fireman, lady. These hands ain't so good no more,' the first drunk began. Both stank from alcohol and had a weary look caused by years of drinking.
'I… I don't have any money,' Debbi lied, but she made the mistake of drawing her handbag still closer. The two men noticed the movement.
'So we ain't good enough for your kind, huh, miss fancy cunt?' the speaker sneered. The second one grabbed Debbi in a quick motion and pinned her arms behind her. The other man grabbed at her tits through her blouse.
