she choked again and swallowed the last of his sticky white cum. Her hand was tight on the base of his thick cock and he shuddered as she seemed to milk him gently.
Gregor rubbed his hand over the girl's naked ass. She held her head still and his prick twitched in her mouth. 'Enough, little pigeon… you will make an excellent cocksucker with just a little practice,' he told her and lifted her face.
Wendy felt his mouth on hers and she submitted as his soft tongue entered her mouth. The feeling of revulsion was gone and as his hand played over her full tits, she was filled with wonder at what she was feeling. Still, she was stunned and, as he lifted his face from hers, she realized she still had a firm hold on his prick.
Then, his wards found their way to her confused mind and she was struck again with the thought: My God, what's going to happen to me?
Finally, Gregor pulled away from the girl and raised the seat. He laughed cruelly as he saw the girl glance to her right to find there was no door handle. 'Just sit still, little pigeon,' he told her as he stuffed his wilted prick into his pants, then tossed her panties to her. 'Just a short drive and you will meet your new family…'
Wendy felt a new fear go through her and she tried desperately to understand what was happening to her. Then, another fear came to her as she watched the man bind her wrists. She cried out once as he placed a blindfold over her eyes, but he paid her no mind.
Gregor glanced at the girl, then reached across to fondle her tits one last time before pulling down her sweater. He sighed deeply, turned the key in the ignition and put the car in reverse.
CHAPTER TWO
Wendy sat huddled in the corner of the seat as far away from the man as she could. The blindfold over her eyes frightened her, but the man's last statement before leaving the secluded spot in the woods frightened her even more. His mention of her 'new family' sent chills up her spine and she choked back her tears as she felt the car twist and turn through the night.
Gregor glanced over at the girl from time to time and he was tempted to pull over again so that he might enjoy her tender flesh one more time before turning her over to Paul – the man who would control her life for some time to come. He could not count the trips he had made to the isolated mountain retreat, nor could he recall all of the girls he had abducted over the past few years.
Wendy tried to sort out her feelings as they drove on in silence, but she could not. She tried to block things out of her mind – the things she had been forced to do – but that too, seemed an impossible task. Impossible, because of the feelings she had experienced during the depraved act the man had forced upon her. It was as though there had been some dark awakening deep within her, and when it had happened, she had done her best to deny what she was feeling – but the sensations had been too strong, too real to be denied.
Gregor looked ahead as the turn-off came into view, then he glanced at his watch in the dim light from the dash as he slowed the car. There would be ample time to return to the city for an evening's adventure after he had been paid for his delivery, and he considered what he might do that would surpass the excitement of having the inexperienced young girl suck his prick.
As they turned off the main road and continued on a narrow, bumpy cinder road, Gregor reached across the seat and pulled the blindfold from the girl's eyes. Wendy blinked as she looked out and saw the tall pines that shadowed the road; she had no idea where they were or how far they had driven and her tears welled again as she thought about home. Then, Wendy sat up as a large, well-lighted cabin came into view.
'Here we are, little pigeon,' he said and honked the horn once. 'Your new family awaits you!'
Again, that surge of fear brought on by the thought of the unknown raced through her body as they drew up before the cabin.
It was not until the man had dragged her from the car and they were climbing the steps that she realized how large the dwelling actually was; it was two storied and the upper portion had a sun deck or balcony that completely encircled the portion of it that she could see. Wendy felt herself dragged up the steep steps and when they reached the top, the wide door was thrown open and a man stepped out.
'Well, it's about time… we've been expecting you for over an hour!' the man said and cast a sidelong glance in Wendy's direction.
'There was traffic…' Gregor lied and thrust the girl forward to stand in the light that came from the interior of the cabin.
'Well, well… what have we here?' the man questioned as he placed his hands on his hips and looked at Wendy with a warm smile on his face.
Wendy looked up apprehensively and found a handsome man staring back at her. He was nearly as tall as her own father and about the same age. His dark, curly hair had streaks of gray at the temples and he smiled to reveal a row of even, white teeth.
'And what's your name, little lady?' he asked as he reached out to touch her flowing blonde hair.
'Wendy Harris,' Gregor answered for her and chuckled as he stepped forward and patted her on the ass. 'And she's a virgin!' he added.
The man lifted an eyebrow and smiled again as he asked her, 'Is that true, Wendy. Are, you a virgin?'
Wendy felt her face burning and she moved away from Gregor's hand as he continued to play with her supple ass cheeks. She dropped her eyes and nodded silently.
'Well, Gregor… looks like you've earned a bonus on this one. Come on in and Stella will pay you…' He winked. 'Then I want to talk to you about a special order… if you know what I mean.'
Gregor laughed deeply and shoved Wendy ahead of him. They entered the cabin and Wendy was surprised at its modem decor. To the right was a large kitchen with a long table; directly before them was a larger room, comfortably furnished with the traditional stone fireplace along the left wall. As they entered, a tall red-haired woman came down the stairs.
Wendy looked at the woman as she descended the stain and approached them. She had short-cropped hair that haloed her face attractively and her body was slender – like that of a fashion model. Wendy cut her eyes away from the woman as she saw her breasts bounce invitingly beneath the light shirt she wore.
The woman stopped directly in front of Wendy and she took a long, appraising look as the man asked, 'Well, what do, you think?'
'She looks like a real blonde…' the woman said huskily as she reached out to stroke Wendy's head.
'And she's a virgin!' Gregor supplied as Wendy cringed under the woman's touch.
'Really?' the woman said as she cupped Wendy's chin to raise her face.
Wendy felt her face burning under the woman's gaze. She swallowed back her fear as the woman licked her lips, then leaned forward to kiss her full on the mouth. The act surprised Wendy more than it frightened her and she tried to pull away. But the woman's hand was behind her head and she held her tightly as the two men looked on. As the woman's tongue touched her lips, Wendy groaned; she felt her lips parted gently and, as the woman kissed her softly, she felt searching fingers lift the hem of her short skirt. She tensed then as the woman's fingers slipped beneath the leg-band of her panties to tease the sensitive lips of her pussy. A small chill ran through her body as she felt her body probed, then stroked lovingly.
Finally, Stella lifted her mouth from the girl's and smiled as she looked up. 'She certainly is a virgin… a real live blonde virgin!' and they all laughed.
Wendy stumbled back a step as the woman removed her hand from between her legs and she stared at the three people in disbelief. Never in her life had she been subjected to such humiliation and her cheeks burned brightly as they all looked at her. Then, the man stepped forward, took her by the arm and led her away as the man called Gregor spoke to the woman.
Paul walked the stunned teenager to the large leather sofa in the front of the fireplace. He gestured politely and smiled as Wendy sat down, then gazed into the low bank of coals before them. Sitting beside her, he reached out and took hold of her hand.
'Wendy…' he began as he squeezed her hand, 'my name is Paul… Paul Land. You're going to be living with Stella and I for a little while – and I want you to understand something clearly…' He paused as she glanced up at him, a look of apprehension on her lovely young face. 'You will not be mistreated or harmed as long as you co-
