operate. There are several other people living here. Just like them, your status will depend on how well you cooperate. Do you understand?'
Wendy felt a chill go through her as she looked into the man's eyes. She nodded slightly, then said, 'I… I think so.'
'Fine,' he said and patted her hand. 'When in doubt, ask. For the time being you will answer to no one but Stella and myself. I won't allow you to be harmed… but there is one prime rule you must follow so long as you live here.'
'Rule?' she questioned.
He nodded and pulled her hand over his lap; he pressed it down over the outline of his prick as she tried to withdraw it. 'One rule… you will never say 'no' to anything you are requested to do. Is that clear?' and he moved his hand away from hers.
Wendy sat dumbfounded as the man's hand released her own to leave it over the growing bulge in his pants. She nodded as her face burned brightly.
'Fine… now pull down the zipper of my pants.'
'But… I… that is…' she stammered.
Paul shook his head and repeated the order. Wendy sobbed once and did as she was told. When she had pulled the tab all the way down, he told her, 'Now take my prick out of my pants… gently.'
Wendy held her breath as she reached inside the man's pants, through the opening in his shorts, and touched the wirey growth of pubic hair there. She swallowed thickly as she found his bulging prick and she wrapped her fingers around it. Finally, she worked it free of the confines of his clothing and she sat there, her eyes closed tightly as she felt it growing in her hand.
'There… that wasn't so hard, was it?' he asked and lifted her face to his. He kissed her softly as his hand moved beneath her sweater to cup her warm tit.
Wendy felt her heart beating wildly as Paul fondled her tits; she felt her nipples responding as he rubbed his palm over them in small, sensuous circles. Tightening her grip on his prick, she began moving her fist up and down, thinking he wanted her to do the same thing as the other man. It was all so confusing, she thought, as she tasted his tongue and felt his flesh pulse heavily under her slow manipulation.
Finally, their lips parted and Paul smiled warmly at her as he remarked, 'Hey… I think we're gonna get along just fine,' and he hugged her as his hand cupped her tit fully. 'Now go on down and kiss the head of my prick, honey,' he told her as he removed his hand from beneath her sweater and leaned back.
Wendy swallowed as she gazed down at the shaft of flesh in her small hand; it was larger than Gregor's and she felt again that strange stirring in her stomach as his prick twitched in her hand. Slowly, she lowered her head and pursed her lips to kiss the velvet head. As she did, the smooth flesh jerked spasmodically and she felt his hand on the back of her head urging her down. She opened her mouth slightly and licked out with her tongue as she heard him moan.
'That's the idea, Wendy… make it feel good. Use your tongue, baby… lick it like it was an ice-cream cone.'
Suddenly, Wendy found herself caught up in the act as a new excitement coursed through her body. It was both evil and somehow thrilling as she found herself doing the same thing that had caused her to cringe with fear with the other man. Now, it seemed almost natural to be doing what Paul wanted her to do and she licked around the swollen head of his prick, then took it into her mouth.
Paul shuddered once and groaned, then he lifted Wendy's face from his lap. He kissed her again and his hand sought her full, warm tits as she stirred in his arms. His touch was so unlike Gregor's, and though she knew what she was doing was wrong, she could not help but respond to his warmth.
'Well, looks like you two have struck up a fast friendship,' Stella remarked as she stood before them.
Wendy felt a sudden embarrassment as she looked up and found the woman smiling down at them. She swallowed drily as Paul gave her tit one last squeeze, then removed his hand from her body. She felt her own hand move from his prick as Paul spoke softly.
'Wendy's gonna get along just fine… I've explained things to her and I believe she'll be one of the family before we know it.'
At the mention of the word 'family', Wendy thought about her mother, father and her younger sister, Sandy. A sudden swell of emotion choked her and her eyes were clouded as she realized they had no idea of what had happened to her – what was happening to her. But as the tears streamed down her lovely face, she was thankful that they didn't know – the shock of it would have been too much for them to bear, of this she was sure.
'Hey… what's the matter?' Stella asked and kneeled before the weeping girl. She took hold of her hands as Paul stood up and shoved his prick back inside his pants.
Wendy raised her face slowly and saw the concern etched on the woman's face. Then, she broke down completely. Stella took her into her arms and comforted her as Paul looked down and nodded approval.
'There, there, Wendy… it's gonna be okay…' Stella told her softly. 'This doesn't have to be a bad experience for you.'
But Wendy knew better. She had been ruthlessly kidnapped and forced to do unspeakable things – now this woman was telling her it was going to be all right. She sobbed deeply as the old fear returned momentarily and she wondered again what was going to become of her. Would she ever be able to face her parents again – her sister? And the man had told her that she would be living with them. For how long? For what evil purpose? She shuddered at the thought of it all and cried until the tears were all gone, then she sobbed as Stella continued to hold her, rocking her gently back and forth.
'Look at it this way, Wendy,' Stella told her as she wiped her cheeks with her fingers, 'You could still be with Gregor.'
A chill went through her as she considered that and her sobbing stopped. She sniffed as Stella held out her hand to her. 'Come on… I'll show you to your room. You can take a shower, change your clothes, then we'll all have some supper and you can meet the rest of the family.'
Wendy stood up and glanced at Paul as he crossed the room to the long bar against the back wall. It was as though he had shut her off and she felt a strange separation as she followed Stella up the stairs.
Stella stopped before a door, smiled and opened it. Wendy peeked into the room apprehensively, half expecting a cell. But the room she found was quite attractive and comfortably furnished. There was a double bed; a dresser, a chair and a small bookcase. Against the right wall was a small writing desk with a lamp. Wendy drew her breath deeply and stepped inside.
Stella followed her into the room and opened another door; there was a bathroom complete with stall shower and the usual accompaniments. 'You'll be sharing the bath with Trudy… I'm sure you can work out a schedule that will be acceptable for both of you,' Stella told her, then smiled and reached out to touch the girl's cheek. 'Please, Wendy, don't be frightened… no one is going to hurt you here.'
'But… but why am I here – how long must I stay?' she blurted out.
Stella shook her head. 'Paul should have explained that we don't allow questions, either. The purpose will be made clear for you soon enough, honey… now take off those clothes and I'll get you something a little more fitting.'
Wendy felt the total helplessness of her situation settle over her. She fought the urge to cry again and pulled her sweater over her head. As she looked up, she found Stella staring at her well-formed breasts and a slow blush crept over her young body. She handed the sweater to the woman, then stepped out of her short skirt. Stella looked at her appraisingly as she stood there clad in only sandals and panties.
'Those too, Wendy…' the woman told her.
Blushing, Wendy pulled off her panties, unhooked her sandals and handed them over.
Stella took the things from her and stepped closer, a wistful look in her eyes. 'We're going to be good friends. Paul likes you and so do I,' she said as she reached out to touch the golden bush between Wendy's legs.
Wendy gave a slight start as the woman's fingers touched her pussy, but she did not move away. She watched in fascination as Stella smiled, lowered her head and kissed the nipple of her right tit. Again, that indescribable warmth spread through her body and she chilled slightly as Stella's tongue licked around the sensitive flesh of her nipple.
'Go on, sugar… take a shower. I'll have some things laid out for you when you're finished,' she said and
