house and then were blindfolded and put into the van. An hour later they were pushed out in front of the school.
It took them a little while to get their blindfolds off and then they stood looking at each other with sick expressions.
'It's all over,' Sherry said.
'Is it?' Leslie asked. 'Will it ever be really over for us? After what they've done.'
'They didn't do anything to us,' Ginger said suddenly.
'What?' Sherry asked.
'Don't you understand, Sherry? When we tell what happened, my boyfriend will never look at me again. Neither will Jim or any of your boyfriends, Leslie. They'll look at us like whores. It'll be horrible for everyone.'
'She's right,' Leslie said finally. 'I know that my mother will look at me as if I have a disease or something. Even though she doesn't mean it.'
'What will we say?' Sherry asked.
'They kidnapped us and kept us in a dark house where we were fed and cared for. We didn't know what was going on until we were let go.'
They all nodded. And then Sherry understood why George had kept giving her that awful grin. He had known they would all be too scared to say anything. She wondered how many times those men had done it, how many more times they would do it until some girl spoke up.
Sherry knew only one thing for sure. It wouldn't be her.
It was barely a half hour before the police found them. It was going to be a long two days for all the girls. There were many questions asked. Everyone wanted to know what had happened. And they had to keep repeating the same stories for the police over and over again.
Sherry was finally starting to think it was all over as she went over her statement one last time. She was just breathing a sigh of relief when she looked up and saw George. He was in uniform, a police uniform, and he was grinning at her.
'Oh no!' she said softly.
'I want to ask her a few questions alone,' George said.
'Sure, Captain,' one of the young officer's said.
The room was cleared out in a few moments and Sherry was left alone with the man who had treated her so badly. He sat down beside her and put his hand on her knee. She shivered but she didn't move her knee away.
'You know you're doing the right thing,' he said. 'You wouldn't want all that trouble and shame brought on your family.'
'You're in charge here?' she asked.
'Yes,' he answered. 'I'm the boss. And you're a young girl who's been kidnapped. And you're being smart. That's important. But I think you could be a lot smarter.'
'What do you mean?'
'There are men in town who'd like a sweet young thing like you, and you could make a little extra money.'
'That's sick.'
'Sure it is,' he said. 'The trouble is that you want it, and you'd do it for no money at all. Maybe you don't realize it yet, baby, but you need somebody to beat you up and fuck you silly. You need it bad.'
'You're lying. You're a sick animal.'
'So are you, baby,' he said.
George got up and left her alone. It was over, really over. The police had believed her story. But of course they would, George was in charge.
Sherry went back to the regular routine of living. She dated Jim regularly and it was obvious that they were going to get married. Jim kept up trying to get into her panties but she wouldn't let him. And yet there was a nagging feeling that made her wish that Jim would get rough with her, that he would make her take her panties off.
A couple of months went by and gradually something was happening to her. She didn't know what it was but it seemed like her life was boring. She found she had started to look at men on the street. And wonder what kind of men they would be.
It had to happen. George had known it. She hadn't realized it until she came home one evening and knew she could not stand another night of just sitting around the house.
She picked up the phone and made her phone call. A few moments later she was talking to George. He gave her a name and an address and he told her to expect anything when she got there. He also told her to wear something sexy.
Sherry took a shower and dressed in a short, clinging green skirt and green high heeled shoes. She combed her hair out until it was shining.
She licked her lips as she went out to her car. She drove to the address she had been given and there was a burning excitement growing in her every moment. She tried not to think about what she was doing. She couldn't even understand why she was doing it.
She saw people looking at her as she walked through the lobby of the motel. It made her feet naked. Her heart was pounding as she walked up the stairs and into the dark hallway. She found the room in just a few moments and she knocked timidly on the door. But there was no answer so she knocked again. Then she heard footsteps inside the room.
A moment later the door opened. He was a big, curly headed man with a cruel-looking scar across his cheek. He looked like he could break boards with his hands. He was everything that Sherry thought he would be.
He was dressed in only a towel that covered the essentials. His hairy chest was dripping water from his shower as he looked her over like he was inspecting a piece of merchandise.
'Mr. Wilson?' she said.
'That's right. You must be Sherry. Come in.'
She brushed past him and then turned to face him. He reached out and grabbed her titty and she knocked his hand away out of shock and surprise. He kicked the door shut with his foot and brought his fist around in a wicked blow that knocked her off her feet. She tasted blood from a slightly cut lip.
'Let's get something straight, cunt,' he said. 'I bought your ass and I'm going to do everything I want to do to it. You don't like the way I play then you get your big ass out. But George might not like that.'
George wouldn't like it but that was not the reason she was staying. Almost immediately she had felt the quick shiver of excitement. This man was a brute and a brute was what she needed.
'Fix me a drink, cunt,' he said.
She fixed him a drink from the bottle on the cabinet. He had leaned back on the bed and jerked the towel off. There was not an ounce of fat on his body and Sherry was trembling as she walked over to him.
'How are you at blow-jobs, cunt?' he asked.
'All right,' she said.
'You'd better be better than that,' he told her. 'Give me the drink and get down there and get busy.'
She handed him the drink as she sat down on the bed. He had not asked her to undress and somehow she knew that he wanted to see her suck him while she still had her clothes on and her face and hair fixed up.
She reached down for his cock and her fingers circled his shaft and she worked her hand up and down. His prick was as big and muscular-looking as he was and it grew even thicker in her fingers. She tightened her fingers a little more and moved her hand up and down.
She let her hand slide down to his heavy cum-filled balls. It excited to her to have her fingers on his cockflesh and she knew that it wasn't going to be long before she had this huge cock in her cunt.
She bent her head down and she could smell his strong odor. His cockmeat had a sexy smell and just the smell of it made her pussy burn. She pushed her tongue against the swollen cockhead and tasted a little of his cum.
Her heart pounded faster and faster and she nibbled at the swollen head of his cock. Her tongue moved out slowly and touched at the tiny hole. He groaned in pleasure and his hand came down to stroke the back of her
