Chapter 1

“I’m trying to think of a way to help you. Tell me again what happened” Emma said to her friend.

“Ok. I had borrowed dad’s car”

“The Saab?”

“Yeah. I didn’t ask him because, you know, I don’t have my license and I’m not insured. I’d had a few glasses of wine and I just needed something from the store, it was only going to be a quick trip, I didn’t...” Caroline’s words dissolved into a flood of sobbing”

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m going to help, just tell me the rest”

The tall blonde blew her nose and continued. “I was coming back and I got a text message, I just looked down for a second to see who it was. I didn’t see the crossing. The guy just stepped out in front of me. I hit him. Oh God I hit him. I hit him.”

Emma shifted in her seat. This was going perfectly. “and then what?”

“I stopped for a minute, and watched. I could see in the mirror he was” Caroline stopped for a moment, forcing back the tide of panic “er, he was sort of rolling around, trying to drag himself to the side of the road and there were, er, these bubbles of blood coming every time he breathed. I couldn’t get caught there, so I drove away.” Caroline raised her eyes to meet Emma’s for the first time since she had started recounting the tale. “I just drove off and left him. And this morning, I read in the paper that a man matching his description died in hospital. He was only 24.” The distraught girl started sobbing again

Emma took a deep breath, remembering what Vicky had told her to say. “Ok, let’s assume no one saw you. The biggest problem is the damage to the car. You need to get it repaired before your parents get home and before anyone notices it and puts the pieces together. But you can’t just take it to any old garage, the police will check. I know someone who can fix it.”

“thank you” Caroline managed to say in a choked sob.

“OK, I’m going to go and sort this and I’ll get back to you”

Emma left the house and got on the tube, she pulled the mini recorder her friend had given her, plugged in her headphones and checked. The HD recording made by the camera hidden in her bag showed a crystal clear image of Caroline’s face as she confessed her crime, and the audio was certainly clear enough. Life just got very interesting.

Caroline had called her friend the previous night, right after the incident. Emma had been with her sometimes girlfriend, a bi-sexual goth girl named Vicky, who had immediately seen the opportunity. She called her boyfriend, a tattoo artist and petty criminal named Chris. Emma had arranged to see Caroline the next day and that evening the three had prepared the tools and plan to snare the beautiful girl in a trap that they would all enjoy, but that Caroline would certainly not.

As the train click clacked her in the direction of her home, Emma looked at her reflection in the window. She was not an attractive girl, not ugly, but plain. Her red hair and mousy features did little to help, nor did her lack of confidence, which caused her to wear unflattering clothing, despite her slim frame. In fact, confidence was one of the things that most attracted her to her friend Vicky. Although Vicky was slightly younger than her – Just 15 where Emma and Caroline were 16 – the younger girl had confidence to spare. Her sexuality, particularly, was precocious and inventive, perhaps a side effect of 10 years of unwanted and often brutal attention from her step-father.

Emma still couldn’t believe the opportunity that had fallen into her lap. A bisexual herself, she had lusted after Caroline for the past 2 years, only to be rejected and relegated into the friendzone. In fact friend zone was being generous, lackey was more appropriate, serving as a shoulder for Caroline to cry on or ask for help, whilst abandoning her when it was convenient. Emma’s lust had gradually morphed into the simmering hatred of the spurned. She rubbed her thumb gently over the image of Caroline’s face on the LCD screen of the recorder, over the pixyish lines of her jaw, a gift from her Norwegian mother, and up over the blond hair that spoke to her father’s Australian genes. The girl was beautiful – 6 feet tall with large C cup breasts and slim, taught stomach. Her long legs flared seductively into a shapely ass. Well, she would regret her beauty soon enough, just as she would regret the way she had treated Emma.

Once home, Emma called Vicky and set the plan in motion. They arranged for a friend to collect and repair Caroline’s father’s car. He agreed to secretly document and preserve the evidence, but otherwise to keep quiet about it. They had some time, summer had only just started and Caroline’s parents were only 1 week in to an 8 week tour of Africa for their wedding anniversary, the reception for phone and e-mail was all but non-existent, so they had 7 weeks before any oversight returned and Caroline’s younger sister was enjoying the freedom, spending most of her time out with friends.

Once the car had been collected, Emma arranged to return to Caroline’s home. Caroline’s face register the shock when she opened the door and found Vicky in tow. The two girls entered the house and sat. Vicky began talking before Caroline had a chance to ask any questions.

“Hi Caroline. Emma explained the situation, and it was a friend of mine who is sorting the car out”

“Thank you” Caroline croaked out with a hoarse voice, her eyes darting from Emma to Vicky.

“I’m glad I could help, but I need a favour from you”

Caroline’s mouth worked several times in silence before she managed to ask “what?”

Vicky sighed “You’re not going to like it, but I helped you and I need you to do this. My boyfriend is in a bit of money trouble. Fortunately he’s insured. I need you to rob him”

“What?” Caroline barked, incredulous.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be in on it. You just need to go in at closing time, rob him, take the money and give it to me. Then he can claim on the insurance.”

“Can’t you just say he was robbed?”

“No. He’s going to set up a security camera, somewhere that no one will be able to tell it was you, but enough that the insurance company can see he couldn’t have safely done anything but give you the money. That’s why you’ll need this” she reached in her bag and came out with a black hand gun”

“A gun? Are you serious? No way”

“It’s just a replica. All you need to do is go in the back door. Keep your face towards the counter. The camera will be in the far corner on your left as you go in, so make sure you don’t look in that direction. Just point the gun at him, tell him to give you all the money from the register. When he says no, push the gun in his face and tell him you’ll kill him if he doesn’t. Then he’ll give you the money, you leave, making sure that you don’t look towards the camera, and then give the money to me. Then we’re even.”

Caroline took a deep breath. “let me think about it”

“No time, this needs to happen tonight so that he can get the insurance money before his next rent is due. We need to go, now”

“Lina” Emma said, using the abbreviation of her Norwegian name “They really helped you, just do this and it’s over. No one will know what you did”

There was a long silence during which Emma was sure that Lina would hear the thumping of her heart in her chest and realise it was a trap. Finally, Caroline whispered “OK”

They left for the tattoo parlour and an hour and a half later Lina was standing outside the back door of the shop, fake gun in hand. It was only then that she realised that, in the panic, she had not grabbed anything to cover her hair or face. She contemplated aborting and asking that they do it tomorrow instead, when she was better prepared, but the memory of Vicky’s warning of the urgency, along with the help she had given and what they knew all spurred her on.

As a distant church bell struck eight, Caroline entered the shop in a daze, careful to avoid looking at the security camera. Pointing the gun at Chris she demanded the money and, as per the plan Vicky had laid out, made a show of threatening to kill him if he didn’t comply. Finally, she left the store the same way she had entered and ran round the corner to where Vicky and Emma were waiting. She handed off the money and the three split up, Lina making her way home where she crawled fully dressed into bed and fell into a deep, restless sleep, plagued by nightmares.

When she awoke, the sun was streaming in through her window. Almost immediately she heard the doorbell ring – Was that what had woken her? She stood, but collapsed, and it took her a few seconds to steel herself to walk down the stairs. Each step brought increasing dread of who was at the door. Was it the police? Did they know? Finally she reached the door and looked through the peephole and was surprised to see Emma, Vicky, and Chris. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door. The group exchanged greetings and Lina showed them in to the living room.

“We have something you need to see” Said Vicky, as Chris messed around with the TV, connecting some wires from a small device. A moment later, Lina was looking at her own face and hearing her own voice confess to the hit and run manslaughter. The colour drained from her face and a wave of nausea washed over her.

“She gets the idea” said Vicky, “next”

Chris pressed a button on a remote control and the video jumped. It was now a split screen of eight boxes, each showing the interior of Chris’s store. One view was clearly from the camera that Vicky had warned her about, but the other 7 HD feeds covered every conceivable angle. After a few seconds she saw herself enter the store, unmasked and clearly visible, and threaten Chris with the gun. A camera showing the view from behind the counter captured her face so well she could see some pores on her chin. Her threat to kill Chris could be clearly heard, synching up exactly with the movement of her mouth. The cameras also captured Chris filling the bag with money and handing it to Caroline, along with her taking it and fleeing the store.

As the screen went black Lina sat in stunned silence. Vicky watched her, a cruel smile spreading over her face.

“Well, I see you understand your situation, judging by your face, but let’s recap. So we have Driving without a license and insurance, taking a car without permission, driving under the influence, hit and run, manslaughter and armed robbery. Oh and secretly fixing the car means you can add perverting the cause of justice to that. If you were convicted of all that, you’re looking at 10 years to life. So let’s say you get the minimum. When you come out you’ll be 27, no A-levels, no university education and a criminal record, no chance at getting married by then or having kids. Your life will suck hard. But, realistically, such a range of callous actions so close together means they will probably not give you leniency, so you can add at least another 10 years on to that. And do you know what they do inside to girls that look like you?”

Tears were silently streaming down Lina’s pretty face as she managed to ask “why are you doing this to me?”

Vicky moved closer to her, causing Lina to recoil and sink back into the chair as the Goth sat on the arm, raising her hand she gently wiped away a tear with the back of her hand.

“We want to make a deal. We each have a copy of this video. It’s set up as something called a dead man’s switch. That means if anything happens to us and we don’t enter a code within a specific timeframe, this video, along with your details and evidence about the car will be sent to the police.”

Lina’s mouth began opening and closing silently, shock robbing her of words.

“Shhhh, don’t look so upset. I said that would happen if we don’t enter the right code. We will keep entering that code as long as you do what we want.”

“what- What do you want?” asked Lina, her voice trembling

“You of course. Emma tells us your parents are away for the next seven weeks. So here’s the deal. You belong to us for those seven weeks. You do anything and everything we say. You become our slave. If you do that then, when your parents get home, you’re free, with just a memory of seven unpleasant weeks, but you get to live the rest of your life normally. If you don’t do as we say, and I mean everything we say, then you get to spend a good chunk of your life getting raped by bull dykes in prison and then the rest of it in the only dead end jobs you’ll be able to get as an ex-con with no qualifications or work experience.”

“What would you want me to do?” Lina blurted out in a choked sob

“Well, I’m not going to lie to you - that time is over. It won’t be nice, well, not for you. Not nice at all. You will have to do things that are embarrassing, humiliating, disgusting and painful. But only for seven weeks. In prison, you’ll have the same thing for 20 years or more. Plus whatever your parole officer will demand for saying you’ve been a good girl. You’ll have a lot of sex, of course. With Chris, with me, with Emma and with anyone and everyone else we want.”

Lina’s eyes shot wide open “You can’t” Lina was no virgin, of course, but she’d slept with only 2 boys. Her first time had been a disappointment, not painful, but uncomfortable, and very brief. She’d had sex with her second boyfriend only three or four times before they broke up three months ago.

“We can, unless the idea of a couple of decades of prison rape followed by a miserable life of poverty and parole officer rape sounds good to you” Vicky countered

Caroline bowed her head as the three sat watching her. The silence seemed to stretch on for hours, her tormentors unconsciously leaning forward as the tension built. Finally, she looked up, her eyes moist and red. “o- ok”

Vicky smiled and went back to the other sofa, next to Chris. “Good choice, you won’t regret it” she cocked her head to one side “Well, honestly, you’ll probably regret it constantly, for the rest of your life, but always remember the alternative is much, much worse. Right let’s get started, stand up bitch”

Lina recoiled at the word as if she’d been struck physically. The room was silent, three sets of eyes locked on her. For a long time no one moved, until Vicky’s face began to cloud. Seeing that, Lina forced herself to jump to her feet. Vicky licked her lips, God this bitch looked hot in her tight black tank top, prominently displaying those pert round breasts and tight jeans making the most of her long legs and round ass. But the thing that made her most attractive to Vicky was the way she was holding herself now – Broken and afraid, head bowed and shoulders arched, hands fidgeting nervously in front of her while tears streamed from her eyes. It was a look Vicky recognised from her own mirror in those early days when her step-father took an interest in her, and seeing It on the girl before her felt like passing off a heavy weight.

“OK, take off your tank top” Vicky commanded. Lina opened her mouth as if to protest, but no words came out. The blond girl glanced from Vicky to Chris to Emma, her eyes pleading with the last, begging for help, but she quickly saw she had no ally in the room.

Her hands shaking, she gripped the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head. Vicky drew in an involuntary gasp as the material rose, revealing the tanned flesh of her toned stomach, catching briefly on the protrusion of her bra before popping free and over her head. Caroline looked around for a moment, considering where to put the top, before settling on dropping it in a heap beside her.

“Damn” commented Chris “Nice tits bitch”

“Now take off the Jeans” Vicky commanded “and don’t take so long about it this time. Believe me, you do not want to try my patience”

Nodding three times, the trembling girl began unbuttoning her jeans before sliding the denim down over her long legs. Bending over to work the tight cuffs over her feet forced her ass to jut out, accentuating the shape beneath the high cut black cotton panties. Dropping the discarded jeans on top of the tank top, Lina stood, clasping her arms in front of her in an attempt to hide her modesty, but which had the unexpected and, from Lina’s point of view, undesired effect of squeezing her breast together in her black lacy bra.

“Move your hands slut” Vicky barked, lust and malevolence causing her voice to crack. “in fact, rub your tits through your bra. No, not like that, really squeeze them hard,”

Caroline complied, digging her fingers into the material and flesh beneath it, tears streaming from her eyes. Vicky tapped Chris who started digging in his backpack. “Close your eyes and moan, look like you’re really getting off on this” Vicky commanded her new slave. Chris sat back up, video camera in hand, and began recording the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Now, keep your eyes closed and keep squeezing your tit, but move your other hand down and rub your pussy hard through those panties.” Lina complied, moving her right hand down, and rubbing the cleft between her legs through the cotton.

“really get in there, rub it hard slut, and remember, moan and enjoy it”

Again Lina did as she was bidden, pressing a finger deep into the folds of her labia and rubbing the nub of her clit through her panties “Mmmmm, oh yeah that feels good”

“That’s not how sluts like you talk. Tell us you like it because you’re a slut”

“Oh yeah, this feels so good. I’m such a slut”

The room went quiet for a moment as Lina continued rubbing herself obscenely, moaning as she did. Quietly, Vicky stood and moved closer to her, careful not to obscure the camera lens. A few moments later, Lina’s forced moans had given way to those of genuine pleasure, her breath had become shallower and more rapid as her body built towards orgasm. Without warning, Vicky slapped her, hard, across the face. The startled girl fell backwards, eyes snapping open, her hand moving from her breast to her stinging cheek.

“Why – why did you do that?” She asked

Vicky squatted down beside her “First of all, I don’t have to explain myself to you, or even have a reason. If I want to hit you, I can. But, this time I will explain. You were going to cum you little whore. I didn’t tell you that you could. From now on, don’t you dare cum without my permission or you’ll have a lot worse than a slap to deal with.” Without warning, the smaller goth girl snorted and spat in the blonde’s face. Carolina recoiled and went to wipe it away “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE” Vicky screamed, causing Caroline’s hand to pull away from her face as if it had been scalded.

“Good. Now stand up bitch” Vicky commanded over her shoulder as she returned to her seat.

As Lina stood, she noticed the video camera for the first time. “You’re recording this?”

“That’s right. You want to complain about that? Please complain about it, I have some punishments ready that you will hate, but we’ll love.” Vicky leered at her, but the older girl just bowed her head.

“Right, well let’s see those tits, lose the bra” Broken, Caroline reached behind herself and undid the clasp, sliding the straps over one arm then the other before hesitating just a moment and dropping it on top of the growing pile of discarded clothing. Her breasts were wonders to behold, less tanned than the surrounding flesh, but far from pasty, the orbs stood out proudly from her chest, each topped with a cherry coloured nipple.

“now play with them” Vicky ordered hoarsely and immediately Caroline’s hand jumped to her exposed breasts and began kneading them like dough, tears falling anew down her delicate features.

Her audience stared on for several minutes, Chris rubbing the clearly visible bulge of his cock through his pants. Finally Vicky said “well, might as well see the rest, lose the panties bitch” Caroline met Vicky’s eyes with her own Hazel doe eyes, searching for any trace of compassion. Finding none, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them one leg at a time.

“What the fuck is that?” Vicky demanded, pointing at the neatly trimmed rectangle of hair over her pussy. “Listen carefully slut, there are going to be some new rules, but this is rule number 1. No hair anywhere on your body except your head and your eyebrows, got it?”

“Yes” Caroline replied.

“That’s rule 2, you refer to us as mistress or master. Got it?”

“Yes” Caroline replied again, before seeing Vicky’s darkening face “Yes Mistress”

“Jesus you are a stupid whore aren’t you? That wasn’t rhetorical” she added as Lina bowed her head

“Yes mistress”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I am a dumb whore”

“Good, tell me again”

“I’m a dumb whore”

“again”

“I’m a dumb whore”

“Damn right you are. Right, now we need to go shopping soon and we need to sort out that hair on your filthy cunt, but we can’t go anywhere like this so you better take care of us. Get on your knees in front of Chris”

With leaden feet, Caroline moved towards the older man. She didn’t know how old Chris was, but figured he had to be in his late 20’s at least, possibly early 30’s. What kind of man that age dated a girl who was barely 15? Come to think of it, they had been going out for some time, at least since Vicky was 14, possibly 13, Caroline wasn’t sure. Her ruminations were cut short as she reached him and dropped to her knees. As Chris handed the video camera off to Vicky.

“OK baby, stand up. Now get his pants open bitch” Sobbing again, Lina reached her hands slowly to Chris’s belt, only to recoil as Vicky slapped the hand closest to her.

“You fucking stupid whore. Whores don’t use their hands to get guy’s pants off, they like to keep their mouths close to dicks whenever they can. Use your mouth. And keep your hands clasped behind you” Incredulous, Lina followed the instructions. Naked, scared and on her knees with her hands clasped behind her, her balance was all off. As she leaned forward the grip Chris’s leather belt in her teeth, she toppled forward, her forehead landing on Chris’s stomach. She didn’t dare unclasp her hands, however. The only way she could right her balance was to try and shift her weight backwards, an awkward manoeuvre which involved throwing her head backwards in a way that inadvertently thrust her tits out, causing them to jiggle wildly. Finally she managed to kneel back up, belt in teeth. Keeping her movements tight and controlled, and spreading her knees wider to provide a more stable base,, she managed to free the end of the belt and, by moving her head to one side, coming up on one knee as a counter balance, it was pulled far enough to free the prong from the hole. Releasing the belt and settling on two knees again, she carefully reached in and took the metal buckle in her mouth, grimacing at the metallic taste, and slowly pulled it free of the belt. Dipping her head forward again, she grasped the material of Chris’s pants around the button hole, using her tongue to push the button back out through it. Finally she grasped the zipper in her teeth and eased it down.

Vicky chuckled “a natural born whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes mistress”

Chris shook his hips a little, causing the pants to drop to his ankles, leaving only his boxers between the frightened girl and his sex organ.

“Wait” Vicky interjected into Lina’s fearful anticipation from behind the camera “ suck it through the underwear first”

Gulping back a sob, Lina opened her mouth and leaned in, placing it over the bulge, causing a moan to escape Chris’s mouth. The fabric tasted of musk and stale urine. She’d never given a blowjob before, but the thing felt huge in her mouth. Unsure of what to do, she began open mouth kissing the lump in the material. Immediately the bulge began to twitch and grow, tenting the fabric of his shorts outwards.

“ok, get them off bitch, with your mouth”

Closing her eyes, Lina reached her mouth towards the band of his boxers.

“Open your eyes slut, don’t disrespect him like that or I swear to God I’ll beat your ass black and blue”

Reluctantly, Lina open her eyes again, grabbed the waistband in her teeth, and began to pull down. It was slow work, with the fabric inching down, first revealing a dense bush of pubic hair that scratched her nose, followed by the thick base of his cock. Lina couldn’t believe just how thick it was, sure that it must be an optical illusion caused by her fear and proximity. Gradually more of his cock came into view, and more, and more. Finally, she felt the texture of the skin change as she reached the head, and a moment later she was struck on the cheek as the hard cock popped free of its confines. Recoiling her head, the naked blond took in the organ fully for the first time. It was giant, probably well over 9 inches long and at least 6 around.

Chris reached down and grasped his thick cock in his hand, waving it in Lina’s face. “OK, suck it bitch” he commanded. Timorously, Caroline opened her mouth and leaned in, taking the purple head in her mouth. “That’s it” Chris encouraged her “take it in your whore mouth and run your tongue all over it” Lina complied, her jaw stretched obscenely wide. She tried sticking her tongue out, but the head of his penis was already at the back of her throat, and sticking her tongue out made her gag. “It’s ok if you gag slut, in fact, I like it. Hopefully you’ll puke too”

Horrified that someone could wish such a thing on another person, Lina continued to listlessly move her head back and forth on the huge thing, only taking the first ¼ in and out of her mouth. Still, this was enough to keep her gagging, thick ropes of saliva forming at the back of her throat and coating the invading penis.

After a few minutes, Chris started to moan and buck his hips into her as she moved her mouth forward, trying to force more of his cock into her mouth, hitting her tonsils painfully. Reaching behind her with his right hand, he placed it on the back of her head, clasping a handful of her hair. Before long he was forcing her head back and forth at an increasing rate, slamming his hips forward, battering the head into the back of her throat. Lina desperately wanted to close her eyes, to remove herself from this oral rape as much as she could, but Vicky was watching her intensely and she didn’t dare try. Who knows what the sadistic younger girl would do to her if she disobeyed.

At that moment, Chris’s thrusts became shallower, he tightened his grip on her hair painfully and his dick began pulsing, shooting his cum deep in her mouth. She’d never tasted it before and now she was glad of it. It was not pleasant, like the chemical smell of bleach with a hint of mushroom.

“Don’t you dare spill a drop bitch” Vicky Growled “you swallow it all, then suck up any that’s left on his dick”

Tears welling in her eyes, Lina complied. Fortunately, Chris’s dick was so far back in her mouth that the nasty tasting fluid barely touched her tongue, and so she was able to swallow quickly, hardly gagging. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself and ran her tongue over his still rigid prick, sucking it clean of the remaining semen. The taste was stronger now, and Lina felt sure she would puke, but managed to hold it together.

“Well, that was a shitty blowjob” Laughed Chris “But it’s like pizza, even a shitty one is pretty good. But we’re going to have to get you some practice”

“Right” said Vicky, who was sitting back on the couch, lifting her skirt and tucking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “My turn”

Lina’s face paled. She’d often wondered what it’d be like to be with another girl, but never thought it would really happen, certainly not like this.

“You better suck it good bitch, or you’ll regret it” Vicky continued, sliding the panties down to reveal her hairless snatch.

Emma, now in possession of the camera, knelt down beside them, angling the recorder to take in the scene.

Kneeling before Vicky, Lina slowly moved her face closer to the young pussy in front of her. As her face reached the junction of Vicky’s legs, Lina stuck out her tongue and began to lick the outside of the girls lips. She was surprised to find that the younger girl was clean and the taste was mild and not unpleasant. Vicky moaned softly. “Yes slut” she purred “keep licking it, but don’t get lazy, make new patterns, don’t let me predict what’s coming” Lina began moving her tongue in a zig zag “Not just the outside” Vicky commanded “ get your tongue in there.” Lina did as commanded. The taste was stronger once her tounge penetrated between the outer folds of Vicky’s pussy lips, but still not unpleasant, in fact more than a taste it was a tingling sensation, like when you touch your tongue to a 9v battery. Lina remembered a friend talking about eating girls out and how he would write the alphabet with his tongue, and Lina started to do this now. “Oh yeah” Vicky moaned, bucking her hipsand placing her left hand on Lina’s head, grabbing a handful of hair. “Oh shit, you really are a slut” she tormented the older girl.

Sliding her hips forward so that her ass was hanging off the edge of the cushions, Vicky spread her legs, placing her heels on the edge of the couch and lifting her ass up “Lick my asshole bitch” she commanded. Lina blinked and pulled back so she could speak “What?” Crack. Vicky pulled back the blonde’s head by the hair and slapped her hard across the face. “I didn’t tell you to stop, I told you to lick my asshole” She screamed. Caroline couldn’t believe what she had just heard, to the point she almost asked again to be sure, barely managing to stop herself in time. Hesitantly, she moved her mouth lower, between Vicky’s cheeks, sticking her tongue out just past her lips, just touching the puckered opening. It wasn’t as bad as she thought, despite the humiliation of it, but there was a very slight smell and taste that nearly made her gag