Behind Closed Doors

aggie Ann Shaw was fourteen years old. Her and her brother Mike were on a cruise with their grandparents while their parents finalized their divorce back home in Nebraska. Maggie was a cute girl. She may be fourteen, but she didn’t look a day older than twelve. Breasts- just starting. Her hair was red, long and straight, down just past her shoulders. Her best physical asset was definitely her butt. She may look twelve, but her butt looked more like sixteen. Maggie stood 5’ 3” tall, weighed 110 pounds. Skinny legs left plenty of space between those thighs of hers.

In the last 24 hours, her life had changed dramatically. Kidnapped from the town where her ship had docked in Costa Rica, she found herself naked and bound with nine other girls in the back of an old airplane. When the airplane landed, it was night and nobody had any idea where they were or what was going on. They were all driven to a mansion, inspected, then told what their job was. As she got locked into her room, Maggie still couldn’t believe it. She was a sex slave for some foreign people in a fancy mansion? Forced into being a prostitute? She’d feared this from the start, and despite her active resistance, she learned that resisting these people only brought a lot of pain. A few simple rules: Never say no. Always do what you’re told. A thousand points and you go home. What had she said? One customer equal one point? This was insane. She had to get out of this, somehow.

Maggie’s door suddenly opened. The man made her remove her orange jumpsuit and follow him, nude. Outside another room, in a very plush part of this mansion, she heard many men carrying on. The man turned to her. “You, you will go in here, and you will not leave until you have performed oral sex on every man in there. Every one, understand? You don’t, you’ll get beaten and sent to the stables.”

Maggie had no idea what the stables were, but it didn’t sound good. Oral sex? She’s heard of it, listened to others talk about it, but Maggie had never actually done it herself. She stopped the man, asked, “But, I’ve never done anything like that before! I don’t know how! I can’t...”

The man grabbed her arm tightly, snarled at her. “You lick it with your tongue, from the top to the bottom, then put it in your mouth, suck on it like it was a popsicle. Just keep doing that. Lots of licking, lots of sucking. Don’t stop until he cums.” With that, he opened the door and shoved her in.