Chapter 1

The flash of the camera was quickly followed up with a wail from the girl. I wasn’t too surprised that the eighteen-year-old didn’t like the idea of having a complete stranger take pictures of her nude body. I was sure it was something the uptight little bitch wouldn’t even let boyfriends consider, but that wasn’t my problem, I simply didn’t care what she thought.

I snapped more pictures with the camera, making sure to catch every detail of the cocktease’s body. The recently graduated teen had a killer body–the perfect handful sized breasts topped with half-dollar sized areolae and eraser-sized nipples that already stood at attention (the room wasn’t cold at all), a taut stomach accented even more by her arms being handcuffed above her head, long athletic legs and truly a heart shaped ass I could enjoy looking at forever. Of course thanks to the pictures I will.

It all started three months earlier, shortly after I had changed coffee shops in early March. Most of the baristas were forgettable, but two stood out. The most obvious was Whitney, the juicy little piece I now had secured and naked before me. My sixth day attending my new shop happened to be Whitney’s eighteenth birthday, and she was being forced to work it. She was miserable being forced to work on what she considered to be a ‘very important birthday’, and naturally she made sure that everyone else would be as miserable as well.

I typically wouldn’t consider myself to be one of those pain in the ass customers (though that will change tonight), my orders were always very simple compared to most patrons, but apparently a spiced chai latte and a slice of coffee cake was too much for the birthday girl to handle. No smile, bitchy attitude the entire time she was preparing my order, practically ripping the credit card out of my hand as I made to pay, and unlike every other barista, she was too good to bring my order to me when they weren’t busy.

She seemed like a girl who wouldn’t last long, but she had two things working for her–that she was a smoking hot brunette, and the manager was only a year older than her and she’d shamelessly flirt with him to get out of trouble. Those rare times that she wasn’t wearing a scowl her face was actually quite lovely, not to mention the body, but it was the personality that just killed any illusion of the girl.

I figured out her M.O. by observing her during my few hours I spent in the shop working every day. She’d date a lot of guys and string them along, only the tease of putting out while she got their attention, affection, and gifts. I quickly got the impression that she was one of those girls who’d give head to avoid having to put out completely, and soon after she used her mouth to forestall sex she’d dump the guy and be in the arms of another. Plus the aforementioned flirting with the manager, and many of the one-shot customers to try and increase her tips.

The coffee shop wasn’t all bad–the coffee itself was pretty good, it was quiet, and there’s the other girl who stood out. Only three days earlier she had surprised me by being so attentive.

“Do you need anything else sir?”

I looked up a little started for a moment, my train of thought being interrupted by the sweet voice of the newest barista, Melissa. She had been cleaning up other tables and like most of the girls checked on me when she was working near me. With a smile I reached for my wallet and grabbed a ten. “I think a refill and another slice of coffee cake. Keep the change Melissa.”

The short-haired redhead smiled warmly and replied, “Right away sir,” before scurrying off to fill my order. She’d only started working in the shop for a month, the Monday after her and Whitney graduated from high school, but she already had a reputation as the nicest and most helpful girl in the shop. Melissa wasn’t the most attractive girl to look at, rather plain (especially compared to Whitney), but she had a quiet cuteness to her.

I opened my laptop and sent my TOR browser to the Collective’s website. Those featured on it would never know that the worst moments of their lives were documented for any member to see at their leisure. I always sat in a corner seat where I could look out into the whole room and have as much privacy as a public setting afforded you. Even though she was working I couldn’t help but look for Melissa again. Admittedly, I thought when she started working at the coffee shop that her niceness seemed a little faked, even a little forced. If things had been a little different it might be Melissa standing nude before me, but the website prevented that.

Her name tag simply read ‘Melissa D’, but it was quite obvious that she was the girl listed under Melissa Devaux. The site made it quite clear why the teenager exuded false niceties with even the slight hint of nervousness–the same weekend that I started at the coffee shop two candidates had smuggled poor Melissa into a back office at a local mall and taken her ass against her will. Her page had all the reported details of the experience--the tools they used, that they made Melissa orgasm during her first assfuck, and of course pictures. Everything was there, from the obligatory picture of her id pressed into her spread ass cheeks, how they tied her down to the desk, a picture of her face as she felt her virgin ass pried open, and even some nice after shots that the poor girl probably didn’t realize were taken.

Melissa returned with my drink and the coffee cake with a smile, completely unaware that just below her smiling face was a picture of her with a buttplug in her mouth and a pained expression on her face.

“Thank you Melissa, that’ll be all,” I told her and she turned and headed off, I moved the profile page up and looked at the id picture of her ass, seeing her pussy and her tiny rosebud minutes before it had been pried open. It was tempting, but I’d grown to appreciate Melissa a little more.

This relates back to Whitney, as she further enraged me just minutes later. She was complaining, this time chewing out Melissa for not sharing the tip that I had given her. It was irony though as Whitney never shared hers. She probably felt she was entitled to it–after all Whitney was the one who was saddled with training Melissa. They had apparently been rivals in high school or something, there was a very strong dislike between the two. Whitney took the opportunity to make Melissa’s work life miserable, so my knowledge that Melissa had already had her ass violated by the group, combined with seeing Whitney treat her like shit made me much less sympathetic toward Whitney.

I had to laugh as I took Whitney’s ID out of my pocket and took a close-up picture of it as well before pocketing it once more--I’d get to the obligatory pic in a little bit. I knew exactly what was going through her head, she was in the coffee shop when the mayor’s press conference came on the TV.

There had been a rise in cases of sexual assaults in the city and the mayor and chief of police were standing up there saying how they were going to do everything they could to keep the members of the community safe. It was really quite comical since both the mayor and police chief were involved in the organization as well. Though I suppose the mayor did have to get up there and speak out against it. It couldn’t have been a change of heart, his own twin girls were taken the night after they graduated from college. If the mayor was really against it, he’d protect his own kids.

I couldn’t help but to continue to grin as I look at Whitney, so helpless, and how easily it was to get her into the position. The coffee shop is in a strip mall, sharing a back hallway with 5 other potential businesses. However it had been almost entirely abandoned during the downturn and has yet to recover. It was pretty easy to get into the back office of one of the other storefronts–the malls landlord had quit paying for the alarm service of the vacant lots.

A week ago I picked the lock and got inside the office just to make sure it would work. Luck was truly with me as this happened to be the office that housed the breakers for the hallway lights. I waited until after closing and cleanup, knowing Whitney would be the last out, and the only one to use the hallway. Once the telltale slam of a door came, I checked the gap in the door and it was her. A quick flip of the breaker plunged the place into darkness.

She had sighed, but luckily near the exit there was a light that came on when the power went out and tonight was no exception. It had made it easier to see her form reach the door I was behind. I’d quickly grabbed the girl and pulled her in. She did scream, but it was delayed as she simply wasn’t expecting anything so sudden. I slammed the door and turned on the lights–flooding the room and disorienting the girl further. I found myself holding back a laugh as she tripped over the end of the couch and fell flat on it.