Part 2

Cyn left the Manager's office/storage room feeling both loved and abused. She went back into the women's restroom to collect the forty dollars she had managed to hide in the trash can. It wasn't there. Cyn wept as she dug through the wet and soiled paper towels looking for the one that had her money folded up in it. Giving up her search, Cyn collapsed onto the floor and held her head in her hands while she cried. She knew, without being told, that the counter girls had taken the money. Between all the people who expected a share of her earnings, and the 'Junior Whore Uniform' that she was sure the Manager was over charging her for, Cyn was going to leave the theater with less money than she had when she walked through the door after school. She had sucked all those cocks, swallowed all that cum, for nothing. After a few minutes, Cyn wiped her eyes, climbed to her feet, and left the restroom. Cyn tried to ignore the smirks of the two counter girls as she walked across the lobby to the door.

"See you tomorrow, whore," she heard the shorter of the two girls behind the counter say as the door swung shut behind her. As she walked home, Cyn wondered how she was ever going to make any money if everyone she ran into kept taking it from her. By the time she got home Cyn had decided that paying the counter girls was just going to far, she was determined to stand up to them the next day. Cyn's mom was still at work, so she fixed herself a peanut butter and honey sandwich and sat down in front of the TV. While she ate, Cyn spread her legs and gently ran her finger up and down her pussy lips as she tried to imagine what it was going to feel like to have these men forcing their cocks into her instead of their fingers. After finishing the sandwich, Cyn went into her mother's bedroom, took her mother's vibrator from the bedside table and, laying down on her mother's bed, spread her legs wide and ran the narrow rounded end of the vibrator over her cunt.

Cyn had known for a long time that her mother had a vibrator and what it was used for, but she had never used it herself. She was surprised to discover that using her mother's vibrator filled her with more guilt than she had felt sucking on men's cocks in the last row of the theater. The narrow part of the white plastic vibrator seemed to slip naturally and easily between Cyn's pussy lips and, as she pictured herself being fucked by one of the men who's cock she had sucked that evening while the rest of them watched, the vibrator sank ever deeper inside her body. As it slipped fully inside her, Cyn wondered if her mother ever sucked on men's cocks, or got fucked. She knew, of course, that she wouldn't have existed if her mother hadn't fucked her father, but Cyn wondered if her mother was fucking somebody now. Somebody Cyn wasn't aware of. Did her mom sneak into a closet at her job and fuck one of her coworkers? Or get down on her knees and suck on his cock?

Moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy while she imagined her mother spreading her legs and getting fucked by one of Cyn's 'customers', made Cyn feel incredibly guilty and incredibly excited. She came twice before she pulled the vibrator from her crotch just in time to wipe it off in the bed sheets then quickly stuff it back into the drawer as her mother walked into the apartment. Cyn dashed into the bathroom, sat on the toilet and was wiping the vaginal discharge from her crotch when her mother came into the room.

"Hurry up, Cynthia," she said, obviously in some distress, "I've got to go." Cyn reached behind herself and flushed the toiled before she stood up and let her skirt drop down and cover her crotch. Cyn's mom hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and sat on the toilet as soon as her daughter vacated the seat. Even though Cyn's mom had always been casual about bathroom use around her daughter, Cyn still found it a little embarrassing hearing her mother urinate. It was even worse tonight since she had just finished fucking herself while she imagined her mother servicing one of the men at the theater. Even though she knew she never would, Cyn was tempted to ask her mother if she liked to suck cocks.

"God, I thought I was going to piss my pants on the subway." Cyn left her mother sitting on the toilet and wondered into her bedroom. She sat cross legged in the middle of the floor and pretended to read her history book while she obsessed over the image in her mind of her mother fucking a man and sucking his cock in a small closet while their fellow workers walked by outside the door.

When Cyn arrived at the theater the next day the woman in the ticket booth made her buy two tickets again then, as soon as she was inside the lobby the candy counter girls approached her. Cyn took a couple of steps back as they drew closer.

"From now on," the smaller of the two girls said, "you have to pay us each twenty dollars every day you work."

"I won't do it," Cyn crossed her arms and stood her ground, "why should I?"

"Because if you don't, we will tell HIM that we caught you sucking cock out in the alley." Both girls smiled as Cyn's face turned white, she knew what the manager would do if he thought she was trying to keep money from him. "And he'll beat the crap out of you and take all your money away from you." The girl continued as they stepped in front of Cyn.

"What do you have down there," the taller girl asked lifting Cyn's skirt, "that men are willing to pay for it?"

"Let's take her into the store room and see for ourselves what she's got under her skirt." The shorter one suggested. Giggling, the two girls grabbed Cyn and forced her into the same office/storeroom where Cyn had sucked the cocks of the manager and the police officers.

"Strip," the shorter girl ordered as soon as the door closed behind them, "strip naked or we will rip your clothes from you skinny little body." Despite her experience sucking cocks and having her orifices probed by male fingers, Cyn was quite shocked that other females would be interested in looking at her naked body. Having no doubt that her tormentors would follow through on their threat to rip her clothes, Cyn pulled her shirt off over her head, then pushed her skirt down her legs and stepped out of it.

"What makes you think any man would pay to play with these pathetic little wanna-be tits?" The shorter girl asked as she grasped each of Cyn's nipples between a thumb and finger and pinched them ferociously while twisting them in opposite directions. Cyn winced, but was determined not to cry out. To her great surprise, Cyn's pussy became wet from having her nipples abused.

"She must be really good with her tongue," the taller girl said, "they're obviously not paying for her skinny little hairless body." Using Cyn's nipples, the shorter girl pulled her over to the desk.

"Let's find out," she said as she released Cyn's throbbing nipples and, sitting on the edge of the desk, pulled her skirt up and spread her legs revealing a moist cunt surrounded by a lush growth of pubic hair. "Lick my cunt, whore," she commanded as the taller girl put her hand on the back of Cyn's head and pushed Cyn's face down into the other girl's wide open crotch.

"We want to know if you can eat pussy as good as you suck cock," as she spoke the taller girl pushed her hand between Cyn's legs and fingered her cunt just like her male customers had done. "She must have liked it when you twisted her nipples," the girl said to her friend as two of her fingers slipped easily into Cyn's wet pussy, "her cunt is wet and ready to fuck." Cyn could feel her face burning with humiliation. The girl whose pussy she was licking placed a hand on each side of her face so she could guide Cyn's tongue to her most sensitive areas. With two fingers deep in Cyn's cunt, the other girl pushed a finger from her other hand into Cyn's ass. Cyn wondered what she had gotten herself into, whether they were giving her money, or taking it away from her, everybody at this theater wanted to fuck and abuse her body every time she saw them. The girl on the desk held Cyn's head more firmly in her crotch as she moaned loudly and fucked her cunt against Cyn's face.

As soon as the shorter of the candy counter girls finished cuming on Cyn's face, the taller girl took her place and pulled Cyn's mouth tight against her cunt. While the two girls could have been a bit more diligent with their vaginal hygiene, Cyn found the pungent smell and taste of their pussies not unpleasant and even a bit stimulating. If she had the choice, Cyn would definitely prefer tonguing their cunts to giving them money. After they both came, the two candy counter girls put Cyn up on the desk and, pushing her legs wide, took turns licking her cunt until she orgasmed.

"Don't forget the money," the shorter girl said as they smoothed the front of their skirts and left the room, leaving Cyn lying on the desk naked and with her legs spread wide. Only after they left did Cyn realize that she did not have the foggiest idea what their names were. But then she didn't have the foggiest idea what the names were of any of the men whose cocks she had sucked and whose cum she had swallowed. The same was true of the manager and the vice officers, she'd sucked their cocks, she'd swallowed their cum and she had no idea of what their names might be.

As Cyn put her shirt and skirt back on the full import of what was happening to her landed on her shoulders like a ton of concrete. She was being whored out to a group of men; of them, those who were not old enough to be her father were old enough to be her grandfather, and she did not know any of their names. Before her life had been taken over by the Manager, Cyn had always known the names of the boys who paid her to suck their cocks. Tonight they were going to be bidding for the right to be the first one to fuck her, and she was sure that when they were all done and she was walking home with their sperm oozing from her pussy, she still would not know their names. All of this she was doing for a man who had already demonstrated the ability to be cruel if he was disobeyed, and who she knew only as the Manager. The fact that she was rapidly loosing control of her life and moving closer to being this man's total slave did not escape Cyn. She was on the verge of bolting from the room, running home, and hoping this man would never find her when the door opened. The Manager and the two vice officers stepped into the room.

"There you are," the manager said, "take off your clothes." While Cyn took off the clothes she'd just put on, the two officers settled into the same chairs they had occupied the day before. There was no need for psychic powers for Cyn to know that she would soon have hard cock in her mouth.

"From now on," the Manager said, as all three of them watched her strip, "if I'm not here when you arrive, you come into my office, strip, and wait naked for me to get here." The air conditioner came on and sent a blast of icy air over Cyn's naked body, causing her nipples and areolas to crinkle and become erect as she laid her clothes on the desk.

"And whenever you approach me, unless I tell you other wise, the first thing you will do is get down on your knees and suck my cock." The three men waited, and watched, until Cyn realized what they were waiting for and, getting down on her knees, unzipped the Manager's fly, pulled his cock out of his trousers, and sucked it into her mouth. Having just had her tongue in two wet pussies, Cyn recognized the taste of dried cunt secretions and dried male cum on the Manager's rapidly growing cock. The three men continued to talk about their plans for making money with Cyn's twelve-year-old body while she worked her mouth up and down the hard shaft that was protruding from the Manager's fly.

As soon as she had swallowed the Manager's cum and put his softening cock back inside his trousers, a grunt from one of the vice officers indicated his desire to be fellated next. Cyn walked on her knees across the cement floor then, after unzipping the officer's zipper pulled his cock from his fly and took it into her mouth. Cyn tasted the same combination of vaginal secretions and dried sperm on this cock that she had tasted on the Manager's. As the officer stretched his legs out on either side of her body, grabbed her by the hair, and thrust his already hard cock deep into Cyn's throat, she came to the realization that all three of these men must have taken turns fucking the same female. She was equally sure that tomorrow they would be taking turns fucking her. While she worked her tongue over the underside of the hard dick that was fucking through her mouth and into her throat, the men's conversation turned to distribution channels for her 'first fuck' video. As she swallowed the vice officer's cum, Cyn imagined what she'd look like getting fucked on the big screen.

The second officer already had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it in anticipation when the first officer pulled his spent dick from her throat. As she expected the second officer tasted of the same sperm/vaginal secretion mixture as the first two. This one was more passive, leaning back and making Cyn do all the work. He moaned softly, and contributed considerably less to their planning for the exploitation of Cyn's body as she stroked the base of his cock with one hand, massaged his balls with the other, and worked his cockhead with her wet, cum coated, mouth and tongue.

"She sure can suck cock good for a twelve-year-old." Cyn heard the Manager's comment just as the second officer made his contribution to the layer of sperm coating the inside of her mouth and, distinctly remembering her claim to being fourteen, wondered how the man had discovered the truth. The fact that he had exponentially increased the air of sinister power that seemed to radiate from him. Once all three men had emptied themselves into Cyn's ever compliant mouth, the two officers straightened their clothes and, saying good bye to the Manager while they ignored the naked girl on the floor who had just had them in her mouth, left the office. As soon as the door closed the Manager tossed Cyn's 'whore uniform' to her without even looking up from the papers he was reading on his desk.