“Blue Star: A Short Story”

By MollyMolotov666

GENRE: Erotic / Crime / Thriller

IMG: A spider in a web. Original art by yours truly.

TAGS: F4A, Age, Rape, Kidnapping, Abuse, Drugs

Disoriented… Scared… Violated…

I felt all these feelings and more as I sat in the closet, naked and shivering in the cold darkness. My arms were wrapped around my body in a desperate attempt to warm myself as I quietly waited with hope in my heart.

There is no way my parents didn’t miss my absence by now. I’ve been gone all night long. Surely it was a matter of time before they called the police.

I had been in this closet for hours, I had to go to the bathroom, and all I wanted was to go home. It would be nice to cry, but I’ve already used all of my tears. Suddenly, I saw a light turn on from the crack under the door.

I knew it wasn’t the police, but maybe it meant that the man in the black hoodie would let me out of the damned closet. He knocked in three quick raps.

“Little girl? You still alive in there?”

“Please, let me out… I’ll do anything you tell me to. I promise. I’m no good at sex stuff, but I know girls at school… I could lure them here. I bet they could please you better than I could.”

“Hmmm, it turns me on to hear you offer your friends to me. What else would you offer me to keep me from hurting you?” His voice was deep, but smooth as he casually asked me that question.

I let out a whimper of shame before answering:

“I will behave, and do anything you say, just don’t do it in a way that hurts. I have faith that you will take pity on me… Please… I’m a virgin. Never been with a man… Only women. I’m scared. Just… teach me what you want me to know, and I’ll perform for you like a trained dog, just don’t make it hurt. I hate it when you hurt me…”

My shameful begging seemed to excite him, because he opened the closet door.

The light was blinding, and I covered my face with my hands, but he wrapped his around my wrists, and yanked me up to my feet. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel his gaze on my naked body.

“You are so sexy. Long red hair, pretty green eyes, tight little body, flat tits, though, but some men like that in a plaything. You are going to fetch me a lot of money.”

My entire body stiffened in terror. “What do you mean?” His answer was a slap to the side of my face, making me see stars. My lip quivered as I sobbed. He was going to pimp me out, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

“From here on out, you call me Master. That is my name, as far as you are concerned. If not Master, than Sir, but you will always address me as a servant. That is what you are. You are my slave. You can’t escape. You are in the middle of my brothel. There are armed guards everywhere. If you try to leave, you will be shot and killed. That would suck for me, because I really like you. I wanna keep you for myself. I wanna have you as my private playground. However…”

He painfully squeezed my left breast, “You are worth more as a whore than a personal fuck-toy. Besides, anytime I want you, I can just fuck you anyway.”

I looked into his soulless black eyes as he grinded his jaw in a weird way, like he was high on something. He let me go, and proved me right as he popped a small pill into his mouth. Then, he held another one of a different color between his fingers, showing it to me. Instantly, I knew what he wanted me to do. I closed my eyes, and opened my mouth, too afraid to tell him that I didn’t want it.

“This is my way of taking mercy on you. In about three hours, you are going to be tripping out like a motherfucker. You’ve just taken X. It’s going to feel so good, and you are going to forget everything else other than the cocks inside you, making you cum over and over again.”

His voice was softer this time as I swallowed the pill obediently. Then, he kissed my neck as lightened his grip on my chest. “You want it soft, bitch? Yeah, I can do that, but if a John wants to hurt you, you have to let him. Hell, if he pays enough, we’ll even let him kill you. But only the girls who don’t play along get snuffed. We only keep girls who learn their places quickly.”

“Sir… Don’t let me die. I will be the best girl you have, just don’t let me die, please… What happens when I’m old? Too old to be desired? What happens to me then?”

The man stood there in his black hoodie and jeans, his hands exploring my body. “You will die. Unless you prove your loyalty, then, we release you. But you have to have been a completely obedient, proper whore. Hear me? If you want to live, do what we tell you to.”

A shiver of cold and fear ran down my spine. I didn’t know how to respond. All I knew was that I had to do everything I could to live. “I will do whatever you say, Sir.”

“Good girl, now, back in the closet for now, Pet. You aren’t broken enough.”

“Master, no! Please, don’t make me go back in! I will suck your dick. I will… do anything. Let go take a shower, and I’ll go and whore for you right now. Please, don’t make me go back in the damned closet! It’s hell in there.”

“Really? I have to take a piss. On your knees.” I just stood there, so he put his hands on my shoulders, and forced me down hard. “Lips on the dick. Drink it all. If you spill a drop, I’m going to beat you and put you back in the closet.”

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes, shaking my head no. Suddenly, he had my hair wrapped around his fist, and I was flung like a rag doll back in the closet. Time passed slowly. It felt like forever.

Hours passed. I had to use the bathroom, and I was scared out of mind. However, there was still the hope that my parents have discovered I’m missing, and has started a search party. That small hope was keeping me alive.

Even more hours passed, and I couldn’t stop crying. All I knew was that I wanted to go home. When the door finally opened, I started begging, blinded by the light after so long in darkness.

“Please, Sir… I’m starving, and I need to use the bathroom. Have a little mercy, please…”

To my shock and relief, I heard a soft, woman’s voice, “It’s okay, honey, I’m not him. I’m not the Master. I’m Michelle. One of his whores, just like you. Don’t worry. It will hurt at first, but the torture will harden you to what is about to happen.” My eyes started to adjust to the light, and I started to see her features.

Michelle was stunning. She had a sleek, muscular body, and was wearing a lime green bikini top, and bright pink mini skirt. Her stripper heels made her look taller than she really was. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She helped me up, and let me to a bathroom. The entire time, I wept like a baby.

“I don’t want to be a whore, Michelle. Please, can’t we escape?” Suddenly, I started to seeing pretty colors, and my vision started to get blurry. My skin felt weird, too. I was likely the X. Michelle looked her down, sat me down on the toilet lid, then slapped me across the face. I winced in pain, and looked into her angry brown eyes.

“Don’t you ever talk about escape. Just talking about is a death penalty offense.” She started running me bath water, and added lavender scented bubbles to the running faucet. “Now, get in the tub. First, I’m going to wash you. Then, I’m going to wash your hair. And then, we are going to get dressed, do our makeup, and presents ourselves before Master. Go to the bathroom first.”

She looked at me sternly, so I asked the obvious question. “May I please have some privacy?”

“No, do what I say. Use the bathroom, then get in the tub. I want to be your friend. I want to be kind to you. However, rules dictate that I have to beat you if you don’t comply.” I was humiliated as I obeyed her, then got in the tub quietly, careful not to make her mad.

Immediately, she started scrubbing me down with a sponge. “That’s a good whore. You will get rewards for being good. We all do. The Master gives drugs that make fucking clients fun. He calls it Blue Star. It’s a little pill that makes sex feel outstanding.”

I just sat there, and let her wash me down. Then, she used a cup to get my hair wet and within seconds, was building up a lather. “What is going to happen to me, Michelle? What is he going to do to me next?”

My voice shook as I spoke.

“Don’t be scared. So far, I think the Master wants you to himself, but he may pimp you out, too. Next, though? I don’t know.” She rinsed my hair, then looked at me. “Spread your legs. The Master wants me to see if you are a virgin.” I shivered in terror, unsure of just how much of this I can handle. “Do as I say, whore, or I will have to get mean.”

My thighs spread, and she put her fingers inside me, finding my virgin wall. I shivered in disgust as she let out the water, and dried me off. “It’s good that you are a virgin. Master Charlie loves virgins. Have you ever sucked dick?” I shook my head no. She smiled. “Ever eat pussy?”

I blushed and looked down at my feet. “I don’t like boys. Never have.” I hated telling her about myself, but I was doing anything I could to keep her from hurting me.

“That is sexy, but you will need to learn to like cock, or learn to fake your way through it. You will be fucking men soon. Lot’s of them, if Master wills it.” Michelle pulled up her mini skirt, and showed me her bare pussy. “Show me what you can do with a pussy, whore.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Even though I was a lesbian, the last thing I wanted was to lick this woman’s cunt.

Michelle slapped me when I hesitated. “Bitch, I gave you an order. Lick my pussy.” I dropped to my knees, and started licking her clit with expert skill, making her quiver under my tongue’s soft caress. “Make it quick, we are expected to be downstairs, dressed and girled up in one hour. Yeah, suck it, suck my clit.”

I obeyed her, sucking her clit into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Suddenly, she grabbed my hair, and forced my face into her dripping wet cunt, rubbing my face violently into it, smothering me. I couldn’t breath, and I tried to pull back, but she forced me in place.

After a few moments, she came hard against my lips. The moment she let go, I fell back on my bare ass against the cold tile of the bathroom floor, gasping for air. I couldn’t help but start crying, completely tripped on X all the while.

“The Master likes it when his bitches cry, keep it up, but let me do your eye make up first. He likes the way it smears down the face when we start to weep.” She dressed me, and did my make up like whore. Then, she dressed me in a skimpy black dress and heels. My hair was tied back in a bun.

After I was done up to her specifications, Michelle let me through the heavily armed halls. Guards with loaded guns were everywhere. So were scantily clad girls lounging on nicely decorated couches and day beds. Johns were hanging out, making out and getting dances by some of the girls.

I felt like a sheep among wolves as I was lead to the Master, who was still in his back hoodie, eating Subway in a recliner while watching football. Instantly, my mouth started to water at the food. I haven’t eaten in days.

He looked up at me and smiled. “Tell me, bitch. What is your name?”

“My name is Kismet,” I whimpered.

“Tell me, Miss Kismet, are you hungry?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And what would you do for some food?”

“Anything, Sir… I’m starving.”

“That’s a good whore. Offer me something.”

I look down at my shoes, humiliated, “I will let you take my virginity for Chinese food. General Tso’s, spicy and sour soup, two egg rolls, and crab rangoons. And I want to eat it before I fuck you, because I will… perform better with a full belly.”

I hated this. This entire situation made me sick to my stomach. I hated myself for saying that, but I figured it was what he wanted to hear. I figured correct. He reached into his jeans, and pulled out his huge erection, stroking it.

“Why should I order you food? Huh? What makes me think a virgin would fuck well enough to deserve expensive Chinese food?”

“I’m a lesbian… I don’t even like cock. I’m not saying I’m going to be very good the first time, but that means that you can teach me, and I haven’t learned any bad habits from someone else that you’d have to spend time retraining me to fix. I’m like a block of clay. Make me into the whore of your dreams. Just keep feeding me Chinese food…”

Master laughed hard, “Suck my dick first, and make it good enough for me to feed you.”

I knew better than to hesitate. I felt my last bit of dignity break down as I took his dick in my mouth, and started sucking after dropping to my knees before him. I felt his nails run down my back as I sucked, hard enough to make me wince, but I didn’t have a choice but keep going. I pumped his cock with my hand as I blew him, hating the taste of his pre cum.

“Yeah, suck it, cunt. Feels so good. Deepthroat it. Take it all.” When I didn’t do it fast enough, he grabbed the bun in my hair, and forced my head down, gagging me. I felt my eyes start to tear up again.

“Such a good girl.” He pulls out his cell phone, and orders the food as I suck on him. To show him appreciation, I go faster, deeper, gagging myself, but not caring. I was starving, and would do anything for something to eat.

After he was done ordering my food, he hung up and started to moan, telling me how sexy I looked on his dick. I’d throw up if I had something in my belly, but all I could do was do my best to please my new Master. There was nothing else I could do but be the best whore I could be, I thought to myself as I serviced him.

The Master seemed to enjoy himself, because he kept moaning my name. After what felt like forever, a large man brought in the Chinese food. I wanted to pounce on it, but I knew better than to stop sucking his dick.

“You know what, slut? You told me you’d give me that cunt for the food. Get on the couch.” He got up so that I could get on it, but before I could move, the Master laid me onto my back. Then, he spread my legs and climbed between them. I started to cry harder, making my make up run down my face. I was shocked when suddenly, his lips were on mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Then, he slid his hand between us, and lined his cock up to my virgin opening.

“Master, please, please be gentle. I’m begging you. This is my first time with a man, and I’m scared.” I shivered as he pressed the head up to my pussy, sliding the head in. “I know I’m just a whore, but if you are gentle the first time, I promise I will be good. I will do everything I can to please you.” I hated myself, but I had to say those words. I could tell that he liked it when I groveled.

Without warning, he was completely inside me. It hurt, and I felt blood trickling like a wound from my most private of areas as he started to thrust. I screamed as he pounded me hard, forcing more tears from my tired eyes.

“Yes, bitch. Cry. Cry while I rape you. You wanted this, you slut. You offered your pussy for Chinese food. That makes you a prostitute. How does it feel? How does it feel to know you are a whore?”

I wanted to fight back, but knew better. All I could do was cry as my virginity was stripped away from me. I hated the way he felt, the way he smelled like pot. I hated everything about it as he raped me. All the while, I could smell the food. I looked over at the paper bags on the table, temporarily distracted. He snapped me out of it with the back of his hand to my face. “Please, Master, stop hurting me!” He slapped me again.

“Kismet, when I ask you a question, you answer it. How does it feel to know you are nothing but a whore now?”

“I hate it!” I cried, “Please, let me go home! I won’t tell, I promise!” My pleas were silenced by his lips on mine, our tongues entwined. I didn’t have a choice but to submit.

“I like it when you beg, slut. Especially when you beg for things you are never going to have. Bitch, you ain’t ever going home again,” he said as he thrusted inside me painfully, “Best if you forgot that life all together.” I buried my face into my shoulder as the bastard fucked me. I felt his hand reach up, and cup my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Tell me your old life is dead.” I shook my head no, and he slapped me.

“Please, don’t do this to me!” He hit me again, this time hard enough make me see stars.

“Say it, you fucking slut, or I’m going to kill you.”

“My… old life is dead…” I said, my voice cracking under the strain of saying something so terrible.

“You bitch… you sexy bitch,” he crooned, his eyes lustfully gazing into mine, “I’m going to keep you to myself a bit. Train you to be a whore. Normally, I auction virgins, but I have a thing for girls with freckles and red hair. And you have the perfect body… so tight…”

The Master pulled out, and started rubbing his wet cock all over my cunt, teasing my clit. My body couldn’t help it’s reaction to the
stimulation, and I shivered in pleasure, letting out a little whimper. Immediately, I bit my lip to make myself shut up.

“I have something for you. Something you will like. It’s called Blue Star…” he whispered, his lips pressed against my ear as he teased my swollen and bloody cunt. “It’ll make you feel good.” The Master reached into the front pocket of his jeans, taking out a bottle of pills. “I’ve tortured you this long, and you have endured it. Now, I’m going to reward you. Open your mouth.”

“No… Don’t drug me, again… I’ve never done drugs before, and I don’t want to start now.”

“Open your fucking mouth, or you are going to spend more time in the closet. Do you want that, slut?”

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth, and stuck out my tongue. He laid the small pill on my tongue. I gulped it down, but he insisted on filling around the inside of my mouth to make sure I swallowed it.

“Good girl, you should be feeling the effects any minute. He was right. I had already started to feel dizzy, but I didn’t know if that was from the pills, or the stress of having this man rape me. As he inched himself back inside me, I felt his tongue slide back into my mouth. I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, I started becoming very hot. Sweat started pouring off of my skin.

“Please, I’m too hot… I can’t breathe…”

“Shut up, whore, that’s just a side effect.” I felt his fingers kneed into my breasts hard, hurting me as he thrusted, “Give it a minute… You are going to love this.” He started rubbing my clit. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood as I started shivering despite the heat. It scared me, because I thought I was having a seizure or something.

That was when I started seeing colors, specifically blue, spotting over my eyes in star-like formations. I could still see, but the spots where so distracting that I couldn’t even see the face of the Master tearing into my bleeding pussy. It felt way weirder than the X. I was disgusted with myself when it started to feel good. It hit me like a ton of bricks.

Suddenly, all I could feel was his fingers working my clit, and his huge cock pounding into me, sending shivers of pleasure through every inch of my body. I stopped crying, and started to moan despite myself. My hips seemed to start rocking of their own accord. “Please, Master, it feels too good! Slow down…”

Master looked down at me with a sadistic grin, then he pulled my legs up over his shoulders. His cock fell out, and I thought he would put it back in my pussy, but instead, he forced his cock balls deep into my dry asshole.

I screamed in pain, but it was strange. As much as it hurt, it felt good, too. Way too good. My toes curled in delight, and my eyes rolled in the back of my head as he pounded my ass violently.

“Yeah, take it, you slut.” He started spanking my ass, and I just went along with it. I didn’t care what Master did to me. As long as it felt this good, nothing else mattered. I was already completely addicted to Blue Star, I just didn’t know it yet. All I knew was that this little pill made everything so much better. All my fear and sadness was gone. I was a slave to the moment.

I started cumming hard, at that moment, he pulled out, sat up over me, and came all over my face. I looked over at the food, which I knew was getting cold, then back up at him. “May I eat now?” “Yes, but keep the cum on your face while you eat. Let it dry, whore.” I hated myself for crawling over to the food, but I could barely walk. When I reached for the chopsticks, he slapped them out of my hands.

“Eat with your fingers. You aren’t a human anymore. You are a whore. You don’t get eating utincils.” I did as I was told, and started to chow down on the General Tso’s with my hands. Then, I drank my soup quickly, and ate the rangoons. Finally, I ate the egg roll, and opened the fortune cookie. I laughed at what it said… ‘You will meet interesting people.’

After I was done eating, I licked my fingers clean, completely forgetting about the ejaculation on my face. I was still high on Blue Star, and Master was right. Everything was so much better when high.

Even the food tasted better. I had completely forgotten about my father, and my old life. Even though it was yesterday, everything from my life felt like millions of years ago.

My Master stood over me, and licked his lips. “Happy, my pet?”

“Yes, sir…”

“I’m bored. You’re boring me. Go take a shower, then come out here only in a towel. I will have company for you.”

I hurried, and did as I was ordered to, showered, then stepping out only in a plain white towel. Master was sitting on the couch next to a beautiful, naked blond woman holding a blindfold, a dog collar and a leash.

Regretfully, the Blue Star started to wear off, and I was beginning to feel the physical and mental effects of being raped and sodomized. It was like my body betrayed itself. I had acted like a whore while being fucked by my Master, and each muscle ached to prove that it actually happened.

There was no way I could convince myself that it was all a terrible nightmare.

“Come here, Slave. Now. Kneel before the whore before you.” The Master slapped the girl’s ass painfully. I did as I was told. I dropped to my knees, letting the towel fall, and crawled naked to the feet of the blonde girl. I was too ashamed to look her in the eyes. Master got on his knees behind me, and pressed his chest to my back, his hands exploring my breasts.

The girl put the dog collar on me, and latched the leash. Then, she put the blindfold on me. All the while, Master squeezed my tits, and all I could do was begin to cry. “Master, don’t make me do this! I want to go home.” Then, I heard the door open, and several foot steps. Many male voices were talking at once, but I couldn’t tell how many.

I felt someone grab my head from behind, make me get on my hands and knees, then force my face into pussy. I whimpered and moaned, and cried out, but my screams were muffled by her cunt. Hands were all over me. My chest, my ass, my aching girl parts.

I cried out the moment someone started to force finger me, but my face was forced harder against the Blonde’s soaking wet pussy. Master started to speak, “Look at how much the bitch hates it. Right now, she should be in terrible pain. Ain’t ya, Pet?” When I didn’t answer, someone slapped my ass. “Tell them how much pain you are in!”

I pulled my face away from the dripping cunt, and screamed, “I fucking hate this! Master, make it stop! Please!” I broke down crying.

“Everyone, off of her for a minute. You guys gotta see this.” I felt someone standing over me, but still couldn’t see anything. All I could do was curl into a ball as everyone stopped touching me. My Master started to speak, his hot breath against my ear, “I can take your pain away, Kismet. Open your mouth.”

I shook my head no. “Even if it is going to hurt more this way, I hated the way my body felt when… violated… I forget that it’s bad. It makes me want more. I can’t do it again… Just do what you want to me!Just don’t make me take the pill.”

There were several laughs, but Master didn’t find it funny. He slapped me in the back of the head. “Bitch, open you mouth, or I’m going to torture you, and I’m going to make sure you feel every single second of it. Each of your holes are about to get fucked multiple times tonight, by multiple cocks. It’s is going to happen, but the question is, do you want it to hurt and shoved back in the closet, or do you want to have the best fucks of your life?”

I wanted a moment to think, but I knew that I didn’t have it. I said the first thing that came to mind.

“Master, you know the price. General Tso’s. Sour and Spicy soup…” The group laughed again. Master did, too. “I love your spirit. Pity I have to break it. Okay, don’t make this a habit, but yes, take the pill, and I will buy you Chinese delivery again. Just take the Blue Star. Show my clients the effects, Pet.”

Reluctantly, I opened my mouth, and he put the tiny pill on my tongue. Once I swollowed it, The Master started stroking my hair. “Now that is a good girl.” He stepped back, and suddenly, the hands were all over me again. I wanted to throw up, but I knew that I couldn’t lose that pill in my belly.

The Master was right. Blue Star would make this… fun. I felt ashamed, but didn’t have time dwell on it. I felt hands pick me up, and sit me on my knees. Sweat started to bead on my skin, and instead of gagging on it, I started to suck. Both hands suddenly had a cock in them, and someone was fingering my cunt.

The tears stopped, and I accepted what was happening to me. It felt so good after a few minutes of suffering. It felt so good that I forgot that I was ever in pain.

The cock in my mouth pulled out, and another, bigger one took it’s place. All I could do is suck on it like a whore. After fucking my throat for a few minutes, whoever I was blowing pushed me hard to the cold floor and climbed between my legs.

As hands covered my body, squeezing my tits, rubbing my clit, I shivered, and submitted to a brutal fucking. I remember the way it felt to have his hands around my neck, choking me as he fucked me as hard as he could.

I remember blacking out, and coming to, knowing that there was a different man fucking me by the way he smells. I felt like a whore. My body was being violated, and there was nothing I could do but learn to like it, or go mad with hate. And I was learning to like it. The rush that Blue Star gave me pushed me to an edge I had never thought existed. I started seeing the blue dots over my eyes as I wrapped my legs around the man on top of me. “…More!” I begged, whimpering.

I heard my Master close by, “See, boys? She went from victim to slut with one little pill. Tell the boys you are a slut, Kismet.”

“I’m a slut! More! God… I need a cock in every hole!” I said with shame and desperation, my pussy soaking wet.

“Good girl. I’m going to buy you an extra order of crab rangoons for being such a good little whore for Master.”

The man on top of me got up, but I grabbed him, and asked him to lay down on the floor. Once to was in position, I felt around, and climbed on top of his dick, sliding it inside me, completely blind. As it slid inside me, I whimpered. “My ass… Please, someone fuck my ass!” A man climbed behind me, and slammed his cock hard inside my tight hole. I screamed, and grinded my hips wantonly, tossing my head back with pleasure.

I was numb to anything else but the two cocks slamming into me, tearing me open. But all hope in me was gone, too. In my stoned state, I never even imagined my parents finding me. I just accepted that I was a whore now. Nothing more than a cock sheath. I felt strangely comfortable with that.

No… that is the pill talking. I wanted to cry, but my body was burning with lust. I hated that I wanted this, that I liked being blindfolded and gangbanged, but there was nothing I could do. “Master! Put your cock in my mouth! Please, I need more!”

I only had to ask once. I felt him slid his cock into my mouth, not giving me an inch of mercy as he force fucked my throat. After the man in my ass came all over my back, Master took his place. “Oh… so tight. Ralph, take her mouth. Don’t let the cunt breathe.”

Suddenly, I felt another cock press against my lips. I heard a stranger’s voice croon to me, “Suck it, bitch, and if I feel teeth, I’m going to beat you to an inch of your life.” Then, he forced it in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat as I was being fucked in both my ass and my pussy. It felt like I was being pounded like that for hours and hours.

What scared me… was how good it felt. That drug made my whole body vibrate, cumming, but wanted more as they pillaged my body for all I was worth. I hated myself, completely despised myself for what I was doing, for what I wanted, but I couldn’t stop myself. Besides, if I fought, I’d be put back in that damned closet. I had to do this… I had to endure the suffering, and the pleasure forced upon my unwilling mind and body.

After what felt like forever, I was left in a cum covered heap on the floor, crying to myself as the drug started to wear off. This time, I felt a horrible crash. I had a headache, and by body wanted more of the drug, but I pushed the aching urge to ask for more in the back of my mind.

Instead, I had to think of how I was going to escape from this hell. Time passed so slowly as I laid there, feeling like the used whore I am. Master was gentle with me as he removed the blindfold, making my headache worse as the light suddenly bombarded my eyes.

“You were good out there. Made me a lot of money. Once those drug dealers knew what Blue Star was capable of, they bought large quantities. Now, that shit is going to be all over the streets as the new hit street drug, all because of you.”I was horrified, but forced myself to stay strong. “Master, May I take a shower. Then… you promised me something…” I trailed off, as to not seem desperate.

“Yes, yes,” he laughed, “your Chinese food.”

As he lead me upstairs, I was stunned by home lush and comfortable it looked. The upstairs was Master’s private quarters, and I was shocked when he lead me through the living room, bedroom, and then to his private bathroom. He ran me a bubble bath as I leaned against the door, barely able to stand.

Treating me lover instead of a sex slave, he gently helped me into the tub, and started to wash my back. I sat there quiet as he lathered me. “You did a great job, Kismet. You have no idea how much money you made me tonight, and will continue to do so when Blue Star becomes popular.” He paused for a moment, before kissing my cheek, “You were the first girl to ever call for me while being fucked. I think that is sweet.”

As weird as it was, I didn’t hate my Master. In fact, I was thankful that he has moments like this were he was kind and gentle to me. Every muscle I had ached, and his soft touch felt so good. Maybe it was a side effect of the drug… I didn’t know, but it felt right. I hoped to one day see my parents again, but I didn’t think it was ever going to happen.

I looked at the clock on the wall, and realized I had been gone for at least two days. I had lost count already, so I didn’t really know. I knew that after the first 48 hours, police started to lose hope that the missing person is alive. The thought knocked me out of my fantasy world. Next year, I was supposed to go to college. I had plans. There were no two ways about it. I needed to escape.

Master laid me back into the tub, and wet my hair, talking to me the entire time, “You were amazing tonight… Keep it up, and I promise, I will make sure that you live a long, happy life. Some Masters are know to take their slaves as personal companions. I may just do that, if you prove yourself. So far, I like what I see.”

After my bath, Master led me into his room, wrapped in his robe. My Chinese food was sitting on the coffee table. I wanted to run for it, but I looked up at my Master with pleading eyes. “May I eat, Sir?” He smiled at me with a tenderness on his face that I haven’t seen before.

“How could I turn down such a request? Go eat. Afterwards, would you like to sleep in my bed?” I nodded, quickly sat down on the floor in front of the coffee table, and opened the brown paper bag. Inside, was my favorite meal… General Tso’s chicken, sour and spicy soup, crab rangoons, and an egg roll.

There was also a cold can of Coke on the side. As I ate, Master brushed my hair softly as he watched a rerun of ‘One and a Half Men.’ It was the one where the kid was puking his guts out while Charlie and the guy who played Ducky in ‘Sixteen Candles’ wanted to go to Vegas.

As Master watched the show, I looked around. As usual, we weren’t alone. There was an armed guard at the door, watching us. Curiosity consumed me.

“Master? What kind of place is this?”

“This is an illigal whore house, Pet. Girls from all over the world get kidnapped, and I personally go to slave auctions, and by them. Sometimes, I see something I like in a girl I see on the street, so I kidnap them, myself. You, my dear, are one of those girls. I saw you walking home from school about six weeks ago. Fell in love at first sight, you could say. I wanted you to myself, but once I felt that tight cunt of yours, I knew you’d be the perfect girl to use in my Blue Star demonstration. That’s my side job, Pet. I pettle designer drugs to club kids.”

I listened quietly, becoming disgusted with what I was hearing, but I felt powerless to do anything about it. “What exactly is Blue Star?”

“It’s a new drug. I know a guy that makes it, and I gotta say, since using it on the whores, we’ve made more money this month than we’ve made in a year. Business has been booming. The girls are more enthusiastic, and are actually willing to be bought and sold, as long as they get their fix. That’s the problem. Blue Star is addictive.”

“I’ve noticed, Master,” I said as I ate my soup.

“Hmm, I should limit how much I give you, then. I don’t want my favorite slave to be a junkie.” It was weird, but I felt touched that my Master cared about my well being. I smiled, and laid my empty plastic bowl on the coffee table before picking up the small bag that contained the crab rangoons.

The hope in my heart that my parents would find me was dying. If they did find me, then what could they do? I’m in a heavily armed brothel. A police raid could get innocent girls killed, or worse… get my Master arrested.

That thought struck me. I realized that I actually cared about my Master. It felt weird, and I didn’t understand the emotions, but after eating, I felt compelled to make a strange request. “Master, may I… snuggle next to you as we watch TV together?”

He grinned, grabbed me by my waist, and pulled me down on the couch next to him, holding me tight. However, we didn’t watch TV. We chatted, and got to know each other better. It was strange, talking to my kidnapper and rapist like we were friends, but I figured it was best. If I fought him, he wouldn’t be so kind to me. Then, he said something that scared me.

“Now, I want you to know something, Pet. Just because I am in a good mood now, doesn’t mean that I won’t be cruel to you later. As my personal slave, I am going to beat you, humilate you, sometimes even pimp you out, but it’s your place.”

Master was right. I spent the night in his arms, but in the morning, I woke up to being thrown out of bed. “Wake up, slut.”

I stood up, and looked at the floor near his feet. “Did I tell you to stand? Back on your knees.” Obediently, I dropped, and waiting for another order. He came to me with a riding crop in his hand, and struck me hard in the back. I screamed, and tried to crawl away, but he grabbed me by the hair, rolling me over onto my knees. “Suck my cock, bitch. Suck it!”

He violently slapped me across the face and slammed his dick in my mouth. Fear consumed me, so I started working my neck up and down, trying to please him. He screamed for me to go deeper, but I couldn’t go any further down. Unable to handle it, I pushed back, breaking the Master’s grip, falling to the floor hard. “Master, please, don’t hurt me…”

To my horror, The Master grabbed me by the hair, and dragged me out of his room, through the common room, were the John’s and whores could all see us, then, back to the room with the damned closet. “Bitch, last chance. Make me cum, or I am going to put you back in the closet, this time for three days. By then, I may just find another whore to be my private slave. You will be just another cum dumper, being fucking by any man able to pay.”

The Master pulled out a knife, and used the flat end to lift my chin so that he could see my eyes. I whimpered and begged incoherently, unable to handle what he was doing to me. I wanted the Master from last night. The Master that was kind and gentle to me. My lips wrapped around his dick, my hand on his balls. I sucked hard and fast, but he wasn’t satisfied. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and shoved me in the closet.

Time passed slowly. I shivered in fear and cold as all I could do was wait. Master had to let me out soon. He said I was his favorite. Said that it was love at first sight with me… What did that even mean? As I pondered, I heard the room door open, and then I heard a woman whimpering and begging for mercy.

“Yeah, bitch, cry for me. I love when my whores cry.” It was Master, and he was raping another woman. I instantly felt the most curious feelings of guilt and jealousy. “Louder, bitch! I want my other whores to hear you.” I heard the sound of him slapping her, and she squealed in pain. He took his time with her, raping her for what felt like hours as I sat in darkness, crying. After he was done, he opened the closet door, and yanked me out by my hair.

Then, he threw me on the bed, at the weeping, bruised girl’s feet. “Master, please, what do you want me to do? I will do anything you ask, just don’t hurt me.”Show me you are worth keeping as my servant. Lick my cum out of her pussy. Now.” I looked to the girl, and we made brief eye contact.

She shivered, and shook her head no, but the Master slapped her in the mouth. “You don’t say no to me! Spread your legs, slut.” She did as she was told, and I crawled between her thighs. She was leaking cum down onto the sheets below her. “Don’t pull your head up until she’s clean, Kismet.”

My tongue started lapping her dripping cunt as she cried. My guts churned as I realized that the Master was making me rape her. I didn’t like it. I didn’t have a sadistic bone in my body, but I kept going, refusing to disappoint my Master again. It tasted horrible, and I gagged, hating the taste of cum, but I didn’t as I was told. I knew better than to defy my master.

Suddenly, an alarm went off, and Master grabbed his clothes, “FUCK! COPS!”

Without another word, he shoved both of us into the closet, and I heard the to his room fly open, followed by gunfire. After ages, the doors opened. It was a police officer in SWAT gear. The Master was on the floor, bleeding out. I wasn’t thinking as I as ran to his side, completely oblivious to my nudity.

“MASTER! NO!” I cried, but another officer pulled me off of him.

The next hours flew by quickly. The police had raided the whore house. There were dead guards everywhere as I was lead out. All I could do was cry. Just as I had lost hope, I was rescued, but how could I go back to my old life now that the Master introduced me to this one? I’ve seen the darkness of man, and I kind of liked it.

My time with the Master jaded me. Later that day, after extensive questioning by the police, I was released to my mother and father. They held me and cradled me, and we cried together, but I didn’t cry because I was free, I cried because my sweet Master was dead. And… because my body craved more Blue Star. I shivered with withdrawal, but didn’t know what to do or say. I couldn’t tell my parents that I had gotten hooked on the latest street drug.

I had to suffer in silence.

And as a weird side note: I never ate Chinese food again…

The End

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