Such a lovely young thing. Her hair was light brown and cascaded in loose waves around her creamy shoulders. She came to me, immediately working to op...n my trousers. My hands pulled hers away and I brought each in turn to my lips. Her blue eyes widened with my gesture.I leaned down and kissed her neck with the lightest of brushes. This was the moment of greatest self-control - to resist that pulsing vein in her neck. The smell of blood burned my nose. Even the cheap perfume that filled the room. Leaned in close to me. I didn't smell cologne, just soap. A nice and clean smell I liked. I stepped back.He nodded in understanding. He looked into my eyes. His eyes were blue with a touch of gold. Very hard to look away from. After a quick glance to the women gathering at the edge of the parking lot he asked in a whisper, “Top or bottom?”I blinked and considered slapping him again. I remembered the blonde, “What did your date say last week?”He was surprised., “Oh. Her.”“Yes. Her.”He smiled. She was even friendly with the townie boys that way too. Wednesday nights we would go to the movie in town, and inevitably some guys would meet up with us.Seated in the darkened theater, I could help to glance at Maude and her date. They would be kissing and him running his hands over her breasts. Watching secretively I felt shudders run through me each time her tits were squeezed or saw the guy run his hand up and down her stocking covered thigh.A couple of times we went to the drive-in. I. Ever since she had become their...slave – the word felt like ash in her mind – there hadn't been one evening that went by without them either brutally raping or whipping her to unconsciousness.Her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft, tickling it, much to his enjoyment. Her cheeks had turned dark with shame, the thought of what she was doing here being even worse than the brutal use of her body...she was servicing a surfacer sexually....she was WORKING to bring him pleasure! Before she.