Innocence Taken

[Julian]

Personal Thoughts - Amy & Trudy

Personal Thoughts(No journal) - The limo picks me up a short time later, after returning Amy home. I can't help but my fingers keep caressing the image of Amy in a evening dress, some faceless escort gripping his sweaty palms to her hips, creeping over the floor-length dress and dropping his chin on her bare shoulder. Cleavage can be made out in her prom outfit, and she exhibits a stunning figure! My mouth goes dry and I have a lump in my throat.

I undo my tie as I now look at a family photo, seeing the familiar, doting mom & dad figures flanking the girls. Sadly, for as beautiful as they are, there's nothing really noticeable or attractive about the folks. In fact, they're downright common. But Amy & Trudy...

My prostate does a flip as I lash an image of Amy crooning at my feet, her deft tiny hands working the zipper of my tousers. She smile past pink lips, her round, clear eyes making a crown of anticipation as I see my cock grow and stand upright. To elevate my throbbing, she opens the buttons of her slips-type dress, letting it open at the center and fall away from her, revealing a topless summer tan. Perfect, erect nipples, a flat tummy with wide, flaring hips like a guitar, long legs and a taper to her delicate feet that a Barbie dolls wishes for.

Quickly, I tuck the photo back in the folder with her resume. My imagination almost got the better of me and a few seconds longer and I'd expose myself to the driver. If I can, I WILL have them both. Separately, together, with each other, in a group, or on video...soon.

And if not, I'll TAKE THEM!!

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Now you know my intentions.

Smile.

Always,



Julian

 

[Innocent1]

Oh where oh where has our Trudy gone?

I rise early on Monday morning, nervous, anxious, it seems as though I hardly got a wink of sleep. Too excited to sleep.

I hurry to get dressed and eat my breakfast before heading out the door. Ready to go I have only to wait on Trudy...

Are you ready Trudy?

 

[Julian]

Preparing for a New Day - Personal Thoughts

Personal Thoughts - I can feel the cum boiling in my balls, unused, tense, ready to be used on those little angels...or should I say, 'Future Sluts'? I AM going to have my way with them, and make them my concubines at work. Being alone with money affords me much, but real companionship. That's where Amy & Trudy come in.

Now I plan to send Amy to work for old man Moore, and his stupid son, Moore III, while Trudy does the filing and typing for Mr. Hartner and Miss Phaster. THOSE two are really twisted. Hartner is an asshole, but he handles the copyright stuff very well, which is how I am able to sell the first time one of my angels has sex [solo or with me or a group] as an amateur video and there are no complaints. And as for Phaster, I was surprised when I met her at a strip-bar doing the raunchiest lap dances money could buy. She was well worth the $100 buck I dropped meeting her. I was totally floored when I saw her apply as a legal secretary here, then become a real attorney a while later. Usually that "I'm working my way though school" bullshit is just a smoke screen to keep the fatheaded customers at arms' length. But she was for real, and STILL has an ass-shakers body.

Moore, Moore, Hartner, and Phaster...tell me that isn't the most ridiculous name for a bunch of lawyers. *[Run the names together and listen to the sound - Julian]* But damn do they make me fucking bunches of money.

It's almost 8:00 a.m. Those little angels better not be late, or there'll be Hell to pay.

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Innocent1, what are you going to wear on your first day to work? This will not matter, but could make the reader like you more with the thought of 'eye-candy'. Also, I'll dialogue and write these characters, unless you want others to play.

Drop me a line.




Julian

 

[Innocent1]

*OOC Well, since "Trudy" seems to have jumped ship, I'll play both roles for now and see if anyone wants to take up the role later*

"Trudy hurry up we can't be late!!" I call up the stairs to her, feeling as anxious as she is nervous.

"I'm coming" she calls out and I heard her feet on the stairs as she hurries down.

We are sisters I remind myself as I look at her...but sometimes we are direct contrasts. Maybe it's the age difference, maybe i'm just too conservative, and maybe she's just a little nieve.

I stand dress in a somewhat conservative business suit, skirt, white blouse, blazer, my hair up, glasses on, ready to work.

It's not that Trudy doesn't look good...stunning really but not exactly what I would have chosen, but then I wouldn't have worn the dress i'd worn to the Saturday dinner meeting if she hadn't picked it out and convinced me to wear it and that worked. But then, that was dinner and this was work.

Still, I promised myself not to be judgemental. I smiled as I watched her slip on her shoes and get her purse, she really did look lovely. Her hair worn down, long straight and blonde, she wore a light blue dress, a little too short and a little too tight for my liking but it did look good on her. And...it really wasn't that short, or that tight. It came to just above her knees and hugged her body. I couldn't help but smile, my sweet little sister was growing up.

Mr. Julian would love her I was sure of it, and if there was a problem with what she wore he'd tell her.

We made our way out to the car and drove to the office building downtown. Trudy nervous, talking a lot, anxious, asking questions about Mr. Julian and the company.

Finally we arrive and head up to the offices, Mr. Julian waits for us, smiling as he sees us both enter the office.

"Good morning Amy...and this must be Trudy" you smile politely extending your hand.

"Nice to meet you sir" she says shyly, her voice soft and quiet, her demeanor painfully shy, even more than me. You smile inwardly knowing you would enjoy this little one.

You call over one of your associates and explain to me that he will show me around while you and Trudy get better "acquainted".

*Well Mr. Julian, what happens next? Who do you move on first? How quickly and how? I'm anxious to know. Will you start anything with Trudy alone in your office? Maybe just a little? Or is it too early? Can't wait to hear more*

 

[Innocent1]

*Trudy*

I could hardly believe it when Amy said that Mr. Julian wanted to meet me and could have a job for me. I was hardly able to relax at all for the rest of the weekend.

Remembering everything that Amy had put together for him I tried to get the same things together, putting together my rather flimsy resume, the same personal information he'd wanted from Amy - Height 5'2, weight 102lbs, hair color blonde, eye color green.

And finally the picture, I didn't really have any smaller pics of me that would be really appropriate, but I did have a couple left of my school picture, maybe it was a bit bigger than he needed but I didn't have any of the little tiny ones left.

I smile looking at the picture how i'd wanted to look nice for it. I'd worn my new blue dress that hugged my body and buttoned up the back. It was ackward, but it looked really good on me. The way I was sitting for the picture, turned slightly to one side, back straight, arms behind me, made the dress ride up on my thighs a little. I thought it looked very sexy *shy giggle*.

The worse part of all of this was deciding what to wear on Monday. I knew Amy would wear something conservative and business like, but I thought I should wear something a little different. It's more of an interview after all, and I don't want to be branded as "Amy's little sister" straight away.

I decide to wear the dress from the picture. It's one of my favorites and it's still conservative enough. Sexy yet....I don't know innocent maybe *giggle*

I can hardly stop talking as we drive through the city to the building and the offices. But I shut up pretty quickly when we get there, i've always been a little too shy.

I smile politely as Mr. Julian introduces himself to me and swallow the lump in my throat as he guides me slowly into his office. I look over my shoulder at Amy as she goes off to start her day and she gives me a reassuring smile. I can't help but be nervous.

 

[Julian]

Personal Thoughts - First Day & Meeting trudy

I had known that only Miss Phaster and I would be in the office at 8:00 a.m. with the secretary, Catherine Jones. Catherine was a half-Black, half Asia woman who resembles Mariah Carey with bigger tits and a smaller waist; she has a flair for wearing long, tapered dresses with vest or jackets making her body look like a wasp in linen or pinstriped wool; her blose is usually silk and buttoned to her chin or with an accompanying woman's necktie or a cameo, and her heels spiked, but not platformed. She walks like a geisha, her knees rstricted by the small slit behind her knees, the dress cinched up tight, giving her an uncomfortable to see, yet enjoyable (for her) body wrap. Just watching Catherine's sweet ass walk away from me gave me a hard-on that I had to satisfy with a trip to Miss Phasters' office. And Marla - Miss Phaster - was ALWAYS accommodating. Catherine I preferred alone with a table like the one in the board room where we discussed settlements with clients, just at the end of the day, or with Marla in a little threesome. Both women were slightly bi, so there were any questions as to who would get pussy an who'd get cock. Both got both!

Marla on the other hand, was still business-like in an Ally McBeal sort of fashion. Alway spiked heels, and she used hose that required a garter belt or the one-piece types similiar to those; her French cut panties or thong were outside the garters, just in case she was too horny to go home and needed me. She wore her skirts mid-thigh, a crisp white blouse, and either single breasted or double-breasted blazers. On her, those were a special occassion; a single would accent her breast outward from the white of her blouse, and double was an look like Catherine's, only much more dangerous, especially when she's not wearing a blouse beneath the jacket, and her bounce makes you wonder if there's a bra or not.

(Personal Thought - Geez, I'm getting stiff just thinking about the little tryst I'll need with Amy, or Trudy, or Amy and Marla, or Catherine and Trudy and Amy and myself and ...or EAAARRGGHH!! *Mr. J!)

Five to eight and both strolled in, Amy smiling at me, and Trudy looking around at the opulent old-money law firm that was their new job. I stuck out my hand, knowing I was the only man in the office for a few hours. The Moore's were in court till lunch, and Mr. Hartner was still in Aruba or Jamaica, some hot spot I sent him to when I knew he'd need to chase young European tourist girls and corrode his liver. He's just won the firm I own a $12 million dollar suit, and we got the disgusting check last week, so I sent him away for a little rest. Catherine was answering the phone, and Miss Phaster was in her office.

"Good morning ladies", I said, calmly, hoping I had remembered to button my blazer to keep the hard-on hidden beneath the expensive wool. "Hope you had no problems finding the office."

"None sir", chimed Amy. "This is my sister Trudy, and she's just graduated from high-school."

"First job, eh?"

Trudy just blushed and giggled, shylyturning her had to one side. Her body language truly kept me in awe, considering her clothing, which made no attempt to hide a magnificent young, gazelle-like figure. Full, round breast, long legs, a sweet, round ass and long, beautiful shimmering hair with color that seemed to dance under the lights.

Hopefully, that would be a lap-dance on her behalf in the next few minutes.

"Amy, head to Miss Phaster's office, while I interview your sister," I stated camly. "If she's anything like you, you'll have no problem gettting the bonus I promised."

Amy walked away, her conservative outfit a contrast to the casual attire she wore this past Saturday. But sharp, and wonderful to behold.

"Trudy, follow me please, and hand me your resume."

She did so with genuine pleasure, ready to accept life's challenges and to learn how to knock 'em down. Sadly, I was gonna be the worst of her challenges.

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Trudy, ready to be interviewed? It's gonna be tough.

Amy, tell me if you like Miss Phaster. Maybe as a curiousity, or admiration, or amazement. And you've both seen Catherine...

Thanks & keep in touch.



Julian

 

[Innocent1]

*OOC I LOVE the way you describe Miss Phaster, and Catherine...and if I didn't say before I LOVE the names of the firm partners *giggle*. Please let me know if there is anything that you'd like to include or have us wear or anything like that. You can email me if you are comfortable doing so. Listening to you describe their outfits got me soooo wet....i loved it thank you Mmmmm.....a lap dance from our sweet little Trudy? My you are a naughty boy ;-) Might be a little too early for that....maybe a terrified, teary eyed table dance, or if you are really set on a lap dance perhaps your always willing secretary can assist you in FORCING one out of Trudy...her young body trapped between the two of you....mmmm...very erotic. Just some ideas ;-) can't wait to see how it goes*

*AMY*

I smile politely as Mr. Julian greets us as we enter the office. He is such a kind man, I have no worries about Trudy, knowing he will understand how young and impressionable she must be.

You instruct me to go and see Miss Phaster while you interview Trudy to see what positions she may be best suited for. Smiling I walk away quietly, looking over my shoulder at Trudy one last time not at all surprised to see you watching me as well. Trudy gives me a nervous smile as I turn the corner and lose sight of them.

I walk down the hallway carefully checking the names on the offices. I come to Miss Phaster's office, the door slightly ajar. A little nervous I knock calling out to her my voice cracking slightly.

"M-Miss Phaster?" I knock and the door opens slightly. From behind her desk she looks up, her face breaking into a sudden smile.

"Mmm....you must be Amy" she says in a voice that can't help but make me shiver, her eyes wide and bright like an animal sizing up it's prey. "Please come in, Mr. Julian has told me about you and i've been so looking forward to....meeting you"

I smile politely, shyly as I assess her a little. I'm happy to be working with a woman Lawyer, hoping she can show me the ropes, maybe even be a mentor of sorts to me. I try not to stare at her as she stands from behind the desk, her body so slim and fit, her outfit amazing, very business like yet, alluring. I'm sure i can learn a lot from her... ;-)

She walks to the door, opening it and ushering me inside, her hand on my elbow guiding me in and motioning me towards a chair while she closes the door behind us.....


*And our little Trudy*

Mr. Julian and I watch as Amy walks away towards the other offices, I shiver slightly, admiring her, yet enving her confidence, especially in situations like this. I only hope my nervousness and inexperierence doesn't hurt my chances at the job.

"Right this way please Trudy"

Mr. Julian's voice brings me back to the reality of the situation. His hand on my back guides me towards his office. It feels a little strange having him touch me like that, but he seems so nice almost like a father figure.

We move past Catherine's desk and she looks up at me, a wicked grin on her face making me shiver although i'm not really sure why. Her grin widens and she slowly licks her lips her eyes never leaving mine. I tremble and turn away shocked and even a little scared. I try to tell myself not to be so silly, she's just teasing the new girl I tell myself, trying to make me scared.

"Here we are my dear" Mr. Julian says with a broad smile as we enter the office "please have a seat little one...we have a long day ahead of us".

I sit nervously, trying not to tremble too much, my legs crossed, arms folded in my lap, very self conscious of my appearance.

I hear him saying something softly to the secretary but can't make out the words. Then hear him close the door behind us...his footsteps as he walks up behind me...

 

[Julian]

A Taste of Amy - Via Trudy

Personal Thoughts - I wonder if Amy & Trudy suspect anything about my desires for young girls. Virginal inice, virgin is best! Yummy! Trudy is ready, and I can't take my eyes off her knees, the shins of her legs and the little point her toes make in the cup of her high heels. She has wonderful legs, a sweet, flat tummy and some nice perky breast. Catherine gave her a sideways glance, and I KNOW she liked what I liked in these sister. Amy and Trudy are both delicious-looking, and now to set forth.

"Trudy, relax", I say, running a comforting hand over her shoulders, her neck moving slightly, a gasp escaping her lips. "Right now I'm gonna give you a series of academic test; you know, filing, comprehension, translation of read materials, and the like, okay? It's not that I don't trust your sister, but I need to know you'll be an asset to us and your sister."

Trudy is puzzled, asking, "What does Amy have to do with this?"

"She's getting a bonus," I reply, "and if you do well, it'll mean more comfort for both of you."

By the afternoon, Trudy was tired. The test were somewhat redundant, boring and overly-detailed. But if this was a better future, she'd take her chances. Lunchtime arrived, and Mr. Julian said, "Go ahead and leave the test here. You can finish the rest later."

Miss Phaster lifted her eyes from the legal notes, watching Amy type like a fiend next to her desk, her back to the attorney. She had her long, dark hair up in a pony-tail, her wire rimmed glasses hiding the lust in her eyes. Mr. Julian suspected a strong bond between both sisters, and he was gonna enjoy manipulating Amy, the oldest and one with a streak of protection.

"Amy," Marla Phaster ask calmly, "Why are you here?"

"I was supposed to be an intern, but Mr. Julian didn't have enough help, so he hired me for the summer."

"Whoops, it's lunch time." Marla looks at her Rolex, and you notice the glint of gold in the mirror next to your desk. "File that stuff away and you can come back to it later."

"Thanks Miss Phaster."

"Please, call me Marla."

Amy smiles, "Okay, Marla."

From there the sisters meet for lunch. Marla goes to Julian's office, closing the door behind her. He is undoing his necktie, putting his feet up on his desk, a pile of papers with a calculator, a few pencils, and a small reference book.

"What are all these test for?" ask Marla.

"Nothing. They don't mean squat to this place. But, she's gonna be tired, and receptive to any trust I exhibit, so once I can, I'm gonna drug Trudy, and go after her sisters' protective side."

Marla replies, "You're a fucking pervert, Julian."

"True", he states, "but I'll give you Amy before I pop her cherry, and then once we have the oldest, we'll get the youngest."

"All this genius could be used for good-"

Julian cuts her off: "True. But good was never this much fun. Oh, and do me a favor, please. Bring me the tape from your birthday before you and Catherine leave, when it's just Amy & myself and Sleepng Trudy."

"No problem."

(REPLY: You can write the conversation between Amy & Trudy at lunch. Write about personal suspicions, gestures between characters and the like.)

After lunch, Trudy returns to her testing, and slips into the groove of work. At five p.m., she feels fatigue in her clothing, and Mr. Julian offers her some brandy.

"It'll calm your nerves," he says. "Trust me."

Trudy sips, has a toast and regrets the drink. He suggest she go lie down on the couch in the board room, and since it has a one-way mirror, Amy can see her when the day ends.

(REPLY: Let me know what Trudy is thinking about her future before she slides into a narcotic sleep.)

Amy continues typing like mad, when Marla announces quitting time. Catherine meets Marla at the door, smiles at Amy and ask how her first day went. Marla hands Amy a video cassette, directing her to see Mr. Julian before she leaves.

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Innocent1,

Now, after Amy & Trudy's reactions and dialogue, meet Mr. Julian in his office with Marla's package, and I'll write something that'll keep you moving faster and faster.

Smile.

Always,



Julian

 

[Innocent1]

*Mmmmm....I think you enjoy teasing me don't you ;-)*

We are both very thankful to see lunch time come as both of us are very tired. It feels like i've been typing for ever but I know I will get used to it.

Miss Phaster dismisses me for my lunch break and I head down to meet Trudy. She comes out of Mr. Julian's office, looking very tired already. She flashes me a weary smile as we head off for lunch. I can't help but notice the secretary's glance at both of us, her eyes on our bodies.

We wait until we are outside to say much about work, still feeling a little self-conscious about things.

"So, how did the interview with Mr. Julian go?"

"You mean how is it going? *GROAN* He has me doing a lot of tests to see if I can do all the work okay" she groans, stretching. "What about you? how has your morning been?"

"Busy, Mr. Julian has me working with Miss Phaster...she seems nice but..."

"But what?"

"It's nothing, she's very good at her job and very dedicated....It's...it's just way she seems to look at me sometimes is a little weird"

"Yeah, I felt the same about Catherine, Mr. Julian's secretary...she doesn't seem to say very much but it's a little spooky when she looks at you"

"Yeah, she was looking at us when we left for lunch" I say quietly still not sure what to make of it.

"They must be just trying to intimidate us you know, because we're new"

"Yeah...I guess you're right" I smile a reassuring smile at her, eager to change the subject "so aside from the tests *giggle* do you think you'll like working here?"

"Oh yes, I just hope that every day is not like this"

We both laugh, enjoying our lunch before heading back to work...

We return and once again go our seperate ways, I resume my typing while Trudy continues on with her exhausting tests.

Finally at just about the end of the day Trudy finishes her tests, Mr. Julian can see how tired she is, dispite her attempts to hide it.

"That was very good Trudy, you've put in a good day, a hard day but a good one, and from what i've seen i'm confident that you can handle the position wonderfully" Mr. Julian says with a smile as he pours himself a drink.

"Please Trudy, join me in a nice brandy, we can drink a toast to your new position here."

"Oh, I don't know, i'm not really much of a drinker" Trudy replies shyly.

"It's just one little drink, it'll help you relax trust me, you've had a hard day and deserve to relax" He says as he pours her a drink anyway, ignoring her protests.

Smiling sweetly she accepts the drink and sips it slowly, drinking a quick toast to her and Amy's new position at the firm. Soon Trudy begins to feel a little dizzy, groggy. She slips backwards into the chair, Mr. Julian catching her arm protectively. Knelt by her side he asks if she is okay. In her groggy drugged state she doesn't notice as his hand brushes the soft skin of her leg.

"Maybe you should lay down and wait for Amy, she shouldn't be much longer...here let me help you over to the board room where you can lie down"

She doesn't really respond as he pulls her gently to her feet, his arms holding her tightly against her, taking advantage of her semi drugged state to explore her tight little body. Her head slumps on his chest and he inhales the sweet fragrance of her perfume and the smell of her hair.

Trudy moans slightly as he guides her out of the office, Catherine coming to her side as well to "help her out". Trudy shivers as she sees the same wicked grin curled on Catherine's lips.

"What's wrong sweetie" she coos softly, laughing "feeling a little tired...the pretty girl just needs a nice nap is all"

Trudy feels them guide her into the board room and onto the couch, unsure of what is happening around her not sure if she is dreaming all of this or what is happening.

Forgetting where she is her last thoughts are of Amy and her need for sleep, she mumbles softly that she has to be ready for work the next day. Mr. Julian smiles as he slides back out of the room and back to his office, leaving Catherine sitting next to Trudy on the couch...

In Miss Phaster's office Amy types furiously, not really conscious of the time when Marla announces that it is quitting time.

"Oh wow, I didn't realize it was so late" she says stretching her tired back.

Catherine appears in the doorway to meet Marla and smiles a knowing smile at Amy. Marla instructs Amy to take the tape to Mr. Julian before she leaves and the two of them are off.

Getting my things together I head down to Mr. Julian's office, feeling a little tired and anxious to head home and relax for the evening.

"Hello Mr. Julian" I smile sweetly knocking on his door before I enter. Miss Phaster asked me to bring this to you, and she said you wanted to speak with me?"...

 

[WOODY0000]

Your rape fantasy

Hi Amy! I find your interest in a rape fantasy very erotic. I do need to explain that in "real life" I could never force sex on a woman. It's a crime and a humiliation. As a fantasy I find it a very hot subject. It gives me a throbbing boner. I am new to this site, so I'm not totally sure how this works, but I would love to get a fantasy going with you. I have a great imagination and can get very nasty. Interested?

 

[Julian]

A Taste of Amy - Via Trudy, Part 2

"Innocent1 - and now things change for the better...or worse."
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Catherine helps Trudy down, hearing her moans, smelling her shampoo, feeling the heaving of her breast against her face. She takes a second, allowing her tongue to slip over Trudy's lips, making her call out a boy's name. Her eyes flutter, and Catherine takes advantage of the surfacing dream to creep her long fingernails over Trudy's well-rounded breast, gently squeezing the pliant flesh between her fingers. Trudy sighs, believing the experience to be real and what she desires in her heart.

Amy strolls calmly into Mr. Julian's office. He is smiling, and the room is empty. He is leaning against his chair, opening his tie and removing his blazer. His shirt is perfectly starched and covers his well-defined torso smoothly. He is sipping from a brandy snifter.

(REPLY: How you feel.)

"Do you have Miss Phaster's tape?" he ask calmly.

Amy smiles, saying, "Yessir. Here it is."

The tape is a blank VHS tape, with only a date on the cover which was a month ago. Mr. Julian smiles, thanking her, and slides it into a VCR beneath a flat-screen TV in his office. Noticing they're alone, Amy ask, "Mr. Julian, where's Trudy?"

"Ah, yes," he replies, holding a remote, the TV screen a blue color. "Well, she's a little tired, so I let her relax in the board room. It has a small loveseat. You can get her in a minute. I'd like to speak to you alone first, and give you your bonus."

Amy is about to sit in a chair in front of Mr. Julian, when she notices his window looking into the boardroom. She sees Catherine brushing the hair away from Trudy's closed eyes, and then watches her tongue glide into her sisters' willing mouth.

(REPLY: What you'll do, how you act.)

"Hey! What the Hell's she doing?!" Amy shouts, standing, full of fury and anger. Suddenly, a firm hand lands on her shoulder, pushing her right back into the chair. Amy looks up to see Mr. Julian's eyes grow cold, unfeeling, his expression one of total control. Catherine pulls away from Trudy, never hearing Amy's shouts, and leaves her laying on the loveseat, clearly in Amy's sight. Turning back to him, Amy is surprised to find something staring back at her; unmistakeable, and covered, but terrifying.

(REPLY: Why you're drawn to the tapes' images.)

Beneath the zipper, his cock pulses, finding itself now at eye-level with the young college student. A click is heard, then the buzzing of a VCR without an image. Then, there is a party. Amy notices Marla sitting in a pool hall, drinking beer with some rough-looking men, a variety of sizes and races. She is drunk, fawning over them, kissing them, allowing their calloused hands to run over her creamy body. She slides her tongue into the mouth of a tall African-American man, and stands to let a heavy-set, moustached Hispanic man run his hands over her fat breast.

His tremor held violence Amy could never imagine: "Sit and watch, dear."

Amy can't help watching her friend giving herself to these vile, dirty men. Other men being to slide their hands up her skirt, over her stomach, and pull the wool blazer off her body. Without warning, a tearing sound is heard, and her skirt and slip are in pieces. Marla looks frightened, and is stumbling to get away from the throng of a half-dozen men reaching for everything exposed. She's clad in in her bra, heels and stockings, trying to cover her erect nipples.

"That place is on the next block", Julian says. "One call, and Trudy'll feel like death, or want it. Those men will rip her little body apart."

The camera follows Marla as she is grasped in a bear-hug by a huge Anglo biker, his pants down to reveal a tool that resembled more of a yardstick than a human cock. She screamed, then he slaps her, shouting, "This little whore is mine first!"

(REPLY: Revulsion, or excitement, or both?)

Marla finds herself laying on a pool-table as a pair of men hold her down, the last of her lace gone in the move from her escape to being lifted across the room.

(REPLY: Do you like her body? Or the scene?)

"Amy, you want this to happen to your sister, or do you want to save her?"

The wool-covered cock jumps to life with vigor, despite its' restrictions. Amy has an idea what he wants from her, but wants to hear the words. Tears burn her cheeks and acid churns in her stomach as to what will follow.

"You strip, showing me your body. Then, you WILL suck me off, and swallow everything I expel. You will NOT hold it in, nor spit it out. If not, Trudy will be with them in two minutes."

(REPLY: Are you going to tell him how innocent you really are, and seek mercy?)

Without warning, Marla's image screamed, the Anglo biker shouting, "I got it in! I got it ALL THE WAY in the bitch!"

More hands covered her body, grabbing her magnificent breast, tugging the nipples like mad. One man shouted he had a finger in her asshole, then her screams were muffled by another cock flying out and landing in her mouth. The owner frunted madly, shouting, "Bitch, take it all! Take it!"

(REPLY: Make it good.)

Amy continued weeping...

*******

Your turn, beautiful. And yes, I LOVE teasing you...




Julian

 

[Innocent1]

I am a little taken back by the sight that greets me as I enter Mr. Julian's office. So different to see him like this so, layed back. His manner and demeanor is different as well, no longer the kind father figure. More in control, more dominant, more...demanding.

Handing him the tape, a little more nervous than before I ask about Trudy and with a smile he tells me she is laying down.

It is only as I turn to sit that I see Trudy and Catherine. I stare, a little surprised and nervous remembering the way she looked at us before...the way she looked at Trudy. I see her fingers brush Trudy's hair and my stomach churns, I try to tell myself she's only making sure she is okay but my instincts tell me something very different.

I watch with revulsion as she kisses her staring in shock and anger for a moment before I can cry out. I scream "what is she doing?!? What are you doing?!?" Not really thinking that she can't hear me....or may not care even if she can.

I protest wanting to pound on the window, wanting to scream at you to stop this, she is your secretary.

Your firm hand pulls me back, forcing me down into the chair and I see the huge bulge in your pants. My whole body trembling I supress a sob as fear encompasses me.

The sound of the television draws my gaze and I stare in horror at the images before me. The television positioned so as to not abscure my view of Trudy...the two almost seeming to be set side by side in contrast such that I can not just look at one and not the other.

I watch the screen in horror at the images that fill it. Mr. Julian stands next to me, his hand firm on my shoulder. His presence menacing. A soft cry and a gasp escapes my lips at I see them tear the clothing from her body, I see her fear and feel my own. I want to look away, Mr. Julian laughs telling me to watch...and learn.

Tears stream down my face as I gaze at the horrible scene. I feel Mr. Julian's touch, his fingers on my neck, caressing it softly, his body close to mine. I can see his cock hard and throbing through the cotton. He laughs, fingers caressing my neck and hair, teasing me. "Doesn't she look nice Amy...She has a beautiful body doesn't she" I sob in response not wanting to watch this horrible scene.

"Pl-please t-turn it off" I whisper.

He doesn't answer, ignoring me, "almost as beautiful as you...or Trudy" my sobs turn to cries of fear at the mention of her name breaking down, my body shivering.

"Watch the screen Amy" Mr. Julian commands. My tear filled eyes are drawn to the screen, Marla's screams echoing through the room as the man rams himself hard inside of her.

"Do you want this to happen to Trudy Amy?" He said it with a little sneer in his voice, his voice calm as though he were asking about the weather.

Tears stream down my face, my body trembling, the scream catches in my throat, unable to answer him. His hand brushes my hair as he steps away. The tape slowly coming to an end, he steps back to look at me.

"Take your clothes off Amy" he said it so casually it almost sounded sureal. My body shaking I tried to tell myself this wasn't happening. That I was dreaming.

"I'm waiting Amy!" the harshness in his voice made my body shake, bringing me back into the reality of the situation.

"Stand up...now" he commands and I stand quickly my body trembling. "Now take off your clothes"

Crying I feel my body slump almost collapsing. Tear filled eyes stare at him begging.

"Pllllease...please do-don't do this!" I sob "I...I..ca-can't...i--i've n-never" I choke out words making little or no sense. A hard slap, a back hand across my face silences me.

With it he turns away, walking away from me towards the mirror. Staring in at Trudy.

"You aren't being a good girl Amy. You're just making it harder for yourself...and for Trudy" I shiver trying to speak but his voice cuts me off. "She has such a beautiful body doesn't she. Catherine certainly thinks so..." he laughs his voice trailing off. "Perhaps the two of them should become better acquainted? maybe she could introduce Trudy to the same friends who met Marla on the tape"

He laughs grinning back at me teasing me. "Things could get very nasty for our little Trudy...that's why you're going to be a good girl aren't you Amy" he says his voice strong and commanding as he walks towards his desk...reaching for his camera. His eyes cold and hard make contact with mine. The smile gone from his lips as he stares at me. "You are going to be a good girl Amy and do as I tell you...or the next video I make will have Trudy as it's star!"

I stand shaking unable to move or speak as he speaks. His words cutting through me. My eyes lock on Trudy as she lays sleeping, not sure how long she will sleep or what other effects the drug may have or what else you may have planned for her.

"Take your clothes off Amy....now. I will not tell you again."

I don't look at him, not wanting to look at him. Fingers trembling I slide out of my blazer and let it drop to the floor, suddenly self conscious of my body and my dress. He smiles sipping his brandy

"That's a good girl Amy...now let your hair down, that's it..let the fun begin" He laughs. My body shivering as I fumble with the top buttons on my blouse, my body trembling, sobing softly still begging him not to hurt me or Trudy...felling helpless, trapped...at his mercy.

*OOC, well, I hope you liked the response. The video was a bit intense, more than I like really, not big into the gang stuff personally but it had a wonderful effect thank you I would LOVE to see more of Catherine with little Trudy. I'd also like to know more about her and how she will fit into the story, and Marla as well...mmmm, loving it so far can't wait to continue. I didn't want to do too much of the stripping for you just yet, I like to tease too ;-) tell me what you think.

 

[Julian]

A Taste of Amy - Via Trudy, Part 3

Personal Thought - I'm glad Marla had the tape cued up to the sex scene; had Amy seen the biker guys talking to myself and Catherine, eating steaks and discussing how realistic the "rape fantasy" should look, she'd of laughed, thought of us as a bunch of perverts and dragged her sleeping sibling down to the attorney's below us for a multi-million dollar lawsuit - and WON! Even I grew a little more excited watching Marla's 38-DD cups spin around, being gripped by the bar patrons. Despite anything, if Amy ran now, the firm would be dead. Hartner can't be hired anywhere else due to his brilliance and drinking, and the Moore's are just fucked-up, inbred old money.

Instead, she's weeping at Catherine and the harsh voice I had to use to keep from laughing. What a beautiful young woman, like the mountains in California: still unspoiled by the ravages of people like me. As a afterthought, I flip n the tiny 8mm camera, allowing it to drone in the corner, taking the whole scene with an unflinching eye. I felt a slight twinge of guilt for slapping her, but without it, Amy would be a basket case and useless for OUR needs.

"Go on angel", I coo softly, "take off your outfit."

Her designer blazer is on the floor, and her hands are opening the zipper at the back of her skirt. Catherine would love this; too bad she's leaving the bonus money in Amy's car.

"Slowly", I say. "My but you're a beautiful girl."

I continue leaning back at the edge of my desk, sipping the brandy, allowing the fire to engorge my eager cock even more. Amy lets her hair down, the brown locks gently resting on her shoulders. She's wearing panty hose, and beneath I'm surprised to see a Joe Boxer thong. *Sigh!* I'll change that to a Victoria's Secret thong and garter belt with stockings later. Her bra is lace, with an underwire, pushing up her firm, ripe breast. She's not huge, but the pair is wonderful to behold, soft and round. I notice the clasp at the front, and smile, moving my fingers toward her outfit.

(REPLY: Remove your clothing, and describ your body in detail; don't forget your personal feelings.)

She's at my knees, looking up at me. I let my fingers trace a line under her jaw, letting the tips move onto her lips and over her nose. Amy has perfect nipples, a flat smooth stomach, and no scars or marks. I can see the tuft of a neatly cropped bikini line, and the absence of tan lines on her upper body. She lets a 'sniffle' out, keeping her composure, and I let my finger land on the top of her lips.

"P-pl-please, M-M-mister Julian...," she stammers, "I'm a good girl, and have never-"

"I know, but now it's time to learn. This will keep me off Trudy, and I'll keep the wild dogs in check. But you MUST do what I've told you to do, understand?"

And with that I move my fingers behind her head, keeping them wrapped in the long, brown locks. Amy breaths, relaxing and getting over her revulsion, and raises her hand, keeping mine away from the zipper.

"Swallow, Amy. No spitting on my carpets."

As her fingers move closer, I can feel my prostate throbbing harder, making the dick-stick jump forward. It's gonna take a lot of self-control to keep from grasping her face and just fucking it like a pussy with teeth.

*******
Innocent1,

Point of No-Return. Let's see where we go...



Julian

p.s. "You know, but Amy and Trudy don't." (LOL)

 

[Innocent1]

Sobbing, my fingers tremble struggling with the buttons on my blouse and the zipper on my skirt, crying helplessly. Feeling his eyes on my body, buring into me.

My blouse and skirt off now, trembling in just my underware, blushing deep red, so nervous, so scared. His eyes never leaving my body. I hear the swish of the brandy in his glass. His hand massaging his crotch obscenely no longer having to hide his lust.

My body shakes and I resist the urge to cover myself with my hands. His eyes trace along the my face and shoulders, sliding down over the soft skin of my neck. He steps forward, his fingers brushing the fabric of my bra. I jump back in fear and he laughs telling me to hold still.

I tremble feeling his hands sliding over my firm young body. fingers tracing up my arm, feeling the soft skin of my shoulders, neck, along the top of my chest, tracing along the top of my bra, my breasts heaving. I sob my eyes closed tight feeling his hot breath on my face.

His fingers trace along the soft smooth skin of my stomach, firm and tight, "such a pretty girl Amy" he teases me, "I've imagined from the first moment I saw you what it would be like to do this." I sob and tremble feeling his fingers trace along the top of my panties.

Suddenly without warning he steps back, away from me. Leaving my body trembling. "Finish it" he commands "Let me see you".

Crying my eyes peer up at him, silently begging, my fingers fumblign with the clasp on my bra.

"DO IT" he hisses, growing impatient with me. A wicked smile curling on his lips "little Trudy won't sleep forever you know" He laughs, teasing me again.

Shivering I feel the clasp let go in my hands, the bra opening I pull it back slowly my young breasts, small but firm naked to his gaze now. He smiles, his voice soft as he coos "mmmm....that's a good girl" the bra falls away and I fight the urge to cover myself with my hands, my nipples hard from fear, firm and errect. Tears stream down my face falling onto my breasts.

My eyes still silently pleading with him finding only lust and viciousness secured in his eyes.

Fingers at my panties now, my mind screaming in my head unable to believe that i'm really doing this. No one outside my family has ever seen me like this...man or woman. Sobbing I force myself to slide the panties down, his moans of lust growing stronger, groaning his approval as the soft tuff of brown hair comes into view. Crouched over I hurry to get them off and close my legs tightly, my hands covering my body now, sobbing helplessly.

I collapse to my knees sobbing, knowing this is where he wants me. Peering up at him in fear and humiliation. "Pl-please d-don't make me do this" I sob helplessly.

He laughs walking slowly towards me "Well...I could" he teases, laughing at the glimmer of hope in my eyes, pausing for a moment before shattering it with his words. "There is always little Trudy...." his voice trails off, his fingers run through my hair his body sideways glancing towards the window knowing I will follow his gaze.

"Catherine's tongue slid so willingly into her mouth.... maybe my cock will as well" He laughs making me shiver.

"Noooo...plllleasee...d-don't hurt her, i...i'll do it" I sob helplessly.

He grins viciously moving infront of me now, blocking my view of Trudy completely "you'll do what little girl" he laughs, teasing me.

Trembling my fingers move to his zipper but he slaps them away. "No....say it first Amy...what are you going to do"

Sobbing I force the words from my mouth, everything seeming so surreal now "s-suck you" I tremble as I say the words softly, they tumble from my mouth among the sobs and tears.

"Mmm...such a good girl you are." he laughs "you must really LOVE your little sister....and with her tight little body I can see why" he laughs obscenely.

I try to block his words from my mind, focusing on what i know I have to do if I am to protect Trudy. Fingers fumbling with his zipper pulling his pants free, freeing the monster from it's cage, feeling it long and hard in my trembling hands. Sobbing helplessly.

He moans at my soft touch, my fingers trembling feeling it throb and pulse.

"YYyeeeeess..." he moans "suck it little girl!!" he grunts out the order and I move my mouth slowly on his cock, scared, nervous, tentative, not sure what to do.

Feeling the soft lips move around the head he thrusts hard, sinking into my mouth groaning, feeling my tongue slide along the shaft.

Crying, sobbing helplessly i fight the urge to gag as his hard cock slides in and out of my mouth pumping inside of me. Sobbing trying to block out his lusty moans. I shiver sobbing being used like a piece of meat.

"Suck it slut" He grunts, gripping my hair hard, fingers moving through it, he laughs at my fear and innocence. My tongue teasing the tip, sliding along the shaft. Finger massaging his balls, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, his balls hitting against my chin.

He groans thrusting harder lost in his lust...grunting, pushing harder, deeper inside of me. "Take it slut...deep throat me bitch" he snarles, not caring if I understand or not "DO IT!! Or sweet little Trudy will go on the ride of her life!!"

I struggle, gasping trying to breath as his cock pushes into my throat filling me, the muscles of my throat contracting around him, feeling him pulse hard inside me ready to cum. Suddenly he groans hard, pulling my hair...thrusting hard into my throat one final time and i feel him explode inside me, moaning for me to swallow every drop like a good girl.

Our bodies locked together, pulsing, feeling him pumping inside of me again, softening slightly in my mouth from the release, squeezing the last few drops from his swollen cock. His fingers slide along my face, feeling my soft tears.

I sob forcing it down, forcing myself to swallow it all. Unaware of the eyes which watch us....gazing upon us.

He pulls out of me and I sob, collapsing helplessly to the floor wondering if it is finally over. Unaware of the sound of heels clicking in the hallway outside, walking down the hall....

*Did you like? Did it live up to expectations? I hope so, I do try *giggle* I like it a lot so far but don't be scared to get rough, nasty, I want you to. I'm not into the gang stuff...but LOVE being teased and want you to be VERY nasty with me and with Trudy, okay? Are you finished with me for now Mr. Julian? And what about the heels clicking in the hallway? Where could they be going? And what of little Trudy? Is she still asleep? Maybe just a little groggy? What will she remember when she wakes up....what more horror could befall us two sweet innocents? Can't wait to hear more*

 

[Julian]

Let Trudy Sleep...for now.

"You must love your little sister to do this, baby doll," I say. "Maybe I'll continue being nice just for this treat."

Then I emitted a loud, low growl showing Amy just how grateful I was to her contribution for my pleasure. WOW! Even Catherine wasn't this good. She continued keeping my cock sheltered in her mouth, the tip deflating against the soft pallett of her mouth.

"Aaauuggh..." I said, "Thank you Amy. You are so very very good, little angel."

It was TRULY wonderful. I came like an out-of-control fire hose, splashing her tonsils with my salty spunk. My fingers stayed wrapped in her hair on either side of her ears, keeping her in place like I had just ridden a bicycle. Her eyes looked up at me, still moist with tears and her cheeks glistened from the trails running down the jaw.

I let her lean back on her calves as my cock slips out of her mouth, and in the background, Marla's gang-bang continues. The Biker growls, then whips the horse-meat from her tight poon, splashing her with a quart of bubbling, white froth. He screams out loud, and Marla can't respond because the Hispanic is stuffing her gullet in a race to cum: his face-fucking versus her tongue and deep throat. Amy stares at the screen blankly, then heard the African-American shout, "Keep the bitch still! I need to open her asshole!"

Amy shuttered a little bit, hearing the muffled protest as the Coke-bottle shaped cock slid into Marla's rosebud. Then the camera moved around, showing the apendage invading the tiny orifice slowly, then with zeal and vigor. The Hispanic man continued fucking her face, stuffing her till tears of joy or pain [I was never sure while I filmed this video!] as his huge dick slid deeper and deeper, her eyes now covered by bristling pubic hair.

"Could Trudy stand that kind of punishment?" I said. Amy looked up at me as hands covered Marla's 38-DD breast, tuggin at the flesh, twisting the erect, pink nipples. "Could you handle a gang-bang? Would you like to try?"

(REPLY: Personal Thoughts)

She continued sitting there, just looking at me like a caged animal. I stared back, showing her I had teeth too. From there I moved to look at Trudy, stirring on the loveseat, about to wake up. I stand in front of her, lowering my hand to take hers.

"Tomorrow you'll be here, working with Marla like nothing happened." Her eyes follow me as I pull her gently to her feet. "At lunch time you'll be here - Naked! - ready to suck me off, pulling every drop of salty cum into your throat, just like this one. If not, I'll broadcast this at your sister's high school and GIVE copies away on the internet for FREE."

Amy stood straight up, and SUDDENLY clocked me on the cheek, her tiny fist slamming into my cheekbone. She screamed, growling and flailing like mad, her naked body jumping about in front of me. Feet, hands, and fingernails flew, making me laugh as I reached for her.

"Fuck youfuck you fuckyou assholebastard SHITHEad!! Waah!!" Amy was getting carried away, trying to make up for the blowjob. The tape was still rolling, - As was the camera! - and I could feel my shriveled gonads regaining seed, my cock wanting a little piece of this young, naked poon.

Ooohh, I love an angry woman. Usually a little sodomy is worth a fight, but I guess she's never swallowed, much less alone had a cock between her lips. THIS was worth the pain.

"I HATE YOU YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!! FUCK YOU!!" I'm glad the room was soundproof, but this hour of the night, it didn't matter. The whole floor was abandoned now, as was the office...or so I thought. Catherine crept back in after leaving the money in Amy's car, and if she was at her desk, then she'd of seen the blowjob or what was to come next.

I moved fast, spinning Amy around, her legs kicking in the air, and flopped into the nearest chair. Amy landed on my lap, and from the fatigue of fighting me, I was able to move her again. She went face down over my lap, her stomach on my thighs. Her sweet,peach-like ass glowed in the light of my office, and her nipples pierced the wool of my slacks. Her body went slack, relaxing as it resigned itself to its' position for correction.

Amy was muttering: "I hate you. Please, sir, don't do anything else."

"You hit me," I replied, "and you need to understand I own you right now."

She listened, breathing so hard, her breast bit me again, and more tears flowed from her eyes, silent and stuttering. I almost became erect again, and then calmed down. To keep her calm, and become erect faster, I interrogated her.

"Amy, have you ever done this to another man?" I asked, then swatted her.

SLAA-AAPP! -and Amy howled with pain as I began spanking her in earnest.

(REPLY: First time or not?)

"Tell the TRUTH! Have you ever sucked another cock?!"
SLLAA-AAPP!!

(REPLY: Yes or no; details such as failure, bit him, one-sided, ect.)

"Have you ever had another man put his fingers or ANYTHING in you, Amy? Are you a good girl like your sister?!"
SSLLA-AAPP! SLA-AA-PP! SLAP! SLAPSLAPSLAP-PPASLAP!

(REPLY: You are howling your sexual experiences at Mr. Julian to make him stop; you're crying also.)

Then, as her ass-cheeks turned a bright, blushing red from the paddling; I couldn't help noticing her sweet, pink rosebud, just above the lubricating poon. That wet pussy was a human reaction, but I don't think she's ever explored her back door.

It's probably the same for Trudy.

"Have you ever put anything in your asshole, Amy?" Silence. Amy wasn't answering, just heaving.

(REPLY: Talk about your experiences, or lack of them.)

Her head hung low, then perked up when I applied pressure to keep her in place, the sucking sounds of my mouth lubing a finger making her aware again.

*********

Innocent1,

Once you reply, you can dress and leave, and Amy will have to decide if she's going to return for more...work.

Always,


Julian

 

[Innocent1]

Shivering in horror at what has happened, trapped. I sob, trying to shut out the sounds of the video as the horrifiying rape scene continues.

I stare up at you in fear, silently pleading. I want to scream at you, hit you, fight you but feel too much fear.

Again you mention Trudy, and my body shivers, my stomach churing at the thought of you ever touching her...promising myself I will not let that happen no matter what.

You speak again asking me something about the video, i'm not sure what you are saying anymore, not sure I care.

"Pl-please d-don't hurt us" I sob, crying you laugh asking if Trudy could take "that" referring to the video and I scream at you to leave her alone. You laugh suggesting that maybe i'd rather give it a go myself "greedy little slut aren't you" you laugh teasing me.

I shiver not answering you. I feel you move closer to me again, your fingers in my hair, lifting my head up towards you. You tell me to come to work tomorrow as if nothing has happened...to tell no one. And that at lunch time we will "play" again. You laugh as you say it, teasing me.

"I think Trudy will understand, she's a big girl now so she doesn't need you to eat lunch with her" you laugh teasing me. Threatening....again.

The fire rages inside of me, a fury of anger and aggression, from where i'm not sure. Lashing out in fear and rage, loosing control of myself for a moment, hating you so much. Fighing against you helplessly, fingers scratching at your neck....you laugh as you struggle to control my flaying arms, pinning them to my sides. Unknown to us both Catherine watches from the doorway, peeking inside laughing inside at this "little girl" as she struggles helplessly. She laughs wondering if Trudy will prove to be a wildcat as well, though she doubts it, too timid that one...just as she should be.

Struggling you laugh as you pin my arms and twist my body til I fall over your lap where you want me. I struggle, getting scared again now, the rush of adrenaline wearing off. Fear taking over as the first hard slaps lands on my ass making me jump and cry in pain.

You ask me a question, hitting harder when I don't answer you. I scream in pain, sobbing, begging you to stop.

"Nooo..no..i've never d-done it before" I sob out, hating you for forcing me to tell you this.

You hit me again demanding the truth. I scream in pain that it is the truth, i've never, could never, would never, sobbing helplessly.

You laugh, slapping me again asking if i'm just a little tease...a tight little cock tease, or if i really am a good girl. I scream, sobbing as I tell you of the boys who have tried. The first who when I was 13 had slapped my ass and sent me running for the principle. The boy who tried to put his hands down my pants in a movie once and scared me till I kicked him. The boys who'd been nice but got frustrated when I wouldn't give in. Sobbing I tell you how i've never done anything much more than kiss a boy.

You ask if i've ever put anything in my ass and I shiver in disgust and fear, not answering you. Too scared to even think of such a thing. You slap me again, demanding an answer and I scream nooooo....i've never could never, would never, that it was sick. You laugh mumbling a soft "we'll see" as you push me from your lap.

You walk towards the window, stroking your hard cock as you stare in at Trudy as she begins to stir.

"Get dressed Amy, Trudy will be waking up soon, and we can't have her seeing you like this." I stare at you in disgust and you laugh "Oh don't worry...she can't see in here even if she did wake up...better hurry before she comes looking for you."

You laugh at me as I hurry to get dressed again, blushing furiously, scared, hurt, angry, so many emotions. I turn to leave quickly and you block me for one final word.

"Remember what I said Amy, be here tomorrow...and be a good girl or Trudy will feel pain like nothing she's ever known. You can't get away from me now little one...be a good girl and Trudy need never know the truth"

Sobbing I don't answer. Hurrying down the hall and into the boardroom. Leaning over Trudy as she wakes. She stares up at me a little concerned, confused.

"Are...are you okay Amy?" I foce a smile, brushing her cheek with my hand.

"I'm fine now....just concerned about you is all, you ready to go?"

"I...I think so, I don't know what happened. I just remember getting dizzy and Mr. Julian suggesting I lie down in here, I don't even remember how I got here, I guess he must have brought me in here"

I say nothing just getting our things together and helping her up as we head towards the elevator. You stand outside your door smiling as we pass.

"I hope you feel better Trudy" you say with a smile.

"Oh i'm sure I will, thank you" she smiles sweetly, thinking how nice you are.

I shiver at the very sound of your voice.

I am strangely quiet as we head home, telling Trudy i'm just tired. I slip out of dinner early to go for a walk and head to bed early. Still, I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see you, or Trudy her eyes filled with fear. When I do slip off to sleep I wake up screaming.

Still morning comes far too quickly despite the long night. Trembling I shower and machanically get ready for another day. Wearing a longer skirt than the day before, over conscious of my body. Praying silently that you will let me go and not make me do it again....yet knowing I have no choice if I am to protect Trudy. Praying that I will find someway out of this...I have to.

 

[Julian]

The Game Continues...

It couldn't have been more vivid if Mr. Julian had Amy and Trudy in his loft over-looking the city. Amy was dragging her lips over his throbbing cock, pulling the head deeper into her throat, her sister licking at her neck. She felt the siblings' hands over her breast, running little circles over her nipples, making them stiff and erect, the cherry nuubs tingling with desire. Amy could feel Trudy slide one hand over her back and shoulder-blades, the skin rippling with excitement. Suddenly it creptover the apple round, smooth skin of her ass, then between her cheeks, and then between her -*.

Mr. Julian suddered with desire as Amy clenched down with her teeth biting the veins of his cock, still deep in the hollow cheeked recesses of her mouth. The trousers of his Armani suit were at his ankles, a slutty desire in Trudy's eyes as she slid her fingers into Amy, the cock sucker now riding the penetrators like a wayward cock. Her hips ground into the hand of her sister, and she followed Mr. Julians' shaking hips to the mask of pleasure carved on his face. His eyes closed for a second, and Trudy was gone, but Amy continued giving her nude body to her own fingers, rolling the nips in the manicured nails, grinding her hips for the contact of the buzzing dildo standing upright on the floor.

"I'm about to lose m-m-m-my-my FUCKING load in this little whores' mouth," he gasped, "-and she loves it!"

Without warning, delicate fingers opened the fissure of his ass-cheeks and butterfly kisses began raining over the muscular lower of his body. TRUDY! Her tongue painted a pattern that her lips covered and sealed, then she began flickering at the cleft of muscles holding together. A second later, her tongue began drilling deep into the recessesof his anus, licking him up, drilling for HIS pleasure. Julian grasped the back of both heads, making Amy wince as her tunneled deeper into her throat, and made Trudy slurp at his ass with an unforseen gusto.

Suddenly, he gasped, feeling the seed fly out of him like a blast from a shotgun...and over his thighs. His fingers clawed at the silk sheets of the king sized bed, his hips came off the matress, the toes curling as he dreamt about the obscene perversions he wanted to put the girls through. Awake, he saw his spillage, and smiled, ready to begin a new day with the girls as his employees of his lust.

***********
Innocent1,

Ready to return to work? =^]

Kisses,


Julian

 

[Innocent1]

My hands tremble on the steering wheel as I drive in silence towards the building and office I now dread to think of. Trudy sits quietly beside me, nervous she looks at me.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asks again, her voice showing her concern. "Is something wrong? did something happen?"

"I'm okay, just tired" I force a smile, fighting back tears as I stare at her soft sweet face.

My body shudders as the building comes into view, shaking as I pull into the parking lot.

Trudy looks at me carefully as we both climb from the car and head inside. "You don't look very well, maybe you should call in sick? Mr. Julian will understand...I can fill in for you."

She says softly, her words meant to comfort and help only serve to make me feel worse...thinking of her taking my "place" with Mr. Julian. The very thing I want desperately to avoid.

"I...I'll be fine sweetie" I smile again trying to soothe her concerns. Everything will be fine.

The elevator doors open on our floor and we slowly step out. Catherine looks up from her desk and smiles.

"Good morning Trudy, good morning Amy" she smiles as she looks at us "ready for another HARD day at work?"....

*Glad your back honey, eager to continue*

 

[Julian]

Marla's Point Of View

MARLA

'I don't think Julian could have planned it better than what happened with little Amy last night,' Marla sat at her desk, smiling as she doodled a mans' cock stuffing a womans' mouth, the lips obviously red and engorged with the size of it all. Her thoughts marched around her head, the room only filled with the sound of Chopins' classical work on the small stereo. 'And that slut Catherine. Kissing that sweet little angel Trudy as she slept. That bitch! I called her first. But nooo- Julian wants me to seduce Amy.'

Her long legs swivel in the overstuffed chair, the soles of her heels catching at the edge of her desk, opening her thighs as she pushed away, the seat against the wall behind her. She let her hand travel along the side of her thighs, creeping into the cleft of her shaved poon, the wet vehicle of pleasure encased in the tiniest scaps of lace and elastic. She breathed, her full, round breast rising and falling with the need to be free of the expensive siut and on the floor, her body being explored for the pleasure of another.

"Maybe", she whispered softly, her ingers tracing the moist outline of her puffy lips, "I should just let Amy fetch a file from under my desk, see my shaven pussy -Moist with desire!- and lock her head between my thighs!"

The idea made her happy, and ready to begin plumbing the depths of her swampy, steaming sex, the fingers in lieu of a needed cock or tongue.

Then the door opened...

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Innocent 1,

Amy's assigned to Marla's office, so how's she gonna feel about the previous nights events? Will she confide, or fear saying anything? Let's see what happens next.

Smiles & Kisses,


Julian

 

[Innocent1]

Nervous we slip into the office and go our seperate ways. Catherine looks up from her desk and smiles.

"Marla is waiting in her office for you Amy, and Trudy, Mr. Julian will be with you in a moment."

She smiles her eyes on Trudy, the look in her eyes making me shiver.

I give Trudy one last little reassuring smile as I head down towards Marla's office and step inside. I push the door open gently stepping inside, head down.

"Oh good morning Amy" Marla's cheerful voice greats me.

"M-m-morning" I say softly moving quickly to some files that are waiting for me.

Marla looks up at me hesitantly, a look of concern on her face "Amy? Amy are you feeling okay? You don't look well" she stands slowly as she speaks.

"I..i'm fine" I say softly trembling as she moves slowly towards me.

I feel her hand gently on my shoulder and I shiver, remember seeing her on the video, her horror and fear, remembering Mr. Julian's words, his touch on my body.

"Oh..." she says softly as I shudder at her touch, my body tensing even more. "What's wrong Amy?" she says softly "did something happen? you can tell me anything you know?" she tells me softly, her voice soothing my fingers gently massaging my shoulders my body responding slowly to her touch.

I shiver, part of me wanting to tell her but being too scared too. "I...I'm okay" I say softly. I look up at her and shoot her a soft small smile.

She smiles back, slipping in behind me more, both hands on my shoulders. I moan softly her voice cooing gently telling me to relax, that everything is going to be okay.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to honey" her voice is soft and gentle, her fingers brush my hair from around my neck. "But i'm here if you want to okay? Maybe we can take an extra long lunch together later" she says with a giggle and a naughtly little grin.

I smile politely, my mind wandering, thinking about Trudy and wondering what is happening with her...

 

[Julian]

Trudy's Peek Into A New Life...

Trudy strolls calmly into Mr. Julian's office, the sweet sound of a violin touching her ears as she closes the door behind her. She smiles, then notices his proximity to her: less than a foot gaps them. Trudy is startled that he's so close, his fingers almost at her hair.

"Mr. Julian, what can I do for you today?" sh asked calmly.

"Have a seat, my dear," he replies. "Coffee? Tea?"

"No thank you sir. By the way, what is that music playing?"

Mr. Julian pours himself a large mug, sweetening the mixture as he says, "That's the soundtrack from 'The Red Violin', a really interesting movie. Do you like movies, Trudy?"

"Yessir", she says. "But I really like comedy over drama myself."

He smiles, the young woman relaxed at the chair in front of his desk. "Nothing more dramatic? Say '9 1/2 Weeks', or maybe 'Showgirls'?"

Truy begins to squirm like a worm on a hook, uncomfortable and knowing that she's bait for something else. She smirks, uneasy, then says, "No sir. Just...comedy. That sex stuff freaks me out. Maybe..."

A sip and a question: "Maybe what?"

Trudy replies, trailing off, "Maybe because my life is a little...you know..."

"What?" Mr. Julian's eyes grow wild from behind the rimof his mug, his shoulders tensing underneath the tailored jacket of his suit. "It's just us. You can tell me. This is all confidential."

Trudy feels the emotions in her stomach churning...

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Catherine hears the soft purring of violin strings in the office, just having seen Trudy walk in behind Julian. As the door closed, she couldn't help staring at the young, firm round ass as it twitched with the rythm of innocence and unbridled sexuality unexplored.

She sighed, remembering her lips sliding into the slighty moist mouth of a Sleeping Trudy the day before. Sleeping Trudy never stirred as she ran her fingers over the blouse, her nipple stirring unconsciously under Catherine's expert touch. She remembered the moisture building up in the trimmed mound of her sugar poon, desperately needing it to be touched, even by herself. That night, over the surveillance tapes of Amy's forced blowjob to Julian, she let her fingers slide in and around, the clit engorged with a burning desire to be petted and rubbed. She slid her fingers deep inside, making the penetration smooth and furious, banging away at the G-Spot and making herself cum repeatedly as Julian left his seed in Amy's mouth, his brutish hands roaming over her slim, young captured body. Catherine so BADLY wanted Sleeping Trudy again, but knew that Julian's idea was a touch better than open rape.

For now.

She moved into the conference room, locking the door behind herself. Catherine employed some of the seductive moves she'd seen Marla use before. Her ass wiggled and danced, moving like a serpent as she let her hands walkover her sides and hips, caressing her like a baker test the warmth of something hot. And she was so very hot. Her face feigned the desire in her soul, unnnoticed but knowing Julian and Trudy could see her. She danced to the strings of the violin, the shape of the instrument a parallel to her own body, and her hands the bow. Notes crept into the air, and buttons from her peach blouse and dark skirt began to open and expose her smooth, slinky flesh. She continued dancing, letting the skirt slip off her legs in one stroke, and the blouse fall like the cape of a randy queen. She breathed in the music, letting the body slip and move, wearing only her bra and skimpy panties, the stockings a white path leading to her short-trimmed mound. Her hands cupped her round, delicious breast, the nipples sliding over the silk of her garments. She could feel them rise, growing harder and stiffer even before their exposure. Honey dripped over the small patch of lace over her excited snatch, the long legs rubbing together like a cricket trying to start a fire.

She let out a gasp, feeling a small orgasm building in her stomach, knowing they could be watching, knowing Trudy WOULD be watching. She knew once the bra and panties fell, she'd have to play with herself to keep from going mad with the denial of pleasure.

And she'd imagine Tudy likcing her out, kissing her, staying in place as her own hands kept the young woman's head right between her driping thighs.

******

Innocent 1,

What does Trudy see? And how will Mr. Julian react to this exposure?

See ya.


Julian