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Mikki lay back in the tub, letting the warm water envelop her. Giselda had poured oil in the water and its gentle scent lulled Mikki into deeper relaxation. She gently soaped herself as she considered slipping deeper into the luscious tub and trying to sleep there.

The hoods had finally released her, after she had given them each a blow-job. Mac had spoken more about taking her with them to God knows where. The other two had resisted the suggestion.

"She's the prettiest pussy we ever had," Slim agreed. "But she'd be a hell of a lot of trouble. You know we'd get tired of her. Besides, she'd end up as smelly and dirty as we are. Wouldn't be no fun fucking a girl like that."

"Shit!" Sandy added. "We grab another piece of tail and we'd really have trouble. No way we could keep two cunts in line. One's hard enough."

The men had argued for what seemed to the frightened teen-ager like horns, finally agreeing to release her. They drove the van back towards town and let her out on a deserted road. Mac merely showed her the direction of ton, then waved as they drove off. Mikki's first reaction was to look for the police. She had started for a house off the road to call when she considered the consequences. Daddy would have to know if the cops came into it. They'd probably find out about her other fucking, then Don would be in a hell of a lot of trouble, Don and Giselda.

The girl walked dejectedly along the road until she came to a service station on the edge of town. She needed someone to talk with. She suddenly wanted Giselda. She wanted the comforting presence of the big blonde. She wanted those huge tits pressed against her. She wanted the reassurance of her husky, earthy voice. The young girl ran the last few steps to the phone booth beside the station and called the blonde. Fifteen minutes later she climbed into the little sports car beside Giselda and sighed in deep relief.

"How you coming in there?" Giselda called through the door. "You all right? You've been so quiet for the last fifteen minutes."

"I'm all right," Mikki answered. "Just laying here in the water and relaxing."

She poured the whole story out to her dad's girl friend. She had described the fucks in detail as they drove back to the apartments. Giselda brought her up to her own apartment and called over to the cottage. She told John Phillips that his daughter was with her and that they had some plans for the evening. She gave no hint of anything being wrong, of anything having happened to Mikki. The little brunette smiled faintly as she listened to the smoothness with which the big blonde carried it all off. Daddy never guessed a thing. Giseida, the girl decided again, was a hell of a woman.

She climbed out of the tub and began toweling her body. It amazed the brunette that she had so little pain. She was sore from the rough use of her body. She ached all over from the pawing at her tits and the rolling over the carpeting in the van. Still, she was only sore and aching. She wasn't really hurt, not in that way.

"Hey!" Giselda laughed as she stepped into the bathroom. "You sure look a damn sight better now. Smell better, too."

She slapped Mikki affectionately on the ass and took the towel from her, began to dry Mikki's body with short, brisk movements of the towel. Mikki tingled from the warmth which began to creep over her body. Tiny sparks of pleasure ran along the surface of her skin. She felt a glow kindling deep inside her, and warming her tits, her ass, her cunt.

"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, shilling up at Giselda. "Mmmmm, like nothing ever happened."

"You should tingle," Giselda assured her. "A lovely little body like yours should always glow and tingle."

"Even after what happened today?" the girl asked. "Isn't something wrong with me because I can suddenly feel all clean and glowing so soon?"

"That just shows how healthy you are," the blonde smiled. "Besides, you have to quickly realize that you're the same delicious little Mikki. Those men didn't rob you of that. They didn't really take anything from you. They borrowed your body for a while, but it's still your body. You're the same sweet and delicate little girl. You are, that is, if you want to be. It's up to you, honey. You can let it all be over, or you can live with it the rest of your life."

"But…" Mikki tried to put her worry into words, but could not.

"I know, honey," Giselda assured her, cupping a young tit and caressing it softly. "I know. You just don't see how it can be like that. If you're like me, you'd also confused about yourself."

She kissed the girl on the forehead when Mikki looked up with a question in her eyes. She kissed the girl again and led her into the bedroom.

"The time I got raped," Giselda continued, "I had my biggest problem about myself. I could accept everything but the fact that I actually responded to them. I had an orgasm. That shook the piss out of me."

The young girl stood frozen and stared at the lovely blonde beside her. Giselda did understand. The busty blonde had been through it, too. She was able to comprehend.

Mikki felt her heart leap as she realized that she was being, like her friend when she had experienced the orgasms back in the van. They were alike. Damn! If this meant that she was going to grow up like Giselda, then that was fantastic! She hugged the woman, bunting her face in the comforting fullness of her tits.

"There, now!" Giselda caressed her. "Don't punish yourself for having a healthy pussy. Sure the hell's nothing about that to feel guilt about." She hugged the girl passionately and led her to the bed.

The following afternoon Mikki was still glowing from the memory of Giselda's caresses. She could still feel the softness of the woman's body against her. She could still feel the warmth in her pussy where the lovely blonde had sucked her until she was screaming in delicious agony. Giselda had proven her point. If Mikki's young pussy was still sweet enough for Giselda to eat, then the toughs hadn't really hurt it with their rape.

The girl walked happily along the sidewalk tits thrust against her orange nylon blouse, hips swinging her short skirt to the delight of passing truck drivers. She breathed deeply of the fresh air and bounced on the balls of her feet. She felt good. She felt fresh and young and beautiful. She also felt horny. She wasn't ashamed of the feeling anymore. She was proud of it. It was a way of being like Giselda. What was wrong with her Daddy, she wondered again, that he wanted more pussy then he could get from the luscious blonde? What the hell more did he need then that fantastic pussy?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the car which pulled to the curb beside her. Larry Plunkett called to her and opened the door for her. Mikki looked up at him and paused. Larry had been so shy since the change in her. This was the first time he had attempted to get her in his car. This was the first time he had tried to do anything except escape the press of her tits and thighs. The brunette giggled in anticipation and hopped into the car, slipping along the front seat until she was sitting close to the boy.

"You been hiding from me?" she teased. "All you ever seem to do is run away. Have I done something to upset you?"

She watched him swallow with difficulty. Mikki suppressed the laugh, which tried to burst out at his discomfort. She snuggled against him and let her legs rub against him. She laid her head on his shoulder.

"You didn't answer me," she reminded him. "Have I upset you? I didn't mean to." This latter was emphasized by a soft caress along his thigh. Mike pretended to be waiting for his answer. Her fingers walked idly along his thigh, teasing as though they would move inside his leg.

"N-No," the boy stammered. "You didn't make me angry or anything. It's just that you seemed to change. I couldn't get used to it."