James Barton - X-rated daughter

"Look at it this way, Wendy," Stella told her as she wiped her cheeks with her fingers, "You could still be with Gregor."

A chill went through her as she considered that and her sobbing stopped. She sniffed as Stella held out her hand to her. "Come on… I'll show you to your room. You can take a shower, change your clothes, then we'll all have some supper and you can meet the rest of the family."

Wendy stood up and glanced at Paul as he crossed the room to the long bar against the back wall. It was as though he had shut her off and she felt a strange separation as she followed Stella up the stairs.

Stella stopped before a door, smiled and opened it. Wendy peeked into the room apprehensively, half expecting a cell. But the room she found was quite attractive and comfortably furnished. There was a double bed; a dresser, a chair and a small bookcase. Against the right wall was a small writing desk with a lamp. Wendy drew her breath deeply and stepped inside.

Stella followed her into the room and opened another door; there was a bathroom complete with stall shower and the usual accompaniments. "You'll be sharing the bath with Trudy… I'm sure you can work out a schedule that will be acceptable for both of you," Stella told her, then smiled and reached out to touch the girl's cheek. "Please, Wendy, don't be frightened… no one is going to hurt you here."

"But… but why am I here – how long must I stay?" she blurted out.

Stella shook her head. "Paul should have explained that we don't allow questions, either. The purpose will be made clear for you soon enough, honey… now take off those clothes and I'll get you something a little more fitting."

Wendy felt the total helplessness of her situation settle over her. She fought the urge to cry again and pulled her sweater over her head. As she looked up, she found Stella staring at her well-formed breasts and a slow blush crept over her young body. She handed the sweater to the woman, then stepped out of her short skirt. Stella looked at her appraisingly as she stood there clad in only sandals and panties.

"Those too, Wendy…" the woman told her.

Blushing, Wendy pulled off her panties, unhooked her sandals and handed them over.

Stella took the things from her and stepped closer, a wistful look in her eyes. "We're going to be good friends. Paul likes you and so do I," she said as she reached out to touch the golden bush between Wendy's legs.

Wendy gave a slight start as the woman's fingers touched her pussy, but she did not move away. She watched in fascination as Stella smiled, lowered her head and kissed the nipple of her right tit. Again, that indescribable warmth spread through her body and she chilled slightly as Stella's tongue licked around the sensitive flesh of her nipple.

"Go on, sugar… take a shower. I'll have some things laid out for you when you're finished," she said and stroked the girl's quivering belly with the flat of her hand.

She felt a thrill in her stomach as the woman caressed her gently, then kissed her lightly on the lips. She stood and watched Stella leave the room and as the door closed, Wendy heard the telltale sound of the lock being thrown. She knew without trying the door that she was locked in the room.

She fought back the tears that welled in her eyes and baked about the room. There were no windows and she found the closet empty, devoid of any clues as to who the last resident of the room might have been. Tiredly, she walked into the bath and looked at her naked form in the long mirror beside the stall shower. She felt suddenly ashamed standing there naked, and the feeling was amplified as she thought again of her parents. Somehow, she knew the anguish they were going through as a result of her disappearance.

Finally, she shut off the thoughts and stepped into the shower to turn it on. A heavy spray of warm water poured forth as she closed the door and she let it wash away her thoughts, resolving not to think of her family, but to concentrate on her own situation – whatever it might be.

She found a bar of soap in the dish and began to lather her body and felt the warm water relax her tense muscles. She was standing there soaking up the warmth when she heard the bathroom door open – then the lights went out.

Wendy experienced a moment of fear as she listened closely for some sound in the darkness. She was tempted to open the shower door, but as she debated, it opened and someone stepped into the stall with her. The person did not speak and Wendy found herself backed against the shower wall as she felt the person's body brush hers in the darkness.

Standing there fighting the sudden fear that welled up in her throat, Wendy felt a hand on her arm. It moved downward until it found her hand, then the person lifted her hand and, to Wendy's surprise, she felt the person kissing her open palm. Then, a soft tongue was teasing over her fingers and she felt them sucked into the person's mouth one by one. She experienced a sensual thrill as the person licked and sucked her fingers, then she felt her hand lowered and placed over a soft mound of wet, warm flesh.

It was another girl! Wendy felt suddenly relieved to know the person in the shower with her was not of the opposite sex. She relaxed as the other girl moved her hand over her full tit and she felt the nipple stiffening under her touch.

"Pinch my nipple…" a soft voice told her.

Wendy obeyed and for a moment, she thought the intruder was Stella. But as she rolled the girl's nipple between her thumb and finger, she realized it couldn't be – Stella's tits were much larger, and she was taller than the person she now faced in the darkness.

"Oh, that feels good… do both of them for me," the girl asked.

Automatically, Wendy's other hand raised and she found herself standing there playing with some unknown girl's tits. Then, she felt the girl's hands reach out to cup her tits. She thrilled at the soft touch and, as they stood there fondling each other, Wendy began to wonder what the other girl looked like. She was about the same height, she determined, but a little heavier perhaps, judging from the size of her breasts.

Then, the girl's hands moved from Wendy's tits to her waist and site felt herself being pulled to the girl. The first shock of her body pressing against the nakedness of another human being sent her head spinning. She felt her stomach, tits and thighs engulfed in the warmth of the other girl's flesh and she shuddered as the girl's arms went about her to cup the cheeks of her ass. Wendy released the girl's tits as their bodies pressed closely together and she wrapped her arms about the girl. Hesitantly, she allowed her hands to go below the girl's waist and suddenly she found herself holding onto the other girl's ass cheeks in the same manner she was being held.

"I like you…" the girl said, then asked, "What's your name?"

"Wendy… Wendy Harris," she said. "What's yours?"

The girl holding her giggled, "Trudy… and we've really gotta stop meeting like this!"

For the first time since her abduction, Wendy felt a ripple of laughter go through her body and she relaxed a bit more as the girl's hands squeezed the soft, wet cheeks of her ass.

Then, there was a warm mouth on hers and Wendy gasped as the girl kissed her softly. She felt the girl's tongue probed her mouth searchingly and a new thrill went through her body. Her senses were bombarded with sensual stimulation as she felt one of the girl's hands move between their bodies. She tried to pull back as the girl began rubbing her lower belly and her fingertips encountered her wet pubic mound.

"Please…" Wendy begged. "Don't… I mean, what if someone were to come in?"

The girl ran her hand between Wendy's legs and as her finger slipped into her wet pussy, she questioned, "So what?"