Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

"All right, all right," Debbi said, whimpering, probing a shaking finger between the fleshy folds of membrane. The folds felt gooey, like slowly hardening Jell-O, but were still resilient to the girl's touch.

"You should be thankful for the chance to serve me. Cheap bitch. You don't bring any money in. You're good for noting. A cunt like yours is worth. a hell of a lot. A lot of greedy bastards out there will pay a bundle to shoot a load of their stinking gunk into your belly or butt. And a lot of women would love to taste that sweet juicy pussy. Suck it now. Eat me," Cindy ordered, giving a shudder as Debbi did as she was told.

"You can eat cunt good too. And you've got a good enough face and body for what Felix

so

Henderson wants..

"Who?" Debbi asked, getting another hit to the head for her question. She was nursing on Cindy's pussy like a baby trying to get milk from its mother's breast. She was drawing a thick mucus from the woman and it was good. Cindy had her own tits in her hands and was rolling the nipples between her fingers.

"You'll know about Henderson soon enough. Dammit, you'll earn your keep and rent. Or I'll throw you back out into the fucking street where I found you," Cindy threatened, jamming her crotch into the sucking mouth.

"No please, don't! I"

"Shut up and suck…there…there…" Cindy moaned, shuddering in completion. Debbi looked like a baby that had gotten into a strange mixture. Her face was covered with Cindy's overflowing juices. She moved away from the woman and curled defensively on the bed. Cindy dressed quickly.

"Remember about the police. You'll do as I say or they'll find out about the whole thing. And don't try to leave," Cindy threatened, then smiled as an afterthought struck her. "You'll do whatever I tell you to."

Debbi stared at the door even after Cindy had left. There was no point in crying, but Debbi couldn't stem the natural emotional flow. Her mind was chaos, unable to sort out what had happened to her since she'd left home. The only immediate fear Debbi had was of this Felix Henderson. And what Cindy would make her do for him was something the young girl didn't want to think about. Whatever it would be, Debbi knew she would do it. She hadn't the strength to resist.

"And now my lazy, little tramp. You'll start to earn your keep," Cindy said in a menacing tone. Debbi bad felt ill all day and had eaten nothing. On hearing her mistress tell her of some new humiliation, Debbi flew from the bed toward the toilet. She wretched violently, but since her stomach was empty, only saliva and foul-tasting juices spewed out. She walked back to face Cindy.

"That sickness bit won't do you any good. You're going to earn your keep from now on," Cindy smiled, smoking a cigarette as she eyed the naked girl before her.

"Doing what?"

"Whatever Mr. Henderson tells you. They make movies at his apartment. You'll get fifty bucks for an hour's work. And I want you to bring it straight home to me," Cindy commanded.

"I don't want to do it," Debbi said weakly.

"What!"

"I don't," Debbi reasserted weakly.

"That's tough shit. You'll do it and like it. Or your ass will be out on the streets again. Then you'll have to suck cock for a dollar to keep from freezing to death. And there is the police to remember.

"All right, dammit. But what'll I have to do?"

"Oh, get fucked by a big-pricked guy, or maybe

eat a little pussy. You've grown quite good at that. A regular little daughter of Sappho. And maybe get pissed on and roughed up a bit," Cindy explained, still casually puffing on her cigarette.

"Oh God," Debbi said, placing her hands to her face as she began to sob.

"Cut it out! We don't want you all red eyed, like some junkie whore. They want a svelte, virgin looking type with a great body. You're it, doll. You'll be a regular movie starlet," Cindy laughed hoarsely, and Debbi sobbed even harder.

"Please, I beg you, don't make me do it," Debbi whimpered.

"Make you. It's your choice, darling," Cindy laughed cruelly. She got up and snuffed out her half-smoked cigarette into the ashtray. Cindy unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Next came her panties, and she was nude from the waist down.

"I'm so fucking sick," Debbi said in desperation, knowing that her pleas fell on deaf ears. And she cursed herself for being so weak and dependent.

"This will make you well," Cindy said, walking over to the girl and standing in front of her. "Eat your favorite dish. Mama is nice and gooey for you."

Debbi went to her task more out of routine than anything else. Cindy didn't take long in coming, and Debbi was glad of that.

"That was sweet. Now we'll dress you up sexy and send you out," Cindy said, leaving herself nude from the waist down.

"You mean tonight?" Debbi asked in shock.

"Certainly. Why wait. The filming starts in a half-hour. I won't be able to go with you. I have friends coming over," Cindy answered, selecting a suitable set of clothes for Debbi to wear. The girl

remained numb as Cindy dressed her in a simple blouse and skirt, gave her a coat and a kiss on the cheek. That show of supposed tenderness was the most grotesquely obscene part of the ritual.

The address was only several blocks away and Debbi walked to it slowly. There was nothing in the world but fear compelling her. The cold wind of the night reminded Debbi how she'd be without Cindy. But Debbi wondered if any life could be more miserable than the one she was living. Debbi thought of Kansas and her guardians, and especially of the boy she once loved. But none of them would have anything to do with her. They had all cursed her as she left. Pain and violence surrounded Debbi. For a moment she thought of taking her own life. But her will to survive was too strong to utilize that final, complete means of escape.

Debbi rang the apartment bell and a portly, grim-faced man answered. He didn't ask who she was or make a comment of any kind. He merely ushered her in. The apartment was large and had several rooms. About eight people, six of them men, watched her closely. About half the men and both of the women were naked. It was a bizarre scene, but Cindy had accustomed the young girl to the world of the bizarre.

"Hello, honey," an older man with an exceptionally large cock called to her. Debbi gave a faint-hearted smile so they wouldn't turn hostile. The general reaction of the group to her presence seemed to be mild indifference. Another older man came out of the bedroom, and with him a woman. She was also nude and made her way to the other two women. They were noisily chatting about something that Debbi couldn't clearly understand. She wasn't certain that she wanted to hear what

they were saying. It might be about her.

Once the man was fully seen by the entire group, a hush fell over them. He was quite ordinary-looking in every respect, probably somewhere in his middle forties. Debbi knew at once by the group's reaction that the man was Mr. Henderson, the man in charge of the entire operation in which most of them were probably employed. He made his way straight to Debbi and kissed her on the cheek.

"Hello, Debbi," he greeted warmly, and steered her around the room. Introductions were made quickly and no one seemed to remember what her name was a minute after they had been told. Debbi felt sick as the men eyed her. There was no genuine lust in their eyes. It was a strange sensation.

"Elmer's ready," someone called from the bedroom, and several of the people took it as a cue and entered the bedroom. Mr. Henderson led Debbi inside. There was a cameraman and his assistant, and one of the prettier and younger women. The large-cocked older man and a rather good-looking man in his twenties also entered.

Debbi was unceremoniously told to undress, and she did so slowly. She felt a little disheartened at how her striptease affected the nude men. Their pricks didn't give any indication of the slightest interest in what she was revealing before them.