Unknown - The willing Usherette

Betsy felt a warning chill of fear and excitement ripple through her, but the constant buzzing of the vibrator sapped her strength and left her weak and helpless before the excited woman.

"Agggghhhhh, this is going to be so nice for you," Grace muttered as she reached back into the drawer and brought out a big, perfectly molded cock!! "You're going to yell, baby, but it's going to be so nice that you'll beg for more!!"

Grace straightened up behind her and Betsy watched in fascinated horror as the woman screwed the pink rubber staff onto the post that jutted out from the harness that she wore snug around her waist. "You can do it to me too, honey," the woman sighed as she paused to coat the fake cock with a thick film of ointment. "I've got a bigger one than this and I'd love to have you fuck me with it!!"

Betsy whimpered and shook as she watched Grace bend over her and felt the firm, uplifted cheeks of her ass spread wide. The little girl watched as the gleaming head of the greased dildo dipped into the crease between her buttocks then gasped when she felt its cool, hard pressure against the weakened ring of her anal opening.

An awful memory lanced through her and Betsy squealed when she remembered the first pain that she always felt when Dave took her in the ass.

The naked little girl tensed her body and felt like screaming when the first, powerful thrust of the plastic cock hit her. But instead of the pain, Betsy felt the smooth, almost effortless entry of the greased plastic pole as it went in and with each terrible inch that it gave her the naked little girl groaned louder and wiggled harder!

"Awwwwwuuuuggghhh!!! Ooooo, it feels goooood!!!" She felt Grace's warm hands pinning her to the bed and fought to lift her bottom so that she could receive even more of the lovely rod. "Oggghhhh, Grace! I love it! Do it… I want more, fuck me in the ass, Grace!!"

A sickly, sweet feeling of contentment filled her. Betsy felt her small breasts grow harder, more swollen, felt her clit stiffen even more as she was penetrated fore and aft. The long, hard length of the vibrator lay buzzing and twitching in the tight grip of her pussy while the hard, warming length of the dildo pushed her soft, yielding bowels aside.

"I will, lover," the blonde panted as she thrust and shoved her unnatural cock into the little girl's upturned anus. "You're going to be wonderful. A super star! I swear it. A real super star!!"

The naked little girl was too far gone to wonder what those words meant and she was also too engrossed with the lovely sensations that were exploding inside of her to hear the muted, rasping whisper of frame after frame of film being fed into a camera just outside of the window!!

"Aaaaaggghhh… Oooohhh, harder! I… aaaiiiieeeeeee!!!"

"Betsy… Betsy Morrison."

The slim little twelve-year-old was startled to hear a man calling her name. The young usherette had just stepped down from the bus and stood staring in surprise at the man who sat in the car by the curb.

"Betsy? Come over here for a second, I want to talk to you."

She'd only taken a few steps in the direction of the curb when Betsy noticed something that unnerved her completely. The man behind the wheel looked like her daddy. He looked more like him than Mr. Baker, the theater chain manager did!!

"Do I know you? I… I don't think that I know you," Betsy stammered as she bent down and peered into the car. "You'd better leave me alone or I'll… call the police!"

The man in the car just grinned at her and opened a leather case that he took out of his pocket. The slim little brunette saw the badge gleaming in the shining rays of the sun and almost cried out loud. I knew it!! I knew that I would get in trouble!!

"Get in, kid," the policeman said quietly. "I just want to talk to you, don't get yourself in an uproar!"

He even sounded like her father and, despite the fear and nervous twitches that she felt racing over her body, Betsy was aware of the slow itch of excitement that was creeping along her blood stream.

The man in the car motioned for Betsy to get in and after a few moments hesitation she got in. He knew her name. She couldn't run away from him. The man turned his head, checked the oncoming traffic then, without a word to her, he pulled his car into the slow lane and drove away from the bus stop corner.

She waited, not trusting herself to say the right thing. But as the time passed, Betsy found it harder and harder. "Am I… Am I under arrest?"

The man laughed. He didn't chuckle or giggle, he threw his big head back and roared at her.

"Awwww, honey. Do I look like a dude who would arrest a sweet little pumpkin like you?"

She didn't know why, but the fear ebbed away and a shy, questioning smile eased the serious planes of Betsy's pretty face.

Without warning the man pulled the car back to the curb. They were parked in a quiet, warehouse area. There were no pedestrians, no one to see them talking.

"No, you're not under arrest, Betsy," the man said gently. "I just think that you're a confused little girl who's caught up in something that she can't handle."

The fear came back and Betsy stiffened. He was right, of course, but she couldn't admit it. She didn't trust him, no matter how nice he seemed.

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, the policeman reached into his suit coat pocket and handed her a small, printed card. "My name is Jim Richards, Betsy. Take my card. I know that you don't want to talk to me now, but I think that you will soon."

Betsy stared in fascination at the crisp, white card. It read Detective James Richards and it included a phone number and the police department crest.

Jim Richards smiled at her and laid a gentle hand on Betsy's arm. "You're in over your head, kid. I don't want any trouble for you, but that bastard Simpson and that kid that pimps for him, Rick? Those are the ones that I want!!"

Betsy looked up from the card and saw the truth in the gray-haired policeman's eyes.

"They're scum, honey. They'll use you and turn you out until there's nothing left of you to sell and then they'll drop you like a piece of shit!"

Betsy wanted to cry. She knew that he was telling the truth, but just the same her tongue refused to move. She couldn't tell him what was happening to her.

"I know, I know that you don't want to talk to me now, Betsy," Jim Richards said calmly. "But I think that you will soon. Call me! Tell me what they're doing to you and I'll help. You have to believe me. I'll help!!"

Betsy stood on the corner, watching the police detective's car slip away and into the flow of traffic. For a moment the frightened little girl considered tearing up the card that she clutched and turning her back on Jim Richards' offer of help. But then a sudden calm came over her and she opened her purse and carefully tucked the card away.

The moment that she walked through the back door of the Majestic, Betsy could feel it. The little girl shivered when she sensed the cold, tense vibrations in the air. Those vibrations were mean and hurtful and spoke of an awful thing that was about to happen!

She saw Grace. The blonde was bending over the candy counter, her hands busily filling the case with fresh candy bars and boxes of goodies. The slim little girl stared at the older woman and in her heart she knew that Grace didn't care. No matter what she said or how she acted when they were alone. Betsy could sense a distance between them, a void that could never be bridged.

Before the worried little girl could speak and ask Grace what was happening, Betsy heard Newton Simpson's deep voice calling to her from the head of the stairs. "You're late, Betsy. Come up here, will you?" She didn't want to go with him, but, looking up, Betsy saw a hard, demanding look on the handsome theater manager's face. "Hurry, I have something that I want to show you before we open."