The Adventures of Cindy Lake

- by Alvo Torelli, 2019

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Chapter Nine

Sunday, April 30, 1:30 PM, Big Jo's Bar and Grill.

"Christ, Lisa, you just can't imagine what he's like. He's hardly ever home and when he is he barely even talks to me. I'm telling you, there's something going on." Suzette Turner took another long pull on her seven and seven, then turned back on her bar stool to face her friend Lisa Barrett.

"You poor dear. It must be awful. I know how you feel - lately Randy's been gone half the time too. But it'll be okay, sweetie, your Jim's just going through some rough time, I'm sure, it'll all be okay."

"No! You don't understand. There's something really strange going on, I know it, I can tell!"

"Oh my god, Suzzie, you don't mean it. What makes you think that?"

"Like I said, he's gone way too much and he's real cagey about where he's been. He comes home real late and then, well," Suzette's voice dropped to a discrete whisper and she leaned close to LIsa, "he's always really horny. And he won't take no for an answer, if you know what I mean. I can't say I don't enjoy it, but he's been getting pretty damn kinky lately too, you know, with ropes and things. He's starting to scare me a little bit."

"No! Oh, that's just, well, dear, I don't know. At least he's coming home to you. At least he's not off with some other woman."

"Well, yeah, but still."

"Oh now there, honey, I'm sure that everything will be fine."

"And another thing." Suzette was getting tipsy and her sense of discretion was slipping. "Another thing is that Annie. Ooh! She makes me so mad. It's not enough that Jim keeps saying we can't have a baby 'cause of her. He says we can't afford to have to kids in the house. It's not fair, I want a baby. That Annie's not mine, she don't even like me and I don't like her. It's not fair."

"No, sweetie, it's not fair at all. You're absolutely right." Lisa put her arm around her friend and comforted her, pushing another drink her way.

"And he keeps looking at her nowadays. He just stares and stares at her. He didn't use to do that."

"That is strange," Lisa agreed. "But you know, sweetheart, it is kinda common for men to start seeing their little girls as, ah, more than just little girls sometimes. I'm not saying that Jim's a, you know, but it is possible. I'm sure he'd never. But, well."

"Oh, Lisa, that's sick! Oh, eww!"

"No, I'm sure that's not what's going on. I'm sorry I even mentioned it." Lisa took another pull at her drink and encouraged Suzette to do the same. "But, you know, it could sort of work to your advantage I suppose."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it seems like a lot of your problems would go away if Annie was to go away."

"Yeah?"

"And, well, if it was the courts that took Annie away, that wouldn't be your fault now, would it?"

"Uh, no, but why would the courts take Annie away?"

"Well, suppose, just for a thought, that Jim really was looking at Annie in a, I don't know, 'unfatherly' way. And just suppose, not that it would happen, but just suppose that his thoughts got the better of him and he did something stupid, like maybe touch Annie where he shouldn't. And if Annie got scared enough and told her mother? Hmm?"

"Oh! Lisa, wow. That would be awful. But, wait a minute, wouldn't Jim get arrested or something? I wouldn't want to lose him or nothing!"

"Don't worry, sweetie, it's all just a what-if. Nothings gonna happen. Besides, he wouldn't get arrested. No way. They keep these things real quiet. They don't want to traumatize the children. They keep it real quiet and they just remove the child from the home, that's all. Think about it, you'd be reading about fathers going to jail every day if they didn't."

"Oh, yeah, I hadn't thought of that. But, I don't know, Lisa, I just can't imagine. Do you think he'd really?"

"Well, maybe with a little help?"

"Help? What do you mean?"

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you ought to go do a little shopping for Annie? Get her some new clothes, something a little bit sexy?"

"Sexy? She's only seven years old Lisa, they don't make sexy clothes for seven year olds."

"Oh my god, Suzette, what decade are you living in, honey? Trust me, you won't have any trouble finding something sexy for a seven year old. You just never see her in anything but what her momma buys her, that's all."

"Well, I suppose. But, you really think this is a good idea? I don't know."

"Suzie, darling, it'll be fine. What's the harm in a little shopping? Come on now, I'll get the lunch tab and we'll going on into the mall, right now, what do you say? Wouldn't it be great to have Jim all to yourself all the time, not just every other week? Wouldn't it be nice to have a pretty little baby all your own? Oh, sweetie, just think, everything's gonna be great, just great."

"Yeah! It is gonna be great, isn't it? Let's do it. Oh, Lisa, you are the best friend a girl could have."

Tuesday, May 2, 1:00 PM, Harding Middle School.

"Cindy Lake? Cindy? Has anybody seen Cindy Lake?" Mrs. Watkins was taking role at the beginning of gym class and she peered around the group of middle school girls over the tops of her reading glasses. "Yes, Linda? Do you know where Cindy is? This is the fourth day in a row she hasn't come to gym class."

"Yeah, Mrs. W, I saw her getting off the bus this morning and I saw her coming into math when I was going out. You want me to go look for her or something?"

David Barrett, leaning against the wall behind the girls suddenly tried to offer to go look for Cindy too, but Mrs. Watkins cut him off before he could stammer out the words.

"Yes Linda, you do that, that would be very helpful. I do hope she's alright. It's not like her, not like her at all. Perhaps you should check the infirmary, dear."

"Oh, don't worry Mrs. W, I'll find her." Linda allowed a smug smile to flicker across her face before headed out of the gym.

As the rest of the girls spread out to play volleyball, David stopped Mrs Watkins. "Uh, listen, Mrs. W, I, uh, I'm not feeling so good today, I think I'm coming down with something."

"Again David, so soon?"

"Well, yeah, I'm sorry, but look you don't really need me today, right? I mean they'll be fine - I'm not all that good at volleyball anyway. So, if you don't mind I think I'll head back over to Jefferson. Is that cool?"

"Yes David, go ahead. But you don't need to make up stories about not feeling well, young man. You're just fine. More likely there's some sweet young high school girl with a free period about now. Eh?"

"Aw, you know me too well Mrs W. So, it's okay?"

"Just go, go, go. But be here tomorrow - we're playing basketball tomorrow and you know I'm hopeless."

There was no "sweet young high school girl" waiting for David. But something was wrong with Cindy, David just knew it. Cindy never missed gym class and David imagined that she was the kind of girl who never missed any class. But now she'd ditched gym class two days in a row. She was probably afraid to go to gym class, afraid of him. David felt even more guilty than before for what he had done to Cindy the previous week. He had to find her, quick. He had to fix things and keep Cindy from getting into trouble.

Cindy was hiding in the only place she could think of: the boiler room. It was already a hot day and the boiler room was like a sauna, but she didn't dare go anywhere else. At least she was alone and she could take off the stifling turtleneck sweater she'd been laboring under all day.

Cindy slumped against the wall and put her head in her hands, too miserable to do anything but sit for an hour. It was the worst part of a sequence of horrible days - the part where she had nothing to do and her mind insisted on reliving all of the terrible things that had happened to her over the past weeks.

Three weeks ago she'd been a good girl, a virgin, a girl who didn't even know about sex. And now she was despicable. She was a dog-fucker. A dog slut. King had raped her. She didn't want him to do it and she was so ashamed, but even now she could remember how incredible it had felt. And then there was David, the boy she thought she loved. He'd tied her to the very bench she was sitting on and then, no, she shouldn't think about it, it was too embarrassing. But she couldn't help thinking about it, how he'd tricked her and then mocked her before he forced his penis into her ass and how he'd stammered and fumbled with his clothes afterwards, before running away. It was a horrible thing he'd done to her. She knew she was supposed to hate him and want him to pay for it, but part of her still wanted him. She still wanted to feel him kissing her and touching her. Oh god, just thinking about David was making her wet again. What was wrong with her?

But this week was even worse. Cindy had woken up in her bed on Sunday, unable to remember how she'd gotten there. She was naked and she hurt everywhere. Every muscle and sinew in her body complained with every movement she made. Crawling out of bed was an agony. She stumbled across the room to stand in front of her mirror, thinking she must be bruised all over to hurt so badly.

"No! No! No! Oh god! No!" Cindy tore desperately at the thick collar that was still around her neck, an unwanted souvenir of her long dog orgy on Saturday night. The sight of the collar was horrifying and nothing she did would get it off. It had no buckle, no opening or clasp of any kind. She couldn't cut it with scissors. Cindy hyperventilated in panic as she exhausted every method she could think of to get the terrible thing off of her throat. She couldn't remove it and she knew she couldn't go to anyone else for help removing it either, not without telling them where it came from. Cindy slumped down in her chair and stared back at the girl in the mirror, the one with tears streaming down her pretty face and with a thick brown collar with the strange words "TULS GOD" in bright red letters.

So here Cindy was, sweating under turtleneck sweaters in May to hide the awful collar, being even more of a geek than she usually was. It was exhausting living in constant fear. Fear of the police, fear of her blackmailers, fear that someone would find out all the terrible things she'd done, that the whole school and her parents would discover the awful truth, fear of getting in trouble for ditching class.

"I knew it! Ooh! I knew it!"

"Aaagh!" Cindy cried out, startled by the sudden announcement that broke her reverie. She'd been so deep in her misery that she hadn't heard the tell-tale squeak when Linda Simms pushed open the heavy boiler room door. And now there was the older girl, standing just in front of her, pointing a cell phone camera at her and laughing, madly.

"Cindy Lake, I just knew it, you are such a freak. Ever since you asked that stupid question about getting pregnant. It had to be you or Alexia, and now I know! Who else could it possibly be? I own you, dog slut. Oh, you are so mine. You are so going to do whatever I want."

"Oh my god, Linda, oh, please!" Cindy scrambled to pull her hot sweater back over her head, to hide the evil collar around her neck, but she knew it was far too late. Her secret was out. Linda Simms, the nastiest and most stuck-up girl in school knew her secret - it was written right there on her collar. "Please, Linda, please, don't tell anyone. Oh god, please, I'll do anything, anything you want."

"You got that right, little girl, little dog slut. You are going to do anything - anything I say. From now on. Or the whole school is going to know exactly who's been doing the nasty with dogs: you. Oh, this is going to be so much fun."

"Linda, please, oh god."

"Get on your hands and knees, dog slut, right now."

"What?"

"On your hands and knees, now, let's see if you can follow orders."

"Oh god, okay, okay, please." Cindy got onto her hands and knees in front of Linda, who smiled evilly.

"Bark. Bark like the little dog slut you are. Go on."

"Oh, uh, ARF, ARF, ARF!" Cindy heard the cell phone camera's click again.

"Oohh." Linda shivered all over. Making other people do things for her was the greatest thrill in the world. And now she had her very own living toy. Linda was giddy with all the things she could think of for little Cindy Lake to do. But this wasn't the time. "Okay, listen and listen good. I'm going back to gym class and I'll tell Mrs W that I couldn't find you. From now on you do anything as I say, no matter what. No matter who's around and no matter how awful you think it is. If you ever disobey me or say anything back to me, I'm telling everyone all about you. And I have the proof!" Linda brandished her cell phone and Cindy could see the picture of herself staring out of the tiny screen, the words "DOG SLUT" clearly visible on the collar around her neck. "And one more thing, dog slut. Tomorrow after school you're coming over to my house for a little fun. Four o'clock, got it? Do not be late."

David Barrett slipped out of the boiler room silently as soon as he was sure the conversation between the two middle school girls was over. He'd slipped in just behind Linda, but stayed back in the shadows, unseen. But he'd heard the entire conversation and seen the collar around poor Cindy's neck. Where had that come from? What the hell was going on? He ducked into a side hall as Linda came skipping out of the boiler room, not trying at all to hide the evil smug smile on her face.

Poor Cindy. David was still wracked by guilt, but now he knew that there was something else wrong, terribly wrong, and not just Linda Simms. He wanted to rush back into the boiler room and sweep her into his arms, tell her everything would be okay. But he hesitated. She would probably hate him. She would probably scream and run from him. But he needed to help her. He needed to be with her.

David hesitated too long. The bell rang and suddenly Cindy came running from the boiler room, heading for her next class. For a moment David saw that she was crying, trying to wipe the tears away and then she was running away from him up the hallway. He was too late to help her.

Tuesday, May 2, 8:00 PM, The Barrett house.

Lisa Barrett had everything planned. First she needed to get rid of Jim Turner, but not until tomorrow, not until he'd finished editing the movie of Cindy and the dog orgy. Then she and Randy would have all the money to themselves. Of course they'd have to leave town, but it was a small price to pay. And there was that one other little detail to take care of, but she had a good plan in place for that too. But first, Jim Turner. Tomorrow night would be the night. The poor bastard was so horny from watching little Cindy Lake, over and over as he edited the movie. And he wanted her so bad, he'd practically begged to fuck her when they had her in chains on Saturday night. No, he was head over heals for the girl and for his own little daughter, Annie. The poor bastard didn't stand a chance against Lisa.

But tonight was girls' night. Annie and Jenny were having a sleep-over and Lisa knew just how to help the girls have all kinds of fun. Lisa was such a great mom, such a fun mom.

"Ooh, I know girls, let's do makeovers! Won't that be fun?"

"Oh, mommy, yes, yes, that would be fun!" Jenny squealed with excitement and Annie echoed her excitement with squeals of her own. What better way to get to the hearts of a couple of seven year olds than to let them play with your makeup?

An hour later, with two little girls pimped out like French whores, Lisa sprang the next important part of her plan for Jim Turner's downfall.

"Oh Annie, you are such a pretty girl. I just love your hair." Lisa brushed Annie's hair as Annie admired her lipstick and rouge in the mirror.

"Really, Mrs. Barrett, do you really think I'm pretty?"

"Annie, how can you ask. You're gorgeous, isn't she Jenny?"

"Un-huh mommy, Annie is very pretty. Am I pretty too mommy?"

"Absolutely, Jenny, you are very pretty. But you know, Annie, I just can't stop thinking about how really pretty you'd be if your hair was blonde."

"Oh! Blonde? Really?" Annie looked at her mousy brown hair. It seemed so plain.

"Oh yes, I'm sure, it would be just the look for you. You'd be the prettiest girl around. Would you like to try it Annie?"

"Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, please. But, how?"

"I have some hair dye right here, love. It wouldn't take any time at all. Wouldn't it be fun?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Jenny! You're mom's gonna dye my hair. Oh, oh!"

It took another hour to dye Annie's hair. Jenny was bored and petulant with the whole makeover game - mostly because Annie seemed to get all the attention from her mother. She gave up and left to watch television, leaving Lisa and Annie to themselves.

Annie really did look great as a blonde. Her long wavy hair fell around her face and set off her pretty green eyes. With bright red lipstick and light eyeliner, she looked about five years older. The transformation was quite stunning. But Lisa wasn't done with her little protégé's transformation.

"Oh Annie, we were right, you are a gorgeous blonde. Just look at you."

"Thank you, thank you! I love it. Oh my god."

"But sweetie, you just have to let me put your hair in pigtails. You just have to."

"Pigtails? But...."

"Oh yes, sweetheart, pigtails. Trust me, you'll look so cute. I can't think of any hairstyle that would be more perfect for you."

"Really? Okay, if you say so Mrs. Barrett."

A few minutes later Annie and Lisa joined Jenny in the living room. "Well, Jenny, what do you think of your little friend?"

Jenny turned from the television to look at Annie. She came up short, in shock. "Wow, Annie, you look, you look, oh, wow, you look just like..."

"See, I told you she'd be pretty as a blonde, didn't I?" Lisa cut Jenny off before Jenny gave it away that with her makeup, her newly blonde hair in pigtails and her glasses, Annie looked amazingly like Cindy Lake.

"Yeah mommy, you were right, she looks really nice. Really really nice." Jenny was almost visibly shaking as she stared at her best friend who looked so much like the older girl that she had a terrible crush on. "I think we should go to bed now, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, I guess it is time isn't it. Here, Annie. Here's the lipstick you liked so much. Now you girls head off to bed - you've exhausted me."

Safely in Jenny's room, Annie was still excited about her new look. "Ooh, Jenny, do you really think I look good?"

"Yeah, Annie, you look, uh, you look really great. Uhm, Annie?"

"What?"

"Do you want to play that game again? You know, like at your house the other night, the kissing game?"

"Ooh, Jenny, that was scary. I don't know."

"Come on, scaredy-cat, come on." Jenny took her friend's hand and gently led her to the bed they were going to share.

"But Jenny, before, you said I looked like somebody. Who? Who do I look like."

"Oh, nobody Annie, you just look really pretty, that's all. Here, come here." Jenny pulled her friend close to her on the bed and leaned in to kiss her. This time she didn't need to close her eyes to imagine it was Cindy that she was kissing.

Wednesday, May 3, 4:00 PM, Linda Simms' house

Cindy stood at the front door to Linda Simms' house. It was the biggest and fanciest house she'd ever been to, in the nicest part of town too. No wonder Linda always wore the coolest clothes and had the coolest friends. Linda was rich. Probably very rich. Cindy couldn't help but wonder what Linda's parents did, and why a girl who had so much money took so much delight in being mean to everyone else?

And Linda really could be mean, as Cindy had experienced throughout the day. But now she had to face Linda, alone, with nobody else around to dampen the older girl's sadistic tendencies. Cindy's hand shook, but she bravely reached forward and pushed the ornate doorbell button.

"Oh darn, right on time." Linda pouted as she opened the door. "I was so looking forward to punishing you for being late. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to find something else to do." She smiled and a chill ran through Cindy's veins. "Come on, don't just stand there."

Linda led Cindy through an amazing entryway and up a huge flight of marble stairs. Linda's bedroom was bigger than the living room of Cindy's house, and everything in it was incredibly big and beautiful. Cindy couldn't help but gape at the ostentatious show of wealth. But Linda wanted to get right down to business.

Linda locked the door to her bedroom, the she whirled on Cindy. "Strip!" she demanded.

"What? You want me ... what?"

"Strip. Right now. I want to see what all those doggies think is so hot. Strip, all the way, or the deals off and I tell everyone what I know."

"Oh god, oh." Cindy couldn't believe that the other girl wanted to see her naked. But she calmed her screaming nerves. She told herself it wasn't the first time she'd been naked in front of someone. She could do this. And slowly, rather sensually, Cindy began to remove her clothing, her bulky hot sweater, her shoes and stockings. She heard Linda gasp in surprise when she pulled her shapeless rough dress over her head, revealing the curvaceous body that she hid underneath it. Without being told, Cindy shucked off the training bra to reveal up her perfect small breasts. She was left standing in nothing but her underpants and the horrible collar that she couldn't remove even if she wanted to. Cindy shivered in the cool air of Linda's bedroom, but she knew what she had to do, and slowly she pulled her panties down to the floor and kicked them off, standing naked in front of her tormentor.

"Well, I don't see what's so special," Linda said, and her voice quavered slightly. The her voice became strident. "But we'll just see, won't we. Now don't move. Not one little bit. Got it? Okay." Linda walked to a door to an anteroom and opened it, stepping to the side. "Come in Maxie. Come meet our new little toy."

Cindy made herself stand perfectly still, but she couldn't believe that Linda was bringing another person into the room, someone named Maxie. But it wasn't another person who strolled languorously in, it was dog, a big dog, a huge dog.

"Maxie, dear, this is Cindy. Cindy, this is Maximilian, Maximilian Horatio d'Estanza Oralius Hoffman, to be precise. Maxie is a champion: best wolfhound five years running and best in show twice. He's probably worth more than your parent's house. And you, dear, are going to make my Maxie very happy, very very happy."

The huge hairy dog circled Cindy curiously. She held very still, terrified at the dog's size and the cruel look in his eyes.

"It's time to earn your nickname, Cindy. Stand right there, but spread your legs apart, no, farther, farther, there, just right. Put your hands on your head, good. Now don't move, no matter what, no moving!"

Cindy held still in the humiliating position. Her eyes tracked the huge dog as he circled her again, getting closer and closer. She had no doubt what was going to happen and the dog didn't disappoint her or Linda. He moved in behind her and ran his long rough tongue up the inside of her leg. Cindy gasped and then had to grit her teeth quickly to keep from squirming away from the intense feeling. He licked the inside of her other leg and then he found her pussy. Cindy was mortified that her pussy was already sopping wet, but it didn't seem that Linda had realized this fact. It was incredibly hard to hold still as the gigantic dog's cold muzzle came up between her legs from behind, and his long tongue snaked between her smooth cunny lips, sampling the delightful cunt fluids that were soaking her as she became more and more aroused. Every muscle tensed as Cindy struggled to stay still. The dog's tongue was everywhere: her pussy, the crack of her ass, up and down both of her legs. It was exquisite torture.

Cindy raised her eyes to look at Linda and blanched. The other girl was taking pictures! She was recording Cindy's humiliation on a digital camera. And she was enjoying the vision too. Linda was biting her lip, staring hard at the scene in front of her and squirming seductively where she stood.

But then the dog's attentions to Cindy's forlorn love tunnel were too much. She couldn't hold herself back any longer. "Oh, oh, oh god, yes, yes, oh, oh, OH!" She couldn't stay completely still. Her body writhed but she held her position in the middle of Linda's bedroom. An orgasm was building quickly in her loins, overwhelming her attempts to stay still and hold her tongue.

Linda was similarly overwhelmed. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was so hot. It was so sensuous. She kept taking pictures, but she couldn't stop herself from pushing her free hand down into her skirt, clutching at her pussy and fingering her clit. Despite being the most popular girl in her middle school, at fourteen Linda was still a virgin and completely unversed in the ways of sex. She was seeing something beyond her wildest imagination; Cindy was enthralled, beyond control. Clearly the younger girl was having an experience more wonderful than Linda had ever thought possible. Linda's pussy throbbed at the sight of Cindy's forced pleasure.

But Linda got a hold of herself quickly. She hadn't brought the stupid little dog slut here to show her a good time. She wanted to humiliate her and dominate her. She wanted to be the one in charge.

"Maxie, enough! Here boy!" The giant dog looked up with annoyance at his pretty little mistress, but he was well-trained and he obediently moved away from Cindy, circling Linda and sitting patiently to her right. Cindy was left gasping, her orgasm unfulfilled.

Linda took a deep breath before she continued. "So Cindy, do you see how well trained Maximilian is?"

"Uhm, uh, yes?"

"Yes, he is, isn't he? I want you to be just as well trained Cindy. Let's see if you can be just as good as Maxwell. Down on your hands and knees, now!"

"OH!" Cindy gasped, but she did as she was told, the electric spasm of being dominated rushing up her spine and making her shiver. She got down onto her hands an knees. She didn't say a word, terrified of Linda's fast temper.

"Good girl. Good doggy slut. Okay, Maxie, come here boy." Linda led Maximilian over to stand next to to Cindy, facing in the opposite direction. The huge dog towered over her, she could have crawled right underneath him and barely touched his stomach. "Maxie, stay! Okay Cindy, it's time for you to make Maxie happy. Let's see just how good of a dog slut you really are. Come on Cindy, get to it."

Linda really had no idea what to expect. In reality she was a complete innocent. All she knew for sure was that sex was an awful taboo, something to be ashamed of and something that she would certainly never ever do herself, not until she was married. She really didn't have any idea how it worked, not that she was going to let Cindy know that. But she knew that the thought of it, and now, being so close to seeing it for herself, in such a depraved way, was making her very excited. And her pussy was throbbing, demanding her attention.

Cindy couldn't believe she was doing this again. Her fate was to do evil things with yet another huge dog. Tentatively, afraid of the enormous beast, she raised a hand and felt under his stomach for the sheath of fur that she knew would be protecting his prick. She could only imagine how big his cock would be, now that she understood: the bigger the dog, the bigger the meat. She put her head under the dog's stomach to see better and she gasped when she saw the huge red cock that was already half extended from his furry sheath. She reached her hand out to touch it, shaking, and thinking there was no way she'd be able to get this huge red piece of flesh into her mouth.

As Cindy went under the big dog, Linda got down on her knees on the other side to see better. She had never seen her precious dog's cock in an erect state and she was appalled by the sight of it, frightened and excited. She was amazed when Cindy reached out and actually touched the scary long red pole. She couldn't imagine doing such a disgusting thing herself.

Maximilian cantered excitedly when he felt the little girls hand on his cock. This was a completely new experience for the giant show dog. He was used to being pampered and doted on, but this was something much better. He could smell the sexual tension coming off the bodies of both of the little girls in the room. He was already thinking about grabbing the naked one and getting behind her. His instincts were to try and mount her, but his mistress had told him to stand still. And the little girl-bitch was doing something that felt good. Suddenly it felt wonderful.

Cindy stretched her neck upwards. The dog cock was so massive. But it wasn't jetting precum, not yet. She stroked it a few times with her hand, fearful of the unknown dog, but he stood still. Linda was yelling at her, getting more and more excited and demanding. Oh god, she thought and then she put her lips to the end of the slick red cock and ran her tongue around the pointy tip. The dog tensed, but he didn't move or bite her. She licked him again and then she slipped her mouth over the end and sucked him into her. Cindy had to open her mouth as wide as she could to get it around the thick penis.

Linda was entranced. This was incredible. She had no idea. She almost forgot to take pictures, but as soon as she remembered she was clicking away as fast as she could. But she was so excited herself. Her pussy was screaming at her. She gathered her short skirt up around her waist and then slipped a hand into her panties. She was soaking wet and the frigging she administered to herself was beyond anything she had ever experienced.

Cindy bobbed her head back and forth on the last four inches of the dog's gigantic member. She knew Linda was taking pictures. The thought horrified her. She was so humiliated, but at the same time her own pussy was getting wetter and wetter too.

There was an enormous crashing sound behind Cindy. Linda looked up and screamed, Maximilian let out a roar. Cindy pulled her lips from the dog's cock and whirled around to see what was happening, confused and unnerved at the sudden noise.

The door to Linda's room lay in splinters. David Barrett stood amidst the shattered wood, tall and imposing, with a frightening scowl of anger.

Wednesday, May 3, 4:20, The Turner house.

Jim Turner rushed through traffic and sped down his residential side street, coming to a screeching halt in front of the house. He was exhausted and his mind was foggy, but he'd responded as fast he could to the call that there was some sort of emergency at his house - something about intruders and screams. But now there was no sign of any trouble. Everything looked fine. The street was quiet. There weren't any extra cars. For the first time Jim thought to question who it was that called him fifteen minutes earlier. He hadn't recognized the flat woman's voice and he'd dashed out of the studio without asking.

Better check things out anyway, make sure everything was alright. Then he'd have time to grab a shower and something to eat before he went out with Randy and Lisa to celebrate. The movie was done - and man was it incredible. Now all they had to do was deliver it and the three of them would be rich. A hundred thousand bucks apiece.

Just thinking about the movie gave Jim another raging hard-on. He'd been working on the editing for three straight days. Three days of watching hot little Cindy Lake get her brains fucked out by dogs, three days without getting to relieve his own growing sexual needs. He couldn't believe how much he wanted to fuck the little girl. And his other problem was little Annie, his pretty little daughter. The hornier Jim got watching Cindy, the more he had terrible yearnings for his Annie, terrible yearnings that he mustn't give in to. But she was so pretty, and so vulnerable, and so available. Jim shook his head to get all the thoughts of Cindy and Annie out of his mind. He needed to check on the emergency, even if it didn't look like there was one.

Besides, Jim was home early. If everything was okay, maybe there was time for a little bit of bump the sheets with pretty Suzette. He had some great ideas for new things to do with his hot wife, things with ropes. And maybe it was time to introduce Prince into their bedroom. Yeah, that was an idea. No, crap, deal with the emergency first!

Jim opened the front door tentatively, listening for any indication of trouble, but the house seemed silent. Leaving the door open, Jim moved into the house as quietly as he could. He found Suzette on the couch and his heart raced. She was clearly unconscious. Suddenly even more tense, Jim scanned the living room for other signs of an intruder. But everything was exactly as it should be.

Then Jim saw the half empty Seagram's bottle on the coffee table and the drink glass on the floor, where Suzette had dropped it when she passed out. Christ, he thought, four in the afternoon and she's already dead drunk. There's no fucking emergency here, just a drunk wife. The tension drained from Jim's shoulders. He glared down at Suzette. If Suzette wasn't such a hot piece of ass, and so willing to do interesting things in the bedroom, it would be time to dump the stupid bint. And the way she was always on him to have a baby. It drove him nuts.

But thinking about babies, where was Annie? Jim moved down the hallway and approached Annie's door. For the first time since he'd entered the house he heard a noise, a load moaning noise. "Annie, you in here?" Jim called out as he pushed open the door to Annie's bedroom.

"Oh, daddy!" Annie almost screamed as she quickly stood up from her bed and pushed Prince away from her. But she wasn't quick enough to completely disguise the fact that Prince's head had been between her legs where he was licking her pussy. She couldn't believe he was standing there, glaring at her. Annie turned bright red, hoping with all her heart that her father hadn't seen enough to guess what she was doing - what she had been punished for so severely a couple of weeks ago. But he wasn't supposed to be home now, and she hadn't been able to stay away from Prince, not today, not after all the kissing and touching she'd done with Jenny the night before.

Jim stopped dead in his tracks. What the fuck! The little girl standing in front of him was his pretty little daughter, the little girl he was already much too attracted to. But now she was also Cindy Lake - the blonde pigtails, the glasses, it was stunning how much she resembled the older girl. And what was she wearing? Annie didn't own clothes like those. Where did she get that hot mini-skirt and that tight little bare midriff blouse? Her lips were deep red. Everything about the vision in front of him was screaming at him - fuck me fuck me fuck me.

In two fast strides Jim crossed the room and grabbed Annie by the arm. He threw her roughly on her bed and she screamed, mistaking her father's overbrimming lust with overloaded anger. "Shut up, now, shut the fuck up!" Jim yelled. Annie cried, but she covered her mouth with her hand to keep from screaming out again.

"So, you like doggy tongue, eh?" Jim pulled the belt from his pants in one quick movement. Annie covered her face, flinching for a vicious spanking with the belt. The memory of the last spanking he'd given her was flashing through her mind and he seemed so much angrier this time. But the blow didn't come. Instead Jim roughly flipped Annie onto her stomach and pulled her arms behind her. The belt went around her arms, just above the elbows and he cinched it tight, pulling her shoulders back painfully and immobilizing her arms completely. "I guess we can give you plenty of what you like then, can't we? And maybe a little more than you bargained for!"

"Daddy, daddy, no, please! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! What are you doing? Ow, ow! NO!" Annie screamed as her father pulled the belt tight around her arms. "Oh daddy, please, I'm sorry, please, OH, OH, DADDY!"

Jim held his little girl down on the bed and flipped up the sexy mini-skirt to reveal her naked ass. He pushed her legs apart, enjoying the view of her tiny pussy, glistening from the wetness of her own juices mixed with Prince's dog saliva. And then he truly crossed the line. He put his hand between her legs and ran a finger through the beautiful puffy vulva, penetrating in to the moist inner pussy lips. His finger came up sopping. "There, see that? Do you see this? Do you? Can you smell it? Can you taste it?!" Jim smeared the pussy excretions over the sobbing face of the poor terrified girl, mixing it with her tears and forcing her to smell her own love box. He dipped his finger into her pussy a second time, getting it as wet as he could and then he forced it into Annie's mouth, smearing it across her tongue. "Didn't I tell you not to play with Prince that way? Didn't I?

"Daddy, please, I'm sorry. Oh god, I'm sorry! Please daddy, you're scaring me!"

"Just stay right there young lady. Don't you move!" Jim rose from the bed and disappeared from the room.

Annie was too afraid to do anything but stay on the bed exactly where she was. She didn't even close her legs and try to hide her private parts. The forty seconds that Jim was gone seemed like an eternity. But suddenly there he was again, carrying a footstool from the living room and something she couldn't make out in his other hand.

The next thing Annie knew her father picked her up off the bed like a rag-doll. He set her down kneeling in front of the long side of the padded foot stool. She was still too afraid to fight him and she just knelt where he placed her, up against the stool. She trembled as he carefully positioned the stool up against her thighs, with her left leg even with the edge of the stool. She was so afraid that he was going to touch her pussy again, but he didn't. He did something much worse, something completely unexpected. Annie looked down to see her father tying a rope around her left leg, just above the knee. The rope went around the leg of the stool. He was tying her to the stool!

"Oh god, daddy, what are you doing? Daddy, no, no, I don't want to do this. Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, DADDY!"

But Annie's protestations fell on ears that heard nothing but the rush of lust running through Jim Turner's veins. Nothing was going to stop him. Nothing was going to prevent him from having his way with the incredibly sexy version of Annie/Cindy he had unexpectedly found. She continued to scream as Jim pulled her right leg over to the other leg of the stool, pulling her small frame wide apart, putting her luscious ass and pussy out for easy access. He quickly tied her leg to the leg of the stool. The final preparation was to kneel behind her and reach around to pull her little blouse up as high as it would go, revealing the tiny nipples on her flat chest, nipples that he teased until they were as erect as the huge cock in his pants. Then he opened the waist button on her mini-skirt and with one vicious tug he ripped it down the seem and threw it to the side. Then he pushed her forward onto the narrow stool. It supported her stomach, but the top half of her chest and her head stuck out into the air on the other side. Her knees were lifted off the ground too, and she ended up with her toes digging into the carpet to support her. It was an incredibly vulnerable and uncomfortable position that displayed Annie's pussy and ass perfectly.

Slap! "Aaagghhh!!" Annie screamed at the first stinging slap of her father's hand across her bare ass. Slap! The perfect white skin on ass turned bright red. Slap! "Owwww, Daddy, please, owwww!" Slap! Slap! Slap! Annie couldn't believe how awful her daddy was being.

But Jim stopped his assault on Annie's perfect little butt cheeks. His breathing was ragged as he looked down on her perfect little body. His mind was whirling, confused between his lust for Cindy and his lust for Annie - and here he seemed to have both, tied to a stool and ready for him. He stroked the inflamed buttocks gently, trying to soothe them, almost remorseful for his violence. But the perfect little pussy was calling to him. He slipped a finger between the puffy mons and dipped it into the forbidden wet vagina again. Annie stiffened all over, but Jim continued to rub all around her pussy, playing with her little clit, getting more and more excited as he managed to get the little girl's pussy juices flowing again.

"Prince! Here boy! Come here, boy. Come on Prince." Jim called to his dog at the same time that he picked up his video camera and began to document Annie's terrible predicament.

Prince tentatively peeked his head around the door. He'd stuck his tail between his legs and slunk out of Annie's room as quickly as possible after seeing the earlier look on Jim's face. But now his master was calling him and he felt a strong compulsion to comply. The smell of panic in the room was confusing, but there was no obvious threat in the room, Prince dutifully trotted into the room and sat where Jim told him to, just behind his little mistress's ass.

Wednesday, May 3, 4:33 - Linda Simm's house.

Maximilian barked and lunged at David, but a flash of white fur hurtled through the doorway. In the next second a loud high-pitched squeal of pain peeled out. King had appeared from nowhere and he had the larger dog pinned to the ground by the throat. A thin line of blood dripped down from a gash on Maximilian's left ear.

"Oh my god, oh my god! Help! Help!" Linda screamed uncontrollably.

Cindy sat down on the floor, desperately crossing her legs and her arms to try to cover her nakedness from David. She cringed back from his angry flashing eyes as he he strode across the room, but David bypassed her and grabbed Linda by the arm; he threw her roughly onto her bed.

"Shut up, bitch! Now! Shut the fuck up!" David ordered Linda. Linda covered her mouth to stifle her screams and stared up in horror at David. David dismissively turned away from her and stooped to Cindy's side.

"Are you okay. She didn't hurt her you, did she? Oh man, I'm so sorry, I should have gotten here earlier, but, oh, I'm just sorry. Here, take this." David took off his black leather coat and pulled it around Cindy's shoulders. He helped her to her feet and the leather coat was just long enough to cover the small girl's modesty, as long as she clutched the front together. "Are you okay?"

This was so confusing. Where had David and King come from? Why was David being so nice to her? Cindy weakly looked up into David's eyes and saw nothing but sincere concern. "I, I, I'm okay, but, what, oh, what are you, oh, I'm so confused."

"You're sure your okay?"

Cindy just nodded her head, too afraid and confused to speak.

"Cindy!" A squeal of delight came from the doorway and then Jenny was running across the room. She threw her arms around Cindy's neck and hugged her tight. "Oh Cindy, I was so worried about you!"

Things were getting stranger and stranger. Cindy's former charge Jenny hugged her and comforted her. And then she stood on her toes and pulled Cindy's face down and kissed her, full on the lips. And it was wonderful. Cindy felt the love and care flowing over her body. She couldn't help but kiss Jenny back. Cindy wrapped her arms around Jenny, enveloping her inside the big leather jacket and pulling her against bare flesh. Cindy didn't know what had come over her, but kissing her little friend seemed the most natural and wonderful thing in the whole world.

But eventually Jenny broke the kiss and pulled back. "Oh, Cindy, are you okay? Are you? What happened? What did she do to you? Oh Cindy, please, are you okay?"

Cindy was breathless. She felt like she was going to swoon - so many strange and wonderful things happening so quickly. "I, I'm okay, I am, Jenny, but, but, oh Jenny. She was going to make me do bad things, I think, maybe lots of bad things. She wanted me to be her doggy's new toy, I mean, oh Jenny, I was so scared."

At Cindy's words, Jenny whirled on Linda Simms, fire in her young eyes. "You! You are horrible! I know what you're like, I've heard stories. You're just mean. You were going to make Cindy do bad things and then you were going tell everyone anyway, weren't you? Weren't you?! Admit it!"

Jenny yelled at Linda with so much vehemence. The older girl kept backing up on her bed, shaking uncontrollably, even more intimidated by Jenny than by David. "No, no, I wasn't going to do that. I was just having a little fun, then I would leave her alone, really!"

"Liar! Don't lie to me!"

"Okay, okay, please, don't hurt me, please. Yes, yes, I was going to tell. I was taking pictures and I was going to show them around school. Oh please, don't hurt me."

"Oh, you bitch! David, what are we going to do with her?"

"I don't know Jenny. I just want to get Cindy out of here. Can't we just go?"

"No, we can't. Sometimes you are so dense. If we leave, Linda will just go ahead and tell everyone about Cindy. Do you want that?"

"Damn, no! Cindy, believe me, I don't want that." David turned to Cindy and he took her in his arms. She felt wonderfully safe and desired, but she was still so awed by it all that she couldn't speak. "So, what do we do Jenny?" David asked his little step-sister.

"Oh, I think I know exactly what to do." Jenny had a chilling smile on her face. "Is this her camera? Are all her pictures on here?"

Cindy nodded, snuggling deeper into David's arms. "Uhm, uh, she has some on her cell phone too," she whispered.

Jenny grabbed Linda's cell phone from the table and quickly thumbed through the pictures. Her eyes flashed anger at Linda when she found the pictures of Cindy in the boiler room, but she quickly deleted them and then threw the cell phone across the room. She also quickly checked the photos on the digital camera, her eyes growing wide when she found the pictures of Cindy being molested by Maximilian.

"David, here's what were going to do. First, get rid of that stupid big dog. He won't give you any trouble, he's too afraid of King now. Then look in the closet. Find a couple of belts, or scarves. Cindy, can you help David with that? That's good. And you!" Jenny whirled on Linda again and the pretty girl flinched away from her. "You, are going to be so sorry that you messed with my Cindy!"

Jenny was right. Maximilian was completely cowed by King and it was easy to shove him back into the adjoining bathroom where Linda had stashed him to surprise Cindy. Cindy pulled herself together and helped David quickly rummage through Linda's huge closet. She'd never seen so many clothes. They found two expensive plush bathrobes, each with it's own long belt, and they brought those to Jenny.

"Grab her leg, David. Pull her to the end of the bed and put her on her stomach."

Linda screamed in terror and fought like a demon, but she was no match for David's strength and agility. He pulled her to the foot of the bed and flipped her over onto her stomach, with her knees down on the floor."

"Now just hold her there. Good. Cindy, help me."

Cindy rallied to helping Jenny. The young girls confidence and dominance seemed to fuel her soul and give her a hope that she hadn't felt in ages, maybe forever. She helped Jenny tie one of the bathrobes to Linda's leg, just above the knee and then stretch it under the bed to the far side, where they tied it firmly to the leg of the bed. Linda was fighting for all she was worth, but David could easily hold her still enough for the girls to work. Then they tied her other leg to the other side of the bed, stretching Linda's legs wide apart. And then clever little Jenny carefully pulled the bedspread down, concealing the belts that were binding Linda to her bed. She looked all the world like she was just kneeling at the foot of her bed.

"Okay David," Jenny said when everything was ready. "Take her clothes off."

"Oh my god, no, no! Please, oh my god, what are you doing? NO!" Linda was hysterical. How had everything gone so wrong?

David pulled Linda's blouse up over her head, revealing well-developed breasts in a pretty black silk bra. But the bra was easily unhooked and her tits were free to dangle prettily. Her skirt was next. David just tore it down the seam and threw it to the side. Linda was mortified. She stopped screaming and quivered all over, panting in fear. And then her panties were torn off of her as well, and she was naked in front the other three. Her virgin pussy was on display. No one had ever seen her naked before. She turned bright red from head to toe at the intense humiliation.

"Just hold her for one more second David," Jenny said. Her big step brother complied, still wondering what Jenny had in mind. "King! Good boy, come here, come to Jenny! Good boy! Okay King, here you go."

Finally the others all understood what Jenny had in mind for poor Linda Simms. Linda began to scream inconsolably.

Wednesday, May 3, 5:00, The Turner house.

Jim Turner made a quick decision. He desperately wanted to ram his big cock into his darling daughter/Cindy Lake, but he knew she was too young, too small and too fragile. He would rip her apart. But he could enjoy watching Prince do her. Prince's cock was much smaller. She could take it. And maybe, just maybe, Prince would stretch her out enough. Maybe after Prince had paved the way, he could fuck her himself. Jim Turner was insane with lust. There was nothing that was going to stop him from satisfying his every desire with the little girl in front of him.

"Come on Prince, come on boy, show old daddy how you like to lick little Cindy's pussy. Show your old man. Right here boy, right here where it's nice and wet. Don't that smell good?" Jim ran his fingers through Annie vulnerable pussy and carried the scent to Prince's nose.

The dog didn't need a second invitation. He already knew how much he liked the taste of the little girl-bitch's pussy. He'd sampled it a couple of times already. And he sensed that this time there was going to be more than just pussy licking in it for him. He could tell that this time would be different. His cock was already half out of it's furry sheath with anticipation.

But first Prince took his tongue to Annie's pussy, spreading her pretty little vulva wide open and diving quickly into the inner secret places. He liked the way she squirmed. He like the smell of desperation and fear coming off her body. This was way better than before.

"Oh god, daddy, please, no, no, oh, oh, OH!" Annie couldn't stop from yelling out. The combination of fear and physical pleasure was painted across her face, and Jim's camera caught every moment of it.

With one hand Jim filmed Annie's terrible ordeal. With the other he quickly dropped his pants and then his boxers, leaving his massive erection waving in the air. He knelt beside Annie to give her a good close look at her first real man-cock and she didn't disappoint him when her eyes grew even wider in shear horror at the huge thing.

But Annie couldn't help responding to Prince's magnificent strong tongue. He was laving across her little clit like an expert. Her screams became rhythmical and she used her toes to thrust herself forward and back on the low footstool. It appeared for all the world, and for Jim's camera too, that she was trying hard to fuck herself on Prince's long tongue.

Prince could take a hint. His girl-bitch was totally ready for him. She was practically begging him. He reared up onto her back and began the frantic thrusting of his hind legs that would find her pussy for him, let him finally complete his total domination of one of the little girl-bitches.

"Oh god, daddy, daddy, what is he doing? What's happening. Daddy, I'm so scared, daddy, please, PLEASE! OH GOD, WHAT IS THAT? OW! OW! DADDY, WHAT'S HAPPENING! OW! OW! AAAAGGGHHHHH!!!"

Prince's long pointy dick found the mark. Annie was well lubricated from his tongue and from the precum that kept squirting out onto her tiny pussy. He felt the tip of his cock enter her, thrust back, adjusted his position, then entered her again, deeper. Now he was perfect. He pulled out of her and rammed forward. His cock embedded into her tiny pussy, filling her to the brim, slamming into her hymen and tearing it away forever. Then his rapid frantic thrusting resumed, driving him deeper and deeper inside of her. She was so small and so tight. The excited mongrel had never felt such a tight little hole and he slammed into her with every ounce of his energy, until he was fully embedded inside of her seven-year-old cunt. His cock felt so fantastic as it swelled up inside of her, flooding with his hot blood. It got thicker and thicker and her little baby cunt got even tighter. The smell of Annie's panic drove Prince insane with lust and he fucked her little girl pussy as hard and as fast as he could.

Jim watched in awe. The dog cock plunged in and out of his little girl's perfect cunt at an amazing speed. He had a perfect view and he made sure to get good video of the depraved scene. He didn't care that Annie was screaming for help, beseeching him to save her and make the awful canine stop raping her. Then he saw Prince ram his cock as far forward as possible and hold it there, quivering with excitement.

The moment of nirvana came to Prince, finally. His knot swelled until it was bigger than a goose egg, fully embedded in poor Annie's tiny cunt. Prince felt the ecstasy of his thin, hot seed speeding along the length of his member and filling little Annie's child-womb, the bliss of total domination that could only come from tying yourself to your bitch. He let out a howl of pleasure.

"Oh god, daddy, it's too big, daddy, please, get it out, get it out, oh god, daddy, daddy, what's he doing?"

It was all too much for Jim Turner, his dog slamming into his little girl's pussy, her screams, the look on her face. Even as he continued to film her torment he was rapidly jerking his cock with his free hand. His cock was so hard, it felt like it might explode at any second and then, incredibly, it did. The most amazing ejaculation of Jim's life came streaming out of Jim's huge boner. The cum arched out and covered Annie's sweet little face. She was screaming and the sperm went straight into her mouth. More and more of the hot jism erupted out of his cock and coated her face and her pretty blonde hair. It was the most unbelievable sight, the little girl with her face coated in cum and a big dog cock embedded deep in her pussy. Jim was near to fainting from the intensity of it all.

And then all hell broke loose.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! AAGH, AAGH, ANNIE! OH MY GOD!"

Jim Turner spun around on his knees to face the door to Annie's room. His camera and his cock were still in his hands. And there, standing in the doorway, was his ex-wife, Laura Jenson. And right behind her - was a police officer.

Tuesday, May 3, 5:15 PM, Linda Simms' house.

"No, no, please, you can't do this to me, please. You can't do this! Not to me!" Linda Simms was desperate. She knew what Jenny had planned for her. At least she thought she knew.

But Jenny Barrett knew that the best way to deal with a bully was head on, beating them at their own game. Jenny did not like bullies, or their evil cousins, blackmailers, and she did not like the idea of anyone taking advantage of her Cindy. It was amazing how quickly, even to Jenny, Cindy had become "her" Cindy.

"Come on King, come here boy. Good boy. Yes, that's it, that's a good boy, you just lick that, right there, oh yeah, good boy, you like that don't you."

Cindy stood back in awe as the huge German Shepherd started licking Linda's pussy from behind. When she heard Linda's screams she buried her face in David's strong chest and he wrapped his arms around her again, protectively. Even with the sight of Linda's hot young body tied to the bed and getting eaten out by King, David was more interested in holding Cindy close to him, drawing in the smell of her body and thinking quietly that she still wasn't wearing any clothes under his thick leather jacket.

Jenny would have liked to cuddle with Cindy too, but she was busy taking pictures of Linda's awful predicament. The girl floundered on the bed as the big dog went after her pussy, exploring areas that had never been touched before, much less expertly tongued. Within seconds Linda was flailing on the bed, unable to resist the amazing feelings that spread rapidly outward from her pussy. Her screams changed to pants and to moans of pleasure. Jenny was careful to take lots of pictures that would make it clear that Linda was very much enjoying her time with King. And the way Jenny had arranged the bedclothes, there was no way someone looking at the pictures would be able to tell that Linda was tied to the bed. It would just look like she was enjoying herself with her canine boyfriend.

Just as Linda reached an incredible orgasm, King reared up on the bed behind her, gripping her hips in his strong forearms. His girl-bitch was totally ready for him and it was time to take advantage. "Aaagghhh!" Linda screamed as King thrust forward and entered her. "Ow, ow, OW, OW, NO, NO, NOOOOO!!!" And then King rammed into Linda's pussy. Her cherry burst under the dog's massive onslaught and he entered her completely. For several minutes he fucked her with a frantic abandon. Linda's screams became more and more regular, in time with the huge dog's massive thrusts. As her second orgasm crashed over her she was panting in time with the pounding of his giant cock.

Finally, King shuddered and thrust himself as deeply into the poor girl's pussy as possible. His cock was already massively swollen, almost enough to tear the fourteen year old girl's cunt to shreds. But it was nothing compared to the gigantic knot that formed at the base, filling the girl, stretching her, making her scream in agony. Now he was tied to her. Now she knew what it meant to meet a real dog, a real alpha. King threw back his head and howled his euphoria to the heavens.

Jenny sat on the bed next to Linda's head and stared down into her swollen tear streaked face. Linda panted, short fast little pants of misery and exhaustion. "Now do you understand, Linda?" Jenny said. "Do you get it. I think I'll just keep this camera of yours as a little souvenir. And if I EVER hear that you've done ANYTHING mean to my Cindy again, then YOU will be the one that everyone is talking about. Won't they all just love to see all these lovely pictures of what a great time you had with your new friend, King. Do you understand Linda? DO YOU?"

"Yes, yes, I understand." Linda could barely speak, but her whispered answer was clear enough for Jenny, who got up from the bed and faced her step brother and Cindy.

"Okay, now we can go. Well, as soon as King is done we can go."

David laughed and hugged Cindy tighter. "Oh Jenny, you are too much. Sometimes you scare me."

Ten minutes later they were able to pull King from Linda and the four of them began to depart. Cindy had her own clothes back on, but she was still clutching David's black leather jacket around her, despite the warmth. They were out in the hall and ready to head down the marble stairs when Jenny suddenly stopped. "Wait a second, I have an idea," she said, and then she ran back quickly through the shattered door to Linda's room.

The last thing Jenny saw as she left Linda's room, was Maximilian Horatio d'Estanza Oralius Hoffman just starting to lick up the insides of his mistress's legs, getting more and more interested with each long lick of his rough tongue. The last thing she heard as she headed down the hall was "No, Maxie, please, no, no, Maxie, ohhhh!"

Wednesday, May 3, 6:00 PM, The Barrett house.

Lisa Barrett luxuriated in a hot bath. She had a smug evil grin on her face as she thought over her days work and the evening ahead. She and Randy would be heading out to celebrate. Three hundred thousands dollars. There was just one little task left and then they could deliver the goods and have more money than they'd ever dreamed of. And now they didn't have to share the money with stupid Jim Turner. No, Jim Turner was history. It would be years and years before he got out of jail. And he didn't dare rat on his friends Randy and Lisa, not without running the risk of a much longer sentence.

It had all been so easy: getting Annie hotted up and making her look like Cindy, spiking Suzette's afternoon drink, calling Jim with a fake emergency and then giving Laura Jenson a similar call. Oh, but wouldn't it have been fun to be there when Laura Jenson showed up? Wouldn't it have been a scream to see the look on her face when she found her ex-husband forcing her daughter to fuck a dog? But showing up to see the outcome of her handiwork would have been a mistake, and Lisa didn't make mistakes.

Now there was just the one little loose end to tie up, then they could send the movie off and collect their money. Lisa shivered with delight at the thought.

Wednesday, May 3, 6:15 PM, David Barrett's mustang.

Cindy was wedged between David and Jenny in the front bench seat of David's mustang, still confused and full of wonder. Very little that had happened in the last hour and a half made any sense to her. She was grateful to be rid of Linda Simms' house, but she couldn't help but wonder if she had just traded one bad situation for another. Still, Jenny and David seemed to radiate a healing warmth towards her, and Jenny's bubbly confidence was infectious. As David sped away from Linda's and Jenny babbled on, Cindy carefully examined each of their faces and she realized that deep down in her heart she was no longer really afraid of either of them. And she wanted to be with them. She belonged with them, even if there was a tinge of fear associate to each of them. Whatever they wanted, she wanted it too.

"Jenny, would you stop prattling? Jesus, I can't think!" David sounded angry but clearly he wasn't really. "Come on Jenny, we gotta figure stuff out."

"Okay, okay, geez. Give me a break - I was just saying that I thought you and King were really brave back there, that's all. But you're right, we need to talk. Pull over someplace, someplace quiet where nobody will bother us."

"We can go up to the point. It's early. Nobody'll be parked up there yet and it'll be real private. Okay?"

Ten minutes later the mustang was parked at Lover's Point, looking down at the city, the only vehicle in sight. Cindy still hadn't spoken a word, too afraid to break the wonderful spell that had descended on her.

But Jenny was not so reticent. "Okay, Cindy, you have to tell us what's going on. We're really worried about you. Where did that stupid collar come from? Come on, tell us the truth, we want to help you."

"But, but why? Why do you want to help me? I don't understand. How did you find me? And, and why?"

"Gee, Cindy, cant you tell? We both really, well, we really like you." It was hard for Jenny to find the words. She'd never had a crush on anyone before. She had this terrible yearning inside her and she never ever wanted Cindy to go away again, but she had no idea how to express her feelings. "I mean, oh, I mean, I like you like you. You know?"

David wasn't much better at expressing his feelings and the feelings he had for Cindy were so unexpected, strong and unusual. "Me too Cindy, I mean, I, well, I just hope you can forgive me and you'll give me, you'll give both of us another chance. Please?"

Cindy just sat in silence for a moment looking back and forth between the two people who seemed to both be saying that they really cared for her. And she felt exactly the same way, despite everything that had happened, she felt just the same, towards both of them. "I, I understand. Oh my."

Jenny broke the tender moment, impatient to know why Cindy was wearing the stupid collar. "Cindy, come on now, you've got to tell us what happened? Where did that collar come from."

"Oh god, no, please." Cindy shrank into herself. The idea of explaining what had happened to her was dreadful. They would laugh at her. They wouldn't want to be with her anymore and the warm feeling of being wanted and desired would go up in a poof of humiliation.

"Cindy, come on, you've got to let us help you." David was so sincere. "Come on, please tell us."

"Uhm, oh, I, I, well, you see," Cindy stammered, but she pulled herself together. She had to take a chance and then it all came tumbling out of her. "Somebody else knows about me and the dogs. I don't know who it is, but they threatened to turn me over to the police. They had pictures, oh god, Jenny, they had pictures of you and me and King, all together, when we, you know, oh. They said I would get arrested for child molesting and for doing bad things with dogs. I was so scared."

"Cindy, oh, that's terrible. Pictures? Of us? How did they get them? Oh! That's awful. David, what are we going to do?"

"Wait a sec Jenny. Cindy, what else happened? Where did that collar come from?"

"Oh, oh, I did what they told me to do. I didn't want them to call the police. Everyone would have known, even my parents. So I did what they wanted, I went to that place, that house, and, oh god, it was awful."

"What did they do, Cindy?" David's voice was low and angry.

"No, no, I don't want to talk about it. God, no, please, don't make me."

"Did they hurt you there?"

"No, they didn't hurt me, I mean, not really. But they made me do things, oh god, I can't, please?"

"It's okay Cindy, it's okay. They can't hurt you any more. They're not here, it's just me and David, don't worry." Jenny stroked Cindy's hair as she tried to comfort her. "But, Cindy, you've got to tell us - who are these people? Who did this to you? How did they get pictures of you?"

"I don't know," Cindy wailed. "I don't know. I never saw them, they were behind the mirrors. It was just me in the room, and the, oh, the, the dogs."

Jenny hugged Cindy tighter and spoke to David. "Look, this is really serious. First, you've got to get this stupid collar off of Cindy, can you do that?"

"Uh, yeah, I think so, I've got some big-ass wire cutters that will probably cut through this."

"Okay. Next, we've got to figure out who these awful people are, and how they got pictures of Cindy. And me, David, they have pictures of me too! We have to find them. Wait a sec. Cindy, you said you went to some house. But what happened afterwards? What happened since then."

"I, I got another email, yesterday. They want me to go there again."

"What? No way, no way are you going there again! Damn." David was suddenly beside himself.

"Calm down David, you're scaring Cindy. Just let her talk. Tell us, Cindy, tell me. When are you supposed to go there again? If you tell us then we can go with you, we can protect you, just like at Linda's house. Come on Cindy, tells us the rest so that David and I can take care of you."

"Oh god, no! No! Jenny, no, it's too dangerous. Jenny, David, please, I don't want you to get hurt. Please, no, I can't tell you, I can't. It's too dangerous."

"Cindy, come on, you have to tell us."

But Cindy was adamant and completely stubborn. There was no way she was going to lose her new found happiness by letting Jenny or David, or even King, get hurt by her blackmailers. She knew, deep in her heart, that her blackmailers were very dangerous people. But she thought they wouldn't really hurt her, they would just make her do more degrading and humiliating things. She could take it, especially if it meant protecting David and Jenny. They tried again and again to get her to reveal when she was supposed to go to the house again, or where it was, but she tenaciously refused.

Eventually Jenny and David gave up trying to convince Cindy. It was growing dark and Cindy said her parents would start to worry if she wasn't home soon. David got out of the car to retrieve his wire cutters. When he got back into the car he found Cindy and Jenny necking sensually. A pang of jealousy rippled through his body, but he got over it quickly when he tapped Cindy's shoulder and she broke off her kiss with Jenny, turned to him and then responded with passion when he leaned in and took his own turn at kissing the beautiful twelve year old.

"Jeez, get a room," Jenny complained a few moments later.

Read on for Chapter Ten.

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