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First Published: 25 August 2016

Runaway
by Isabella Runaway by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, Oral, Anal, Under Age, Rape, Kidnap, Prostitution

My best friend Elle Adams got herself a boyfriend; there were a few problems, hurdles for her to overcome as it were. The first was that her parents had forbade her from having a boyfriend until she was sixteen years old and, being a 'Middle England Rose', her parents had told her many times that when she did find a boyfriend he'd better come from a good, hard working, family and by good, they actually meant WHITE. The second problem was that Elle was only just thirteen years old, she told me when I found out about Winston, "At least one of us is sixteen, surly that will count for my parents." She was wrong, she knew deep down that her parents wouldn't approve of her having a boyfriend at her age and they would definitely be dead set against her choice of boyfriend or his family background.

Well, Elle fell in love with Winston, a coal-black sixteen year old boy from way over the wrong side of the tracks. Elle didn't care what her parents would think, she was in love with Winston, she didn't care if her parents didn't like black people, she'd found one that she thought was for her.

Well, it didn't take long for word round the village of Elle and Winston's relationship to reach Elle's mother and father and quite naturally they hit the roof. There was a fight in the Adams household that I could hear four houses away.

We were woken up later that night by Elle's mother asking if Elle was at our house. I had to be woken up so that my parents could check if Elle was sleeping in my house and when they found me alone in my room I was asked if I knew where Elle might have gone.

"I haven't seen her since I heard you fighting with her over her boyfriend."

Elle's mother turned purple as she spat out, "That boy is not Elle's boyfriend, we won't allow it!"

I was asked if I knew where Winston lived, I did know of course but I didn't want to tell anyone, I didn't want anyone catching my friend in an awkward position. My father took me into his bedroom and sat me down for a serious talking to! The basis of his argument was that as soon as the school opened in the morning they would give the police Winston's address and if the police got involved and they found that Winston and Elle had done more than just kiss during the night then as Winston was over sixteen, he could be convicted of raping Elle, even if she had agreed to do it with him and because she was only thirteen it would be far worse for Winston. Needless to say I didn't want the police to be forced to get involved so I reluctantly gave my father Winston's address.

By the time Elle's father got to Winston's house they were all in bed, Winston's father answered the front door wearing his pyjama bottoms and nothing else. He stated categorically that his son was in bed asleep on his own, he didn't even know that his son knew any white girls. Winston's father left Elle's dad standing in the street while he checked on his sleeping son. On his return he was visibly lighter around his face, "His bed hasn't been slept in and all of his things are gone!"

When I heard that I knew that Elle had run away with her boyfriend, I'd guessed that she would have chosen London, a huge city, very little chance of anyone finding her and Winston there. I did get a letter from her one day, about three months after she left, she told me that she and Winston had got a room in a shared house or rather a squat; Winston was working in London to provide the wherewithal for the two of them to live reasonably comfortably. Elle was having the time of her life and she loved every second of it.

Shortly after receiving that letter I had a blazing row with my parents, I went to bed without any dinner. I woke early, dressed and left for school. I waited for the school bus, I was very hungry, having missed two meals and as I stood waiting for the bus I was almost spitting nails. It was cold, my bus was late and I was hungry. I saw my father drive past on his way to work, I was ready for it though, I was standing inside the shelter, not exactly hiding, more trying to get in out of the cold breeze but it served the same purpose, my dad drove past without seeing me.

I saw my mother leave as well, strangely she caught the bus from the opposite side of the road to me but I hadn't been worried because she didn't start work until ten o'clock so even if two busses failed to turn up I'd still be on my way to school an hour before she should have left for work, so why did I just see her in the front passenger seat of a car heading deeper into the village. The car belonged to one of my father's friends, a man called Bill Black, a man whose wife had left him a short while ago because she caught him out on a lie and she suspected that he was committing adultery, well, more than a suspicion actually, she knew that he was fucking another woman.

I looked at my watch, if the bus didn't come in the next few minutes I'd be late for school. Being late for school was a very big deal, going sick for a whole day and they wouldn't even bat an eyelid. I gave the bus three more minutes, there were ten villagers waiting for the bus now, the bus never picked up that many people on one bus so I made an executive decision, no school for me today.

I could have just gone home, telephoned my father and told him that my bus didn't come but that was out of the question, I still wasn't talking to him after our fight. Curiosity got the better of me anyway, it would take me fifteen minutes to walk all the way to Bill Black's house so I set off with a positive stride and weaved my way through the village streets to Bill's house.

Bill Black's car was on his drive when I got there, I walked past his living room window on my way to his front door. I wasn't being a peeping Tom or anything; I only looked through his window because I heard squealing from the other side of the glass. My mother was standing in front of Bill, she was just stepping out of her knickers, she was wearing a matching thong, bra and suspender belt set with black stockings on. Bill was totally naked and sitting looking up at my mother's body as she straddled his lap, reached down and aimed his cock at her cunt as she sat on top of it.

Bill should have seen me at the window but he was focussing totally on my mother and he fucked her from below. I wanted to upset the apple cart, I wanted to knock on the window and wave at the two of them as they looked at me...but I didn't. I did want to leave a message though so I took my geometry set out, opened my compass and jabbed the point into the sidewall of all four tyres. The effect wasn't dramatic or anything, just a hiss and slow escape of air. I was at the end of the road and looked back, the tyres all still looked inflated, I hoped that my mother's and Bill's fuck-fest lasted long enough for the tyres to all go flat. I'd have hated for my message to be missed before they drove off.

The embryo of a plan formed in my head as I was puncturing Bill's car tyres, I knew where my mother kept the housekeeping money, with that and the money in my piggy bank I'd have around a hundred pounds. I'd use that money to get to London and try to find Elle's squat. Elle was bound to welcome me with open arms.

I went home and packed everything that I valued most in the world. My whole life crammed into one backpack. I went to the railway station by bus. I had a total of one hundred pounds in my pocket at the ticket office, unfortunately, a last minute railway ticket to London would cost me ninety of those pounds so I backed out and sought a plan 'B', 'B' for bus! I went to the bus station, a one way ticket to London on the bus was thirty pounds on the day, I had to pay though as it would be far too dangerous for a thirteen year old girl to hitchhike all the way to London.

I reached Victoria coach station in London at one o'clock in the afternoon. As the bus took me through the roads leading to Victoria I realised that I had a bigger problem than I'd first thought, Elle had deliberately not told me what part of London she was living in so I'd have to search all three and a half million dwellings in the Greater London area. I looked around the bus station, there were thousands of people milling around the bus station, coming and going. I spotted the exit and headed for the street beyond. Thirty seconds after stepping out into the street I realised a problem with planning an escapade while angry, it had been cold at home so I'd put a jacket on over my school uniform. The streets of London were far colder and the wind was whistling into the spaces between my ankle socks and my very short school skirt.

I was outside for just two minutes when I reassessed my options and returned to the bus station. It was only a few degrees warmer inside the terminal but at least the wind wasn't blowing up my skirt. I was still very hungry and now I was thirsty as well, I walked over to the cafe at the end of the departures lounge. I stood and read the menu, I couldn't believe my eyes, a portion of chips would cost two pounds and fifty pence and that was the cheapest thing on the menu. I was about to leave when I spotted a star stuck to the inside of the window next to the menu board that proclaimed, 'Promotional offer, milkshake made with real Cornish dairy ice cream, half price for one week only, £1.75!'

A milk shake wouldn't be as filling as chips or a burger but it would allow me to sit in the warmth of the cafe for a while and the fat in the milkshake as well as the sugar would sustain me for a while.

I went through the door into the bus station cafe and was hit by a wall of warmth. I bought a chocolate milkshake and took a seat at a table by the window. I'd found a London bus route planner and as I sat slowly sipping at my drink I was studying the map, the main roads were named with the bus numbers that travelled on the roads, the minor roads were outlined but not named. There was an overwhelming number of roads on the map and it was only central London, just ten percent of the roads in Greater London.

After an hour of sitting there my glass was still only half empty and I noticed that the guy behind the counter was paying me a lot of attention. I noticed that he made a telephone call on his mobile phone and it looked like he took a photograph of me, 'Better finish this drink quickly now, the manager is paying me a little too much attention!'

I took another sip of my drink and started clearing up my things, a young man had come in and ordered a milkshake, I heard the machine that mixed the milkshake buzzing and I watched as thick chocolate was poured into the tall glass. I noticed that the manager didn't wash the jug, instead he walked out from behind the counter, he was walking in my direction, 'Here it comes, he's going to ask me to leave!'

He walked right up to me, I was just about to say that I was leaving when he said, "I made a little too much milkshake for the other guy...would you like it, I'll have to throw it away if you don't."

I smiled at him and nodded my head, 'Result!' I thought that he was going to throw me out for spending two hours drinking one milkshake but he just poured his jug into my cup filling my glass to the halfway point. I spread my map out again and looked to see if there were any likely signs, a large pin-flag would be good, especially if it said, 'Elle and Winston!' I took another sip at my refreshed drink, it was starting to look like I'd have to catch the next bus back to my home town at eight pm and if I did I'd turn up home at around ten o'clock, just twelve hours after running away from home, my parents would never let me hear the end of it, especially as I'd have wasted around sixty quid of my mother's housekeeping money on bus fares.

The man who had unwittingly paid for my refreshed drink left the cafe after thirty minutes and I watched him jump on the bus to Brighton. I was once again on my own in the cafe, the manager watching me closely from behind the counter. The doors opened again, a handsome middle aged man walked in wearing a warm coat that reached past his knees. I watched him exchange a smile and a nod with the manager and he collected a tray, there was a whispered conversation between the two men and he paid for a coffee and a Twix, he paid for his coffee with a fifty pound note, the manager said, "Can I get you your change in a moment, I don't have enough in my till!"

The man was already walking away as if he wasn't expecting any change anyway. He walked purposefully towards my table and stood a few inches away from me, "Can I sit here please?"

I looked up at him and then all around the cafe, the room was empty apart from him and me, after I'd made a big thing of scanning the room I looked back up into his eyes. He had the look of a much loved, kindly older uncle, "I know there are lots of free seats but there is no one else to talk to."

I shrugged my shoulders and then nodded my head. He sat in the seat next to me, he looked me over, nothing too pervy, he did spend overly long looking at my bare legs and the shortness of my skirt but then, why did I wear a short skirt if I didn't want people to look at my legs?

"Where are you from?"

That was the starting question, he asked me about almost every aspect of my life, I was reasonably happy to answer all of them and then we got to, "Where are you planning on staying while you're down here in London?"

"I hadn't really planned anything, just got very angry and left home without thinking, I'll probably end up catching the last bus back home because I have no way of finding my friend Elle and her boyfriend."

"You said that you thought they were living in a squat?"

I nodded my head, he tore his Twix wrapper open and offered me half, I was reluctant but eventually I took one of the fingers and ate it as if I hadn't eaten in a week rather than just a day. "The thing is, since the law changed a few years ago people can't squat in a domestic property anymore so all of the squats that are left, and there aren't many of them, are all in commercial properties. When the council offices open in the morning we could ring around them and ask if they know which properties in their area are being squatted in."

Now that suddenly sparked a modicum of hope in my mind, I hadn't realised that local councils would be that helpful or that they'd hold a list of properties in their area that had squatters. If I'd have known that when I first arrived I could be reunited with Elle by now. The man took his cup off of his tray and placed the tray on the floor at the side of his seat, he looked back into my eyes, "I'll have to lie of course, tell the council officers that I work for a charity and that I'm looking for people who need help from my charity!"

His mobile phone took that moment to ring, he seemed like a really nice guy, as he took his phone out of his pocket I looked around the room again, the cafe manager was bent down behind his counter, I could see packets of sandwiches moving inside the cold cabinet.

"Hi darling..." he held his phone to his chest, "My wife." He gave me a warm smile before returning his telephone to his ear, "...beef stew, perfect choice for a cold day like this, have you made a large pan full..." Again he held his telephone to his chest, "My wife has cooked a large pan full of beef stew, we live just a twenty minute walk from here, you could have dinner with us, home cooked by my wife and then decide, if you still want to go home I'll walk you back here in time for the eight o'clock bus home or, you could spend the night in our guest bedroom and first thing tomorrow I'll ring around to find any addresses I can with squatters. You can search for your friend and catch the bus back tomorrow; at least you'll have spent a whole night away from home to prove your point to your parents!" I got another warm smile from him, I pondered on the issue for just a moment before I nodded my head and his smile widened. "...Sorry about that darling, I'll be bringing a friend home for something to eat...yes...just a little problem...she'll either go home on the last bus or stay the night in our guest room, can you air the bed for me just in case?"

He closed down his phone and drank his coffee down before standing up and taking a hold on my backpack, "I'm Tony by the way. You'll meet Susan my wife when we get home!".

I looked nervously over at the cafe's manager; he wasn't looking in my direction for the first time all afternoon. I followed Tony out of the bus station, it had gotten even colder and now it was spotting with rain, we crossed the first corner and I suddenly remembered something, "You didn't collect your change from the cashier in the cafe!"

"I go in every day, he'll have my change tomorrow, I don't get stressed out over small amounts like that!"

I didn't know whether to be impressed or shocked, his change would have been over forty-five pounds and he wasn't bothered about it! As we walked along the rain got worse and I got soaked to the skin as we ran the last few hundred yards to his house. He lived in a terraced row of houses but his house stood out, it was bigger than the rest, the last house in the street, "Why is your house bigger than the rest?"

"My house isn't my house, I just have the basement apartment, it is bigger because it was built as an apartment block rather than just a two up, two down terraced house."

The front door of the house had a standard latch type lock, just like the one we had on our front door at home. We walked down the passageway past two doors into other rooms, now if I'd been a little older or a little more worldly-wise I might have wondered how come the two rooms didn't have lockable doors, just standard house handles. The door down to the basement was a thicker door and had a mortise lock rather than a latch lock. I went down the stairs into the basement first, there was another door at the bottom of the stairs but that was open.

I heard Tony lock the door at the top of the stairs while I waited in the passageway at the bottom of the stairs, two doors on the left and one on the right, Tony joined me at the bottom and he closed and locked the bottom door as well. He guided me to the door on the right and opened it, it was a very small shower room, a toilet, a bidet, a hand basin and a shower tray all crammed into a tiny room.

"Take your wet clothes off, hang them over the heated towel rail, use the towel and you can borrow the towelling robe, it'll be a little bit big on you but your clothes will dry quickly."

When I came out of the shower room wrapped up tightly in a fluffy bathrobe I could hear Tony talking to his wife in one of the two rooms, I went to the first room, the door was open slightly, it was a bedroom, just a large bed and a wardrobe, didn't really look lived in, I walked to the other room and knocked the door, it swung open just from my knocking on it, the room was in total darkness, suddenly I was grabbed and pulled into the room, the door swung closed behind me and when it hit the frame a loud 'Clunk' sounded out. I reached behind me and tried to open the door but it was locked tightly shut.

Tony switched the light on, it was another bedroom, the curtains were closed and my backpack was on the bed, its contents turned out onto the bottom sheet and the envelope that I'd put my money in was torn open and empty. Tony had a tight hold on the lapels of the dressing gown that I was wearing, my mind couldn't comprehend what was going on, where was the living room of the apartment? Where was the kitchen? And where the hell was Susan, Tony's wife? How could you have an apartment with just two bedrooms, a shower room and nothing else? It just didn't make sense!

"Have you ever had sex with a boy Sarah?"

I was a little shocked, he hadn't asked me my name yet but then he'd been through my backpack so he would know my name as well as my address, "No!"

"Well, you won't be able to say that by the time you catch your bus home at eight o'clock tonight! Now, you can make this easy on yourself or hard, I'm going to fuck you either way, we'll both enjoy the easy way but I'll still enjoy the hard way as well!"

He yanked his hands down, ripping the dressing gown out of my hands and exposing my body. I was dragged, naked, to the bed and thrown onto the bed, Tony pinned me to the bed as he took his shirt off. I was held down watching as he stripped off totally. His cock looked massive, the head of his cock was deep purple, almost bruised looking and all down his shaft he had blue, angry looking veins sticking out and crisscrossing the length of his cock. He forced his knees between my legs and knelt looking down at my body.

"Have you ever touched a boy's cock before?"

I nodded my head, "Your boyfriend's cock or your father's?"

I pulled a face at the thought of touching my father's cock, "Don't look like that, the first cock a girl touches is often her father's cock."

"Just a boy at school!" I whispered weakly.

"Did you wank him off?"

I shook my head, "Just played with him a little bit."

Tony reached back and lifted my knees, pulling my legs up and pushing my knees against my ribs, almost folding my in half, he lowered his body, his balls were resting against my pussy and the head of his cock was touching my belly button, his lubricant dribbling into my navel, "If I have to fuck you hard you can see just how far I can force my cock into you!"

I looked down at his cock pressing against my abdomen; as soon as he saw me looking down he pulled his hips back, drawing a snail's trail of lubricant down over my abdomen and pubic mound. He let his cock slip over the roundness of my mound and slid down over my pussy lips, he stabbed wildly at my lower body, the head of his cock crashed into my magic button causing pain and pleasure combined, his second stab went to a much darker place that just gave me pain as he crashed into it.

"It's up to you Sarah, I can try and find my own way in or you can take control and aim it where you'd prefer it to go but if you leave it up to me I'll push it all the way in whatever hole it starts off in, I don't mind either way."

I closed my eyes, reached down between my legs and took a hold of his massive cock, he was no Paul Gamble and that was for sure, Paul's cock was a chipolata compared to Tony's salami.

"Stop! If you're here with me, be here with me, open your eyes right now and look at what you're doing!"

I opened my eyes, I had to keep this man sweet, I would need my money back from him so that I could buy my bus ticket for the eight o'clock bus back home and believe me, I was going back home as soon as I could, no matter what my parents said or did after I got there, it wouldn't be as bad as this. I aimed his cock at my vagina and he eased forward, instead of his cock entering my body he pushed me up the bed.

"If I thought that you did that deliberately I'd be forced to punish you!"

"I didn't, you're too big to get in me, it's not my fault!"

"Your fault or not, you don't leave here until I've had my fun with you so make up your mind that you are going to help me get in...RIGHT!"

I jumped at his sudden sharp tone, to that point he'd been calm and measured, his tone had almost encouraged me to want to do stuff for him but the sudden change frightened me. Tony shuffled his knees to get himself back into the optimal position between my thighs. This time when he leaned in to me I used both hands, one to guide his cock in to me and the other to try and open my vagina up for him. Tony helped me as well, he pressed down on my legs, gripping them tightly so that he couldn't push my body up the bed.

The tip of his cock forced its way between my pussy lips; just a fraction of an inch but the pain was enough, I wanted him to stop, I was trying to push his body away from mine.

"You don't want me to stop Sarah. If I do we'll just have to go through it all again tomorrow!"

"You said that you'd take me back to the bus station for the eight o'clock bus!"

"Only after I've fucked you, not until I've had my pleasure!"

I took a deep breath and stopped pushing back, he leaned in again, I screamed out in pain as the head of his cock ploughed into my cunt, just one inch of his eight or nine inches were inside me and it felt like he was trying to split me in two. Tony stopped pushing and let me calm down a little, I had been distracted when I screamed, music started playing in the room above my head, it was loud enough to drown out any noise I was making but not quite enough to make the neighbours call the police over noise pollution.

Tony laughed, he said, "You can scream and shout as much as you like down here, little microphones in the ceiling are set to trigger the music system in the house when sound levels down here go over eighty decibels."

Tony leaned over and picked up his trousers and found his smart phone in the back pocket, he turned the phone so I could see the screen, there was a text that read. 'Sound alarm activated 14:22 pm today!'

Tony turned the phone back to face him and his thumbs flashed over the keypad and the sound went off just as quickly as it had started. All the time that Tony was playing with his phone his cock was resting inside my cunt, just the head but the pain had at least gone away for the time being.

"Sarah, you know when you have a plaster on your arm, do you pull it off slowly or do you get someone else to rip it off for you quickly?"

I was confused, what was he asking me about plasters at a time like this for? I shook my head, "Well, I guess that I usually prefer it to be just pulled off quickly!"

"Yes, me too, it's the same with anything that's painful, better to just get it over with as quickly as possible!"

His words were slowly working their way through the mist of confusion in my head when Tony threw his weight down on top of me and the music above started all over again, this time I was screaming and swearing at the top of my voice for a full five minutes as his cock jumped from just one inch in me to all of it in me in an instant.

I was wriggling and fighting him, trying to kick my way out from under him but he held me in place until I stopped fighting. I was still sobbing when he pulled back and five inches of his cock slipped out of my body, his cock had changed from a delicate shade of pink to a bright red rod with a brown ring close to his balls. I panicked all over again when I realised that the red was my blood and the brown was dried blood acting as a tide mark, showing me just how deep he had managed to throw his cock into me in one shove.

Tony let me run through my panic and then, as soon as I calmed down, he started fucking me, after twenty minutes the pain dulled into the background and suddenly I went off like a rocket, my first ever deep vaginal orgasm and my first orgasm at the hand of another person.

Tony let me run through my own orgasm before he finished off in me, he fell against my body, he bit down into my collar bone as he jerked through his own orgasm. I felt his body jerk and then I felt warmth spreading through my lower body as his semen left his cock and filled my womb. He laid on top of me for a full five minutes before he finally stopped biting my neck and pushed his body up off of mine. I looked down, there was an arc of blood emanating from my cunt and spreading out in an arch away from my body, it looked like a gallon of blood to me but Tony assured me that it was hardly an eggcup full.

I was dragged over to the door, I looked at it in the light, there was no keyhole in the door which confused me and Tony was naked, no keys, in his hands, just my wrist. Tony reached for a small keypad at the side of the door, the kind that they used on burglar alarms, "Look away!"

I looked towards the bloodstained bed and there was a clunk and the door sprang open an inch, Tony pulled the door open and he pulled me down the passageway to the shower room. My clothes were all missing, I'd spread them out evenly over the heated towel rail when I took them off to dry and now, in their place were two bath towels.

"Sit on the bidet and wash the blood out of your cunt!"

I'd never used a bidet before and Tony had to show mw how to use it to wash the insides of my body out, "Every time you have sex it is your job to come here and use the bidet to clean yourself out. If you think you smell take a shower as well, you get at least fifteen minutes between customers and there's plenty of towels around."

After there was no more blood mixed in with the cold water that Tony was spraying into my cunt he pulled me onto my feet and into the shower cubicle, 'What did he mean when he said "You get at least fifteen minutes between customers?" I wondered to myself as he made me wash him under the warm water in the shower.

We dried ourselves and we walked back into the bedroom, I was surprised to find that there was no longer any blood on the bottom sheet, in fact, the sheet looked freshly laundered, there was also a bowl of steaming stew and a chunk of granary bread on a tray sitting on top of the bedside cabinet.

"You've been a good girl so you get a nice bowl of beef stew to eat, just keep being good and I'll keep feeding you."

Something about that statement didn't chime right with me, as I ate the stew I repeated his words over and over again to myself as Tony got dressed.

"Have you ever sucked a boy's cock Sarah?"

I almost choked on my mouthful of stew; I just wasn't used to men coming out with statements like that. I shook my head. Tony went back over to the bedroom door; he looked back at me to make sure that I wasn't watching as he typed in the number to unlock the door. He opened the door, he didn't actually go out of the room, he just reached out and pulled a trolley into the room before closing the door again. That was strange, there hadn't been a trolley out there five minutes earlier when we came out of the shower! There was a small TV and a DVD player on the trolley, Tony plugged the TV and DVD player into a socket in the wall, "I'm sure that you know how to work a DVD player. Watch the film as often as you like, the girl was the last runaway I found at Victoria bus station, she's been here just over a week now and she's settling in very well! Watch the videos closely, I'll expect you to do everything you see her doing before you get your next meal!"

Tony left me alone with the TV, I started the film playing, the film opened with a young girl and Tony, both of them very naked. The girl looked even younger than me, her chest was totally flat where my breasts had just started to develop shape and mass, her fanny was totally hairless as well where mine had started to get a covering of downy hair. She managed to get the head of Tony's cock in her mouth with difficulty in the first scene and then the screen went blank. The second scene was the same girl and Tony again, Tony was naked and the girl was wrapped in the dressing gown that I'd worn earlier after I took off my wet clothes.

"Are you hungry girl?"

The girl was snivelling as she nodded her head. Tony slapped her face, "What are the rules?"

The girl was crying now but she tried to sniff back the tears, "If you take the trouble to ask me a question then I have to answer you correctly!"

"Okay then, don't make me correct you again, now, are you hungry girl?"

"Yes sir!"

"Did I give you any food yesterday?"

"No sir!"

"Why didn't I give you any food yesterday?"

The girl sniffed back her tears again, "Because I couldn't perform oral sex on you properly sir."

"And when will I feed you next?"

"After I've pleased you correctly with my mouth sir."

"Good girl, are you ready to suck my cock now?"

The girl nodded her head and then she corrected herself, "Yes sir I am."

The girl tried really hard to suck Tony's cock, she managed to get about half of his cock into her mouth but couldn't get it all in. The girl kept trying but eventually Tony gave up and pulled his cock away from her, "You haven't watched the video carefully enough have you, watch them all again, watch them all day if you need to, I'll be back tomorrow, if you want to eat tomorrow you'd better get all of my cock in your mouth next time...remember what happened when you said that I couldn't get my cock in your cunt?"

The girl suddenly looked terrified, "Can you tell the camera what happened?"

The girl mumbled something, "Come along girl, I taught you better than that, what happened?"

The girl sniffed back a tear, "You didn't give me any food for three days."

"What else happened?"

"You sent men in to do it to me."

"Can you remember how many men?"

"No, I can't remember how many."

"Was it more than ten men?"

"Yes."

"Was it more than twenty men?"

"I don't remember."

"But you remember that I told you that you'd be able to take my cock in your cunt and you could, couldn't you?"

The girl nodded her head and said, "Yes sir."

"Remember, if I can't get all of my cock in your mouth tomorrow I'll be calling my friends in to help me again like last time."

The girl looked terrified again and the screen went black. I thought the film was over but the screen opened up again, the girl was naked and she was lying on the bed that I was fucked on moments earlier, the same bed in the same room, she was on her back with her head over the edge of the bed, I froze the screen and looked at the girl, I imagined where I would have to be if I was filming that scene, I looked up at the ceiling and saw at the side of the light fitting, a small black circle, looked like there was a camera hidden in the light fitting.

I pressed play again and watched as Tony fed his cock into the girl's mouth, he just seemed to keep going, the girl coughed and choked, "Do you want me to stop?"

The girl shook her head and as she shook it Tony slipped further into her mouth, suddenly the film changed to a better quality and the lens was much closer to the girl, as Tony pulled his cock out of her mouth I could see her throat getting thinner and as he pushed back in I saw it expand again. I could almost see Tony's cockhead as it slipped further and further down the girl's throat, I followed it almost to her collarbone. Tony fucked the girl's throat until he climaxed and he pulled his cock out.

"Good girl, you can have some food now, tomorrow we'll start on anal sex!"

The film ended at that point and as I turned the DVD player off it dawned on me slowly that Tony had held that girl for at least six days and they were going to start the next phase of her training on the seventh day, he'd shown me the video so that I could see exactly what I needed to do next time Tony visited me but what he'd actually shown me was that there was little or no chance of my catching the eight o'clock bus back home tonight.

I ran to the window and threw open the curtains, all I could see behind the curtains was wallpaper, there wasn't actually any window in that wall at all, it was just a flat, plastered brick wall. I knocked against the wall all the way along; there was no hollow section, just solid masonry all the way across. I jumped over to the door, there was something in the back of my mind, a crime stoppers program or something...I suddenly remembered, most people with house alarms used one of four numbers to set their alarms or turn them off. The most common numbers in the UK were, 1066, 1963, 1966 and 1977. The battle of Hastings, The assassination of JFK, England winning the World Cup and the death of Elvis Presley, all significant dates in history.

I punched in all four numbers but nothing happened. The keypad didn't help one little bit, usually on keypads they beep when you press the buttons, they chirp when you get things right and growl when things go wrong but Tony's keypad was totally silent. The door suddenly sprang open and Tony was standing there, his mobile phone in his hand, he showed me the screen, the message.

'Door alarm:

illegal keypad entry:

1066

1963

1966

1977'