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Kimberly's innocent sexual adventure becomes a nightmare as she discovers what her asshole boyfriend has done to her.

Kimberly was in the mood to do something wild.  Or maybe just
something just a little bit different.  If she wanted something wild,
she was sure her boyfriend John would be more than happy to help.  In
fact, she was annoyed at how eager he was.  She knew what John wanted,
and because of that, she didn't want him to be any part of this.  Just
her, and just a little more than she would normally do.  No pressure
from John.  She had had enough of that.
Of course, John had been better lately.  She appreciated that.  But
she still didn't trust him.  Even though she could now say "what would
you like to do tonight?" without getting his usual response, she
didn't want to know what would happen if she showed interest in the
subject with which he was obsessed.  Better to explore a bit on her
own, she thought.  Just by herself.
Ok, maybe one other person.  But she didn't know him, and they
wouldn't actually do anything.  Just a few minutes ignoring his
existence, and it would be over.  Besides, she was already in the back
room looking through the selection.  He had seen her go in; he already
knew what he was going to know.  If she didn't get something, she'd
look even worse.  She had gone in here so she couldn't back out.  And
now she was going to enjoy the experience.  And here she was wasting
time trying to convince herself of that.
If she waited too long, someone else would come in.  She concentrated
at the task at hand.  It was easier, since most of what she saw made
her stomach turn.  As she tried hard not to see the girls with
watermelon tits wearing cum as if it were facial cream, her eyes fell
on a video with a white cover.  No pictures, just "Her First Time"
printed on the front in medium sized black letters.
Strangely appropriate, she thought, as she picked it up, hesitated
slightly before walking out into the store, and placed it on the
counter with her video card and a five.  As she did her best to appear
completely uninterested, he handed her her change.  She heard him add,
"I thought I recognized you.  Enjoy."  Somewhat offended, she stormed
out of the store, her objective in hand.
Things were much more comfortable at home where there was no one to
bother her.  She had two roommates, but they both went home every
weekend, so she always had some time to herself, and she enjoyed that.
She pulled the drapes closed, shutting herself in from the outside
world.  Quietly, she slid the tape into the VCR, and it whirred
happily in appreciation.
After a brief title screen, the video faded to a edgy 40-ish
attractive man sitting on a bed.  The stiff and somewhat forced
dialogue began: "Gentlemen, we have a special treat today.  A genuine
never-been-fucked virgin will be deflowered for your viewing pleasure.
In order to bring this treat to you, we had to resort to some
unconventional tactics."
"A psychotherapist friend of mine has helped us track down an ideal
candidate for hypnosis.  According to her boyfriend, she also happens
to be quite the ice queen and he all his best attempts to get in her
pants have failed.  We've spent the afternoon relaxing her and
preparing her under the guise of one of her regularly scheduled
sessions, and her boyfriend has agreed to trade her virginity in
exchange for some 'improvements' to her behavior."
The man's gaze drifted off-screen to the left.  "Would you please come
join me here on the bed?"  A lovely young girl dressed in a blue top
and denim shorts walked into view, and sat down shyly beside the man
as he put his arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze.
Kimberly's jaw virtually hit the ground as she recognized the girl:
herself.
Her mind raced as she quickly hit the stop button.  "This can't be
happening," she thought.  She found it impossible to believe that John
and her therapist had betrayed her.  But no matter how hard her mind
fought to rationalize away what must have happened, the visual
evidence was impossible to ignore.  How else could she be on that
tape?  She briefly played a few seconds more, just to convince herself
it was her, but there was no possibility of mistake.
What could she do, she wondered?  Only one thing was clear.  Without a
memory of the event, she had to know what had happened to her.  She
had to watch the rest of the tape.  Slowly, she composed herself, and
pressed play.
Things moved slowly at first ... some pleasantries, inquiries about
her age, what she had done with boys (virtually nothing), whether she
masturbated (a shaky yes followed by an immediate blush) ... leading
to an "Ok!" which signaled a shift in the conversation.  "Would you
please remove your top for us and show us your lovely teenage tits?"
came the request.  The bluntness of the request hit her brain like a
hammer as she watched helplessly.  She certainly never referred to her
boobs that way, and was very offended by such language in general.
Her onscreen double appeared similarly pained, but dutifully complied,
reaching down and pulling her top up over her head revealing a very
conservative white bra.  "The bra as well," the man continued, sliding
one hand up and down the side of her body in anticipation.
Slowly, she reached back, unhooked her bra, and let it slide down over
her shoulders.  Her small, pink nipples stood out prominently on her
lovely small, firm breasts.  The man's hand slid up from curve of her
hip where it had been resting across her flat stomach and chest and
began gauging the weight and firmness of her breasts.  "They'll bounce
quite nicely when I'm fucking her, don't you think Jeff?" asked the
man, addressing someone off-screen.  "Quite nicely, I'm sure, Ed.  Why
don't you suck on her tits a bit and see if you can get a reaction out
of her?"
Ed leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking
on it.  A shiver ran through her body.  Jeff's voice came again,
"You're back to your normal self now, Kimberly, but you can't move a
muscle."
As she watched, she could see the look of shock in her face.  "Please
don't do this to me.  Please stop."  She saw a tear roll down her face
as Ed ignored her and kept sucking on her tit, fondling the other one
with his other hand.
"That feels really good, Kimberly, you can't control yourself and you
want more."
She started moving again.  Ed's hand wandered down to her shorts,
unsnapping them, his fingertips sinking down into them as he caressed
her tender flesh.
"Oh God," she gasped.  Wrapping her arms around Ed's head, she held
him in place while he ran his mouth all over her tit.  When he bit
down on her nipple, she let out a sigh, and moaned.
Jeff chuckled, "You can't move much, Kimberly, but next time he does
that, it's going to hurt like a bitch."
She kept squirming as he licked around her nipple, making it nice and
hard.  When he bit down this time, he didn't let go for a second or
two.  She screamed in pain while she held his head against her breast.
"You're a complete slut, Kimberly, you fuck a different guy every
night and you desperately want Ed to fuck you."
She pulled him up from her chest, and started kissing him passionately
as she leaned back and pulled him on top of her onto the bed.  Her
hands went to her hips, and she urgently pushed her shorts and
underwear down her legs and kicked them off.
"That's good, honey, spread your legs for us like a good little slut,"
she heard as her legs opened up and the camera zoomed in for a shot so
detailed that it might make her next visit to her gynocologist
unnecessary.  A little trail of moisture showed her body was ready.
"How could guys get turned on by this," she thought as she watched.
"It's so degrading."  The thought of hundreds of men masturbating
while watching this brought a tear to her eye.
"Ok, Kimberly, you're yourself again, you're a shy little virgin who
is about to get fucked and can't do anything about it."
She lay there self-consciously on the bed while Ed stripped.  Climbing
on top of her, he leaned forward to make sure the camera had a good
view of his hard dick positioned right at the edge of her virgin
hole.  Kimberly cringed as she watched Ed shove his dick into her.
She watched as she squirmed and pleaded, "you're hurting me," as Ed
started sliding in and out of her, bringing his hips down hard as he
buried his dick deep inside her.  She saw herself relax a bit as she
adjusted to the sensation of getting fucked.
Alone in her living room, she wondered how it felt.  It wasn't fair
that she had lost her virginity, but still had no idea what sex was
like.  Sliding down her sweat-pants, she ran a finger along her lips,
getting herself a little moist.  She usually kept her panties on when
she masturbated; she was still a bit uncomfortable about the idea of
getting her juices on her fingers, and she liked the feeling of the
thin fabric rubbing her clit.  She just rubbed her clit; she had never
dared to put a finger inside of herself.  Wanting to know what it was
like to be penetrated, this time she carefully positioned a finger at
the entrance to her hole, and pushed.
She was surprised how easily it slid in.  She felt the warm silky
wetness of her insides, and the firm tightness of her hole as her
muscles contracted around her finger.  Every time she moved it, it
felt wonderful.  She looked back up at the screen where she was
getting vigorously fucked.  It seemed as she watched that she couldn't
help herself; she was wrapping her arms and legs around Ed and pulling
him deeper into her.
She knew her finger was nowhere near as thick as that dick that had
fucked her.  Carefully, she slipped another finger into herself.  She
could feel herself stretching to accommodate it.  She looked at her
other hand.  Two fingers still wasn't very realistic.  She carefully
inserted a third.  She felt her muscles instinctively clench around
her fingers as she felt them being stretched beyond what she had
imagined was possible.  The sensation was exquisite.  She spread her
legs and drove her fingers deep inside herself, feeling a wave of
pleasure run through her as she felt her knuckles slip past her tight
band of muscle.  Frantically, she fucked herself silly with her
fingers, enjoying the feeling of them sliding quickly in and out of
her hole and not even thinking about the fact they were now soaked
with her juices.  The strongest orgasm of her life took her, and she
collapsed with her fingers still stuffed inside of her between her
closed legs.
She glanced back at the TV.  They had her up on top of Ed now, facing
the camera.  Her tits were bouncing as she slid up and down on his
firm pole, her light pubic hair and spread legs doing little to
obscure the view of him sliding in and out of her tight hole.  All of
a sudden, Ed pushed her off to the side and the camera zoomed in as he
brought his dick up near her face.  Making loud noises, he stroked his
cock as he shot stream after stream of cum across her face.  "Oh, yeah,
that was good."
"Lick the cum of your face like a good little slut, Kimberly, it
tastes wonderful."
She watched in horror as her tongue snaked out of her mouth, finding
the cum that streaked across her chin.  She brought her fingers up,
wiping her face off and then licking them clean.  Soon she was
hungrily sucking on Ed's cock, getting the last of the cum and tasting
her juices.  
The screen faded to black, and soon she saw herself sitting, fully
dressed, on the couch with John and her therapist.  There was a blank
look on her face as she stared off into space.
"Now, when I say 'Xanadu', you will wake up and go home with John and
you won't remember anything we did today.  And from now on, whenever
John says 'Xanadu', you will be his willing sex slave and do whatever
he tells you.  Understand?"
"Yes," she heard herself say.
Her therapist smiled.  "Xanadu.  Ok, John, that's it.  Good luck with
your new girlfriend; she shouldn't give you any more problems."
The look on John's face as he eyed her sent a chill running down her
spine.  Kimberly shut off the tape and cried.

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