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Coming of Age  (epilogue)
by terri_madison@hotmail.com
Date: 4/21/00 









After carefully checking traffic, Michelle Martin 
pulled the car away from the curb.  She drove around 
her block once, in a "look at me, I'm driving a car!" 
gesture, before heading out onto County Line Road.  
Gradually, she increased speed until she reac
hed the posted limit of 45 miles per hour.  Feeling 
slightly warm, she rolled the window down and let the 
spring breeze blow through her blonde hair.

The 16-year old felt free...the kind of freedom that 
one feels only when handed the keys for the first time, 
and pulling out of the driveway behind the wheel of the 
family car, with no nervous parent coaching and 
fretting in the passenger seat.  This time, Michelle
was going solo, because today Michelle had gotten her
license.  

Michelle checked her watch.  She had plenty of time 
till cheerleader practice, so as the sun sank toward 
the west, the teen just drove, enjoying the feeling.  
She drove away all the anxiety surrounding the semester 
exams she was facing at school.  Drove away all the 
stress of being the co-captain of the cheerleading squad.
Most of all, she drove away from the increasingly 
strained relationship between herself and her older
sister.

Kellie was 18, and was the oldest.  Over the years, 
she'd always been a loving, protecting older sister.  
Until recently.  

It had started around the time that Kellie had dropped 
out of high school, about two years earlier, to take up 
a full-time job as a secretary down at the mill.  It 
had gotten worse around the time that Michelle had 
began to take interest in boys, within the past year.
Kellie had been openly hostile toward any guy Michelle 
would bring home to introduce to the family.  The two 
girls had had a huge fight about it one night, with 
Kellie breaking down and sobbing, "I'm just trying to 
protect you...someday you'll understand..."  She'd 
then apologized...but the cold behavior had continued.

And in recent weeks, it had been worse.  As Michelle 
practiced for her driver's test, Kellie had refused to 
help in any way.  Today, when she had come home, 
Michelle had excitedly gone into the house, waving the 
laminated driver's license--still slightly
 warm--to show her older sister.  But Kellie had only 
mumbled something incoherent, and gone to her bedroom.  
WHY couldn't her sister just be happy for her? Michelle 
wondered as she drove.  She'd never figure her sister 
out.

The answer, as it turned out, was closer than she could 
imagine.

The teenager wasn't worried when she saw one of the 
town's two police cruisers approaching in the rearview 
mirror.  All the same, she checked her speedometer.  
Still at exactly 45 miles an hour.  The police car 
pulled up right behind Michelle and paced her.

Now she was getting nervous.  Had she failed to use her 
signal properly, back in town?  Or what if the 
policeman thought that she'd been drinking?  It didn't 
help that the police car was now following about three 
feet behind the family station wagon, and
 she could see the driver speaking into his CB 
microphone.  She'd be in deep trouble if she were to be 
given a ticket the very first time she was driving on 
her own!

The pretty blonde almost didn't see the pickup truck 
parked by the side of the road, just over the shoulder.  
But her newly acquired, sharp driving skills took over, 
and she slowed accordingly as she approached the 
vehicle.  Having been taught by Mr. Kinley, her 
driver's ed teacher, to be prepared for anything, 
Michelle wasn't surprised when the driver's side door 
opened suddenly, and she immediately moved over to 
allow for the open door as she passed.  

As she moved back into her lane, Michelle glanced into 
the rearview again.  The cop was still following...and 
now his red, white and blue lights were flashing.  
Surprised, she eased the station wagon over to the 
shoulder of the road.  What did I do? she 
wondered.

The policeman strolled up to her car.  Michelle 
recognized him.  It was Jed McClain, the deputy 
sheriff.  She also knew him because her family, the 
Martins, had been involved in a feud with the McClains 
for as long as anyone could remember.  

But Michelle had no beef with the McClains personally.  
She thought it was dumb for the two families to have 
been fighting for so long, over issues which, in all 
likelihood, didn't even exist anymore.

Leaning out the window, she addressed Jed calmly.  "Is 
there a problem, officer?"  She spoke with the respect 
that she'd been taught to show to all elders--even the 
ones her family had despised for generations.

"I need you to step out of the car, miss.  Over here."  
Michelle opened her door and got out.  She felt rather 
conspicuous in her blue and white cheerleader outfit, 
and felt Jed's eyes on her tush as she walked over to 
the front of the police car.

"I don't understand.  I wasn't speeding, sir," she 
intoned in an innocent voice.  "If I did something 
wrong, I'm sorry, this is my first time--" 

"No, that won't be for about another two hours," Jed 
remarked, so softly that Michelle was sure she hadn't 
heard him correctly.

"What?  Sir, did I forget to signal back--" Michelle 
began.  Jed "shush"ed her.

"Miss, 'fraid I'm going to have to give you a 
ticket...."  Tearing a yellow citation off of his 
clipboard, he handed it to her.  When she read the 
offense, she nearly dropped the ticket, she was so 
shocked.  In block letters, Jed had written:  "FAILURE 
TO SHOW CLEVAGE TO ARRESTING OFFICER."

This was obviously a joke.  "Sir--that's not funny."

"It's dead serious, miss.  I'm 'fraid it also carries a 
very *stiff* penalty."  Jed was lewdly eyeing the young 
cheerleader's figure.

"Sir, you can't pull me over for...for something like 
that..."

Jed appeared to think this over.  "No, you're prob'ly 
right, miss..."

"If you don't mind, I'm going to be going now."  
Michelle turned--and came face to face with the two men 
who had been driving the pickup truck.  She now 
recognized them as Don and Jeff McClain...two of Jed's 
younger siblings.  They moved to block her pat
h.

"Hey!  Excuse me..." Michelle challenged boldly, 
careful to hide the growing fear she felt.  But they 
wouldn't let her by.

"I do believe she's resisting arrest," Jed said softly.

"Shure looks that way," Jeff agreed, giving Michelle a 
powerful shove onto the hood of Jed's patrol car.  
Before she fully knew what was happening, Jed had 
rolled her over and had handcuffed her.  

"HEY...STOP IT....YOU CAN'T DO THIS..." Michelle 
screamed.

"C'mon, hurry up.  Don, get her car." Jeff and Jed 
forced the struggling Michelle into the back seat of 
the police cruiser.  Jeff climbed in with her.  

"Hey...what's going on?  Where are you taking me?" 
Michelle demanded from the back.  "Please....I'm...I'm 
supposed to be at practice..."

"Oh...we're taking you to 'practice', all right..." Jed 
teased.

"What do you mean?  Where are you taking me?" she 
insisted.

They ignored her.  "This one's gonna be fun....even 
better'n her sister, I'll bet," Jeff remarked.

"Hey...WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT???  YOU LEAVE MY 
SISTER ALONE!!!!" Michelle screamed.

Jed looked in the rearview.  "Hell...we've been havin' 
our way with that slut sister of yourn for the past two 
years.  We ain't about to change that now...."

"Wh-what do you mean?" Michelle asked, frightful.  But 
Jeff and Jed wouldn't say any more.  Instead, Jeff 
occupied himself with Michelle's chest, kneading her 
small breasts through the material of her outfit.  

"You any good at using your mouth on a man's dick?" 
Jeff said in her ear.

"I don't do that," Michelle whispered hoarsely.

Jeff slapped her across the face.  Tears came to her 
eyes.  "Bitch.  You *do* whatever I tell you to do.  
And right now, we're going to have a little fun with 
your mouth." Jeff unzipped his jeans and pulled them 
down.  Michelle eyed his stiff 6-inch memb
er warily.

"Please...don't...." she begged in a barely audible 
whisper.  By way of response, Jeff placed his hand on 
the back of her head and pulled her in.  The tip of his 
shaft bumped against her lips, but she kept them 
tightly pursed.  Jeff grabbed her by the hair, pulled 
her head back, and slapped her across the face again, 
harder this time.

He looked directly into her tear-filled troubled eyes.  
"You're gonna suck my dick...and you're gonna love it."  

This time, when he pulled her head down on him, she 
opened her mouth and let him in.

Of course, she had no idea what to do.  Jeff pulled her 
off of him and slapped her on three separate occasions, 
for dragging her teeth.  Eventually he just held the 
young cheerleader's head and fucked her mouth as she 
sobbed and sniffled.  Please, let this be all they're 
going to do to me, she prayed silently.  

"Oh man," Jeff panted, "her mouth is so tight..."  He 
humped her face even faster.

"Is that right?" Jed asked from the driver's seat.  "I 
might just have to try for myself."

"Well...I'm gonna...be done...real soon..." Jeff 
gasped.  Michelle's eyes grew wide--she knew what was 
coming.  She tried to pull away but Jeff only held her 
head more firmly.  

Please, not in my mouth, she thought.  "MMMMF MMMMMM 
MMMM MMMMMM...." she protested as he pistoned his cock 
deep in her mouth.  This only had the effect of 
exciting and stimulating him more, and he immediately 
let loose with a spurt of his slimy stuff.  
As squirt after squirt poured into Michelle's young, 
innocent mouth, she had a choice: swallow it, or gag on 
it.  Shutting her eyes in revulsion, she swallowed.


The police cruiser made its way down a dirt road, now 
being driven by Jeff, as Jed took his turn with 
Michelle's mouth in the back seat.  They were followed 
by Michelle's station wagon, being driven by Don.  As 
Jed's creamy jism joined the load already in her
belly, they drove up to a farmhouse, which was 
well-lit and surrounded by about half a dozen cars and 
pickup trucks.  Michelle was pulled from the back of 
the police cruiser and led toward the rear of the 
house.

"HEEEEEEELP!!!!!  SOMEBODY HELP UMMMMFFFFFFF!!!" the 
teen was cut off as she was elbowed in the stomach by 
Jeff.

"They'll help ya, all right, miss...but I reckon it 
won't be quite the help you have in mind..." Jed 
taunted as Michelle doubled over, gasping for breath.  
The deputy sheriff kicked her in the ass.  "Come on, 
get moving.  'less you'd rather we got Amy an
d Kylie out here instead?"

Michelle's heart froze.  Amy and Kylie were her two 
younger sisters.  But Amy was just 12...and Kylie 
wasn't even 8 yet!  They wouldn't...!  All the same, 
she hurriedly got to her feet, pleading.  "Look, I 
don't know what you want...but please leave my 
family alone.  Just let me go, and I promise I won't 
tell anyone...."

Nevertheless, she was led up a short flight of steps 
and into the house.  They shoved her through an empty 
kitchen and into a small bedroom, which was empty 
except for an old cot and a large screen television.  
Ignoring her demands to know what was going
 to happen to her, the three men laid her on the cot, 
tying her firmly to it.  

"Hey...what are you...what are you going to do to me?"

Jed worked a small remote control.  The word PLAY 
appeared in bright green letters on the TV screen.

"We've got a little instructional movie here for you, 
miss.  Should explain everything real clear."  And he 
turned and followed the others from the room.

"Hey....HEY!!!  I'M NOT WATCHING ANY MOVIE UNTIL YOU 
TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!!  I'M CLOSING MY EYES...I'M 
NOT WATCHING IT!!!!!"  Michelle squeezed her eyes 
tightly shut in defiance.

And opened them in shock a second later, as she heard 
the voice of her own sister coming from the TV.


Kellie was very different looking on the tape.  
Younger...this recording had obviously been made when 
Kellie was Michelle's age.  The date, stamped at the 
bottom of the video screen by the camcorder, confirmed 
this.

Kellie...the Kellie on the tape...looked very 
frightened.  Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red 
from crying, and an ugly bruise was forming just below 
one of her eyes.  She told us she had to make a sudden 
stop, the first time she took the car out when
 she got her license, Michelle recalled distractedly.  

Kellie spoke.  "Th-this is the Martin f-f-family 
legacy.  The McClain f-family...they own us.  
They....they're going to use m-me as they see f-f-fit.  
And....w-when you c-c-come of age...you too, M-
Michelle.  Amy...too...Kylie...OH DEAR GOD PLEASE...."  
The older sibling erupted into tears, then the 
recording wavered and cut into a shot of a slightly 
more composed Kellie.  More composed...but also with a 
few red handprints across her face. 
"Everything...everything you are about to see on this 
t-tape...t
-they made me do...and they are going to m-make you 
do...make all of us do....and more..."  There was a 
pause; Kellie composed herself while someone off-screen 
gave her instructions.  "They...um...they're going to 
use me...w-whenever they want...and if I d-don't...
they'll use y-you, M-M-michelle...and Amy 
and K-k-ky-"  Her voice broke completely and she hung 
her head crying.  Another figure moved into the range 
of the camera and smacked her a good one across the 
face, and whispered to her.  For a moment
, she 

Then the figure turned and headed off camera, remarking 
"OK then, bring the next one here...Michelle, isn't it?  
Or maybe the youngun first...Kylie, ain't it?" 

That set Kellie off, screaming.  
"No....NO....wait...please don't...."  With a tortured, 
utterly beaten expression on her face, she looked into 
the camera.  "T-the M-m-m-martin...Martin...g-
girls....are wh-whores...our j-job...is...is...to s-s-
serve the 
M-mcClains...a-a-and...t-the whole...t-t-
town....and...anyone...anyone else w-who w-wants us."  
A hushed suggestion was directed to her from off-
screen.  "Enjoy the show," Kellie cried as she broke 
down completely.

Then, as a horrified Michelle watched, her sister's 
narrative faded from the screen, and the "highlight 
reel" began.

Cut to:  Kellie on the very same cot on which her 
younger sister now lay bound and helpless, with the 
three McClain brothers each taking advantage of an 
opening.  Numerous others, several of them people whom 
the Martins know and trust, standing around th
e bed, waiting their turn.  Kellie's cries of pain, 
muffled by the blowjob she is giving.  Fade out.

Cut to:  The basement of Kellie and Michelle's own 
home.  Kellie, nude, her hands cuffed together and hung 
from a beam in the ceiling, her toes barely touching 
the cement floor.  Jed and Don McClain, their sister 
Becky, and a few of her friends, taking turns whipping 
the unfortunate girl's ass, back, belly, tits, and legs 
with a leather buggy whip.  When Kellie dares to cry 
out in pain, Becky taunts her, "Go ahead and scream...
maybe you'll wake up one of your baby sisters, and 
they'll come down and see what all the noise is!"  
Kellie's fight to keep from screaming...

Cut to:  Kellie at a party, at which she is the only 
female present.  She is the "guest of honor", and has 
quite clearly been "honored" by each of the 30-odd men 
in the room, who have covered every inch of her body in 
jism.  The camera zooms in for a close-up of her 
spooge-drenched face, and she forces a phony smile, 
opening her mouth to let more of the cum ooze out and 
down her chin.  "Mmmm I love cum, this slut needs more 
cum, please!" she intones, in an airheaded voice, and 
is immediately surrounded by volunteers...

Cut to:  Kellie strapped to a workout bench.  Mr. 
Kinley, the high school's home ec, shop, and driver's 
ed teacher, stands over her, wearing a pair of 
insulated gloves and holding a power cord, which has 
been cut and the leads stripped bare.  He shocks t
he helpless girl's breast and she grits her teeth, 
unable to even cry until Mr. Kinley takes the leads 
away.  "Please..." she gasps.  She is asked to repeat 
what she is being punished for.  "I d-d-didn't....
didn't...a-a-a-act l-l-like I w-was e-e-enjoy-e
njoying g-g-getting m-my ass f-fucked...p-please...I
l-l-l-love it...I'm your f-fucktoy...NO PLEASE NO NO" 
(ZAP)

Cut to:  Kellie entertaining seven men at once.  One in 
her mouth...one in each hand...and two each in her 
pussy and her ass.

Cut to:  Kellie at the doctor's office, on all fours on 
the exam table, her face buried in Becky McClain's 
crotch while Dr. Ross, the town doctor (who has been 
the Martins' family practitioner, and delivered all 
four of the Martin girls) mounts her doggy
-style from behind....

Cut to:  Kellie on the sofa in her own living room, 
peanut butter being spread all over her shaven pussy, 
then Jeff leading the Martins' family pet Doberman in.  
Kellie lying there in utter humiliation as the dog 
licks her, until Jed menacingly reminds her
that as a slut, it's her job to enjoy ANYTHING 
that's done to her.  Kellie's subsequent moans and 
screams of "OH YES....I LOVE IT..." through her teeth, 
tightly gritted together in the false smile which she 
has now almost perfected...yet her eyes stil
l reflect the torture haunting her soul, as she 
shamefully realizes that she IS enjoying it....

Cut to:  Jed McClain holding Kellie's head in a large 
bucket of water for nearly two minutes, while Jeff 
fucks her ass.  Kellie finally being allowed to come up 
for air...and her open, gasping mouth immediately 
forced down onto Jeff's slime-covered cock.
..

Cut to:  Kellie tied securely, face down, to a poster-
bed, struggling frantically, her eyes fearfully 
following something off-screen which is getting closer, 
begging for mercy.  A red-hot branding iron, wielded by 
Jed McClain, being applied to her asscheek with
a sickening sizzle which Michelle can almost smell for 
herself.  Close up of Kellie's face, she has mercifully 
blacked out.  Zoom in on her right asscheek, now eternally 
inscripted with the words:  GRADE "A" SLUT 

Cut to:  Kellie at the local diner, on the counter on 
her hands and knees, as Becky sinks her entire forearm, 
inch by inch, up Kellie's rectum.  A throng of people 
cheering her on as Kellie's shrieks momentarily distort 
the audio of the recording...

Cut to:  Kellie at the mall with her "friends", wearing 
an obscenely short black miniskirt which exposes half 
of her asscheeks.  A matching black leather spiked dog 
collar, and the blonde being pulled through the mall on 
a leash.

Cut to:  A day in the McClain barn...which Michelle 
cannot bear to watch.  Nevertheless, the sound of her 
sister's humiliated sobs paint the picture for her all 
too well...

Cut to:  Kellie going solo for the camera, a whorish 
smile pasted on her face as she masturbates with a 
large black dildo.  Looking directly into the camera, 
the pain in her eyes is plainly visible although the 
faked, lewd smile never leaves her face, as
 she whispers, "Mmmmmm look how WET my cunt is! Oh 
Michelle...mmm can't WAIT till you're old enough to EAT 
it for me!"

Eventually Jed came back in and put the TV on "MUTE".  

"Now...are there ANY questions?"

Michelle had one.  "W-why....?"

"Because your family has been screwin' us McClains over 
for generations.  It's our turn to screw."

"Please....Jed...m-my sister and I...we....we didn't do 
any of that!!!"

"Don't matter.  Y'all was born Martins, and this is 
your legacy.  Do you have ANY questions about what will 
happen to Amy and Kylie if you don't do EVERYTHING 
you're told?"

Michelle stared at the TV screen, where Kellie was 
silently being raped by four extremely well-endowed 
black men.  She thought about the possibility of a 12 
or a 7 year old going through such torture.  Neither 
Amy nor Kylie would survive it.

"N-no, Jed."

"Good...."  Jed untied her and took off the handcuffs.  
"Now, let's see what you got."  When Michelle 
hesitated, not understanding, he added, "Your clothes.  
Off!"

Reluctantly, the teen unbuttoned and removed her 
cheerleader outfit.  Underneath she had on a plain 
white bra and panties.  

"Look like you's gonna have to learn how to dress 
proper.  I'm sure Becky and her friends will be glad to 
take you to the mall to check out that Fred'ricks of 
Hollywood."  Shuddering, Michelle recalled the scene 
from the video, where her sister was led a round the 
mall on a leash.  "Ain't that right, Becky?"

The McClain sister entered the room.  "Lord have mercy.  
Look at what a prude we got here.  You's nothin' like 
your sister.  She was wearin' black lace when we took 
her...hell, she practically was beggin' Jed here for 
what she got...right up until he turned her aroun' and 
greased up her ass.  Same like's gonna happen to you," 
she confided to the now petrified Michelle.

On the TV screen, Kellie was at a church picnic, just 
four months ago.  Lying atop a secluded picnic bench, 
her white floral print dress bunched around her waist, 
seven men surrounded her and took turns with her.  Jed 
reached back and switched the TV off, ending the 
display of Kellie's hell.

Michelle's own personal hell, however, was only 
beginning, as all four McClain siblings gathered around 
her, accompanied by several friends.  She couldn't 
believe her eyes, as she surveyed the gathered throng.  
Two members of the town council.  Her drive
r's ed teacher.  The Martins' family doctor.  The 
proprietor of the general store.  The owner of the 
local diner...

All of them surrounded her and got naked.  Only Becky 
McClain remained in the background, and only because 
someone needed to work the video camera.  Michelle was 
forced to her knees at the center of the circle, and 
was frozen with fear.

"Why don't you start by thanking them all for coming?" 
Becky suggested.

"Th-thanks..." Michelle whispered.  

"Now," Becky continued, "word is that our new slave is 
purty lousy when it comes to blowjobs.  Unlike her big 
sister when she joined us..."  Everyone murmured in 
agreement, fondly recalling out loud how Kellie had 
been able to suck the chrome off a Ford 
tailpipe.  "So...we're gonna have a little gauntlet.  
Michelle, you'll stay in the middle of that circle and 
suck EVER' ONE of those hard dicks till they're 
completely satisfied...."

---------

Michelle drove home in a stupor.  She ached terribly 
from the gang rape of her virgin pussy and ass, and her 
jaw hurt from being made to suck so much cock.  The 
McClains had repeatedly assured her that this was only 
the beginning.  Even now, her mind reeled
as she recalled how Jed had explained the way 
things were going to be from now on.  From now on, she 
was a sex slave, just as her older sister was, and just 
as her younger sisters would become as soon as they 
came of age.  Jed had made one thing perfectly
clear, Michelle recalled tearfully.  If she were 
to tell anyone...if she were to try to escape the 
legacy which had been forced upon her and her 
siblings...if she were EVER to fail to do exactly as 
she was told...all bets would be off, and all four
 of the Martin sisters would be collected...and then 
raped and tortured in turn, from youngest to oldest, 
while their siblings watched.  

Michelle would be "permitted" to remain in high school.  
With a new major, however--she'd now be the school 
slut.  No more prim sweaters and dresses.  She'd still 
maintain passing grades--but now, she'd do so by 
earning them with her oral, vaginal and anal
delights.  After all, she'd have no time to study.  
After school, she'd be waitressing down at the Greasy 
Spoon in a nice short pink dress and apron.  After 
that, she'd go out in back with anyone who'd expressed 
an interest to fuck the blonde slut wai
tress, then she would call the McClains for further 
instructions.

After explaining things to Michelle, they'd sat her 
down and made her make a videotaped session for Amy, 
which the girl would watch four years from now when she 
came "of age".  "And she'd better be a virgin when 
she comes to us...it wadn't no fun fucking that
whore sister of yours after she'd already been 
passed around the high school," Jed had said.  "'Cept 
maybe for fuckin' her tits.  They better be cherries 
when they get here," he'd said again. Jed didn't even 
have to explain "or else"--it was all perfectly clear 
at that point. 

She'd stumbled through the making of the video, 
intoning many of the same things Kellie had told her on 
her tape, and wondering how she'd ever be able to look 
at Amy in the same light again...knowing what was in 
store for her.  When she'd finished with the
video, she had been led into the shower where Mr. 
Kinley had been waiting.  "You were great tonight, 
young Michelle," he'd  panted as he'd forced her to a 
kneeling position.  

"Why?" she had asked him, her voice breaking.   She'd 
trusted him; he'd been a kindly, paternal figure, up 
until he'd forced his way into her virgin ass out there 
on the cot.

"Because I wanted a piece of your pretty lil ass, 
sweetheart.  When I had you for driver's ed, I used to 
always smell your seat after you were gone.  Just like 
I did for your big sister...and just like I'll do 
someday for your two other sisters.  Now, I 
wanna try out that sweet lil mouth of yours."

"Mr. Kinley, please...you've been in my...in my 
rear..."  By previous agreement, Mr. Kinley had been 
the first and only man to take Michelle's ass this 
evening, and his cock had been covered with her slime 
and a bit of blood.  "Mr. Kinley...no..."

His voice had taken on a feral tone.  "What did you 
just say to me?"  Then Michelle had remembered the 
electric shock scene from the video, where Mr. Kinley 
had nearly electrocuted Kellie.  Shuddering, she'd 
opened her mouth and taken him in, gagging at 
the awful, unspeakable taste.  As she'd fought to keep 
from choking, he'd imparted the terrific news that he'd 
talked to the school's guidance counselor, and was able 
to get her into three of his classes, plus homeroom.  
Michelle shut her eyes as he described some of the 
"special projects" he had in mind for her in his shop 
class...mostly she'd be constructing implements which 
would be used to assist in her own torture, and that 
of her sisters....

Mr. Kinley had fucked her mouth, then to Michelle's 
horror, he'd wanted her sore, tender ass again, right 
there in the shower.  He'd ordered her to bend over and 
grab her ankles, which the limber cheerleader had had 
no difficulty with.  Then she'd felt the tip of his cock 
at her anal opening, for the second time that evening...

Fortunately, he hadn't lasted long.  After he'd excused 
himself, Michelle had remained in the shower, using a 
dirty bar of soap to clean herself inside and out.  
Nobody had come in to abuse her.  Finally she'd gotten 
out of the shower and made her way back to 
the bedroom, which had also been empty with the 
exception of her cheerleader uniform, neatly laid on 
the cot, with her car keys next to it.  She'd slipped 
the uniform back on (her bra and panties were nowhere 
to be found), collected her keys, and l
eft the farmhouse without further incident.

Now, as Michelle drove the station wagon, getting 
closer and closer to home, her thoughts turned toward 
her sister.  Poor Kellie!  Michelle was finding it hard 
to believe that Kellie had been a sex slave for the 
past two years.  She'd often wondered why 
her sister had suddenly dropped out of school to take a 
menial job, but she'd never have guessed the real 
reason in a million years.  It hurt Michelle, picturing 
the despair, the hurt--the hopelessness!  that Kellie 
must have felt, having to lead a double life,
enduring unspeakable torment in order to 
protect her younger sisters, at the same time knowing 
full well that no matter what she did, the younger 
girls' innocence would nevertheless be brutally ripped 
away as soon as they became young women.  

But now, Kellie no longer had to face this alone, 
Michelle thought.  We're in this together.  Surely we 
can put our heads together and figure out a way to get 
through this.  Her heartbeat quickened and she was now 
accelerating, speeding the car home.  He
r and sis would get this figured out TONIGHT!  Even if 
they all had to pack up and leave town...

A light was on in Kellie's room, she saw as she drove 
up.  No other lights were on.  Michelle let herself 
into the house, and headed straight for her sister's 
room.  There, she found Kellie, sitting up in her bed, 
her face tear-streaked.  She didn't say 
anything, but her eyes said "I'm sorry...I'm so 
sorry..." as they met Michelle's.

The young cheerleader hugged her sister tight.  "Oh 
Kellie...why didn't you t-"

Kellie put a finger to her sister's lips and shushed 
her.  "We're not allowed to talk about it," she said 
softly.  Then, her hands shaking as she burst into 
tears, Kellie followed the instructions she'd been 
given, nearly two years ago.  As quickly as possible,
she undressed her sister, who didn't move or resist in 
any way.  Then, looking over at her dresser to ensure 
that the video camera was rolling tape, she lowered her 
head onto Michelle's mound, taking away the last of her 
little sister's innocence
..


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Epilogue
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After carefully checking traffic, Amy Martin pulled the 
car away from the curb.  She drove around her block 
once before heading out onto County Line Road.  
Gradually, she increased speed until she reached the 
posted limit of 45 miles per hour.  The summe
r wind felt great in her fiery red hair.

As Amy drove, she reveled in her newfound freedom.  At 
only 15 years old, she already had her license!  Plus, 
she was an early bloomer, and already had the 34D-22-36 
body of a 20-year old and dynamite looks to match.  Amy 
had matured quickly...though only in 10th grade, she 
was taking 12th grade level courses in school and might 
even be on course to graduate a year early!  Mr. Kinley 
had eagerly pulled strings to get Amy into driver's ed, 
and she had adoringly set out to make him proud by passing 
her driver's test.  

Everyone was proud of Amy.  Except for her two older 
sisters, Kellie and Michelle.  When Amy had rushed 
home, bubbling with excitement at having passed her

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