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Chris (Fdom-F, MF, orgy)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1996

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It was 3.00am and Dawn Jameson had been working since she had left the
school at 3.30. Her study was full of test-tubes and various items of
chemical apparatus, many of which were holding boiling, smoking or
steaming liquids of many types.

"Hmm... now if I add a little more penthanol" she muttered to herself,
deep in thought. For what must have been the hundredth time in the
evening she looked up at the paper she had secured from the guy's case.

"An analysis of involuntary manipulation through the use of chemical
agents - Top Secret : US DOD #144AF55". The report ran for sixty pages,
and stretched her limited knowledge of chemistry to its fullest degree.

"Who'd have guessed that the one guy she ever chatted to in a bar, would
have been involved in something like this?" she wondered to herself,
remembering the way that she'd procured it.

If out for an evening, Dawn normally chose to go to lesbian bars, and if
her old roomy hadn't called she wouldn't have dreampt of going to
'Karl's Place', one of the towns more prominant pick-up joints. 7.00pm,
Monica had said, though by 7.45 Dawn was starting to feel more than a
little stood-up. Then the guy had arrived. He looked academic, balding
with thick glasses, and an obvious disrespect for his dress and
appearance.

She'd been unwilling to achknowledge him, though he'd obviously been
unable to take his eyes off her, and she was getting a bit pissed off
with his furtive looks. She was proud of her body and looks, but had no
intention of ever letting a man enjoy them.

She'd wiped her honey blonde hair back from her wide blue eyes, and
looked at herself in a side mirror. She couldn't blame the barman for
asking for ID, she could easily pass for 14 or 15, and her cute pink
wool dress made her look like one of the sluttier school-girls shed
admired and fantasised over seven years previously. She'd filled out a
bit since then, but even at 22 she was buying 32a bra's and could get in
a size 6 dress with ease.

The guy was now looking at her long girlish legs from the corner of his
eyes. She tried to pull down the sweaters hem, but it refused to cover
any more than the very top of her young pink thighs.

When she glared at him, he'd turned away, obviously embarassed that
she'd seen his looks. He fidgetted with his glass, then pulled out a
sheaf of papers from a small briefcase. That was when she had first
noticed the report.

The 'Top Secret' had caught her eye first, then as he turned the pages,
she tried to read the summary. It detailed some kind of drug, that had
the effect of removing a persons ability to refuse orders. Various
applications for the military were listed though he was reading to fast
for her to keep up.

Not wishing to appear too obvious she'd pulled a magazine from her own
bag, opening it on the bar. It was thick, glossy, and in Italian,
entitled 'Bambino' and intended for the fashion trade specialising in
children's clothing.

Opening it at a random page, she saw a photograph of two girls,
apparently sisters, dressed in cute sailor suits. Both were blonde and
looked heavenly, aged ten or eleven, and holding each others hand's in
the most adorable way. The tight little blue and white skirts ended half
way between their waists and thighs, and she imagined herself touching
the inside of their pretty little legs.

When she turned the page, she couldn;t help smiling. A little 4 or 5
year old baby-doll, dressed in a little yellow swimsuit, was making a
sandcastle on the beach. Her back was to the picture, and a blonde
platted pony-tail ran down to just above her neck. The way that the suit
pulled in between the cute baby's ass reminded Dawn of her own panties,
as they started to feel distinctly damp. Her thighs and pussy hurt where
they nipped into her flesh, not that surpising since their previous
owner had been five years old. But the knowledge that a little girl's
cunt had been pressed the against the same tight cotton made her feel so
horny, she put up with a little discomfort.

"Pretty little Christina..." she thought, "if only I could have more
than her panties". She was sweating, so looked up from the magazine, to
see the guy closing his paper. "Involntary Manipulation" she read again,
an image of Christina's hairless baby-girl pussy still in her mind, and
the connection didn't take much effort.

She had turned to the guy and smiled. He looked back, and returned a
nervous grin. "What are you doing?" she asked him, fluttering her
eyelashes like she'd seen other sluts do with the guys.

"Oh... just some work I have to finish" he told her. "I work at the
research centre up the road." Dawn knew the place. When it had opened,
some of the students had demonstrated outside claiming it to be some
kind of germ warfare establishment, though after a while it had started
to support local industries, through the supply of chemicals and
equipment, and the picket had started to wane. Now, one almost forgot it
was there, except for the machine gun carrying guards who stood outside.

"So, you meeting someone tonight?" she'd asked, and he'd shaken his
head, dolefully. "No, I've got to finish this" he'd sighed, looking like
he was about to leave.

Dawn thought again of his paper, and had an idea. Reaching for one of
the peanut bowls that sat on the bar, she hit her glass of red-wine with
her elbow, sending it flying towards the guys drink. As the it collided,
both glasses smashed, and covered his shirt and suit with drink and
broken glass.
"Oh No! I'm so sorry!" Daw cried, grabbing at a napkin, and uselessly
swabbing at the mess. "Quick, you'll have to wash it off, or it will
stain!"

The man stood up, and walked towards the men's rest-room, then turned
back to pick up his case. "Don't worry, I'll watch it!" Dawn had said,
picking it up, and urging him towards the room's door. "Err, its very
important" he had stammered, obviously not happy, but lacking the
confidence to disagree.

As the door had closed behind him, Dawn had opened the case, to see
three copies of the document. Quickly she pulled one out, dropping it
into her own bag. "He'll never realise" she correctly guessed, as she
waited for his return.

After making profuse apologies she'd left on his re-appearance, and
since then had spent many nights, working into the morning, trying to
reporoduce the document's finding's. And now, as she sat in her room, in
the early hours of the morning, it seemed that she might have succeeded.

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Dawn didn't awake until 12 the following day, and for a moment had the
horrible notion that there might be a class of school-girls waiting for
their teacher to arrive. But then, she realised it was a Saturday, and
rolled over to return to sleep. As she shut her eyes she spied the small
phial of liquid that she'd finally produced the night before, and
reawoke with a start.


She pulled back the sheets, and swept her long platinum blonde hair from
her eyes, then pulled open the bottom drawer of her dresser, and
immediately started to feel hot. On the left hand side, was a neatly
folded pile of clothes, that she'd kept from her own childhood days.
Even looking at them made her feel so so randy, and she begin to lay
them on her bed. She picked up a tiny pair of yellow cotton panties,
remembering how much Mummy had liked them.

Stepping into the panties, she pulled them up, holding in her abdomen,
and managed to get their elasticated waist to just above the lower half
of her cute shaven pussy. She turned to the mirror and admired herself,
the sight of her own so-slim teen-like body, making her hot. She gently
caressed one of her small 32B breasts, feeling her little nipple grow
under her palm. "You don't deserve to be so pretty" she said to herself.
Precocious, pretty little girls like her were brats, that was what mummy
had taught her. And they deserved to be punished.

But mummy had loved little girls too. So many times, shed been beaten
until she fainted, but afterwards, she'd awake in her mothers bed,
feeling her warm fingers on her scarred body. And she knew that mummy
would want her to do the same to other girls, but how could she, without
losing her job and being locked away?

Well, now there may be a way, she hoped, as she opened her wardrobe to
choose a nice dress she could wear into town. She picked out a short,
frilly, and white ra-ra skirt, and pulled on a loosely cut halter-top. A
little bow in her hair, and some carefully applied blusher made her feel
so cute! Even without the drug, how could anyone resist her?, she
wondered with a grin.

She carefully emptied the phial of liquid into a small medicinal bottle,
and quickly checked the final pages of the stolan report.

           "Advice concerning the use of 'SUBX' in the field"

     1)   Only a single drop is sufficient to ensure complete obedience,
          irrespective of the recipient's wishes for over 30 minutes.
     2)   The recipient will remain concious, and aware of what they are
          doing. They may not wish to follow requests, but will lose the
          will to disagree.
     3)   They will recognise their 'controller' during the drug-induced
          haze of the first few seconds of administration. Therafter, no
          other person's commands will have any effect.
     4)   The drug's effect lasts around 30 minutes per drop
          administered.
     5)   They will subsequently be fully aware of their actions, but
          not of their controller's orders.
     6)   An extra drop may be used to allow 'subliminal suggestions'.
          Orders may be implanted that will be carried out hours after
          the drugs administration, the user believing the ideas to be
          their own. This is warned against however, since test subjects
          have a 50% chance of subsequent mental breakdown.

Having memorised the instructions, Dawn picked up her car-keys and left
her house, her thoughts filled with ideas for the sordid events that
might take place in the day ahead.

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Town was busy, and Dawn had to wait in a queue of traffic for ten
minutes to park outside of the plaza. It was full of people, attractive
young women, pretty teenage girls, and mothers leading round their cute
little daughters, and Dawn knew there would be no shortage of people to
test her discovery on.

A group of teenagers hung around the entrance, trying to look cool as
the shoppers passed by. Dawn noticed one of them, a sixteen year old
girl, looking at her.

Subtly, Dawn opened the bottle of 'sub-x' and placed a drop on her
finger, giving the appearance of using some perfume, then walked up to
her.

"You've got some food on your lips darling" said Dawn. The girl
instinctively rubbed them, finding nothing but lipstick. "Here, let me!"
Dawn rubbed the liquid coated finger against the girl's mouth.

Almost immediately her eyes started to glaze. "You'll do what I tell
you" whispered Dawn. The girl looked at her confused. "Yes...Yes I will"
she spoke, in a strange monotone. "Tell your friends that you're coming
with me. Tell them that I'm your aunty!" ordered Dawn, starting to walk
away.

She heard the girl's voice explaining, in normal sounding tones, that
she was leaving, then her footsteps behind as she followed dutifully.

Dawn took a side door and stairs down to the large underground car-park,
then, after checking it was empty turned to the girl.

"What's your name, slut?"

     "My name's Lisa... but I'm not a slut am I?"

"Yes you are. Now undress for me!"

     "No... I can't - not here!" the girl said, but as she spoke begin
to pop the buttons of her Levi jeans, before sliding them down to her
ankles and stepping outt from them.

     "Why am I doing this?" she asked, her voice edgend with fear, as
she pulled her thick pink wooly sweater over her head, and unclipped a
white lacy 32"B bra.

"You've got lovely tits, my little slut!" Dawn told her, the girl just
nodding, as she pulled down the tiny white thong that covered her pussy.
"Have you ever played with yourself?"

     "Y..yes" stammered the girl, who was now attempting to cover her
nakedness with ther hands, her eyes watering at te realisation of what
she was doing, whilst being unable to prevent it.

"Keep yourself exposed for me Lisa darling. Move your legs apart... No,
wider than that... that's nice. Now make yourself cum for me, use one
hand to keep your little pussy spread apart, and the other to finger
your little clitoris!"

As the girl involunatrily followed each request, Dawn sat down against
the car-park's wall, and spread her thighs apart. Lifting the front of
the short ra-ra skirt, she pushed her hand down the front of her tight
little-girl panties, and masturbated as she watched her cute victim's
performance.

Lisa looked slim and lovely, her cheeks flushed with embaressment as she
fingered her lightly downed cunt. She had obediantly spread her labia,
and was using the fore-finger of her other hand to furiously rub her
clitoris. Her eyes were closed as she fantasised herself to orgasm,
while Dawn's remained open, her fantasy taking place in real life.

"Who are you thinking of, slut?" asked Dawn, as the slave's rubbing
became more frantic.

     "My boyfriend, Derek." said the girl, her eyes still closed.

"Tell me about him, about his family, and what he does"

     "He's wonderful... and I love him" spoke the girl, her voice
quivering in ecstacy. "He's 18, really good looking with a great body,
and clever too. He's at school with me... He lives at home with his mom,
dad, and sister, Cathy, who's in my class at school"

"Do you have sex with him?" asked Dawn, with interest.

     "No... he's a catholic, and he wants me to be a virgin when we
marry. I do as well, so if I feel sexy, I just play with myself."
replied Lisa.

     "That's lovely" smiled Dawn. "I didn't realise their were any young
girls left who thought like that! Now, I want you to carry on
masturbating.... I'll be gone for a few minutes, but don't cum, just
keep youself on the verge of it!"

Dawn now knew exactly what she would do. Opening a door, she followed
the steps down to the parking level below, and saw, as expected, a group
of old boys, hobos really, sat together in its corner. She'd avoided
them in the past, and they were known as a local nuisance. But the
police had no quicker moved them on, than they were back.

"Have you got a dollar for a cup of coffee Ma'am?" asked one, as he
lecherously gazed at her long exposed legs. The others made no attempt
to hide the almost empty bottle of Vodka that lay between them, or to
avoid their own gazes at her lithe young body.

There were four of them in all, each dressed in cast-off clothes, and
carrying plastic carriers that contained their worldly goods. All were
bearded, with bits of food caught in the hair, and stunk to high heaven.
Yellow stains of stale vomit and urine covered their worn trousers,
making them a sight for the sorest of eyes.

One of them, a huge man, over 6'5 stood up. "Give me a dollar ma'am" he
ordered, his voice sounding threatening. Still, he looked her not in the
face, but at the hem of her little skirt, his eyes looking mean and
cruel.

"Boys, I'll give you $10 each, a crate of Vodka, and let you fuck my
little sister. How does that sound?" They couldn't have stood up
quicker, as they collected their belongings and waited for her request.

"I want you to fuck her everywhere boys. Really give her a good old
gang-bang. You can slap her about a bit if you like, but don't go too
far. Let her do the work where she can, she wants you all real bad, and
she's a hot little slut!

"We're on the floor above. Wait ten minutes while I get the drink for
you, then join us - OK?"

They nodded their assent as Dawn raced back upstairs, into the mall, and
bought twelve large bottles of Smirnoff, before returning to the
carpark.

Lisa was sweating like a pig, her fingers at her cunt, as she massaged
herself into a frenzy. For a few minutes Dawn silently watched, seeing
her occasionally pause as she allowed the threat of an oncoming orgasm
to abate. A little dark circle of her pussy-juices lay on the hard
concrete floor, her nipples and clitoris noticably erect.

"Lisa... In a minute some tramps are going to come here. I want you to
fuck them, in every way you've ever heard of, or in any way they want
to. You're to beg for it, like a cheap hooker... and ask them to slap
you, and beat you. Tell them you're young, tell them you're a slut.
Really deride yourself, do or say the things that you find the most
abhorant or painful. And let yourself cum with them."

The girl's eyes opened in terror at the request. "But... but..." she
stammered, trying to complain, but unable to make the words. Tears now
came to her eyes, as she realised that her virginal sanctity was to be
defiled in the most unpleasent of ways.

As she spoke, she continued her masturbation, though her pussy had dried
up in her fear, and the roughness of her toying was clearly causing
discomfort. "Is your pussy sore, darling?" asked Dawn, hoping it was,
and seeing those hopes confirmed with a tired nod from her slut.

Hearing voices, both girls turned to see the hobos enter. Each had
unzipped their pants, and had raging hard-ons sticking horizontally out
from the groin.

"Boys! I'd like you to meet my little sister, Lisa. You can see how
excited she is, over the idea of you fucking her silly! Lisa, give
yourself to them, do what I asked."

Lisa's strained voice called them to her.

     "Y.Yes... Please, come and fuck me" she said miserably. "Make love
to my pussy..."

"Lisa!" barked Dawn. "Be nice about it, smile at them, be slutty for
them! And remember they're here to rape you violently, your cunt, ass,
mouth, anything!, not to 'make love'. "

Lisa put on a absurdly forced smile though her tear stained face made no
secret of her real feelings, and spoke again.

     "Fuck me till I bleed... Yes, make me hurt all over... I'm a slag,
a dirty little school-girl bimbo, a bad little girl who needs to be
raped."

The hobo's had opened a bottle of vodka each, and were gulping it down
like fat children in a candy factory. The tall one belched, then walked
over to Lisa, swaying with the effects of the alcohol.

His cock was huge matching the size of his body, as he placed it against
her sweet young pussy-lips. "Spread them bitch!" he ordered, but she
didn't respond, continuing to finger her clitoris.

"Lisa... you do what they tell you... those are my wishes!" shouted
Dawn, seeing the girl stop her masturbation and begin to pull her labia
apart.
She looked down at the 11" of thick cock that was poised to enter her
and screamed, but kept herself open for him.

"Lisa, beg for it slut... " called Dawn. "Reach for his balls, pull him
inside of you! Just think how nice and loose he'll make you for your
boyfriend!"

As the hobo begin to push into her, she gasped at him. "Yes...Yes rape
me with it. Push it inside of me, make e into a slut!". As he penetrated
three or four inches inside paused, seeing the young girl grimacing.

"Shit lady, she's a virgin! And she don't look like your sister either"
he commented. "Not that I care.."

He retracted his cock, until only its bulbous, smegma covered head lay
inside her, then gripped her slim teenage hips. With one, powerful
thrust, he pushed the weight of his body forward, and lunged through her
hyman. Again Lisa screamed, feeling an unpleasent tearing sensation as
her insides were stretched beyond their limit.

     "YES... YES Be rough with me" she heard herself say, while in her
mind she just sobbed at the violent loss of her cherry.

Again, her assailant pulled out, before lunging again, nine inches of
manhood breaking her in, and banging at the deepest recesses of her
tight young vagina.

"Keep at it boy, you're doing a grand job. And don't you want to kiss
her? I thought that the first time should be romantic!" commented Dawn,
seeing the girl's face turn each time his disgusting mouth neared hers.
He pressed his face to her, grabbing her ears with his hands. "Open your
mouth kid..." he ordered, his long tongue pushing between her pouty
girlish lips.

His stale breath and rotten teeth must have seemed foul to the girl, but
she responded as asked, kissing and licking at him, like he was her
ultimate male.

He thrust in and out of her, ever deeper, feeling his cock banging
against her cervix, as her brutalised her sweet young pussy. He could
feel the warmth of her blood, lubricating her pussy, and allowing his
movements to become faster.

The other three men had, so far, contented themselves by masturbating
over the sight of the girls rape. However, as they saw their pals brow
furrow, they wanted a piece of the action and approached the pair.

"You want to join in huh?" asked Dawn. "Big guy, roll on your back, so
she's on top of you, and Lisa, kneel over him, but keep that cock
inside!"

The two followed the instructions, as the second largest hobo moved into
place facing her Lisa's pert little behind. He used his hands to pull
apart her buns, causing her to push a hand back to stop him. "Lisa, I
want him to fuck your ass. You'll let him, ok? Spread those pretty
little buttocks so he doesn't have to work to hard!"

The girl moved her two hands back, and taking a buttock in each, pulled
them apart. The pink rosebud of her anus came into view, and the guy
wasted no time in pushing his forefinger against it. With much effort,
he managed to penetrate it to his first joint but turned. "I'll never
get this into that!" he exclaimed pointing at his cock. Whilst shorter
than the first guy's it was a diameter of three inches, and Dawn could
see his point.

"Lisa, relax your ass darling" she ordered. "When she does, push
yourself in there or she'll shit herself!" The hobo placed his cockhead
at the winking pink hole, and suddenly felt the girls muscles slacken.
The big guy paused his assault on her pussy long enough for his friend
to drive himself home in a single aggressive shove.

"ARGGGGG" screamed the girl, a trickle of blood dropping from her
asshole to join the pool from her cunt, and kept flowing as the guy
furiously motored in and out of her anus.

     "Yes! Fuck my ass... make it bleed for you... fuck it so hard that
I can't close it and I shit all over myself. " Her words turned on her
attackers as they felt each others cocks touching but for a few thin
membranes of flesh, with each thrust.

The third hobo moved to her face, pulling the big-guy's head away, as he
placed his cock between her parted lips. "You're a dirty little cock-
sucker, aren't you child?" he asked, as he pulled her chin down, and
turned to face his mates. "I'm going to use your throut as a slimy
little cunt... that OK by you?" The girl nodded, as he begin to push
himself forward, penetrating first her mouth, and then after waiting for
her gagging to cease, entering her throat.

"What can I do?" asked the fourth guy, seeing the girl being rudely
plugged in each of her three orifices. "Ummm, well, you could slap her
about a bit?" suggested Dawn, who was now busy with her own pussy,
aroused by the girl's submission.

He walked over to the group, and knelt by the girl. He placed his hand
over one of her pert little breasts, and squeezed the nipple cruelly.
Holding it tightly he lifted his hand, so that her breast was stretched,
then started slapping its underside with his free palm. Once it was red,
he stopped slapping and moved his hand sideways, around the elongated
breast, starting to clench his fist.

His biceps bulged as all his might went into the squeezing, until he
could hold on no more and let go. The poor girl's tit flopped down, it's
flesh bruised and displaced, and the skin permanently stretched. Wheras
before her nipple had pointed upwards, her tit the shape of half a small
orange, it was now elongated and deformed, like that of an old woman's.
Little bulges showed the lines of his fingers on the damaged skin, as it
flabbily lay, pointing towards her groin.

The guy in her mouth had kept her jaws yanked apart, worried that the
pain might cause her to bite, and it was just as well, since she was
truly in agony. "Ma'am" he said... "I'm ready to cum!".

"Wait a moment" requested Dawn, as she pulled a polaroid camera from her
bag. Walking over to the men, she placed a fresh bottle of vodka in each
one's hand, ordering them to drink it. Then, from each angle possible,
she started to record the event on film, until only three shots were
left.

"Right boys... Let's see you empty half those bottles, and you get to
cum. " Each brought it to his lips, and gargled back the alcohol, until
they could manage no more. Dawn then walked to them and pulled them away
from the girl. Kneeling over the girls pretty little face, she brought a
finger to Lisa's mouth, and pressed it hard against her throut.
"Lisa.... You know the guy who's been fucking your mouth.... and the guy
who's been in your cunt? They've both got pretty bad cases of VD!" Lisa
turned, and for the first time noticed the yellow puss on each cock.

     "Oh no.no.no.." Lisa whimpered, "I think.. I think I'm going to be
sick..."

Dawn lovingly cradled her head in her hands, raising it so that she was
looking down at her ravaged young body. "Don't worry little girl...
Mummy will take care of you. Now you just be sick, let your body get rid
of all the nasty stuff"

Poor lisa started coughing, then after taking a deep breath, proceeded
to emit a long stream of yellow vomit, all over her stomach and pussy.
Dawn yanked her head backwards hard, placing her hand over the girls
mouth. As she retched again, the vile contents of her stomach were
forced through her nostrils, making her cough and splutter, the yellow
fluid now all over her pretty little face.

With each retch, Dawn pulled back, careful to keep the disgusting stuff
away from her nice clean clothes. She looked up and saw one of the four
men starting to be similarly ill. "C'mon guys, I want to see you
throwing up all over her!" she ordered, standing and moving back, her
fingers returning to her pussy. "And I'm going to cum" she smiled.

The tall hobo moved over Lisa, leant forwards, and spewed directly over
her face. This only made his friends feel even more ill, as the stept
towards the prone girl, and leant forwards. He rolled up his sleeves,
and pushed the fingers of each hand into her mouth, before yanking her
jaws apart, and moving as if to kiss her.

As his lips touched hers, he once again retched, a watery dollop of
vomit dropping from his mouth into Lisa's, while the other's spew begin
to cover the remainder of her lithe young teenage body.

Sick flew through the air, splattering Lisa's breasts, tummy, pussy and
thighs, while her face was covered with a mass of yellow lumps.

As their dry stomachs emptied, Dawn ordered them to masturbate
themselves to orgasm, smiling as they finally ejaculated, jetting their
white sperm over her messy little face.

"Alright boys, you've done your job, so go!" Dawn told them, handing
each the promised $10. As they left, she knelt besides her young victim,
and gazed at her horibly spoilt body.

"You were very good" she said, sweetly. "and I think you deserve to get
better. You're bleeding rather a lot, but I'm sure someone will find you
soon, and call for an ambulance! You'll tell them that you're a
prostitute, and that you agreed to all this for $100. And you'll forget
that I was ever here.... Do you understand?"

Lisa summoned up the energy to give a gentle nod, as Dawn left her,
thinking that if this didn't put her boyfriend of the little slut,
nothing would...
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As Dawn drove back to her house, she wondered how young Lisa would come
to terms with the days events. What a way to lose her virginity, she
mused. She did hope that her boyfriend would tell her where to go, once
she'd recovered from her injuries. What a bitch she'd been, but she
didn't feel guilty... her mummy would have been so proud of her!

That night, she masturbated herself to sleep, having placed the
polaroids of Lisa's assault on her pillow, and a vibrator up her anus.
She finally closed her eyes with  a multiple orgasm, and the formation
of an idea for the following day.

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She got up promptly on Sunday morning, placed a note on her front door,
and begin to prepare her bedroom. When the doorbell went, she wondered
for a moment if her plan would work... What if she didn't come? she
thought.

As she raced down the stairs, she could see Wendy's cute little body
through the frosted glass of the door, and knew things would be just
fine.

"Hi Miss Jameson!" said the pretty blonde girl, as she pulled the door
open. "I wondered if you wanted your car washed today?"

Wendy Campbell was the youngest of the kids who lived in the house next
door. Eleven years old, and just beginning to develop the curves that
one day would make her an attractive young woman, she was still
beautifully innocent.

"Hello Wendy! You're looking lovely today!" said Dawn, causing the girl
to smile with pride. "Come in! I feel like some company!"

Wendy walked in, and followed Dawn into her kitchen. "Let me fix you a
glass of milk..." said Dawn, opening the refrigerator door, and taking
the glass, that she'd prepared earlier on.

As the young pre-teen sipped at her milk, Dawn looked at her long slim
legs, as they extended from a tight pair of shorts. "Erm, Miss
Jameson.... I feel kinda giddy...." said the girl, leaning on the chair
besides her. The sleeping drug seemed to be having the desired effect!

As she slumped to the floor, Dawn knew she hadn't got long. The drug
would only last five or ten minutes then the girl would be awake, and
perhaps a little unmanagable. Picking up the girl's 90 pound body, Dawn
carried her upstairs to the bedroom, and took a length of rope from the
floor.

Laying Wendy on the large bed that lay in the rooms centre, Dawn cut
four lengths of rope, and made a tight loop around each ankle and wrist.

For a second, she wondered if the loops were too tight, then cruelly
laughed, and made them tighter still, before pulling the ropes to the
bed's four corners, leaving Wendys legs and arms stretched.

Now what could she do with the little slut?
