Chapter 3

	It was the sensation of movement and the low hum from the jet engines that brought Ali back to consciousness.  She was lying down on a couch, her head on a small pillow, the lights turned down low.
	"Hello little one, I see you're awake.  I'm sure your friend will be awake soon too," spoke a man with a soothing voice.
	Ali opened her groggy eyes and she could see she was in a small dimly lit room with curved walls.  She had a light blanket covering her body and saw she was on a soft leather couch.  Sitting across from her was her best friend Becky, her head propped up against the wall, a small pillow under her head.  "Where are we?" she croaked, her throat dry as dust.  A pleasant looking man in a white uniform approached her and leaned over to speak to her.
	"Right about now we're about 36,000' over Texas, about to cross into Mexico," he said with a smile.
	"What do you mean "over"?" asked Ali.
	"You're on board Senor Castillo's private plane.  We're on the way to his compound."
	"What?  What are you talking about?" she asked as the words sunk in.  "Mexico?  No, I can't go to Mexico.  I want to go home!" she cried.
	"I don't think that's an option.  I believe that the transaction is complete, you belong to Senor Castillo now," he said politely.
	"I don't understand.  What do you mean?" a very confused Ali asked, her anxiety growing by the second.
	"I'm not at liberty to discuss such details Senorita.  I'm the steward aboard Senor Castillo's jet.  My duties entail providing the guests on the jet with any comforts available.  Are you hungry, thirsty perhaps?"
	"I just want to go home," she said as tears dribbled down her cheeks.
	"I'm sorry dear, that's not possible.  Now, can I get you something to drink?"
	"Uh, yeah sure."

	Becky was shocked when Ali filled her in on what little she knew about their predicament. 
	"What's going on?  What are they going to do to us?" Becky asked, her panic evident on her face.  Both of their homes lives sucked, Becky's more so, but it was still home.  All the security they felt, even in their respective situations, the familiarity with the most insignificant things in their lives, gone.  At least they had each other.

	Shortly, the girls felt a double bump as the plane's wheels touched down on the runway of a private airstrip, amid a lush green landscape.  From one of the oval windows, Ali would see a cloud of dust kicked up by a black SUV as it rambled down a dirt road carved out of the jungle as it drove out to meet the plane.  The plane taxied into a large hangar, its walls seemingly covered in rust.  The sound of the engines whining down were suddenly intensified as the cabin door sprung open and two men dressed in green camouflage entered the plane.  The first thing the girls noticed were the weapons they had fastened to their bodies followed by the rush of warm moist air that followed the men into the cabin.  What kind of place was this they wondered?
	The two armed men removed Ali and Becky from the plane and escorted them to the rear door of the waiting SUV.  They didn't speak to the two girls, and neither did the girls attempt to talk to the two men.  They were scary looking men who looked like they would be just as comfortable shooting them in the head, as driving them to wherever they were going.
	The scenery was beautiful, neither girl had ever seen a landscape as lush and green as this before.  The flowers along the road, if you wanted to call it that, were gorgeous.  Bright pink and white flowers, and every other color you could imagine adorned the foliage as they approached the biggest house they had ever seen.  The wall surrounding the house was taller than the machinegun-armed men Ali could see patrolling it.  
They passed through an iron gate on their way into the main garden area where the beauty was stunning.  Both girls were in awe as they marveled at the ornate gardens complete with fountains and golden statuettes.  It looked like something out of a fairytale.
	The black SUV stopped in front of the main entrance and the door was opened by a man in a white jacket.  "Please step this way Miss Ali and Miss Becky."
Ali looked at Becky in wonderment, both girls smirking at each other.  For every nightmare scenario they had each thought of, this was not the reception either had expected.  Perhaps they could hold off passing judgment until they learned more about their situation, Ali thought.
	The man in the white coat introduced himself as Luis, and he offered to "happily take care of anything they needed", as he escorted them through the doorway.
        The foyer was immense and brightly lit with huge glass panels in the ceiling.  The temperature was nice and cool and much more comfortable than the nearly too-hot air outside.  The room opened up into two semi-circular marble staircases, each aligned with the walls left and right, the center of which led through to the next room.  Above the staircases centered perfectly was a chandelier that belonged in a royal ballroom somewhere.  The whole room was decorated extravagantly and seemed to match the exterior of the house in terms of its majesty and décor.
	The staircases led up to an open air hallway that seemed to have numerous doors and hallways leading off the main hallway.  As they were escorted through the hallway past the staircases, Ali wondered again what was in store for them.
	Luis opened a large ornately carved wooden door and held the door open for the girls to walk through.  It was a small library will walls lined with old books, the faint scent of cigar smoke still permeated the air.  A grand desk was the focal point of the room, behind it was a green, white, and red flag that Ali assumed was the flag of Mexico.  Several antique rifles were mounted in a glass case along one wall, and photos of the same man and various dignitaries seemed to be scattered around the room.  
	"Please sit down while I inform Senor Castillo of your arrival," Luis said as he directed them towards two comfortably-worn leather chairs, and promptly left the room.
	"What the hell is going on Ali?" Becky asked, the panic in her voice was very real.  "How are we going to get home?"
	"I don't know, the man on the plane said something about a transaction but wouldn't tell me anymore.  The last thing I remember was being thrown into a van outside the Moffat's house and the next thing I knew I was on the plane with you," Ali said.  
	"What are we doing here?  Why would someone kidnap us?" Becky asked, the panic in her voice lessening somewhat.
	Ali was only nine, but she had learned a few things about the male species over the last few days and the only thing that came to her mind was sex.  They had been kidnapped for sex.  She'd been so distracted by their abduction that she hadn't even thought about the one thing that had been all-consuming for the last three days, sex.  The only reason she thought of it now was the dull ache she felt throughout her ever-changing body and the horniness the hormones imparted on her.  She was still wearing her bikini top and she was sure her growing breasts were larger than when she last checked.  Which brought up a good point, she was starving - how long had she been unconscious before she awoke on the plane? One day - maybe more?
	"I don't know Beck, but I'm sure we'll find out soon enough," she said as she heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

	The wooden door opened and in walked a pleasant looking man with a dark complexion and a small amount of graying hair over his ears.  He had a smile that immediately made you feel welcome as he crossed the room to stand in front of the girls.
	"Welcome to my home.  You are as beautiful as I could have hoped.  Please feel at home here and anything you need shall be provided for you," he said as he leaned up against the edge of his large desk.  "I'm sure you have many questions and I will do my best to answer them for you before I must leave and attend to my business.  Oh, pardon my manners, I am Jose Castillo," he said extending a hand to each of the girls.  "Before I leave, do you have any questions?"
	Taking his hand and not knowing what to do with it, Ali and Becky shook it up and down like they had seen men do with each other.  
	"Where are we and what are we doing here?" Ali asked.
	"I purchased you and you belong to me now.  You will do whatever I ask of you, whenever I ask.  My rules are very simple, do not disobey me at any time, ever, and your stay with me here will be beyond any fantasy you could ever imagine.  Disobey me and your life will be miserable beyond any nightmare you could ever think of.  Think of it this way, I would move heaven and earth for you if you are completely obedient and do everything in your power to please me.  In fact, if you are able to make that a reality, I would be willing to do just that, make anything you wish possible.  Is there something you would wish, more than anything in this world?" he asked looking form one small face to the other.
	"I want my teddy bear," asked Ali.  "It's the only thing that reminds me of my parents," she added.
	"Easily done, I'll get my people working on it right away," he promised.  "How about you Miss Becky?"
	"Could you get my daddy out of jail?" she asked.  "I miss him so much and it hurts so bad knowing he's in there with all those bad men," she said, tears welling in her eyes.
	"That's a pretty big request, but I'll see if that's possible," he added.
	Becky's request paled in comparison to hers, Ali thought, but truthfully, there wasn't much more she wanted than her Bear.  Everything of importance in her life had already been taken from her and that little stuffed animal was the only thing that had been with her through thick and thin.
	"Look, let's..., as you Americans say it, put our cards on the table.  I purchased you to keep me company and to provide me with pleasure, which you will do in any form I request."
	"Purchased?  By whom?" Ali thought to herself as he continued on.  
	"I like girls of all ages, all shapes and all races.  I can see that you are both quite young, much younger than I am normally interested in, but you are both beautiful girls and will someday grow up to be very beautiful women.  I would like to keep you that long and see if you do indeed do grow up to be as beautiful as I expect you to.  But that is a long time from now and anything could happen to you girls between now and then."  
	A chill ran down Ali's back as his words sounded ominous enough to make the hairs stand up on the back of her neck.  She knew enough about what she could do with her body and she was confident she could please this man.  She wasn't so sure about Becky.  
	"Very well, I will have Luis give you a full tour and then show you to your rooms," he concluded and giving the girls a quick wave, walked out of the room leaving the poor girls a second to stare at one another with panic in their eyes.
	As promised, Luis returned a minute later and escorted the girls out into the main foyer of the house.  He explained that they would be afforded every comfort they could imagine as he walked them through the house showing them this and that.
	The house was immaculately clean, with servants constantly cleaning and tidying.  The girl's tour took them through the kitchen and they stopped to grab a bite to eat.  The tour continued on through the servant areas and out to the pools, then by the tennis court, the archery and shooting range, and the stables.  They were both ecstatic that they would be able to ride horses any time they wanted.  Luis walked them up to a small bluff where they could look down and see a beautiful lake that bordered the stables.  It looked like there were trails that they could take and ride down to the lake.  A small powerboat was docked alongside several jet skis, each tied to a short dock that reached out from a small boat house.
	Returning to the house, Luis showed them the Senor's grotto where they would be entertaining him most of the time.  The room was the only one they'd seen yet with anything other than tiles or polished wood floors.  This one looked like it was lined with soft velvet as everything looked and felt so soft and plush.  A small dark pool filled a portion of the floor and it was surrounded by lush plants giving the room a relaxing feel.  It was the essence of natural beauty.  The walls and ceiling were made of glass and overlooked the sloping hillside that faced the beautiful lake and what they had missed from their previous vantage point, a small waterfall cascading into it at the far end. It was no wonder they would be spending much of their time in this room, it was easily the most picturesque view they'd ever seen.  At the end of the room was a pair of doors.
	"Where do those doors lead to?" Becky asked.
	"That's a private room where Senor Castillo sometimes takes his girls," Luis replied.
	"What girls, are there other girls here now?" Ali asked excited at the prospect that there might be other girls here their own age here.
	"I'm afraid not, you two are the only ones here at the present time.  The last one didn't..., ah..., work out well," for the Senor.  Luis seemed like he was dodging her question and by the sound of it, the fate of the "last girl" didn't sound very good.
	"What happened to the last girl?" Ali asked, afraid of finding out the real answer.
	"She has a new owner now, not as nice as Senor Castillo.  Let's go find your rooms!" he said changing the subject.  Ali looked at Becky and both girls had the same expression, worry.  Whatever it was that Senor Castillo wanted, they better give it to them or risk being put into a much worse situation.
	They were shown their rooms, with connecting doors of course.  They were huge and as elaborately decorated as the rest of the house.  Only these rooms were decorated with accoutrements fitting for girls their age.  Each room was equipped with a large flat screen TV and a number of video game systems installed in the cabinet underneath.  Their satellite picked up all the American TV shows they could ever want to watch.
	"Girls, Maria will be along shortly to get you measured for your new wardrobes.  Senor Castillo has some very specific articles he will expect you to wear at times of his choosing, but the remainder of the time, you can choose anything you like.  If there is something that Maria cannot create herself, we can import those articles from America for you," he said as he left them to get acquainted with their surroundings.
	Becky helped Ali inspect her room first since that's where they were standing when Luis departed.  A tall wardrobe stood along the wall next to her bed, opening it she found it empty, likewise the pull-out drawers at the bottom.
	"See if that dresser is empty too," Ali called out to her friend.
	On the opposite wall stood a long dresser of polished light colored wood that matched the rest of the furniture in the room.  It had three columns of drawers, each three drawers high.  Becky opened the first one she came to and looked inside.
	"Definitely not empty, but I'm not sure what this stuff is?" she said holding up a thin metal rod.  Ali joined her as they inspected the contents of the drawer.  There was a series of metal rods, each increasingly thicker than the next.  They were about eight inches long, the smallest of the rods about as thick as a pencil.  They were smooth and shiny with a rounded tip at one end.
	The other contents of the drawer were equally interesting as well as puzzling.  There were several devices that the girls were certain of, they looked like mail penises and were made of a soft pliable material.  They also ranged in size from one about as big as a finger up to some very large ones as big around as a person's wrist.  Ali was getting excited at the prospect of trying out some of these things as her surging hormones were getting to her.
	Removing one of the rubber dildos, Ali wrapped her fingers around it wondering in her mind if it was comparable to the penises she had taken into her pussy already.  It was much bigger than the carrot she had used two days ago and seemed about normal size.
	"What are you going to do with that?" Becky asked.
	Knowing full well she was going to shove it into her kitty and give herself a long-overdue orgasm, she felt compelled to share a thought with her friend.
	"Beck, I'm pretty sure I know why we're here and all this stuff pretty much tells me that the "pleasure" that Castillo guy was talking about, was sex."  Ali was still uncomfortable with the language of sex, but knew the words and knew the meaning.  "He's going to put his "cock" into our "cunts" or "pussies" and we better make him happy or else.  You heard Luis, the last girl got sold to a bad man.  I don't know what's in store for us, but at least it seems like we're going to be okay here.  Until we can figure out how to get home that is." 
	"Aren't we a little young for that?  I mean daddy taught us ways to have fun and never stuck anything inside of us.  Are you sure he's going to want to stick his "thing" in us?" Becky asked, hoping the answer would be a "no".
	"I didn't tell you about this, but after you left the park yesterday, I let the boys stick their "cocks" in me and it felt awesome.  I'm not sure why but I had some really good orgasms that way and after dinner last night, at least I think it was last night, I went back again and had sex with some older guys.  She filled her in on the details but left out the experience with the mean man and definitely held back telling her about the sex he made her have with his dog.  
	Sex with the three teen boys had been amazing, especially Jerome, he had been more concerned with making her feel good, and gave her two really big orgasms.
	"And you can fit that big thing in your kitty" Becky asked in astonishment at the sight of the thing in her hand.
	"It's called a "cunt", at least that's what the guys last night called it," Ali said as she climbed up onto the big bed and shimmied out of her shorts, pulling her underwear down with them.  Spreading her legs she rubbed the phallus up and down he slit collecting some of the moisture that was starting to seep out.  The soft vibrator was a little smaller than a normal man's cock and Ali grunted softly as she pushed the pointy head into her pussy.  "Oh yeah, I didn't realize how much I needed this," she moaned as she started pushing it in as far as it would go.  She could feel the artificial bumps and grooves as she bottomed out and began slowly pulling back out.
	A fascinated Becky watched in amazement as her friend fucked her pussy with the fake penis.  "Hold on Ali, there's a curved arrow pointing around on the end of that thing," she said as she grabbed hold of the end and twisted it.  Instantly the vibrator turned on and came to life.
	"Oh wow, that's awesome," she said as her head fell back onto the pillow, her hands busy in her crotch.  Her left hand was rubbing her clitoris while the other was busy pumping the vibrator into her pussy.  
	Her ensuing orgasm didn't take long and brought the usual muscle convulsions and whole-body shaking.   The rubber cock was still lodged in her immature pussy as she came down from her little dose of ecstasy. 
	"Your kitty -," Becky began.
	"- Cunt," Ali corrected.
	"Your cunt is getting a little furrier I think," Becky observed.
	"I think you're right," she said as she inspected it further.  The dark hairs were getting a little longer and it seemed a few more had sprouted since yesterday.
	"Do you think one of those would fit in me?" Becky asked.
	"I'm sure once we get you loosened up a bit we could.  That guy last night Jerome was bigger than this and once I got used to it, he fit okay, and it felt really good," Ali said as she slowly slid the rubber phallus in and out.
	"You mean you can take a bigger "one" than that?" she asked, her mouth hanging open at the proposition.
	"It's called a "cock" and yeah I think so."
	"Let's try one of the big ones and see if it fits!" Becky squealed and ran over to the drawer and pulled out some of the bigger ones and a few small ones for her.
	Over the next hour the girls experimented seeing what they could fit into their pussies.  The biggest Ali was able to fit was a little over two inches in diameter - still bigger than anything she'd had in her yet.  Becky was able to take a small one, about an inch in diameter.  It hurt a little at first as Ali finished off what little remained of Becky's hymen.  
	Their play was interrupted as a woman named Maria came in to measure them for their wardrobes.  Maria asked the girls to strip down naked (which wasn't a stretch since they were bottomless anyway) so she could get accurate measurements for their clothing.  She was shocked when Ali stripped off her bikini top and her new boobs sprang forth.  She mumbled something in Spanish under her breath and pulled her measuring tape around under her breasts and checked the numbers.
	Leaving the girls to themselves, they went back to the drawer and looked for other stuff they could play with.  They had barely begun before they were interrupted as Luis knocked on the door and entered. 
	"I see you girls have already discovered some of the playthings in here.  Please put these on and follow me," he said as he handed bikinis to the girls.  Senor Castillo is requesting your presence in the grotto.

	An hour later and Ali had been fucked in her pussy twice by the energetic Jose Castillo, his erect cock never softening between orgasms.  Becky had her cherry officially popped and although she had been loosened up by the little dildo, it was much smaller than the real thing and she cried from the pain.
	"I'm impressed by how much you've grown since the first pictures I saw of you, especially your chest.  We'll have to keep up the hormone treatments," he said as he slowly thrust into Becky's deflowered pussy with his average sized penis.
	"Huh?  What are you talking about?" Ali asked as she watched her friend being fucked.  At least her crying had been reduced to a pathetic sounding whimper.  	The olive skinned man seemed to either not notice, or not care about the pain he was causing.
	"Your little friend has some catching up to do," he concluded as he picked up the pace and fired his third load of cum in an hour, but just his first into Becky's pussy.  
	"I'm going to turn you little beauties into my own little Barbie-dolls," he said as he groped Ali's bulging mounds.  "You girls can go now.  I need to contact your seller and get some more of those hormones," he said as he walked over and eased into the small pool at the end of the room.
	Ali looked at Becky and they both had the same puzzled look.  Hormones?  Seller?  What was he talking about?  Who was he talking about?  They had so many questions and had no answers.

	"Luis, do we have the supply of the hormones my favorite little American whore provided?"
	"Yes sir, about fifty pills.  Miss Stacey said two pills daily if you wish the girl Ali, to develop further."
	"Double it until I say otherwise, and the blond girl needs to catch up so give her even more."

	Returning to their rooms naked, Becky was still whimpering about her sore pussy; the girls found several stacks of clothing waiting for them including proper bras for Ali's swollen orbs.
	They went through their respective collections checking out what they liked and what they thought was just plain ugly.  It didn't matter, it was the only clothing they had other than what they had on their backs when they were snatched.
	Ali found the bra confining and would have preferred to go without, except that her sensitive nipples would have scraped over every new article of clothing as they weren't quite as soft as some of the shirts she was used to.
	Shortly, a knock on the door was followed by Luis wheeling in a cart with two trays on top, into Ali's room.  Her room had become their common room, or at least the one they'd spent the most time in.  
	"Dinner is ready girls.  Under Senor Castillo's strict instructions, you must eat everything being served."  He noted that they had found their stacks of clothing and as he had come to expect, Maria had done her usual fine job of measuring up the new arrivals with perfectly fitting attire.
	Luis had himself, crushed up the hormone pills and stirred it into the chocolate pudding he had placed on their trays.  Two pills for the dark haired beauty, six for the pretty blond.  This was new territory for him as the head of the house - he had overseen the care of an endless stream of young girls brought in for his boss's amusement.  None had ever been this young, nor as beautiful, and so rarely did he get American girls, it was normally far too risky.  Usually it was the daughter of some peasant farmer who was forced to sell one of his children for money, or in less honorable instances, a pretty girl who was grabbed off the street.  The manner in which they arrived usually didn't matter, they wouldn't be around for long.  Most never made it more than a week before the boss lost interest.  The majority of the girls were donated to his cousin to be used in his brothel, others... the ones that angered the Senor, often were disposed off in a most gruesome manner, and a lucky few were allowed to return home.  
	What did fate hold for these two girls?  One could never guess, it all depended on the Senor's mood, which varied with the direction of the wind.  His mood was most influenced by how business was going, if his shipments had been intercepted by the police, or worse, his competitors.
	All Luis knew was that his boss had taken a liking to the dark haired one with the boobs.  He had never seen a girl so young with development like that before and he was shocked it could be produced by the pills he had just given to the girls.  If the pills could produce an effect that would keep his boss interested, maybe the little dears would last longer than any of the others.  Even if they did, their futures would be a far cry from what they had dreamt of at night when their mommies tucked them into bed.

	The girls watched TV for a few hours after they finished their dinner, and as requested, they ate everything on their plates.  An hour later, Luis returned to clear their plates and was pleased when he saw that they followed his instructions.  "Senor Castillo will be up shortly to spend some time with each of you privately," Luis said as he backed the cart through the door of Ali's room, and left.
	True to his word, Luis' boss entered Becky's room without knocking and finding the young blond girl missing from her room, grew angry. "When I tell you I'm coming to see you, you had better be naked and waiting for me," he screamed.
	Entering Ali's room and continuing his tirade so both girls could understand the true meaning of his rage, he continued, "While you are here, you will be treated like a princess, you will be provided with the finest things money can buy, all I ask in return is your strict obedience.  If you do not comply, you will be punished. If you do not learn quickly, you will find yourself being sold off as a street whore and truly, you will find the meaning of misery!" he bellowed as he stormed out of the room.
	Several minutes later Luis returned and escorted Becky out into the hallway and disappeared.  Ali was scared now more than ever.  She'd seen little of her captor's demeanor prior to this outburst, but had learned that he was not a man to be trifled with.  
	A full hour had passed before Ali heard Becky's door open and heard heavy footsteps across her floor.  With the connecting door closed, she waited to hear Becky's voice but heard nothing.  For several minutes she waited before the footsteps could be heard again, the door closing suggested that whoever had entered, had just left.  She didn't dare leave her room to investigate and further anger the volatile Senor Castillo.  Ali had made sure that in case the Senor returned, she was naked and waiting for him.
	Several more minutes passed before she heard footsteps outside her own door.  Her door was opened and in walked a naked Senor Castillo, his penis partially erect and swinging in time with his stride as he walked toward the naked girl.  "I'm glad to see you have some common sense my beautiful princess," he said.  
	It was odd how the man's mood had swung so completely after the explosive reaction the girls had witnessed for such a simple thing like not being in your room when he came calling.
	The man climbed up onto Ali's bed and lay down beside the small brunette.  He began stroking her smooth skin, rubbing his fingers up and down her slender body, paying particular attention to the newly sprouted breasts that had not even existed a short number of days ago.  "These are lovely just the way they are," he said as he circled his fingers around her tiny little areola, the little buds crinkling up from his attention, and from the cool air coming through the window.  "My conscience tells me to take you off the medicine and leave them like this, but I cannot.  My curiosity would just get the better of me anyway so we will keep on growing these and see how big we can get them.  You will look so cute with that pretty face and a great big bosom."
	Ali was confused by his words as his touches were distracting her from concentrating on them.  He continued his little circles around her nipples and they were inducing the effects that would lead to her to a badly needed orgasm. Tingles ran up and down her spine as her mind tried it's best to go back to the things he had just said to her.  Something about medication - "oooohhhh," she moaned as he sucked her little brown nipple into his mouth.  His other hand slid up and down her lightly furred pussy, feeling the slippery juices leaking from her thin pussy lips.  
	Several minutes later, Ali was panting from his attention, her desire to be satiated peaking.  Her legs were squirming, her hands fidgeting from the sexual energy flowing through her young body.  The recent dose of hormones were kicking in and her body was telling her brain that it had needs to be fulfilled.  She was ready to jump onto his cock and begin relieving her sexual tension but she didn't dare do anything to upset the man
	"Suck me and get me hard," he said as he rolled over and lay on his back next to her, his semi-erect penis flopping to the side.  
	"You're bleeding," Ali said as she grabbed onto it.  She was just about to put it into her mouth when she noticed the traces of blood on it. 
	"It's okay, it's not mine.  It belongs to your friend, it was her punishment for not obeying instructions, now get sucking or be punished too," he commanded.
	Terrified all over again, Ali did as instructed and put the fleshy stalk in her mouth.  She could taste the salty tang of the blood and the acrid bitterness of something else encrusted onto his cock.  The taste was revolting but she dare not disobey her master and so continued her efforts to appease the man.  Her tongue and saliva washed the grime from his tool and shortly found that it tasted like nothing at all.  Ali wondered where the blood and nasty taste could have come from and hoped Becky was alright.  She hadn't heard any sound come from her room since the footsteps earlier.
	"That's enough princess, now get up here and please me," he directed and pulled her up onto his torso, her wet pussy sliding up the length of his saliva covered cock as she moved into position.
	Ali knew what to do from here and reached down and aimed the head of his tool at her muff and sat down.  The head breached her vaginal opening as her pressure forced the tool into her tight cavity.  She grunted as she speared her pussy onto his tool, the sensation satisfying both participants equally.  Ali groaned as her body thanked her for giving it what it needed.  Her eyes closed, her senses on high alert, Ali allowed her body's hormonally charged instincts to take over as she went on auto-pilot.  Her hips were moving up and down on their own, her hands grasping at her nipples, pulling pleasure from them as she quickened her pace.
	Underneath the little sexual dynamo, the man who had made this purchase, lay back in awe as his newest toy went to work riding his cock.  She was his youngest yet, and by far the prettiest and most erotic of the countless girls he had brought in to please him.  With her artificially enhanced breasts she was every man's wet dream, a lolita face with the developing body of a woman.  Her super wet snatch hugged his cock like a silken vise.  It was easily the best ride he'd ever had and it'd be a shame to get rid of her like he had all the rest.  He'd keep this one for as long as he could, but as a man who could have anything he wanted, ever-changing variety was what he craved.  This one might be different though, this one might be the one to change all that.
	An hour later, Ali was spent, she'd exhausted herself riding on the man's cock over and over again.  He seemed happy to lie back and let her do all the work.  She enjoyed it though, it was her first time being in control of her own body as she had sex, and it was an experience not to be forgotten.  All the other guys had all fucked "her", pounded into "her"; this time she was the one doing the fucking and she was in charge.  The orgasms were getting better too, the best ones were achieved when she could grind her clitty into his pelvis while he squeezed her nipples.
With his cum dripping from her slippery little hole, Ali screwed up enough courage to ask a single question as the man headed for the door.  "Excuse me sir?  Can I ask you a question?"
	"Yes, my little princess, what is it?"
	"Is my friend Becky okay?  I mean, she was bleeding, is she hurt?" Ali asked politely.
	"Nothing that won't be healed in a day or two.  But if you are worried, you can go check on her," he said as he headed for the door naked, and left closing the door behind him.
	Ali was worried about Becky, "Healed in a day or two?  What had he done to her?" she wondered as she padded over the door adjoining the two rooms.  
Slowly opening the door, Ali found the room in darkness but heard a muffling sound coming from the bed.  Finding the bedside lamp, Ali turned it on a got a terrible shock.  Becky lay there spread-eagled on the bed, her hands and feet shackled in what looked like some type of leather bracelets.  A thin rope attached each bracelet to the bedposts of all four corners, her limbs were pulled taught.  A gag had been placed in her mouth and Becky's eyes were red and tear-stained.  She'd been crying and was in obvious discomfort.  Looking down Ali could see a towel under her friend's butt and tape over her vagina.
	Pulling the gag out of her mouth Ali cried, "Becky are you alright?"
	"My kitty, get that thing out of my kitty, it hurts!" she said.
	Pulling the tape off, Ali found one of the vibrating rubber cocks shoved all the way into her friends tiny pussy.  Pulling the fake cock out of friend's pussy, Ali saw that it was the size of a real man's penis.  She was shocked they'd crammed that in there.  It must have been driving her crazy lying there with that thing inside of her for so long.  The least they could have done was turn it on she thought.  It actually sounded kind of inviting to her, she was still feeling horny from her fuck session with their owner, Jose.
	Continuing on, Becky cried, "My butt hurts so bad.  That man smacked me with some kind of stick.  I think he called it a cane.  He whacked me over and over again until I think I was bleeding.  Then he put his thingy-."
	"-Cock," Ali corrected.
	"Yeah, his cock, he put it in my butt.  It really hurt!  I cried so much that I think I finally feinted.  Then when I woke up I couldn't move, it was dark, something was hurting my kitty, it felt like a baseball bat was shoved in me.  I didn't know what was going on!  I knew something was in my mouth but I couldn't speak, I was so scared!  I heard you in your room but I couldn't tell what was going on.  You were screaming out or something.  Are you okay?" Becky asked, her mouth just rambling on not even giving Ali a chance to answer.
	"Becky, stop for a second.  I'm fine, more than fine actually.  I just had three awesome orgasms and I got to fuck Mister Castillo instead of him fucking me.  It was my first time doing that.  It was fun."
	"Fun?  How can you say that was fun?  It hurt a lot, what he did, both times, before in my kitty-"
	"-Pussy," Ali corrected as she looked to see how she could untie her friends bonds.
	"Fine, pussy, and it hurt when he stuck his thingy- sorry his "cock" into my butt.  Is it okay if I say "butt"?  Or is there a special word for that too?" she asked with an annoyed tone.
	"I think butt is okay, ass too.  I think one of the guys the other night called it a "shitter", and maybe...," Ali trailed off realizing that it probably wasn't good timing for a rambling lesson for "butt" synonyms.
	"Can you get these cuffs off me please?" Becky asked as she squirmed around trying to test her bindings.
	"I'm not sure if I should.  Let me go ask if I can.  I don't want to get in trouble too," Ali replied.  Thinking about what she had just said, Ali grabbed the adult sized dildo and began working it back into her friend's bald pussy.
	"What are you doing?" Becky said in a panic as she felt the rubber cock returning to her stretched-out pussy.  She thrashed around trying to prevent the intrusion but the bindings on her arms and legs were too tight.  As hard as she tried, Becky could do nothing physically to stop her friend from pushing and twisting the dildo as it was wedged back into her tube.  She pleaded with Ali to stop, crying out that it hurt, and she was rewarded with the gag going back into her mouth.
	"I'm sorry Beck, but this is for your own good.  You don't want to get in trouble again do you?  Because we'd both get it this time," Ali said as she firmly pushed the last two inches into her tight little pussy.  The smooth hairless labia looked obscenely stretched around the large phallus as Ali grabbed the piece of tape.  She felt a pang of jealousy as she cranked the vibrations up to their maximum setting before securing the device with the strip of tape still attached to her butt cheek.
	Whoever had fixed the rubber cock into her hole in the first place had not bothered turning it on Ali recalled.  "What a waste to have that big thing in there without at least turning it on," she thought.  Her first experience with a vibrator was only hours old, but she'd discovered the fun that could be had with one.  Her thoughts returned to the task at hand, to find out if she could relieve her friend of her bindings and help her poor battered bottom.

~ end of chapter 3 ~