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  SOLD INTO SUBMISSION

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  POWERONE

  A Renaissance E Books publication

  ISBN 1-58873-839-6

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  Copyright © 2006 by Powerone

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  A Sizzler/B&D Edition

  Chapter 1. The Depression Takes its Toll

  It was already snowing, an early winter making life on the street that much more difficult. Marie barely had time to celebrate graduating from high school before tragedy struck her family. Her father, barely forty, died from black lung disease, his body ravaged by the fast-moving ailment. Too many years underground digging coal in the Appalachian hills had taken its toll on his youthful body, in its prime. The depression had already struck the country, making life very difficult for families with one breadwinner working. Life was now almost impossible for Marie's family. Her mother, Brenda, now a widow, was all alone with her nineteen-year-old daughter Marie.

  With the little money they had, Marie and her mother moved to Boston where a relative, Camilla, agreed to provide temporary housing until the women could find jobs. But the bad luck continued, and Brenda was only able to find a part-time menial cleaning job for a rich man in the Bankers Hill part of town. Marie was unable to find even a menial job, as most employers figured she would leave at the first chance of a better job. But they never let her out of sight without first propositioning her, her youthful body a valuable asset to barter for.

  Then tragedy struck again. The relatives Marie and her mother were staying with had to leave town when Camilla's mother had a heart attack. Marie and Brenda were left in the small, cramped apartment for the balance of the month. They were soon evicted, of course, for Brenda's pay was not even sufficient to cover the monthly rent.

  They had been on the street for two weeks now, living in one of the Homerville's that were sprouting up all over the cities and towns, places where families could pitch a tent, or build a shanty to keep them somewhat dry from the rain and the snow that was coming. Crime was rampant, your possessions gone before you even realized it. Theft of meager food rations was enough to warrant violent attacks, dangerous enough for a family but more than hazardous for two females alone without protection.

  Brenda was off at work one day while Marie napped on the floor of the tent they called home. It was raining outside, the rows of tents looking deserted as those within tried to stay dry and warm. It happened so fast that Marie didn't even have time to scream. The tent flap was thrown back, and Marie was startled from sleep when two men appeared, the look on their faces surprised, since they hadn't expected anyone to be inside. They were quicker than she was. The shorter one quickly jumped on Marie and pinned her to the ground, his dirty hand sealing her mouth before she could scream.

  "Shit, I thought you said no one was here.” The taller one scrambled inside the tent, closing the flap, tying it tight.

  "It was so quiet, I thought both of them were gone. What do you expect me to do, stand out in the fuckin’ rain all morning watching? We're leaving this dump today anyway, what's the difference? Let's tie the bitch up and grab everything they have. No one will see us in the goddamn rain.” He was shorter than his partner was, but muscular and wiry, able to move quickly in cramped places, great for robbing homes and tents. His partner was tall, almost too tall, always having to duck even to get through doorways. His size was always a lucky deterrent when they were caught, letting them go a smarter move than trying to subdue a much bigger opponent. They had been robbing tents and shanties for almost a week now, their anonymity gone. If they didn't leave soon, they would be caught, and the thought of jail in this lousy town was not very appealing.

  He threw his partner over some rope and a dirty red bandana. “Gag the bitch, don't want her alerting anyone."

  "Just calm down and you won't get hurt,” he whispered to Marie. “I don't want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. I'm just going to tie you up. Your momma will let you loose when she gets home. I'm going to take my hand off your mouth and put this gag on you. If you make a sound, I'll cut you,” a knife suddenly appearing in his hand, glistening in the candlelight in the tent.

  Marie was scared. Her mother would not be home for at least four hours. Marie was afraid of what they might do to her, too many cases of rape occurred in the camp already, and no one ever was prosecuted for them. The girls just usually left the camp, too embarrassed to stay, afraid of becoming pregnant. When the knife pricked her neck, Marie's body tensed and went still. She felt the hand remove from her mouth, quickly replaced by the red bandana, the smell and taste of the foul cloth assaulted her senses. She looked around, the other man throwing their meager belongings into a cloth sack. He turned around, catching her watching him.

  "Blindfold her."

  Darkness came quickly, another rag thrown over her eyes, the smell of oil filling her nose. The man finally got off her and Marie was able to breathe again. She heard the faint voices of the men whispering, but was not able to make out what they were saying. She found her wrists pulled forward, thick ropes tied around them tightly, binding them together.

  "Beneath all that dirt, I think she is good looking. Young too, maybe a virgin,” the tall one whispered to the other. “We have time, let's fuck her."

  "What the fuck, if we get arrested for these robberies we're going to jail for a long time. It's been a while since I had a whore. Might as well fuck some fresh meat. It's not like she's going to complain much.” He began to tie her ankles together.

  The ropes were too tight, digging into her flesh, her fingers were already growing numb. Her ankles were next, bound together. At least her thighs were tightly clenched, Marie thought. She hoped they would leave soon. Suddenly she felt her legs being raised up into the air, higher and higher, someone tugging on the ropes that held them tight. Another pair of hands grabbed her wrists, drawing them up into the air. She felt hands fumbling with her wrists and ankles, then felt her body begin to slump down when the hands released her, only to stop quickly after being lowered an inch or two. They had tied her wrists and ankles together, tying them to something high up in the tent, probably the center post. Her body was bent in two, drawn up high, her rear the only thing on the ground now. She shivered in fear. If they were going to leave, why tie her in such a position? She listened, only hearing faint rustling sounds as they moved about the room.

  "MMMMFGGG,” she screamed into the gag. Unseen hands began to run up her legs, starting at her buttocks and moving up higher and higher. She felt a sudden rush of cold air on her legs; her long skirt had been pulled aside or down, her legs slowly being made naked, the harsh calloused hands now running over her silky skin unopposed. She tried to wiggle, ineffective except to make her buttocks scrape on the rough floor.

  "I told you she would be nice under all that dirt,” he said, his hand finding her shapely legs as he slowly stripped the skirt down until it fell back on the ground around Marie, her white panties revealed. He let his hand move lower until he caressed her ass, her jerking around more frantic now that she realized their intentions. It w ouldn't do any good, her trussed up body making her available to whatever they wanted to do to her.

  The other one undid his trousers, pulling out his cock, hard after seeing her half-naked body slowly exposed. He fisted it, lying on the floor next to her face, his hands touching her cheeks gently. “Stop fighting, Bitch,” the knife pressed into her neck again, her body frozen in fear. He moved his cock near her cheek and began to rub it all over her face, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum along her cheeks.

  She didn't understand what he was doing, just afraid of the knife that had pricked her skin. She felt hot flesh pushed against her cheek, afraid to think of what he was doing. She felt the flesh rubbing along her lips, leaving a trail of wetness, Marie keeping her tongue into her mouth, when the sudden realization that he had taken his penis out and was rubbing it over her face finally hit her. The gag prevented it from entering her mouth but split her lips, leaving them vulnerable. “MMMGGGH,” she squirmed as a finger ran between her tightly clenched thighs, moving up to touch her sex, the thick finger applying pressure, pushing her panties between her cheeks and her labia. She squirmed again, the finger more insistent, sliding up and down her tightly clenched slit, pushing her panties deeper between her lips. The hand holding her face pulled her tighter against the pulsating flesh, Marie was now able to feel the entire piece of flesh pressed against her face. It was huge, his hand rubbing it back and forth over her cheeks, over her nose and forehead before bringing it back to her gagged mouth. She panicked when she felt him trying to force it into the corner of her mouth, between the gag and her widely stretched lips.

  She had lovely curves. The man reveled at the feel of his hands running over the clenched flesh of her butt, even as she tightened her muscles to resist his fondling hands. She had a great body, a body that he would enjoy. It had been a long time since he had one this young, and he hoped she was a virgin, a nice, tight, hot sheath for his cock. His hands ran all over her flesh, feeling her hips and cheeks before running a finger up and down her inner thighs as she squirmed beneath him. He looked over at his partner, seeing him rubbing his naked cock all over the girl's face. His partner was trying to force his cock head passed the gag and into her mouth, her wide spread lips forced even wider, his hands holding her head pinned. He let his finger slide along her slit again, this time applying more pressure, feeling her lips suddenly give, her panties pushed between. He could feel the moisture of her hot sex, as he let his finger slide up and down, masturbating her. Her attention was drawn away from him as his partner succeeded in getting the head of his cock inside her lips, the gag pressed out of the way, her lips almost splitting.

  She couldn't stop them, four hands exploring her bound body, the hot flesh of a thick penis trying to force its way into her small mouth. Her head felt as if it were exploding, hands on each side pressing in too hard, keeping her from moving away as the penis pushed aside the gag and finally wedged its way between her lips. “MMMGGG,” she gagged as the foul taste of the penis entered her mouth, her tongue accidentally running over the flesh. Marie jerked to try to pull away as soon as she felt it. The taste of his organ quickly filled her mouth, and gagging, she tried to keep from vomiting, afraid the gag would make her choke to death on her own vomit if she did. Her lips hurt. The corners of her mouth were stretched too wide She felt the man's penis growing larger in her mouth, as it crushed her lips against her teeth. She whined in pain as it continued its assault.

  Her hot mouth straining on his cock head almost made him cum, but he fought the urge, wanting instead to pump his cum into her young, tight sex. He let his cock sit in her mouth, feeling her tongue helplessly brush against it. He let his hand wander up to her breasts. One large hand easily able to grasp the firm flesh of one breast, and squeezing it tightly as he would fruit, he was rewarded with her moan in the gag as he gripped it too tight.

  Yes, she had a nice body beneath the dirty rags she was wearing, his cock throbbing at the thought of stripping her naked. Feeling her nipples pushing against the threadbare material of her dress, he pinched one, to make it swell up. He twisted it, hearing her moan in pain, her chest shaking, as she tried to pull her breast back from his hand. But this only succeeding in exciting him further as her lovely breasts shook beneath her dress. He let his other hand grab her other breast, finding the nipple, pulling them both out now, to make her moan louder with fresh pain as he stretched them.

  His partner watched as he mauled the girl's breasts, his hands running up and down her naked flanks. Goose bumps appeared on her alabaster flesh as he snaked his fingers closer to her crotch, her slit outlined by the panties trapped between her lips. He let his hand run along the edge, applying pressure to the white panties, pushing them inward as he moved up and down until some fine, dark pubic hairs began to show. He yanked one, and hearing her muffled yell beneath the gag, yanked another, watching her body jerk in pain each time. He pushed the panties aside until he found her puffy labia, thick, black hair covering her mound, his cock jerking in excitement at the thought of her naked. He pinched her labia tight, compressing the fatty tissue in his fingers, twisting it as she squirmed beneath him. He could do anything he wanted to her and she could not resist. And he intended to do many things to her, to perform many perverse acts upon her virginal body.

  She struggled as best as she could, but the tight bondage allowed no escape. Marie knowing that they would rape her, and there was little she could do to stop them. She had been protecting her virginity, only now to have it snatched away. Maybe she should have done as Amy did. Amy was her best friend. They had so much in common. They both lived on the street and both had fathers who had died or left them alone with their mothers. Amy was pretty like Marie, and men always propositioned her as they did Marie. When Amy could not stand life on the street any longer, she took an offer from one of the pimps on the street. When she had left a week ago, Amy told Marie she wouldn't contact her. She didn't want Marie to find out what she had become. Amy had only said she was desperate and could find no other way to survive in this world. Now, when Marie had avoided every proposition, what she had protected for so long was going to be taken away in a violent act of rape and maybe worse. Maybe they would kill her.

  They were surprised when a man appeared in the doorway, pointing a gun at them. With a look, the gunman demanded silence and the men raised up their hands. With a jerk of his gun, the newcomer directed the would-be rapists out of the tent. The two men grabbed their bag of loot and ran out into the rain. The gunman did nothing to stop them.

  Bill looked at the trussed-up body, the young girl's half-naked flesh so inviting. Bill had been a pimp for about three years now, always trying to get Marie to go to work for him. He hadn't been wrong about her, her body was beautiful, so young and firm, just what the older, rich men wanted. Her friend Amy worked for him in Philadelphia. She was making a lot of money, enough to take care of herself and her mother, now. It wasn't such a bad life. Bill made sure that nothing bad that happened to them that wasn't planned.

  Some of Bill's clients had eccentric tastes. These men indulged in perverse pleasures and the pimp was paid handsomely for providing his clients with young girls to bind tightly in their beds. Bill enjoyed his work, and he scoured the Homerville's regularly to acquire fresh flesh. Just imagining a virgin bound and spread, with each innocent orifice ready to be probed, made his cock throb. Bill was the city's largest pimp. He appreciated the perversions he catered to and he was paid well for his job.

  Bill had one client, Michael, with a more specific request now, a rich man in Bankers Hill. Handsome and powerful, this man could bed and wed the finest girl in Boston. But, that isn't what Michael wanted. No, he was looking for a mail order, bondage bride. He didn't care to wine and dine a girl, he wanted to use a girl for a year or so and then be able to discard her. And he wanted a virgin to toy with. Bill's most important client enjoyed a wealth of perversions. He considered strict bondage of the female form an art, the infliction of humiliating discipline essentia l. Michael would pay well for an obedient, lovely, young girl to submit to his perverse desires. And he had many, many that an innocent virgin could not even begin to fathom. He would teach his mail-order bride the fine line between pleasure and pain.

  Bill could wait no longer, he had to see what Marie looked like under those virginal white panties. She still thought the robbers were here. He would rescue her soon, but first he would explore her body. He moved to the floor, her naked flanks so near. His hands reached out and caressed her skin, moving up and down gently, moving back to her hips, sliding under her buttocks, lifting her cheeks up to accommodate his hand. He squeezed her, enjoying the firm flesh beneath his fingers, her body pushed up as he did. Two hands were under her, pulling her body up, his hands freely exploring her. He clenched her flesh tightly in his hands, feeling her jerk away, one finger sliding between her cheeks when she relaxed, her buttocks suddenly clenching on the finger when she realized where it was. But it was too late, his finger trapped between her cheeks, feeling her pulsating anus, so hot.

  When Marie felt the penis pulled from her lips, fearing where it would go next, she was relieved but scared. She felt hands on her flesh again, different, but no less intrusive. They were openly fondling her, strong fingers gripping her flesh. She shuddered, quickly tightening her muscles when she let a finger accidentally slip between her cheeks, jerking as she felt the unfamiliar touch on her anus. Why would anyone want to touch her there? But it was unmistakable, the fingertip stayed pushed against her anus, moving slightly as if he was trying to stick it inside her. “MMMGGG,” she screamed in the gag, realizing that the hands under her buttocks had gripped her panties and were pulling them down. She squirmed as she felt the panties slowly inching down her cheeks, the thin material the only protection she had. Now they would be gone, his fingers free to explore her most intimate areas. The hands returned, Marie now able to feel the calloused fingers touching her naked skin, sliding under her cheeks again, unable to stop him as he lifted her bound body up. She could feel her panties pulled to her thighs, knowing he could see her most intimate parts of her body. Her only salvation was that her thighs were tightly clenched together. The hands began to grip her cheeks again, Marie clenching her cheeks together, not wanting to repeat the previous mistake and let him touch her anus.