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CHAPTER 3
Tara stood there, naked and feeling all alone in this big office with two men fully clothed standing authoritatively nearby. Tears flowed ceaselessly down her cheeks and her chest heaved from her sobs. How could she survive a year like this, she wondered.
Vanderkamp began his questioning of her, as if she were a criminal.
"Okay Taracunt, you will answer my questions truthfully and without fail or face punishment, understood cunt?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, are you a virgin cunt?"
"No Sir."
"Good, how many partners have you had?"
"Five Sir."
"Wow, you have gotten around." That brought a new shame to the girl, already embarrassed at having to answer these questions. "How old were you when you allowed a boy to fuck your pussy?"
"Um, 15 Sir." She was humiliated. Answering intimate questions was bad enough but to do it while naked and on full display was beyond anything she could have imagined.
"And how many of your holes have you allowed men to fuck?"
She hesitated, unsure of the question and then blushed terribly. "Two Sir. My vagina and my mouth Sir."
"No cunt, that is not a vagina you have done there," he said, pointing at her mound. "That is a pussy or a cunt. And those things are tits, not breasts or chest, tit or titties and love mounds. Anything that I determine they are…but you will refer to them as tits or titties. Got it?"
"Yes sir," she said, disgraced at his words.
"What are these," he said, walking towards her and grabbing her breasts with both hands. She gasped but kept her hands tucked behind her neck.
"They are my tits Sir," she whispered, barely able to get the words out.
"Good," he said, taking his right hand her left breasts and sliding it between her legs. "And this wet thing, what is this?"
She moaned at his touch, not believing that she was aroused in the slightest. The whole thing was horrible but she could not deny that her sex was squishy to his touch.
"That is my pussy Sir."
"Excellent. Now, when was your last period?"
Why did he want to know that, she wondered. How humiliating!
"It finished last Thursday Sir."
"How often do you masturbate?"
Oh God, she had to admit it, though she wasn't sure why. "Every day Sir." She was totally thrown by the admission, not sure why she was pouring her heart out. No one would have known if she was lying.
"Well now, you really are quite the slut aren't you? Multiple partners, two input and now we find out that you diddle yourself every day. Ever more than once a day?"
She blushed a deeper red than she thought possible and nodded before remembering she had to speak and said "Yes Sir, sometimes."
Vanderkamp looked at Jim and smiled. This girl was a keeper and they both knew it.
"Okay, start diddling yourself for me. Show me how you do it."
No, she couldn't! Not here, not now, not in front of these men! She knew the price of hesitation and resistance and almost without thinking her right hand came down and slid between her legs, rubbing the length of her puffy lips, her palm grazing over her clit. She moaned despite herself and the situation. With her left hand she started to rub her nipples, already achingly hard. Her right hand started its familiar routine, rubbing the exterior of her lips and then sliding inside, making a squelching noise from the extreme wetness. The noise mortified her but she didn't stop…it was feeling too good and she was already aware of the penalty for inaction.
Tara moved her left hand down to run her clit as her right fucked inside her pussy. She was gyrating her hips, rotating them around, her legs quivering, her body quickly covering with a sheen of sweat despite the cold. She felt the rumblings of an orgasm starting to build inside of her sex and beginning its trek throughout her body. "Oh," she said softly but gutturally.
Her body glowed from the sheen of a woman on the brink of orgasm. Redness, from sexual excitement this time instead of humiliation, spread from her cheeks down to her breasts. There was no doubt to the two men watching that this girl was almost there.
"STOP!"
Tara's eyes flew open in surprise. Her reverie was broken and her hands stopped their machinations.
"But Sir, please, I was so close," she begged.
"Yes, I know what a slut like you wants but you must learn that I control every part of your body for the next year," Vanderkamp said. "Hands behind your neck again."
Reluctantly she did as commanded. Her pussy was noticeably wet and her body was still quivering. Her nipples were a dark red and enflamed. The girl looked even more unnerved than before, just the result the man had hoped for.
"Now it is time for you to declare your 'religion.'"
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