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Rose Owns Torrie's Ass Ch. 01

By: TheDarkCloud



Rose Wilson and Torrie Webster were friends as kids from the moment they started at nursery school. Their surnames saw them sat together and, coupled with the fact they lived just one street apart, meant that they quickly became best friends. There were a lot of similarities to their early home life. Both their fathers were unknown and their abandoned mothers had to struggle to raise them through abject poverty. But throughout the bad times they stayed friends and grew into very different, but attractive teenagers.

Rose had jet black hair, which she liked to wear long. She had a waif-like thin figure and a razor sharp, acerbic, wit and cynicism. Torrie by comparison was a statuesque blonde, tall and had a very full figure with a very curvy bosom and ass. She wasn't as smart as Rose, but had never found this too much of a hindrance.

When Torrie was fourteen her mother, Wendy, married. Wendy had always been a survivor, always somehow finding the ways and means to pay the bills and bring her daughter up as well as she could. She didn't have much education but had plenty of drive and determination and managed to bag a job as a cleaner in a lawyer's office and eventually worked her way into being the receptionist. The lawyer was wealthy but shy and plain, if not ugly, and he swiftly fell for Wendy's charms (she was a good looking woman despite the hard life she had lived up to that point) and when Torrie was Fifteen they married.

His name was Herb Chapman and besides being besotted with his new family he was proud of them and took pleasure in showing them off and spent money changing their lives for the better. This meant that immediately Torrie jumped up a few levels of the unofficial social strata at school and a split occurred in Torrie and Rose's relationship. While Torrie started getting a whole new wardrobe of brighter, better clothes, Rose stayed in her dark, dingy shirts (she was increasingly becoming a goth). Torrie started making new friends, girls who had previously looked down their noses at her. Friends whose parents knew Torrie's step-father and encouraged them to welcome Torrie into their group. Initially Torrie wanted to stay friends with Rose but before long she had these new, better, richer friends - chiefly Angelina and Jenna - and the three of them became a tight knit clique, commonly known as the "Queen Bees".

Rose watched this all happen and her dark attitude only became darker and a deep rooted resentment burned over the years into hatred and contempt for her old friend. For gods sake she was a cheerleader now! So it was with that background that the following events occurred that lit the blue touch paper on a shocking explosion between the two girls in their last year of High school, with both aged just eighteen.

*

It was a Friday morning like any other and in the bedroom of Rose's boyfriend James (known as Jazz) the two of them were cutting classes with the intention to make out. Jazz went to buy condoms and waiting for him Rose began to scan over his computer to discover, to no surprise that he had recently been surfing all kinds of porn in his settings history. Rose wasn't bothered by it, all guys were like that anyway, but she clicked on some of the links to see what the pervert was into. Some of the stuff was pretty hardcore and shocking, even to Rose. She decided to really give him a hard time about it when he came back when suddenly one of the pictures registered with her. She recognised the model, clicking on the picture enlarged it to show that she was in the act of being double penetrated by two huge black cocks. Rose looked again and a wide, beaming smile passed across her cruel face in recognition of Torrie's mother being the recipient of the man meat. The filthy slut!

Just at that moment Jazz returned, eager to once again fuck his gothic but sexy girlfriend but he stopped dead upon seeing her on his computer having discovered his penchant for hardcore pornography. He tried to explain and apologise but Rose was so caught up in her ideas she just shushed him and told him to sit down and shut up.

The models name was listed as Wanda Vegas and the rest of their morning was spent searching the net for more and they found plenty. She seemed to have done quite a bit of work about five years ago but had not been heard from for around three years. Rose knew why! Wanda had obviously been her pseudonym and although she was pretty she was obviously never going to hit it big in mainstream porn. So she had made her money in more "specialist" areas and this had obviously been the way she had supported herself and her daughter over the years. The pictures and video clips kept coming as Rose searched : Golden and brown showers; Gang Bangs, Bukkake, bondage, S & M, even a farm clip, Torrie's mum had obviously been willing to do whatever to make her money.

Rose sat back, the glimmer of a brilliant idea forming in her head, sneaked a hand out towards Jazz's crotch and squirmed it down the front of his trousers, located his throbbing teenage cock and gave it a hard rub.

She looked into his eyes and announced "Come on lover, I'm in the mood to fuck your sick brains out!"

*

Torrie sat on the wooden bench and reflected on how her life was just now. She tossed her beautiful blonde hair back in it's new, expensive cut and stretched her long, athletic legs (exposed by a tiny tartan mini-skirt) as she turned to watch her two best friends arguing playfully.

Angelina was tall, olive skinned, dark haired and statuesque. She had a very fit, hard body and an extremely well developed set of breasts that were the envy of most of the girls in school. She was into all types of sports and was universally regarded as the fittest, toughest girl in school. A real Lara Croft look-a-like, even down to wearing her hair in a long ponytail that reached to her peachy arse.

Jenna was by contrast, not tough at all. She was small and petite and blonde but very brainy and tended to be pretty sharp in her comments on most of her classmates. She had even been known to be racist, which had shocked Torrie but she had kept quiet for fear of falling out with her. She was also noted throughout school as a confirmed virgin, proud of the fact and took great pains to explain that only someone she deemed to be "really special and worthy" would take her cherry.

Torrie watched a gaggle of dark clothed, gothic looking, sullen teenagers slouch their way past the bench, casting their baleful glances at the three superior friend sitting above them, and was relieved to see that Rose was not amongst them. They had once been such close friends but Torrie had traded up since then and was glad not to have to try and balance these disparate sets of people.

*

Next Monday afternoon and Torrie sat at her desk in her room doing some homework while she enjoyed two free periods from school. This house was in a much nicer suburb than she had grown up in and she loved it. Her mother and step-father were out all afternoon so when the doorbell rang she had to spring up and dash downstairs to answer it.

The door swung in to reveal Rose standing nonchalantly on the step, chewing gum furiously. She had heavy boots, black tights, a short black skirt and a black T-shirt under a studded leather jacket. The piercing in her nose, eyebrow and ears completed the look she desired.

"Hi T, how're ya doin'?" this was a rhetorical question she smugly asked as she confidently strode past Torrie, uninvited. She hadn't been in here for nearly two years.

Annoyed, Torrie tried to keep her cool.

"Um, come in Rose, how are you, erm . what can I do for you? I'm kinda busy you know.."

"Well Babe, it's more what I can do for you (said very sarcastically). Have you got a computer? I bet you do."

"What? Why? What is this Rose?"

"Come on Tor I want to show you something."

Reluctantly Torrie led her former friend up to her room, figuring that the quickest way to get rid of her would be to humour her.

Minutes later Rose took great pleasure in watching the exact moment that the bottom fell out of Torrie's perfect new life as she showed her page after page of filth. Recognition of her own mother was almost immediate. Torrie slumped onto her bed, her hands to her face in shock as Rose stood over, hands on hips, taking absolute command and she had a hard look over her black lipstick covered mouth.

Finally, Torrie raised her head and with her eyes blurring with tears at what she had just seen she tried to address her old friend.

"R-Rose, what, what is this? What do you want? Please don't...."

"Shut up you stupid blonde bimbo", Torrie recoiled from the harsh tone that delivered these words.

"Just shut the fuck up and listen to me, because if you don't, believe me I'll destroy all this (indicating the house with her hands). You're going to do what I say, when I say and to who I say from now on. And if you don't, well your new 'daddy' is gonna find out all the gory details of what your mum really is. And I can't see him liking that can you? No chance and it'll be back to the gutter for you and your mum. Back where you came from and back where you belong!"

"Oh God, no!" Torrie made no attempt now to hide her dread of this happening. With tear stained cheeks she implored Rose not to do this, begged her to relent.

"Why am I doing this? Nothing other than seeing you suffer bitch. You dumped me as a friend as soon as you could to get in with those snobby sluts you hang about with now. Well if you want to make sure that your step-daddy doesn't discover his wife's past you're going to do just what I want, aren't you?"

Torrie stared into the implacable dark irises of Rose and knew she was mad, knew she was dangerous but also knew she would have to submit to Rose's demands the possible implications of not doing so were too much for her to contemplate. She wasn't even thinking of her mother more how it would affect her. She had finally made it into something at school, a cheerleader with 'normal' friends, she could not face losing that. So she bowed her head to Rose and Rose knew that she had her, now she owned Torrie's ass. And she knew exactly what she was going to do with it!

Rose left that day with strict instructions that Torrie should make her excuses and arrange to come to Rose's house, alone at seven the next Friday night. The implied threat always existed, if she didn't then her step-father would find out about her mother's past. Of course, she could have stood up to Rose, could have called her bluff but Torrie enjoyed her lifestyle, was too vain to risk losing that, so chose to take what she thought was the 'easy' option. It wouldn't be.

Rose opened her front door to Torrie that night dressed exactly as she had been when she had visited her before - all in black. Torrie had walked down the street, remembering so many times from her childhood, scared and frightened of the neighbourhood, she shouldn't be here any more, she was better than this, she had escaped it.

Rose ushered her blonde visitor into her house safe in the knowledge that her drunkard mother would not return home for at least seven more hours. She dragged Torrie through to her own, dark bedroom and told her to sit on the bed as she explained exactly what would happen to her that night.

"I've invited Gilbert McMaster over tonight."

Gilbert was the ugliest, geekiest, fattest, smelliest kid in their year. Eighteen and never had a girlfriend and never likely to have one, he was so gross. He wasn't the nicest either as he seemed to have grown up on a diet of porn that gave him bad attitude to girls. Torrie didn't like the sound of this already.

"See I've promised him that he would lose his virginity tonight Torrie. It's up to you. He can either lose it to you and I get to tape it all or he can lose it to me and tomorrow morning your step-dad gets an anonymous letter telling him all about your mum. So, what's it going to be?"

Torrie nearly retched at the prospect but there was no way she would lose this life she had for herself. Looking up at Rose, she could see she was deadly serious and probably would screw Gilbert if she disobeyed her. Part of her toyed with doing just that, just to see Rose do that but she knew she wouldn't.

"OK" she answered dejectedly just as Rose's front door came alive to the noise of hard knocking.

"Ah, your lover's early. Must be keen. Like I say, you do what I say and I'll keep my word. I'll bring him in here and you act like this is exactly what you want, like he's the hunkiest guy you've ever seen, strip off, get down on your knees and blow him them let him fuck you. Understand? And make like you're loving every second, bitch."

As Rose exited the bedroom Torrie looked around in disgust at both the surroundings and what she was about to do. God, Rose was sick and twisted but if this is what it took to buy her silence then Torrie would do it, she would let nothing threaten her perfect lifestyle. Then Gilbert appeared in the doorway and that resolve was tested to the limit.

Gilbert really was not a nice person. Not in any imaginable way. Physically he was fairly repulsive. Black, greasy hair lay untidily atop his rotund, sweaty head and framed his thick, black spectacle frames, which he constantly and unconsciously, was always pushing up his pig-like nose. His black eyes stared out keenly from behind the glass, glaring uncomfortably at those in his radius. He had a heavy body on short, stubby legs that his stomach overlapped at the top. Visually, he was fat and ugly and he didn't seem to care or do anything to at least improve his appearance. People at school steered clear of him and made fun of him but rather than feel sympathy for him others just steered clear of him.

His mind and mouth seemed as unpleasant as his appearance and whether one caused the other is a debate for another day but suffice to say that he seemed to know no limits when he spoke. He was rude, crude and opinionated. He caused offence with every comment and seemed at times to revel in his role as unofficial horror of the class year. He was used to it; he had occupied that role since he had started high school. He delighted in swearing in front of the girls in the year and had been known to make the lewdest comments at them purely to either annoy or offend them.

He stood in the doorway, basically blocking out most of the door, pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled. Rose, also smiling, slipped around the far side of him, trying, obviously, not to come into contact with him. The two of them stood there like a grotesque version of beauty and the beast and Rose began to talk.

"You see Gilbert, I wasn't fooling you. Here she is, Torrie Webster all dolled up and waiting for you. She'll do what ever you want. Tell her what you want."

"I want the bitch to get over here and suck my cock", Gilbert drawled in his slow, syrupy accent.

Torrie winced with each word and felt she must retch and be sick and tell both these hideous people to get stuffed but as she stood from the bed she caught the glint in Rose's eye, daring her to leave, daring her to try how serious Rose was and she knew, she knew that this would have to be done. In her tight white blouse and short tartan skirt she looked every inch the perfect schoolgirl to Gilbert and he could not resist tugging at his sticky cock through his school trousers.

"That's it Torrie, I want you on your knees to give me a blow job and you better do good, then I'm gonna fuck you."

My god, the repulsive pervert was licking his lips as he spoke and fondled himself as the sweet blonde he had long lusted after (along with most of the other females at school) bent submissively before him and sank to her knees, her beautiful blonde hair in a cute pigtail on her head. Gilbert hadn't questioned Rose when she had offered this for tonight, it wasn't the type of thing that happened to him and he just readily agreed. Rose had told him that he could fuck her or Torrie that night and that was his fantasy to fuck a girl that it was going to be a hottie like Torrie Webster just made it all the sweeter.

Torrie though of the prospect of slipping back to her old life, her old 'friends', her old house with the news of what her mother had been and done and had no doubts she was doing the right thing as her pretty mouth and jaw mechanically opened as Gilbert fumbled with his zipper and a thick, ugly slab of cock sprang out. In her moment of defeat Torrie still thought that the fat bastard had probably never seen his cock for the last ten years. Oh god, she hoped he washed it!

Rose almost giggled. Her plan was going so beautifully, she pressed the button on the camera she had gotten from her boyfriend, Jazz (had cost her a hand job!) and swung the lens towards Torrie's face. Her wide open eyes and mouth perfectly framed as she zoomed out to clearly display the cock she was about to fellate belonged to class outcast Gilbert McMaster.

Urgh1 it tasted as foul as it looked, thought Torrie as she allowed his cock to slip inside her mouth and felt it find it's way over her placid tongue. It was slimy and wet and she could not believe she was sucking Gilbert. I mean Gilbert McMaster! She had given boys blow jobs before. I mean it was kinda expected and Torrie didn't mind so long as they were guys that she could brag to her friends that she had been with but she never wanted anyone else in the world knowing about this.

Gilbert's grubby hands reached down and gripped Torrie's silken hair and tugged on it to pull Torrie's face further onto his member. He felt like he never had before and had a strong intense feeling welling up inside his bollocks and as quickly as that he came, splashing his load inside Torrie's unprepared mouth. It had been too much for him but still it was the best thirty seconds of his young life and he got a perverted enjoyment of watching the usually haughty and perfect Torrie Webster spitting and wiping desperately at her mouth to try and rid herself of the taste.

"Come on bitch, get yourself undressed I wanta see those sweet titties of yours" instructed a more and more confident and belligerent Gilbert.

Torrie looked helplessly at the filming Rose as if asking her if she had to but regretted it immediately as she stared right into the camera lens and saw Rose's head nod emphatically behind it. Torrie gulped and steeled herself then she slowly rose to her feet and obediently unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to her feet, then her skirt followed and as she stood in her stockings, Gilbert ordered her to hurry up and get to the good stuff. So stockings, bra and panties were disrobed swiftly and Torrie stood, on camera, before the gross Gilbert.

"Touch yourself Torrie. Feel those big tits. I wanta see you enjoy yourself."

Reluctantly she reached down and inserted one hand in her pussy and caressed her tits with the other one and as Gilbert leered and made crude comments to her, Rose continued filming this classic footage. But Gilbert was keen to get into the fray again and after only a few minutes of having her masturbate before him he ordered her to stop and to undress him. Her face adequately displayed how gross she found this prospect. That didn't stop her though, and she stepped up to him and trying to touch him as little as possible (which proved impossible as he rubbed against her naked body at every opportunity) and used her delicate hands to pull off his smelly jumper and shirt to reveal his Jabba The Hutt like torso. And then the indignity of feeling at his zipper and belt to loosen his trousers and pull them to his feet. He stepped out of them and removed his own socks, leaving Torrie the unpleasant task of taking off his underpants. She made to toss them away.

"Wait a second, Miss high and mighty Torrie Webster. You always act like you're so much better than me. So I want to see you give them a good lick. Let's see how snobby you are with my Y fronts in your mouth."


Rose Owns Torrie's Ass Ch. 01



"You're fuckin' kidding, no way I..."

She stopped as Rose clicked her fingers at her reminding of her duty and with a sour look on her face she stuffed them into her mouth and nearly gagged at the smell and taste. How could this evening get worse than this? The answer to that was delivered in Gilberts hideous slow drawl.

"How sweet. Now get you're ass up on that bed and spread your legs, I gotta pop my cherry real soon,"

There was no point complaining or appealing, Torrie realised this now and she moved over to Rose's bed and lay back down on it and opened her legs. Gilbert was beside himself with glee.

"Oh hell yeah! That's what I'm talkin' about bitch. Here I come."

Here he came indeed, waddling over to his waiting subject and wasting no time getting on top of her and messily guiding his re-stiffened cock into Torrie's exposed pussy. Rose got nice and close up and filmed the whole dirty five minutes until Gilbert climaxed inside Torrie and rolled off her, smiling from ear to ear. Rose left Torrie lying unspeaking and unmoving on the bed as Gilbert dressed and Rose hurried him out. His part in this was done, though he still needed to be reminded of his vow of silence. 

"Hey fatso", the pretence of being his friend was now definitely over, "hey Fatso, you better remember our deal. You don't say anything about this to anybody, understand? To anybody!"

Gilbert paused mid dressing to nod his agreement. For reasons he couldn't fathom he felt guilty, his conscience pulling uncomfortably at him for his action. Due to this he just wanted to get away from her, no doubt when he looked back on it he would relive this pleasurably but not right now.

Rose stood before him, tiny in stature in comparison but they both knew he was afraid of the hard little bitch.

"I kept my side of the deal, you got to bone her good and proper didn't you? Well you just remember to keep quiet because if you don't I'll make sure that tape gets out and you'll be arrested for rape won't you! So just you fucking remember, OK?"

B-But what about Torrie? Won't she talk?"

"You just leave that to me. Now beat it. I don't want to have to speak to you ever again. Understand?" he stumbled out into the darkening night and away from the scene and Rose closed the door and turned back towards her occupied bedroom, a malevolent smile passing over her face as she went.

"Well Torrie, did you enjoy that?"

Torrie had her arms wrapped around her still naked legs and looked up at her old friend , hatred in her eyes.

"NO! I hate you, you bitch."

Rose just smiled and picked up Torrie's underwear and tossed them at the blondes face.

"Get dressed and get out. We're done for the night and you can relax, I'm a girl of her word, I won't tell anyone about your mum and I won't tell anyone that Gilbert McMaster boned you. But in return you're gonna have to help me with the next part of my master plan. Ok?"

Torrie just glared back at her.

*

Rose stood against the school and French kissed Jazz, their teenaged tongues slobbering over each other in a way seldom seen at High schools. But her eyes weren't on him, they were busy scanning the yard for her nest target. And here she came. That dumb blonde, Torrie had done as Rose had told her and had sidetracked Jenna during lunch hour, so here came the other third, Angelina.

Angelina was oblivious to Rose's eyes boring into her and she strolled through the school yard with barely a care in the world. She had on a clean, white blouse (top two buttons undone and her tie hanging fashionable in the beginnings of her cleavage) and a short, black, knee length skirt and cute white socks. With her headphones in and her satchel on her she looked equally the personification of cool and pretty damn sexy.

As practised, Jazz spun Rose around at just the perfect moment to collide with Angelina and send Rose spinning onto the grass. Angelina pulled out her earphones and looked quizzically at the downed girl, she knew vaguely who she was but didn't tend to pay attention to that type of person. Rose meanwhile, had entered a carefully constructed rage and was busy pushing herself up off the grass in the mood to confront this bitch.

"Hey, you did that on purpose you cunt!" Rose raged and shoved the taller brunette backwards.

Angelina honestly couldn't really be bothered with this little idiot, so just shoved her back and haughtily barged past her muttering, "Whatever!"

Which was just fine by Rose's plan as she grabbed a tight hold of Angelina's long, pleated ponytail and jerked her back and slapped her hard on the cheek.

"Don't you dare fucking turn away from me after knocking me down. You think you're so fucking high and mighty, I'll tear you apart" , Rose spat out as a small crowd started gathering round to see what the commotion was about.

Angelina was angered now and lunged at her smaller assailant, she would soon put her in her place. Which was the cue for Jazz to intercede and prevent the stronger girl getting any blows in. As he struggled to keep these two wild hellcats apart as they tossed insults at each other and swung their talons, he spoke the words fed to him earlier by Rose.

"Easy girls, keep it down or the teachers will hear. You want to settle this I suggest we do the fight test tonight after classes. Eh? What do think? A better idea surely?"

"Fine! I'll enjoy fucking destroying you then" spat Angelina.

Rose just smiled evilly, how easy it had been.

So what was the 'fight test'? Well any time any of the girls had a real problem with each other, rather than fight during school time they would gather behind the secluded bike sheds and battle it out. There was always a definite winner and loser and no-one else was allowed to interfere, just the two combatants. The final twist was that the loser was stripped naked and had to wear a dog collar and leas and be walked like a dog by the winner right the way around the school, while the rest of the kids cheered on. This all took place after school hours and there tended to be hardly any teachers left to intercede.

Early on in her high school life Angelina had been in a massive falling out with a gang of girls and she had sorted them out in four straight 'fight tests', winning them all and humiliating her enemies and forever gaining a newfound fear and respect. And she was so athletic and fit. What was Rose thinking about? She would surely be hammered.

Word spread like wildfire through the school about the challenge (it had been nine moths since the last battle) and a large crowd was almost guaranteed. Torrie, of course, heard about it and as Angelina and Jenna discussed how they would love humiliating that trailer park trash afterwards she found it hard to work up too much enthusiasm. She had a bad feeling about this.

That bad feeling was confirmed when Rose followed Torrie into the girls toilets that afternoon and dragged her with her into a cubicle and locked the door behind her. The dark haired girl flashed a crocodile smile at Torrie.

"Well, well, it's my old friend Torrie. How are you today? Looking forward to me getting my ass kicked no doubt? Well guess what bimbo? It ain't happening, not today, not ever because you are going to make sure I win. Aren't you?"

Torrie just stared confused back at Rose.

"See I've got all these pictures of your mum during all sorts of nasty things and I've got a video of you and Gilbert McMaster going at it like sex maniacs and if you don't want me to let everyone see them you are going to make sure that stuck up bitch Angelina takes this pill at least half an hour before she fights me. Aren't you?"

Like a rabbit caught in the headlights Torrie shook her head no but they both knew she would and later that day she did, slipping it into Angelina's drink at tea time. Rose had explained that all it would do to her foe would be to weaken her for a couple of hours during which the fight would take place and Rose would have a massive advantage. Torrie liked Angelina, she was one of her best friends but when it came to her or Torrie and her mums future there was no choice, was there?

Fight time and a big crowd of boys and girls had gathered after school in eager anticipation of this battle. News of it had spread quickly and each girl had about fifty percent backing (not necessarily because they liked her but more because of what class of person they represented) but all were keen to see one of these characters humiliated.

Rose got there nice and early and milked the crowd for all she was worth. How could she be so confident, they all asked. The guys stared at her t-shirt and long skirt clad body and speculated on what kind of body she would have under that. The majority believed she would be pretty fit and they were eager to find out. Mind you Angelina definitely had a fit body, seen nicely in various sports outfits and tight, skimpy outfits she wore to school. She was a tough girl and most thought she would win easily.

But right then, as she walked with Torrie and Jenna towards the battleground, she wasn't feeling too good. She was dizzy and lethargic and as she appeared in the circle of pupils and faced her smaller foe all the strength seemed to have drained from her body. As they faced off Rose had the nastiest smile playing across her face and Angelina was having trouble even focusing on her, so heavy were her eyelids. With that Rose launched an attack and to the surprise of everybody (except perhaps Torrie) Rose took Angelina down and mounted her throwing wild slaps that while they were so weak as to do little damage, Angelina could barely fend them off. Rose found it shockingly easy to hook her skirt hem up around her thighs and settle her ass down on Angelina's face and as she held her down and rubbed her ass in the bigger girls face everyone saw that the battle was already over and that Rose was the clear victor (Angelina's shoulders were pinned to the ground the whole time).

Rose eventually rose and took in the cheers from her supported in the crowd and nonchalantly went to her boyfriend and took the dog collar she had brought from his hands. She stood watching with glee as those two dumb blonde sluts, Jenna and Torrie rushed to their friends side to hep her recover.

'Fine' thought Rose, knowing that it would be all the more humiliating for Angelina to have to crawl naked around the school grounds on a leash if she was a bit more recovered and the drugs effect were quite short-term. So Rose left them for a time, no-one was going anywhere anyway and eventually approached the kneeling Angelina and demanded Jenna and Torrie back off, they did reluctantly and Rose stood over the brunette.

"Not so tough were you, Bitch? Well never mind you're so proud of that body of yours you can get up, strip off and let us all see it now."

Angelina mustered the strength to struggle to her feet and knowing that the shame of refusing he forfeit would be far worse she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and handed it meekly to her rival, then her skirt, then her bra (to a cheer from the boys in the crowd as Angelina's firm, big breasts sprang into view) and finally to her eternal shame she peeled off her black panties and handed them to Rose. Rose threw them into the baying mob to start a scramble and commanded Angelina to her knees again and as she slid down, Rose attached the collar and lead around her proud neck.

On her hands and knees with her head bowed Rose determined that the scene wasn't quite right. That damn pleated ponytail was hanging down and blocking her view of Angelina's face so she produced a pair of scissors she had brought along for just this purpose and carefully snipped the full ponytail from her head and held it aloft like a trophy. Angelina was defeated and couldn't complain, she just wanted to complete her lap of shame and get out of there as quickly as she could. Rose didn't quite oblige her, taking her sweet time strolling around the grounds as the other kids crowded round to get a close up view of Angelina's naked body. Nearly half an hour later Rose released her back to her friends a humbled woman, no longer would she be so snooty and aloof around the school. 

As Rose left the scene she caught the sight of Jenna staring daggers at her and Rose just smiled back at her knowing that she was next on her list of sluts to be taken down a peg or two.

TO BE CONTINUED...

AS JENNA FALLS FOUL OF ROSE AND TORRIE'S MOTHER FINDS OUT.



Rose Owns Torrie's Ass Ch. 02



THE STORY SO FAR...

Rose and Torrie had been childhood friends but when Torrie's mum married into money their friendship fell apart.. As Torrie fell in with rich friends, Rose became bitter and twisted. Upon finding hardcore pornographic images of Torrie's mother on the internet she began to blackmail and humiliate Torrie, forcing her to fuck the loser of the school and videoing it, then using Torrie to take down her two snobby friends Angelina and Jenna . With Angelina defeated and stripped before the whole school , the increasingly malevolent Rose turned her attentions to Jenna)

*

It was an early summer night and the kids were looking forward to finishing school for the holidays in just a few short weeks. It was Saturday and the house was being used for a massive party, somebody's 18th or 21st probably, no one really seemed to know for sure but no one really cared either. It was after all, an excuse for a party and getting drunk and making out, just exactly what the kids their age did.

Torrie drove Jenna to the party in the little pink coloured car she had got from her parents for her birthday earlier in the year. She sat nervously in the driver seat, almost biting her nails in anticipation. Her passenger was oblivious to her friends state, sure Torrie had been different for the last month or so but Jenna just thought that she was upset about how Angelina had been humiliated by that little bitch Rose in the fight. She had felt guilty too, Angelina had disappeared into a shell since it happened and they only saw her in class nowadays, the days of "The Queen Bees" were well and truly over, but Jenna wasn't about to let her friend's discomfort stop her having a good time. And this party, which Torrie had told her about and eventually talked her into coming to might just be a good time, so long as the 'right' kind of people were there anyway.

Torrie, meanwhile, knew full well that the 'right' kind of people for her friend would not be there and had the suspicion that was for the best anyway. She travelled with a heavy heart, knowing that her nemesis Rose had arranged and set up this party and had given her explicit instructions as to convincing Jenna to come and some other things as well. She didn't know the full events for that evening but was sure that so long as Rose was organising it, it would be nothing good for them.

It had been, and still was, a hot, sticky day and both Torrie and Jenna were dressed in light summer dresses, Torrie's a light blue strappy affair and Jenna's a virginal white number. They pulled up in the driveway of the house and immediately saw kids from school hanging about in the garden and in the house, drinking and laughing and listening to the rock music from inside. It was a great evening for a party and everyone was enjoying themselves, both girls had barely exited the car when a plastic glass of beer was shoved into their hands and they were savouring it's cool taste. As Torrie turned to lock her car she put her glass on the roof and easily slipped a sachet from her handbag and as Jenna rushed to find the toilet (she had been needing a pee since Torrie had picked her up it seemed!) it was too easy to empty the contents of the sachet into the beer . Rose had given her the sachet and the instruction to get it all into Jenna as early as possible, and by now Torrie was doing whatever Rose told her to do with very little complaint.

The house holding this party was a pretty big one on the outskirts of town, but it was in a bit of disrepair and in no way could be considered one of the posher houses in town. This was where Jazz (Rose's boyfriend) lived with his parents, who were on a fortnights holiday. Jenna didn't even know that Jazz lived here, if she had then maybe she wouldn't have come she only knew it was a party for this other girl who she vaguely knew but it was the weekend and a party so what the hell! 

Returning refreshed Jenna laughed and almost drained the glass in one big gulp, there was no going back now for Torrie and she took a swig from her's as well. Even as the two blondes moved through the mass of bodies in the hall toward the living room, Jenna felt a little funny, her head feeling extremely light and everything she heard and saw tended to make her laugh stupidly. Torrie hated herself for doing this, and heaven knows what Rose had planned but she also knew that she had to do this, there was no way she would let Rose tell anyone about her mother' past, especially her stepfather.

There was a rich and diverse selection of kids from the school here, ones that were reasonably friendly with Jenna and Torrie and ones who weren't, a really good mix for Rose's plans. Torrie spied Rose watching them from the staircase as they passed it but never let on, Rose just winked conspiratorially at her with a mean look on her face. They passed right through the open French windows of the living room and exited into the house's large patio and lawn. Out here, in the evening sun were scattered more party goers, all enjoying the music and beer and freedom of no parents around. Rose had told her to lead Jenna through the house and into the garden and to seek out Clyde Simmons and his friends. She did just that, trying to keep the nervousness from her walk and words as they took up position across from the three lads.

Although Jenna kept pretty much to herself at school there were three basic facts about her that pretty much everyone seemed to be aware of. One, that she was stuck up and considered herself better than everybody else, mainly due to coming from a old money, rich Southern family that had ruled the roost in town for decades. Two, that she and her family were noted racists who seemed to believe they were still living in the 1800's (and indeed thought those were better times, the 'good old days'). Three, she was a proud and outspoken virgin, considering pretty much everyone in the town to be below her and certainly not worthy of being with her. If all those attributes suggest that she wasn't the most liked girl in the year and plenty of people would be more than happy to see her brought down a peg or two then you'd be correct.

Clyde was sitting with his friends, Max and Sharky just seemingly drinking beer and shooting the breeze in garden chairs, set nicely away from the others. They were party to Rose's plan and were more than happy to oblige having all been made to feel bad by Jenna at one point or another over the past few years. They smiled big, beaming smiles and invited Torrie and Jenna to sit with them and have a drink. Torrie managed a fake smile of acceptance, knowing nothing good would come of this while an increasingly giggling and gay Jenna almost fell onto them in trying to sit down and began guzzling another large plastic glass filled with beer.

"Alright girls, how's it going? That's it, take the weight off your feet and join us. Not often you fine ass ladies speak to us is it? You here to party with us tonight?"

Jenna just giggled and spilt some of her glass on the lawn, a strong black hand preventing her from toppling over herself by reaching around her shoulder and anchoring her to the chair. Torrie attempted a smile but struggled to make it convincing. The guys laughed with Jenna about nothing in particular and before anything else was said or done Torrie felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to look up at Rose.

"Want a word with you Torrie. Come on with me into the house I'm sure your friend will be fine with the boys. You'll look after her won't you boys?"

This was met by a round of adolescent snorts and smirks that made Torrie even more uncomfortable about leaving her friend but she knew she would have to. Besides, these comments seemed to go way over Jenna's head and she was oblivious and laughing along with them. Torrie got up and followed Rose back into the house with a heavy heart. Once in she was led past the revellers and up the stairs into a deserted bedroom upstairs. It was Jazz's parent's bedroom. With the door closed behind her, Rose turned to face her former friend and filled her in as to her exact plans for the night.

"Well done Torrie, I wondered if you'd have the guts to go through with my instructions, you obviously know what 's good for you. I see you've given her the powder as I said. Yes, that was a good decision. You can take the rest of the night off, but stay on at the party I want you to see she we've lined up for her."

"And what do you have planned, you bitch!" spat Torrie her hate boiling over for a second.

"Careful what you say Torrie. I know an awful lot about you and your family that you know you wouldn't like other people to discover, don't I? That's it, take that rebellious look out of your eyes or I might let it slip, OK? Good. But seeing as you've asked, I don't see why I can't tell you. It's pretty simple, even a dumb blonde like you should grasp it. Your little bitch of a friend Jenna needs taken down a few pegs, I've sorted that stuck up slut Angelina haven't I? And you're not nearly so cocky these days are you? So that just leaves Jenna, and tonight with the heady concoction of what you gave her and a bit of alcohol I'm sure the animal charm of those three slugs out there will have won our fair maiden's heart. Then Clyde and company will convince Jenna to come up here and, well, I'm sure a whore like you can understand that when she leaves this room she won't be able to claim any of her holes as virginal any more. And the beauty is she'll want it to happen. She'll love it - at the time!"

"No! You're sick! I won't let it happen, this has gone too far."

Torrie turned to leave but Rose grabbed her shoulder and despite being smaller that the tall blonde was strong enough to push her back onto the large double bed in the room.

"Shut the fuck up! Listen up bimbo, that's not all either, because as you can see, here, here, here and here (she strutted around the room pointing out camera's) I'll be recording your friends slutty gang bang and Jazz has set up a big screen for everybody to watch downstairs. And I dare say the tape of it will sell well at school and around town as well. But I promise if you tell her one word or try to stop this I am going to show the tape of you giving it up for Gilbert McMaster and then a medley of some of your mums greatest hits. So how about it Torrie, still so keen to save your little friend? Maybe you should remember how she treated you when you weren't so well off, eh?"

"You are sick Rose, what happened to you?", but despite those words, Rose knew that Torrie had folded her objections and was already justifying her actions to herself. She was selfish, Rose could see that and rather than her being humiliated then Jenna could take the fall. Which is exactly what Rose wanted, besides she had more planned for Torrie but that could wait for now...

Meanwhile, out in the garden the heat, the drink and the powder from the sachet were taking their toll on Jenna's inhibitions. The three coloured jocks were getting lewder and cruder but Jenna didn't seem to care, giggling like a moronic, brainless bimbo at nearly everything. Hands were now openly groping Jenna's body, coping a feel of her round little boobies and smoothly patting her exposed, tanned legs, and she seemed to be loving the attention. Some of the other party goers stared in amazement at seeing Jenna with those guys and letting them paw her like a pet. Could this be the same uptight bitchy snob who acted so pristine and up herself at school?

Seemingly all their drinks ran out at the same time and when Clyde suggested "going inside to get some more" they all agreed this was a good idea and Jenna trotted along behind them. Everyone seemed to know that the only one doing drinking would be the blonde and that all she would be drinking sticky would be man juice. Clyde led Jenna up the stairs by her hand with Max and Sharky closely following then up, their hands roaming freely over Jenna's tight butt. The blonde stumbled on the steps and had to be helped over the threshold of the large open bedroom door. From the end of the corridor Rose and Torrie watched the four of them disappear inside and heard the door click shut. Rose rushed off to gather her audience downstairs (some who knew what might happen, most who were going to be in a for a big surprise), while Torrie could only stare in horror at what she had done to her friend. Suddenly she didn't want to be here, she didn't want to see this happen and turned to leave. But her progress was stopped by a slimy, greasy palm grabbing her wrist.

"Going somewhere Torrie, I thought we could get to know each other a bit better."

Shocked, she looked up into the cold, hard eyes of Jazz, Rose's seedy boyfriend. Jazz was a tall, thin guy with a shaven head and dull brown eyes. He was in the same year as Rose and Torrie but Torrie had never liked him and despite having less and less contact with Rose over the years, she had often wondered what she had seen in him. He had always struck her as creepy and sleazy. Now here, in this situation, as he blocked the passage and was leaning over her, she was definitely intimidated by his presence. 

"Going somewhere Torrie? I thought you'd have been desperate to watch the show, I know Rose has gone to a lot of trouble to arrange it."

Torrie shrugged his hand from her shoulder and made to turn back around and go down the stairs, aware that he wasn't about to let her do this easily. He pulled her back so that they were chest to chest and his stale breath assailed her nostrils.

"What's the matter honey? You're not very grateful to your host are you, bitch? Especially because I know all sorts of things about you and your whore mother, it'd be a shame for me to spill those beans wouldn't it? I mean you are so fucking cheap and nasty that you did it with Gilbert aren't you? I saw the tape. So while your friend entertains the masses I want you to entertain me. Come on in here (he dragged the unwilling but unable to argue back Torrie into his own, smaller bedroom and locked the door behind him). Let's have a party in your mouth slut!"

Knowing that resistance was futile Torrie sank onto her knees before him and without prompting began to undo his belt and zipper. At least he was better than Gilbert, but only marginally and deep in the recesses of her mind she did get a tiny little kick about doing Rose's boyfriend. Good! Maybe she could even cause the two scumbags to split up, though heaven knew they deserved each other. His hardening dick sprang up at her face and she perfuncorarily opened her cherry red lips, eager to get this over with. Jazz pulled back his foreskin and shoved his dick deep into her wet mouth, nearly gagging her immediately but when she reached her hand up to slow his progress he slapped her down and snapped at her.

"No hands bitch, you're not getting it easy after walking away from me out there. You'll get it as rough as I want!"

He cupped his hands behind her head and pulled her blonde hair deeper onto his member and laughed as her eyes widened and appealed to him to slow down but he just face fucked her harder. Quickly he shifted his weight to push Torrie down onto her back, his thick cock still embedded with her throat. She lay there repulsed as he lay on top of her, his groin in her face and pumped away at her mouth, his hairy balls bouncing off her trembling chin.

All too soon for Jazz, he came, spurting his thick load into her mouth in three jerking spasms. Filling her mouth with a sour, acrid taste that she knew she would not lose quickly. Jazz lay there, unmoving, his shrinking cock still in her mouth for a while until, evidently satisfied, he got to his knees and proceeded to dismissively slap his messy, slippery cock over Torrie's frozen face.

Chuckling, Jazz got to his feet and looked down at Torrie's disgusted look.

"Better get dressed eh? I don't want to miss the show downstairs, see your little friend get her just deserts, eh?"

Downstairs quite a congregation of the revellers were gathered round the large screen television and with every minute more were hearing about what was going on and coming to get a look. It had started slowly, most people hadn't really known what was going on and weren't in a hurry to leave their drinks or conversations to watch some stupid video or programme. But then the four people appeared on the screens, dressed as they had been only seconds ago in the garden and those paying attention perked up. And when they were recognised and the viewers realised this was on a live stream from just upstairs (aided by Rose pointing it out!) it didn't take long for word to spread around the party and people coming to see the action unfold.

Rose had said to Clyde to not rush things too quickly and allow her to get as many watchers as possible, so once the door had closed he didn't make the fast move that the others expected. Instead he stood back, indicated to Max and Sharky not to rush in and allowed Jenna to time and space she needed. And right then she needed it, the audience downstairs first sight of her was of her staggering across screen and managing to collapse into a sitting position on top of the bed, an empty beer glass in her hand. She giggled and flopped over on the bed, the glass falling to the floor as Jenna giggled drunkenly. She felt free and wanton and an unknown mania was overtaking her. As she struggled to prop herself up the thin shoulder strap of her dress fell down and to an audible gasp downstairs when she finally regained a vertical position her left boob was visible. Her three man audience in the bedroom didn't laugh though, they just salivated and prepared to pounce.

Clyde was first to act, another gasp downstairs as he came into picture, standing before Jenna and with no prompting the petit blonde reached out and undid his belt and trousers, unleashing a massive black python of a trouser snake, already getting stiffer and only inches from Jenna's pink mouth. She had given the school's football teams quarterback a blow job before, despite her inexperience in sexual matters and sitting there she had an amazing, overpowering compulsion to take this black meat in her mouth.

Even right up until Clyde's cock entered Jenna's mouth none of the watchers downstairs (whose numbers were growing by the second) actually believed that Jenna would do this. Despite how turned on she was acting, surely there was no way this uptight girl would do this. But she did, and jaws dropped as it slid neatly inside her small mouth and she enthusiastically began sucking at it. Clyde's big hands played into her blonde hair and pushed off the other shoulder strap

Rose stood to one side in the lounge, watching the action unfold on the big screen with a smile on her face. This was the next phase in her plan to bring down the "Queen Bees" and she was delighted with her success so far, but as things got hotter on the screen she contemplated that perhaps Torrie hadn't quite learned her lesson yet and that there was one more lesson she wanted to teach her. However, that was for the future, as for the present, well, an exclamation from the agitated audience told her things had progressed further.

As Jenna bobbed her mouth on Clyde's cock, Max had undressed completely and got onto the bed behind Jenna and gently pulled down the other shoulder strap fully and pulled the dress from her body revealing her peachy tits to everyone. Sharky, meanwhile, was also undressed and on his knees and he pulled off Jenna's white cotton panties and handed them to Clyde to comically sniff before tucking them in his back pocket and continue to fuck her mouth as the two other guys fingers roamed and probed her breasts and pussy.

The viewers gasped at this and even more as Jenna obviously was enjoying this attention and as Clyde's cock slipped from her mouth she lay back on the bed and allowed him to climb up and re-enter her mouth while Max spread her lithe legs and jammed his hard cock up into Jenna's cunt and began banging her on the bed. Another gasp, followed by another and Rose smiled wider, she had told all three boys to be sure and cum inside Jenna. Not just for spite but the party had been timed from information from Torrie that this was around about the perfect time for her to conceive - triple the chance, thought Rose.




Rose Owns Torrie's Ass Ch. 02



So Jenna lost a lot that night, her virginity, her inhibitions, her reputation (though she gained a whole new reputation as the town slut and the nickname "three way Jenna"). The boys were at her like hungry wolves for more than an hour, and for every second of that Jenna was insatiable to take all three of their cocks in her every orifice. She squealed with pleasure as her pussy and ass were broken in and stretched and begged for more. More cock, more energy, more sex, she was loving it. And so were the congregated ranks downstairs, a free porno featuring the most stuck up bitch from their class, oh they wouldn't forget this night for a long time (not that there was much chance of that as Rose and Jazz would have the tapes in production almost immediately once the party broke up).

Eventually, Torrie made it downstairs and watched aghast at what her friend was doing and how much the others were enjoying it. She had done this, a tear broke forth from her eye as for a short time her own troubles were forgotten about.

It was much later that the boys left the room, tired but happy with their nights work. They got cheers and high fives when they came downstairs and demanded drinks. Damn, were they thirsty! Torrie, scurried upstairs and collected her merry friend, still eager for more action and narrowly avoided a snog herself as she implored Jenna back into her dress and swiftly led her off the premises. Right then Jenna knew exactly what she had done and was proud of herself, in the morning once the powder's effects had worn off she would not be so happy.

*

Wendy Webster watched her daughter return home with some concern. She had been worried for a few weeks now, Torrie had been such a satisfied girl, happy with her new friends and family (and wealth!) that this new attitude worried her. Was it a boy at the cause? Or worse, drink or drugs? It certainly was a concern. The front door slammed shut and Torrie raced in and before Wendy could make it to the hall she heard Torrie's feet pound up the stairs to her room.

The phone rang and Wendy answered. A young woman's voice spoke asking to speak with Torrie. It wasn't Angelina or Jenna, Torrie's close friends but Wendy was sure she had heard it before but who was it? She shouted to Torrie and the reply (was it a sob?) said she'd take it in her room. Wendy went to hang up but something made her cover the voice piece and listen in.

"Hello?"

"Hi Bitch, it's me. Just called to say well done tonight. You really set Jenna up perfectly. That video will be perfect, I'm sure it'll be as good as you getting fucked by Gilbert McMaster."

"Fuck off! I've done what you wanted now please, that's it, no more, leave me alone."

"Aaaaw too bad little baby, well I've got one last task for you then I'll leave you alone right enough. It's simple I need a new TV and have seen the perfect one at $1000 in town, you're just going to have to get that cash for me. I'll see you tomorrow after school and tell you how."

The line went dead and Wendy waited until Torrie had hung up before replacing her own receiver. Blackmail! So that was it, well she would follow her daughter tomorrow and sort whoever this was out, once and for all!

*

She followed Torrie on foot the next afternoon, all the way back to their old neighbourhood and watched her enter the house. She watched discretely as a slight dark haired girl let Torrie in and closed the door behind them. Rose! Little Rose, her daughter's old playmate! She wanted to burst in right there and bring a halt to this now, but she waited , a bad feeling forming in her head, though she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

Torrie emerged ten minutes later, obviously distressed and scurried away, her hand over her face. Wendy was torn between going after her daughter or confronting the trouble. In the end she strode purposefully towards the door and hammered upon it, more determined than ever before in her life.

Rose was surprised when Wendy confronted her on the doorstep and barged inside the house, but as she shut the door she had already regained her composure and preparing for her next move.

"I know what you're doing to my daughter and it better stop, or else I'll have my husband sue your miserable hide into prison!"

Wendy spoke with determination and venom but was met by a mischievous grin that she couldn't understand.

"And do you know why your darling Torrie has been blackmailed? Do you? I thought not. Torrie doesn't know you're here does she? Well let me fill you in. I've found out about your past. I know just what a slut you were, what you did with your body to make ends meet, and go on, tell your husband, but if you do I guarantee he'll find out exactly what type of videos you made and as an added bonus I'll show him Torrie's own little sex film as well. And as for prison, bring it on! I don't care it won't be worse than this shithole, will it?"

This stopped Wendy dead in her tracks. Her past had haunted her forever and now this girl knew it! She that her face showed fear and that Rose had her over a barrel. Rose pressed home her advantage.

"Tell you what Wendy, I'll give you a chance to get your stuff back and Torrie's and to keep me quiet. I was going to ask Torrie to do it but you'll do. See like I just told her I need $1000 for new..."

"Whatever, I'll go and get my purse and..."

"Shut up! And don't fucking interrupt me again. I don't want your money, that would be too easy. You've got to earn it. I was going to make Torrie whore that fit body of hers to get me the cash but, tell you what, if you do it instead then I'll let her off."

Wendy was struck dumb and gaped like a goldfish as her brain tried to comprehend what had been said in the last five minutes. She had escaped that life. It was her past, she was respectable now, not dirty.

"Come on Mrs Webster, this is a chance to save you and your daughter. One night of being a prostitute for a life time of silence. Better hurry before I change my mind..."

Wendy's head drooped and eyes fell but the word "OK" was still music to Rose's ears. This was going to be so interesting...

NEXT A LIAR: EXPOSED A NIGHT OF REVELATIONS.



Rose Owns Torrie's Ass Ch. 03



THE STORY SO FAR...

(Rose and Torrie had been childhood friends but when Torrie's mum married into money their friendship fell apart. As Torrie fell in with rich friends, Rose became bitter and twisted. Upon finding hardcore pornographic images of Torrie's mother on the internet she began to blackmail and humiliate Torrie, forcing her to fuck the loser of the school and videoing it, then using Torrie to take down her two snobby friends Angelina and Jenna. For a final humiliation Rose intended to make Torrie a prostitute but unknown to Torrie, Wendy, her mum had found out, and to save her daughter and keep the secret she agreed to take Torrie's place).

*

Wendy Webster took one last look at herself in her vanity mirror. She could hardly believe what she was going to do tonight, she had strained her brain for a way out of this that would let her off being a whore for the night and making sure her husband Herb never found out about her hardcore pornographic past but had come up with none. She was helpless, like her daughter before her, to go along with Rose's twisted plans.

She pushed her long, straight blonde hair back from her face. Damn, she looked good for being 38 years of age, the last couple of years with Herb spoiling her taking sure of that. Normally that was a source of great pride to her but not so tonight, tonight it was likely to work against her, looking so hot and walking the streets in search of business. She stood back from the mirror to flatten the clothes Rose had instructed her to wear tonight and once again cringed at their crudeness. Her big, firm breasts were covered in just a leather black bra top and that was the only thing Wendy wore on the top half of her body. She had a short, black leather skirt, fishnet tights and knee high sexy, black boots and the whole ensemble as well as making her look like a whore made her feel like one as well. She took her long black coat from the wardrobe and wrapped it tightly around her body and prayed that Herb would not look up from his paperwork as she left.

She walked carefully on the high heels of the boots down the hall and briefly popped her head around the door to Herb's study and called to him.

"That's me off honey, remember I may be late."

She had told him an old friend from school was in town and she was having a girls night out with her, he had easily believed her.

He barely looked up from reading a report to say.

"Sure babes, have a good time."

Wendy hurried out the front door and around to the garage where Rose stood, arms crossed and tapping her foot.

"I thought maybe you had decided to bail on me Mrs Webster. Decided you weren't going to do it. I thought I was going to have to show your darling husband just what a depraved slut he is married to"

Wendy didn't trust her voice not to display her emotions and just settled on shaking her head at the teenager who was blackmailing her. Rose, herself wearing a long, dark coat and her dark hair piled sexily on her head, just smiled a cold smile, she had no remorse over what she was doing.

"Good! Give me the keys, I'm driving."

"Rose, isn't there some other way, please I'm begging you! Plea-"

"Shut up bitch! This is the way we're doing it, you earn the cash tonight and I keep quiet. Now give me the fucking keys!"

The girls voice was so hard and cold it almost frightened Wendy and she obediently handed over the keys to her treasured Porsche sports car. Rose laughed out loud as she unlocked it and got in., patting the passenger seat for Wendy to get in beside her. Rose knew exactly where she was taking Wendy and what would happen when they arrived.

*

At exactly the same time as Rose was speeding through town to deliver Wendy to her horrible night of whoring, Torrie was walking up the drive towards the front door of Rose's boyfriend, Jazz. When Rose had called her up to tell her that she had changed her mind about making Torrie prostitute herself for Rose's enjoyment, Torrie had been overcome with relief. Had Rose finally come to her senses and realised how wrong all the things she had done had been? Not likely, when Torrie considered how her bitch of a childhood friend had made her fuck Gilbert McMaster and filmed it, had made her sell out and help humiliate her best friends Angelina and Jenna, there was no reason to believe Rose had suddenly had an attack of regret. And that was borne out when Rose had instead informed Torrie that she could help her in another' special' way. Torrie remembered the instructions and could only speculate at what they meant.

"Rather than whore that slutty body of yours for me Torrie, you can help me in another way. You see the rent is due and once again my mum can't make the payment. And do you know what happens if that is the case? No? Well let me tell you, I have to make a visit to our landlord and make 'payment' in another fashion, if you get what I mean. It's been that way for some time now, so to keep me quiet about you and your mothers antics all you are going to have to do is take my place. You keep Mr. Ramirez (the landlord) happy for another month and I'll consider your debt for my silence paid."

Torrie had kept quiet and listened to the dark haired bitches demands, she was in no doubt what she would have to do for the landlord but it was no worse surely than what she had to do previously. Could this finally be the end of her torments? Apparently not as Rose went on with an apparent afterthought.

"Oh and the car hire, mum's late with her payments on that so you can sort the guys at the garage out too. They're real charmers, let me tell you! So it's settled, next Friday you come round to my house at eight and I'll make sure Jazz can chauffeur you around for your 'chores'. OK?"

By now Torrie was more than aware that whatever Rose said and did was OK and she just nodded meekly.

"And be sure to dress sexy Torrie, the guys like that!"

Of course, Torrie had no idea that her own mother had agreed to replace Torrie as a whore that very same night. And Rose had chosen not to let either know what the other was doing for her.

Torrie had dressed sexily too. Her sexy body (she really was just a younger version of her sexy big busted, blonde mother). She wore a tight white jumper that emphasised her big boobs and a sexy little tartan skirt and knee high socks. She knew exactly what Rose meant by 'dress sexy'. She advanced along the street and as she approached Rose's house she shivered at the memory of her last visit there when that slug Gilbert had fucked her so humiliatingly. What a nightmare it had all been. Her head was down thinking those black thoughts when a piercing whistle cut through the still night air.

"Alright Torrie! Looking fucking foxy as ever babe!"

It was Jazz. Rose's sick boyfriend. Torrie's mind flashed back to his brutal face fucking of her at his house on the day the party to set Jenna up (and boy was she set up!), could it only be two weeks ago now? She hated him, had done before he had used Rose's blackmail to force a blow job from her and was not looking forward to this twisted pervert driving her around town to her 'jobs'. He slid off the bonnet of his car and grabbed Torrie by her hand, pulling her towards him until her chest met his.

"Hey babe, wanna get to know each other again?"

Torrie tore herself free of his clammy grip and told him in no uncertain terms to back off.

"Fuck off loser! You touch me again and I'll rip your nuts off! Plus I'll be sure and tell your bitch of a girlfriend you want me more than her. I'm sure she'll be pleased by that!"

Jazz tried to act unconcerned but it served it's purpose and he backed off and pointed her into the passenger seat.

"No need to be like that bitch. Guess you're just after older cocks tonight, eh? Let's see what Mr. Ramirez makes of his rent shall we?"

*

Across town Rose parked the sports car at the end of a lamp lit street. She wrenched on the hand brake and pointed forward, through the windscreen.

"Down there Mrs Webster, that's where you can ply your trade tonight. That street leads onto the main dock road so you'll get plenty of trade I'm sure. You earn enough money and I'll keep quiet about your past and leave your darling daughter alone."

Wendy looked at the teenager with pity. How could she be so fucked up? But Rose didn't care and just pointed Wendy to the door.

"Come on the quicker you get started the more cash I get!"

Just as she exited the car Rose called her back.

"Hey Mrs Webster! Why don't you leave your coat, you don't need it, do you? (Wendy reluctantly passed the long coat to Rose) And tell you what, not that I don't trust you to try and mislead me but why don't you leave your bag, any cash you've got at the end of the night will definitely have been earned, eh? Oh, and as an extra little precaution to keep you 'straight' as it were, I've got someone watching you tonight to make sure you're legitimate and I've also got someone who'll pose as one of your customers, it's just that you don't know who it'll be so you'd better just make sure you're a good whore all night and not get any smart ideas, hadn't you?"

Rose had thought of everything it seemed and as she closed the door and crossed her arms over her bare mid riff, Wendy was suddenly very scared about what the night would bring for her. She tried to put some confidence into her walk as she tottered down the sidewalk but was aware of how she must look in hooker heels, a tiny skirt and just a bra top. Rose chuckled behind the steering wheel and started the powerful car up again to race off and set into motion the next part of her evil plot.

*

Jazz drew up at a house that really wasn't all that far away from where Torrie lived with her mother and step-father. She had expected this Mr. Ramirez, as landlord to that dump that Rose and her alcoholic mother (and no doubt half that neighbourhood) lived in, to have lived in similar circumstances. Why she had thought that she didn't know. But what was apparent quickly was that he may own all those near slum flats he certainly didn't live in one himself. The plot of land his house stood on looked to be even bigger than Herb's (and he was a lawyer!), with spacious lawns to front, sides and back and a paved roadway leading up to a row of trees that lined the path to his front door. Next to the house a massive double garage stood open and two big, luxury cars could be seen inside.

Torrie looked at the residence and then at her driver.

"So what do I do?"

Jazz smiled nastily at her before speaking.

"Well whenever I have to drive Rose round here she just walks up that there driveway and rings the doorbell and does just what Mr. Ramirez tells her to."

"You mean you've driven Rose here too? How could you do that? Geez, you're pathetic!"

Jazz snarled back at her.

"I'm pathetic am I? Well it sure ain't fuckin' me that's going in there to that sick old pervert, is it? Now get going he don't like it when the rent is late, you go up there and pay him in full!"

Torrie was glad to be away from him but wondered what fate awaited her in the big house she was slowly walking towards. She turned around halfway up the drive to see Jazz mockingly wave at her, she shook her head and continued onward. Until she rounded the end of the trees and the road was out of sight. Up here the only light was from a lamp over the door and Torrie had to scramble her way to it in the shade of the trees before taking a deep breath and ringing the bell. Almost instantaneously more lamps came on and Torrie had to blink under their harsh glare. She felt, rather than heard. Someone was looking at her from the peep hole in the door and took a step back as the big, wooden door swung inward.

Mr. Ramirez was in his late forties, six feet tall and in pretty good shape. He had thick, grey hair and a bushy moustache that seemed to hide a kindly looking mouth. His green eyes twinkled as they alighted on Torrie. All in all, she thought, he looked pretty harmless. When he spoke that illusion disappeared straight away.

"Huh, what do you want Blondie? Come on, I haven't got all day?"

"Mrs Wilson, Rose's mum, I got told to come here because she can't pay the rent this month" she spoke quickly and nervously.

That previously benign mouth curved into a sinister grin at this bit of news and he stepped out to get a better look at her, taking his time as he circled her.

"And where's little Rosy, that drunken idiot of a mother of hers usually sends her round when she comes up short."

"Um I'm a friend of Rose and I owe her so I'm doing it tonight."

"Oh you'll be 'doing it' alright. Well get on with it, bitch! Get stripped off!"

Torrie stood open mouthed at the instruction and the change in his demeanour.

"Well what are you waiting for young Missy? Get stripping, let's see what you got to bargain with!"

Torrie could hardly believe the words coming out of the old man's mouth but she gave a nervous jump and obediently began to tug off her jumper, then she stopped short with it half on, half off.

"Can't I come inside and do this, someone might see!"

"I don't give a damn bitch! The last time I let that young slut Rose 'pay the rent' in that house she fucking stole a solid gold cigar lighter, so no, you fucking cannot come inside. Now get those fucking clothes off so I can see your teenage body!"

He was clear enough then, and Torrie pulled the remainder of her tight jumper off and dropped it at her feet, her bra went next, allowing her firm young breasts to bounce free (eliciting a low whistle from Mr. Ramirez). Taking the view that she wanted to get this ordeal over as quickly as possible Torrie whipped off her short skirt, socks and white cotton panties and stood before the man's front door stark naked. He leered at her and produced a cigarette which he lit and took a draw on before he deposited it between his lips and blew a swirl of smoke in Torrie's face. He stepped out of his doorway again and this time groped her boobs, gently pinching her nipples and his fingers tracing down to her thin strip of blonde pubic hair.

"Mmmmm! You'll do just fine. But you still ain't getting in the house. You get down on your hands and knees and crawl round to the garage, I'll do you there."

"W-What? No I'm not doing that, I -"

"Shut the fuck up bitch, you're either here to pay the rent, and in which case do whatever the fuck I tell you, how I tell you or you can fuck off and I'll send the boys round to evict Rose and her waster mother tomorrow. So what's it going to be?"

Torrie couldn't meet his eyes but submissively dropped to her hands and knees and slowly crawled across his cobbled pathway towards the garage she had passed on the way in, aware that the harsh lights were lighting her up for anybody to see if they were looking from the road (which undoubtedly Jazz would be). As she got near it Ramirez pressed a remote control in his hand and the big metallic door slowly descended until it clicked shut. She turned her head, her long blonde hair splashing across her bare shoulders as she tried to find out what was going on.

"Hold it there bitch!"

He barked out the order and stepped around her to unlock a push through door in the main door's façade. He stepped inside and reached down to unhook a latch on the inside of what appeared to be a dog-flap in the garage door. He popped his head back through the door.

"What I want bitch is for you to crawl through there."

"What? I'll never fit through there, you're mad."

"Quit your whining bitch, just get on with it, let's just see how far you can get through. Come on, chop! Chop!"

Torrie shook her head but nevertheless crawled forward, awkwardly getting her head through the push through flap and squeezing her shoulders through at a weird angle and just getting her boobs though before it became too tight and despite a half hearted effort she could get no further.

"I'm stuck, I can't get in any more, I'll have to back out."

Ramirez came inside the garage, switched on an overhead light so he could see her head and half her torso, naked sticking out of the flap.

"No I'll tell you what Blondie, you just get yourself comfortable right there, I'll get my little padded mat, kneel down by that pretty mouth of yours and you can begin paying me back right there."

She was too shocked and surprised to think of an objection and just lay there, her naked ass hanging out in the cold night air while the old man collected a mat from the far side of the garage, brought it back and dropped it by Torrie's head and knelt on it and whipped out his stiff dick. He stroked it in his right hand a few times then proffered it to Torrie's face. She closed her eyes in resignation and opened her big, soft lips as he thrust himself forward and invaded her mouth. It wasn't the biggest cock she had sucked but it was certainly in the strangest circumstances and she found that with her arms all but trapped in the flap by her stomach she had very little control as he slowly inched his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth before pulling it back just before she gagged and ploughing it straight back in.

Progressing, Ramirez placed a hand in Torrie's hair and took a tight hold and one hand cupping her chin and top of her throat and used them to rock her face onto his cock rather than do any of the work himself. Soon a pile of slobber and spittle fell in trails from her mouth and went across his slick dick and spilled slowly onto the cold concrete floor below Torrie's face, all the while he fucked her face dictating the pace and power of each thrust by using her head. She despised Rose for making her do this, for blackmailing her and threatening her and her mothers comfortable lives, she despised the old bastard for treating like this, like a slab of meat and she despised herself for being too weak to stand up to the blackmail. Maybe, she thought, she deserved to have to do this for the way she had betrayed Jenna and Angelina, maybe this was her penance

Finally, after ten minutes and more of this treatment Ramirez pulled his cock from .her coughing mouth and slapped it against her cheeks and forehead.

"Yeah you make a good fuck hole baby! Not quite as enthusiastic as Rose but not bad, you'll do. Now I don't know if Rosy told you but I like a bit off ass too, and looking at that fine derriere of yours I really wanna plug it, know what I mean so you just make yourself comfortable while I step outside."

She thought she knew exactly what the old pervert meant but couldn't wriggle herself free in time to do anything before her was outside, knelt down between her legs, parting them and fingering her tight asshole. 

"Goddamn you're a tight little fuck pig aren't you. Still that's how I like 'em!"

He showed that by prising her ass cheeks apart and slapping his slippery, hard cock on her anus a few times before squeezing it right up into her shithole. Torrie grimaced and gave a little squeal but she was determined that this bastard would not get a sound out of her. That was not so easily done as once his member was embedded within her ass he proceeded to pound the hell out of her so that with each energetic thrust her body was bounced back and forth in the tight confines of the dog flap. He fucked her like that for a hard and fast five minutes, grunting loudly with each stroke and sometimes even slapping her bubble butt and leaving handprints on her creamy skin. Then he tightened up, his body tensed and he felt his balls contract. Torrie felt it too and knew what was coming. She felt her ass fill with warm fluid, one, two three powerful blasts of the stuff before he pulled out and she could feel the vile load drip from her used asshole.

He came back inside the garage and spoke to her in a low voice.

"Clean me up bitch and we'll call it paid, eh"




Rose Owns Torrie's Ass Ch. 03



As he shoved his spent dick at Torrie's mouth she thought that it had just been up her asshole and how disgusting that was but she also realised she was done here and the nightmare was step neared being over so reluctantly strained her tongue out and took his sticky cock into her mouth and sucked it of all it's coating.

Within minutes of being freed from the dog flap, Torrie was getting dressed (but not in her white cotton panties, Ramirez sniffed them and decided to keep them as 'final payment') and as she hurried away from his house he shouted after her.

"Hey Blondie, you ever want to pay the Wilson's rent again it's OK by me. You suck good cock!"

She blushed and hurried into the car door Jazz held open, all the while he smirked.

"One down, one more stop to go Torrie" he reminded her as he started the car.

*

At around the same time as Torrie gingerly made her way back down Mr. Ramirez's driveway, her mother Wendy, was just finishing up with her second customer of the night. Rose certainly seemed to have picked a busy spot for her to work, she thought ruefully. She had done some pretty low things in her younger days, all that hardcore pornography , every fetish you could think of in pictures and film but she had never felt like this about herself. Her first fare of the night had been a foreign sailor, he was Polish or Russian or something like that and hardly knew a word of English. Still he conveyed what he wanted with fairly explicit hand signals involving pointing at her mouth and then at his cock. They had disappeared into the shadows of a dark, dank stone alley where she had done the deed and earned her first money of the night. He had hurried off, leaving Wendy to contemplate what she was doing while on her knees and the run off of his cum spilling from her lips.

Her second customer had been an older guy who was actually pretty nice about the whole thing, real polite and well spoken, what he was doing down this end of town heaven only knew. Still however nice he was it still sickened Wendy that for just $100 she had allowed him to fuck her while she was bent over a little further down the same alleyway. She had supplied him with a condom and read the disappointment in his eyes but there was no way she was doing anyone in her pussy with out protection tonight. He had a small cock and came after just a few thrusts from behind and was sure to ask if she was OK afterwards. She assured him she was and waved him off.

By the time she had walked back to the street (it was starting to get a bit busier now). She steadied herself and dug in her bag for a cigarette, lit and sucked on the nicotine rush and stared down the length of the street. Sure enough a car emerged after just a few moments and started to slow down. She stamped out her cigarette and stood forward slightly as it drew level. Inside were two kids, they could surely be no older than Torrie, her own daughter. Could these be Rose's watchers?

The passenger window wound down and a cheeky young voice spoke to the driver.

"Man, she's old enough to be my mum!"

"Yeah but your mum's hot, I'd give her one. C'mon asked her how much!"

The first boys head appeared through the window and spoke to her.

"How much you take for anal, my friend here's never done it?"

Wendy stepped forward with a sinking heart, still at least it wasn't her daughter doing this....

*

Rose parked the Porsche just around the corner of the house it had come from. Yes she was back at Torrie and Wendy's house and with them both having their hands (and mouths!) full she was given a free run at executing the next stage of her carefully orchestrated plot. She got out and took off her long coat. Everybody who knew Rose would have been amazed at what she wore under it, for years now she had been the archetypal 'goth girl', never to be seen without being clad head to toe in some form of black. Black coats, black shirts, black trousers (few had seen her in a skirt since primary school), black shoes and even all manner of black make up. The colour matched her mood and attitude perfectly. But tonight as she laid her coat on the front seat of the powerful sports car it was a totally different girl that emerged than normal. In fact she was dressed almost exactly as Torrie tended to dress to attend school; she had on a thin, white blouse with the top two buttons undone with her tie hanging down between. Lower down she had on a tiny tartan skirt and knee high white stockings. As a final touch she pulled her long dark hair into perfectly cute pigtails.

She had gone over how the next five minutes or so would go countless times over the past few days. To her delight they went perfectly as she had imagined them. Herb answered the door, a tad bewildered at finding this fresh faced nymph waiting shyly at his door, telling him that she was there to meet Torrie and was she in? Of course she wasn't but as it was cold outside and she didn't appear to have a coat (which he could clearly see as he tried to keep his eyes away from Rose's heaving chest) it would be OK for her to come inside while she waited on her. Once inside as he resumed work at his desk Rose innocently admired his splendid sitting room and offered to pour him a drink. He accepted gladly and that allowed Rose the perfect opportunity to add the powder that had turned Jenna into such a raving cock hound at the party to Herb's whisky. She had managed to 'convince' a nerd from the chemistry class to make it up for her and it had so far worked perfectly. It wasn't about to let her down tonight either.

Rose gave him the glass while taking a coquettish drink of her own tumbler of orange juice though a straw. Once she had seen him take a few draws on the glass she made her excuses and moved to his table and feigned interest in his work so she could lean nice and close to him and let her tie dangle to his thigh while her blouse opened nicely to afford Herb a tremendous view of her straining white, lacy bra. Her hand roamed not so innocently along his thigh as she looked at the papers he was showing her and she smiled at the obvious stiffness at the crotch of his trousers. He loosened his tie and looked caught in two minds but Rose was more than capable of making it up for him. Through the thin material of his trousers she grabbed his stiff length and neatly vaulted her nubile young body onto his lap.

His eyes were a heady mix of surprise and excitement and Rose wasted no time in meeting his eyes and locking her pouting lips onto his and giving him a long, wet French kiss. It was not long before Herb was reciprocating her efforts.

"I want you! I want you inside me!" gasped Rose and Herb just nodded and slobbered like one of Pavlov's dogs.

Rose pulled at her white blouse and it came away from the remaining buttons easily, she pulled down her bra to reveal her pert titties and pushed them forward for the older lawyer to take anxiously in his mouth, one at a time and to lick and kiss with, for him, unheard of passion. His marriage to Wendy had been fired by his lust initially but had soon settled down into a mundane routine and although he knew it was wrong he had more than once stared at Torrie with a lustful thought in his mind. Now here, under the rampant influence of the powder and with a teenage temptress offering herself on a plate to him he was not going to hold back. And tonight Rose was most definitely on a plate for him.

She swiftly disposed of their respective ties and hurriedly, frenziedly unzipped him to release his throbbing member. She scooted herself down his legs so that she was neatly under his desk and her mouth was perfectly level with the helmet of his cock. She bobbed her pigtailed head forward and accepted his hot, sweaty cock into her mouth and began to suck and kiss at it. Sure he was way too old, and with that half bald head was hardly a good looking man but what the hell Rose had fucked worse (and a hell of a lot poorer) in her time.

In a ridiculous kind of way she was the most unselfish lover a man could have tonight, all of this was certainly not for her enjoyment or her pleasure. She did not care if she got off (and she wouldn't come close) that wasn't important. All that mattered was totally satisfying the lawyer that she was sucking off, not just satisfying but making him infatuated with her beyond reason. And yes he was happily married but, well, where was his wife right now and what was she doing?

Rose set herself and pushed deeper onto his cock and deep throated him, keeping her cold, dark eyes right on Herbs as she took him deep inside her. It was such a intimate, personal thing to do to him that she could see a change come over him, a connection that was not there before. She felt the gag reflex come on but kept her mouth there like that for as long as possible. Finally pulling off and almost immediately licking at his slicked up dick.

It was not long before Rose got up to her feet and whipped off her tiny skirt and even tinier panties, to reveal her shaven glory to the excited lawyer and when she cleared his desk with one strong sweep of her right arm and hopped onto it and spread her legs open, Herb was not thinking of his family, not thinking of why this was happening and certainly not considering he circumstances of doing this. He was thinking with his dick and thinking of fucking this fine teenage pussy that seemed to want him inside her so desperately. Never one to disappoint a lady Herb disposed of his trousers, rubbed his hands together and stepped between Rose's thighs...

*

The garage looked intimidating to Torrie as she walked slowly towards it. This time Jazz had parked up and ordered her out pointing to the building and hurrying her on, saying.

"Come on bitch, get a shift on I've got somewhere else to be while you're in there."

But as much as she despised Jazz and all that he and Rose had done to her, she would rather have stayed in the car with him than enter the dark, foreboding building that she was approaching. It seemed to have no windows and only a big security door at the front. The garage bays were covered by heavy looking shutters and most of the brick walls were covered in graffiti. This was a bad area of town, Torrie had not been down here since her days in the poorhouse when her mother had a boyfriend that lived down here but that hadn't lasted long. A couple of times she turned to check that Jazz was still there, and he was but he was obviously impatient to get going and waved her on towards the apparent entrance. The door had a security speaker system to the left of it and Torrie pressed the button nervously, the crackle of static it gave off making her jump involuntarily.

"Who is it?" demanded a harsh voice within.

"Um, well , um, I am here on behalf of Mrs Wilson. Her daughter said she couldn't make this months payment and I was to make it for her."

"So what? No Rose tonight then?"

"Erm, no, she said I was to do it."

"Damn! You better be a sexy bitch! Come on up the stairs directly in front of you and we'll find out."

With that the speaker buzzed and the large security door clicked open. Torrie took one last look behind her at Jazz in the car and swallowed nervously, she did not like the feel of this at all. Nonetheless, she stepped inside and the big door locked shut behind her. There was no going back now. Her sneaker covered feet moved silently up the metallic staircase that faced her and the silence and poor light served to unnerve her further. Her hand gripping the metal banister tightly in an attempt to give her some reassurance. At the top was another heavy security door and as she lifted her hand to knock on the door it swung inwards and the sights and sounds of inside spilled out.

Standing in the doorway was a tall young man, in his mid twenties, with a skin head and a variety of tattoos, checked loose shirt and jeans. He took a long toke on the cigarette he was smoking and blatantly looked Torrie up and down, as if measuring her like a chunk of meat. He nodded and smiled and indicated for her to move into the light. Once in the room as her doorman shut the door behind him she tried to take it all in, the three tattered sofas that littered the office area, the overcrowded low table in the centre, covered by magazines and ashtrays, the two dogs tied to pieces of rope in opposing corners of the room, the boombox spitting out loud, deep beats. More meaningfully she also took in the four other men, dressed in identikit outfits to the guy behind her lounging on the sofa's, smoking, laughing and now, very definitely, checking out the new arrival. The smell of engines and petrol rose up from the workshop to the left but it was the smell of pot that really struck Torrie as the guy behind her gave her a little shove forward to break her spell.

"Hey boys, looks like we've traded up tonight! Big surprise old woman Wilson can't make her repayment again, this is Rose's replacement. What do you reckon?"

There followed a few moments for grunts and hoots of approval and Torrie was by now in no doubt as to the nature of her 'payment' and just gave a resigned sigh as all the men sat on their sofas and undid their zippers so that she stood in the middle of five stiff dicks. She dropped to her knees and took the nearest one in her waiting mouth and reached out to masturbate the others. For someone who had only ever been with one guy at a time this was going to be a real education.

By that point Jazz was long gone, well on his way to keep his appointment. With Torrie's mother.

*

Wendy had told the boys that anal would be $110, figuring that it may be out of their price range, although she needed the cash to prove to Rose that she had done all that was requested of her that night she really didn't want to have a cock up her asshole. But her mouth dropped when he had produced it easily and told her to get in.

That had been five minutes ago and the intervening period had been spent with Wendy wriggling out of her clothing in the back seat and the excited kid get in beside her. He was eighteen alright but she doubted he was much older than her daughter but didn't have much longer to consider it as he asked her to roll, awkwardly, onto her knees in the back and managed to fit his stiff, young cock in his hand and masturbate it to erection.

"Spit on it, you'll need it to be pretty wet" advised Wendy, more for her sake than his.

"Yeah spit on the bitch" encouraged the kids friend up front as he read a magazine waiting for his buddy to finish up.

She winced as she felt his teenage fumbling at her ass cheeks and winced again as she felt them parted and his thick young cock slide between, searching for her anus. Back in the 'heyday' of her porno magazine shoots and videos Wendy had done a fair bit of anal work, she had never really liked it but understood why guys liked it so much. It had that taboo, naughty stigma to it but giving it up again all these years late in the confines of this cramped back seat was hardly an enjoyable return to form.

He gripped her sides as he shoved forward and sighed as he felt his cock slip up inside her tight hole. None of the other girls he had been with had ever let him do them in the ass and this was a long looked forward to pleasure. He grunted as he thrust harder and deeper but the truth was he was hardly an experienced lover and the newness of all this was getting to him. The older whores ass muscles were gripping his condom covered cock and he couldn't stop himself coming in a couple of hard, fast spurts.

"You want a shot Billy?" he called to his mate in the front.

"Na mate, she's too old for me" was an answer that both stung and pleased Wendy.

She hurried to get redressed and the boys quickly sped off, leaving her $110 dollars better off but feeling a whole lost worse. She emerged just in time to blink in the bright headlights of the next car as he pulled up alongside her to offer her more work. But of course Wendy didn't know who he was or particularly care.

*

Torrie was on her knees and hard at work. Each of the five guys were lounging back on the dilapidated orange sofas and casually chatting and joking with each other while she administrated sloppy blow jobs to them in turn. By this point Torrie was resigned to doing exactly what Rose designed for her, she hated her and vowed that this would be the end of it, tomorrow she would confront her mother over her past, tell her all that she had done to preserve her secrets and tell her that it would be stopping now, no matter the consequences. But as she bobbed her mouth deep down onto the rigid pricks she was currently servicing she really wasn't thinking much past the next few minutes.

They really were a pretty loathsome bunch of bastards. They passed beer bottles around as she did all the work and laughed at her efforts, called her every demeaning name under the sun and joked about what they were doing and stuff about customers (it seemed Mrs. Wilson wasn't the only person who had trouble paying for work and used this alternative payment method).

"She ain't as good a cock sucker as li'l Rose is that's for damn sure! That little bitch sucks like a hoover!" announced one of the yobs as Torrie had just had her head literally pulled off his slippery cock to be placed on the guy sitting next to him. It was terribly demeaning to be passed around like this, each of the men taking their share of pumping of her face before allowing her to pass on. After all had trawled the depths of her throat and her usually perfect face was covered with messy trails of her own saliva they debated amongst themselves how and where they should blow their load.

"On her face!"

"No! make her swallow the lot!"

Eventually they agreed upon the creamy biscuit method. Torrie knelt there bemused as that elicited a whooping and a hollering and they high fived each other as the guy that had let her in got up and shuffled into the back of the room where a kettle and mugs and biscuit tin lay in layers of dust. He came back with a pretty big, flat chocolate chip cookie and held it to Torrie's mouth.

"You like cookie Missy?"

Not really knowing where this was going Torrie nodded her head as she used her hand to sweep her damp hair from her face.

"Alright then babe, we're going to spill out loads on top of this here cookie and you are gonna eat it. Understand? Good, come on boys, whose first?"

They then each shot their thick, white spunk on top of the cookie, ordering Torrie to kneel below it and catch any drips off the side in her open mouth. When they were all done and the biscuit lowered to Torrie's mouth it was quite the sight, the mix of their sperm giving it a dull, greyish colour and an aroma of sex.

"Eat it up girly. Eat it up."

Torrie closed her eyes and bit into it, trying to concentrate on the sweet taste of the biscuit but never truly forgetting what the creamy sour tasting topping was but she managed to finish it and started to get up thinking the payment was over.

"Where the fuck are you going girl? Get back here!"

"But I thought I..."

The thug grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her knees again as the five men crowded round her.

"Hell no bitch, that's just a warm up, if you're really here to make old woman Wilson's debt a little bit less like her slut daughter then you better get out of those clothes and let us see those fun bags and your money maker!"

She had come so far and done so much that Torrie knew she would do this extra demand, but she wasn't a freak like Rose or under the influence of a heady aphrodisiac like her friend Jenna had been at the party so this would be done reluctantly and with as little enthusiasm as she could muster. None the less her hands were already pulling her tight jumper off and getting up to show off her wares to best effect. When her young teenage breasts bounced free they were quickly groped and squeezed by five eager sets of rough hands.




Rose Owns Torrie's Ass Ch. 03



"Goddamn bitch, those are nice titties!"

She wriggled her shapely ass out of her short skirt and stood before them with a look of 'what do I do next' written all over her face.

"Well bitch, we ain't quite hard enough for you again so tell you what you can help us get hard real quick. Guys lose the trousers. Bitch how are you at licking butthole?"

Moments later Torrie was on her knees and staring with disgust at a row of men's ass cheeks being held apart in readiness for her to tongue them, what a revolting development for the beauty! She was sure that this would be worse than having to suck off Jazz, worse than selling out her two best friends, worse even than allowing that disgusting slob Gilbert to fuck her, this was surely her nadir. Nonetheless at the men's encouragement Torrie shuffled forward on her knees and pushed her head between the first guys ass and tentatively began to lick t his ass.

"That's it you dirty ass licking slut. Get your tongue right up there, clean that ass up!"

The guys were jerking their semi hard cocks as she tongued them, getting off on her obvious distaste at her filthy task. The smell and taste was hideous and Torrie nearly gagged on a few occasions and when she tried to too quickly move onto the next ass she was dragged back by the hair and made to start at the end of the row again until all she was licking from their hairy assholes was her own saliva.

"Alright it's spit roasting time! Kenny get the table in place, Billy, Jake it's your turn to lead off."

Torrie was pulled up and placed belly down on top of a low coffee table in the centre of the room and felt hand spread her legs and finger her pussy, getting it nice and wet. As she concentrated on that a cock appeared at her head and pushed into her mouth. As her attention moved to the member in her mouth and tried to accommodate it she felt her thighs moved further apart and another cock slide inside her cunt. With cocks hard at work at both ends of her body there was little Torrie could do but go with what was happening and lie on the table, her boobs jiggling back and forth on the table top, and take being fucked like this. The other three guys were standing around, swigging on beer and smoking cigarettes and waiting their turn. And their turn would come because all of the guys would get the chance to fuck Torrie before the next hour was up....

*

Rose's body accepted the older man's cock deep within her and her pussy tightened around it, squeezing it while she met Herbs eyes, trying and succeeding to convey her desire for the man. Not desire for good reasons but desire for what he could give her, and that did not include his love making abilities. Her legs were wrapped around Herb's waist and she drew him in deeper allowing his hands to fondle and play with her pert teenage tits. She could tell he was close to climax from his hurried breaths and with her naked back almost stuck to his desk with sweat she pushed down further onto his cock. She had timed this encounter perfectly to when she should be ovulating and primed for conceiving a child, but even if she did not strike it lucky that way she had plenty more tricks in her bag.

The married lawyer was grunting unevenly now and his strokes into her were slowing up until he shuddered and she felt her womb flooded with his seed. For a brief moment he collapsed his head on her chest, tired from his exertions but Rose was pleased to see, when he lifted his head, that his eyes still burned brightly with sexual desire, the drug and her efforts still exerting a measure of control on him.

Reinforcing that Rose gently pushed Herb back a little and slid off the desk onto her knees again to take his shrinking cock into her mouth to softly lick it clean. As she did so she kept her eyes nice and wide and he could do little but gaze into her hypnotic iris's and allow the nymph to do her work.

*

Jazz parked up under the shadow of an old, disused warehouse and switched off the car's engine. Down the road he could see Torrie's mother propositioning a guy in a red car. He waited a moment until the customer got out of the car and he and Wendy moved further down the road and turned left into the dark alleyway that ran across the road. Jazz admired the 38 year old's ass as it wiggled it's way out of his view and cursed Rose not allowing him to have his turn with the yummy Mrs Webster. He imagined that she would be a classy fuck and he checked his watch again just to re-confirm that he couldn't. Damn! Still, he allowed himself to slip out of the car and sneak down the side walk to peer around the corner and see the fantastic sight of Wendy on her knees before the man and rapidly bobbing her mouth at the guys groin. Jazz gave a sigh and had a quick grope of his hard cock in his jeans, but all too soon turned away and walked to the battered phone box to carry out Rose's instructions and consoling himself with thoughts of what he was going to do to Wendy's daughter later that very night.

He punched the round buttons and waited a moment until the police reception answered. His voice when he spoke was muffled and low and nervous.

"Yeah, erm there's a hooker down on Knights Street, blonde, in her thirties I've seen her touting for business and harassing some passer-by's and I just found out she was offering my little brother drugs. What? My name? It's not important, but it's not right, you going to do anything about it? Good."

He hung up and wandered back to his car to start it up and head back to the garage and catch up with Torrie. He took another little grope of his dick as he went. God he was going to enjoy fucking that stuck little cunt!

*

Right at that point in time Torrie was a long way from being stuck up. Two of the five guys had fucked her mouth and once more sprayed her mouth with sticky loads of their cum, they hadn't been all that accurate and her chin was dribbling several trail of cum down to the floor below the table. Two others had fucked her teenage pussy and fired their loads up there too, not listening to her half hearted complaints of pregnancy worries. That wasn't their concern. Although the second guy to get a shot in her pussy did make a complaint about not wanting 'sloppy seconds'. But that hadn't stopped him pounding her on the coffee table while one of his colleagues was being orally serviced. They were all finished now, sitting back and enjoying another drink and watching their friend Joe fuck Torrie's ass 

When she had realised that the final guy was going to fuck her there she had pleaded with him not to, that she would do anything else, but not that again! He was unrepentant, Rose did it and if she wanted to pay off that months settlement Torrie was damn well going to have to agree to take it up her asshole! Torrie's head fell and she sadly watched some cum drip from her mouth as she nodded her assent and allowed herself to be flipped over. He spat on his fingers and delved them into her ass cheeks, spreading them apart before lowering his head and spitting on her exposed, puckered little ass hole. He held her ass open so the other guys could see and make comment.

"Goddamn that looks fucking tight! You'll split her in half!"

The others also spat onto her ass giving it at least some wetness and he slid the tip of his engorged cock to the edge of her anus and coated it in the pre-cum that had seeped out of it. Torrie held her breath then felt it slide in and gasped as she felt her self fill up with his meat in that most intimate of places. It was a bit sore and she bit down on her cum coated lips as it eased deeper into her ass. Then he pulled almost all the way out and rammed it back in and she could hold on no longer and gave cry to a load moan that it was too much. But he did not heed her and continued to fuck her ass and as he did Torrie's body accepted it and she just lay looking at the cum stained floor and hoping this ordeal would end soon. It ended five minutes later when Joe, after ass fucking the teenager for that period, and exclaimed as she stiffened and shot his load into her ass.

He got up and got a beer and all five seemed to almost forget about the blonde as she lay on the table. It took her a couple of minutes before she managed to get up and pick up her clothes and still they ignored her presence. She got dressed tentatively, half expecting to be called back at any moment, but she wasn't and a few minutes later she was being shown out of the garage and back into the cold night. 

She was met by a grinning Jazz who informed her that she had just one more stop to make that night.

*

Rose and Herb had by now taken their activities to the bedroom, it was a opulent room, wide and filled with the trinkets and the luxury of the rich, Wendy and Torrie certainly had come along way since they had been neighbours to Rose and her mother in poorhouse lane. Herb lay on the bed, tired from his evenings exertions, they had been at it for over an hour and the lithe schoolgirl slut showed no signs of tiring yet. She was on top riding him, doing all the work, with all the enthusiasm and vigour she could manage, trying hard to squeeze a third orgasm from the lawyer. It was proving difficult. She could see in his eyes that her potion and enchantment were starting to lose their grip over his mind and body, she shot a glance at the bright digits of the alarm clock as she bounced on his cock and was relieved to see that it was well past the point where Jazz should have carried out her instructions.

Herb meanwhile was slowly coming to his senses, he had been so taken up in the excitement and heat of the moment that he had not considered anything of what he had been doing. All that had mattered was fucking this hot nymph, nothing else was even in his mind. But now, almost with every second that passed, a new more worrying consequence seemed to come to him. Finally, he mustered the courage and strength to speak.

"No, stop this, we shouldn't be doing this. Stop!"

Rose feigned disappointment and concern and obediently dismounted, putting on her best puppy dog eyes at his rejection of her. In a babbling, almost incoherent and desperate voice he gave all the reasons why this had been a terrible mistake, a misjudgement that should never of happened. Rose waited patiently until he brought up that he was happily married to a 'lovely, sweet woman'. My god he was almost in tears at the thought of his infidelity. It was the cue Rose had been waiting for. As he scrambled off the bed and babbled his undying love for his wife she calmly moved to the computer Torrie had told her was in the room. She turned it on and asked him to log in, he was confused by what she was doing and was keen to usher her from the room and his house as guilt spread rapidly through him. But Rose was not for moving and it was quickly apparent to Herb that she wasn't going anywhere until she had shown whatever she wanted him to see.

"You say your wife is such a model of perfection and that you can't understand how you could have cheated on her with me, but, Herb, baby, how well do you really know your wife?"

"What do you mean? We don't have any secrets from each other. I don't know what came over me tonight, I mean you're nice and all that but it was a mistake, I'm married. This was a terrible mistake, my god this must never come to light!"

He broke off as Rose put her finger to her lips as she fired up the internet on the computer and typed in the pages that had brought about all of these events. She had memorised them in her head and had a vicious smile on her lips as she typed them in and brought the pictures up on the screen. Herb cut off from his arguments as the screen lit up with pictures of his beautiful wife (albeit a few years younger but still recognisably her), her mouth filled with cum and three stiff black cocks around it. She was smiling.

At first her went into a denial of sorts.

"What is this? What are you doing? That's not .."

"Who? Wendy your 'perfect' wife? Oh, I'm afraid it is Herb. She was the biggest slut going and believe me she still fucking is!"

Roses harsh words were backed up by more and more images, those bukkake pictures of her covered in hundreds of men's cum really hit hard, as did the fetish pics and video clips Rose brought up. Herb could hardly believe it was his wife drinking piss on the computer screen in his bedroom. Rose was relentlessly going from proof to further perverted proof. Wendy's S&M photoshoots, her ass red from being spanked and tied up, her airtight pictures with multiple penetrations of her body. Rose built them up one after the other, her scat photoshoots where she let a man squat above and well, you know. Herb didn't want to look but could not tear his eyes away from the screen. And then Rose entered a site called "Farmyard Lovers", that was too much for him, seeing his perfect wife doing all those things he sat down on the edge of the bed as Rose came forward to comfort him. His mind was shot and he couldn't think straight. As Rose returned with another whisky (with her own concoction added, of course) he drank it in one slug and stared into space.

Then the phone rang.

"Wendy? What? Where are you? You're where? What? Prostitution? But you were... Bail you out? I don't know what..."

The phone went dead as Rose's finger cut off Wendy's one call that she was allowed. Herb looked up at her, feeling a stirring in his loins and his head a confused mess. Should he go to the station and sort this mess out. Wendy was his wife, but after all this and now this? Prostitution? How could she?

Rose handed him another loaded whisky and began to stroke his cock. He was going nowhere that night. He was hers now, he just didn't realise it yet.

*

Torrie had her face turned away fro Jazz as he drove through the dark, empty streets. She didn't want him to realise how upset she was, she still had enough pride to not want the bastard to know that Roses and his manipulative games had finally worn her down. Silent tears tracked their way down her cheek against the glass of the window. Then the car came to a stop. Rose looked up to see they were parked next to the school playing fields.

"Come on baby get out, this is the last stop!"

Jazz got out and popped Torrie's door and proceeded to drag her by the wrist across the playing field until they were in the end zone of the schools football pitch. He started tugging off his clothes as Torrie just stood there, knowing what would come next. He was naked soon enough and sporting a huge erection.

"I've tasted your mouth Torrie, now I want the rest, get naked!"

As for the third time that horrific night Torrie Webster stripped off and felt the chill night time air touch her body she watched the creep masturbate himself at the sight of her big teenage tits and her shaven pussy.

"I always wanted to bang a cheeleader in the end zone! I'm gonna do you doggy, get down on your hands and knees bitch!"

Torrie was past the point of wasting energy trying to argue and just got down on all fours on the wet, muddy grass. With no foreplay Jazz dropped down behind her and jammed his cock deep inside her pussy, grabbed her long blonde hair, pulled back on it and rode her like a wild animal. As he fucked her he goaded her with all that he and Rose had done.

"Eh, how you like that Miss Torrie Webster. A few weeks ago you wouldn't even give me an' Rose the time of day, now you're our bitch! First you fuck that slob Gilbert McMaster on video, eeeooow, you are one hell of a slut on that tape let me tell you. Then you sell those two friend of yours down the river to save your own hide. Didn't you? Let that Angelina be drugged and beaten in the Fight Test an' you let Jenna be drugged and gang banged for the whole school to see didn't you? All to save your ass! Come on tell me you did that, tell me!"

His words and actions were becoming more and more erratic as he continued to fuck her and reach explosion and Torrie just did what he said and admitted her part in all those things.

"Yes! You bastard yes, I did all that, you fuckers made me!"

"But you did it all bitch! You did and all because Rose owns your ass, come on bitch tell me, shout it out! Rose. Owns. Your. Ass. Shout it!"

"OK! Rose! Owns! My! Ass! At just that moment Jazz came in a flood of cum into her pussy and stepped back to pick up his clothes. He spoke to the dark void off to the right of the goal post.

"You see girls, I told you you'd find out the truth about it all tonight, didn't I? Now if you'll excuse me..."

He stepped quickly towards his car as both Jenna and Angelina stepped out into the soft glow from the distant streetlamp and Torrie looked into their angry, vengeful faces and tried to rise up out of the mud and grass she was laying on. They did not look like they would be helping her up....

*

Across the town Rose lay in the soft folds of the king sized bed in Herb and Wendy's bed and lighted a post coital cigarette and allowed herself to think forward to how she would snare this rich lawyer and get as much money out of him as possible.

THE END