Luke sprinted across the amusement park, desperate to get back to his wife, Amber. When he finally found her, in front of the Crazy House, he was out of breath and nearly frantic. "Did you find her?" he managed to croak out, despite the completely obvious fact that his daughter Alicia was nowhere to be seen.
"Oh my god, no, she's been missing for almost an hour. We've got to find her!" Amber was in hysterics. "I've looked everywhere - and a couple of the park people are on the lookout for her. Oh my god, where could she be?"
"Slow down, sweetie, please. Tell me what happened. How did you get separated? Why weren't you with her?" Luke tried, without complete success, to keep the blame out of his voice.
"Oh god, oh god, we ran into her friend, Zoey, you know, the one from her dance classes." At Luke's nod, Amber continued. "She was with her older sister, I think her name is Briana, or Brenda, or, oh, I don't know! But she, the sister I mean, she was older, sixteen or seventeen and I just thought it was okay. Oh god."
"You thought what was okay?" Luke demanded.
"Zoey's sister seemed very responsible, and Alicia was obviously bored with shopping and there were more gift shops I wanted to see, and, well, so, I let Alicia go off to ride the Runaway Train with them. They promised we'd meet right here, almost an hour ago, but she never showed up. Oh god, Luke, where is she!?"
"Calm down, calm down, Jesus. Look, they're probably fine. And as long as Alicia has her Platinum Member's badge she'll be fine."
"What? What does that badge have to do with it? She's missing! You're not making sense."
"Never mind, it's fine, just as long as she's got her badge, forget about..."
"But Luke, she doesn't have her badge," Amber said.
Luke felt a chill run through his body as his heart stopped beating for a second. "What?" he asked.
"She didn't want to show off in front of her friend. She left her medallion with me. Here, see, it's in my bag."
"Oh my god. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Luke began to mutter, louder and louder as he put two and two together. "Oh Jesus, we have to go. Right now. Oh shit. Come on! We have to go!!"
Luke was dragging a confused and worried Amber as he dashed up to the information desk on the main floor of the Platinum Palace. He was so relieved to see that Chad was manning the booth.
"Luke! Hey, listen, I couldn't keep..." Chad began to say, but Luke cut him off.
"Chad! My daughter, Alicia, the one who's missing. She wasn't wearing her badge! See." Luke held up the extra Platinum Pass Member's medallion he'd gotten from Amber's purse.
The two men exchanged a look and then Chad's eyes flared with understanding. "Ooooh shit!" he said. "I guess we better try to find her before... " He let that statement drop before the idea was made explicit. "Hey, anything I can do, I'll try to help you find her."
"Luke, what is going on?" Amber whined, looking around at the big room, the inner balcony and the twelve big observation windows up there.
"Not now!" Luke barked at his wife. And then he suddenly looked around, wildly. "Jesus, Chad, where's Miki? You said you'd keep an eye on her!"
"Hey, hey, calm down, man. She's fine. But I couldn't babysit her any longer - management really frowns on that. You didn't want to get me in trouble, did you?"
"So where the fuck is she?" Luke was panicked. First his daughter, and now Miki.
Chad held out his hands to ward off Luke's vehemence. "Hey. She's fine - I had to send her down to the Meat Market, just a couple of minutes ago. Alex took her."
"Jesus! I've got to find Alicia! But Miki - Jesus!" Luke felt sick at the idea of someone else picking up his Miki and doing god-only-knows what awful things to her. But his daughter was missing too!
"Who's Miki?" Amber said.
"Not now!" Luke growled. He had to think. "Okay, look, here's what we'll do. I'll go to the Meat Market. I can look for Alicia and Miki at the same time. Chad, you take Amber and start looking in the participation rooms. It's only been an hour. It takes nearly that long to get someone oriented for one those rooms, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah," Chad said. "Between intake and orientation it's just about an hour. But it doesn't take that long to end up in the Meat Market, so you'd better hurry. What are you going to do if she's already in one of the private rooms, man?"
"Fuck me, I'll cross that bridge when I get there." Luke said. Then he took his attractive wife by the upper arms and looked deeply into her eyes. "Honey, listen to me."
"Luke? What is going on here? This place, it's..."
"Just listen!" Luke gripped Ambers arms tight and practically lifted her off her feet. "You're going with Chad. You're going to go look for Alicia. Now listen carefully! You may see some VERY strange things in here. Really strange, things you won't like. But you have to remember - you're looking for Alicia. That's all that matters. You have to find her. If you find her, call me. If I find her I'll call you. Do you understand?!"
"Oh god, Luke, I, I, yes. Okay. Yes, we have to find Alicia. You really think she's in this place?"
"Yes, I do. Now off you go with Chad." Luke turned to Chad to say, "Take care of her. I'm counting on you. Which way to the Meat Market?"
"Through the door in that corner over there. Then down the hall, you can't miss it. Good luck, man!"
Chad escorted Luke's wife, Amber, towards a corner of the main floor of the Platinum Palace. With Luke gone, he'd switched back to his usual laid back demeanor and he practically sauntered. While Amber, wide eyed and confused, looked around at the huge room and the people moving about here and there, Chad took the opportunity to look over Amber's luscious body from head to attractive, sandal-clad toe. She was a looker. That was for sure. Hard to believe she was the mother of a ten-year-old. Amber put the "like to" in MILF as far as Chad was concerned.
"So, ah, Amber - it's Amber, right?" Chad said and continued when Amber nodded her head. "I guess I should give you a little primer on the Platinum Palace here. I mean, seeing as how you're a Platinum Pass Member and all. It's only right. But, ah, I think we'd better start up on the observation deck. So let's just head up this staircase, okay?"
Amber glanced at Chad, more confused and worried than ever. Why in the world were they looking for Alicia in this strange place? How could she ever have ended up here? But she followed Chad as he led her up the spiral staircase to the observation balcony.
At the top of the staircase, Chad paused to think. Then he said, "Okay, look, I could go through a whole song and dance trying to explain this to you, but I can see you're a big girl, ah I mean, not big big, but,... Oh fuck it, look, I'm not going to try to explain it, I'll just show you. And we'll start with something reasonably tame. Okay? Hey - Okay?"
At Amber's wide-eyed nod Chad continued, even as he led her towards one of the big observation windows. "Great, so, ah, well, this is an observation window and I'm just going to hit this button here and then we'll be able to look and see if your daughter is down in this participation room. Got it?"
It was more than obvious that Amber did not, in fact, 'got it.' She was nowhere near it. But she did her best to pull herself together and she answered, "Uh, I, I guess?"
"Okey dokey, here goes nothing. Chad leaned down and pushed the button that made the opaque observation window become transparent. The two were looking down into The Strip Club.
"Oh my, oh my,... oh my GOD!" Amber said in wide-eyed amazement. There were half a dozen barely clad male and female dancers dancing at the poles on either side of the room. In the middle of the room several people lounged about watching and drinking and three very hot lap dances were taking place - one of which involved a girl of no more than fifteen grinding her pussy against the chest of a fat middle aged man with a very bad toupee.
"Yeah, kind of shocking the first time, isn't it?" Chad said nonchalantly.
"But they're... and over there... and OH MY GOD, that girl, that child!" Amber couldn't hold a coherent thought in her brain.
"Whoah, whoah, calm down, Amber, it's fine. It's just the Strip Club." Chad put his arm around the attractive woman to comfort her and he closely watched her reaction to the debauchery in front of her. He rubbed her arm and she leaned into him. "Look, I think you can see all of the dolls that are in the room from here. If you don't see your daughter, then she's not in the room. Okay?"
"D-Dolls?" Amber stuttered.
Chad took a deep breath. He suddenly understood why Luke, the rat bastard, had sent him with Amber. "Okay. Here's how it is, Amber. You see the dancers, and the three giving the lap dances? Ohh! Look at that one go! Sorry. So, you see them - those are the dolls. They're not Platinum Pass Members, like you. The REST of the people in there are Platinum Pass Members - see their medallions? The members are, well, enjoying themselves, playing with the dolls that is. The dolls are programmed to make sure the Members get what they truly desire."
"Enjoying themselves?" Amber voice was getting higher and shriller.
"It's okay, it's okay, nobody gets hurt. The dolls work the room for a day or two based on their programming, and then we give them happy, wonderful memories of the great time they had in the amusement park. They don't remember a thing that really happened and their fake memories are much better than anything they could have actually done. Everybody wins, Amber, it's fine."
"Oh my god, oh my god." As Amber watched, mesmerized, the young girl grinding herself on the fat man lost her top. Immediately the man buried his face in her small jiggling breasts. She arched her back and kept on grinding. Amber's hand went to her chest in shock. The girl was so young! And she seemed to be enjoying herself, immensely. Then suddenly the girl's tight, short skirt vanished and she was naked. Seconds later, the man's cock was out of his pants and somehow it was glistening with oil as the child rubbed her hand up an down it. The man leaned back in his chair. He bit his lip and he gripped the arms of the chair. Amber couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her heart raced, out of control. The teen lowered herself down onto the fat man's large pole in an incredibly sinuous and sexual movement. Incredibly, she was still dancing to the music, slow and languid and oh so hot - but she was also fucking herself on the man's big cock. She was fucking herself over and over and over to the beat of the music and Amber couldn't tear her eyes away. Amber could barely breathe.
Amber flashed to her own first time, in the back of Luke's father's Chevy Malibu, when she was no older than that little girl down there. The teen was raping herself on that fat, ugly man's cock - and she was thrilled; she was ecstatic. Amber's first time had been quick, uncomfortable and disappointing. Why couldn't it have been like this? It had gotten better, over the years, but nothing like this - nothing like what the teenager down there was experiencing. Every motion the girl made screamed out her pleasure and excitement at being fucked, at fucking herself, at having a huge fat cock far up inside of her, at riding her orgasm to higher and higher places. The girl was in heaven! And so was the Platinum Pass Member she rode on.
"Amber!" Chad barked and Amber snapped out of her shock. She looked him in the eye and realized he was holding her quite close as she shivered with lustful excitement. She felt an incredible need and heat between her legs.
"You've got to concentrate." Chad said. "Your daughter needs you. Now, look, do you see Alicia in the Strip Club, or not? If you don't see her from here, then she's not down there."
"Oh god, oh," Amber turned to stare through the big window, concentrating to take in every corner of the Strip Club. She had to work hard to look at anything but the young teen who was getting filled with the fat man's cum. "No, she's not there!" she said to Chad. "Thank god she's not there - I don't think I could..." Amber stuttered to a stop and she turned slowly and took in the full enormity of the giant Platinum Palace and its twelve observation windows. "Oh, oh my god, there's more - isn't there? And you said this room was tame. Oh my poor baby!"
Luke practically ran to the Meat Market. He was tormented at every step by the idea of what could be happening to his sweet daughter and his precious Miki. He burst through the door and hurried forward, looking about him frantically.
And he was just in time. From across the room he saw Miki, standing naked on a low stage, looking very small and frightened and vulnerable. A man at one side of the stage stood behind a podium and spoke into a microphone to the half-dozen men and women who were milling about.
"Ladies and gentlemen," said the announcer, "here we have a very nice specimen, as you can see. Can I have a start to bidding please? Don't let the young lady stand up here all day."
"Half a credit!" a man near the front said, leering at Miki.
"One credit," a tall, middle-aged woman cut in almost immediately.
Miki spotted Luke coming across the room and her eyes went wide with excitement. She tried to cry out, but nothing came out of her mouth and she remained rooted to the spot.
"Credit and a half! Miserable cow," the first bidder chimed in.
The female bidder paused and eyed Miki, then called out, "Two credits."
Even as Luke dashed across the room he could hear the auctioneer saying, "Two credits, I have two credits, are there any more bids?" With no idea what a credit might be, Luke yelled out, "Two and a half credits!"
"Two and half credits to the late bidder," said the auctioneer. "Do I hear three?"
The middle-aged woman glared at Luke with real malice, then said "Three!"
Oh god, I hope I'm not doing something really stupid, Luke thought. "Five credits!" he said firmly.
There was a general hubbub of noise across the auction floor of the Meat Market but it immediately fell to silence when Luke made his final bid. He could tell at once that he had, in fact, done something stupid. But he didn't really care. He just had to keep Miki out of the clutches of the nasty woman. God only knows what she might have in mind.
"Sold to the gentleman for five credits!" the auctioneer announced. "And might I add sir, quite the exciting auction! Thank you sir." He turned to Miki and said, "You are released to the winning bidder, my dear."
"Master!" Miki squeaked and she threw herself off the stage and into Luke's protective arms - naked and all. She pressed herself against him and hung on desperately, as if someone might tear her away from him at any moment.
"Excuse me, sir," said an unexpected voice from behind Luke. He turned to find another park employee with a clipboard. "Congratulations on your winning bid, sir. Now then," he flashed a little laser counter at Luke's Platinum Pass badge before continuing, "I'm sure you realize that for five credits you have purchased the highest level of conditioning, the platinum package, so to speak. Are you ready to fully articulate the specifics of the conditioning you would like to choose, or do you wish to postpone that to a later time?"
"What?" Luke said, stupidly, but then remembered his true mission. "No, no, not now. Uh, yeah, later, sure, later. Look, ah, I'm trying to find someone, right away, right now."
"Really, sir, you require a second purchase? There will be another auction momentarily, but I assure you nothing quite as nice as your recent purchase is coming up on the docket for several hours. I've looked over the entire stock."
"No, no, no, you don't get it. I'm looking for a little girl." The man raised his eyebrows and pointedly looked down at Miki who was still clinging, naked, to Luke's side. "NO! Damn it! Another little girl. I mean a different little girl. I mean, oh fuck! Has there been a little girl who came through here in the last hour - ten years old, blonde, very pretty? Her name is Alicia."
The man furrowed his brows to think and then, annoyingly slowly, he checked his clipboard. Finally, he looked up and said, "No, no, I'm quite certain, no little girls of that description have come through here in the last hour. Now then, sir, will there be anything else? Would you like to make an appointment for that conditioning? It will take some time and it's best to plan these things ahead."
"No, no, I'll deal with that later."
"Very good, sir. Anything else?"
"Well, yeah, yeah. Get this girl some god damn clothes!"
"Chad? Do you really think my baby could be in one of these rooms?" Amber said weakly as Chad reached over to make the Strip Club observation window go opaque.
"Well..." Chad began, but he was interrupted by Amber's phone chirping. She pulled it out to read a text from Luke.
"Find her?" was all it said.
"Oh god, neither of us has found her yet," Amber said as she typed the reply: "no." Her phone chirped again almost immediately.
"Keep looking! We will too." Amber was still too shaken by her exciting voyeurism and disappointment over not finding Alicia to notice the 'we' in Luke's text.
"Look," Chad said, "I'm sure we're going to find her. You just have to be brave." He put his arm around Amber's shoulder again and began to steer her to the left of the Strip Club. But he immediately thought better of it, saying, "No, wait, I think it would be better if we went the other way." They turned around and headed off, past the spiral staircase and down a different wall of the Platinum Palace towards the next big observation window. Three middle-aged women were already there, looking down into the room. Chad stopped a few yards away to say, "Okay, now, Amber, this room isn't the worst, not by a long shot - but it's not tame, either. I think, well, you might see things in here that are just a little bit out of your comfort zone, if you know what I mean. So, ah, are you going to be okay?"
"Oh god, just tell me."
"Ahhh, no. No, I think you'll just have to see for yourself. But remember, it's all about finding your little Alicia, right? Just keep reminding yourself of that. You can do it."
"Oh, yes, yes, Alicia! We have to find Alicia. So, what is this room called?" Amber asked, before suddenly turning her attention to the three women, who had simultaneously gasped, then burst into embarrassed, girlish giggles.
Chad took Amber by the arm to lead her the final few yards. "It's The Dungeon," he told her.
Amber looked down into The Dungeon, gasped out loud and tried to make sense of what she was seeing. It was a huge room that faded into darkness the farther back you looked, adding to the sense of size and spookiness. The room was dotted with horrifying pieces of bondage equipment. She could see several stocks and pillories of various types, huge wooden X's and other devices she couldn't begin to name. There were shining steel cages here and there as well, and at least half the cages clearly held people - naked but for masks and hoods.
But Amber's eyes were drawn immediately to a scene near the front of the room. A gagged and naked woman was strapped down on something like a vaulting horse. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the sides of the horse and her butt stuck out, with her legs widely spread. She looked so exposed and vulnerable - unlike anything Amber had ever seen or imagined. And Amber was shocked to her core, for the woman looked to be just Amber's age, with Amber's long blonde hair and sizable breasts. The woman looked frightened and she struggled, ineffectually, again her bonds. A man was standing just behind the girl. He was a chubby fifty-something who looked like he should be selling cars, not standing, stripped to the waist, with a leather lash in his hand. As Amber watched, he circled the poor woman once, enjoying her struggles, then from behind her he swished the lash upwards, between her legs, to sting her exposed pussy. The woman arched her back and strained with every muscle - and even with the big red ball-gag Amber could hear her scream. The man slashed at her again and again she reacted. Then he whipped each of her ass cheeks, over and over.
Amber could tell that the man wasn't doing the poor woman any real harm, even though her skin turned bright red and the lashes clearly stung horribly. She couldn't tear her eyes away. She was so confused! How could this terrible, depraved scene playing out in front of her be turning her on? She wanted desperately to push her hand into her capris and frig her sopping pussy. As she watched, the man said something low and growling to the woman that couldn't be heard on the observation level, and then he stood directly behind her and dropped his pants to reveal a moderate sized erection. The woman desperately shook her head back and forth, clearly pleading for mercy, trying to scream, "No, no, no, no," through her gag. But the man ran his fingers through her pussy, groping deep inside of her, then pulled his fingers out. His fingers glistened in the bright light. Just like Amber, the woman was soaking wet and ready for action. The man grabbed her by the hips and thrust his cock deep inside her in a single motion. The woman screamed again, audibly, and strained at her bondage, but it was obvious within seconds that she was forced into a huge orgasmic climax. Her body shook violently and...
"Amber! Do you see her!" Chad's repeated question, louder and louder, finally broke through to Amber's fevered brain.
"Ahhhh!" Amber threw her arms up and nearly fell backwards. She was so startled. "What? Oh god, no, no, I haven't even... Wait!" She looked back down into the terrifying Dungeon, willing herself to keep her eyes away from the scene of the woman on the bondage horse. Already the fat man had climaxed and withdrawn, but the woman was still writhing. Amber forced herself to look everywhere else. She saw people bound in several of the cages and stocks and pillories, looking incredibly miserable. And then her heart went cold as ice and she could barely take in the huge gasp of fear that struck at her heart. Far over to the left of the room there was a little girl bound on her hands and knees in a stockade. She was the right size to be Alicia and her little, flat-chested, naked and hairless body could easily BE Alicia. But the child's head was covered with an evil black hood that covered her face, even her eyes. The child had long blonde hair arching out of the top of the hood in a cascading ponytail. Hair just like Alicia's. "Nooooo! NO! My baby!" Amber screamed.
Amber grabbed Chad by the collar and screamed, "There, there, on the floor. I think it's her. I don't know, I'm not sure, but, oh god, I think it's her. We have to get her out of there!"
"Okay, okay," Chad said, trying to calm Amber down. "Come on, I'll take you down there and you can go in and see if it's her. But I can't go in with you - it's against the rules." He took Amber by the elbow and hurried her back in the direction they'd come, towards the spiral staircase that would lead them back down to the lower level.
They approached a door on the lower level, directly below the observation window they'd just been using. It was a broad door with no markings, but a small brass plaque read simply, "The Dungeon, 2 credits." Amber didn't care what it said. She flung the door open and launched herself into the unknown, leaving Chad behind.
Amber found herself in a dark anteroom, the only illumination being a small lamp on a podium, behind which a man in a park uniform was standing. "Hello madam!" the man said jovially. "Welcome to The Dungeon. Entrance is 2 credits. Steep, but well worth the price. We guarantee that you will achieve your deepest desires."
"Where's my daughter?!" Amber interrupted. "I have to find my daughter, please, it's an emergency! Where's the door?"
"I'm sorry, Madam," the man said patiently. "Entrance is two credits. I cannot allow you to enter without registering the appropriate payment."
"I don't have any credits, you moron. Just let me in!"
"Madam, please! I really must ask you - either show me your Platinum Pass badge to register your credits, or else please vacate yourself from the premises! You can always go upstairs and watch the proceedings for free!"
"What? Oh, why didn't you just say that? Here!" Amber held up her medallion and the man quickly scanned it.
"Thank you so..."
"Just open the god damn door!" Amber said through gritted teeth and the man leaned away from her. But he reached under his podium and pressed a button. Part of the dark wall slid to the side and Amber could see out into The Dungeon.
"Dressing and equipment rooms are to your right and should you need..." the man was saying as Amber disappeared, ignoring him, and ran out into the huge and confusing Dungeon.
Luke was in a state when he and Miki emerged back into the main area of the Platinum Palace. Now that he had Miki back in his possession, he could concentrate on finding Alicia. That is, he could concentrate on Alicia as long as kept his eyes and mind off of Miki.
After a ridiculously long wait, the man in the Meat Market had explained that the only available garment to cover up the naked Japanese teen was a cast-off men's silk dress shirt, black and slinky. Anything else would require sending someone off to the costume shop or back to intake/outtake, and that would take quite some time. So silk dress shirt it was, even though it enveloped the child down to her knees and completely covered her arms and hands with room to spare. But it was the sexiest outfit Luke had ever seen! Knowing, intimately, what Miki looked like underneath the slinky garment was not diminishing the allure. Now Luke was dragging Miki around looking so bedroom sexy that he could barely keep his hands off of her and was constantly worried about the slobbering stares she was engendering in every man who saw her. And the way she clung to him, like a timid kitten, was not making his job any easier!
Luke scanned the huge room - the main floor and the balcony level both. He couldn't see everything that was going on, but he didn't see Amber or Chad anywhere. He decided that best course of action was to head up to the observation balcony and look into the rooms one at a time. He hoped Amber was doing the same, although he shuddered to think of her reaction to what she might see. Taking Miki by the hand, Luke headed up the staircase in the nearest corner and out onto the balcony. He knew where he was, sort of. If he started around the room clockwise the first observation window he would come to would be the Pigsty. A vision of his pretty daughter wallowing in the mud as some gigantic pig-man chased her about flashed through his head and he nearly stumbled. But no, the Pigsty was all about obese people and Alicia was anything but fat. She wouldn't be in there. And the room beyond was The Toilet. It was irrational, but he couldn't bring himself to imagine his daughter in a room called The Toilet. So Luke decided to go the other way, counterclockwise around the huge room.
With Miki in tow, Luke hurried to the first observation window where a lone man in his mid forties, short and pudgy, was staring longingly down into the room just below. Luke came up next to him and joined his gaze, the gave a startled, "What the fuck! What are they... Oh, Jesus!"
"Amazing, isn't it?" the other man said with yearning in his voice. "Wouldn't you just love to go down and try it?"
"What the fuck is this room?" Luke asked, mesmerized by the horrifying sight below.
"Don't you know? It's The Dentist Office," the man said and he indicated the small plaque that corroborated his claim.
"But what are they...? What's the...? Jesus!"
Miki had also gotten a good look down into the Dentist Office and she'd let out a great squeak of terror. Now she was clutching Luke's arm and hiding her face behind his back. Somehow, acting like a timid five-year-old made her even sexier, sexy enough to draw the attention of the man away from the horrors below. His eyes flared as he took in her small form and frightened face.
"Damn, man! God what I wouldn't give to take your little doll there downstairs and strap her into one of the chairs," the man said, staring at Miki as she shrank even closer behind Luke. "But hell," he said and turned back to stare wistfully through the window, "I can't even afford the two credits to get in down there, and taking a doll would be another credit. But damn, if I just had the credits."
There were three dentist chairs in the room - all facing the observation window and reasonably close up. Beside each chair could be seen all the standard equipment of a dentist's office: a bright light on an adjustable arm, a small sink to spit in, a tray with an assortment of gleaming dental tools - and the hulking jointed arm of a dentist's drill.
Two of the chairs were occupied. In the chair on the left, a thirty-something man was strapped down firmly. All of the chairs had been modified to include leather straps along the armrests, two across the stomach and chest and one more across the forehead. The naked man looked terrified, and for good reason - a woman of about the same age, wearing nothing but a dentist's white coat and a Platinum Member's badge stood over him with a dental pick grasped in her trembling hand. She was wild-eyed with excitement. The man's mouth was forced open by an evil looking stainless steel device and even as Luke watched she started using the pick in the man's mouth. The man squirmed in his chair, unable to resist. As she worked in the man's spread-open mouth the woman became more and more excited, until she stopped for a moment to pull aside her coat and plunge her fingers into her cunt. And despite the treatment he was receiving, the man in the chair had an enormous erection.
In the chair on the right, a beautiful redheaded woman of around thirty was similarly strapped down, with her mouth spread wide. Her 'dentist' was a man in his sixties - tall and lean with a good head of nearly white hair. The redhead was trying desperately to shake her bound head back and forth and the onlookers could hear a faint "ah, ah, ah" come from her stretched mouth. The older man was approaching her with the evil drill in his hand. As he put it into her mouth she began to shake all over and the others could hear the faint whirring of the drill. Even Luke shivered at the thought of the man drilling into her teeth.
"Don't worry," the other onlooker said. "I know it looks horrible, but you can't actually do any damage with the tools down there!" Luke turned to look at him with astonishment. "They tell me it feels exactly the same as a real dentists drill, and it makes all the right noises and smells, but it doesn't actually damage the teeth. They'd never get away with actually damaging the dolls, would they?"
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Luke said as he turned back to the awful scene. The older man was using the drill on the woman with one hand, and with his other hand he was playing with her naked pussy, rapidly diddling her with two fingers. It only took a few seconds until she was straining against her straps and opening her legs to give him better access - clearly orgasmic despite the evil dental drill.
Back in the other occupied chair, the woman had also picked up the dental drill and Luke could hear it whir as she brought into the man's field of vision. He panicked and shook violently. And then the woman pulled back her coat and climbed onto the man's lap, kneeling over his torso. As she brought the drill into contact with his molars she also brought her cunt down onto his big erection and began to fuck herself with great pleasure. The man was trying to scream, but he was also thrusting his hips upwards again and again to fuck the woman.
Once again, without realizing it, Luke was lost to the sight of unbelievably strange and horrifying depravity. He could no more tear his eyes away from the terrible sights than he could keep his cock from swelling painfully in his pants. It didn't help to have the gorgeous Japanese child pressed firmly against his back, clutching him around the waist.
From the back of the room, two men in employee uniforms appeared. They were dragging a struggling, naked teenage girl between them. She was screaming and thrashing, but the two men easily dragged her to the middle dentist chair and strapped her in. Just behind the two men came yet another 'dentist,' a fifty-something man with a potbelly and far too much body hair, wearing nothing but the ubiquitous white dentist's coat.
As soon as the teen was strapped down tight the park employees disappeared into the back and the fat man got to work. He forced the mouth spreader in and cranked it wide open, straining the pretty girl's jaw. Then he took something from his little table of tools and held it up to show to her. Like the girl, Luke could see it was a pair of dental pliers and he shivered as the man reached into the girl's mouth and took ahold of one of her teeth as if he was going to extract it by sheer force. The girl screamed and the man clearly shivered with excitement.
After a few moments of tormenting the girl with the pliers, the man switched to a dental pick. The girl twitched and moaned and strained at her bonds. Then the man seemed to remember something. Luke's horrified excitement grew as he watched the man slide away a rectangular portion of the dentist chair just between the teenager's legs. He fiddled with some hidden controls and a thin metal arm rose up out of the chair - and attached to the arm was a huge black dildo. He pulled the dildo forward and nestled the thick head into the young girl's pussy. She was went wild, straining with all her might at her straps. But the man touched another control and the terrible rubber phallus pushed slowly into the girl's cunt until it was fully embedded inside her. Then the arm began to piston in and out, driven by some hidden mechanical system deep inside the chair. Truly these were the dentist chairs from hell! In seconds, the girl's eyes were rolling back in her head and she was trying to arch her back as she was fucked faster and faster by her chair. And that's when the fat man started in with the drill.
If Luke had only known that the child in the middle chair was Briana, the older sister of Alicia's friend Zoey, he might have dashed back downstairs and stormed into The Dentist's Office, intent on questioning the teen for information about what happened to his ten-year-old daughter. But as it was, seeing the girl bound into a dentist chair that could fuck her, while she was about to have her mouth invaded with dental implements was too much for him. He could no longer hold back the waves of confused, erotic emotions coursing through his brain. As he'd done at the Pigsty he dashed through the door to the side of the observation window, looking for one of the private viewing rooms. But this time he had a gorgeous thirteen-year-old sex kitten in tow. As soon as he was in the private room he swept Miki into his arms and lifted her silk shirt out of the way. She threw her arms around his neck for support as he pressed her back against the smaller viewing window. In a flash his pants and boxers were down around his ankles.
Over Miki's shoulder Luke could see the woman who was riding the man in the farthest chair, clearly having a huge orgasm even as she continued to force the drill against his teeth. The man jerked spasmodically in the chair, but still managed to fuck the woman vigorously. The tall older man had lowered his victim's chair and tilted it back so that her head was lower than her torso - and he had his cock deep down her spread-open mouth, raping her throat as she gagged and spumed. He was using the little vacuum pump that was meant for spit to suck at her spread pussy. The man was driving the woman crazy. She jerked and spasmed and her legs kicked about wildly.
Luke rammed his cock hard into Miki's tight cunt. He banged her little body against the glass over and over, unable to control his reactions to the depraved scene below. "Oh god, oh god, Jesus!" he grunted as he fucked the child's fantastic tight slit. He watched, mesmerized, as the teenager in the middle chair was driven to a wild, unwanted orgasm by the dildo in her cunt and the dentist drill torturing her teeth. Luke was horrified with himself for being so turned on by the terrible show, but he couldn't stop himself. And Miki's little squeaks of pleasure with every thrust of his big cock made it all the more exciting. Very soon she was gasping and gripping mindlessly at his shirt with her little hands as her orgasm dominated her small body and young mind. Despite the overall intensity of the moment Luke had real lasting power and he fucked the submissive child for a long, long time before he finally filled her small womb with his hot seed.
Amber ran out into the big room that was The Dungeon. It was liking running out into someone's version of hell. From the observation level she hadn't realized how much was really going on down here, with people in cages and bound to all manor of terrifying devices everywhere she looked. And then there were the people who weren't bound, some with Platinum Pass badges and some without, who were doing evil and depraved things to the others. She saw whips and handcuffs and a man leering over a bound young woman with a huge dildo in his upraised hand, laughing maniacally. It was all almost too much for her.
But she remembered what she'd seen from up above - a little girl with long blonde hair, just like her precious Alicia, bound into some kind of horrible contraption and wearing a hood over her face. She just hoped she wasn't too late, that one of these terrible, frightening people hadn't already taken advantage of her innocent baby! She rushed off to the left, dodging around an occupied bondage horse and then around a couple of men who were suspended on a tall metal frame - one right side up hanging by his wrists and the other upside down handing by his ankles. Even as she passed by, two women in diaphanous gowns were giggling and swinging the bound men so that they kept bumping into one another - face to genitals. Amber shivered and hurried on past them. She rounded two stainless steel cages that each had two people crammed into a space hardly big enough for one and the moans of the caged, naked people were terrible. But then she had a straight shot at her goal: the little girl on her hands and knees.
The child was just the right size and shape to be Alicia! Amber felt her first flush of hope. But the stockade the girl was bound into was horrifying to Amber and she couldn't stand the idea of her little baby constricted so cruelly. The girl's ankles and wrists were locked into cuffs at the four corners of the device, with her legs spread wide - and a bar of shining steel came up from the floor, connected to an evil collar that went around the child's neck. She was completely immobilized. And she was incredibly vulnerable. Perhaps the worst thing of all was the tight leather hood that completely encased the child's head. How could anyone have done such a terrible thing to Amber's sweet child?!
As she came close, Amber could see that the child's eyes were covered by a separate leather blindfold. The only part of her face that wasn't covered by the hood was her lips and mouth - but she had a large black ballgag strapped firmly in place. A thin line of drool was escaping past the gag and dripping to the floor. And the child's long blonde hair came out of the hood near the top of her head, to cascade down around her face.
Amber finally got to her goal and knelt in front of the little girl, only to be instantly frustrated. "Ally, Ally!" she cried out, but the little girl could do no more than moan through her nasty gag. Amber wanted to tear her out of the awful stockade, but she immediately saw that all of the cuffs and the collar were locked in place with small padlocks. Even the hood around her head and the gag in her mouth were locked in place! Amber screamed with frustration. She'd never felt so helpless. The only thing she could find to do was to unbuckle the blindfold that covered her baby's eyes. She desperately wanted her baby to know she had found her, that she was there to help her and get her out of this horrible place. Her fingers trembled as she worked at the tight leather. She had to force herself to work slowly. Why were there so many buckles?!
Finally the blindfold gave way! A pair of terrified, pleading blue eyes looked back at her.
"Nooooo!" Amber cried out.
It wasn't the beautiful green eyes of her precious Alicia, eyes so much like her own, that were staring back at her. It was some other little girl!
And now she saw it, of course. The girl was a little too thin. Her hair wasn't quite the right color of blonde. Her fingernails were painted the wrong color. Amber had just wanted to know that she'd found her little girl so badly! But this was never her Alicia.
Amber stared into the frightened blue eyes that stared back at her. She knew those eyes! Oh god, no, it can't be! But it was. She knew the little girl - she was Alicia's friend: Zoey! The shock of recognition made her feel faint.
"So, I see you like little girls!" a sharp and husky voice said from behind Amber. She started badly and nearly fell over. She spun around and landed on her butt, where she stared up at a mesmerizing creature. She gasped and scooted back, only to bump up against the side of Zoey's bound form. "That's very naughty!" the person said, leaning closer. "Did you come here to be a naughty girl, chéri?"
The speaker, who towered over poor confused Amber, was striking. He, no wait - maybe it was she - or maybe it was a he after all - was wearing a well-tailored pin-striped suit of dark blue, with a white shirt and a striking red tie. His/her shoes were polished to a high shine and his/her hair was perfectly cut, parted on one side and about three inches long. The whole form was strikingly powerful, confident and virile - but the face was confusing, the face was pretty, no - beautiful. The face was feminine. It was a woman, a woman tricked out as a man and a vigorous man at that. And he/she (Amber couldn't get over her confusion that fast) was definitely not wearing a Platinum Member's badge.
"Oh, I don't, I didn't, I mean, oh god!" Amber blubbered, unable to get her thoughts or words under control.
The powerful woman grasped Amber by one wrist and pulled her to her feet with apparent ease. Then the woman stepped close to Amber, invading her space. Although the woman had seemed so large and masculine, in fact she and Amber were almost exactly the same height. The woman's eyes locked onto Amber's - demanding her full attention. "Welcome to The Dungeon! I am here to help you, to assure you realize your desires, chéri. So, why did you come, little one? Are you sub or dom?" she growled at Amber, with their faces just inches apart. Then the frightening woman leaned back and looked Amber over like she was getting ready to eat her.
"What? I, I don't under..." Amber stuttered.
"No, no, don't tell me! Claude knows, Claude can tell!" the woman said. She stepped closer again and Amber squeaked and stepped back. As the woman spoke, they continued this dance, Amber backing up and the woman advancing. "You're one of the naughty ones! I can see it all over your face. You want to be punished for your naughty ways! Don't you?! Yes, I can smell your need - you reek of it - so guilty and wicked and desperate to be cleansed."
"What? What, no, no, please, OH!" Amber backed up, her trepidation growing with each step. She was so confused and couldn't understand the rapidly increasing fire that was blooming between her legs. The woman was so pretty and so virile at the same time. When Amber backed into something and could no longer retreat, the woman, Claude, took advantage and stepped right into her, grabbed both of her wrists and pressed herself against Amber's chest. The woman kissed her! Amber's eyes flared in surprise but she couldn't force herself to fight against the sexual advance. It was so wrong! Amber felt like she was melting - she was on fire - she was overwhelmed. She suddenly realized she was kissing Claude back, even as Claude lifted her hands above her head and pressed tighter against her heaving chest. Claude's knee found its way between Amber legs and the pressure there was exhilarating. Amber couldn't move in the woman's powerful grip and presence and all she could get herself to do was kiss the woman back with a passion she didn't know existed. She was kissing a woman!
Claude finally stopped kissing Amber, but she still pressed into her and she moved her head to nuzzle Amber's neck and nibbled playfully at her ear. "Oh, mon petit chéri," she growled, "you will enjoy being punished! It will be a pleasure for Claude to see to your needs personally!" With no warning, she let go of Amber and stepped back.
"What?" Amber said, gasping at the sudden change. Then Amber realized something terrifying. Her wrists, far above her head, were bound to something. She couldn't move them! She looked about wildly, twisting her body, to see that she had been pushed up against one of the big wooden X's and now her wrists were tightly bound. Helplessness swept over her mind and she began to panic. "Oh god, oh god, what have you done? Please, let me go!"
Claude stepped close to Amber again, close enough to rub up against her chest to chest. "Oh no, my little pet. That I cannot do. It is so clear that you want to be punished." Claude whispered into Amber's ear, nuzzling her neck again, and as she did she was also unbuttoning the front of Amber's blouse, then pushing up her bra to reveal her lovely, sizable breasts.
"Oh, god, god!" Amber cried out as the other woman tweaked her nipples painfully and brought them to even harder little points. She could barely breathe. Everything the woman did to her made her crazy with desire. She was so ashamed of herself, but she couldn't deny the incredible feelings - accentuated by her bondage. "What are you...? OH! Oh god!" she moaned. Claude's fingers slipped into Amber's pussy and proved, from her wetness, just how completely aroused she was. "No, no, there's a mistake. I - I'm a Platinum Pass member - see, see my badge!"
"Of course you are a Member, my kitten!" Claude growled into Amber's ear and continued to molest her. "Only a Member could receive such personal service. Every Member must have her deepest desires fulfilled. I must punish you, mon chéri!"
"What? No! No! Ohhhh! How do you do that? OHH!"
"You must tell Claude! You must tell me, kitten. What have you done?" Claude's tongue rasped the side of Amber's neck as she whispered. One hand tortured Amber's nipples and the other did amazing, surprising things in and around her swollen cunt. Amber shivered from toe to head, already close to orgasm. "What have you done, chéri, to need SO much to be punished?! Tell me! Tell me now, little kitten. Tell Claude what you have done!"
"Oh god, oh god, I lost her. I lost by baby! Oh god, I let her go off without me and now she's lost and she may be in this awful place." Amber's guilt poured out of her. She couldn't stop it.
"Your baby, chéri? Tell Claude - tell me the truth."
"Alicia! Alicia! My baby, she's only ten! I wanted to keep shopping. I let her go and she disappeared. It's all my fault."
"This is very bad, kitten. This is a very bad thing. You will need to be punished very hard, chéri! Are you ready to be punished?" Claude's fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, teasing Amber to the very, very edge of orgasm but never quite pushing her over the edge. It was the most horrible torture Amber could imagine.
"Yes, yes, I'm ready!" Amber said.
"Ready for what, little kitten? What do you want - you naughty, naughty kitten? Tell me!"
"Oh god, please, please, punish me!!"
"Yes!" Claude said and she stepped away from Amber.
"Noooo! Oh god, please!" Amber begged. She pulled at the cuffs binding her wrists to the cross. She thrashed about and for the first time realized her capris and panties were down around her ankles. Her blouse was open and pushed aside. Amber was all but naked. She blanched as she thought of the people all around her and the people up on the observation level, peering down at her through the big window. Was Chad up there? She blushed crimson. Was Luke up there?! Did they see how much she wanted Claude to come back and touch her again?
Luke stumbled out of the private viewing room with Miki following close on his heels. He was a bit disheveled and Miki had the haunted look of a girl who still hadn't completely come down from the high of a tremendous orgasm. Luke carefully avoided looking back into the Dentist Office for fear he would be drawn again into the horrifying depravity of it all.
Jesus, Luke thought, I've got to stay on track! That could have been Alicia down there in one of those evil chairs. Jesus.
The question was how to proceed in finding his little daughter. He realized that he had no idea where Amber and Chad might already have looked for her, only that they hadn't called or texted yet. He sent a text to Amber, asking where they had looked, but he received no reply. When he tried calling Amber, her phone went straight to voicemail. Frustrated, he scanned the inside of the big building and tried to decide what to do next. On the far side of the room he saw that a crowd was forming around one of the observation windows - the first window on the next wall over from the Strip Club. And then he saw a tall, thin figure on the edge of the crowd and realized he was looking at Chad.
"Come on, Miki!" Chad said. He grabbed the child by her small hand and started around the balcony, past the stairs, the Pigsty and onwards.
"Yes Master!" Miki cried as she ran, barefoot, to keep up with him.
Sudden terror and regret ripped through Amber's body and she yanked at her bonds with all of her strength. "No, no," she cried, "I didn't mean it, please don't, let me go! Please...."
It was the last word Amber could manage as someone pushed a bulbous rubber gag into her mouth, completely cutting off her voice and her breathing. The lips that moments before had trembled at the erotic kisses of Claude, were now stretched tight around the monster gag. And worse, the bulb of the gag was attached to a large black phallus that stuck out from Amber's face. Her eyes crossed painfully as she tried to focus on the nasty dildo. She felt the straps of the horrifying device pulled tight around her neck, but she couldn't see who was responsible. Raising her head was difficult with the considerable weight of the evil gag. But once she did, Amber saw Claude standing a few feet away, with a smile that gave her a terrible chill.
Amber was startled further when her wrists were suddenly released from the cross. She pitched forward and immediately got tripped up by her own slacks and panties, sending her tumbling to her hands and knees. Her first thought was to tear at her humiliating and scary gag, but before she could do anything she felt the hot sting of a lash caress her bare ass. In her reaction to the pain she bit down on the big bulb in her mouth and she saw a small jet of creamy liquid shoot out the end of the big cock that jutted out in front of her face. The sight nearly paralyzed her with fear. But then a second hot bite from the lash in Claude's hand got her moving forward, on her hands and knees - anything to try to escape the horrible sting.
It was extremely difficult to crawl forward with her Capris and panties still bunched up around her ankles. Amber kicked out frantically, throwing off her shoes and trying to get out of the restricting clothing even as she was stung on her bare ass again. She craned her neck to see Claude smile at her wickedly, then blow her a kiss. She finally got the slacks and then the panties off of her left leg, giving her some more maneuverability, but the second she tried to rise off of her hands and knees the lash bit into her tender ass again. Amber's entire body spasmed at the painful sting and another spurt of creamy liquid spat from the end of the dildo. How did the woman do that - inflict such a sharp sting with that little lash?
Amber crawled forward as fast as she could, trying to avoid the horrible stings on her ass and the backs of her legs. It was clear in seconds that she was being herded where Claude wanted her to go, but she had no choice. She couldn't get to her feet; she couldn't roll over to protect herself. All she could do was head wherever Claude wanted her to go and hope to avoid any more of the horrible stinging lashes. She crawled and crawled, around cages filled with gawking, naked prisoners, past stocks holding captives and people stretched on giant Xs. If she shrank back from any of the horrible sights, or paused in any way, Claude whipped her again, on her inner thighs, on the tender sides of her exposed breast - even on the soles of her feet. It was torture. It was punishment!
And then, finally, Amber crawled around the corner of a medieval rack and out into the very center of the gigantic Dungeon. And there was the same little girl, Zoey, still wearing the evil leather hood and nothing else. She was bound to a small, very low platform on her back. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent and tied. Amber was whipped one more time and forced to crawl right up onto the platform between the tiny child's legs. Amber looked at Zoey and saw the terrified eyes that peeked out from the hood. The ten-year-old shook her head back and forth, desperately, as if to say, 'no, no, please!'
Claude's silky voice was in Amber's ear. "Ah, yes, chéri, now it is time for your punishment! Fuck the child, my little kitten. Fuck her, now! There is nothing she can do to stop you. It is your duty - your punishment - your penance. Fuck her!"
Amber felt another incredibly painful stinging, on her sex and she spasmed as a jet of fluid streaked out of the dildo and landed on the little child's stomach. She knew she couldn't take another sting from the lash like that. She just couldn't. And the little girl's pussy was right there. It was glistening with wetness - spread out and vulnerable and ready to be taken. And it was so beautiful. Another sting against the back of her leg finished Amber. She tried to scream around the huge gag and then she bent her head to put the tip of the big phallus at the child's pussy, swirling it around to get it seated.
"Now, chéri, now!" Claude shouted down at her from on high. "Fuck her!"
With a quick scoot forward, Amber grabbed the little girl's hips and then shoved her face forward, impaling the child on the thick dildo. Zoey's back arched and she tried to scream around her own gag. Amber paused, terrified that she'd hurt the child too severely, but another stinging lash across her ass got her moving at once. She bobbed her head forward and back, faster and faster, and she fucked her daughter's little friend with the dildo that jutted out from her face.
Over and over, Amber rammed the dildo home. Her nose pushed up against the child's sex, filling Amber's nostrils with the aroma of her arousal and fear. And even as she raped the poor little thing, Claude was there, again, in her ear.
"Yes, yes, my kitten," Claude said. "And with every thrust of your vicious cock you must think, mon chéri! You must think - this could be MY little girl here on the floor, being raped and defiled by some crazy person. This could be my baby, my sweet little daughter, suffering and crying and screaming as she is raped over and over."
Claude's words tore through Amber. This was her true punishment! Being reminded of her baby - her Alicias - the child she had allowed to go off into the crowd without her. It was agony.
But Claude was far from done punishing Amber. Her hand slipped between Amber's legs and she found Amber's sopping wet cunt. With two finger, then three, she expertly finger-fucked Amber. It was the ultimate violation and humiliation and Amber's body responded immediately. She came. She came incredibly hard - a ferocious, overwhelming orgasm that suffused her whole body.
"Now, chéri! Bite the gag. Fill the little child with cum. Do it, now!"
Amber understood at once. The huge bulb in her mouth was filled with something and by biting down on it, hard, she could ejaculate into the little girl and complete her defilement. She could fill the little girl's pussy with the nasty liquid. And she did. Again and again. As her orgasm spasmed through her body her mind wanted nothing more than to fuck the little girl and fill her with cum!
"Don't you wish it was your own little baby down there, kitten? Yes, yes, I know you wish it was your own Alicia that you were filling with horse cum." Claude said into Amber's ear. "So much cum from the big stallions. Fuck her, fuck your baby and fill her with the horse cum, mon chéri!"
Horse cum! Oh god. Amber was raping Zoey and ejaculating huge quantities of horse cum into her poor little defiled body. Horse cum! And worse, Amber really did wish it was Alicia, there on the floor, bound and fucked and ultimately defiled as Amber rode the orgasm that Claude kept going and going. Guilt and humiliation and ecstasy all mixed in her brain and Amber nearly passed out from the overload.
Finally the evil penis/gag was empty. Amber's jaw was sore from biting the big bulb and she could feel how much lighter it was. God only knew how much of the nasty horse cum she'd rammed up into the bound child. Claude released her pussy and she fell backwards, exhausted. Amber rolled onto her back and looked up into the face of Claude, who smirked down at her.
"My kitten, my kitten, my sweet, sweet kitten," Claude said gently as she knelt beside Amber and reached around to unbuckle the awful gag. She pulled it from Amber's aching jaw and she leaned in to give Amber the gentlest of kisses. "You were so wonderful, chéri. You took your punishment so well. Claude is so proud of you. Was it everything you ever dreamed of my love, my kitten, my sweet chéri?"
"I, I, oh god, I..." was all Amber could say.
"Ssshhh! Chéri. It is almost done. You are so brave. My brave little kitten. It is almost over."
"Over?" was all Amber managed to say before her arms and legs were pulled out to the sides by unseen people and Claude's evil grin receded upwards. She struggled, but to no avail. And then, to her horror, the little girl she had just fucked appeared in front of her. She cringed in fear as Zoey knelt and straddled her face. She was in shock - the little girl's dripping pussy was pressed to her lips and she gripped Amber's head between her knees.
"Lick her, mon cherie!" Claude said loudly. "Clean her! Remove the defiling, nasty horse cum that you inflicted on the poor, defenseless little child!"
Amber couldn't believe this. It was too much. But then she felt the horrible sting of the lash - on her sex! Then again. It was horrible. The pain was too great. She would do anything. She would even suck the horse cum from the cunt of a small child - the very cum she had put there herself. Her mouth opened and her tongue came out and she lapped at the Zoey's tight little slit with everything she had. The terrible horse cum was vile, but she swallowed it, gulp after gulp as it flowed down from deep inside the small girl's womb. And Zoey shivered in orgasm on Amber's tongue. She ground her pussy into Amber's mouth and nose, unable to resist the urge to ride her orgasm hard against the face of her tormentor.
The horse cum continued to flow into Amber's mouth and down her throat. And then, the final humiliation, she felt Claude once again expertly fingering her abused cunt. The woman was a genius, a madman and a devil. How could she bring Amber to the edge of ecstasy again so quickly? Amber thrashed with desire. She redoubled her efforts to eat out the small girl sitting on her face. More and more of the acrid horse cum was forced down her throat. Her whole body spasmed on the floor. And then she came, fully, gloriously and beyond anything she could ever have imagined.
Luke was stunned at the vision of his wife, down in the Dungeon. Everyone in the considerable crowd of onlookers had seen his wife raping the little girl. Everyone had seen her orgasmic pleasure at the pain and the humiliation and the rape. Everyone had heard Claude declaring, victoriously that it was horse cum Amber was enthusiastically sucking out of the little child's cunt.
Despite his shock, Luke was rock hard in his pants, yet again.
And he was no closer to finding his precious ten-year-old Alicia.
