Virgin On Order – by Kolt48

Adult story: Virgin On Order – by Kolt48. Eighteen year old high school girl gets duped by her friend and turned over to an oegy of abuse. Rob was doing well. He was making a killing off the drug trade, yet he always wanted more. A well paying group form the Cartel was coming in, and he needed to impress them.

Adult story: Virgin On Order – Chapter 1

by Kolt48

Genres: Fiction, Bondage and restriction, Drug, Enema, Non-consensual sex, Teen

“What do I need to do to impress these men? How do you impress men that have everything” he asked his friend.

“What impresses all rich men, Rob? Pussy,” he friend remarked.

“Pussy?’ Rob replied, ‘You mean Whores? Get them some whores?”

“No, Rob. Rich men can always get whores. What’s harder to find is young, untouched, pussy. Ahh, the Crim De la Crim.”

“Billy, you’re a fucking genius. But where do I find a young virgin eager to give it away in this town?”

“Eager? Where’s the fun in that? You need to think like a gangster, Rob. They want something young to violate, humiliate, make them feel powerful.”

“I like where your going, Billy. Anything evil you want to share running through that mind of yours?”

“Well, you know, we deal a lot of product through the high schools; I’m sure if we put the right pressure on someone, they will be more than willing to give up a virgin for the cause.”

“Well, in that case, Billy, I’ve got a job for you,” Rob replied.

“We’ll get right on it, Boss Man,” he said with a laugh.

Just a few days later, Billy got a call: “We found a girl. She claims her friend is a virgin for sure. We can put some pressure on her, if needed.”

“Great, get her to send you a picture and forward it to me first.”

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll get right back to you, Billy.”

The phone went silent, then, not five minutes later a photo popped up.

Billy got hard staring at the picture. It was of a high school girl, leaning against an oak tree. She had soft flowing light brown hair. It was straight and ran down past her shoulders,with long bangs almost over her eyes. Her eyes and smile was what got him. It was an innocent, giggly smile, large and wide, beneath cute squinting dark eyes. She wore a white blouse, with just a glimpse of a youthful pert set of breasts. One foot was braced against the tree, knee up. A dark pair of tight jeans hugged her youthful frame. The photo screamed innocence.

“Make it happen,” he texted back. “Have her bring the girl to our club, Friday, then leave when I say.”

He showed the photo to Rob.

“Damn, I’m gonna want to fuck that,” Rod said.

“Well, you better not, at first,’ Billy mentioned, ‘But come to the club with me Friday. We can play with her some; You know…Get her ready. I have a plan for that too.”

Rob swing his arm around his buddy, “You know; The world’s gonna be ours someday, Billy.”

Later, at the club, Rob and Billy watched the two walk in.

“There they are,” Billy pointed.

A silly, slightly overweight blond walked in. She was holding hands with another girl. ‘Even better than the photo,’ Rob mused. The girl’s flowing hair almost matched the color of her beige Capri pants. The pants hugged a perfectly tight, rounded little ass. Her blouse was a brownish orange with a ‘V’ neck. It clung to an exquisite set of youthful breasts. A little creamy cleavage was just visible; Teasing to the lustful eye. The men undressed her with their eyes. She seemed hesitant as they approached their booth.

“Come, let me introduce you to Rob and Billy,” her friend said.

Julie pulled her aside; “Bridget, they look old enough to be your father,” she scolded.

“Oh Julie, don’t worry. We don’t have to hang with them all night. They can buy us drinks, and we won’t get carded.”

“Bridget, aren’t you the tease,” she giggled.

The club was loud. They had to almost scream to make their introductions. The men quickly ordered them drinks after they sat down.

“You’re a beautiful young girl, Julie,” the one called Rob said, brushing his hand over hers.

“Thank you,” she blushed, quickly drawing her hand away and taking a large gulp of her drink. She coughed at the strong burn of the alcohol.

“You ok, Sweetie,” he said running his fingers through her soft hair.

“Sorry,’ she said, ‘This one is strong. I’m not used to it. I don’t drink much.”

Bridget laughed; “It takes her awhile to loosen up.”

“Tell you what; Why don’t you girls go dance, and I’ll order you something a little sweeter, Darling.”

“Thank you,” Julie said, taking Bridget’s hand and quickly pulling her up to the dance floor.

“Bridget, those guys give me the creeps. He keeps putting his hands on me,” she said.

“Their harmless,” Bridget explained. She knew better, but had been warned to follow the plan. You don’t cross these people. “Their just men being men, Silly. Ignore it, just dance and have a good time. The attention should feel good. I never get come on to like that.”

“Aww, Bridget, you’re beautiful too.”

“Then come on, lets tease them some,” Bridget giggled. She pulled Julie close and began dirty dancing with her, knowing the men’s eyes would never stray from their target. In away she felt good that it was Julie they wanted and not her. She dared think of their plans. Billy had palmed her some blow earlier, and she intended to stray to the bathroom soon to ease her mind.

Julie laughed as her friend mockingly ran her hands over her, cupping her bottom and pulling her close. The dance floor was packed, and they constantly brushed up against other bodies. Suddenly something sharp stung her ass.

“Ah, Shit!” Julie cried reaching back to rub at her hip and glancing in all directions.

“What’s the matter,” Bridget asked.

“Something fucking stung me.”

“What? On the dance floor?”

“Yes,’ Julie replied, rubbing her ass, ‘It hurt.”

“Let’s go to the bathroom and have a look,” Bridget said.

Once in the restroom, the two girls crowed into a stall.

“I feel silly doing this,” Julie remarked drawing her Capri’s down for Bridget to look at her ass.

“They will just think we are have wild lesbian sex in here, Lover,” Bridget laughed back. “You do have a nice ass.”

“Oh, hush, Bridget. Do you see anything?”

“It is kinda red, but looks ok. You are not allergic to anything are you?”

“Like bees? No. It is starting to feel better already. Just a little warm. Let’s go, I can use another drink. We stay in this stall too long and people will talk.”

“What, no kiss? You’re just going to show me your ass with no kiss?” Bridget teased. “Tell you what. You run along first, I’ll be along in a minute. We can’t be seen leaving at the same time and I need to pee.”

“Ok, but don’t be too long, those old men make me nervous,” Julie said rushing out.

Bridget drew a sigh of relief and fished out her packet and mirror. ‘Finally, a few lines. That’s all I need,’ she told herself.

Upon leaving the restroom, Julie was feeling a lot better; Much more relaxed than before. She caught herself just standing there staring at the blinking lights and dancing bodies in awe. Her thoughts were interrupted by Rob.

“Hey, there you are, Beautiful. Where is your friend?”

“She’s still in the bathroom,” Julie replied.

“Then let’s dance, Sweetheart,” he said, taking her hand and pulling her to the floor. He gave her no option, so she took has hand and followed.

Julie had forgotten about her fear of these men. The music and the attention felt good. She tossed her hair back and went with the flow, giggling like a little girl.

Bridget went back to the booth to find only Billy.

“Where is Julie?” she asked.

“Come here,” Billy said patting the seat beside him, ‘Sit down. They’re out there, dancing.”

Hesitantly she sat next to the man. He wrapped his arms around her shoulder and cupped a large breast. She knew better to resist.

“Look at them, Aren’t they arousing?” he asked.

Bridget couldn’t believe her eyes. Her virgin friend was all over the man. Her arms were wrapped around him, slow dancing, and looking up dreamily into his eyes. His hands were cupping her Capri’s, his fingers digging in to her ass and pulling her into his crotch.

Billy took Bridget’s hand and drew it to his own crotch. She discovered that his shaft had been freed and her small hands were forced around its heated length.

“Stroke me for awhile, Girl, then I want you under the table sucking my cock. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir,’ Bridget answered, ‘Can I have more Coke?’

“Yes, Bridget, all you want.”

On the dance floor, Rob had the drugged seventeen year old in his hands. Her beautiful squinting eyes looked up at him. He drew the hair from her face. “Kiss me, Sweetheart,” he spoke. Julie was unsure why but she lifted up and placed her lips on his. The man was old enough to be her father, but she did not care. His strong arms felt warm, comforting in her fogged mind. The kiss was deep and powerful; It made her body yearn for more. She had never felt this kind of tingeing inside. His hand moved from its grip on her Capri’s to the small of her soft back. She shivered as it slipped lower, sliding beneath the waistband, under her panties to cup the naked cheeks of her firm ass. He was much taller than her. The large hand dug deeper, lifting her up by the firm cup of her ass. It wormed its way lower as his kisses increased. He sucked in the breath of her short gasps. There on the dance floor, his hand was reaching inside her pants, feeling the dampness of her virgin sex below.

“You’re a hot little girl,’ he told her, ‘I can feel your moist cunt. You’re going to be so fun to play with. Come now, Let’s get you back to the dark table, where we can be more free with your body.” His hand pulled from her Capri’s and he slapped her on the ass. She rubbed at the sting, wondering just how much more free he could be.

Julie traveled in a daze back to the booth, Rob helping her along the way. He pushed her into the seat next to Billy. The man had a strange pleasurable look on his face. Rob sat close on her other side, squeezing her between the two men. His arm went over her shoulder casually shifting his hand to her right breast.

“W…Where is Bridget,” Julie weakly asked.

“See for yourself, Darling,” Billy said, moving his hand aside and shifting the table back.

The virgin gasped in shock. Her friend was on her knees under the table, one hand was on the man’s cock, stroking it into her soft lips.

“B…Bridget,” she choked out.

“Shh, Don’t bother her. Let her work,’ Rob replied. ‘Have you never seen a cock sucked before, Julie?”

“N…No,’ she stammered, ‘I never…”

“Look at it, Look how she works it in her mouth, getting it all wet and shimmering,” he said. While he talked his hand worked into the neck of her dress, slipping beneath her bra to feel a naked breast. The little breast was soft and hard; Her tiny nipple stiff and erect with arousal. Rob toyed at it with his fingers. Her small chest rose with pleasure.

Julie knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t draw her eyes away from the scene. It was the first cock she had ever seen. It made the heat rise in her loins.

“You like watching, Don’t you Julie?” Rob said. With his other hand he began to release the snap of her Capri’s.

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