It was a hot summer day at the orphanage and as always Ms. Johnson refused to touch the thermostat so the children found refuge in the pool or in the shade provided by the trees. There were about 70 kids in all at the Johnson Manor for Children. They ranged from infants abandoned on the door step to kids finally leaving the mansion and starting lives at 18.
Tiffany Cardwell was sitting in the grassy front yard and was staring at the clouds. Her birthday would be tomorrow and she would turn 16, although she already had the figure of a twenty year old, the cup size, and the attitude to boot. She wore skinny jeans and a plain T-shirt without a bra despite how much Ms. Johnson scolded her about it.
As Tiffany wondered if that cloud looked more like a potato chip or a car, a green GTO drove up front driveway. Parking her car a woman got out wearing a red dress and high heels. Sitting up Tiffany watched as the woman strode into the mansion radiating confidence.
Wanting to see what the lady was doing here, Tiffany ran up to the side of the mansion and climbed the vine strangled gutter pipe. At the top Tiffany hopped off the pipe and landed on Ms. Johnson’s terrace which was right outside her room/office.
Tiffany often came here to watch jack off as she watched Ms. Johnson masturbated, or pulled out a strap-on to fuck a maid or a female teenager about to leave the orphanage. Tiffany only needed to wait a few seconds before a maid ushered the authority ordering woman into the bedroom.
Without being asked the white woman sat down in front of the crabby Ms. Johnson.
“I’m interested in adopting a child, my name is Sarah Winsor and here are my credentials.” Sarah said sliding a document across the table.
After taking a minute to examine the papers, Ms. Johnson broke out into her famous 50 year old smile that just lit up the room with happiness and joy (sarcasm).
“Very good, would you like to take a look at the nursery room?” Ms. Johnson asked.
“Actually I’m looking for a child at least 13 and up and she has to be a female” Sarah explained what she was searching for.
“Ahhh okay. Well here are teenage females.” Ms. Johnson said after searching for a minute through her file cabinet.
She handed the younger woman, what looked like from Tiffany’s perspective, 12 portfolios. While going through it she paused of 6th document studying it intently.
“Is this document accurate?” Sarah asked.
“I’m afraid so” Ms. Johnson frowned “She was dropped off here at the age of 4 and remembers nothing of her parents.”
“Can I speak with her?” Sarah asked, but Tiffany was already sliding down the gutter and running towards the front steps.
Tiffany nearly collided with Ms. Johnson 2nd in charge, Erica, when she opened the door.
“Oh good there you are sweetie, Ms. Johnson wants to see you.” The young white woman relayed.
“Okay” Tiffany replied trying not to show she was out of breath.
Hands shaking Tiffany walked upstairs and knocked three times on Ms. Johnson’s door. “Come in!” Tiffany heard Ms. Johnson’s whip like voice and tone. Walking Tiffany closed the door behind her and stopped 5 and ¾ feet from Ms. Johnson. Sarah stared at Tiffany as if she was a piece of meat on a slab, her eyes undressing her. Snapping her gaze away from Tiffany’s C-cups Sarah turned back to Ms. Johnson.
“Why don’t you introduce me to the young lady?” Sarah asked.
“Certainly Ms. Winsor, Tiffany the lady in front of you is Ms. Sarah Winsor an owner of a business dealing with trade. Ms. Winsor this is Tiffany a child living here.”
“Nice to meet you Ms. Winsor” Tiffany said standing at parade rest.
“Please don’t call me Ms. It makes me feel older than I really am.” Sarah smiled.
“Ms. W- uh I mean Sarah here wants to talk about adopting you after she spends some time with you outside the orphanage.” Ms. Johnson said.
“Sounds great and I can’t wait.” Tiffany said unable to contain her smile at the hope of finally leaving the manor with a parent.
“Good. Meet me by my car in 5 minutes, don’t worry Ms. Johnson I’ll have her back by 9.”
Taking this as a dismissal Tiffany calmly walked out the room, but once she was out she sprinted down the hallway and then down the main steps through the foyer and did a cartwheel off the patio and into the sunlight.
Turns out Tiffany only had to wait 2 minutes before Sarah came striding out the front door at slow by meaningful pace. Gesturing toward the car Tiffany got in almost jumped back out as she touched the metal seat belt. Strapping in Sarah got in a turned on some “cruising music” as she called it, which was quite simply some soft rock.
“Its pretty hot out here, how about some ice cream?” Sarah asked pulling off.
“Sure thing.” Tiffany smiled.
It was a relatively quick trip as Tiffany asked unimportant questions such as “what’s your favorite color?” and Sarah answered. Pulling into the ice-cream parlor parking lot the 2 girls exited the car laughing. When they got in Tiffany ordered a vanilla sundae with strawberries and Sarah order a chocolate sundae with sprinkles.
“So what brings you to this small town?” Tiffany asked.
“I’m looking for a child to adopt, but since all my friends told me how stressful it is to raise a baby I decided to just get a teenager.” Sarah explained.
“Why can’t you just have a baby by yourself?” Tiffany asked curiously.
“I’ll show you why later” Sarah said smiling.
After they finished their Sundaes they walked over to the arcade across the street where Tiffany schooled Sarah in a fighting game.
“I’ll show you how to play” Tiffany said after she won for the umpteenth time.
Getting behind Sarah Tiffany wrapped her arms around her and placed her hands on top of the older woman’s hands. Slowly Tiffany took Sarah through basic training her face deep in Sarah’s back because it smelled like a garden of flowers. Before Tiffany knew it she was hard at a full 7 inches and was slowly humping against Sarah who was laser focused on the game.
Tiffany could feel precum dribbling down her leg as she moved back once Sarah beat the final boss. Leaving the arcade Tiffany walked behind the flamboyant Sarah so the older woman wouldn’t notice the plain outline of her stiffy against her skinny jeans.
Strapping in they pulled off again, this time Sarah took them to the river just as the sun was going down silhouetting the city on the other side of the river in a brilliant orange golden hue. They sat in the car and watched the sunset together while eating candy.
Suddenly Tiffany felt Sarah’s hand on her leg, but she just assumed it was Sarah trying to make an emotional connection. However as the hand moved further towards Tiffany’s crotch she began to feel uncomfortable. When Sarah hand came to a stop directly on top of Tiffany’s cock, Tiffany remembered Sarah knew what she had underneath her pants. They sat there for a while with Sarah’s hand on Tiffany crotch and Tiffany fidgeting nervously.
Then Sarah simply removed her hand, much to Tiffany’s surprise/confusion/ disappointment.
“Do you remember when I told you I would show you why I couldn’t have children?” Sarah suddenly asked.
“Y-Yes.” Tiffany stuttered.
“Well this is why.” With that Sarah freed her limp cock from underneath her dress and let it fall against the steering wheel “Who would want to have sex with me?”
Tiffany’s jaw dropped as she stared at the older woman’s cock. After a minute she managed to articulate words again.
“You have a penis?” Tiffany questioned.
“Yes and so do you.” Sarah answered.
Tiffany closed her mouth again and with a shaking hand she reached out and touched the head causing Sarah to groan.
“Here is what’s going to happen.” Sarah said “You have 2 choices, you can stay at that orphanage until you graduate from high school or you can come with me which will open up a world filled with possibilities you never knew existed.”
Tiffany thought over this with an intense look on her face. Getting out the car Sarah sat on the hood of her Mustang, Tiffany followed soon after. After a while Sarah sighed explosively and got on her knees in front of Tiffany.
“What are you doing?” Tiffany inquired to the kneeling woman.
“I’m hastening your decision” Sarah shot back.
Tugging on Tiffany’s zipper Sarah managed to get it free and was slapped in the face by Tiffany’s cock. Wasting no time Sarah went to work blowing the now groaning teenager. Sarah easily took Tiffany’s cock all the way down her throat licking it all the way. Then she pulled back as the inexperienced and over stimulated girl climaxed. Wiping the cum off her face Sarah tasted Tiffany’s cum and smiled at the sweet taste.
Standing up Sarah captured Tiffany’s lip and pushed her onto the hood of the car in a fierce wrestling match. Pulling back Sarah stood up and hiked up her dress, used her front fender as a stepping stool and lowered herself directly on top of Tiffany. With the woman bouncing up and down on her cock Tiffany was in heaven, her heart was in her throat and everything just felt….right.
On Sarah’s end of things it feeling was mutual. With every bounce Sarah’s cock made a wet slapping noise as it impacted Tiffany stomach.
“Ohhh I love you Ms. Winsor!” Tiffany cried out as she climaxed.
Leaning forward Sarah whispered “I love you too Tiffany” as she hopped off the girl’s dick.
After that the adoption process went smoothly and soon Tiffany was riding in the front of Sarah’s muscle car with her few worldly possessions in the back and all was right with world.
In her sleep a contented smile crept onto the woman’s face as she curled up and her lights cut off after sensing no movement for 30 minutes.
Ophelia blinked her eyes awake as she sat up on her covers, stretching her arms she stood up and banged her head on the top of the cage. Opening her eyes Ophelia tried to figure out what was hanging over her bed, but instead she got to survey the basement she would be living in for a long time.
Her cage was against the basement wall at the far end of the basement. Right next to her was a crying Asian woman dressed in a suit lying against the back of her cage.
“What….The….Hell?” Was all Ophelia could manage.
“Don’t burn too many brain cells trying to figure this out; short and sweet you’ve been kidnapped.” A 40 year old woman said from the middle of the room.
After processing this shocking information, the last thing Ophelia remembered was her orgasm. Before she could do anything else Ophelia doubled over and heaved into the pale inside her cage.
“Don’t worry most people throw up after their 1st contact with chloroform.” Another woman Cathy couldn’t see said.
“What are they going to do with us?” Ophelia asked, recovering her breath.
“They call this place women’s Eden” the first woman explained “My name is Elena by the way. This is basically a sex camp for women; they come for miles around to enjoy us.”
“Enjoy us?” Ophelia questioned
“To fuck us.” Elena clarified “When a woman looks at our pictures in the foyer they pick one of us to use until their hearts content. She doesn’t even have to be fully female, shemales and hermaphrodites are welcome too.”
“What about pregnancy?” Ophelia choked back a sob.
“As far as we know getting pregnant is the only way to leave this place. When you go into labor they take you somewhere and you aren’t seen again, we don’t know what happens to you, but it is probably better than this Hell.”
“How can they do this? I mean for how long?” Ophelia was on her knees trying to keep from sobbing like her Asian companion.
“Most of us are whores, except those Mexican twins over there.” Elena gestured to the foremost cages. “They’re illegal immigrants and they don’t speak a lick of English. To answer you latter question I’ve been here for 20 years.”
Ophelia remained quiet at this revelation, silently scanning the room. There was another sleeping girl who was naked in the cage diagonal to Ophelia.
“How many customers do they get a day?” Ophelia asked.
“3 to 4” Elena replied blandly.
“You know I heard there are a chain of these Women’s Edens, one in each state” A black woman said in a cage to the left of the Asian woman.
“Don’t try to scare the girls Rock” A woman who Ophelia couldn’t see said.
“SHHH!” Elena commanded “Sounds like clients.”
“They usually bring the new girls along when clients come so we can show them the ropes.” Elena explained.
Sure enough a large muscular white woman came down the steps and opened the cages for the two Mexican twins and Elena. After taking them upstairs she came back down and retrieved the now docile business woman for her cage.
30 minutes of silence after that the muscular woman came down again and opened the woman who thought there was chain of Edens across the U.S. cage and also opened Ophelia’s cage. During the 30 minutes the naked black girl woke up and Ophelia explained everything to her and was pleasantly surprised when she didn’t cry but merely sat there stone faced. Ascending the steps Ophelia was surprised that they weren’t cuffed or shackled in any way. Based on this she concluded that (1.) the woman believed that she could stop them if they tried to escape (2.) there were more guards outside and probably with guns (3.) the cabin was too remote to be easily found or to easily escape from.
While going over the possibilities they were taken outside and bathed in the warm rays of the sun as they walked towards one of the 10 guest like houses in the cabin’s back yard. Walking past the first house Ophelia heard the grunting and moaning that was all too familiar with the sound of her trade.
Entering the 3rd furthest cabin Ophelia came into contact with the kind of people who rape slaves. However it was a distinct possibility that these people didn’t even know that the women they’re using are being held against their will.
“Alright now” the muscular woman rumbled “the Tosh family wants to do a Colonial America slavery roleplay with Miss Trish here and Miss Ophelia is here to OBSERVE.”
After making sure everything was situated and understood the woman left and Ophelia had time to observe the clients. There were 3 women a 17 year old a 16 year old and a 35 year old. They all had heavy Southern accent so Ophelia assumed they live or lived in one of the Southern States. Standing on her tippy toes Ophelia looked over at what the Tosh family was doing, they were picking sex toys much to Ophelia’s interest.
As some sort of cosmic joke the youngest Tosh had the largest rack with a D-cup. The second oldest had a C-cup while the mother had either a large B-cup or a small C-cup.
“Alrighty here” the mother began “why don’t you girls go wait outside in the field?”
The girls obediently followed the directions and stepped outside and into the nearby flower field.
“Can we escape from here?” Ophelia asked.
“No and we’ve all tried, it’s a 5 mile run to the nearest paved road and they have dogs and tranquilizer rifles.” Trish answered with a heavy Brooklyn accent.
Before Ophelia could ask any questions the family exited the cabin and Ophelia backed up to the edge of the field to watch. The family tried to seem confident, but Ophelia had been at her job for 1825 days plus and she saw the slight tremble in the hand or the ever so faint shiver and knew that this was the family’s first time.
“The master says to get back to picking cotton” the 2nd oldest said to the black girl.
“What if I don’t want to?” Trish said arms crossed
“Then we’ll make you!” the mother said flanking Trish from the side and grabbing her arm.
Trish had obviously done this type of roleplay before because she managed to put up some resistance, but not enough so that the 3 girls couldn’t put her on the floor. Putting her face down into the dirt the family put her ass in the air as they took off Trish’s skinny jeans to reveal Hello Kitty underwear. Once her pants were around her ankles the oldest pulled up her skirt to reveal a white strap-on and shoved it into Trish’s mouth. Inspired by their mother initiative the daughters pulled their strap-ons free from their pants and the 2nd oldest placed it into Trish’s pussy and started to fuck the ‘would be’ slave doggy style.
The youngest however experienced a moment of indecision and stood there stroking her fake cock whiles her sister and mother fucked the slave. An idea popping into her head Ophelia approached the busty girl from behind and groped her tits through her shirt causing her to jump.
“Is something the matter Master?” Ophelia asked kneading the girl’s nipples between her fore fingers.
“N-Nothing at all slave” she stuttered.
Turning the girl around Ophelia kissed her with all her might. The girl apparently had never been kissed with such passion before because she was too shocked to kiss back. Ophelia worked her tongue around the teenager’s mouth and slowly worked the girl onto her knees and eventually onto her back.
Sitting up Ophelia and the girl both gasped for breath, but before the girl could do anything Ophelia stood up and unzipped the zipper on her shorts revealing her bright pink pussy lips. The teenager could only watch as Ophelia lowered herself onto the 7 inch strap-on. Removing her pink shirt Ophelia’s tits bounced free and flopped wildly with Ophelia’s bouncing.
The girl wasn’t with pleasure as the strapon was double ended which means that there was an equally long 7 inch strapon inside the girl that thrusted in with Ophelia’s every bounce.
“Do you like my service Master?” Ophelia huffed.
“YES YES!” was the girl’s reply.
Turning her head Ophelia watched as the eldest daughter and her mother pounded Trish’s ass and pussy with synchronized thrusts. Looking down Ophelia managed to catch the girl eyes roll up as she climaxed. Disappointed she didn’t reach her orgasm Ophelia zipped up her shorts and wandered over to Trish and the other clients.
“Take it you fucking slave!” the mother yelled.
“Yes yes!” Trish grunted, her head in the flowers “I like your white cocks pounding my unworthy pussy!”
About 10 more minutes of this was required before the girls reached their climax. With screams of pleasure all 3 girls climaxed in the makeshift cotton field. Standing up the mother and daughter enjoyed a sloppy kiss as they bathed in the fresh scent of sex.
The muscular woman must have been watching because she exited the main building as soon as the mother returned the sex toys. After directing them to the front desk the woman took the girls back into the basement and locked the door. However on the way to the basement they passed Tiffany as she walked towards the showers.
There was a cold awkward silence between the women until Sheila led them into basement. The group baths within the basement were the other girls were, pushing them inside Sheila closed and locked the door.
“Welcome back.” Elena greeted them with a smile.
“Don’t forget to grab a shower buddy so they can help you reach those hard to reach spaces.” She said over shoulder.
Turning around Ophelia was about to ask Trish to help her, but the woman had already walked off. Slowly rotating 360 degrees, the only girl without a partner was the sniffling Asian woman. Approaching the flat chested woman Ophelia merely stepped into the woman’s space and let the water wash over her.
“You know I shouldn’t even be here.” She sniffled much to Ophelia’s surprise.
“I was just visiting my aunt, before a business meeting when all of a sudden a woman asked me for help claiming her boy was stuck in a grate in the alleyway beside my aunt’s house. I…..well you know how that turned out don’t you?”
Ophelia could only wrap her arms around the woman to convey the feeling the shared.
“My name is Samantha McCool” she said.
“Ophelia Winston” Ophelia smiled “Now how about we get you clean huh?”
Grabbing the soap Ophelia rubbed it along her tits and then hugged Samantha spreading the soap along her back. Ophelia moaned into Samantha’s back as she washed the Asians back with her mammoth tits. The washing soon transformed into an effort to obtain the orgasm she was denied earlier.
Sensing her fellow prisoners pent up frustration; the shorter woman turned around and placed her fingers at Ophelia’s entrance, after receiving a brief nod Samantha went to work fingering Ophelia to an orgasm.
When Ophelia did orgasm she moaned loudly, but either the other girls didn’t notice or didn’t care because they said nothing about it. Washing up the girls waited while the muscular woman came back down and let them roam around the basement.
What Ophelia didn’t notice a first was the weight lifting sets in the 2 back corners of the room where the girls worked to stay in shape. Walking around the room Ophelia introduced herself to the other kidnapped women and discovered one of them, an Indian woman by the name of Jasmine, was 3 months pregnant.
Apparently this was all they were allowed to do; shower, fuck each other or the clients and sleep. Needless to say Ophelia just worked out until Sheila and 2 armed female guards corralled them into their cages and gave them a surprisingly luscious dinner. Unknown to anyone else a plan was forming in Ophelia’s mind. A plan that would require lots of sex and listening to the sound her heart made when it saw Sierra again. With ideas swirling around her head, Ophelia drifted off into a surprisingly easy sleep.
Upstairs what Tiffany would give to be at peace as Ophelia was. She couldn’t sleep with her mind constantly going back on how she betrayed Ophelia. So she went to her alternative way of sleeping which was passing out from exhaustion and only one person could exhaust Tiffany like she needed to be.
Tiffany walked into Sheila’s room as the woman stuck her cock into a pan of warm apple pie. Sheila didn’t hear Tiffany enter because she had somehow retrieved Tiffany’s video collage of Sarah fucking her; in the shower, over the kitchen table, outside in the field, in the van on the side of an active highway, on the roof, and there was even an instance where Sarah fucked her in an airplane bathroom.
The video was currently showing Tiffany getting mauled outside in the field. Sheila was muttering something that Tiffany couldn’t her until she got closer.
“Oh your mouth is so great Tiffany.” Sheila moaned “Why haven’t you let me fuck you these pass years?”
“Maybe I wanted someone who cared for something other than my tight cunt.” Tiffany whispered in the masturbating girl’s ear.
Sheila nearly fell out her bed when she jumped up.
“HOLY SHIT!” Sheila yelled loud enough to wake the dead.
After Sheila calmed down she remembered what she had been doing with the pie still on her cock.
“So how much of that did you hear?” the muscular woman blushed.
“I would tell you, but you would probably shove your cock down my great mouth.” Tiffany smirked “But I’m not here to make fun of you for resorting to fucking a pan of pie.”
“I want to have fucking unbelievable sex until I pass out.” Tiffany proposed.
Sheila stared at the black woman in front of her, removed the pan from her dick and gently sat it on her dresser and then turned back to the beautiful woman sitting on her bed wearing khaki shorts and a wife beater.
“Do you need a doctor Tiffany?” Sheila asked concerned.
“For fuck’s sake! Just sit back.” Tiffany yelled pushing Sheila with surprising strength.
Pulling down her shorts Tiffany’s hard 10 inch cock sprang free. Approaching the large woman holding her cock, Tiffany lifted up the herm’s balls and simply shoved her cock into Sheila’s pussy.
All of her frustration, misery, and anger Tiffany worked through her cock and into Sheila’s hole. Grabbing Sheila’s shoulder Tiffany managed to increase the force of each thrust 3-fold. The feeling of her cock inside the ex-gang banger was amazing, Sheila’s pussy held Tiffany’s cock like a bear and Tiffany loved it. Feeling her imminent climax Tiffany pulled out of the groaning woman and shot her load along Sheila’s monster, coating the cock as well as the bits of pie still on it. Feeling all the past 2 days emotions leave her body like the tide, Tiffany fell forward onto Sheila’s bed.
Tiffany wasn’t the only one feeling drained, unbeknownst to Tiffany Sheila had climaxed with her feminine part while Tiffany was fucking her. Sitting up the woman hurried to stand up so she could fuck Tiffany. As Sheila turned around she remembered the time she met Sarah and Tiffany.
Leave a Reply