This is the tale of my journey from mild-mannered bookworm to volatile, unpredictable predator. It all began that day my two best friends and I took a road trip to checkout cute guys. Here are the details of our abduction, forced prostitution, rescue, and the aftermath.
It is horror fiction with sexual content intended for the mature reader.
Excerpts: Our hometown was a humble, church-going community, and our parents had all been strict with our upbringing. My mom and dad had been the sternest, not allowing me to date until I was seventeen.- - -
Mama was a three-hundred-fifty pound woman with jelly-roll flab that shook when she laughed. Her three passions in life were torture, murder and cunnilingus, and not in that order.- - -
"I've always wanted to see what happens when someone drinks this stuff," she announced, preparing to pour some down their guest's throat. "If you girls are willing to go along with our games, I won't feel the need to find out. Are you all feeling agreeable?"- - -
"Okay, Carrie," said Mama, "you can get started anytime you're ready.""Started with what? I don't know what you want me to do."
"How about getting naked for starters," blurted Dan.- - -
I got onto the bed and straddled Chrissy, pinning her arms between my legs, then leaned close and stared into the terrified girl's eyes. "You didn't give me my orgasm, Chrissy. Sad for me, bad for you." I grabbed a pillow and in one quick move put it over Chrissy's face, pulled the pistol from my backside waistband and pulled the trigger, twice. The cushion muffled the sound.- - -
Sandee brought out the collar, leash, lock, dog dish and ball gag as Marsha took off her clothes.....You will play a dual role, housekeeper and puppy..... The name Marsha is no longer appropriate, you are now Fifi....- - -
"Welcome to our party, Slick. We're going to play some games," explained Cindy. She displayed a hammer and nails, a vial of acid, a bottle of drain cleaner, a funnel, a hand drill, pruning shears, pliers, and various other toys.- - -
