Chapter 10
Washington had it all planned perfectly. He knew when Laura left the house for work and he knew when she came home. He knew when Michelle was home and he knew when she was home alone. At 4:30 that afternoon, the only person in that house would be young Michelle.
Washington was not alone in the car that pulled up in front of Laura's house. With him were two of the "enforcers" that Desdemona often used to handle her dirty work. She got out of the car, walked up the front steps and simply knocked on the door.
Michelle didn't think twice about opening the door to a stranger. She'd lived in good neighborhoods all her life and had never had reason to be suspicious of anyone. She opened the door with a smile and said, "Yes?"
When she saw the gun hidden under one of the black men's coat, she knew better than to argue or resist. The four of them all walked quickly to the car, got in and drove away. They said nothing to Michelle, though she kept trying to ask them what was going on, where they were taking her, what did they want and so on. All they would say is that they were just delivering a package and that they wouldn't harm her-if she cooperated.
They drove to an apartment on the black side of town. Inside, waiting for their arrival, was Desdemona and two black studs with shaved heads. And a photographer.
Michelle was trying her best to be brave. She knew that Laura would expect that from her. But it was hard, real hard. She wanted to cry. She was afraid she might wet her pants-she was that scared. Why her? Why? What were they going to do? Kill her?
They walked her into the living room. Desdemona looked her up and down and then smiled in approval. "Good afternoon, Michelle." she said sarcastically, "I'm glad you could make it. Whatever happens to you here, you have your Aunt Laura to thank."
"W-w-w-what do you want me for?" asked Michelle in a trembling voice. "I-I-I don't even know you. . . . "
"Well, Michelle, we think you're a very pretty girl. A very pretty girl. One that should be in a magazine. Yes, we think you should have a modeling career. And we're going to help you get started."
"But I don't want to be a model!" protested Michelle.
"That's not up to either you or I," said Desdemona. "That's entirely up to your Aunt Laura. We're just going to take some pictures of you. I'd like you to meet our photographer, Yago."
Michelle looked at Yago, who wasn't smiling. He was a short, greasy looking Oriental, surrounded by all kinds of camera equipment-lenses, lights, tripods, the whole works.
Michelle looked around her in the living room of the apartment. The two "enforcers" were standing by the doorway. Washington was in a lounge chair in the corner of the room smoking a joint. The photographer was fooling with his equipment and Desdemona was standing next to the couch, smoking a cigarette. The two black studs sat on the couch. There wasn't much she could do, she thought. She prayed that all they wanted to do was take some pictures-but why would they want to do that?
"What do you say we get down to work?" asked Desdemona, smiling. Everyone in the room smiled along with her. Michelle didn't. "Now, Michelle, dear, would you please take off your clothes so that we can get going with the pictures?"
"What!! ? ? ? No . . . I won't. You let me go right this minute!"
Desdemona nodded at the two "enforcers" standing by the door. They began to advance slowly on Michelle as she moved away from them. They each grabbed an arm and threw her down to the carpet.
"NOOO," she screamed.
"You can yell all you want," said Desdemona, "nobody will hear you here. And even if they did, in this neighborhood nobody would care."
Michelle knew right away that she was right and decided to save her voice for a time when it might do her some good. That's what Laura would have done. And there wasn't much use in struggling, because the two guys holding her down to the carpet were really brutes. Big black animals, she thought. She wouldn't help them though-they could do what they wanted, but she wouldn't cooperate.
Michelle bit her lip as they started taking off her clothes. She was mortified. She'd never been all naked in front of a man in all her life and now three were going to see her. One of the guys took off her shoes and stockings while the other worked on her shirt. He got that off and was busy trying to unfasten her brassiere about the time the first was pulling her pants down around her hips, over her knees, and then off. Her brassiere was pulled off and then her panties. She lay there on the carpet, trying to cover her nakedness from the lewd stares of the men around her.
"Bitch looks pretty damn good!" remarked Washington. "I might like to get into some of that white meat myself!"
Michelle's reaction was one of pure horror and disgust when she understood just what he was talking ahout. Try as she might, she could not cover her na--. kedness completely. She lay on her back with one hand covering her bush and the other arm trying to cover her breasts. But it just wouldn't work-her breasts were too large. One or the other kept sliding out from under her arm. Her whole body was blushing with embarrassment and shame.
Desdemona walked over and looked down at her, laughing sarcastically. "Well," my cutie, are you ready to help us take some nice pictures?"
"No! No! I'll never help you do this, ever, not for anything!"
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes!" Michelle answered proudly.
"Do you like animals?"
Michelle didn't know what she was getting at. The question confused her. "What do you mean?" she asked tentatively.
"Just what I said. You do like animals, don't you? like dogs?"
"Uh, of course I like dogs. Who doesn't?" Michelle answered.
"That's good. Real good." She nodded to one of the "enforcers" who left the room, went down the hall and returned with a big German Shepherd on a leash. "I think this is a dog that's going to like you too," said Desdemona.
The two "enforcers" each grabbed Michelle, one taking her arms and the other her legs, spreading her wide. She was a vision of perfect youth and beauty. Her skin was flawlessly white, not a pimple or a bump, or marking on her entire body. Just one smooth creamy expanse of teenage skin stretching from her toes up her calves, to her thighs, which were covered with a fine downy sort of blonde hair, up to her virgin pussy, up past her flat, smooth stomach, and then to the glory of her breasts-round, full and firm. They were ripe, her whole body was like a ripe fruit just waiting to be tasted and enjoyed for the first time.
Michelle was writhing in horror, trying to break free of the grip that the two black men had her in. But it wouldn't work. They were too strong. She couldn't believe what was happening, this was too gross, too disgusting. She'd never even heard of anything like this before in her life. Why me, she thought, "Dear God, why me? Why couldn't they have just killed me or something, anything but this. Please God, oh please, don't let that dog near me. . . . "
But her prayers were not heard. They had her spread open wide. The Shepherd walked up, curious, his tail wagging. He pushed his black nose between Michelle's spread legs and gave her bush a good sniff.
Michelle couldn't help but scream, "NOOO!! ! PLEASE NO!! ! "
Desdemona motioned for Washington to pull the dog away. "This is a horny dog," Desdemona said. "He ---likes girls, he ---likes to get that slimy red cock of his all big and hard and then he ---likes to fuck girls. Oh yeah, he really knows how to do it too-shoots that doggy cum way up inside of you . . . Do you really want to lose that sweet virginity of yours to a goddam dog, Michelle?"
Michelle closed her eyes, answering fervently, "No, please . . . I beg you, please, take the dog away, please, for the sake of God, don't let him near me."
"Are you going to be a good girl and pose for some pictures and do just what we tell you-or are you going to get fucked by a dog and then by three or four black men?"
Michelle took a quick look around her. The studs on the couch were grinning ear to ear, enjoying what they were watching. The two that were holding her down also seemed to be enjoying themselves. Washington was holding the German Shepherd. She didn't really have much of a choice. "Alright," she conceded, "please take the dog away and I'll do whatever you ask."
They spent the next three hours taking photos. All kinds. Michelle with her legs spread wide, sticking a linger up her cunt, looking like she's about to cum. Michelle on her hands and knees, looking back at the camera, showing off her asshole. Other shots of her with the black studs, simulating fucking, shots of Michelle jerking them off, sucking on their black cocks, licking their pink anuses. They licking hers.
There were other shots of Michelle masturbating with various fruits and household appliances. One shot had her sticking a leafy green-topped carrot deep into her ass while sucking on one of the black stud's cocks.
Yago, the oriental photographer, was good. Real good. The pictures that came out of that session had everyone of them walking around with hard-ons for a long time. All the black guys were pretty pissed off when Desdemona wouldn't let them actually fuck young Michelle. Desdemona said she had her reasons and none of them had balls enough to question her.
Michelle was in a daze when they finished the shooting. She felt totally humiliated, violated. But they hadn't fucked her,; she could thank God for that. She wondered why. They had all wanted to, all of them standing around with those huge, disgusting penises. And then Desdemona had told them no, that they couldn't. Michelle was thankful for that consideration.
When they were done, Michelle began to gather up her clothing. "May I go home now?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"I'm afraid not," said Desdemona, "You're going to have to stay around here until your Aunty Laura comes to get you. Washington, put her in the back bedroom and lock the door.