Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2013 17:06:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Jane Parks <janeparkshot (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Ali Baba's thief

Ali Baba's Thief

By Jane Parks

fF/F Reluctant.

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Some of this is Susie's work with a little help from me writing about
Holly and her young owner Sarah.   Isn't it sweet?

My new next-door neighbor Kim asked me to go to a kids' show with her.
Her 14 year old daughter Sarah was in Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves,
and Kim wanted me to go and see Sarah perform.  I really didn't want to
go, and I tried to beg off by telling Kim my husband Ted had other
plans.  Instead of backing me up, however, Ted laughed and told me to
go on with Kim.  So, despite the fact that I had some real misgivings
about going anywhere with Kim, I went anyway because I genuinely wanted
to make Kim and Sarah feel welcome in their new surroundings.  And Ted
could have cared less.  And Kim and Sarah both made it clear that they
weren't going to take 'no' for an answer.  So how could I refuse?

To be truthful, Kim scared me more than a little bit even though I
couldn't have told you just why.  There was something about her that
was intimidating, and I had felt that way about her since she and her
daughter had moved in a few weeks ago.  She is very attractive and
obviously has a good job by the expensive looking automobile parked in
her garage and her high-fashion clothing.  Kim always seems so self-
assured, so formidable.  And Sarah is a younger version of her mother.
For a 14 year old, she is 'very' mature physically, if you know what I
mean.  And she has this way of acting around me that makes me feel like
I should apologize to her for breathing the same air.  She is stuck up
in a way that only rich, young adolescent girls can be.

Despite my misgivings, I felt I had no other choice than to go along to
the play with them.  After all, Kim had practically ordered me to come.

And besides, it was just a couple hours watching this stupid kids'
show.  And we were just going to sit in a crowded auditorium together,
Kim and I, and watch.  What harm could come of that?

As I expected, Ali Baba was fairly boring, except for one thing.  Right
before Kim and Sarah had picked me up to go to the show I had just
started to read a Jane Parks story about the little middle school
swimmers and their erotic effect upon one girl's mother, Heather.  I
just had to stop after a few pages because it was making me so hot.  I
had never, never consciously thought about how sexually attractive
young adolescent girls could be, but Jane's story had really pushed
some buttons deep inside my head.  Why was I getting so hot and
bothered about something that had never before been the remotest kind
of turn on?  What deep dark secret was that story making known to me?
Before I could even begin to work it out in my mind, Kim and Sarah were
at my door and we were off to the play.

At first, I had been getting just bored silly by all these kids in
their white gowns and headscarves sashaying around on stage.  But, as I
sat there next to Kim in the darkened auditorium observing a flock of
young "harem girls" prance about in Ali Baba costumes, it came to my
mind how similar to the Heather character in Jane's story I was
beginning to feel.  I was actually getting hot watching them.  But why?

They were just local schoolgirls, clowning around in some stupid little
play.

There were eight "harem girls" altogether, including Sarah.  They
ranged in age from about 9 to 16 years old. One was very plump and was
totally covered. (why do they put girls like that in a line with 7
other girls who were all slim - she just looked so out of place and
embarrassed.)  the more I watched, the more I identified with this poor
thing 'cause I'm a little on the plump side myself.  Always have been.
At least that's what my Mother always chided me about when I was a
girl.  And now Ted was losing interest in me because of my weight.  At
least that's how it felt to me.  I had tried dieting, and had even
gotten back to my goal weight from my college days.  But Ted just
didn't seem to want me any more.  Suffice it to say I was glad for the
plump little girl because her part in the play was short and she got
off stage quickly.

As for the other seven, including Sarah, they were wearing little
bikini tops and loose, thin harem pants.  There was certainly nothing
very sexy about them. The tops were loose fitting and you couldn't see
any shape of breasts under them - if they had any. They wore proper
pants under the thin leggings so you couldn't see anything there
either. Even so, I found myself staring at the young girls' midriffs
and their navels.  As I was drawn to ogling their bare midriffs, my
mind was drawn back to Jane's erotic swimmer story, and I began to get
all tingly "down there."

All the time they were on stage, moving and dancing - all I looked at
was the seven girls' middles. I'm not normally like that.  Oh, I
already said that.  Didn't I?  What in the world was happening to me?
I felt completely blindsided by how erotically aroused I was suddenly
feeling.  I just couldn't take my eyes off them.  All the girls were
thin, but some were downright skinny, with perfectly flat tummies, and
tummy buttons that sometimes stuck out a little. Then there were other
girls, perhaps a little older like Kim's daughter, who had a little bit
of puppy fat at their waist, just coming over their pants. Sarah had a
really deeply recessed navel.  I just couldn't help staring and
examining the differences. It did keep me 'interested' during this
boring kids show.  And more than a little bit moist as well.

After Ali Baba was over, all of the parents headed back stage to
congratulate their kids on their performances.  I really wanted to get
out of there and let myself cool down, but something deep inside made
me tag along with Kim.  I told myself that I just wanted to tell Sarah
how much I had enjoyed the play.  But in reality, I wanted to get even
closer to her tantalizing body before she changed out of her costume.
I hoped desperately that she couldn't read what was on my mind: how I
had actually caught myself lusting after her hot little body.  But it
was worth the risk if I could just see her up close.

It seemed that Kim just had to chatter to every last person she could
buttonhole about the play and how good the performances were.  So by
the time we finally made our tortuous way through the crowd in the
auditorium and found Sarah back stage, almost everyone had already left
the dressing rooms.  To my amazement, not to mention gratification,
Sarah hadn't changed to street wear and was still sitting in the now
empty dressing room outfitted in her 'harem girl' costume.  Looking
right at me, Sarah coyly asked Kim if she could ride home dressed just
like she was.  Kim looked over at me and smiled a sneering little
knowing smirk, and said "Sure, Kim.  Why not?  Holly looks as if she
would really like that.  You two can even sit together in the back
seat."

Mother and daughter looked at me and shared a knowing giggle.  I could
feel my face flush with embarrassment.  Oh yes.  If Sarah didn't really
understand my growing little itch, Kim certainly did.  She seemed to
know exactly what was going on inside my head all right.  I guess she
could see it in the glazed over expression on my flushed face every
time I looked at her daughter's midriff, which I just couldn't seem to
stop doing.  And obviously Kim was having no problem whatsoever with my
continuing to ogle her young daughter.  She probably thought it was
amusing in a sick sort of way: her new next door neighbor lady, lusting
after her young teen daughter.  How strange.  She knew as long as she
and Sarah stayed together all I COULD do was look.  So she had
obviously decided to just let Sarah tease me and watch me squirm.  And
I was certainly squirming.  Oh yes.

All the while, I was struggling against my confusing new emotions.  I
had no idea at all where my sudden erotic fascination with this girl's
lithe young body had come from.  I felt completely betrayed by my own
body's inexplicable hunger even as I was getting more and more turned
on.  Half of me desperately wanted this to be over, with me all nice
and safe back in my nice, safe house with my nice, safe husband and Kim
and Sarah long gone.  But the other half had other ideas.  Oh my.  What
weird, erotic images suddenly began to strobe through my mind.  I had
never considered looking 'that way' at a little 14-year- old girl
before in my life.  I was a good, clean-minded young woman who suddenly
found herself staring at a little girl's naked tummy button.  It was
sexually and emotionally unsettling: to say the least.

Sarah stood up gracefully and looked me straight in the eye.  Then she
grinned that superior little stuck up grin of hers and I knew that SHE
also knew what her mother knew about me.  She knew I was simply
fascinated by her naked midriff.  She knew I couldn't take my eyes off
her hot little body.  She could see the hot twinge of excitement come
over me knowing that it was her adolescent body that was holding my
attention.  And I felt even more excited knowing that Sarah knew.  Here
I was, humiliating myself in front of this little girl who just smiled
at me knowingly.

As if to confirm my suspicions, Sarah arched her young torso
seductively right in my face and held that suggestive position to see
just how long I would continue to stare abashedly at her.  Oh yes.  She
was definitely liking my fascination with her young lithe body all
right.  It was turning her on to know she had such sudden power to
arouse me, an adult woman, right in front of her mother.  She was a
merciless little kitten learning how to torment a mouse.  I could tell
how much she liked her role and I couldn't prevent her carrying it out.
Sarah turned slightly and looked over at me, waiting to see if she
could make me turn my head to follow her movements.  Even if I knew she
was watching me follow her with my eyes.  Even if I knew her mother was
watching me do it.  When my head turned to follow her of its own
volition, mother and daughter shared another little triumphant giggle.
They both knew about me all right.  They knew everything.  And they
thought it was amusing: sick and amusing.  I was some kind of curious
bug they had trapped, and they wanted to play with me.  They wanted to
torment me.  They wanted to tease me while never allowing me to do
anything but look.  I knew it.  They both knew it.

Sarah was deliberately taunting me with her sexy young body.  But why
was she doing this.  Why was she purposefully embarrassing me in front
of her mother.  Surely, it couldn't be sexually arousing to Sarah to
watch a grown woman squirm. She was only 14 after all.  She must be
doing it just for the malicious cruel thrill of it.  She had caught me
off guard, and she was tormenting me just as if I were some sort of
icky insect she could torture as little girls often do.  That had to be
it.  She didn't really understand why she was having such a controlling
effect on me.  Surely not.  But she didn't have to understand.  Her
mother, Kim, understood well enough, but she didn't seem to mind.  She
obviously thought it was cunning that her daughter suddenly had such an
overpowering effect upon me.

Kim grinned at me.  She thought it was funny.  I could see it in her
face.  I could practically hear her brain talking to itself.  'So, my
new neighbor lady is a pervert who gets off on looking at half-dressed
little girls.'  I could see the wheels turning in Kim's mind: the
planning, the scheming.

And as for me, I had become powerless to confront either mother or
daughter: to turn my head aside and tell them that it wasn't at all the
way it seemed.  No.  Not at all.  But I couldn't do a damn thing.  All
I could do was just stand there and listen to the knowing giggles
coming from Sarah and Kim.  And where was this all leading?  What would
I do now?  What would Sarah or Kim make me do?  What cruel paces would
they put me through.  Would I surrender and do what they told me to do?

I didn't want to.  I knew that for a fact.  At least that's what I kept
telling myself as my eyes continued wandering over Sarah's arched body.
But then Sarah leaned far over toward me so I could look directly down
her top.  That's all it took.  I looked.  I was embarrassed, but I
still looked.  And when I saw her young, beautiful, naked, budding
breasts, I knew.  My mind took a split second to decide. Yes.  I would
do anything Sarah told me.  I was hers.

Yes, if I could just see more of Sarah's incredible young body.   Yes I
would do anything.  Anything.  I knew it as clearly as I knew my name.
I knew I would do whatever she told me.  And I would do whatever Kim
told me also if she let me see more of her daughter's tantalizing body.

And while I was totally confused about the 'why' of my new
subservience, I was completely aware that I had become truly powerless
to confront either the little girl or her smirking mother.  I was
powerless to tell Sarah I wanted to stop looking at her.  I was
powerless to stop embarrassing myself in front of Kim.  Sarah looked me
in the eye and could clearly see that I was now suddenly helpless
against the wanton influence of her young body.

Taking her cue from Kim, Sarah moved purposefully toward me.  I tried
to back away but Kim put her strong hand on the small of my back,
preventing me.  The little girl drew so close to me I could feel the
heat of her young body through my clothes.  I felt a twinge of
excitement come over me as Sarah was casting her wanton spell over me:
right before Kim's eyes. I shivered because I knew full well what was
about to happen and I knew that I wasn't going to resist any more.
Sarah giggled, reached out her arms, and hugged me closely to her.  On
the off chance that there was anyone still in the dressing room
watching - there wasn't, I'd checked -, that person would have thought
that the little girl was just being super friendly.  I knew better and
so did Sarah.  And so did Kim.  My body tensed when I felt Sarah's bare
midriff slide against my top. I could feel Sarah's pebbly nipples brush
against my breasts, and a little whimpering noise erupted from between
my parted lips. Sarah ground her hips into mine sensually and giggled.
Oh.  She knew, all right.

Sarah looked around and made certain that the three of us were the only
ones left in the dressing rooms.  She reached up and ran her little
fingers through my hair as she pulled me even closer into her. There
was no pretense anymore that this was just an innocent little hug.
Sarah was purposefully sexing me up and she didn't care if her mother
saw and understood what was going on.  I struggled as hard as I could
struggle to get away, but Kim's hand against my back wouldn't let me
move.  It was as if they had conspired to trap me and torment me
between the two of them.  I was so confused and it was clear that
mother and daughter intended to tease me and see if I would fall
completely under their perverted spell.

"Such a horny little cutie pie," whispered Sarah into my ear.
I shivered, trying to force Sarah's words to be something other than
what they were. I finally got up enough courage to speak.

"What did you say, Sarah?"

Sarah allowed her fingers to glide along my neck
"I said, what a horny little cutie pie?"

I panicked.  I tried my best to push away from Sarah and Kim.  But they
held me tightly between them.  Kim began stroking my back and saying
soothing little words into my ear as Sarah continued fondling me from
in front.

"What do you want from me, Sarah," I whispered.  I was so scared I
nearly peed myself right there in the dressing room.

Sarah smiled serenely up at me and whispered back.

"Why you, of course, Holly.  Mommy and I both want you.  We talked
about it and agreed.  We want to own you.  We think it would be nice to
have a personal servant to take care of ALL our little needs for free.
And you're so convenient: right next door."

"Mommy and I had a little grown up woman helper the last place we lived,
but we got tired of her after a while.  She just wasn't slutty enough
for us.  Not entertaining enough.  And she became so boring there
toward the last, crying all the time and not wanting to do anything.
So we left her behind when we moved.  She wasn't eating very much last
time I saw her.  She had lost a lot of weight.  I guess knowing that we
had sent a bunch of videos of her being slutty with me to the police
made her lose her appetite.  But you're nice and healthy.  Pudgy even.
You should last Mom and me for quite a while."

I began to shiver all over and tried once again to pull away.  But it
was no use.  Sarah's fingers had found the zipper of my jeans, and she
was sliding her finger up and down right against my pussy.  I'm sure
she could feel the moisture that had soaked through.

Mommy and I have wanted you since the first day you came over to help
us move in."

I tried to clear my head.  But Sarah did not allow me time to think.
Her busy little fingers continued playing with me.  She understood that
I was becoming afraid, and she was diverting that powerful emotion into
another direction: an erotic direction.  Watching my surrender was such
a turn on for this cruel little girl.  I could see it in her eyes.

"Please Sarah, I want to leave now."

Kim shifted position slightly and ran her warm hand down my side until
she could place it possessively upon my hip.

"Do you really want to leave, Holly.  Don't you like what Sarah and I
are doing to you?"

I turned my head and looked back and forth at my two tormentors.  They
were both so sure of themselves as they pawed me as if I were nothing
but a terrified, hungry, little animal for them to abuse.  My mind
screamed fearfully.  I wanted to run and run and never stop running.
My body, however, refused to budge, going steadily more limp as those
sordid images from the Jane Parks story flashed across my senses.
I finally lowered my eyes in supplication.

"No, Kim.  I don't want to leave."

Sarah slowly and deliberately reached out her other hand and placed it
on my arm.  A shiver of long-suppressed lust took hold of my body.
Where was this sudden, unexpected desire coming from?  Why had I never
felt it before?  Why was it so overpowering now?  I didn't know.  And a
part of my brain didn't want to know.

Sarah's fingers glided up my arm to my shoulder then behind my head.
She pushed against my neck, bowing my head toward her bare midriff
until my face was just inches away from her puppy fat covered tummy.
Kim pushed against my back, forcing me even closer.  Then Sarah took
her hand away and allowed me to stay bowed over like that of my own
volition just to prove to me that she wasn't "forcing" me to obey, but
that I really wanted to, no matter how reluctantly.

Sarah slowly rotated her burgeoning hips until my cheek rested right
against her tummy.  Then the young girl giggled.  And so did Kim,
watching me from behind.

Sarah's tummy was smooth and warm.  I couldn't suppress a whimper as my
cheek glided along her skin. "That's my good little Holly slut.  You
see, I don't have to hold your head down to make you want me.  You want
me anyway, don't you, Holly slut?"

I sucked in my breath as Sarah rotated her hips again and rubbed her
bare tummy sensuously against my flushed cheek.

"Now be a good little grown up slut girl and raise back up for Sarah so
I can see you.  I bet Mommy wants to see you, too."

I raised back up to a standing position.  Whereupon Sarah brazenly let
her free hand squeeze my left breast as a kind of reward for my
obedience.  I wasn't wearing a bra, and the intense feeling that this
young girl now OWNED me generated by her casual groping of my breast
was somewhere between heaven and hell.  I sucked in my breath, causing
Sarah to giggle and Kim to lick the inside of my right ear.

Then Kim whispered, "You do want to be my daughter's little sluttypoo.
Don't you, Holly?"

I wanted to scream 'No!' as loud as I could.  But I knew that if I did
that, Sarah would stop feeling me up.  And I just couldn't stand that.
So I just stood there waiting expectantly for the next thing.
Sarah was taking such salacious liberties with my body right in front
of her mother.  And I was unable to stop her. I didn't WANT to stop
her.  Kim was watching Sarah take me and turn me into her little play
toy like a mother lion observing the hunting technique of her daughter.

And Kim approved.

"Please, no," I whispered.  My heart raced in my breast.

I had to get away.  I HAD to,

"Please don't do this to me, Sarah.  Please."

Sarah smiled up at me.

"No, Holly. I'm not going to stop touching you.  I want to touch you.
And I'm GOING to touch you.  And you're just going to let me, because
you're my little Holly slut from now on.  Any time I want you."

I shivered once more, but could not make myself say a word as Sarah's
fingers squeezed my flesh through the material of my top.  So wanton.
"Well, aren't you my little Holly slut?"

I just stood there while Sarah continued to fondle my breasts.
"Yes."

I just couldn't get away from her.  No matter how much I wanted to.
Sarah had discovered something so deep inside me that I hadn't known of
it.  And now she was using it to turn me into her little sex pet.

"So you don't mind if I call you by my little pet name for you.  Do
you?"

I closed my eyes very tight.  I couldn't look Sarah in the face.
"I don't mind."

Sarah giggled softly.

"I didn't really think you would, Holly slut."

Sarah let her hands stray across my hunger heated flesh.
After a while, I got brave enough to open my eyes just a little.  Sarah
was staring up at me with the cruelest smirk on her face.  I got really
scared then.

"Please, don't look at me that way, Sarah."

"Please don't," I begged.

Sarah reached around and let her free hand fall on my butt.  Then she
pulled me even closer to her.

"Why shouldn't I look at you that way, Holly slut.  I've been looking
at you that way ever since Mommy and I moved here and you helped us get
settled.  I was the one who pointed you out to Mommy and I was the one
who convinced her that YOU would be perfect as our new play toy."

I cringed and tried to pull away but between Sarah and Kim, I was lost.
"And don't you dare tell me that you haven't been looking at me, too.
Haven't you Holly slut?

My mind screamed "no" once more, but a part of me had to admit that I
might have looked at Sarah as something other than the daughter of my
new neighbor.  I really didn't think so, but if Sarah said I had done
it, then maybe I had.  By then I was too confused to know anything
except how much Sarah's hands on me were turning me on.

"Well, haven't you been looking at me like you wanted me to feel you
up?"

I could not prevent the word from escaping my lips.

"Yes."

"You're such a nasty little toy slut, aren't you.  You know how wrong
it is to get the hots for me 'cause I'm just a little girl.  But you
still have the hots for me, don't you, princess?"

Suddenly I realized the absolute truth of Sara's assessment of me.  And
I began to sob uncontrollably.  I didn't know whether I was crying out
of my own terrible humiliation or out of relief that Sarah had finally
found me.

"Oh yes, Holly slut.  I know you so much better than you know yourself.

"I know everything about nasty little toy sluts like you.  See, I've
already had two.  Mommy gave them both to me.  You're the first one
I've caught on my own.  But Mommy says it's time I captured my own
little slut toy."

By then I was sobbing uncontrollably.  Sarah did know all about me:
everything.

"Mommy and I know exactly what you slut toys want.  You want me to let
you do really nasty things to me; things that would get you put in
prison if anybody ever found out.  I know you do."

Sarah's fingers were toying with the zipper of my jeans again.  I
wasn't crying as hard any more.  I was beginning to understand and
accept my new life as Sarah's new slut toy.

The little girl continued to smile as she continued to explain.

"Guess what, I want it too, Holly slut.  That's why I want you to come
home with us right now.  I'm going to let you do some of those really
nasty things you want to do to me.  Yes, I am.  Mommy is going to be
right there with a video camera to take sexy videos of everything you
do to me.  So if you try to run away, she'll mail the videos to the
police and you'll be put in prison for a long, long time."

I began to tremble.  Once Kim had taken her sordid videos of me doing
whatever Sarah told me to, I could never escape them.  I knew it, and a
part of me rejoiced that I could never run away from them.

"You're going to be such an insatiable little Holly slut, aren't you?
Oh yes, I can always tell.  After I get through with you, nobody you
know would ever believe your protests at being my toy.  Despite all
your tears, and despite all your begging me to let you go, you won't
mean it.  None of them ever mean it."

My body continued to wriggle at Sarah's salacious touch.  My mind
exploded in a stream of shame filled images of me surrendering myself
unreservedly to Sarah's lewd whims.

"No, please no.  I don't want you to make me do any of this," I lied.
And Sarah knew I was lying.

"Yes you do.  You want me to do anything I want to you, Holly slut."

"Don't you?"

I lied again.

"No I don't.  I want you to leave me alone.  I want to go home, now.
Please."

Sarah grinned and began pulling down on my zipper talon.

"You're such a liar, Holly slut, and you're SO easy."

To re-enforce what Sarah was turning me into, Kim licked my ear again
and I just stood there shivering and whimpering like a woebegone stray
animal,  and I allowed Sarah to unzip my jeans without a move to stop
her.

When she had my zipper all the way open, Sarah looked up at me.

"If you want me to stop, why are your nipples getting so hard, Holly
slut?  I can see them pressing against your top.  You want me to play
with them.  Don't you?  You want to be my little holly slut and do
whatever I tell you if I'll play with your nipples sometimes."

Shaking my head 'no' was all I was still capable of doing.  When I did,
Sarah and Kim both laughed out loud.  I tried to explain even though I
knew I was lying.

"No I don't.  Sarah.  I don't know why my nipples itch so much.  I
don't know why my breasts feel so heavy.  I don't even know why my legs
are so weak.  Please don't do this to me, Sarah.  I've never been with
another person besides my husband.  I've never been with a woman or a
girl.  I've never been like this with a girl like you.  It's horrible
but I can't help it.  Please just let me go home."

Sarah now had me completely unzipped and her exploring fingers slipped
inside my jeans to discover what she had proven to me already belonged
to her.

"No.  I want you.  I want you a lot.  I want to play with you, and
embarrass you in front of people, and have you wait upon Mommy and me
hand and foot, and show you off to my Mommy's grown up girlfriends, and
humiliate you in front of all my new little girlfriends.  I want to
play with you and make you do nasty things to me with that slut mouth
of yours and those slut fingers of yours.  I want you to agree to
anything I tell you.  I want you begging for it, Holly slut.  I want
complete control of your will.  You'll know your mind isn't your own
whenever I'm around from now on.  Mommy said I could have you, and I
want you."

I wriggled like an eel, half in abject fear and half in torrid
anticipation.

Kim began stroking my breasts from behind.

"I can see your whole body shaking in anticipation right now," she
whispered against my neck.

"Sarah is such a nasty little girl.  She should be.  I taught her
everything she knows.  She's been wanting a new toy ever since we
moved, and I picked you after she pointed out what a demur little sexy
girl you are."

I turned my head toward Kim, looking at her with sad imploring eyes.

"Please, Kim.  Please make her stop."

Kim only chuckled and squeezed my breasts more firmly.

"You're finding it hard to breath right now, Holly.  You want it so
bad.  I bet your Holly puss puss is soppy wet.  I know you.  You just
can't get enough.  You'll do anything Sarah says in the hope that
she'll let you cum.  But you know she won't.  Not nearly as often as
you want to.  She'll keep you all hot and bothered 'cause she's so
cruel.  But you'll let her do it to you.  Sarah is very cruel.  I
taught her that, too.  You'll crave whatever she does finally decide to
give you.  You'll want it so badly.  You've got your slutty back
against the wall and you know it.  All she has to do is tongue kiss you
once.  Just once.  And you'll never be able to get away from her."

Sarah's fingers had found my soppy slit.  She smiled so sweetly,
reached up her other hand and drew my face toward her open lips.  I saw
her tongue flick across her lips just before she kissed me.  My mouth
was brick dry.  I tasted her saliva, and it was heaven.  After a long
soul kiss, the little girl pulled her face away from mine.  All I could
do was plead with her with my eyes to please kiss me again.  Instead,
Sarah laughed at me.

"When Mommy and I get through with you at our house, we're going to
take you back home.  No more sex with that stupid husband of yours.  He
doesn't want you anyway."

I nodded my head 'yes."

"Then, tomorrow, I'm going to call you up on the phone.  You'll want me
so bad you'll sit there and wait for me to come over.  You'll beg me to
come over right away.  And I'll laugh and make you wait for hours.
You'll just have to sit there waiting for me finally to come over when
I'm good and ready.  Then, Mommy and I'll finally come over and let you
prove to me once again in your own bedroom just what a slut you really
are.  You'll be so hot and bothered by then you'll fall all over
yourself doing whatever I say.  And Mommy will have her good old video
cam.  She'll record every slutty thing you do right in your own bedroom
so there's no mistake."

I nodded my head 'yes' again.   I couldn't wait.

"You might as well get used to the fact that you're going to wrap
yourself around my little finger from now on, Holly slut.  You'll be
there whenever I call you,; whenever I want you.  See, I know exactly
what you need.  I know what games you really, really want to play.
You're going to become addicted to all the nasty sick things I can give
you.  You know I have control of you because you can't get the things I
can give you from anyone else but me."

Another nod.  'Yes.'

Say it, Holly slut."

I swallowed hard as Sarah's malicious fingers began their rhythmic
stroking.  I felt so sordid.  I felt so used.  I felt so perfect for
the first time in my life.

"Say it."

"You have control over me," I whispered the words of confession and
subjugation.

"And I stole you away from your stupid husband."
I grinned all over my face.

"You stole me away from my stupid husband."

As the first, gut-wrenching, screaming orgasmic spasms overtook me I
barely had time to hear Sarah say, "well, Holly slut, I AM one of Ali
Baba's Forty Thieves, aren't I."

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