Kidnapped

Two girls were kidnapped to become sex slaves, and they liked it.

I am Mira, I am twelve years old and I have been living here for four months. They – I think they are gangsters – grabbed me from the street and put me in this room.

I cried the first few days, but I calmed down soon. Actually, this is much better than my whole previous life. I was neglected by my parents and lived almost alone on the streets, always dirty, hungry, often beaten and raped several times. Now, for the first time in my life, I am clean (I can shower anytime I want), well fed, I sleep on a big soft mattress, I have several big plushies to cuddle and a nice big tablet with lots of games, cartoons and music (no internet of course). Through the window I can see a beautiful forest (the window does not open). I cannot go outside, the door does not even have a knob on the inside, but I do not want to. My new life is pure magic.

And in exchange for all that, they just fuck me a few times a day (it’s actually many times a day sometimes). Well, it was uncomfortable at first, but now I am getting used to it. I was not a virgin, but my little holes were just too tight for their big cocks, especially my ass and deep throat. But my holes were stretched nicely in a few weeks and since then it was all pure pleasure for me. I started to like the smell and taste of sperm because I taste it so often. After fucking I always clean and wipe my holes with my fingers and palm and lick off all the sperm before taking a shower.

They never hit me or rape me. They seem to want me to like them, to crave sex with them, to be happy and lustful, and to get my orgasms. And I sincerely do all that.

I just feel lonely sometimes. They come at any time of the day or night, without warning, in pairs or groups. Sometimes they are tired and grumpy and smell of blood; sometimes they are funny, drunk and just horny. But they never come to chat, just to fuck me in all the holes until they are exhausted. And after that they leave immediately, only staying a short time to bring food, see if I need anything (like changing the sheets), take the dishes and lock the door behind them.

I am not complaining, it’s so pleasant, but I could really use a friend here.

***

They brought another girl. They just pushed her in gently and locked the door. Oh, and they even left another tablet for her to play. So sweet of them.

The girl immediately crawled into a corner, shaking, crying, and trying to hide her nakedness. (Oh, I forgot to mention. Of course I am always naked here, they took my dirty torn clothes when they brought me here. Really, I don’t need any clothes.) I looked at her with interest. A little girl, maybe a year younger than me. Very thin, dirty, with some old scars and bruises. Poor little thing, she obviously had no better life than me.

I approached her carefully and sat down next to her. She tried to crawl further into the corner, but there was nowhere to go. I gently hugged her and stroked her hair. She stopped shaking and crying. “Don’t worry,” I whispered, “they won’t hurt you.” She looked at me with big eyes and sobbed from time to time.

“I am Mira. And who are you?”

“My name is Nika,” and she sobbed again. “What is this place? Why am I here?”

I explained everything to her. I told her that we are lucky girls because these gangsters treat us very well, give us everything we want except freedom (but who needs freedom anyway?). All they want in return is our body to satisfy their lust. She was not convinced. She started to cry again.

“Well,” I said, “come take a shower and eat something. You’ll feel better.”

She reluctantly followed me, and I washed her slowly and gently, every inch of her little trembling body, her hair (it will be so lush and beautiful when she grows up), all the folds of her body and her cavities. She started shaking and crying again, but I calmed her down and told her that she had to be perfectly clean from now on, and that it felt so good to be so clean.

Then I fed her. She ate ravenously. (I told you I always have plenty of food here in the refrigerator.) I poured her a big glass of chocolate milk (high in calories) and told her to drink it. She did not have to be asked twice.

After eating, she got dizzy and I put her on the mattress. She fell asleep immediately. I crawled next to her, pressed my body against hers, cuddled. It felt wonderful, so much better than plushies… Soon I was asleep too.

***

In the evening they came for us. I woke up first and saw them standing over us. The poor girl panicked again. She jumped out of bed and tried to run to the corner.

“Don’t touch her yet, okay?” I asked them. “Let her get used to it.” And to her: “Watch me, Nika, watch what I do. It’s actually so fun and pleasant…”

And she watched with big eyes, trembling and biting her lips, clutching a plushy close to her as they fucked me in all the holes. First one after the other, then two at once – in the pussy and the ass, and one in the mouth (deep throat). I showed her how I sucked and licked their cocks and balls, how I massaged them with my palms, and how I helped them finish. I moaned, shook and screamed with pleasure more than usual, trying to impress her with all the pleasure we can get from sex. The men were certainly impressed and pleased.

When they left, I lay on my back for a while, smiling broadly and cleaning my holes of sperm, as I always do. Then I went to the bathroom to wash and comb my hair (Nika, remember to wash and keep yourself clean after sex, okay?) Finally, I joined her on the bed.

“See, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” I asked her. “Tomorrow you will try it yourself. Believe me, you’ll like it.”

“Um…” She was shaking. “But why are they doing this to us?”

“Oh, they are gangsters and they kidnap girls. But I heard them talking about how they choose very special girls for this – girls who would like to have sex with them. Or… are you asking why they have sex at all? Well, because it feels so good!” I giggled.

She did not laugh and continued to shake. I hugged her, kissed her neck and whispered in her ear: “Don’t be afraid. Tomorrow you will like it, trust me.”

“I… I had sex several times. I was so terrible…” She sobbed. “So painful, so disgusting…”

I hugged her.

“It was a very wrong kind of sex, Nika. You were raped. I know what I am saying, I was raped too. It’s completely different here, believe me.”

“Will they… rape me here too?”

“No, no! Here you will learn true sex, you will love it and long for it. They never rape us, they like it when we like it. Trust me, tomorrow will be the best day of your life.”

She sobbed again.

“Come on, let’s sleep. Everything will be fine tomorrow.”

We cuddled, I held her hand in mine and kissed her neck until she calmed down. We both slept peacefully that night.

***

Tomorrow we woke up, showered, ate and cuddled when they came, four men this time. I kissed and hugged Nika once more and left her on the mattress.

“It’s your time now,” I whispered to her, and to them: “Do it slowly and carefully, okay? She is so tight. Remember how I was in the beginning…”

They grinned and started unbuttoning. Nika shivered and looked at me desperately.

“Hold my hand, please…”

“Of course.” I sat next to her, holding her hand and watching with great interest. I had never seen anyone get fucked before.

They started very gently, not trusting her right away, but warming her up first. They played with her little nipples and clitoris, caressed her, kissed and licked her whole body, from ears to toes. She trembled and whimpered, but gradually relaxed and enjoyed it. One of them began to caress her slit with his fingers, then inserted a finger into her wet vagina, then two. She sobbed, but more from surprise than pain. She was no virgin after all.

“You’re going to feel so good now,” I whispered to her.

She nodded and closed her eyes as the first man spread her legs wide, stretched her labia to the sides and began to slowly enter her. He had a big, long dick and he pushed slowly, so it took almost a minute before he was completely inside. They both gasped, she from being so stretched and he from being so tightly held by her.

He began to move inside her, slowly at first, then faster and faster, holding her hands above her head and kissing her. Her sweet little face was contorted with fear, discomfort and unknown pleasure. The pleasure slowly won. She curled her toes and breathed heavily.

I watched intently. She was so small compared to him, spread out so helplessly, pinned to the mattress by his heavy male body… I felt myself aroused by this sight. I never thought how attractive I could look when I get fucked by men! No wonder they are always so horny with me!

Meanwhile, her moans grew louder and longer. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

“It feels… good…” She smiled through her tears.

“I told you so!” I squeezed her hand tighter.

And soon she screamed in her first real orgasm, pure joy and no pain. The man jerked and came inside her. When he pulled out, she remained motionless on the mattress, smiling, breathing heavily and staring blankly at the ceiling.

Another man was already standing over her, ready to enter her.

“Wait, wait…” I knelt in front of her pussy and licked it clean. It’s so much better than cleaning my own hole myself! Nika moaned with pleasure.

The men were so aroused by the sight of me licking Nika, my thin ass raised, that one of them immediately penetrated me, and I moaned, feeling roasted by his cock.

The next man entered Nika. This time she accepted him easily and moaned loudly again, wrapping her thin legs around his hips.

This time it took longer. They changed positions several times, penetrating us in different positions, one after the other, giving us time to rest and recover. Nika learned to lick me clean, too, and it felt so good!

When they left we laughed, waved and asked them to come back soon.

***

Three months passed. We became very close friends with Nika, we cuddled, we talked a lot (it turned out that we really were so much alike), we discovered all the ways we could give each other orgasms. Nika gained some healthy fat, her bruises disappeared, her hair grew longer and she became even prettier than me.

We welcomed the men who came to us, happily served them together and always licked each other clean after sex. Life was pure paradise.

Then we were rescued. At least that was what the police said when they broke in, gave us clothes and led us out. For a while, we were put in a room that wasn’t much different from the one we had before, we were examined by doctors and interrogated several times. We both insisted that we were well taken care of, that nothing had happened to us, that we had a wonderful life and that we wanted to go back to it. They shook their heads, said something about Stokholm’s Syndrome and did not return us to the nice men.

Instead, we were sent to an orphanage. The building was big, bright and colorful, the beds were soft, the food was good, adults cared about us, and there were dozens of boys and girls to make friends with. Fortunately, they didn’t separate me and Nika, because we were like sisters to each other.

The only things we missed were nudity and sex. The orphanage rules prohibited both, but we were patient and cunning. First, we gained permission to live barefoot and without underwear by simply taking off our shoes and panties whenever we were left unsupervised. They patiently put them back on, but our patience was infinite, and we won. We allowed them to put gowns on us for the time being, total nudity could wait. Sex was more important at that time.

We found a secluded corner, learned to moan softly, licked and fingered each other thoroughly, and made sure the adults didn’t catch us. It wasn’t as good as sex with men, but it was something. Unfortunately, the boys could rarely sneak away from adult supervision, but at least we could have sex with each other.

Now we wanted to show others how good it could be. The kids in the orphanage had also had hard lives, some of them had been raped, but no one knew how good sex could be when it was done right. We wanted to change that.

***

We started with the girls in our dorm. We weren’t monitored at night (only the hallways had cameras), and we wanted to take full advantage of that. We organized a secret lesbian club – once a week at midnight we would wake someone up and invite them to join us, quietly so as not to wake anyone else. Those who agreed would gather quietly in a bed and watch what we were doing, and then they would join us.

They learned how to kiss, how to caress, how to finger and lick each other. Also how to moan softly into a pillow. Some were shy at first, some resisted, but we persuaded them all. Now we had sex orgies every night in different beds. In two months we’d converted our whole room and started spreading the word to other rooms.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t recruit boys yet. Boys slept separately and were watched not to mix with girls, and sneaking into their rooms meant risking expulsion. So we had to wait a while.

Soon the adults noticed the changes in us girls. We became happier, more confident, more assertive, and more caring for each other. The adults attributed this to their educational progress. We giggled quietly and did not disappoint them.

***

In two months, we found a way to sneak into the boys’ dorm. We weren’t watched all the time, so it was possible to visit a boys’ dorm during the day. All we had to do was hide under their beds (and the boys were happy to cover us) and ask our roommates to make our blankets look like we were sleeping under them (and they were happy to help after we promised they would be next, taking turns with the boys).

Everything went off without a hitch. We had a wonderful night orgy with all the boys in the dorm, about as good as we had with the gangsters. After that we taught others, and at nights the orphanage turned into a real brothel, just quiet and innocent looking.

We still waited for the adults to find out, but they didn’t suspect a thing. They attributed the growing popularity of boys among girls to hormones and rivalry.

***

There is a family who wants to adopt us! They are nice people, they came several times to visit us, they agreed not to separate me from Nika and they accepted our custom of living barefoot and without underwear (our nudity could still be a surprise for them…).

So one day they signed the papers and took us to their home. The first thing we saw when we arrived were their sons, two of them, about 17 years old. We had heard about them, of course, but we hadn’t imagined how good-looking, muscular and grown-up they were!

I exchanged glances with Nika.

“I bet we will seduce both of them in two weeks!” I whispered.

“I bet we can do it in a week!” she replied.

We giggled. Then we smiled innocently at the boys and went to our new home.

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