Almost a week had passed since I had got Jenna hooked on heroin as well as cocaine and fucked her in the arse. She was completely naked, on her knees between the table and the couch, my shaft in her hands and my knob in her mouth – as she had been for almost the entire week. We had only slept one or two times throughout the week and spent the rest of our time screwing, snorting and showering.
Jenna’s saliva dripped down my cock, through her fingers, and into my pubes while she sucked and slurped on my cock. It was heaven, only better, a heaven full of sin, drugs, and a teenage slut.
It was crazy how much Jenna had learned throughout our short time together. Already she gave a blowjob like a pro, flicking her wrist as she jerked my shaft and keeping her mouth in a constant state of a vacuum. Her ability to learn almost made me regret what I had turned her into. If she could master being a slut so quick, I wondered what noble and glorious thing she might have been able to master had she been able to live her life out like she had planned. But then I just remembered how sexy her little teen body was, how tight her cute little cunt was and how much of a stuck up bitch she had been before I tamed her, and I felt no remorse or regret whatsoever.
I was getting close to finishing, close to filling Jenna’s mouth with my dirty old man seed, so I slapped her hands away from my cock, grabbed the back of her head and pulled it down so my dick was in her throat. Jenna gagged and heaved. Her hands – dripping with her spit – slapped my knees and tried to push her mouth off me but I was too strong Jenna had no choice but to make me cum as soon as possible.
She stopped pushing against my legs and dug her nails into my skin instead. Jenna sucked with everything she had in her, like a little eighteen year old hurricane, so hard that her cheeks imploded and formed dimples.
I blew my load in the back of Jenna’s throat. Shot after shot of my white hot cum flew into her mouth and stomach. So much of it that Jenna gagged and coughed and cried. She pulled her head back, off my cock, and spat some of my cum out into her palm. Three thick strings of my seed dangled from her chin.
Jenna’s watery eyes alternated between the pool of cum in her hand and my own eyes.
I nodded at her palm. “Be a good girl Jenna, eat your breakfast.”
Jenna nodded but she didn’t look like she approved her command. Still, she lifted her hand to her mouth and slurped my cum down like it was hot soup.
“Good girl,” I said and patted my lap. “Come up here.”
Jenna wiped her chin clean with the back of her hand and stood up between my legs. Then she turned around, put her hands on my knees and sat in my lap, like a naked and naughty girl telling Santa what she wanted for christmas.
I picked the straw up from beside me and passed it over Jenna’s shoulder. She smiled and snatched the straw from my hand and then leaned forward to snort one of the pre-prepared lines from the table. I put my hands on her hips and stared at the top of her arse crack as she went about her line.
When she was done snorting, Jenna dropped the straw on the table and threw her head back in ecstacy. She leaned back against me so my chest was flush with her spine and her head rested next to mine on my shoulder.
“Oh my God…” Jenna slurred, her voice blissful and relaxed. “Fucking hell….”
Jenna turned to me, giggled and then kissed my cheek. She put an arm around my head, giggled again, and kissed my cheek a few more times.
“I think I’m in love with you.” Jenna said in her teenage voice.
I scoffed. “No Jenna. You’re just in love with the drugs. You ain’t nothing but a little teenage cokewhore.”
Jenna laughed, arched her back forward and sighed. “Nuh-uh.”
Then she turned around so she was sitting across my lap instead of on it.
“I mean it.” Jenna said. “I love you.”
Jenna kept turning until our chests faced each other and were pressed together and she had a knee on either side of my thighs. Her tiny tits felt great when they were squashed against my body, so great that blood started to fill my cock again.
Jenna pushed her fingers through my hair and then wrapped her arms around my head.
“Seriously,” she said. “I mean it. I love you.”
Jenna kissed me and propped herself up so my boner rose up and grazed her pussy. Jenna sat back down on my cock, grabbed my shoulders and whispered as she slowly rode me up and down.
“Love me. Love me. Love me. Oh, yes, please, love me.”
I’d fuck Jenna forever but I’d never love her. She was nothing but a tool to me, an asset, something I used to get off with and further my own interests – which I would do later on this evening…
I had never met a man in my business who shied away from a barely legal teenage girl. We were all as decrepit and depraved as each other. And tonight, when my supplier and his mates came over to drop off my shipment, I would use Jenna and her tight teenage body to get a discount.
I didn’t care if another man (or a few of them) fucked Jenna and the discount would likely only be a one time thing (nothing in the grand overall scheme of my illegal business) but, well, I just didn’t love or even care for Jenna at all, and her purity and innocence was worth less to me than even a single dollar…
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I didn’t tell Jenna my supplier, Mick, and his henchmen were dropping by so when there was a knock on my back door, Jenna jumped and freaked out. In addition to her week-long drug bender, I had been pumping her full of alcohol all day and she was on edge.
“Who the fuck is that?!” She stood between me and the table, staring over the couch at the back door.
I stood up and pushed Jenna in her seat. “Shut up and be cool.”
I moved toward the back door but stopped about halfway there and looked back over at Jenna. “Seriously, I mean it. Don’t do anything without my permission. And do whatever I say without argument. Okay?”
Jenna sat up and picked her drink off the table but didn’t answer.
“Jenna,” my voice was stern and serious. “What did I just say?”
Jenna sipped her drink through a straw. “To only do what you say. Pretty much what I’ve done for the last week.”
She set her drink back down on the table and I moved back toward the door.
“Gentlemen,” I said after opening the door. “Come in.”
I moved aside and gestured over at the couch. My supplier, Mick, and two of his bodyguards came through the door and over to the couch. They all stared at Jenna sitting on the couch. Blatantly and intently. It was easy to see that they made Jenna uncomfortable. She couldn’t even meet their eyes, just bowed her head and looked down at her hands on her knees.
“And what do we have here, eh?” Mick stopped a foot in front of Jenna and smirked.
I moved around to the bar and made up a few drinks. “Just a friend.”
Mike sat down next to Jenna and made sure his leg was pressed up against hers. “A friend huh? I wonder if she will be my friend too.”
Mike played with Jenna’s hair and then took a deep breath. Jenna leaned away from Mike but was too intimidated and scared to actually get up and run from him. She closed her eyes and held the tears back. I left the bar with four drinks and put them down on the table.
“Jenna,” I made sure my voice was stern and reassuring. “Mike and I need to discuss a little business. Why don’t you go make yourself a drink.”
Jenna looked up at me and thanked me with her eyes. She stood up as fast as she could and waddled away from Mike over to the bar. Mike laughed and stared at her arse as she went.
When Jenna was behind Mike and out of his sight, he leaned forward and picked up his drink. “She legal, mate?”
“It’s complicated,” I picked a drink up and sat down opposite him, on the couch on the other side of the table. “She’s old enough to fuck but not to drink.”
Mike smirked. “The perfect age.”
I nodded and gestured at Mike’s henchmen to take a drink and a seat. They looked at Mike for confirmation. Mike nodded and they sat down on the end of the couch with a drink.
I looked over my glass at Jenna, making her own drink behind the bar. She looked so small and weak that I was surprised to see her even lift the bottle of vodka and pour a shot out into her glass. She was wearing a tight pair of light blue jeans and an even tighter white singlet.
I nodded at Jenna and looked at Mike. “What’s she worth to you?”
“Her?” Mike looked over his shoulder and then back at me with a huge smile. “Well, lets just say that if you can get her to suck my cock, then you won’t be needing your wallet for this transaction.”
“Oh, Mike, I can do a lot more than that.” I finished my drink and put it down on the table. “Jenna.” I whistled after I said her name.
Jenna almost jumped. The vodka she was pouring spilled over the bar and her eyes flung to mine.
“It feels a little dull in here. Why don’t you put some music on and dance for us?”
“Yes sir.” Jenna put the bottle of vodka down and went over to the stereo. She pressed play and then came over to dance beside the table. She was still visibly nervous and too afraid to meet Mike’s eyes and she danced languidly.
I cleared my throat. “Come on Jen, let loose. We both know you can dance more sensually than that.”
Jenna had stopped dancing altogether while I was speaking. When I finished, she cleared her throat and got back into it. Jenna forced her face up and looked at the four older men around her, one at a time. She moved her hips like they were liquid, seductively rolling them from side to side. She also lifted her arms up into the air and her singlet rose up and revealed her tight and toned teenage stomach, adorned with her sexy little belly button piercing.
Me, Mike and his two bodyguards/henchmen stared at Jenna and watched her body with fascination. Jenna’s eyes moved between us, weary, worried, vulnerable.
Mike soon had had enough watching and got up. Jenna’s immediate instinct was to run away, that much I could see, but she overcame the instinct and merely jerked. She bowed her head and kept dancing.
Mike slowly approached her, like a shark trailing its prey. His body bumped into her’s and he slid his arms down around Jenna’s hips. This was the tipping point for Jenna. She shrieked, threw Mike’s hands off her body and came over to me.
Mike laughed and sat back down. Jenna glared at him,
“Perv!” Jenna screamed and spat over the table at Mike.
Her saliva didn’t make it over but it was still enough to anger me. Jenna had just reached my tipping point. I grabbed her wrist and yanked her down into my lap. Jenna yelped and collapsed. As soon as she was on me, my hands were around her. I manhandled her until she was laying across my lap. I kept one hand on the top of her spine, holding her down in position.
I spanked Jenna. Hard. She screamed and squirmed and squealed.
“Shut up!” I yelled back. “All I do is look after you, support you and give you free things and this is how you treat my guests!? You filthy fucking stuck up junkie whore!”
I spanked Jenna again. This time, she didn’t scream but her cries became louder and more pained.
“I’m sorry!” Jenna pleaded, her voice strained with tears. “I’m sorry!”
“You’re a greedy selfish skank!” I ripped Jenna’s jeans down to her knees and spanked her even harder.
Jenna screamed and howled and wiggled around.
“Are you really sorry?” I asked.
Jenna needed a moment to finish crying but then yelled: “Yes! I am. I swear I am. I’m sorry!”
I moved my hand off Jenna’s back. She lay over my lap a few seconds longer like a see-saw, crying. Mike and his mates watched with anticipation. I looked up at them and winked.
Jenna started to push herself up off my lap. I grabbed her again and turned her around so she was sitting in my lap.
“If my guests want to touch you, they can touch you.” I leaned over Jenna’s shoulder and spoke into her ear. “If my guests want to see you, they can undress you.” I grabbed Jenna’s singlet at the bottom and ripped it up over her head. “My guests can do whatever the hell they want to you and you will let them because you’re just a little junkie slut who will do anything for her fix, alright?” I pushed Jenna off my lap and onto the table between Mike and me.
Jenna landed on her stomach and quickly pushed herself up as if the tabletop were a stove. She had no bra on and her little tits flopped around. And her jeans were still pulled down to her knees.
“What are you?” I asked in a stern voice.
Jenna cried.
“Jenna,” I said again, even more stern. “What are you?”
Jenna sobbed and sniffled a few more times. “A little junkie slut.”
“Good. Now, if you ever want to get high again then you get over there and show my guest Mike how sorry you are!” I kicked Jenna’s arse and she fell forward back onto her stomach.
With her face flat against the table Jenna cried and then languidly pushed herself back up and crawled to the edge. She stood up and then sat down on Mike’s lap, head on his shoulder and her legs over the other side of his legs, like a little girl hugging her dad.
“I’m sorry.” Jenna cried on Mike’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean to be so rude. You can do whatever you want to me.”
Mike looked at me, stunned by the control I had over this sexy little teenage slut. Then he turned back to Jenna and hugged her.
“It’s alright little gi… – It’s Jenna, right?”
Jenna nodded and wiped her eyes.
“It’s alright Jenna.” Mike said. “I might just help you out of these jeans so you can be a little more comfortable though.”
Mike peeled Jenna’s jeans the rest of the way down her legs so she was only wearing her thin little panties.
“Does that feel better now Jenna?” Mike asked.
Jenna sobbed and closed her eyes but nodded.
Mike put his hand on Jenna’s panties. “Now what about these Jenna? Do you want these off too?”
“If you want.” Jenna’s voice was weak and barely audible.
“No, no, Jen.” Mike said. “It’s not what I want, it’s what you want, remember? Now, do you want to keep your panties on or get high later?”
Jenna let go of Mike and reached down to peel her panties down her smooth white legs. She choked back some tears as she wiggled her legs to let her panties fall the rest of the way. Jenna stepped out of them one leg at a time while Mike and his two guards watched as her tight little cunt revealed itself to them for the first time.
“Wow,” Mike sounded genuinely stunned. “Ain’t that something?”
Jenna didn’t say anything, just shrugged and looked down in shame. Mike put his hand over Jenna’s stomach and on her hip. His hand moved up her tight body and cupped one of her little teenage tits. Jenna grimaced but didn’t make a sound of protest.
Mike looked over at me with a smile as large as his cock must have been. “I feel like I should be paying you for this. No amount of drugs seem worth this.”
He looked back at Jenna, still afraid to meet his eyes. I stood up and headed toward the bar for a refill.
“Nonsense. There’s nothing special about a slutty crackwhore. They know they’re only good for one thing too.” I stopped beside the couch Mike and Jenna were on. “Isn’t that right Jen?”
Jenna closed her eyes and clenched her face to stop the tears from coming. Her head fell forward and she had to bite her lip. When she recovered from her little episode though, she nodded. I moved back toward the bar and watched Mike pat some of Jenna’s hair behind her ear.
“Come on then, baby,” Mike said. “Why don’t you show me how good of a whore you are.”
Jenna silently cried and then languidly stood up and dropped to her knees. She still refused to meet Mike’s eyes but reached for his belt buckle. Mike leaned back and stared at the naked eighteen year old on the ground in front of him.
Jenna got Mike’s cock out, glared at it, and then looked away as she took it in her hand and started to move her hand up and down. Mike moaned and threw his head back. Jenna stared vacantly at the empty seat on the couch beside her and jerked him off. I made myself a drink and watched the show.
When I had met Jenna she had had everything that I had never had. She had a good family, good looks, a good education, a good future, potential. She had been one of those girls you just knew would wind up being a high class lawyer or doctor or something, married to some stud of a man – an actor, CEO or musician or whatever. She had been one of those people who would never have to face hardship, who would get everything they ever wanted, live the life most ordinary people could only dream of living.
And now look at her. What I had turned her into. A slut. A fiend. A play thing for me and the other low lifes I hang around with. I had turned her dream of a life into a nightmare and that gave me more satisfaction than keeping Jenna’s tight and gorgeous little teen body to myself ever could.
I moved back to my seat opposite Jenna and Mike for a better view.
“Spit on it.” Mike said, his voice commanding and stern.
A jolt ran through Jenna’s body and she stopped moving completely. Mike lifted his head up off the couch and looked at her. Jenna’s body almost seemed to implode as she leaned/fell forward over Mike’s cock. She held his shaft with one hand and used her other hand to brush some hair behind her ear and keep it out of the way. Jenna opened her mouth and a line of saliva drooled out of her mouth. It hovered there while Jenna lined it up with Mike’s cock and made sure her aim was correct. Then she spat. An awkward and feeble gesture. It was evident that a high society girl like Jenna never spat, especially on some old drug dealer’s dick.
Mike grinned and stared at the top of Jenna’s head. Jenna quickly looked up at him to see if she had followed his command properly. Mike immediately nodded at his dick and Jenna’s face flung back down. She grabbed his cock and started to jerk it, the sound of her spit filling the room.
A few minutes later, Mike leaned forward and put a finger under Jenna’s chin and lifted her face up to his.
“Alright Jenny,” Mike said, “suck it.”
Mike moved his finger out from under Jenna’s chin and her whole face fell down and smashed into her chest, as if Mike’s finger had been the only thing holding her face up. Her whole body was slack and her shoulders slouched forward.
Mike sat back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Or don’t. You know, if you don’t want to get high…”
Sobs reverberated through Jenna’s body and she lifted her hands up to wipe her eyes. When her eyes were dry, Jenna reached for Mike’s cock and used it to pull herself forward, over his lap. She opened her mouth, lowered it, and took Mike’s cock in as far as she could.
I moved to the side to get a better view and saw a tear fall from Jenna’s eye. Jenna moved her mouth back and off Mike’s cock. She gasped and cried and used her hands to wipe her eyes again.
“Good boss?” The guard sitting next to Mike asked.
Mike looked over at him and smiled. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Mike nodded at Jenna and then looked back down at her and patted her head like a dog. “You don’t mind that, do ya girl? Taking care of my boy too? Hell, a little slut like you probably loves it, am I right?”
Jenna looked down and nodded. The guy next to Mike undid his own belt and fly and pulled his cock out. Jenna shuffled toward him on her knees.
“Uh-uh.” Mike grabbed Jenna’s shoulder and pulled her back. “You can’t forget about me though. Gotta take care of us at the same time, alright? Now get up here. Sit on my lap.”
Jenna’s eyes flew from Mike’s to mine. She stared at me, tears welling in her the corner of her eyes, begging me to help her out of this situation. I lifted my glass to my lips and took a sip. Jenna looked down at the ground and got up onto her feet.
“Ooooooo, yeah.” Mike said and then grabbed Jenna’s hips and spun her around. “Turn around for me baby.”
Jenna now faced me, tears streaming down her cheeks, as Mike pulled her down onto his lap. He pushed her hips up and shoved his cock inside her tight little cunt. Jenna’s body reacted to the intrusion how you would expect – tensing and jerking and thrashing about – but her face was vacant and emotionless.
Mike put a hand around Jenna’s neck and pulled her body against his and whispered into Jenna’s ear as he fucked her. “Fuck, for a little slut like you, you’re pretty tight.”
Then he looked at his mate beside him and nodded. The guard with his cock out got up and went to stand behind the couch, just to the side of Mike. Mike, his hand still violently wrapped around Jenna’s neck, thrust Jenna’s face at the man’s cock. Jenna looked at the cock poking over the back of the couch and then up at the man. She opened her mouth and the man shoved himself inside of her. Jenna shrieked but only a whisper made it out before the man’s cock muffled the sound.
I watched as the two older men had their way with the not-so-long-ago high society teen. Jenna was essentially a ragdoll being pushed around, her body never moving of its own volition. Mike had let go of her neck and played with her tiny tits as he fucked her. Jenna was so light and petite that her hips and whole body recoiled everytime Mike thrust inside her. The guy behind Mike had a handful of Jenna’s hair on each side of her head and face fucked her. I heard Jenna’s breath huffing out of her noise and the sounds of her spit as the man fucked her face but that was it. She made no sound or no movement other than the basic requirements to sustain life, just sat there like a vegetable who couldn’t do anything but let these two criminals have their way with her.
The guy behind Mike let go of Jenna’s hair and then pushed her face cheek-down on the couch and fucked her faster, faster, faster. Mike let go of Jenna’s tits and grabbed her legs under the knee. He lifted them up to shoulder height and fucked Jenna harder, harder, harder. Her tits and feet bounced and flung around like small plants in a tornado.
The couch creaked, there was an erratic but constant pounding of skin on skin, and a slimy wet sound from Jenna’s bodily fluids.
I looked between Jenna’s spread and raised legs, at the cock surging in and out of her little cunt. Her pussy lips gripped Mike dick like they were glued to it. It was like watching someone try to pull a nail out of a piece of wood that had contracted over the years and become tighter and smaller than the metal holding it open.
“Fuck,” Mike groaned and fucked Jenna harder. “You are so fucking tight!”
As I stared at Jenna’s pussy being ravished by a man who was over twice her age, thick white globs started to rain down out of her lips and onto Mike’s shaft. I was so used to being the one cumming inside Jenna’s little cunt that it took me a moment to realise that was what Mike was doing – the second man to ever fuck and cum inside of Jenna.
Almost in sync, as it was rehearsed, the guy behind Mike started to groan and moan. He pushed Jenna’s face harder into the couch and shoved his cock inside her mouth as far as it could go, until her lips were flush with his abdomen. He howled while his seed filled Jenna’s mouth and throat.
Throughout all of it, Jenna just lay there, a leaf powerless to fight the raging winds around her, an injured mouse in a cat’s mouse, defeated, vulnerable, at the cat’s mercy.
The guy behind Mike ripped his cock out of Jenna’s mouth and shuffled back until he was leaning against the bar. Jenna didn’t move and kept her face on the couch. Mike gasped and recovered and then pushed Jenna off of him onto the spare seat beside him. Jenna did nothing to break her fall and collapsed on the edge of the couch. She reached for her mouth and pulled a few of the man’s public hairs out and then just lay there.
No one spoke for a few minutes. Until Mike looked over his shoulder at the guy who had face fucked Jenna. “Go get the product. This man has earned it today.”
Mike looked over at me, smiled, and then turned to Jenna curled up in the foetal position beside him. He touched her arse. She didn’t move.
“We could use a cheerleader like her, mate.” Mike said and looked back at me. “The boy’s morale has been real low since the gang war started.”
Mike paused for a moment and then continued. “Would you ever be willing to part with such a fine piece of merchandise?”
I had always planned to plant a shit load of drugs in Jenna’s school bag when I got sick of her and call the cops. It would be great to see this little slut who had so much potential rot away inside jail. But the thought of turning this little stuck up socialite into the pet slut for a biker drug gang was an even better ending.
“How many boys, you guys got now Mike?” I asked.
Mike shrugged his shoulders. “Fifty, sixty, somewhere in between.”
I smiled and sat back. “Well it’s up to Jenna really, isn’t it?”
I turned to Jenna, on the end of the couch in the fetal position. She noticed me looking, faced me and sat up on the literal edge of the couch – hands clasped in her lap, head bowed down, shoulders slumped forward.
“What do you say?” I asked her. “You want to go live with Mike and his boys?”
Jenna’s eyes popped open as if to scream at me: ‘With these fucking low life freaks?! Are you fucking serious!?’
“You wouldn’t believe how much drugs they have, Jen.” I said. “And the variety. I think you would love it.”
Jenna’s eyes went from appalled to intrigued. She chewed her lip and looked over at Mike beside her. Mike grabbed a little baggie out of his pocket and handed it over to Jenna.
Jenna took it with both hands and stared down at it. “Do you have cocaine and heroin?”
Mike laughed. “I got everything baby. Piles of it. As far as the eye can see. The only thing we need is you.”
Jenna held her smile back. “Okay. I still have a few months before I graduate. So long as I can go home and graduate, yeah, alright.”
“Baby,” Mike said. “You can do whatever you want. Now, get dressed and I’ll show ya your new home.”
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The End
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