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She rebelled because it was all she knew how to do. She fought back against a system that did not understand or listen to her. She got in trouble, mixed with the wrong crowd and as she had told the police the last time she had been brought back to this place; “this wasn’t the life I chose or wanted.” Years later she would think about that night and about how she did not really know how she ended up where she did, or what had happened with complete clarity. She would remember bits in dreams, and see things that she had no memory of but that she knew was from that night. It all just seemed to be a series of strange happenstances, and for the most part a black emptiness where memories had been, but she would agree that it had shaped her life considerable. “Abby. Abby. Abby.” The sound of knocking came from her outside her door, and interrupted Abby just as her soft but harsh and irregular breathing, coupled with the hum of the muzak, had brought her close to the peak of her pleasure. She pressed her eyes closed and then exhaled into the room—close but not close enough—and she withdrew her hand dissatisfied from inside her underwear and in response to the knocking turned up the volume on her remote so that the music from her stereo drowned it out. She looked up at the cracked plaster that snaked across her roof and she let her breathing come back to her; and then she got back up from her bed and walked back over to the mirror where she stared at herself as she swayed. She toyed with the ends of her hair and watched the reflection looking back at her. She was pretty in a plain sort of way and that was all she had. Her head still hurt and her memories were vague as if they were part of a dream that was fragmented and missing in places. Her black playsuit with the gold mask hanging from it was still hung up on her wardrobe and she the dull throbbing in both of her loins and soreness between her thighs was slowly starting to subside. She looked at herself again and she contorted her face so that it looked like it would deconstruct in an attempt at remembering. “Abby. Abby—” came the knocking again from the door but she ignored it. She sighed hard and probed at her memories. As the knocking on the door outside intensified she looked at her reflection and she thought— It was now small Thursday and she tried to think back to a few days ago when she had met the man who had shown her the thing that now served as an empty void that stalked and plagued this young girls mind. To the revered reader this lapse in memory is not something succinctly expressed and so I take you back to a few days ago anal where the start of this memory void began. It was in Milton’s—the most exclusive and select gentleman’s club in the city—on Park Place just off St James’s Street where the membership requirements stated that you needed to show at least £10,000,000 in cash or gilt-edged securities and which only allowed a maximum of 500 members on its books. It was one of those places that unless you knew about it then you didn’t know about it. A place of rich elitism and politico where men talked current affairs over brandy whilst sat in armchairs and it was said that the cellars of Milton’s stocked some of the most rare and expensive brandy in the world. Abby did not drink brandy though, and she did not know about Milton’s until the night she first entered through its sleek but well hidden doors. She was not a girl who knew about gentlemen’s clubs in the expensive part of town. She did not even know this town at all. A spate of bad behaviour and mixing in with the wrong crowd had meant that social services had decided to relocate Abby for what they said was her own benefit. They had told her a load of things she did not really understand tits and said a load of things with ‘risk’ in them when she had been moved, saying things like she was considered ‘high risk’ and a ‘flight risk’ and at ‘serious risk of C.S.E’ because she was young and pretty and reckless. They knew she went out and met up with older men for sex in exchange for money and that she regularly got into trouble so they had given her a curfew and called the Police if she breached it. They though she was doing it here. That was not necessarily true though. She felt stifled in this place and by these people and she needed to get out and sometimes she just wandered the streets and if things happened then she usually just rolled with whatever it was. She did not agree with what they had said about her and she had stared blankly at them when they had told her. Abby did not see the benefit of being moved three hundred miles away from everyone and everything she had ever known and she had been up front about it with her carers when she had first Hardcore arrived—“You can’t keep me here.” But they had. She had been in this place for over a month now and had tried, threesome and failed, to get back home several times since then. The police here, she thought, seemed to know what they were doing. It was on one of the nights that Abby had disappeared from the supported living, which was her prison, that she had properly discovered this place. Juliana's fully naked and slender body was splayed out on the bed. A hand grabbed her by the hair pulling her up and then she seen a burly man and he said you are going to pay for taking my sisters man and Lynne felt something slam into her face threesome and she was blacking out and she heard Bill Scream the name ROGER and the hand that held her was torn away as the two bodies collided and rolled to the ground and Lynne blacked out. Then she swept past me, blocked from my sight for a moment by her father—the husband Hardcore of the woman sucking on my girl-dick. His cock still twitched in my small mouth as he stammered. what is your name?” If all the men watching…” she flashed her eyes wide at Becki. And a sucking mouth underneath. Believe me, we won't get caught." I groaned as my jizz erupted. I stopped fucking her so that I didn’t cum, but continued to play with her gorgeous breasts. “You love that dick in your naughty cunt,” my wife moaned. Pain. She had three close friends. “You, little dumpling who wants to be a nurse but can’t even look at a penis. I tie them both to trees. “OH, I don’t want to be any trouble,” she says. They booked the train tickets and got the reservation. This time he pushed two fingers hard against the material of her panties forcing the material with the tips of his fingers slightly inside between her pussy lips and in a low menacing tone said, "Roger was so right about you Holly, despite tits all your begging for me to stop, your body is aroused and you're soaking wet." At least, that's how I looked at it for a long time. “If I edit you, I can unlock something new in my phone.” I stand up to let Cathy move over and as she move says “ careful you will take someones eye out with that" with a giggle. She shrieked, and turned and ran from the office, trying to cover her pussy with one hand and her ass with the other. He continued his oral onslaught on her pussy and clit. And she disturbingly hears herself saying Jill gave Tina’s name but the person we were speaking with had no information about Tina. We did anal agree on eight-ounce prime filets and a side of scalloped potatoes to share. My room’s down the next hall.” Pulling it out and letting it snap back in place.