I had been at Dr. Border's orphanage for almost a month before they told me one Friday I would be joining five of the other girls at a party. Kendall, my roommate, was one of the five. She told me she had been to several of the parties since she had been there, which was two years. Knowing what had happened to me on my first day, I had to ask. Yes, the same thing had happened to her at 8. She had been "adopted" by the doctor and brought to the United States by him. Once here, she was told she would live as any of the other girls-a sex slave.

Anyway, I was the oldest of all the girls. Sandra was 11, and had been there six months. She had come here after her mom was sent to prison and dad was nowhere to be found. Abby was 11 and had been there three months. Her parents, like mine, were killed in a car wreck and she had no relatives that wanted her. Carla was 10, like Kendall and had been there two months. Monica was 11 and had been there just over a year. Her mom had run off when she was young, and her dad decided to sell her to pay off a gambling debt. It was from there that she came to the orphanage. The gangster she was sold to went to jail, and the judge sent her here.

On the day of the party, the day shift guys had us all go to the clinic for physicals and enemas. Then we went to the dining room. There, we were given the clothes we were supposed to wear that night. They were cheerleader uniforms. Well, that's what they were supposed to be, anyway.

The tops were a spandex material and came to just under our boobies. The skirts were pleated and very short. The "panties" that should have been a heavier material, were almost transparent panties that barely covered our butts. Ankle socks and sneakers completed the uniforms. We were all told to put our hair in a ponytail, two "doggy ears" if we could.

Since we had all been naked since the beginning, it felt a little strange to be wearing anything. We all dressed in the uniforms, then Dr. Border came in and inspected us. After giving his approval, he went over the rules.

"Girls, most of you have attended one of these parties before. Amber and Abby, I know it's your first. Please pay close attention to the rules, all of you. Any infractions and you will be punished at the party, then punished again when you return here.

"First, you must all remember your manners. You are to finish every sentence with "sir." Always remember to say "please" and "thank you" when someone asks or gives you something. This includes when you have been given a cock.

"Secondly, you will not refuse any request. Whatever the men want, the men get.

"Third, if you recognize any of the men from your life before coming here, you will not make that fact known. They know they are not to acknowledge you as well.

"Finally, put a smile on your face, and keep it there. For the girls who have done this before, you know that you can have a really good time. None of you are strangers to having sex, so nothing should be a surprise. Now, follow me girls, and we'll be on our way."

With that, he turned and we all followed him out to a van. He opened the door, and we piled into the back. Once inside, I realized all the windows were covered from the inside and there was a partition between the front and back seats. We wouldn't be able to see where we were going. This, I discovered, was routine on every trip we took outside of the orphanage.

We drove for almost an hour before Dr. Border stopped the van and shut off the engine. The side door opened and we were inside a garage. There was a man of about 40 standing by an open door. As we approached, he stepped back to let us pass, and handed each of us a number. Kendall was in the lead, and since she had done this before, I stayed close to her.

We went down a hallway to a large open room. There were a dozen men there, some dressed as basketball players, the others as football players. The guy who opened the door for us was the youngest one there. Most of the men were in their 60's, so it was a little funny to see them dressed as ball players!

Dr. Border walked in and spoke to one of the men, then left, telling us he would return later. The man he spoke to (I found out he owned the house we were in) started the show.

"Men, meet our cheerleaders. Girls, introduce yourselves to the players. Each man has a number. In a few minutes, you will go down the hall to the room with a corresponding number. Wait there for further instructions."

Still following Kendall, I made my way around the room and introduced myself behind her. Abby was sticking close to me, and the other girls were behind her. After about ten minutes of this, we were sent to our rooms.

Inside mine, there was a big bed, cameras (I was so used to cameras everywhere by now), and a door that opened to a bathroom. I stood in the middle of the room, knowing I would probably have sex, but wondering which man I would wind up with. I didn't wonder long.

The door opened and two men came in. Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith. Not original I know, but that's what they said to call them. Both were in their 50's and were surprisingly in decent physical shape. Mr. Smith had a mustache and goatee, Mr. Jones was clean shaven. He spoke first.

"Well, Amber? Is that right?" I nodded and answered with "yes sir" as I was supposed to.

"Well, Amber, you sure are a pretty girl. Have you ever been a cheerleader?"

"Thank you, sir. Yes sir. I was a pee-wee cheerleader when I was 9 and 10, then a cheerleader in middle school," I answered him.

Mr. Smith responded: "You have that look. Why don't you do some cheers for us, Amber?"

They sat on the bed and I moved to the center of the room. I remembered some simple routines I had done for tryouts. After a few jumps and kicks (showing my see-through panties for them), they seemed satisfied. I followed it up with a scorpion routine where I pulled one leg up and touched my shoulder. I hopped in a circle on one foot so they could see it from every angle.

Mr. Jones told me that was enough of that, and I should get undressed now. I peeled off the uniform and waited for further instructions, which didn't take long.

I started by sucking off each man until they came, then sucking them again until they were hard. That's when Mr. Jones told me he had won the coin toss before they walked in, so he got to choose. He wanted my pussy first.

"Yes, sir. What position would you like me to be in, sir?" I meekly answered.

Mr. Smith had laid on the bed, and was stroking his cock. Mr. Jones told me to sit on his cock, so it went into my ass, then lean back. Of course, I had been taken anally several times, but had only been double penetrated like this a couple of times. I knew I would stretch, but it was uncomfortable for me until I did. Mr. Jones opened a drawer on the bedside table and produced a bottle of lube.

"Put this on his cock and it will help you out."

I took the lube and put a LOT on his cock, hoping the more I used, the easier it would be. After I was satisfied I had him ready, I straddled and slowly lowered my ass to his cock. He was holding it up for me, and I felt it "pop" past my tight ring. I worked it up and down a couple of times, then lay backwards onto his chest. My legs were spread wide, and Mr. Jones moved between them.

Neither man was really huge (I had been with bigger guys at the orphanage), so it wasn't too bad. I wrapped my legs around Mr. Jones' waist and pulled him to me as he started to pump. Mr. Smith was playing with my boobies and Mr. Jones was just fucking. It was weird, but it felt like both cocks were touching me, even though I knew they weren't.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mr. Jones finally came. When he pulled out, he took my hands and pulled me up. Mr. Smith never pulled out. When my feet hit the floor, Mr. Jones pushed my head down so I was bent double. Knowing what was expected, I took him into my mouth once more and cleaned his cock, while Mr. Smith stood behind me and started fucking my ass until he came.

As I turned to clean him, I was thankful we had been given enemas. At least now, I couldn't taste my own shit on the guy's cock. As I was sucking him, he said we would take a break, then he would fuck my pussy.

It's funny, I know, the things I remember about that party. I sat Indian-style on the bed between the two men and we chatted about lots of different stuff. While we did, I just reached over and started playing with their cocks like it was the most natural thing in the world. When Mr. Smith was hard, I asked him what position he wanted, then lay on my back.

He lifted my legs over my shoulders as he slid his cock into me. I had started enjoying when a guy did this, because it let them go even deeper. Mr. Smith knew just what to do for me, and I could finally feel an orgasm build.

My eyes were closed as I concentrated on my own pleasure. I had wrapped my legs around Mr. Smith, and suddenly felt another body on my feet. I opened my eyes when I did, and Mr. Jones was now fucking Mr. Smith in the ass! This was different!

Pretty soon, both guys were cuming and I could feel another load splashing around inside me as my own orgasm washed over me. I squeezed down on Mr. Smith's cock and milked it of every last drop. Evidently, he was doing something similar to Mr. Jones, who was holding on and pumping his friend's ass full.

When they both pulled out, I dutifully cleaned Mr. Smith first. I wondered if I was supposed to clean Mr. Jones, but Mr. Smith beat me to it. Ok, and here I thought I had seen it all.

When they finished, they started getting dressed, and told me to take a shower, and join them in the living room. I gave them my "yes sir" response, and followed instruction.

When I entered the living room, I saw that three of the other girls were there. Kendall and Abby were the only two who hadn't arrived yet. Within a few minutes, Kendall walked in. One of the men told us to watch a large screen TV because there was something special we needed to see.

It seems one of Abby's partners wanted her to do something and she refused. She was bent over a saw horse and two men stood on either side of her. She was crying and pleading with them not to hurt her, that she would do whatever they wanted. They laughed and agreed that she would.

One man took a paddle and started spanking her naked ass. He must have hit her like 15 or 20 times. We could see it was bright red and covered in welts. The second man took some clamps with weights on them, and attached them to her nipples, then put a third clamp on her clitty. That REALLY made her scream.

After that, he used a whip between her legs while the first guy gave her another enema. He poured stuff into her for like 5 or 10 minutes before pulling the tip out and pushing a butt plug into her. He told her he had heard enough screaming and put a ball gag in her mouth.

She was now squirming, (all of us girls were I noticed) and wanting to use the bathroom. Each of us 5 girls had been pulled onto a man's lap and were being fingered while we watched. All the men were now hard, and some were using their hands, others (like me) was riding a cock and using their hand too. No one took their eyes off the screen.

Abby was finally allowed to use the bathroom, but couldn't remove the clamps or the gag. Tears were running down her face as she relieved herself, then duck-walked back to the saw horse. One man told her to get on her knees in the floor and put her head down. She obeyed and closed her eyes.

The other man walked back into the picture leading a black lab. He sniffed a couple of times, then mounted Abby. I guess he must have been doing this with girls for a while, because he got right to work. I had seen dogs mating with the girls a couple of times, but hadn't tried it myself.

Abby screamed around her ball-gag but it didn't matter. The dog had found his spot and his rhythm. He was humping hard and fast. A couple of the girls started to cum in the living room, and then I felt my orgasm hit as whoever I was riding filled me up with his sperm.

For the final show of the night, we had sucked the men until they were hard again. All five of us girls (Abby was still on TV in another room) sat in a circle on the floor with our backs touching. The men circled around us and started jacking off. As they came in front of us, we said "thank you sir for your cum" and let it land wherever it landed. When they finished, we were told to go clean up and get dressed.

When I walked back into the living room, Dr. Border was there, but the other men weren't. One by one, the girls walked in, including Abby. She was still crying, but was dressed. Dr. Border was not happy with her. His only statement was that he would take care of her when they got back. From my first night there, I knew that would include Gary with his 12" long and 2" thick cock. I'm glad I cooperated!

That's the story of my first party. Over the next few months, I attended several of those. One day, Dr. Border called me into his office to tell me I was being considered for adoption. A man would be there in a couple of hours to pick me up for the weekend. If everything went well, I could have a new home.

I'll tell you about that weekend in the next chapter. Stay tuned!