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WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read
if it's illegal for you to view adult content where
you live. The following is a work of fiction; any
similarities between actual persons and/or events is
entirely coincidental. And finally, the author does
not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a
work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if
he were to find it in a newspaper he would be sickened
and appalled.
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address (S_Bockman@Hotmail.com) appears somewhere in
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Satan's Sex Slave
the third tale from the lazy cup
by S. Bockman

Chapter Three: Daddy's Dick (Part 3/6)
(masturbation, MMf, ff, anal, incest, non-consensual)


	It was about seven in the evening when Jodie
pulled into the trailer park. She was late, but wasn't
worried about it. And besides, she'd been busy in the
forest again setting her new plan into motion. She
kind of wished she was home right now just so she
could observe the impending crisis, but she had other
things to take care of.
	After tonight, she thought, my money problems
should be over!
	She could make money several different ways, of
course, but in the end this was the quickest way she
knew how. Besides, she had plans for all the losers
who visited that coffee house, and if they were to
succeed she'd have to get "in" with them. What better
way to do so then to be their new supplier?
	The trailer park was small with narrow winding
roads that wove between the numerous beaten down old
homes. When she was younger she'd had a friend who'd
lived here at Forest Grove, and could remember asking
her mom why people lived in such squalor.
	"For some people," she'd informed the young girl,
"this is the best they can afford."
	Finally she found the lot she'd been looking for.
The trailer home which sat on it was bigger than the
other ones in the park, but it still was relatively
small. It was also an older one-rust plagued its sides
and two of its windows were boarded up as though the
glass had long ago broken. In front of the home were
three cars-one was a large gray '87 Pick-up, the
second a rather surprisingly sleek looking Lincoln
Continental no more than a year old, and the last was
a rusted-out four-door long since stripped for any
salvageable parts.
	She considered briefly bringing Dante inside with
her, but decided against it. She could take care of
herself. On the way to the trailer home's door she
wondered briefly why people who dealt in drugs lived
in such poverty... these obviously weren't the "top"
guys, but rather a stepping stone on her way towards
them.
	Her knock on the door was answered by a rather
hefty looking man wearing a wife-beater shirt. He was
balding in the front but had long oily black hair down
the back. The stubble on his meaty face suggested that
he hadn't shaved in a couple days, and his immediate
odor suggested he hadn't showered, either.
	"Yeah?" he entombed, glaring at the young woman.
	Jodie smiled. "Hi!" she said casually. "I'm
Jodie... uhm, I'm expected?"
	She tried to appear a little nervous, for their
benefit. She didn't want them to think anything
strange of her.
	The man looked past her suspiciously, at her car,
around the park. "Okay," he finally said, stepping
back to let her in.
	"Thanks!" She walked past the beefy man and was
immediately hit by the rank odor of marijuana, tobacco
smoke, and a stale smell which permeated the air. A
television was blaring and she could hear voices, but
she was being shuffled in too quickly to make out
anything distinct.
	Before she knew it she was standing in the
equivalent of a living room. It was small, about half
the size of the one at her house, but had a nice
leather couch and entertainment center. It also had a
brand new computer sitting off to the side... she
wondered at this.
	"Hey, Dirk!" the fat man bellowed, pushing past
her. "This that girl you were 'specting?"
	A man who's back had been to her looked over his
shoulder inquisitively, and his eyes went wide as soon
as they saw Jodie. His arm had been around a young
woman about her age when he stood, zipped his front
zipper, and smiled. He wasn't wearing a shirt.
	"You're Jodie?" the man asked. He was probably in
his late twenties or early thirties, and had sharp
angular features. His eyes were small which made him
seem devious, but his mouth was large and formed in a
generous smile. He had short dusty-brown hair and a
wispy moustache, and was medium built with well toned
muscles. Overall he seemed to Jodie a rather harmless
guy.
	"Yep," she smiled easily, brushing long strands
of her red hair from her face. She looked around the
room then back at him. "Nice place."
	He shook his head. "Not really, not really.... Just
a place. Oh, you've met Paul, behind you? And this is
Monica."
	The girl on the sofa raised her hand limply, but
did not turn away from the TV.
	"Hi," Jodie said to Paul. She didn't say anything
to Monica but turned back to Dirk. "So... can you hook
me up?"
	"Let me show you my 'office'," he said, almost
ignoring her question. She followed him into the
kitchen area, separated from the main room by a low
doorway with hanging beads. It was little more than a
card table with two chairs pulled up to it, a sink,
and a fridge. There was no stove or oven. He took a
seat in one of the chairs and looked her body up and
down.
	Of course, Jodie had never been in a situation
like this, and she was unsure what the next step was.
She'd been hoping Dirk would be the one to initiate
talks, but all he did was stare at her young pert body
and grin slyly. Unable to bare it anymore, she put her
hands on her hips and glared at him.
	"So, what? You don't have it or something?"
	"Have what?"
	Jodie paused. Narrowing her eyes she replied, "I
thought you were a drug dealer."
	"Take off your shirt."
	She was taken aback by his sudden command. All
forms of modesty had seemingly left her with the onset
of her new powers, but at the same time she didn't
like being ordered around. So she just stared back at
him.
	"What?"
	He leaned forward in his chair. "I said, take off
your fucking shirt."
	Jodie considered for a moment walking out right
then and there. Most people would have. But then
again, Jodie wasn't a normal person anymore, so after
staring back at him for another long minute she
decided to see what would happen.
	A moment later she'd pulled off her tight-fitting
black shirt and was standing in front of him wearing
only a bra above her waist. She put her hands back on
her hips and continued the staring contest.
	Dirk was growing hard just looking at the young
teenager's lithe figure, now more revealed to him than
he'd thought it'd ever be. Most of the kids who came
to him looking for drugs didn't past this first test,
and it was a shame... the best bodies, he thought,
belonged to the young.
	"Alright, babe. The bra," he said.
	"What's this all about?" Jodie snapped.
	"I need to see if you're wearing a wire."
	She stopped.
	Of course! she thought. A drug dealer like this would
take such precautions.
	Immediately her angry grimace changed back into the
innocent smile that she'd been wearing when she'd
entered the trailer home. She dropped the shirt out of
her small hand and let it fall back to the ground.
	"I'm not a fucking cop," she said soothingly.
	He shrugged, and continued racing his eyes over her
body. Then he stood, and walked around the card table
to her. She stood casually, staring at him with her
large doe-like eyes as he reached out, placing his
hands on her shoulders.
	Suddenly she heard the hanging beads to the kitchen
area pushed aside. Dirk looked past her and said,
"She's clean."
	He heard a disbelieving grunt come from behind, then
the voice of Paul say, "Want I should search 'er?"
	Dirk looked back down into Jodie's large eyes, then
past her again. "Yeah, do it," he ordered.
	He stood back and suddenly Paul made his way in front
of her. He was huge compared to the tiny teenager, but
Jodie wasn't intimidated. She was actually quite
amused at the way his big beefy hands reached out
slowly to her body, as if afraid to touch her.
	Then he did. He placed his hands on her shoulders
and ran them down her sides. Jodie wouldn't flinch,
only kept looking past him at the increasingly
interested Dirk. She felt Paul's sweaty hands collect
behind her and unsnap her bra, then he was pulling it
off her. She didn't resist.
	After dropping the garment to the floor Paul
stared intently at her chest for a couple moments, as
if trying to make up his mind. As if to encourage him,
Jodie thrust her chest forward ever so slightly,
smiling all the while. Paul took the hint. His large
hands suddenly cupped her two large tits, and began
massaging them rather heatedly. He wasn't gentle or
trying to excite her, in fact he was squeezing the
large meaty globes too tightly, but all the same Jodie
was getting turned on.
	The fact that this man had no interest in
pleasing her, but in using her, was exciting to the
new witch.
	"Paul," Dirk suddenly snapped.
	The bodyguard, because that's what Jodie had
realized he was, stopped his "examination" of the
teen's tits. He looked over his shoulder and said
gruffly, "Great tits."
	"Finish searching."
	Paul unceremoniously grabbed Jodie by the belt
which held up her shorts, and undid it. Then, nearly
pulling the teenager over, he unbuckled her pants and
unzipped them, then pushed them down her legs. Again,
Jodie didn't protest. She had to place her hands on
Paul's shoulders to keep from falling, but besides
this she didn't move.
	"Her panties," Dirk commanded.
	Paul looked back at him. "She ain't wearing
none."
	"Really?" Dirk asked, impressed. He came around
to Paul's right and examined the teenager, now
completely naked save for her tennis shoes. Her arms
still rested on Paul's shoulders, but she was smiling
at him. "I guess you're clean, huh?"
	"I told you I wasn't a fucking cop!" Jodie smiled
playfully.
	Dirk grinned.
	What a hot fucking slut, he thought.
	"Okay, take a seat," he said, waving her over to
a chair at the card table. He watched to see if she'd
dress first. She didn't.
	Paul watched intently as the teen strode to the
chair, then sat down slowly. In his mind she was doing
this on purpose, teasing him, showing off her body
because she knew how hard it made him. He felt himself
begin to sweat.
	"Okay, babe, let's begin. What is it you want?"
	"Just some weed," Jodie smiled. "Well, a lot
actually."
	"How much?"
	"Four ounces."
	Dirk raised his eyebrows. "That is a lot. You got
money?"
	"Yes," she said. "It's not on me, of course... I
didn't know what kind of... people you'd be. But I have
money."
	"How much?"
	"Three hundred."
	She heard Paul snort behind him, and saw that
Dirk was grinning himself. "That might get you one
ounce, hon, but not much more than that."
	Her smile disappeared as she considered. "Well...
what about a payment plan?"
	He shook his head. "Why do you want so much
anyway?"
	"I'm unemployed," she said, quite seriously.
	Dirk couldn't help but laugh. "You're a fucking
kid! What do you need to be selling drugs for?"
	She leaned forward, quite aware his attention was
torn between her face and her hanging breasts. "I
don't want to flip burgers."
	He shrugged. "I didn't say you had to. But how do
you plan on moving enough dope to support yourself?"
	She paused. "What do you mean?"
	"Look," he explained, "it's not that easy to make
a profit from weed, okay?"
	"Is that why you live is this shithole?" she
asked viciously.
	He shook his head. "I have a house in Bloomfield
Hills where I live. I use this... shit-hole as a base of
operations."
	"For drugs?"
	"Nope. For my other business."
	"Which is?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.
	"You saw that girl sitting out there?"
	She nodded.
	"She's one of mine, and I don't mean a daughter."
	Realization dawning on her, Jodie smiled. "Ah... I
see! You hook her out?"
	"Her, and a few others. But also, I make and sell
adult videos for... special customers."
	She was grinning. She was truly in her element.
"Not exactly the stuff you'd find at a video store?"
	He laughed. "Nope. Anyway, moving drugs is
dangerous and sometimes unprofitable, unless you're at
the top of the food chain."
	"And you're not?"
	"Are you kidding? You'd probably be dead if I
were. But like I was saying, you're not gonna make
much money selling pot to high-school kids."
	She considered only briefly, then asked, "How
much money do your girls make?"
	Dirk leaned back. This was turning out to be a
rather pleasant surprise. "It depends. If they make
the clients wear a condom, or not. If they let the
clients cum on them, or not." He leaned forward. "If
they let the clients hurt them, or not."
	"What range are we talking?" Jodie asked.
	Dirk paused a moment, then called, "Monica, get
in here!"
	A moment later the girl who'd been sitting on the
couch came into the crowded little kitchen. She had a
glazed-over look to her, as if she'd been doing lots
of drugs, or hadn't slept in quite awhile. Probably
both. She was of Hispanic descent, and had long dark
brown hair which was currently matted-looking and
unwashed. Her skin was a deep shade of brown, and she
was quite attractive. And also quite young, possibly
younger than Jodie.
	"Yes?" she asked blankly.
	"How much money did you make last week?" Dirk
asked.
	She looked over at Jodie, who sat naked in the
chair across from Dirk, then back at him. "Six
hundred, I think."
	"Okay, good." He turned back to Jodie. "You see,
Monica here spends most of the cash she rakes in on
drugs... pot, speed, acid. All that shit. She's a
junkie. Despite all that, however," at this he
chuckled, looking back at Monica, "she won't let guys
fuck her in the ass."
	"Most spicks love it in the ass," Paul put in.
	Monica ignored them. She stood with downcast
eyes, waiting to be dismissed.
	"Also," Dirk continued, "she doesn't like them
hurting her, or fucking her without a condom." He
looked at her again. "She'd make more if she did."
	"How much more?" Jodie asked.
	"Twice as much, at least."
	Jodie looked back at Monica. She was definitely
attractive, but her body wasn't as well developed as
her own. She knew she could make more than her. "Does
she make movies?"
	"Not yet, not yet..." Dirk shook his head. "But
she's going to soon. She owes me... well, let's just say
she owes me a lot of fucking money."
	Monica was taking a drag from a joint she'd
brought in with her, but wouldn't meet Jodie's gaze.
"Alright," she said, not taking her eyes off the girl,
"but I'd still want to sell drugs, too."
	Dirk could hardly suppress his laugh. What good
fortune! he thought. "Of course, sure," he said. "I'd
give you whatever you want on credit."
	"So when could I begin?" Jodie asked. Monica
began coughing.
	Dirk leaned back in his chair. "Hmm... well, I have
to get you a pager. You see, my clients generally want
someone on short notice. When I page you, it'll be
with a room number and a time... we use the Tireless
Motel on US 12 just past the strip clubs."
	"And all I do is show up and fuck?" she asked.
	"Exactly."
	"When can you get me a pager?"
	"I could give you one right now," Dirk mused,
"but first I'd have to... playtest the merchandise?"
	Jodie smiled knowingly.
	"I wouldn't be a good business man if I didn't
know what I was selling, would I?" Dirk asked
rhetorically.
	Jodie stood from her chair. She'd been growing
wet ever since Monica had entered the room and the
smell of marijuana began wafting through the air.
Three sets of eyes on her body in this shitty little
mobile home, making a deal to prostitute herself for
big cash. It was more that what she'd hoped for.
	She walked around the table towards Dirk, and
felt Paul's beefy hand grab at her ass. She ignored
it. Dirk turned his chair to face her, and she sat
down his lap and placed her cool hands on his bare
chest. He was smiling at her sleazily as he took her
into his arms.
	They began kissing. Not romantically, but rather
passionately, as he pressed his slithering long tongue
deep into her mouth. She purred in his lap and ran her
hands up and down his back as he hugged her tight
young body to his.
	She could feel the bulge in his pants pressing
against her thigh, and she squirmed her butt around to
place it over his growing hard-on. He broke off the
kiss and whispered in her ear, "You're a goddamned
slut, aren't you?"
	She whispered back, "Yes. And soon I'll be a
whore, too!"

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End of Chapter Three part 3 (of 6)
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