Maiden Ava:

Ava stepped into the dimly lit, slightly grimy bar. She counted six booths on her left before settling on the seventh.

It's hard to tell what was louder--the sound of her teeth grinding or the rhythmic tapping of her foot. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in every guest in sight.

One of the waitresses approached her and smiled, "What can I get you, young lady?

"Oh... just a... fuck, oh yeah, a shot of F.S.S. whisky, make it two." Ava took a deep breath as if she had passed the most challenging test of her life.

The waitress sat across from her, two shots of whiskey already in hand. She slid one over to Ava. " You know what, maybe you could use both of these," she said, sliding the second one over.

"I shouldn't; I'm not actually 21 yet." Ava's eyes shift from the drinks to the mysterious woman sitting before her. "I won't tell if you don't," the woman said with a subtle wink.

Ava paused, looking her over. This waitress couldn't be more than five years older than her. Still, her voluptuous build and confident presence put them in very different leagues. Her shorter blonde hair was prim, and her piercing blue eyes were too intimidating to keep eye contact with.

She took another deep breath and downed both shots.

"Good job, girly," the waitress said, almost with a look of pride across her face. "Now, follow me." She got up and walked towards the back door, nodding to the bartender as she opened it for Ava to walk through.

"Where are we going? No one said anything about leaving the bar with you?" Ava hesitated before walking through the threshold.

The waitress placed her hand on Ava's lower back and nudged her forward. "We're just going to take a short ride, and I promise we will be back in thirty minutes tops."

"I don't even know who you are," Ava shouted. She froze as the door shut behind her. A car's headlights flashed them from the back of the alley before she could find her bearings.

"Sorry, my dear, they call me the Matron, and if you stick with me, all your family problems might just disappear."

Ava was constantly cleaning up her parents' messes, but gambling debt like this wasn't getting fixed by a part-time job at the cafe. Nope, this mess had her meeting sketchy women at random bars who call themselves The Matron; how about that.

She reluctantly followed the woman down the alley toward what turned out to be a decent-looking limo. The driver jumped out of the car as they approached and opened the door for them with a bow.

"Thank you, Charley." the Matron said, gliding across the seat to make room for Ava. Only when entering the car did she realize he wore a mask over the top half of his face, only able to see the most unsettling smirk below it.

She sat down, her stomach switched from twisting to performing somersaults. "Please just tell me what's going on. My dad told me I'd just have to sign a few things, and you guys would take on the debts. I-I can even make a small payment now, please."

The Matron stared at her body, paying no attention to her words. "You really are quite small, aren't you?" She rummaged through a suitcase that already sat in the car. "I knew you were petite from the pictures, but..."

"What pictures? What is happening?" Ava finally traded in her fear for anger. "I'm not playing this game anymore; let me out of the car."

The woman chuckled, "Maybe this one will fit you; try it on for me."

"Fuck you," Ava said as she pulled on the locked door handle.

The Matron set the garment bag down next to Ava and returned to the suitcase again. This time, an envelope appeared. She threw it on top of the bag. "My dear, your father is an addict and, as you can see now, quite the liar, your mom even worse. You cannot sign anything because they signed for you days ago."

Ava ripped the envelope open to find copied documents signed by both her parents, that named her Maiden Ava of the F.S.S.

Her head started spinning, "Is this a joke? They don't own me. I'm 19, and you can't sell a person, I'm not an object!"

"They can, they did, and you are. They owed $80,000, but if you look below, they signed for $500,000. You pay me that right now, and we are square."

"I have $90 combined in my accounts; how am I supposed to find that kind of money?" Ava started hyperventilating, and a wave of thoughts crashed into her.

The Matron patted the garment bag lying between them. "I like you, Ava, but honestly, just shut up and remove your clothes." She stood up to hit the glass, separating the driver from them, and the car began to move.

Her tilted world came to a halt. The Matron's words were now direct and much harsher. "What, why?"

"Ava, I do wish I could help you through this trying time, but your potential Patron is waiting for us not five minutes from here, so let's save the questions for another time. I can't let anyone see you dressed like that." Her eyes scanned the sloppy T-shirt and jeans Ava had quickly put on for the meeting.

Ava knew nothing good could come from this, but she slowly removed her shirt. The bagginess hid her petite frame; she only then noticed her lack of a bra and quickly covered her smaller B-cup breasts.

"Girly, it's no time to be shy, and don't worry; plenty prefer yours to mine," the Matron remarked, seeing Ava glance again at her chest.

She gently pulled Ava's hands down and took a long look of her own at the young girl's perky little breasts and perfectly paired nipples. "Plenty indeed." She said a smirk crept across her face. "Now pants, too, and underwear, if you bothered with those."

Ava shimmied out of her tight jeans and paused at the panties. "I don't want to do this." The shock had worn off, and a tear streamed down her face.

"My little Ava, it will be okay. You're a strong girl; I can see it in those big brown eyes." She leaned over to wipe the tear away, caressing her cheek. "There really is such a beautiful girl hiding under there." The Matron's finger brushed her bottom lip before pulling away.

Ava looked down at herself, but her hands wouldn't move.

"My god, girl, I need you to pull yourself together. The Patron must accept you as his plus one." She grabs Ava's thighs. "Look up at me, girly. It can't be another girl. He needs to say yes to you."

Ava looked up into her eyes, a strange intensity to them. She felt the Matron's hands slide up to her ass and then tug at the panties, pulling them down to her ankles.

"Why me?" Ava said, trying to hold the stare.

But once again, the woman went back to ignoring her words. She smiled as she gently pried Ava's legs apart. "Well, wouldn't I have killed for a little pink package like that? And quite smooth, I was worried what we might find down there."

The car stopped abruptly, and the dividing window lowered just a crack. "They just gave the okay, ma'am; he's on his way down."

Ava's face dropped, frantically tearing at the garment bag for something to cover herself, but nothing was inside. "Where are the clothes," panic took over as she tried to cover her body with the bag.

"The bag is a prop to speed up the process. The Patron is going to come, look, you're going to smile and present yourself, he's going to say something nice about you, but find something to complain about; I'm going to reassure him, and if you don't do anything stupid, he'll say yes, leave the car. You'll be done for the night."

Then a slap. Ava's pacing eyes shot straight to the woman sitting before her. "Just be a good girl, and let me do the talking." The Matron pulled the bag away from her. Her slim yet soft frame was again exposed.

"Oh shit," the Matron reached into the suitcase's front pocket, tossing a hair tie to Ava. "Ponytail, your hair is a mess." She had just enough time to pull her long hair back, a single brunette strand falling to the side of her face.

The car door opened. An older man with thinner gray hair shuffled in. He was larger, maybe 6'2", not fat but thick. His suit was nice and well-tailored.

Ava instinctively covered herself. The man was quiet, but his eyes said plenty.

The Matron grabbed her arm and pulled her into a more presentable pose. "Her name is Ava if you like it. I picked her myself for you and this event." The woman forced a smile; her grip on the girl's wrist was tight.

He stared at Ava again. "She's cute, but I think I asked for a girl I could show off in a tight black dress." His eyes fixed on the Matron's body. "Do you remember the dress I used to have you wear, Olivia?"

She swallowed deeply and recomposed herself. "Let's leave the past in the past, Ava is a good choice for you. She might not be your usual, but she'll have the important eyes on you, and that's what you care about."

His chuckle pierced the tension like a blade that felt too close to Ava's neck. She recoiled when his attention came back to her.

"Maybe you're right, Olivia. I like attention, all kinds." His smile sent a chill down Ava's spine. "Are you going to make me look good tomorrow? Feel good, little girl?"

Ava nodded her head.

"Speak up now; you're not that frail, are you?" he said, his legs spread to take up more room in the car.

"She'll do just fine, Mr. Baker. We don't want to take up any more of your time. I'll send you some dress options for her, and she'll see you at..."

His hand raised to cut her off, but his eyes never faltered from the young girl. "As far as I know, I haven't accepted her, and if she can't answer a simple question, you can find me another, maybe with a bit of spunk; you know how I like them."

Ava's courage arose at the wrong time. "You like being a bully. Does it make you feel better about your small dick?" Then, she put her hand over her mouth to shut herself up and hopefully hold back the puke she felt rising. "I'm sorry, that..."

His smile only grew. "Don't be, I should trust that Olivia still knows me well enough to pick. If you weren't out on display for me, I'd be afraid you had balls hidden under there."

He went from a slouch to a forward lean. "Innocent little girls bore me. A real man likes a girl with fire in her eyes. Do you know why that is Ava?"

She couldn't force the sound out of her mouth a second time; she just shook her head.

"Maybe Olivia could chime in for you, I see that fire has returned. What if we show her how I used to snuff it out?" He sat, waiting for a response from either girl.

"Save it for tomorrow, John. We all have things we need to do."

"No." His calm character broke for the first time. "You don't call me that anymore." He glanced at his watch. "Plus, I find myself with thirty minutes to waste. Double my payment."

"You know it doesn't work like that."

"Then triple it, Olivia; what do I care." He finally leaned back again. "Come, little girl." His hand patted on the seat next to him.

Ava looked at him, then the Matron, whose fists were clenched almost as hard as her jaw. "Just do it." The words barely found a way out.

Ava's body shook uncontrollably. She slowly slid over to the man, who seemed to get larger and more intimidating with every inch she scooted. He tightly wrapped an arm around her when she finally made it over. The touch made her flench and squirm.

"You don't seem to be that into me, little girl. It's okay. Mommy over there never seemed to like me either, but let me tell you, that never stopped her from sucking my cock like her life depended on it. If I'm being honest, her throat was way better than her pussy."

He grabbed Ava's wrist and placed it on his bulge. The pants had been loose enough to hide how endowed he was, but now there was no mistake.

Ava didn't dare look up at him, but his attention was already on the Matron. "How about it? Does mommy want to open wide one last time, or is this poor little girl doing your dirty work tonight?"

The Matron shuffled over to the door. "I'll give you some privacy.."

"I don't think so, it might be her throat, but every drip of cum will be for you."

He looked back down at the now mortified girl. "Well, if she won't participate, we'll pretend you and me, little girl. Your name is now Olivia; anytime you hear that name, I refer to you until I'm finished here."

Ava threw his arm off and dashed for the door, but without trouble, he grabbed her leg and pulled her off her feet.

"There's the fire." Another chuckle. Ava was pinned to the floor; he grabbed her ponytail and lifted her back up next to him. He shoved her to her knees between his legs. Now let me see those eyes, Olivia.

He held his tight grip on her ponytail. "If you wouldn't mind taking it out for me, my hands are full."

She felt around for his belt, loosened it, and got the zipper down. He then flopped out eight veiny inches. It smacked her in the face before resting on her cheek.

He gripped it like a hammer, smacked it down on her cute little face a couple more times, rubbed it under her nose, and finally across her lips.

Tears down her face, she felt no struggle left in her.

"Come on now, Olivia, you used to have much more grit. Open up."

The pressure of his cock alone pushed her lips open, and her jaw followed. The head filled her mouth, followed by an inch and then two of the shaft. The thickness gave her no room to adjust.

"That's my girl, Olivia. I remember that gag like it was yesterday." His hand on the back of her head, like a brick wall. Nowhere for her to go, nowhere to find air. He had no interest in getting his cock sucked, he wanted to send a message, and the messenger was getting shot.

Poor Ava was just a toy, no better than a Fleshlight. The man wanted Olivia. His eyes and mind were on her. He pounded her face relentlessly but couldn't care less about her existence.

When he finally let go, Ava's head popped back, tears and saliva merged and ran down her naked body, as did gasps and coughs; she struggled to remember how to breathe.

The man's large hand grabbed her pony once again. He pulled her head back to look up at him and leaned in close. "Do you feel broken yet, Olivia? Are you ashamed of what you have become?

"Yes..." She nodded as well as she could, with his firm grip tugging at her. Without warning, he spat on her face. It dripped down over her eye and made its way down to her lips. Then proceeded to her neck, across her nipple, and dangled for a moment before it fell between her legs.

As the strand ran between her pinker lips, she felt her dignity crash onto the ground with a splash.

Ava finally had his attention. Now, his eyes wouldn't leave hers. He took his hand off her head and rested his arms on the seat. His cock throbbed not an inch from her face.

She took an engorged ball into her mouth and released it with a pop. Licked up the long shaft, then dove over the thick mushroom head, consuming it. She moved deep and fast, giving him the show he wanted. Drooled everywhere and gave him the mess he desired. Forced it in her throat and gave him the pain he demanded. The flames only grew in her eyes.

"There's my girl, give me that throat, Olivia, all of it." His cock pulsed, her airway closed around the massive rod. Both his hands gripped her head, his hips thrust into her face. "Take it, you fucking slut."

It felt like his cock was in her chest. Her neck flared with a satisfying burn. A thrust, then another, had her lips pressed against his body. She couldn't open her eyes. She couldn't remember the last breath she took.

His body shook against her, "God damn," he pushed so hard her nose crushed into his pelvis. A warm sensation exploded in her stomach before he snaked his way out of her body. Still bursting in her throat and mouth. A final gush on her pretty little face.

They were both out of breath.

He took his semi-hard cock and hammered it down on her face one last time, cum splattered onto Ava's perky breasts, which she smeared all over her nipples, a final taunt.

The car's silence filled with an electric that surged between the two.

The man held his cock to her mouth, and another drip ribboned the head to her lips. She never broke eye contact as she kissed and licked Mr. Baker clean.

A sinister smile covered his face from ear to ear. "Olivia was never that good. Maybe Ava does suit you." The snake slithered back into its hole. He chuckled at the Matron, "She'll do just fine. See you tomorrow, little girl." Then he got out of the car and walked away.

Ava's body slumped to the floor. The fire in her eyes migrated down her body, until she felt it try to burst from her. She slid her fingers following behind, as they reached her clit, it was if she had opened the gates. With hardly a touch, her body spasmed, her chest collapsed, and a scream echoed through the car.

The Matron waited a moment, unsure of what to say, but Ava broke the tension, "So your name's Olivia."