All people related to in this story are over the age of 18.
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'Good morning Paris,' Erin Verdose said as she answered the door to find Paris Ryder standing outside the door. 'I'm sorry but if you are looking for Keira then she's gone for the day. She's out with her father and won't be back until tea time. I can pass a message if you want,' she added.
Paris shuffled his feet uncertainly. 'Actually, it's you I wanted to speak with and I think that had best be done in private. Can I come in please?' he asked.
'Oh, well, yes, if that's what you want,' she replied surprised.
Paris knew the house and he walked through to the lounge room where the 90 inch screen TV was situated.
'I know this seems a little unusual but I have something to show you that you should see and I think you should sit down,' he said turning on the TV and closing the curtains making the room darker.
Erin started to feel distinctly uncomfortable as she sat.
Paris sat to her side so he could see her reaction.
The screen lit up, the first images of young people, some of whom Erin knew dancing, and partying.
'This is last Saturday, I'm the camera man' Paris noted quietly. Erin nodded her head in uneasy acknowledgement.
The picture opened with the well-known introductory tune and scenes from mission impossible. Then it cut to a picture of Mick Tarrant talking to Paris and two other boys. The camera zoomed to Mick who looked directly into the lens. 'Your mission, should you accept it, is to work this arrogant bitch over on Saturday night so I can fuck her. Everyone is over 18 so it's all legal if not above board.' The boys laughed as Mick threw some pictures on the table.
'Ooooh my god. How can you...? You can't possibly?' Erin cried in horror as she stared at Paris and recoiled in shock as she saw the heartless smile on his face. She could feel herself trembling as she turned to look at the TV screen.
The picture was at was later that evening at a party. 'There was a sound as the doorbell rang. The picture followed Mick Tarrant as he opened the door.'
Erin stiffened as she saw her daughter Keira and a couple of other girls at the entrance. Keira looked stunning; as she always did. Long brown hair hanging down the small of her back, one tuft bleached blond, her ID. She had a flower in her hair and, as seemed to be normal, a beaming smile on her pretty face.
'Woohoo,' she laughed raising her hands in the air as she stepped into the house. Erin, not for the first time, admired her daughter's beauty. The face a classical beauty, the body young, taught, full C cup breasts bouncing seductively, unencumbered by a bra as she wore a simple white blouse tied below her breasts. Bare midriff and skimpy red hipster mini-skirt. She had a stud belly button piercing, red open sandals and her matching red lipstick, finger and toe nails completed the stunning picture of youth, vitality and beauty.
Erin watched the screen as Paris started to zoom in on her cleavage. Then Keira's hand covered the screen and her laughter could be heard. 'hahaha, you wish, only in your dreams Paris,' she said bouncing past him and her ass was seen in full HD as Paris focussed on her tight derriere as she greeted her friends.
The screen cut to Mick Tarrant as he got Keira a drink. His face filled the screen, eyes wide, big grin as he showed the beer label; He'Brew 10%. 'For the girls,' he said to the camera and his laughter was joined by his pack mates Stan Ireland and Paul Poole.
The camera followed as Mick gave Keira and Kathy Williams the high alcohol beer. He turned to the camera and gave a thumbs up as they took their first drink, laughing and chatting with the guys.
Erin watched silently as the party continued. She was dismayed as she watched Keira and Kathy quickly succumb to the effects of the high alcohol content. Like a game, every time the boys got the girls another drink they lined up the empties as a scoreboard. Initially the girls were on a high, dancing, laughing and full of life and excitement and the boys fuelled their excitement. Then gradually their words became slurred and they were unsteady on their feet. The more intoxicated they became the more predatory the boys' behaviour. The boys operated as a pack, isolating the two girls as their behaviour increasingly became suggestive, the jokes increasingly crude and sexual.
At one point Erin turned and glared at Paris as on the screen Mick lined up the dozen bottles the girls had consumed, pushed his tongue out and mimicked giving oral sex.
'Bastards, are you proud of yourself? This is my daughter,' she spat at him.
His only response was to smile at her as she turned back to the screen.
She bit her lip as she watched the girls led down the slippery slope to helplessness. The clock went forward an hour.
'Piss, ooooh gottta have a piss Kath,' Keira said taking Kathy by the arm. The boys laughed as the girls staggered towards the toilet and it was all they could do to stay upright.
Erin fought back tears as she watched the girls stagger drunkenly to the toilet. Paris turned the camera back to the boys. 'Ok, they are fucking brain dead, now the fun starts. Did I not tell you that this is going to be a night to remember. Lambs to the slaughter; or prime pussy prepared just the way I like it, hot, tight and wet,' Mick said laughing directly into the camera. And so Erin watched in morbid fascination as the girls staggered out of the toilet.
Erin choked back a sob as she watched the boys guide the girls through the house to a casual room. The room was in semi darkness, just enough light for mood but at the same time allow Paris to clearly capture the activities. The room was built for numbers and had a variety of lounges with large, bed size cushions and a variety of small ones. Quickly the boys pulled all the cushions from the lounges, piled them in a circle on the floor. The girls lay on the large cushions; Mick beside Keira and Paul and Stan either side of Kathy.
Mick winked at the camera as Paris zoomed in on him, his smile lop sided and cynical. 'Ok,' he said. 'Let's get this party started,' he said and reached into a bag. Erin closed her eyes briefly as she saw Mick open a small tin. She knew a joint when she saw one. The boys each took one, laughing. Mick lit the joints and the boys sucked in.
Erin almost wept with relief as Mick offered Keira a joint and she refused. 'I don't sshhmoke,' she mumbled.
Foe a few moments the room was in silence as the joint was passed around. The camera quickly focussed on Kathy who had no qualms about taking a couple of deep drags from the joint Paul offered.
'Godd, lasht time I tried one of these I got sooo bloody hot nnn horny,' she muttered to no one in particular, her words slurred, as she had another drag. The comment followed by audible chuckles from the boys who smiled at each other. Paul and Stan crowded Kathy as the minutes ticked by. Mick lit another joint and passed it around.
Then Mick went to work on Keira. Taking a deep drag on the joint he shifted his body partly over hers and lowered his weight onto her, pinning her beneath him. Pressing his lips to hers he waited for her mouth to open before blowing the smoke into her mouth. They held the kiss and laughed together as their lips slowly parted. The first tears slowly trickled down Erin's cheeks as she watched her daughter succumb. 'Now that wasn't so bad was it?' he said mocking her. It was only a small step into the unknown, but the barrier was broken. The picture zoomed in on Keira as she laughed with Mick. Erin could feel the tension in her body as Mick put the joint into Keira's hand. The picture was compelling as, for what seemed an eternity Keira just held the joint, her eyes flicking between Mick's face and the joint.
Then her face filled the screen as she placed the end between her lips. The tip briefly glowed red as she took her first tentative drag. She held the smoke then gently blew it out. There was no expression on her beautiful face as she took a few breaths. Erin dropped her head into her hands as Keira took a longer, deeper drag, more confidently sucking in the mind altering drug. Already under the influence of the alcohol she was hit with a euphoric high.
'God, that'shh goood,' she crooned taking another drag. Her sense of feeling, awareness, place and propriety quickly dissipated.
There was a sound of laughter from her left and Keira looked towards Kathy. 'Oooooh,' the sound escaped her lips as she saw Stan and Paul relieve Kathy of her T shirt. For a moment her naked breasts spilled free but then she fell back and was covered by Paul and Stan as first Paul eagerly started fondling a breast while Stan took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing the bud.
Keira was now in a state of bliss, floating in a drug filled state she was virtually unaware of what was happening around her, her libido raised to levels foreign to her. As Mick kissed Keira he slipped the knot on her blouse. Resting his body on hers he kissed her again and when he drew away from her she was totally oblivious to the fact that the cloth of her blouse had been pushed aside and her gorgeous breasts were bare.
Erin buried her face in her hands. She could feel her body trembling with fear. 'Oh my god, no, Please god, no.' Erin cried as Keira's breasts came into view. 'I've seen enough. I don't want to see any more. Turn it off,' she said emotionally to Paris.
'No, you need to see all of this, it gets better,' he said callously.
Erin was numb with shock as she watched her beloved daughter being compromised. Her eyes were fixated as Mick leaned back, a broad smile on his face displaying Keira's breasts in all their glory; and they stood proudly, her nipples in puckered buds. Keira's eyes were drawn to movement beside her. Kathy groaned as her remaining clothes were stripped from her. So mesmerised by Kathy, Keira never even noticed the moment when Mick gently cupped her breast, fondling the firm tit as he rolled her nipple between thumb and fore finger or when he took a nipple in his mouth, stretching and nibbling the glorious bud.
Keira's response was an encouraging moan of pleasure as he continued to fondle her.
Through her drug filled haze Keira looked across at Kathy. She felt a flush of arousal as she saw Paul and Stan rip their pants off, their cocks hard and erect and there was an intensity in their movements as they crawled to Kathy. Then Keira went numb, she couldn't move, her eyes were transfixed as she watched Kathy take Paul's cock in her mouth. She was hot, her mind burning, her body was sweaty and her heart rate was pounding as she watched Stan spread Kathy's legs wide. For a moment she could see Kathy's cunt, the long pink slit prominent and it registered that Kathy shaved most of her pubic hair; then she couldn't suppress a moan of desire as she watched Stan put his head between her legs and start licking her cunt to moans of pleasure from Kathy. It was all Keira's mind could handle as she watched the scene unfold barely feet from her and when she reflected later she swore to herself that she had no idea that Mick and Paris ever so gently removed her thong.
Erin let out a choked groan as she saw Mick drop a hand between Keira's legs, watched in close up HD as his fingers trailed gently up and down her slit. She willed Keira to react and was thankful when Keira stirred.
'Whaa...whaaat are you doing?' she mumbled uncertainly.
