Sold To Strangers

by Anna Fock

  Sold to Strangers

  Anna Fock

  Sold to Strangers copyright © 2014 by Anna Fock. All rights reserved.

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  This is a work of fiction containing consenting adults over the age of 18 who are not blood relatives, whether expressly described as such or not, in graphic adult sexual situations. It is intended for entertainment purposes only and should be read by adults only. By reading beyond this point, you are agreeing that you are at least 18 years of age.

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  Taboo Town: Jerry’s New Pet

  Teaching the Bad Sitter

  Taboo Town: The Best Friend’s Daughter

  Taboo Town: My Best Friend’s Dad

  Camp Taboo

  Taboo Town: The Forbidden Man

  Catching the Brat

  The Innocent Young Nun

  The Hipster’s First Time

  Teaming the Brat

  Taboo Punishment

  My Daughter’s Innocent Best Friend

  Swapping the Brats

  Selling My Innocence

  The Innocent Young Maid

  The Good Girl

  Spanking the Brat

  The Neighbors’ Innocent Young Daughters

  The Girlfriend’s Innocent Young Daughter

  The Innocent Young Nerd

  Innocent Little Brat Unprotected

  Sold to Strangers

  The Boss’ Innocent Daughter

  Barebacking the Brat

  My Boyfriend’s Brutal Dad

  The Men of the House Without Protection

  Forced to Watch My First Time

  Sharing the Boss’s Daughter

  The Big Man of the House

  Brutal Boss

  Brutal Birthday

  My Girlfriend’s Brutal Mom

  Sold To His Friends

  Sold to Strangers

  Having a rich boyfriend is great.

  That was what I thought, anyway.

  When Daniel said I could come and live with him, I was overjoyed. I wasn’t getting along well with my mom and dad and would have done just about anything to get out of the house. And, don’t get me wrong, I really loved Daniel and was pretty sure he felt the same way about me.

  Daniel did, however, come with some perks. He’d said his parents were loaded and he had a nice house all to himself. It was great. We did whatever we wanted to without worrying about anyone intruding. I’m really happy with how it turned out and, I don’t mean to jump the gun or anything, but I’m thinking it’s only a matter of time before Daniel proposes.

  My name’s Jennifer, by the way. Daniel is a few years older than me and, while I really do think he loves me and might propose to me, I would admit to still being a little shocked if that actually happens. I’m not a knockout by any stretch of the imagination but I’m young (just turned 18), my body is put together well, and, I don’t now, I guess I have an overall innocence about me. A lot of people say I look like a famous actress who’s also named Jennifer and is in those movies where kids have to kill each other or something. I don’t have a lot in the breast department but my firm, round ass more than makes up for it. But, for whatever reason, Daniel seems to be completely obsessed with me. He says I’m the first girl he’s ever had sex with and I actually believe him. He’s not a total goon or anything but he’s not the best looking guy in the world and he seems a little socially awkward. At this point, I’ve never cheated on him or really even thought about breaking up with him. He would be devastated, I know. He’s often said just the thought of another man looking at me makes him crazy. And he’s pretty controlling. If he has any friends, we’ve never even gone out with them. So mostly it’s just us in this big old house. He works but doesn’t really seem to be at work a lot. And I’m just resting up before school starts in the fall, spending most of my days out by the pool and occasionally riding into town to spend some of Daniel’s money at the mall.

  It’s late afternoon and I’m lounging on the couch in a white t-shirt and a pair of black yoga pants when Daniel comes in and says, “Jennifer, we need to have a little talk.”

  He seems nervous and at first I think he’s going to break up with me and I almost start crying. Then I realize how crazy that is – Daniel would not break up with me – and then I get a little excited because I think maybe this is it. Maybe he’s going to pop the question although there doesn’t seem to be anything particularly romantic about the situation.

  I take a deep, shaky breath and say, “Okay...”

  I sit up on the couch and he sits down on one of the empty cushions. He smirks. He’s wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants that probably cost over two hundred dollars. I realize he isn’t smirking. He’s trying to force himself to smile. Jeez, it almost looks like he’s getting ready to cry and I almost cry out, “Yes! Of course I will. I’ll love you forever!”

  “This is ... difficult.” He’s still wringing his hands and now looking around the spacious room to avoid making eye contact.

  I put a hand on his thigh in an attempt to be comforting. “What is it?”

  “I’ve ... lied to you.”

  Until this moment, I realize how completely I’ve trusted Daniel and my first thought is that he’s been having an affair. It would be nearly impossible, I think, since we spend most of our free time together and have sex at least once a day. So I don’t know how he would find the time or the sexual stamina.

  But, like a dumbass, I blurt out, “Have you been having an affair?”

  He laughs and a wave of relief washes over me. “I wish it were that simple.”

  Then I think this must be something really bad.

  I squeeze his thigh and say, “You can tell me.”

  “Okay,” he says, “before I say anything I want you to know you don’t have to. Okay? You have the right to say no.”

  Then I think maybe all he wants is to try something kinky in the bedroom. In our time together, he’s never asked to fuck me in the ass (something I thought most guys probably did by like the fifth date) and he’s never asked to come in my mouth or ... anything out of the ordinary, really. Okay, I guess you could say our sex life was bountiful but somewhat vanilla.

  “Daniel, just ask me. I won’t be mad at you.”

  He exhales sharply and says, “You can’t promise something like that until you’ve heard what I need to tell you.”

  I take my hand away from his thigh. I now think maybe it’s something bad. I’m still a little confused, not sure if he wants to ask me something or tell me something.

  Or both.

  “Okay,” I say. “I’m not good with suspense. Out with it.”

  As he speaks, I feel myself get angrier and angrier.

  “When I said my parents were rich, I lied to you. Well, I didn’t really lie about that. They are rich, but I don’t see any of their money. Not until I’ve graduated college and go work for my father and all that. Until that day, I don’t see a penny of it. So this house is ... rented. I felt like you deserved it. I did this for you and I also thought it would make me seem more successful. But I’m three months’ behind and I’m getting evicted tomorrow.”

  I panic. I know I can’t go back to live with my mom and dad. All of my friends have already left the state to start school. I have a vision of being suddenly homeless. And I know it only applies to me because Daniel will just go back and live with his rich parents in their house that’s even nicer than this one. And the way he talks about his parents, I know there’s no way I’m going to be going with him.

  “What are we going to do?” Now I am crying. Everything has gone from being great to terrible.

  “Some of the work I’ve been doing,” Daniel says, “has been for some pretty quest
ionable characters. I’ve just been doing bookwork but I think they might be in the adult film industry or possibly even something involving drugs or prostitution.” He sighs and looks at the ceiling. “It’s stupid, I know, but anyway, that’s who this house is rented from.”

  “Are they going to ... hurt you or something?”

  “They might. I mean, three months’ rent on this place is a lot of money.”

  “I don’t have anything or I would happily give it to you.”

  “Actually... you do have something they might want.”

  My heart starts hammering in my chest. I really don’t have anything.

  “Like I said,” he says again, “you have the right to say no.”

  “What could I possibly have that they’d want?”

  Daniel coughs and goes back to wringing his hands. “They said we could stay here for as long as we want if I let them use you for one night. There.”

  He slumps back on the couch like some great weight has been lifted but I have a million and one thoughts flying through my head. ‘They’? Jesus, how many of them are there? ‘Use me’? I mean, I’m pretty sure what they mean by that but, come on, they can’t be serious, can they? Isn’t that illegal? Should we go to the police? And, wow, was Daniel really going to go along with this? Did he say it was okay? Well, obviously he did if he’s willing to rent me out to his friends for a night. I almost want to say yes just to make him feel bad but, obviously, the first thing that I blurt out is, “No! Fuck no! Daniel, you’re the only person I’ve been with. My god! I can’t even believe you would fucking ask me something like that! Am I just a fucking whore to you?”

  “No no, baby. I love you more than anything. You know that. Just ... well, I don’t want you to say yes. It’s just that, when you find yourself without a place to live tomorrow, I wanted you to know why ... And to know all of the options.”

  “Wait, how is that even an option? I can’t believe...”

  He pulls me to him. “I know,” he says. “Jesus, it was really stupid. I shouldn’t have even brought it up.”

  I’m too enraged to be comforted by him. This is as mad as I’ve ever been at him. I stand up from the couch and look down at him. He seems completely pathetic now. Just some guy who will never be able to separate himself from his parents.

  I hear a car door slam outside.

  I look at Daniel. His eyes have grown wide.

  “Fuck, Daniel ... Is that them?”

  Now my anger is off the charts.

  He throws out his hands, stands up and says, “I didn’t know what to do.”

  I’m getting ready to, I don’t know, punch him or something, when the door opens and I turn to see a man in the doorway who isn’t bad looking at all. Tall, dark, muscular, wearing expensive clothes. I assume this is one of the people Daniel has been dealing with and I turn to the man in the door, not even knowing how he knows me, and say, “I’ll do it.”

  “Jennifer!” Daniel says.

  I blink away the tears and look at the man as he half-smirks.

  “On one condition,” I say. “I want Daniel to be there.”

  I want Daniel to be there more for humiliation than comfort. I want him to see every filthy thing I have to do. He covers his eyes.

  “I don’t have to do that,” he says.

  “It’s what the lady wants,” the new arrival says.

  “But I don’t need this place. I can just go back and live with my parents.”

  “Ah, you could,” the man says. “But we’ll still need five thousand dollars and it’s going to be hard for you to make that money if poppa doesn’t give it to you and you find yourself unable to work.”

  “Unable to work?” Daniel says, clueless.

  “Ever tried working in a coma?” the man says.

  He seems really sleazy and I get a terrible vibe from him. I wonder if it’s too late to back out.

  I almost think anything would be better than going through with this. I try to excuse myself and leave.

  “Not so fast,” the man says, grabbing my arm.

  “Let go of me,” I say.

  “You’re not exactly exempt from this either. You know, you’ve been living here. You owe me, as well.”

  I try to shake my arm away but he has a pretty good grip. “My name’s nowhere on the lease. I didn’t even know there was a lease.”

  “Yeah ... but you’ve been living here. You think things are free?” With his free hand he turns and picks up a piece of mail from the table near the door and says, “Jennifer Adams. That’s you, isn’t it? You wouldn’t be getting mail here if you didn’t live here. You’re as responsible as Daniel.”

  “I wonder what my lawyer would say about that.”

  At this he laughed. “You can’t afford a lawyer. So come on with me. Daniel can ride along and I’ll make sure he keeps his eyes open and then you two can live here like a couple of lovebirds for the rest of the year. That’s a pretty good deal. It’ll make it pretty easy to forget about what you had to do to get it. Besides, it’s just sex. You might like it.”

  I still didn’t even know the specifics but I thought this was highly unlikely.

  Now he’s dragging me outside.

  I feel gross. I can’t believe he wants to take me anywhere looking like this. I know it’s not the greatest time to be self-conscious but, well, maybe it is.

  He drags me out the front door to a van running in front of the palatial estate. A van might seem like kind of a funny thing for a rich guy to drive but it’s a really nice van. Daniel shuffles along behind us and says, “I think I’m gonna be sick. Jennifer, don’t do this. I’ll call Dad. He has to help.”

  “A little too late,” the man says.

  I find it really hard to take Daniel’s side.

  The man throws open the side doors of the van. It has a king-size bed in back. Jesus, this might be happening a little too quickly.

  “Oh, man,” Daniel says.

  The man motions me inside. If I’m going to run now is the chance to do it but ... well, I’m kind of afraid. I really think if I run then both Daniel and I are going to end up hurt bad. And I figure the guy will probably take what he wants anyway. The only difference would be that Daniel would get to feel a little bit macho and noble. I don’t really want him to be able to feel that way. He is neither of those things.

  I climb up and onto the mattress. The man comes in after me and I wonder if we’re going to fuck right here. He pulls a pair of handcuffs from the pocket of his pants and latches one cuff around my thin wrist. He latches the other cuff around a pole that runs from the floor to the ceiling at the head of the mattress.

  I’m now, officially, really scared. But with the feeling of not being able to escape comes a certain amount of resignation.

  Daniel is still outside the van and I can’t see him. It sounds like he’s crying. “Oh God, Jennifer. What have I done? I’m so sorry...”

  “What do you have planned?” I ask the man towering above me.

  He smirks and says, “Well, let’s just say we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight and you’re the entertainment.”

  My body is tingling. It could be the fear or ... something else. I know I’m probably going to get fucked. Possibly even degraded and humiliated but ... I don’t know what to expect. That’s different for me. Ever since meeting Daniel it’s been the same old sex day in and day out. I could almost script it at this point. Not bad sex. It was actually pretty good. But predictable. And, hey, I was as new at this as he probably was so I can’t really blame him completely I’ve just, I don’t know, been waiting for him to change it up a little bit. I guess he’s lost his chance.

  The man shuts the door and goes around to the driver’s side and hops into the seat. Daniel gets in and crouches next to me.

  He says, “You don’t have to do this.”

  I just stare blankly at him. He doesn’t deserve a response.

  From the front, the man says, “No, sir. You need to sit up here so I can keep a
n eye on you. I’m not leaving you back there with an innocent girl all chained up. I think you’ve gotten your fill of her, anyway. Time to give someone else a chance.”

  Daniel moves up to the front and I hear him stammer. “W-w-where are we going?”

  “You know where we’re going.”

  “The club?”

  “Bingo.”

  I don’t really know what any of this means. I feel a second of relief at the mention of a club. Maybe I’ll just be stripping for a bunch of Daniel’s ‘business partners’ or something. The relief dissipates when I realize that this guy would never front Daniel and I nearly a year’s rent just for the chance to see me naked. There would be other stuff involved. I was almost sure of it.

  The man guns the engine and, suddenly, we’re on our way. I have no idea where we’re going or what we’ll end up doing and I find it all wildly terrifying.

  I had assumed it wouldn’t take very long to get there but I end up falling asleep and waking up to Daniel saying, “We’re there.”

  I’m not sure what this means. Is the man (whose name I still don’t know) going to unlock the handcuffs? Probably not. He gets out of the van and I wait for what seems like a really long time. During the wait, my mind races with possibilities. I’m getting scared just thinking about them.