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FLAG GIRL: GEEK HOUSE SEX SLAVE

 

 

                                                                        By

 

 

                                                                 Blacknite13

 

 

 

 

            The red skirt hugging the firm round butt swished in the warm evening breeze, occasionally giving a glimpse the red garter belts holding up the red stocking with the butterfly pattern. The red stiletto heels clicked on the sidewalk as the long shapely leg strutted along. The nineteen-year-old coed ran her tongue over her full lips careful not to smear her red lipstick. She brought up her hand, her arm brushing against her ample bosom as she tucked a loose lock of long blonde hair back in place. Her Italian silk blouse’s top three buttons were undone to give a hint of the valley between her huge cleavage.

            Lydia Willis ward to the richest woman in the city, head cheerleader, prom queen, homecoming queen and soon to be elected class president knew she looked hot and was not ashamed about. She was a superior woman and superior women were confident in everything they did. The blonde coed smiled to herself as she approached the two-story house. Unlike other frat houses that were well kept, this one was run down. The paint peeling and the lawn was more brown than green. And unlike other frat houses instead of the usual jocks and frat boys standing around out front this had a collection of small guys, some fat, other skinny, with and without glasses and all in need of a fashion make over.

            “The geek house.” Lydia smirked to herself, it annoyed her that these were the only guys to beat her grade point average. The blonde began to wiggle her ass and shake her tits as she approached the small group standing on the steps.

            Specs was the frat president although not the smartest guy in the house but because of his forceful personality was the unspoken leader. Although he worn a nice shirt and jeans, it was obvious he was a geek. His eyesight was so bad that only thick glasses could correct it. It gave him a face a bug like appearance hence the nickname.

            Sticks was not only skinny but his long legs made him look more gawky than most. The white shirt with a pocket protector didn’t help. Although the smartest guy in the house, his lack of confidence made him a follower.

            Eggs looked like your stereotypical geek. Glasses, out of date Polo shirt and jeans that were too short. His face was pot marked with bad acne and his teeth were yellow. He got the nickname Eggs when he decided that eggs might be the best source of brain food. He ate eggs with every meal.

            Marvin, Edgar and Arnold could have be triplets with their geeky clothes and glasses. They stood behind Specs and Sticks watching the beautiful blonde waltz toward them. All six boys licked their lips as she walked by with her ass and tits jiggling.

            Lydia pushed back her hair with a seductive grin, noting that all six had bugles in the front of their pants.

            “You can look all you want, boys.” Lydia smirked, “But you will never have a taste. Oh, I suggest a cold shower for your….problem.

            Lydia gave her ass another shake and laughed as she walked off.

            “That fucking bitch!” Eggs snarled as she stepped to follow the coed.

            “Easy Eggs.” Specs said as he blocked his friend’s path, “Easy. It is all in timing.”

            “Yeah, yeah.” Sticks snarled, “That bitch’s time is coming.”

            “Yes, it is.” Specs said, “A fucking good time is coming for MS LYDIA WILLIS! Eggs, the tracking device is working?”

            “Of course, dude.” Eggs snapped, “I made it and the bugs in Wade Manor are working.”

            “Why don’t we just blackmail the bitches?” Edgar asked, “With what we know.”

            “Edgar,” Specs said, “It has been tried. All those guys suddenly disappeared or came up with amnesia. Wade has some of the best scientists and security guys in the world on her payroll. Blackmail will not work. We get them with they least expect it. Besides I want that tease Lydia on her knees, sucking my cock, calling me master.”

            “Works for me.” Sticks said.

            “Okay, zero hour is in ten hours. We do an equipment check in an hour, then a final briefing. Then we ready the geekmobile. This time tomorrow we will have our first sex slave….Flag Girl!

 

 

 

            Ms Americana and Flag Girl stood across the street from the old vacant building. Clad in stars and stripes, both heroines looked like an all American fantasy.  The raven-haired beauty was wearing the strapless bra and thong. A gold tiara glimmered in her ebony hair while her bright baby blue eyes shone through her blue mask. A blue choker was decorated her slender neck. Red boots and gloves completed her costume along with the gold power belt locked around her waist.

            A blue halter-top with white stars was wrapped around Flag Girl’s huge chest.  The short red and white stripe micro-skirt hugged her perfect ass and showed off her long muscular legs. Like her mentor, she worn red boots but her gloves were blue and of course a gold power belt.  Her mask was blue like her eyes. Flag Girl’s wavy blonde hair was pulled into two dangling ponytails.

            “You know the plan my faithful sidekick.” Ms Americana said.

            “You take the front door. I’ll watch the back and pick off the strays you miss.”

            “Exactly. Odd, I would think Stella would have a nicer lair.”

            “But the pictures from we received from our secret satellite showed her going into this building.”

            “You’re right, Flag Girl it must be nicer inside. Let’s grab this bitch and call it a night!”

            The two heroines trotted toward the building and split off in directions.

           

 

“On alert! The flies are in the trap.”

            “Copy that.”

 

            Flag Girl ran behind the building and stopped when she spotted a colorful box sitting on the sidewalk. The blonde frowned and crept up to the box.

            “Some kind of trap.” Flag Girl smiled, “I pick it up and boom. Well, not going to happen.”

            Suddenly the box top popped open and a smiling clown face sprung up. It sprayed a pink gas right into the young heroine’s face.

            “I have been gassed!” Flag Girl cried as she stumbled back, gasping and coughing as she did. She dropped to her knees and grabbed her spinning hand.  The shapely heroine looked up as a large van pulled up. Flag Girl caught a glimpse of some guys dressed in black jumping out before she pasted out.

            “Get the bitch in the van.” Specs laughed.

            Leroy, Marvin and Eggs lunged the sleeping beauty into the van while Sticks sat at a small console set up in the back.

            “Hurry, Ms Americana’s heat signature is moving.”

            Specs jumped up and slammed the door close as the van zoomed off into the night.

“This is a bust, Flag Girl,” said Ms Americana as she trotted out to the street. “Sweet Liberty my faithful sidekick is gone! This was a trap! What a fool I was! This time you have gone too far, Stella!”

 

 

 

Flag Girl moaned as she came too. The young heroine quickly realized her hands and feet were tied to the four posts of a large bed sitting in the middle of a dark room. She saw her costume was lying in a pile on the floor.

“Sweet Liberty I have been stripped bare!” Flag Girl cried.

“The better to fuck you!” Spec laughed.

“Specs!” Flag Girl gasped, “I know you are smart so be really smart and let me go!”

“I don’t think so Lydia.” Specs smiled as he pulled off his shirt.

“Lydia? Are you mad? I am Flag Girl. Now if you listen to reason…”

“You are Lydia Willis. Your mask is on the floor you dumb twit!”

“Good Goddess I am exposed!”

“We found out you were Flag Girl months ago after we bugged Wade Manor.”

“WHAT!”

“We also tapped into your security system and arranged for you to get those pictures of Stella.”

Specs tossed down his shirt, kicked off his shoes and began to unbuckle his jeans.

“Specs!” Lydia cried, “If you rape me that will be a crime! You will go to jail. Trust me you won’t like jail!”

“I am going to fuck you.” Specs smiled as he climbed out his pants, “Not just once. Yeah, we got long range plans for you, your big tits and hot pussy…oh yeah that tight little ass.”

Flag Girl glared at the skinny kid climbing onto the bed appalled and disgusted that this geek was going have his way with her.

“NOOOOOOOO!” Flag Girl screamed as she lay across her body and began to suck on her tits.

Specs was in heaven as he caught a nipple in his mouth and began chew while he squeezed the boobs together. He chuckled to himself as his cock got harder that it had ever been.

“Sweet Liberty stop!” Flag Girl cried as her tits were sucked on. She tugged at the ropes holding her down. The bound beauty cringed as her continued to slobber over her tits. Lydia gasped when she felt her boobs begin to swell and ache from the constant fondling and chewing. She gulped when she began to feel wetness between her legs.  

            Specs’s head filled with all the fantasies he had about Lydia Willis he had since he first met her in high school. Now finally after all these years he was going to fuck the snotty bitch. He pushed his face around the big soft mounds, dragging his tongue as he did. He pulled and twisted the tender tits, loving the silky feel of her skin.

            “Oh plesasesssssssss!” Lydia sobbed as her boobs were worked into hard balls of aching flesh. She could feel his hard cock rubbing against her thigh and whimpered at the thought of Specs raping her with her.

            “Oh sweet Lydia.” Specs laughed, “Let’s get it on!”

            “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Lydia wailed as the long cock pushed into her tight pussy. She arched up and sobbed as the geek began to pound her pussy.

            Specs crushed her tits between his fingers as he thrust his shaft all the way into her tight wet hole. He leaned up and savored the moment of victory of the blonde. The geek slowly mashed her tits around as he pulled back his cock.

            “AHHHHHHHH!” Lydia gasped as the pole pulled back sending waves of pleasure through her hot body.

            Specs laughed as he began to really fuck his cock in and out with increasing forced. He buried his mouth in the ample bosom and began chew.

            “UGHHHHHHHH!” Lydia sobbed as the rock hard cock slammed in and out like a jackhammer. Her tits were aching from all his rough fondling and enthusiastic sucking. Lydia grunted and panted as her body was pushed down into the soft mattress with each thrust of the cock. The blonde sidekick moaned in humiliation as her young body filled with heated lust. The cock ravishing her body had turned her pussy into a burning pool of hot sex.

            “OH YESSSSSS!” Specs panted as she worked his cock deep into her tight hole.

            “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Lydia screamed as the cock pushed her body toward an unwanted orgasm. Her body filled with an explosion of sexual bliss like she could never have imagined. The bound heroine bucked up and screamed from the orgasm slamming into her body.

            “YESSSSSSSSSS!” Specs roared as he emptied his cock into her pussy and slumped back. He lay on top of the sobbing heroine. He kissed and nibbled her ear while he stroked her tits.

            “You’ve had you fun.” Flag Girl sobbed, “Now unbind me.”

            “You just getting started whore.” Specs laughed as he rolled off the bed.

            “What? Sweet Liberty no!” Lydia screamed as Sticks climbed on top of her and began to chew on her tits while his fingers played with them.

            “Specs got you all hot.” Sticks laughed as he sucked on her nipples. “Now I am going to get you burning.”

            “UGHHHHHHH!” Lydia wailed as Sticks thrust his surprisingly big cock into her already hot wet pussy. She was soon panting and gasping as she was raped for the second time.

            “OH! YES!” Sticks yelled, “I am fucking Flag Girl! I am fucking Flag Girl!”

            The two bodies bucked around on the bed while the room filled with their gasps and moans. The bed began to bad against the wall from the force of Sticks’ fucking.

            “UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” Flag Girl wailed, as she was royally fucked. Her pussy was clamping around the cock like a vice and gushing like a water pipe. Her tits were now felt like hard balls of flesh that throbbed with pain.

            “I’M COMING!” Sticks laughed as he shot his wad into the bound blonde.

            “AIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” Flag Girl screamed as she came harder than last time. Her body still horny from the last rape. Lydia slumped down as the cock pulled out of her well-fucked pussy, inwardly cursing the Aphrodite gene. The same gene that enabled her to a heroine also gave her an over sexed body.

            “Oh Lydia, you whore.” Sticks smirked, “You are going to be an excellent sex slave.”

            “W-what…no.” Lydia sobbed as Eggs replaced Sticks in the bed. She cringed as his mouth moved toward her face.

            Eggs mashed her tits together as he clamped his mouth over lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

            Flag Girl mouth and nose filled with the taste and smell of eggs. She almost threw up as she was forced to kiss the disgusting pig. The bound beauty sobbed as his hands mauled her tits.

            “MMMMMM!” Eggs sighed as he sucked on her tongue as he pushed his cock into her wet pussy.

            “MPHHHHHHHH!” Lydia screamed through his lips as his cock made her climax. Her well-fucked body all ready hot and ready from the last rape. Before her lust consumed her, Flag Girl saw a line by the open door. It was obvious she was about to get raped by the whole geek house.

            So it went, Marvin replaced Eggs. Marvin by Leroy and so on and on and on and on. At twenty Lydia stopped counting. By thirty she no longer cared. By the time the last geek staggered out the sweat soaked bed, number 44, Flag Girl had been fucked into near comatose state.

            Specs walked up and looked down at the ravished beauty and smirked. He loved the sight the great Lydia Willis lying on a bed covered with sweat and cum. He nodded at Sticks.

            “She ready?” Specs asked.

            Sticks walked up and used a penlight to study her eyes. He stood up and smiled.

            “She’s ready.”

            “Ohhhhh!” Lydia moaned as she was untied and pulled up. She was half carried/half carried down the hall, down some stairs and into the basement. The blonde sighed when she saw a leather and metal chair with a strange looking helmet sitting in the middle of the room. The ravished beauty whimpered as she was forced into the chair and bound down by leather straps. Lydia tried to ask for mercy as the helmet was lowered over her head.

            Sticks moved to a complicated control panel and began to push buttons and pull switches. He smiled as the machine began to beep and twerp.

            “Ohhhhhhhh!” Lydia sighed as a low hum filled her head along with a feeling of well-being. The bound blonde felt herself falling into a pit of sheer bliss.

            “How long will this take?” Specs asked.

            “No time at all.” Sticks smirked, “That why the gangbang. You got to know something about heroine DNA. It is a little know fact they have gene that could not only makes they like to get fucked but can break them down….”

            “Tame them?”  Eggs asked, “I have heard of that.”

            “Yeah, but the problem with just taming them. You got to fuck the hell out them almost every day or they will become untamed. My process is permanent. They won’t have much of a personality but they will obey our every command.”

            “I don’t want to talk to the bitch. I just want to fuck her.” Specs smiled.

            A beep coming from the machine made Sticks smile. He went to the chair and untied her.

            Lydia fell to the floor and moaned. She looked up at the young man standing around her. One of the men walked up and dropped his pants.

            “Suck me off slave.” Specs snapped.

            A blank look filled her face and she climbed to her knees. She gave him a robotic smile.

            “Yes master.” Lydia said in a monotone tone, “I am here to serve.”

            Flag Girl was screaming and yelling inside her head, trying to stop herself from taking the cock into her mouth and beginning to suck.

            “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Lydia wailed as she began to give Specs a blowjob. The young heroine realized she was nothing more than puppet to be used by her captives.

            “Get that ass up, whore.” Sticks laughed, “It needs fucking.”

            “MMPHH!” Flag Girl grunted as she moved back on her knees and spread her legs. She didn’t stop sucking the cock for a second.

            “Perfect.” Sticks smiled as he knelt down behind the firm round ass, dropped his pants and pushed his cock into the tight hole.

            “UGHHHH!” Flag Girl squealed as her ass was filled with rock hard cock. She clamped her lips around the cock and sucked in the cock. The obedient slave began to service both cocks with cool efficiency.

            Flag Girl screamed and sobbed inside her head while she continued to suck and fuck her two new masters. She wanted to weep tears but her body was no longer her own. Lydia could see the other frat boys were lining up for another gangbang.

            It was early morning before Specs and Sticks dumped the ravished body into her new room. The exhausted blonde rolled over and fell asleep.

 

 

            Brenda was slumped back in her new office chair, studying the new painting hanging behind her desk. It was a modern oil painting of the city. The raven-haired beauty wasn’t really thinking about the painting she was debating what plan of action to take against Stella. Her private phone rang and Brenda frowned. Only a handful of people had her private number.

            “LYDIA!” Brenda cried as she grabbed the phone and clicked it on.

            “Brenda, darling. I do hate to bother you with so much on your mind but I wanted to save you a trip out to sunny L.A.”

            “Who is this?”

            “It is Stella. I know you think I have that cute little sidekick of yours and to be perfectly honest. She is on my to do list. Well, so are you but I digress. I suggest you look closer to home for your dear sweet Lydia. That’s what I am doing.”

            “I…I…I” Brenda stammered, trying to get over the shock that Stella knew her greatest secret.

            “Yes, yes, I know it is all quite shocking but not to worry. I will keep you little secret. Now go out and find that cutie. I have plans for her and you. Toodles.”

            Brenda sat there in stunned silence for a whole minute before she clicked off her phone.

            “If Stella doesn’t have Lydia, who does?” Brenda said.

 

           

            Lydia stepped out the showered and dried herself off. She brushed out her hair and blow-dried it. The young blonde walked to the closet and pulled out a pink camisole. The nineteen-year-old coed slipped on the silk garment. Flag Girl put on her eye makeup and lipstick. Lydia walked to her bedroom door and pulled it open.

            “I am ready to serve.” Flag Girl blandly said to the small group of geeks standing in the hallway.

            “Nine o’clock on the button.” Leroy laughed as he followed her into bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

            This was the start of Lydia’s long day. Up by eight, fucking and sucking by nine. She serviced her masters until one. A half hour for lunch and another shower. More fucking and sucking until six. Then dinner, shower and a quick nap before the gangbang in the main room. Every night she would fuck and suck most of the house brothers until two. Then she would collapse into bed.

            This had been her schedule for the last week. Because of the brain washing, Lydia just obeyed with hesitation. As each day past, she became more and more robotic in her actions.

            “Specs, you better get down here.”

 

            Brenda walked out the house and turned to the head of her security.

            “The whole house?” Brenda asked.

            “Every room.” He said, “Someone has been listening to every word you spoke. I swept the offices. They are clean.”

            “I don’t talk business at home so it has to be personal. Pull the plug and do check on anyone who has been in the house.”

            “Right away, Ms Wade. It will be hard to trace the bugs. They look homemade by someone with real talent. We could learn a thing or two from this guy.”

            “Hmm…a genius.”

 

 

            Ms Americana snuck up to the house studied it. She was a little confused. The place looked empty. The raven-haired beauty crept up to one of the windows and peeked in the window.  

            “Sweet Liberty!” Ms Americana cried and charged around to the front door kicked it in. She stepped into the house and stared at the young boys lying around the room. They all have the same dazed look on their faces.

            The raven-haired beauty quickly searched the house but Flag Girl was nowhere to be found. The tall heroine walked down to the lobby and started to check the boys.

A shinny kid with big thick glasses shook his head and looked up at her.

            “Do, I know you?” Specs asked as he shook his head.

            Ms Americana felt her phone vibrate on her power belt and clicked open.

            “Ms Americana.” She snapped.

            “Ms Americana. Lady Midnight here Lydia Willis just turned up at Wade Medical Center.”

            “Sweet Liberty! I…I am on my way!” Ms Americana gasped as she gave the room another look before dashing out of the house.

            An hour later, Brenda Wade was sitting with Lydia in her private hospital room. The young coed had been brainwashed but the chief of staff had assure Brenda that her young ward would be back to her old self in a month or two.

 

 

            Down the hall from Lydia’s room a tall beautiful woman dressed in an Italian silk business suit stood with a huge black man dressed in a navy blue Armani suit. She was listening to what appeared to be a MP player. She smiled and pulled the earplug out her ear.

            “A month or two. Lydia will be back to her old self.”

            “So we will be making a call on Wade Manor in couple of months?”

            “Three. I want Brenda and Lydia do have some time to themselves.”

            “I’ll call the pilot and have him ready the jet.”

            “Yes, but we are heading to New York. I have pick up there. A tasty redhead I’ve had my eye on.”

            “Ah, Mary Jane Parker….sweet.”

            “Yes, she is.”