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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Friday, June 14th, 2013 – Issy Marguerite Norup – South Hill, WA

I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I couldn’t fight his powers.

“Now you’ll have fun,” my mom said as she nodded to me as I came down the stairs in my jogging clothes. “So cheer up, Issy.”

“I can’t believe you and dad,” I said, shaking my head while my cheeks burned. I was eighteen and eager to start college. High School was done and I was an adult. And yet I still listened to my parents. It was just ingrained in me. “You should have a real problem with this. He’s going to want to…you know.”

“Fuck you,” my mom nodded, a big smile on her face. “Good. That’s what your father and I agreed to yesterday. Because of you, we get to stay in our house.”

I wanted to stay in the house right now, but I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me to the front door. This was ridiculous. No one behaved like this. My life had been completely normal until that man appeared at our door yesterday. Mark Glassner. The Terrorist that had consumed all the local news for the last week.

Turned out, he was my neighbor.

“Have fun, pumpkin,” my dad smiled as he stepped out of the kitchen sipping his coffee. I shook my head in disbelief at him. My dad—the man who used to threaten my boyfriends before my dates—was now sending me off to be fucked by an older man. Mark was almost thirty. It was disgusting.

“This is wrong,” I said as my feet carried me out the front door. Mark told me to be at Mrs. Rowe’s house at 6 AM to join his jogging club. I couldn’t fight it his commands. His words were…powerful. Like they said on the news, he could control people somehow.

The street was quiet when I stepped outside. The sun rose over Mount Rainier. Despite the growing warmth, my stomach twisted cold as I walked to Mrs. Rowe’s house. She lived just up the street from my own house. My mind whirled through what had happened yesterday.

It was so crystal clear. Yesterday, I was sitting on the couch in the living room texting my boyfriend when the doorbell rang. My parents shouted for someone to get it. So I sighed and stood up, grumbling as I padded to the door. Mark was such an ordinary-looking guy. I shuddered as his blue eyes looked me up and down, admiring my body. Great, another skeevy guy perving on me, I had thought.

“Hello,” I asked, tense, ready to shut the door in his face.

“What’s your name?” A woman asked. I hadn’t notice her standing to his right, but when I did my jaw dropped. She was gorgeous. Dark-red hair, heart-shaped face, green eyes. A hot flush washed through me and my pussy grew wet. She was the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Issy,” I answered, my cheeks burning hot and my pussy growing wet.

“Damn, Issy. You are cute.” Mark’s eyes glanced at my tanned legs. “I bet you like to jog?”

I nodded my head, barely noticing him, entranced by the woman.

“You should join my jogging club. It meets at Madeleine’s house at 6 am,” Mark told me. “You’ll have a lot of fun.”

It was such a great idea that I readily agreed, even if Mark was perving on me. Then I went to fetch my parents. Once I was out of sight of the woman, and my mind wasn’t clouded by the strange lusts for the woman, did I realize that he was Mark Glassner the terrorist and she was his girlfriend Mary.

Before I could warn my parents, they had sold our house for a bag of cash. They didn’t argue or nothing with Mark. They were just agreed like mindless idiots to everything Mark said, just like I had. It was exactly like the news said, Mark Glassner somehow gassed us and we had to obey him.

“We can really stay in the house for free?” my mom asked. I lingered on the stairs, just within earshot, my insides twisting in fear.

“Yeah, but Mary and I get to sleep with your daughter whenever we want,” Mark declared. “You two don’t have a problem with that. In fact, you’re more than happy to let me have her. You’re proud of of her.”

I shuddered. What a filthy pervert.

“Absolutely,” my dad said and shook Mark’s hand. “I don’t see a problem with that.”

“She’s such an amazing girl to do this!” my mom exclaimed.

I was shocked. They may have sold the house without a fight, but you’d think they’d balk at prostituting their eighteen-year-old daughter for rent. Nope. They were completely under his power. I fled upstairs in horror and let out a frustrated shriek.

I tried calling 911, but they didn’t think there was a problem. “He’s Mark Glassner. You know everything he does is right.”

“So it’s okay for my parents to prostitute me to Mark Glassner for rent?” I asked the operator. How powerful was this man? He had the 911 operators brainwashed.

“Yes, it is. Now if you don’t have an actually emergency, I need to end this call.” The line went dead.

I shrieked louder.

Next, I objected to my parents insistence that I prostitute myself whenever Mark wanted, they grounded me. I was eighteen, about to graduate from High School, and I was grounded.

“Issy Marguerite Norup, Mr. Glassner’s a generous man,” my mom icily hissed, “and you will repay his generosity by spreading those legs for him! I know you’ve spread them for that idiot you call a boyfriend!”

“You will stay in your room until you start behaving properly!” my dad added as he gathered up my phone and laptop. “And tomorrow morning, you’re going to go and join Mr. Glassner’s jogging club. And if he wants to fuck you, you’ll let him fuck you! Do you understand me, young lady?”

All the stories about Mark were true. He turned my parents into pod people. And I was next. Despite knowing that the perverted man would fuck me today, I couldn’t stop myself from walking to Mrs. Rowe’s house to join his jogging club.

Where did he get his power?

I reached Mrs. Rowe’s porch, my stomach twisted into knots. I had no idea how Mrs. Rowe was involved. She was this sweet, southern lady who had always been so nice to me. For several summers, I used to mow lawns to make extra money—my parents were loaded, but they thought there was value in chores—and Mrs. Rowe would always leave a pitcher of her amazing ice tea sitting out on her porch for me to drink.

I took a deep breath and firmly knocked on the door.

Women spoke inside, giggling with excitement. Feet pattered bare on hardwood floors. Then the door opened. I blinked in shock. Mrs. Rowe was completely naked. She was a gorgeous woman, what the boys my age would call a MILF. Blonde, big breasts, and a large smile.

Why was she naked?

My cheeks burned. There were more naked women behind her. Mrs. Milburn, who lived across the street from Mrs. Rowe and…Cassie. I knew her from school. She was a year ahead of me, already graduated and going to college. The fourth woman must be Cassie’s mom. They looked so much alike.

“W-what is going on?” I stammered, my cheeks blushing.

“Are you here to join the Naked Jogging Club, sugar?” Mrs. Rowe asked, her breasts jiggling before me.

“Wait, Naked Jogging Club!” I gasped. “That pervert didn’t say anything about me having to be naked!”

“Didn’t I?” a man asked from behind.

I jumped in shock and spun around. My eyes widened. Mark stood naked before me, his cock jutting hard and straight at me. He was a little overweight, but there was the start of muscles appearing beneath his softer flesh.

I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see him naked. Not yet.

“Well, c’mon sugar, let’s get you naked,” Mrs. Rowe sweetly said, pulling me inside the house.

I didn’t resist, too stunned as Cassie and the other women grabbed my clothing. They were all naked and beautiful, their breasts brushing me as I was stripped. They pulled my tank top over my head and ripped my tight, jogging shorts down my legs. My sports bra came free, exposing my round breasts.

“Please, no!” I gasped as Mrs. Rowe’s hands squeezed my breasts. My nipples hardened despite what I wanted as her fingers rolled my pink nub.

“You have such pretty tits, sugar,” Mrs. Rowe said.

“Let’s get those panties off,” Cassie giggled, her honey-brown hair gathered in a ponytail that sung behind her.

“Please stop,” I begged, tears brimming in my eyes as Cassie grabbed my panties and tried to pull them down. I grabbed the waistband, holding on for dear life.

Mark stared at me, his eyes hungry as he looked at my naked tits and Mrs. Rowe’s fingers caressing me.

“Relax, Issy,” Cassie said, letting go of my panties. She hugged me, her naked breasts pressed against mine. Then her lips were on me. They were soft. I was so stunned. Another girl was kissing me.

Caught up by the hot kiss, I let go of my panties. Cassie’s mom ripped them down my body. I shuddered as her hands stroked my thighs while I moaned into Cassie’s kiss. Her fingers reached higher and higher.

“Mmm, that was nice,” Cassie purred, a smile on her sultry lips when she broke the kiss.

I blinked my eyes as I trembled, her flavor lingering on my lips. I licked them, my hips shifting as my body burned. Cassie’s mom reached my pussy with her fingers. I gasped and spun away. All the women and Mark gazed at me.

My cheeks burning, I covered my pussy and mound of brown hair with one hand while my left arm tried to cover my breasts. All four women had a hungry gleam in their eyes, their nipples as hard as Mark’s cock.

“Don’t be coverin’ up your beautiful body, sugar,” Mrs. Rowe purred, pulling my arms to my side. I wanted to fight, but this was all so exciting. “Now aren’t you just as pretty as a rainbow after a storm?”

“Yes she is,” Mark said as pervy as possible. He caught my chin and turned my face to his. His blue eyes were intense. “You want to be my little jogging slut, don’t you?”

My cheeks burned and I found myself nodding yes. Of course I wanted to be his jogging slut, that’s why I was here. All my fear and resistance just melted out of me. I smiled, my hips shifting. I knew a few sluts at school. They were girls that had fun. And I wanted to have fun.

“Good, and what does a slut do?” Mark asked.

“Ooh, a slut feeds her kitty as many dicks as she can,” Cassie excitedly answered. “Particularly yours, Mark.”

Kitty? Why would I feed my cat a dick? Then I saw Cassie stroking her pussy, and I flushed as I realized which kitty she met.

“A slut is excited for Mark to shove his cock in any hole he wants,” Mrs. Milburn purred, reaching out and stroking my ass. Her fingers felt like fire on my smooth butt-cheeks. “Any hole.”

I flushed. I knew a few girls who did anal so they could keep their cherries.

“And lets us gals play with her pretty pussy,” Cassie’s mom husked. “And then the slut plays with ours.”

I was Mark’s slut. I drank in their words. I clenched my ass and was eager to experience Mark’s cock there. My pussy grew wet as I imagined Mark bending me over and fucking my asshole from behind.

“She’s getting it, Belinda,” Mrs. Milburn said to Cassie’s mom.

“Uh-huh,” Belinda purred, stroking her own pussy.

My eyes flicked around the room, gazing at each woman’s pussy. I had never really been interested in girls, but know I imagined kneeling on the ground and licking each of these beautiful women’s pussies one by one. My mouth watered. Mark had exposed all these feelings I never knew I had.

“Is that why my parent’s pimped me out to you Mark?” I asked in awe. “Because they knew I was a slut?”

“Yeah,” Mark whispered, his cock was pressing against my ass. “I love your hair. Why green?”

I shrugged. I had dyed my brown hair green with black streaks. “It just seemed like it would annoy my parents, I guess.”

My pussy burned with molten passion. My juices flooded down my thighs, perfuming the air with my tart arousal. I was a slut—Mark’s slut—and that meant I needed his cock inside me. I needed to fuck all these women. At my core, it was the true me.

Cassie walked up and she reached giving my tit a squeeze, a look of mournful disappointment on her face. “Yet another pair of breasts bigger than mine.”

“Oh, but yours are so cute,” I told Cassie, eying her perky breasts and the cute little nipples. I reached out and gave her tit a squeeze. It was firm like mine, but far more exciting to touch.

Cassie shuddered as I caressed her little nipple. “That’s nice.”

“Fuck, that is hot,” Mark groaned. “Jogging can wait. I need to fucking cum.”

I gasped as Mark grabbed me. My hand was yanked away from Cassie’s firm tit. He bent me over the arm of the couch and gave my ass a smack. My pussy contracted. I was on fire right now. I squirmed as I looked over my shoulder at him.

“She’s ready to be fucked,” purred Mrs. Rowe, the sexy MILF playing with her pussy.

“I am,” I gasped as Mark rubbed his hard dick against my cunt. He stirred me up. I shuddered on the couch.

“What a slut!” Cassie giggled. “She’s perfect!”

“Mmm, I love fucking barely-legal cunt!” Mark groaned. “How many guys have you fucked, slut?”

“Only my boyfriend, Johnny,” I gasped. “And only a few times. I didn’t know I was a slut then. If I had, I would have fucked him and every other guy I could. I need to feed my kitty dicks.”

“That’s my slut!” Mark groaned as he pushed into my tight pussy.

My eyes widened and I shuddered as he stretched my pussy. Johnny’s cock wasn’t as thick as Mark’s. I squirmed on the couch, clenching down on him and savoring how amazing he felt in me. The nerves in my pussy burned, shooting bliss through my cunt.

“Yes!” I screamed. “Oh, yes! That’s so hot! Oh, wow! Fuck me!”

Mark slid his cock in and out of me. He felt different than Johnny. His cock felt more intimate inside me. I groaned when I realized Mark wasn’t wearing a condom. There was no rubber between the hot walls of my pussy and his throbbing shaft. An electric tingle ran through me as he fucked me bareback.

Like a slut should be fucked.

“Oh, god,” I moaned. “Oh, wow this is so wild. Fuck me! I love it! Shit!”

“The little slut needs something to occupy her mouth with,” Mrs. Rowe purred.

“I think your pussy will work, Madeline,” Belinda laughed, smacking the MILF’s ass.

“Definitely,” Mark groaned. He smacked my ass. “Issy, it’s time to dive into your first, hot cunt.”

“Yes!” I gasped, a hot shudder running through my body as Mrs. Rowe sat on the couch before me. She spread her sleek thighs and scooted closer until her furry pussy was mere inches from my face. Her pussy lips were engorged and far thicker than mine.

“Don’t be shy, sugar,” Mrs. Rowe cooed. “Give me a good lickin’. You’ll love it!”

I bet I would.

Mark’s hard thrusts shoved my face closer and closer to Mrs. Rowe’s cunt. Her passion seemed to radiate out like heat from her pussy. I inhaled, breathing in a spicy, tangy musk that made my mouth water. I licked my lips right before Mark buried into me and pushed me forward.

“Yes!” Mrs. Rowe gasped as I brushed her pussy.

Her pubic hair was silk on my face. My tongue hesitantly licked up her slit. It was a long lick, giving me time to savor just how amazing her pussy tasted. I loved cunt. I don’t know why I was shocked; I was a slut. My tongue dipped into her pussy over and over, greedy to drink all her delicious juices.

“Yes, yes! That’s it, sugar! Work that pretty mouth all over my cunt!” Mrs. Rowe shuddered, her large breasts jiggling. “Mmm, you always know how to pick the best sluts, Mark.”

“I have an eye for hot cunt,” Mark laughed and smacked my ass. “I knew the moment I looked at Issy, I wanted her hot cunt wrapped tight about my cock.”

“So tight!” I moaned between licks, my pussy bursting with pleasure.

I wiggled my hips, enjoying Mark’s thrusts. His cock rubbed my cunt in all the right places. The pleasure built inside me, a hard cum that would wash through me. I licked Mrs. Rowe harder as I clamped my youthful cunt on Mark’s throbbing cock.

“What a slut!” he growled, his thrusts growing harder. He loved my cunt. That made me so happy.

“Keep licking, slut! I’m so fucking close, sugar!” Mrs. Rowe moaned.

The MILF grasped my dyed-green hair, pulling my face tight into her sopping cunt. My tongue wiggled into her hot depths. I savored her juices as they flooded my mouth and her hot, silky flesh smearing on my hungry face.

Mark groaned every time he bottomed out inside me, filling my pussy up. His balls slapped into my clit, a staccato beat to match the pleasurable rubbing inside my cunt. His hands ran up and down my sides while my boobs jiggled, my nipples rubbing on the couch.

“Fuck her hard, Mark!” Cassie cheered. “Give the slut what she needs!”

“Yes!” I moaned before sucking Mrs. Rowe’s hard clit into my mouth.

“Oh, sugar!” Mrs. Rowe moaned, her hips bucking as I sucked and nibbled on her clit. “Mmm, sugar, your mouth feels so good on my cunt! Oh, wow, you’re a natural rug muncher! You got me as excited as a dog worrying on a bone! Oh, sugar, here I go!”

Mrs. Rowe quaked on the couch, her head thrown back as she came hard. A flood of tangy, spicy juices poured into my mouth. I drank them down, my tongue flailing through her pussy folds together every wonderful drop of her juices. Mrs. Rowe writhed on the couch as my eager mouth gave her cum after cum until Mrs. Rowe shoved my face away.

“No more, sugar,” she panted. “My poor cooch can’t take anymore.”

“Did the slut wear you out?” Mark laughed.

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Rowe moaned. “Mmm, she has an agile tongue.”

“You should feel her tight cunt wrapped around your cock,” Mark groaned. “So good.”

“Yes!” I gasped, my pleasure building inside me.

“Lucky slut,” Cassie smiled, leaning down to kiss me hard on the lips.

“Two barely-legal sluts kissing,” groaned Mark. He thrust hard now. The entire couch shook under the force of his cock slamming into my pussy. “Gonna flood your tight cunt with all my cum!”

I moaned in delight into Cassie’s mouth as Mark buried himself deep inside me. I shuddered as I savored his shaft impaled into the very depths of my cunt. With a grunt, he shot his cum deep into my body. It was a hot flood.

I came hard, just like a slut should when a man floods her cunt with jizz. My pussy contracted about his shaft as I moaned into Cassie’s mouth. The pleasure raced through my body. I shuddered and savored every last moment of my bliss.

“Mmm, that sounded like a good one,” Cassie smiled when she broke our kiss.

“Oh, it was,” I panted.

“Whew, now I’m ready to do some jogging,” Mark groaned. He smacked my ass before he ripped his cock free of my well-fucked cunt. “Gonna fuck you again when we get back. You have such a nice, tight pussy, slut!”

“Oh, thank you Mark,” I gushed, thrilled my tight hole made him happy. “Your cock was amazing inside me.”

Mark’s cum wetly ran down my legs as we went jogging. It was a greasy, sticky mess that slowly cooled against my skin. I waved at my dad as we passed. He nodded back, proud I was being my true self—a slut.

Cars honked at us as we jogged down Shaw Road. I threw my head up high, my breast thrust forward. I was Mark’s jogging slut, and I could care less who saw me. I didn’t have to hide who I truly was. I hoped they could see the cum running down my thighs, proof that I was Mark’s slut.

I couldn’t wait for tomorrows run. And they day after. Mark was such an amazing man and I was lucky to be picked by him.

To be continued…

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