Trailer Trash Teen Ch. 11

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Chapter Eleven: Rough and Gentle
(M+/f, F/f, blackmail)
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Tina awoke screaming.

Ice cold water was spraying down on her body. She lashed about, trying to keep the water out of her face, but strong hands restrained her.

She gurgled as water rushed into her mouth. She couldn’t move, couldn’t get up from her sitting position. Her strong slender legs flailed about helplessly as someone laughed gleefully at her plight.

She was in the shower, at home at her trailer, she realized through her panic. Someone had brought her in here while she had slept. But who?

Suddenly the water was turned off, and her arms were let go. The teenage girl spat more water out of her mouth, and rubbed her eyes frantically with her hands until she could open them and look up to see two amused men staring down at her.

It was Don and Larry, the loan-sharks. Tina’s stomach churned.

“Good to see ya awake,” said Don, the taller of the two. He was dressed more casually than he had been on Thursday: loose tweed slacks and a simple black shirt, its top few buttons undone to reveal a mass of hair on his chest. Larry, in contrast, wasn’t even dressed that nice. The short round man wore ratty blue-jeans, a red shirt, and an old leather jacket.

Tina sputtered at the sight of them, feeling sick all over. In a sudden rush the memories from the night before came flooding back to the girl: The party at Michelle’s sister’s house. The drugs, the beer, the blowjobs and endless sex. He slutty, shameful behavior, all by choice, all consensual.

“Oh, God…” the hung over teenager blubbered. She felt like she was going to be sick.

“Looks like ya had a hell of a night,” Don grinned at her. “We tried everything to wake ya, but all you did was keep blathering about how ya didn’t want to see your uncle again.”

“Yeah,” giggled Larry. “An’ you kept saying you was gonna be a mama.”

Tina took in a deep breath, and struggled to stand in the slippery stall. It was difficult. She felt as if she’d been hit by a truck– her whole body ached in pain. She felt dehydrated and sore from head to toe.

“I… was having a nightmare,” she said to the men, who helped her step out of the shower.

She was completely naked, but she didn’t care. These men had already seen it. What did it matter anyway? They were just there for the money.

Hopefully.

After wrapping herself in a towel, Tina followed Don and Larry out of the small bathroom as Don laughed about how fucked up she looked.

“I seen crack-whores in better condition,” he declared. “I bet you drank a good share of the booze in this county last night, didn’t ya?”

The mere mention of alcohol made Tina’s stomach churn again. “I guess,” she said hoarsely.

When they got to the kitchen, Larry began to make coffee. Don was lecturing her about how to avoid a hangover, but Tina barely listened. Her head in her hands, the girl sat at the kitchen table feeling utterly miserable as more details emerged in her foggy memory of her behavior the night before.

I acted like a child, she thought. I acted like the girl Uncle Rick and George forced me to be for those damned videos. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“You listen’ to me?” Don said.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” the girl mumbled sullenly. “No mixing liquor with beer, or something.”

Don grinned. “That’s free advice. Kid like you gotta be careful. You dumb kids don’t know how to drink, so you just chug down everything in sight. It kills a lot of ya, you know.”

Tina nodded her head, which felt three times larger than normal. The coffee smelled good.

“Enough of that, though,” Don said as he sat down next to her. “Time for business. You owe us money.”

Tina looked up at him, and gave him a nasty glare. “My daddy owes you money,” she said. “I’m just paying some of it off for him. Get him caught up.”

Don and Larry both laughed at that. A cup of coffee was placed before her, and Tina gratefully sipped at it even though she had a bad feeling about the way she was being treated. Something wasn’t right.

“No, girl, you owe us money,” Don said sinisterly. “You wanted to save your daddy, and we agreed. Now you owe us the balance.”

“What?!” Tina gasped, outraged. “I, no, that wasn’t the deal! I said I’d help pay his down payment, that’s all! You agreed and–“

“Shuddup a minute!” Don barked. “That wasn’t the agreement! The agreement was that you’d do anything to keep us from bustin’ your daddy up real good, remember?”

Tina just stared at him. Technically, he was right.

“Alright,” he said. “So we didn’t do it. And we’re not gonna, so long as you play ball.

“See,” he went on, “our boss, Mr. Lothario, he ain’t been too pleased with your precious daddy lately. In fact, when we came over the other day, we were told to give him two options.

“His first option was to pay the entire amount he owed Mr. Lothario. The second was to spend the next twelve months or so in a hospital.”

“Or the cemetery,” Larry giggled.

“Larry, please,” Don said, grinning. “Actually, we weren’t gonna kill him. But we knew he wouldn’t have the money, so we were going to teach him a lesson. But then you were here instead, and you seemed so desperate to save your daddy… well, what can I say? I’m just a big softy, I guess, ‘cause I took pity on you.”

“No you didn’t,” Tina said with a sob. “You lied to me!”

“Fuck no,” he said. “We kept our promise. When we saw our boss later that night, we told him that your dad had miraculously come up with the cash. All of it.

“See, we lied to our boss for you.”

Don sighed. “I don’t like lying to my boss, Tina. But it was either that or break our promise to you, and come back here when your dad returned and, well, make an example of him.”

“We paid Mr. Lothario with our own money,” Larry giggled, his yellow teeth flashing menacingly as he did. “Now you have to pay us back.”

“Larry’s right,” Don said. “We paid off your daddy’s debt. We lied to our boss. And why? Because we made you a promise.”

Tina was shaking her head, slowly. She could not believe this. With a foreboding feeling she asked, “How much did you pay?”

“Nine g’s,” Larry smiled.

“Nine thousand dollars!?!” Tina gasped.

“Now, I know a kid like you won’t have that much money. Which is why Larry and I came up with a payback plan the two of us figure you’d be into.”

“You’re gonna love it!” Larry giggled.

Tina could already envision the plan in her mind. With a feeling of inevitability she asked, “What’s the plan?”

“We pay you a hundred dollars a week to meet with us every Saturday afternoon for a few hours. Either here or someplace else, it don’t matter. You entertain us the way you did the other day, and in just under a couple years or so you’ll have earned all the money you owe.”

Tina slumped her head, and rubbed her temples slowly. He head was pounding, her stomach churning. What had she gotten herself into?

“Okay,” she whispered.

“Thought you’d like the plan,” Don grinned.

Just then Tina stood. The men watched as she walked off, her small dripping body still wrapped tightly in a large white towel. She went to her bedroom, found her purse, and returned.

As the men stared at her in surprise, she counted out $500 from the money she’d earned at EZ’s and placed it on the small table in front of Don.

“There,” she said softly. “I owe $8500 now.”

Don nodded, apparently impressed. “Where’d a kid like you get this money?” he asked.

“I told you,” she said with a sigh, not making eye-contact with him. “I have a friend. He loaned it to me.”

“Good enough,” Don said, placing the money in his wallet. “But the plan is still–“

“I know,” Tina interrupted him. He didn’t have to explain to her. The girl knew all too well that she was at their mercy, now. The teenager was used to such situations.

“One afternoon a week,” she finally said.

“Right.”

“I can do that,” she said flatly.

“Good,” Don grinned. “Then why don’t we start?”

Tina frowned. Her poor young pussy was so incredibly sore, and she was so incredibly hung over, that she couldn’t imagine fucking these two men right now.

“I’m still… so sore from Thursday,” she lied. In fact, she was a quick healer. She had fucked them Thursday, the Oilmen Thursday night, and God knew how many people only the night before at that party.

Don exchanged glances with Larry.

“Alright,” she finally heard him say with a sigh. “Get on your knees. You can at least blow us.”

Tina breathed out in relief. Finally, a break!

The teenage girl got up from her seat, and without making eye-contact, got on her knees next to the table. A moment later Don and Larry were at either side of her.

Just have to make them cum, she told herself. Make them cum, then go back to sleep.

Their cocks came out and were flaccid. Great, the girl thought. Slowly she wrapped her small hands around either one of them, and began to stroke.

The men, meanwhile, were making jokes about cum being a hangover cure. Tina ignored them as she watched the penises grow large and erect in her hands.

She began sucking on Don’s cock first, and realized her mouth was sore, too.

How many cocks did I suck at Michelle’s sister’s anyway? she wondered.

As she moistened Don’s large, thick member as best she could, Tina realized how far she’d come since only a couple days before, when she hadn’t believed she’d be able to take his cock down her throat. This time she began the blowjob by swallowing down the man’s large penis, feeling her throat swell as she suppressed her gag reflex and took it all the way in.

“Jesus Christ,” Don said above her. “We got you trained quick, didn’t we?”

You and about a hundred others, she thought in annoyance. With one hand she continued to jerk off Larry while with her other she held the base of Don’s cock in place.

She gasped for air as she pulled it out from her mouth, and felt Larry turn her head toward his more modestly sized member. Almost immediately the teenage cocksucker took his penis down her throat, too, while she stroked Don’s now slick member with her other.

After coming up for air again, she was turned once more to Don’s cock, and she obediently swallowed it down. This went on for nearly fifteen minutes. Neither guy seemed interested in a “proper” blowjob– they didn’t want tongue, or technique at all.