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SEX SLAVE VIRGINS is the story of one young girl, who gradually discovers that other people have some startling and perverse fantasies they are desperate to play out. And she finds that she also enjoys them. Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, to Mary, her behavior and fantasies become a norm.
SEX SLAVE VIRGINS — a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
“I dare you,” Teresa said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Mary swallowed and found her mouth dry. But the clerk had gone in back to hunt for the film Mary had asked for. She stepped behind the counter, opened the glass case and quickly stuffed a long, cardboard box into her beach bag. When the man came back, the two of them were standing innocently by the cash register.
“Sorry, Miss, I don’t have any pictures for anyone by the name of Carter.”
“Thanks anyway,” Mary said, moving towards the door. She didn’t want to spend another minute in that place. She felt all tingly and breathless and when Teresa giggled as they went out, Mary gave her a push.
“You always try to mess me up,” she said, laughing now that they pulled off the small theft successfully.
Both girls were wearing bikinis and a boy in a car gave a little honk as he passed them. They’d taken the bus to the small beach town at the end of the line, something they often did during the summer. Teresa was Mary’s best friend. And during most of that friendship, they took turns daring each other to new and ridiculous feats. Mary tossed her blonde hair back from her face and tried to relax. It was the first time she’d actually stolen something. But more than that, she was nervous over what she’d taken from inside the glass case.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.