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'Wanna kiss?' Violet said to me. I felt, as urged by hormones, to say yes. But subconsciously I knew I could say no and keep my pride. But just look at me. I'm a gigantic blueberry. I didn't even have to answer as I found Violet edging towards me, then her big, plump lips were sent flying into mine. Suddenly, we just ended up kissing. She was full of passion, while mine was more of a robotic motion. I didn't really mind it, but I didn't really see the point. I heard what sounded like a garage door opening. One side of the room I was kept in suddenly became a transparent window. About 50 drunken hillbillys were hollering and shouting at us. It suddenly hit me, they were watching me as if I was some sort of hooker, this being some form of red light district for blueberries. Violet didn't seem to care, she was loving it, being exposed in front of tons of drunken old men. Me on the other hand, it felt forced. I had to carry on otherwise they'd most likely riot and pop me. I carried on kissing her, my eyes clenched, just waiting for this to blow over. It took 10 minuets of vigorous kissing until the garage door finally slid shut in the room and I released my kiss on Violet, panting heavily.

'Whoa! What a rush!' Violet yelled, giggling. Me on the other hand, I was a bit shocked. 'Hey, sexy, you ok?'. I tried not to admit it. It WAS a rush. All those eyes gazing at me, watching my body, my tight panties, my bulging breasts. I was more horny then ever before. I don't know why though, but I still had some shred of dignity left in me, so I didn't reply to her question. She just sighed and said 'weird'. I flapped my hands vigorously in a flurry of horniness and conflicting emotion. Then the door opened again. In came my knight in shining armour. Roger glided in and walked up to me.

'How was your first show?' Roger asked me. He had what looked like a false smile on. Almost like a look of jealousy. But then I did something that surprised the both of us. I just grunted and then said:
'I need to be juiced.'

'What? Juiced? You don't like being a blueberry?' he asked.

'I LOVE being a blueberry. But I just feel... dirty... I don't want to be shown like this...' I told him.

'Well... there is a problem with your request...' Roger said.

'What's that?'

'Well... you know the juicer? It's really just a drunk guy who's paid money to sleep with you.'

'Oh god... can't you just juice me?'

'Who, me? But that'd mean having to sleep with you...' He didn't even need to finish his sentence for me to agree with that idea.

'Roger, sleep with me...' I said through gritted teeth.

'What!?' Roger said in a hushed whisper.

'Juice me... PLEASE...' I begged. He shrugged and just sighed.

'If the boss finds me juicing you, he'll go nuts...'

'I don't care, juice me!' I screamed in an erotic moan.

'I can't! I...' another person entered through the door.

'Well well well well, what do we have here?' said a voice I somehow remember.

'Just checking up on a blueberry, skeeter sir...' Roger said, scared.

'My oh my, what a fine looking blueberry' Skeeter said, coming up to me and grabbing what used to be my ass. I just closed my eyes and pretended it was someone else.

'Yes, she is' Roger said almost robotically.

'We're gonna make her a whoreberry she's that good! Send her to the 'Juicing booths'' he cackled. My eyes widened. The prospect of getting juiced still excited me, but now, I was going to have old man hump my body. I almost cried.

'But sir, I already labelled her as Rank B, she's just gonna put on shows and...'

'I heard her scream 'Juice me! Juice me!', that kinda whorish language gets you what you deserve!' he said, slapping my ass and cackling to himself. She shoved me violently and squeezed me through the door so hard I thought I was going to pop there and then. He just played with my body, not like Rogers safe and caring hands, he just forced himself and I found myself rolling, screaming, into a door marked with a half-assed painted '8' on it.

'You're whore number 8, your gonna get a bit o' fun, then your either gonna burst, get juiced, or re-fucked. I don't care, you're not my problem now!' he laughed, slamming the door behind me. I whimpered. I was helplessly horny. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to be juiced. But now I know it's against my will. I know, mentally, that I was going to be forced to have sex with a guy who will have more teeth than braincells. The wait was agonizing. Rocking on my crotch didn't serve as a great relaxant either, pressing into my privates, driving my sexual desire through the roof. After half an hour of waiting, the door on the other side of the room opened. I moaned at the sight, it was a guy who looked almost like Roger, except even cuter. 'I'm Eric' he said in a sultry tone. I felt like I was in a porn, and I loved it. 'Roger called me, he said that he wishes he could be here.' That made me moan even more. 'He said that since I know how to drive a truck, I'd be able to rush you to mine and drive you back home.'. I just heard that as 'I was sent because I'm as hot as lava.'.

'Oh yes!' I moaned without being touched. My hormones were driven through the roof. He rolled me on my back and I was proudly in position for him. As sexy as my panties felt on me, I had to have them forcefully removed, but that was all good in my eyes. I was ready for him. Eric unzipped himself and what followed after that could only be described as fireworks. My brain went from horny and concerned to full blown sex object. I reached my climax and I felt between my legs quiver as my tight, round body almost exploded, a small section of my body releasing more than it's worth in juice. I felt weary, almost unconscious after that. When I came too, I was driving down a road with Eric, my saviour, at the wheel. I was redressed in my panties and my bra which fell of not so long ago. My ass was enormous and my breasts were the size of watermelons, but I didn't care, I was just glad to be back on the road.

'Wakey wakey, sleepy head' Eric said to me. He presented me with a yellow pill.

'What's this?' I asked.

'Take this, you'll remember everything. Your past, your name, your friends, family.'

'Will I remember that amazing blueberry sex?' I asked.

'No' he said, 'I only did that so that I could get you out of there' he said to himself. He drove on and I looked at the pill. I took it and within seconds I was knocked out. I found myself back in the abandoned factory. Some of the girls which I blew up with and weren't taken were still there. Surprising that they were there for so long.

'Helena, help us!' they yelled, for being there for so long I could appreciate their concern.

My real name is Helena. I am a schoolgirl. I do not remember anything from the past day or so. All I remember is that being a blueberry, stripping into nothing but tight panties, feels damn good.
Final part, and perhaps the only, ONLY time I include this amount of... 'arousal' in a story.
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Nagi21 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2010
's there gonna be a part 3?:D
JoExpandable Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2010
Sadly, no. XD This is the end, people kept on hassling me to finish it so I did XD
Nagi21 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2010
Sadness T-T. Did he get all of them or just her tho >.>...
JoExpandable Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2010
Well she had more relation with him. I guess I can do a side story about the others but I don't think that'll be happening any time soon.
Nagi21 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2010
Ah yea cause I was just wonderin about the other two that got taken with her ^^". If you don't have a problem with it I'd be interested in writing a lil' spinoff with those two >.>
JoExpandable Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2010
Not at all, go ahead. The only reason why I am not doing it myself is that I had terrible writers block when writing this story.
Nagi21 Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2010
I know the feeling... I got a handful of series I'm on hold with cause of writers block myself ^^". Hoping something new will give me a kick or something:D
Nagi21 Featured By Owner Sep 8, 2010
Hmm... why was she gonna burst when fucked? o.O?
J-42 Featured By Owner Jun 10, 2010
I don't know why, but I keep imagining that Roger is British.
bstreak Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2010
Fantastic, and I didn't know you had it in you. ;)
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