Darkness.

All she could see was darkness.

Pure black infinity. Millie shall only gaze into the abyss. It was nothing.

Her head was filled with the sounds of an engine moving and the incoherent chatter of the mean that had taken her. The splashing sound of the vehicle they were in running over a puddle was clear to her. The single dim light that illuminated the interior of the vehicle made a faint buzzing sound.

She wasn't sitting in a seat, but was dropped into the black and left to slide across the floor with every turn.

She would scream if her mouth wasn't filled with what tasted like an old rag, one that had clearly been stuffed in a pocket and forgotten about for months. This thing was covered in lint.

She still wondered if this was all a prank, or some kind of big misunderstanding. Maybe when they took the burlap sack off of her head they would realize they've got the wrong gal and let her go. Or maybe she was just going to wake up from this awful nightmare in a few seconds. Dreams tend to have anticlimactic endings like that.

Millie felt the vehicle come to a stop. The doors opened, but it sounded like the front ones. She was still stuck in the back. It didn't sound like there was anybody in here with her anymore. It was just darkness.

5 minutes passed. Millie was all alone. She thought about why this happened in the first place. Her parents had always taught her that straying too far from the farm would get her kidnapped. She listened to every word they said and never even thought about leaving without them. She still wound up wherever she is now.

10 minutes passed. She was still here. At this point it was likely close to 4 in the morning. She had stopped thinking of what they wanted with her, that only lead to fear. If she was going to be eaten, tortured, or sacrificed it was probably best to just let it happen. It was only gonna get worse if she thought.

15 Minutes passed. Millie felt like they weren't going to come back. They could be gone. Maybe she could escape right now and nothing bad would happen to her. She had to get this ropes off her arms if she wanted to break free. She struggled against them, like people do on TV. Her wrists shifted around to try and shift out of her bindings.

As soon as Millie thought she was about to make some progress, she could hear the sound of the backdoor opening.

You get her legs, I'll get her top half." The disembodied voice spoke from the shadows.

Millie could do little to resist as she was lifted out of the vehicle, and into what looked like a brighter environment. The light peered in through her makeshift blindfold. She could hear the sounds of the two men transporting her complaining about her weight. Not only that, but a very faint jazz track playing on a record in the background.

The men viciously dropped her onto a hard surface, probably wood. She could smell the smoke of a cigar. A door closed behind her. She was thought to be alone. Millie attempted to force herself onto her knees so that she might be able to stand.

Her heart sank as she felt a clawed hand yank the sack right off of her head. She came face to face with an older male imp, one that wore a pencil moustache. This was hardly the time to mention it, but Millie had just realized this man was outright attempting to appear as a 40's gangster, with a suit and bowler hat and everything. How haughty.

He took a puff of his cigar. "You're cute enough, yeah," He blew smoke into Millie's face. "You will make an excellent partner for my son."

Millie could only reply with "Huh?", as a mouthful of rag had kept her quiet. She was stunned, and had become less terrified simply based on how odd an opener that was.

"I suppose this must seem a bit confusing from your position. Let me clue you in to the situation." The imp rose from his chair. He paced around the office, standing next to various different portraits of his family.

"My name is Crimson, this is my son, Moxxie. His momma walked out on him some time back, he has been quite lonely ever since. Moxxie stays in his room all day, he never leaves, he never does anything. My son is missing a bitch, you see."

Millie recoiled in disgust, feeling slimed out by this man's behavior. She kept still and listened.

"That is where you come in, dear female. I am not aware of your name, nor do I care for it. What I am interested in are these," Crimson touched his cigar against Millie's breast. "You've got tits, and that's all that matters. You are to use these tits to please my son. Make him happy, keep him active. He needs to get out of his room and back to work so he doesn't end up leaving like his mother did. I will give you one week, if, in that timeframe, Moxxie is still moping and whining, than we will move on to another girl. If you try and run away, you're going to be sleeping with the fishes." Crimson turned back towards Millie.

"Do I make myself clear?" He removed her gag.

"Did you just actually say 'sleeping with the fishes'?, like, unironically?" Millie asked.

"I will take that as a yes. My men are instructed to leave you alone, if you try and escape, things will change." Crimson removed a switchblade from his coat pocket. Millie recoiled in fear, trying to put her hands up before she realized they were bound.

With one quick swipe, Crimson instantly cut through the ropes that kept Millie bound. He didn't leave a scratch on her, though she did experience some ropeburn.

"Remember, chick. 1 week. Keep it in mind, and make that boy into a man. And make sure he doesn't hear a word about any of this!" Crimson winked. He hurriedly rushed Millie out of the office as he shut the door behind her.

Millie broke down as soon as she was out of sight. She slumped over onto a wall, and then onto the floor. She was breathing heavily and starting to cry. This entire situation was something unknown to her. 2 hours ago she was taking a walk on the farm, now she's been made into a whore. She was going to be raped by this Moxxie fellow, and that was the ideal outcome, the other was being murdered.

She thought about her family, and if she was ever gonna see her again. She knew her parents were going to be out looking for her in a few hours, but they weren't gonna find her in a mobster's mansion. She wondered about what her brother would think...

Millie stopped thinking.

it's a good time to take a look at the mansion. It's a beautiful mansion indeed.

Millie found her way down to the Foyer, with no tour guide needed. She took a look at the main door, it was unlocked. Guess that means she can take a look at the garden. Might remind of home, Millie misses home. She took a step out of the building, and to her surprise, was not immediately shot by a thousand different tommy guns.

It was about time for the sun to come up, maybe, Millie hadn't seen a clock in a hot minute. It couldn't be later than 5 though. The sky looked amazing with the moon lighting it up the way it did. The garden this place had was also pretty sweet.

Millie hadn't ever even heard of some of these plants, they must've been the kind of thing you'd get as a goetia or something. She pressed her hand over one, and watched it open it's mouth to snap back at her. Not all plants are friendly, it seems.

Millie explored the garden. It was a new world to her. Despite being surrounded by endless plants her entire life she still seemed to have a bit of joy in these new forms of fauna she was experiencing. They made it seem like life here wasn't going to be so bad, but she knew that was just the stockholm talking, even though she read on a blog post that stockholm syndrome was fake, she still felt like it was probably pretty real for her. She preferred being alive to being dead, so she was pretty happy that these guys that had taken her were keeping her alive.

Was she happy to be trafficked? She contemplated to herself. She sat by the pond, hugging her legs and letting her chin rest on her knees. She was alone now. The building was full of all kinds of dangerous men, nobody she wanted to be around. As a vulnerable young girl, she was alone.

Was this her life from now on?

She closed her eyes, and started crying.

Her sobbing was violent and loud. She didn't care who she attracted.

Hence why the voice she heard barely even registered to her,

"Why are you crying?" They spoke.

Millie looked up, wiping her tears with her hands. She wasn't expecting to see a kid here, a boy. She almost forgot that this was the entire reason she was here in the first place. This kid, Moxxie was his name, she was supposed to take care of him now.

Moxxie simply looked at her, waiting for her response. His eyes were the size of the moon, like he was about to cry just from seeing her like that. Millie didn't want that, so she stopped crying.

"It's nothing, sweetie. I guess I just had a bad dream." Millie tried to keep a brave face.

"Would you like to sleep in my bed?" Moxxie asked. "That's what I did with my mom when I had nightmares, well, when she was still here."

Millie felt kind of offended, before she remembered how young Moxxie was. No way this boy understood what was going on. His voice gave her the impression that puberty was still a ways to go for him.

"I'm flattered, sweetie, but boys and girls aren't supposed to sleep together after a certain age. My parents say it'll start rumors." Millie looked at the pond with Moxxie, his eyes were solely fixated on her.

"Well, would you like a hug?" Moxxie asked. Begging her to say yes with his body language, He shook with anticipation.

"I-" Millie took a deep breath. "I'd love a hug, thank you."

As soon as Millie accepted Moxxie's proposal, he lunged towards her with his arms outstretched, giving her the tightest hug his little body could muster.

"Woah! You're stronger than ya look, fella." Millie smiled. It felt like it'd been years since she could feel this close to a person. This was the kid that was supposed to be so isolated? He seemed practically starved for attention.

Moxxie asked, with his arms still around her. "Why are you here in the first place?"

Millie realized she didn't really have a cover for herself here. She had to make up something on the spot. "I'm working here! It's a summer job, yep. Your daddy hired me to uh, clean his house! I'm a maid."

"Then why aren't you in a maid costume?"

"They, um, didn't have any in my size. And you're supposed to say outfit, not costume."

Moxxie barely listened to what she was saying. He had a serious staring problem. "So, you're here to clean our house?"

"Sure am!" Millie perked up. "I'm fixing to be the best maid you've ever met in your life!"

Moxxie's face wore a smile of anticipation. "I can't wait to see you clean!" The boy was to innocent to know how off putting that was, and Millie was too charmed to tell him. "Would you like to see my room?" Moxxie clutched his fists together.

"I'd love to!" Millie felt Moxxie grab onto her hand, she didn't resist. He led her around back inside the building, onto the second floor, and into her room. Moxxie unlocked the door with a key he carried in the sleeve of his suit jacket. He open the door, letting Millie step inside first.

Millie took a look around, noticing things like the lack of modern decoration. Everything was old-timey and dandy-esque. The boy had an entire piano in his room for whatever reason. The whole place was bigger than anything she expected for a boy on his own, it was like a hotel suite. The bed had to be an emperor sized, no idea how he didn't get lost in that thing. It was way cleanlier than anybody was expecting out of a boy his age.

Millie sat down on the bed next to him. "You're all alone in here?" She asked the boy.

He nodded, not wanting to give too many details.

"Well that ain't right." Millie chided. She remembered that this little guy didn't have a mother, but there was no reason his dad couldn't have stepped up a little.

"This is the first time I've ever had a girl in my room before," Moxxie's heart raced. "I hope you like it."

Millie was polite. "I love it, dude. You've got a whole old-school fancy thing goin' on here. Looks like where the Monopoly Man would live." She smirked.

Moxxie's eyes lit up. He really liked Millie, and he wanted her to like him back. This was only the second woman he had ever met in his life, and he had quickly come to learn a few things about this gender. As Millie strolled about, checking out the room. Moxxie was staring straight at her ass, barely contained by those jeans. It couldn't have been comfortable to walk around with your pants hugging you that tightly. He envisioned, inside his head, an image of Millie's ass suddenly being fed up with being strangled like that, and breaking out.

Moxxie thought he was being sneaky, but Millie could clearly see him staring through his reflection out of a mirror on the opposite side of the room. It's you own mirror man, you should know it was there. The words ran through Millie's mind, she just couldn't bare to say them aloud. Everything the boy has been through made her feel nothing but sympathy for him, and besides, he was cute. She might've tried to jump his rod even had she not been forced by his dad, she was warming up to the idea of being in this position anyway.

Moxxie's eyes were finally pulled away from Millie's rear as she turned back around to face him. Nonchalantly continuing the thrilling conversation they were having together. "Pretty cool place ya got here, Mox." Millie smiled awkwardly.

"Where are you going to be staying while you're here?"

Wish I knew. Millie searched for an answer. She was probably expected to give up her pussy on night one and then just stay in Moxxie's bed the rest of the time she was here. There's worse places to sleep, but she still wanted her own bed. "I'm gonna find out tonight." Millie told a half-truth.

Moxxie looked concerned. "if you don't have anywhere else to stay, you can stay here. I know boys and girls aren't supposed to stay in the same beds, so I can sleep on the floor tonight if that would be good for you."

Millie looked a little bit less concerned; she felt somewhat safe in Moxxie's presence. This little boy couldn't be anything like his father. Even after he grew up it'd be hard to imagine this little guy as a mob boss. He's more the kind to be designing stages and costumes for a theater somewhere. She smiled at his offer. "That's very, very kind of you, Moxxie. I'm fine with taking the bed, but I'm not going to kick you out of it, rascal. It looks big enough for the two of us, and maybe a horse could fit in there as well." She glanced back over to Moxxie's king sized bed. "I won't tell my parents, and your dad seems like he's fine with us in the same bed."

Moxxie's eyes widened. "Really?" He attempted to hide his overwhelming excitement. Before his mother left, he might've just been jumping for joy at this moment. He restrained himself, wanting to immediately hop into the bed and wrap his arms around Millie, he instead merely snipped underneath the covers and briefly awaited her arrival.

The awkward smile on her face summed up Millie's experience entirely. She felt almost guilty for being somewhat happy in spite of everything that was going on. Things had gotten so hectic here, she had forgotten that everything was also hectic back home too, and why. She slid into bed next to Moxxie and pulled the blanket on top of her, it was kind of heavy.

"This is a really comfy bed, sweetie." Millie delighted. Somehow, even as a sort of hostage she still felt safe next to this boy. "One part of it is throwing me off though, it's that little thing poking me in my backside." Millie made her discomfort known.

"Oh, that? That's uhh, that would be, uh, er.."

"It's your junk?"

"Yeah, it's.. yeah." Moxxie struggled to find the words. He merely put his hands together and prayed she would still be in his room in 5 minutes.

"That's alright." Millie stated calmly.

"You're not mad?" Moxxie was relieved,

"Why would I be mad? I shared a room with my br-, sibling, my sibling, for years. I'm used to this by now."

"It's new for me." Moxxie blushed.

"Oh! Oh dearie, I thought you were a little older than that, boy. I didn't realize you were still going through puberty." Moxxie felt a little bit more comfortable as Millie was able to give it a name. "But MAN oh man, does it feel like you're fully grown." She inched away from him, creating a larger gap between the two as one of her legs already dangled off the couch. "Whatever you've got in your PJ's has got to be a monster."

"Would you like to see it?" Moxxie's eyes were filled with opportunity. How could she say no to that face?

"Uh, sure." Millie blurted out. The irony of the situation was not lost on her. This was her goal in the first place, forced upon her by the boy's father, yet it was only by his circumstancial attraction that she was able to lower his defenses.

Interrupting her thoughts was the presence of Moxxie's massive cock springing forth as his pants slid off the blanket was thrown to the side. Millie was only 16, and she hadn't seen a lot dicks, but she knew that was a big fucking dick when she saw it. Moxxie was packing.

It was so weird to see someone with meat like that softly mew "Do you like it?" As he observed her staring. Of course I like it!. Millie internally screamed. It was pretty damn hard to find a woman that didn't want to see 11 inches of red meat when her um, arranged partner dropped his pants. She was still pretty woozy on the idea of fucking him, but his size definitely made things a lot easier.

"Moxxie?" Millie asked.

"Yes, Millie?" She could see her reflection in his eyes.

"Do you know exactly what sex is?" She asked.

"Yeah, my dad told me all about it."

"That's... worrying, but that does mean you know how to penetrate me, right?"

He pointed towards her rear, pressing his finger against her her pants. "Right here?" He pointed to her hole.

"Yeah, right about there would be good, I guess." She was flush, imagining anal for the first time. Though it seemed like quite an obvious option once she weighed the pros and cons. A little bit of ass pain doesn't compare to just how bad things could get if she was knocked up by the kid.

She, with reluctance unimaginable, removed her tights. Moxxie eye's were fixed to her lower body, intently watching as she exposed her succulent thighs, his first view of a pussy, and her finely-toned legs. His mouth hung agape as he watched. The feelings Millie expressed when she saw his dick were fully mutual. Her body had made instantly finish puberty. Millie bent over the bed, laying her top half on it while her legs touched the floor. Her bare, red ass tantalized Moxxie's eyes. She spread her asshole open ever so slightly, "Well, I guess ya' can put it in, just be gently, kid." Her voice made it obvious that she was nervous.

Moxxie nodded. He understood how serious this was. He knew the pain of losing a woman, and he feared embarrassing himself here would cause him to lose another one. Maybe those fears were unfounded, but they were still taking up space in his consciousness. His cock felt heavy in his own hand. He placed it upon Millie's rear, gazing at it, skin on skin. He saw they were the exact same color. She had to be with him. He pressed it inside her, slowly parting his walls without the use of his hands. Both were kept squarely on her cheeks, he wanted to play with them for hours.

Millie was biting Mozzie's pillow as she felt her insides being penetrated for the first time. She was so, SO very glad that her sibling had taught her how take a dick in her behind. Anal is hard enough without the prep, but manageable for imps. Technique is key in order to atleast survive a dry buttfucking. She just had to clench properly. Can't forget the clenching, clenching was the most important part. That would keep him from completely dooming you as soon as he started thrusting.

Moxxie moved surprisingly quick, as he had already started bucking his hips for the first time. It must've been nature, coming to him by default. He had an innate desire to breed inside of him. He wan't going to get much breeding done with this hole, but you couldn't explain that to his balls. About 60 seconds of humping and he was already about to release. He had never cum before, and didn't even understand what cumming was. Needless to say he was terrified that he was about to pee inside Millie's butt. He wanted to supress this urge, just keep plapping faster and faster, but that just made it worse.

Millie quickly felt the sesnation of Moxxie releasing his load inside of her. That boiling imp load was potent even at a young age. His cum raged and burned inside of her. Normally she wouldn't appreciate a quick shot, but she was relieved to not have to take it in her ass anymore. She was already clawing up his bed as it was. She felt him jizz inside her and she could only coo with glee as she felt him take it out. "You came!"

Moxxie was panicking, running around with his half-limp dick and attempting to clean Millie whilst preparing an apology. He was suddenly calmed by her angelic voice explaining what this is, normazlizing it in his mind. "I did? I did!". He tried to play along, it seemed like cumming was good.

"That was a pretty big and hot load, mister." Millie laughed. She was obviously very tired by now. The sun was coming up.

Moxxie slid into bed with her as soon as he was done wiping his prick clean. He noticed that Millie didn't see clean up as necessary. It seemed like she was halfway asleep as soon as she had released him from her ass. Moxxie crawled up next to her. He placed his arm around her, slightly feeling up her boob as he felt her slipping into slumber. At the end of the day, her trauma took a backseat to her biological urge to sleep. He had many questions to ask her, but she could not give answers in the postion she was in. Instead, he merely enjoyed her. He hoped that she would never leave him.

Moxxie closed his eyes.

All he could see was darkness.

Darkness.