Young and lovely Jane writhed naked in bondage on her marriage bed.
This was her wedding night. Beautiful Jane was a shy and timid virgin. She was afraid of sex, but that wasn't going to stop her husband, Clark.
He was a dominant master-which Jane was discovering for the first time.
She was blonde, full-breasted, long-legged.
She lay on her back, chained and spread-eagled, with her pink pussy nakedly exposed.
He sat on the bed, naked, fondling his squirming young bride. Jane twisted helplessly in her chains while he caressed her luscious breasts.
His stiff erection rose from his hips, a thick column of red flesh. Jane looked at it moaned, then quickly looked away.
He put his hand between her legs and fondled her pussy.
"Please-please, don't hurt me!" Jane begged.
"It only hurts the first time," he grinned. "And nothing is going to stop me from taking my virgin bride for her first time-now!"
Jane wept as he climbed on top of her. Her life of slavery was only beginning!
CHAPTER ONE
When sweet Jane woke up, she was naked and in bondage.
It was a most bizarre way to begin a honeymoon.
Jane was young and lovely. She was only twenty-two years old, and was a classic American beauty, with blonde hair, blue eyes and ripe red lips.
Her honey-colored hair was shot through with golden highlights. It hung in shimmering waves down to the middle of her back.
Her oval face was strikingly attractive. It had the clean lines and elegantly formed features of a high-fashion model.
But unlike the models in the fashion magazines, Jane was not thin and flat-chested. She had a voluptuous physique.
She was high-breasted and long-legged. Her body glowed with the glowing tones of good health and top conditioning.
Her breasts were luscious. They were surprisingly large for a girl whose overall frame was so lean and slender.
Her flesh was sleek and fair, with a flawless peaches-and-cream glow.
Her nipples were flat buttons of flesh on the tips of her breasts. They were a shade of soft pink, pastel in color, as were the roseates.
The roseates surrounding the nipples were the width of a twenty-five cent piece. They looked like neat pink buttons pasted to her bosom.
She had a narrow, almost a wasp waist. Her tummy was flat, with a rounded concave navel. Her hips were wide and alluring.
Her pubic bush was light brown in color, a shade somewhat darker than the hair on her head. The hairs were silken and glossy.
Her pussy was perfection itself.
Her pussy lips were the same shade of soft pink as her nipples. The lips were thin and delicately formed, intricately folded.
Her pussy was a flower of flesh. More than that, it was an unplucked flower, since lovely Jane was a virgin whose maidenhead was intact.
Her legs were long and trimly muscled. Jane was athletic, and had always loved good clean sports such as swimming, tennis, and horseback riding.
She was the classic all American girl. She came from a decent middle class family from a small-town in the Midwest.
That made it all the more strange that she should find herself in the predicament she was in. She had never been tied up before.
She was in a luxurious bedroom. The vast room was dominated by the antique, fourposter bed, with its overhead canopy.
There were comfortable armchairs thickly cushioned and padded in purple velvet. The carpet was made of a richly colored, deep-pile weave.
The walls were polished wood paneling. The lights were low and intimate.
It was the perfect setting for a night of love-but then, there was the matter of the ropes which bound her.
Jane sat in an armchair. Her hands rested on her taut thighs. Thin hut tough red velvet cords bound her wrists together.
Her arms were tied to her sides. A much longer length of the same red velvet cord was wrapped around her.
The strands circled her torso, pinning her upper arms to her sides.
Like the velvet cord which bound her hands together, the cord which held her arms in bondage fit her snugly, but not painfully.
It took Jane a while to return to consciousness.
Her head ached. She had a splitting headache which wouldn't go away. She felt the pulse beat pounding in her head like a drum.
Her eyelids fluttered, then opened. Her eyes were glazed. Her bright blue irises were small and her pupils were wide black circles.
She moaned softly. Jane was disoriented, confused. She shook her head to clear it, and the effort made her dizzy.
She shut her eyes and leaned back in the chair.
Memory returned to her. Her thoughts were slow, sluggish.
A masculine voice said, "Ah ... so my little angel has returned to me."
Jane knew that voice. It belonged to her brand-new husband.
She opened her eyes again. It was difficult to focus them, but she managed.
Her husband of only a few hours, Clark Crossland, sat on the bed, facing her.
He was much older than she was. He was thirty-five years old, a successful businessman, and damned handsome, too.
He was six feet tall, and in top condition. He had a lion-like head, with clear gray eyes, a Roman nose, and a cynical mouth.
His brown hair was cut short and neat. He was broad-shouldered, with a square-shaped torso, flat belly, lean hips, and muscular arms and legs.
He was considered quite a catch, and Jane was the lucky girl he had married.
He was naked from the waist up. His muscled torso stood out in bold relief. Sleek black hairs covered his pectorals.
He wore a pair of tight black leather pants. They fit him snugly around the crotch, so that the bulge of his genitals was on display.
Jane frowned. She still had trouble thinking clearly. She felt as though there was a fog over her brain, clouding her thoughts.
What had happened? Why was Clark dressed so strangely? And why was she tied up?
The rope of velvet was tied around her torso so that the strands crossed over the tops of her lush breasts, and under them as well.
She tried to get her hands free, but could make no headway against the ropes.
Clark smiled. "You can't get free, darling Jane. You're my prisoner.'
"Prisoner?' Jane had trouble forming the words-her speech was slurred.
"Yes, my prisoner-my prisoner of love."
Some of the mists started to lift from her mind, and she recalled the events which had inevitably led her to this moment.
Today had been her wedding day. She and Clark had been married this morning in a dignified civil service. They were man and wife.
She loved Clark. She wanted nothing more than to be his loving bride.
But there were problems.
Jane was afraid of sex. An incident in her early teens had frightened her terribly, and that fear of physical love was still with her.
It was a traumatic experience. It happened one hot Saturday afternoon, when her uncle Freddy had been babysitting her.
Jane had been in her early teens then, a shy, sweet, demure young lady.
She had only recently ripened into adolescence. At that time, she had an awkward, coltish grace. She was thin and long-legged.
She would never forget the slightest detail of that horrible afternoon.
She was in her parents' house. Her folks had gone to a wedding upstate. It was a long trip, and they would not be home until late that night.
They had not wanted Jane to be alone in the house when it was dark. Uncle Freddy had volunteered to stay at the house until they returned.
Having Uncle Freddy watching over young Jane was like setting a fox to guard the hens in the chicken coop.
He was a jovial middle aged man, a bit roly-poly, with a balding round head, red face, and bulbous nose. He was always laughing and cracking corny jokes.
Jane had always been a quiet and serious girl, and somewhat shy.
That afternoon, she wore a thin blue sleeveless dress and loafers. Her hair was done up in a pair of blonde pigtails on the sides of her head.
Her small, budding breasts were tucked into a white nylon bra, although her bosom was so small and firm that she didn't need the support.
She wore the bra more for modesty's sake than anything else.
Uncle Freddy was drinking beer and watching the baseball game on TV. It was hot in the living room, and sweat beaded up on his face.
Even though he was her uncle, Jane felt a bit uncomfortable around him.
She didn't know why. Maybe it was the way he looked at her when no other adults were around. She had had other men, strangers stare at her that way in the street.
But Jane was a very nice girl who always thought the best of other people.
She was going to go outside and go down to the schoolyard to play with some of her friends. She had to pass through the living room to get to the door.
Uncle Freddy set his beer can down on the table, and called her to him.
"Don't you look pretty as a picture," he said. "My goodness, you're one of the prettiest little girls these old eyes of mine have ever seen!"
Jane didn't like to be called a little girl. She was a teenager, she had had her period, and her body was developing fast.
Still, she forced a thin little smile on her soft red lips. She stood close to Uncle Freddy's chair. He asked her where she was going.
She told him. He frowned and pouted. He whined, 'That isn't very sociable, honey, to leave your old Uncle Freddy all alone."
Suddenly he reached out and put his hands on her waist and pulled her down on his lap. There was strength in his arms, and he held her tightly.
"Please, Uncle Freddy, let me go!" She laughed, as though it was just a game, but there was nervous anxiety in her which made her laugh brittle.
Her rounded cupcake buttocks pressed against his groin. The fabric of her summer dress was very thin, and she could feel the bulge of his genitals.
His breath reeked of stale beer. "Don't be unfriendly, darling girl! If you only knew how crazy your Uncle Freddy is about you!"
He held her around the waist. She squirmed and struggled, trying to slip free from him. Her smile, a phony one, melted at the edges as she started to feel real fear.
Her squirmings got Uncle Freddy really excited.
Her warm rounded bottom pressed against his penis and testicles. As she squirmed, her bottom rubbed against them, stimulating him.
His face got redder and sweatier than ever, and his eyes were wild.
Jane's eyes widened until white surrounded the blue irises, as she felt his penis getting hard beneath her.
It shifted and spasmed in his trousers like a live thing with a mind of its own. She could feel it getting harder and longer and stiffen
"Please, Uncle Freddy, let me go!"
Desperation sounded in her voice, as she realized that he had no intention of loosening his grip.
"That isn't very nice, Jane-not very nice at all." There was an ugly tone in his voice, one which he never used at the family gatherings.
"Your Uncle Freddy loves you, Jane. It's very selfish of you to want to leave!"
Jane's eyes moistened and filled with tears.
Uncle Freddy said, "Yes, you're a very selfish young lady. I think you need to be taught a lesson in manners, and respect for your elders!"
He stood up, pushing Jane on her feet. She filled her lungs with air to scream.
She never completed that scream. He clapped his hand over her mouth, muffling her.
He held her from behind. She was as helpless as a child in his hands. His groin pressed against her backside-she could feel his hardness.
Jane squealed as he grabbed the hem of her dress, and lifted it up to her waist.
"What you need is a good, solid spanking!" he leered.
He pulled her dress up to her waist. Jane wore a pair of white cotton panties. They were stretched tight across her narrow hips.
Uncle Freddy started touching her all over, in places where she would never, never have allowed any of her boyfriends to touch her.
His sweaty palms caressed her taut thin thighs, leaving smears of perspiration on the smooth pink flesh.
He put his hand on her bottom, feeling it. He patted her rounded cupcake buttocks squeezing and kneading them through the panties.
Then he did something even worse-he pulled down her panties.
He tugged them off her hips, which were narrow with jutting hipbones. Jane struggled to keep from being stripped. She was crazed with fear.
He controlled the young teen easily. Keeping his palm firmly pressed againsi her mouth so she couldn't scream, he tugged down the panties.
They slid down her smooth thin thighs and shapely calves, falling in a heap around her ankles. She was naked from the waist down.
Her buttocks rippled. Her pussy lips tingled when they were exposed.
Her pussy was very lightly bushed, covered with a fine, downy, thin covering of light brown hair which was softer than the softest fur.
Uncle Freddy picked up her panties with his free hand. He lifted the crotch to his face, and inhaled it. "You even smell pretty, Janey!"
He dragged her back to the chair. He took his hand off her mouth.
Before Jane could scream, he stuffed her panties into her mouth, filling them. The panties served as a most effective gag.
He sat back down on the chair, then pulled her face down across his lap.
Jane kicked and thrashed and struggled-all to no avail.
The panty gag muffled her yelp of sudden pain when Uncle Freddy twisted her arms behind her back.
He unknotted the loud, flashy necktie he wore, and took it off. He pinned Jane's hands on her back, crossing one wrist over the other.
He used the necktie to bind her hands together. He pulled it tight, so that it cut into the tender flesh of her wrists.
Jane had almost managed to work the panties out of her mouth. But Uncle Freddy finished tying her, and jammed the panties back in.
Now young, teenage Jane was bound and gagged-and helpless.
Uncle Freddy moved her around on his lap. Her small bush scraped against his groin. He put her in position for a spanking.
He pulled her dress so that it was bunched way up on her back, leaving her uncovered and naked. He hooked his leg over her ankles, so she couldn't kick.
"What you need, Janey, is a good, old-fashioned, over the knee spanking!"
Tears spilled from her eyes as his big hands fondled and squeezed her bottom.
He kneaded the globes of soft smooth flesh, pulling them and stroking them.
He spanked her with his hand. His broad palm cracked down on her buttocks with a sound like a pistol being fired.
Her bottom cheeks rippled and quivered from the impact-it hurt!
Uncle Freddy loved spanking her. He slammed his hard palm down again and again. Jane writhed in pain on his lap.
The more she writhed, the harder her hips and pussy rubbed his swollen cock, exciting him all the more.
The more excited he got, the harder he spanked her. It was a vicious cycle.
Jane's parents did not believe in corporal punishment, so she had never been spanked or slapped in anger.
Jane was a sweet and obedient girl who rarely got into mischief, and certainly did not need the corrective discipline of a bare bottom spanking.
But this had nothing to do with discipline. It was a sadistic, kinky thrill for Uncle Freddy to punish his niece for no reason at all, except the most important reason of all-he wanted to do it for his pleasure.
There were other things he wanted, too and Jane would find out about them soon enough.
She cried. Her shoulders shook with sobbing. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
As his palm pounded her bottom, her buttocks went from their normal, milky white color, to a blushing shade of rose, to a deep burning red.
Finally, he stopped spanking her. Jane shivered and shook.
"There," he leered with sadistic satisfaction, "that will teach you to respect your elders. And if you don't behave, I'll take a strap to your behind next!"
He demanded to know if she was ready to be a good girl. Tears flowed from her eyes as she nodded her head up and down, signaling yes.
"Well see if you've learned something about obedience, you sassy little minx!"
Uncle Freddy eased her off his lap. He made her kneel on the floor.
His thick, sausage link fingers plucked open the buttons at the front of her dress, opening it to the waist, exposing her small budding breasts in the white bra.
He yanked the bra cups off her breasts exposing them. , Her breasts were the size and shape of ripe, fresh plums. He squeezed and palpitated them. He played with her nipples.
"You are a naughty little girl " he said, "but a pretty one-no doubt about that!" He rolled her tiny pink nipples in his fingers.
Under his touch, her nipples got hard, so that they were stiff pink points.
Uncle Freddy stood up. The bulge in his crotch looked immense.
"Uncle Freddy's brought you a very special gift, Janey," he leered.
His hands shook as he opened his baggy trousers and took them down.
He wore white boxer shorts. His hips were fat, his thighs were chubby and covered with hair. His belly was soft and swollen.
He pulled down his shorts. His swollen erection sprang up.
Jane groaned through the gag. She had never seen a naked adult male in the flesh. Oh, she had seen clinical black and white photos in the sex education textbook from her hygiene class at school, but it was not the same.
His erection terrified her. It was thick, hard, red, and throbbing. The head of it was like a mushroom cap, and the shaft was a swollen red stalk of flesh.
His balls were swollen in the scrotal sac. A pungent, unpleasant smell of sweat wafted off him, filling her nostrils.
Uncle Freddy laughed when he saw her staring in horror at his rigid rod of flesh. ' It's a beauty, isn't it, Janey?'
He patted the top of her head. "And it's all for you."
He told her that he was going to take her gag out. He warned her that if she screamed, he would whip her with his belt until her ass was raw and bleeding.
He reached in and pulled the panties out of her mouth. They were sopping wet, soaked through and through with her saliva.
He gripped his penis. ' I want you to kiss this, Janey. I want you to kiss it and lick it like it was the most delicious piece of candy you ever had.'
She begged him to let her go. He silenced her with a slap across the face.
"Next time you act up, you'll get the strap," he promised.
She was terrified-too terrified not to obey.
He held his penis and rubbed it against her soft cheeks. His flesh was smooth and hot Jane sobbed and shivered with revulsion.
Uncle Freddy took hold of her pigtails, gripping them in one fist. She gasped as he twisted her hair, pulling it by the roots.
"Kiss it," he commanded.
Quaking with fear, Jane puckered her lips. He pressed his cock head against them.
His flesh was hot. The cock head was wide. She kissed it lightly, glancingly.
Uncle Freddy frowned and told her that if she didn't show some more enthusiasm and affection, he would whip her ass raw.
He ordered her to lick him. Moaning wordlessly, Jane parted her red lips, extended her tongue, and pressed it against his stiff penis.
He held his member while she ran her tongue up and down it. He liked that, and he moaned and groaned as she licked him up and down.
"My balls, too," he giggled, "don't neglect those little darlings."
His hairy balls pressed her face. They rippled as she ran her tongue over them. She worked her way back up his shaft to the swollen cock head.
"Now-take it in your mouth and suck it like it was a lollipop!"
Jane parted her lips, and he put his cock head in her young mouth.
His penis felt so hot that it almost burned her tongue. Uncle Freddy gasped and moaned as his swollen penis was surrounded by her hot wet mouth.
He told Jane just what he wanted her to do. First, she had to swirl her tongue against his cock head, and lick the tiny slit at the tip.
She slurped and sucked wetly. Saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin, making it shine with saliva.
Then he pushed deeper into her. Her mouth was stretched by his thick shaft.
He pushed in too deep at first. Jane's haunted eyes widened in fear as his cock filled her mouth. Its fat head bumped the back of her throat.
She choked and sputtered, fearful that she would suffocate.
Uncle Freddy grinned. "Too much there for you to take all at once, eh? Yeah, I've got a big one, all right-and it's all for you, Janey, honey!"
He pulled back a few inches, giving her some breathing space.
He rubbed his cock head against the slippery, sleek roof of her mouth.
Jane's jaws and tongue ached and throbbed with soreness.
Uncle Freddy got more and more hot. Holding her head by her pigtails, using the strands of blonde hair like reins to guide the movements of her head, he pushed her head back and forth, forward and back.
Her mouth bobbed up and down on his heated rod of flesh. He moaned as the smooth wet insides of her lips glided over his burning cock.
His flabby thighs jiggled as he thrust back and forth with his stiff penis.
When he pulled back, his cock, dripping with her gooey saliva, emerged from between her parted lips.
He would withdraw his erection from inside her mouth until only the knobbed cock head remained there. Then he would thrust forward.
He would bury his stiff penis as deep as he could put it in her mouth and throat without choking her. He repeated this cycle again and again.
Each time his shaft came out of her mouth, it burned hotter and redder.
Between gasping breaths, he said, "I'm going to cream in your mouth, Janey! You better swallow every drop of that sweet cream if you know what's good for you!"
He resumed thrusting. Suddenly, he plunged his penis deep, and left it there.
The red, rigid rod of flesh twitched on her curled tongue. It felt like a fat hot snake inside her mouth, getting ready to strike.
Uncle Freddy came. His face, red and wet screwed up like it was being squeezed. He cried out as his orgasm hit him.
Jane felt something warm and wet gushing from his cock head down her throat.
In her hysterical fear, she thought for an instant that it was blood-of course, it wasn't. It was semen, gushing thickly.
She gulped it down her throat, swallowing it like it was a dose of nasty medicine. If she did what Uncle Freddy wanted, maybe he wouldn't hurt her.
The semen oozed like honey down her throat-but it didn't taste like honey.
Uncle Freddy was satisfied. He didn't even try to rape her virgin pussy. That would have produced telltale evidence that he molested her, while raping her mouth would not. He demanded that she lick his come off his cock, too.
This was the traumatic incident which had scarred young Jane, and made her terrified of sexual love. Now, in the present, that fear of sex threatened to end her marriage before it had even begun-but not if Clark could help it.
CHAPTER TWO
Jane returned to the present: "Clark, darling ... why am I tied up?"
"You know the answer to that, Jane," said the handsome, brooding man with a bare chest and leather pants sitting on the bed.
Jane blushed, fell silent. She did know the answer. It was all part of the lifelong problem she had had with sex since her teens.
It all dated back to the incident with Uncle Freddy, of course. Her lecherous uncle had terrified the young girl and filled her with a fear of sexual love.
Jane had tried long and hard to rid herself of that fear, but it was no use.
Sex attracted her and repelled her at the same time. The fear it put into her was a physical thine, which made her break out in a cold sweat.
That was why she was still a virgin at the relatively late age of twenty-two.
Every time she summoned up the courage to surrender her virginity to a man, she could never go through with it-go all the way.
Clark was understanding. He was older, more experienced, and had had many women and girls, and a few virgins at that.
He loved Jane. He wanted her to be his wife. And he had even been willing to restrain his impetuous desires until after they were married.
But now they were legally married, in the eyes of man and God-and still Jane was too frightened to make love to her husband.
Jane fidgeted uncomfortably in her ropes as she thought back to what had happened just a few short hours ago.
Following the marriage ceremony, Jane, dressed in virginal white, had been taken by her new husband to his place in the country.
Clark was a self-made millionaire, and, as such, had numerous property holdings. This remote country home was one of his favorites.
He was handsome, rich, and he loved Jane. It was a storybook marriage, and by all rights it should have been a night of sexual bliss for her.
They arrived at the country estate shortly before sunset. It was a rambling, old stone house, surrounded by acres of green lawn.
The house was located in an isolated section in the northeastern part of the state, and the nearest town was miles away.
It was perfectly private for a pair of newlyweds.
Clark maintained a staff of household domestics at the country place, since it was his favorite spot for rest and relaxation.
Jane had heard him speak of it many times but this was the first time she had ever visited it. It was even more lovely than she had guessed.
The household servants had hung a banner over the main entrance, welcoming the newly married couple, congratulating them.
The servants thronged the old stone stairs of the mansion when Clark arrived with his bride. Jane was flushed with excitement.
She looked over the servants. There was Wilson, the butler, a dignified middle aged man with silver hair and a thin moustache.
Lucas, the chauffeur, was considerably younger. He was a stocky, sandy-haired man in his middle thirties, trim and athletic.
Adrian was the chief, in charge of the household and staff. Jane had very mixed feelings about her.
For one thing, Adrian was beautiful.
She was in her middle thirties. She was tall and slender and high-bosomed, with a wasp waist, rounded bottom, and long strong legs.
She was a brunette. Her coal-black hair was pinned up at the top of her head, accenting the sharp bone structure of her exquisite face.
Her brows were dark and arching Her eyes were pale gray. It seemed to Jane that she detected a glint of hidden amusement in those cool gray eyes.
Adrian had a sharp, beak-like nose which in no way detracted from her good looks, but which gave her a hawk-like profile.
Her lips were thin and pale pink. Her flesh was very fair, almost white.
Adrian wore a white, frilly blouse which had ruffled lace at the collar and sleeves and many little mother-of-pearl buttons down the front.
She wore a fawn-colored skirt which covered her from her trim waist down to her booted ankles. The skirt was made of a light, thin material.
Her boots were ankle boots. They were made of shiny black patent leather. They had sharply pointed toes and high heels.
Jane thought that those boots must be very uncomfortable to wear, since the sharp toes must pinch the feet. And those high, spiked heels must be most difficult to walk on rather like walking on stilts, she would think.
Adrian was dressed in a rather old-fashioned manner, like some turn-of-the-century governess. But her somewhat archaic style of dress suited her personality, which was crisp and business-like. It sniterl the decor of the house, as well.
Young Sherry was a serving maid, and here, too, Jane had mixed feelings.
Sherry was younger than Jane. She could hardly be out of her teens. Her face had a raw fresh beauty, an innocent loveliness.
Sherry's hair was light brown in color, very soft and fine, like silk. It was cut short in layers, giving her hair a reckless charmingly haphazard look.
She'd bright green eyes, a deep tan, and full, pouting pink lips. She was short and petite, with sharply pointed breasts, a roundly curved rump, and trim legs.
Sherry wore the black-and-white uniform of the domestic, what could be called a French maid's uniform.
A frilly white lace cap was pinned to the top of her brown hair. Her uniform was made of tight black satin-a bit too tight, Jane thought with mild disapproval since it clung to the curves of the girl's slim body.
The uniform had a plunging neckline, leaving Sherry's cleavage exposed. Her breasts were pert and pear-shaped.
The uniform had puffed sleeves and a tight waist. The hem of the onepiece garment reached down to just a few inches over her knees.
She wore a few thin petticoats beneath the skirt, which rustled and swished and crackled as she moved. They were white and frilly.
Her legs were sheathed in fishnet stockings. In all, her costume seemed sexually provocative to Jane-a bit too daring for a servant girl.
However, Jane was nothing if not well mannered, and she kept her misgivings to herself. Perhaps she would mention them later to her man.
Besides, Sherry was very vivacious and outgoing and friendly.
Adrian, while cordial and perfectly polite to Jane, lacked some of the personal warmth which the other servants had in abundance.
One thing was clear to Jane-all the servants, Adrian included, were more than fond of their master, Qark Crossland.
It went beyond the normal master/servant relationship, she noted. There was genuine affection between the group.
After the initial greeting, the group went inside. Clark scooped up Jane in his arms and carried her across the threshold of the mansion.
Clark thanked his servants for greeting him in such a pleasing manner. He informed Adrian that he and Jane would be taking supper in his master bedroom.
"Very good, sir," Adrian said crisply. She dismissed the servants, sending them off to their appointed duties, while the bride and groom went upstairs.
Jane's long white bridal dress rustled as she climbed the long, winding staircase to the luxurious second floor of the mansion.
She was most impressed with the handsomeness of the antique furnishings.
The bedroom was equally lovely, and in keeping with the rest of the house.
But Jane felt a curious, sinking sensation as she saw the big, antique bed. Her heart beat more rapidly, and her throat was dry.
She fought down a rising panic. Here was that old, familiar trapped feeling, that suffocating sensation which filled her where sex was concerned.
Clark shut the door behind him, and gathered his bride in his arms.
Jane shut her eyes as he carried her face with kisses. Her body was smooth, soft, pliant; his was muscular, strong, hard.
Clark clamped his open mouth on hers. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and rubbed it against her own tongue, teeth, gums.
His tongue was bold, insistent in her mouth as he tasted the spicy sweetness of her saliva. He pulled her even nearer to him.
His hands were on her white-clad shoulders. He put one hand on her upper back, then let it drop down to her bottom.
Jane involuntarily stiffened in his arms when she felt that exploratory hand fondling her behind.
Clark rubbed and kneaded her buttocks through the dress, patting the rounded bottom cheeks. There was a certain proprietary familiarity in his handling of her, as though she truly belonged to him now that they were wed.
Jane fought down her rising panic. Over the years, she had mastered her emotions to the extent that she could engage in preliminary foreplay.
Clark's groin pressed against her crotch, rubbing it. She felt a stirring of motion down below in the crotch of his trousers.
Jane felt miserable. If she could only have a marriage where ugly, sweaty sex played no part! That would make her truly happy.
But such a marriage was not for Clark Crossland. He had been gentlemanly and understanding of her special problem while he was courting her.
Now that they were lawfully man and wife, however, he would not restrain his desires. Jane knew that as he kissed and caressed her.
His hand moved down along her thigh, caressing it through her dress.
Jane started to sweat.
As Clark continued to fondle her, she started to shiver-not with desire, but with fear. She felt like she was drowning.
Clark started to ease her toward the bed. He had waited for over two months to enjoy the delights of his lady's beautiful body.
As he eased her toward the matrimonial bed, Jane slipped free from his embrace.
"Is something wrong, darling?' Clark frowned.
"Oh no, not at all!" Jane said with a chirpy brightness which was the very opposite of how she actually felt.
She stammered some lame excuse about how she hadn't eaten a thing all day, and that she felt a bit lightheaded.
Couldn't they have their supper first she asked him?
The wry, skeptical grin on his face showed that he was wise to her. But he played along with the game, for now.
He used the phone to call down to the kitchen, requesting that their meal be brought up to the bedroom.
"As long as we're waiting, Jane, why don't you get out of your gown, and into something more comfortable?" he suggested.
Jane said, "Oh, Clark, a girl only wears white once in her life-I don't want to take off my lovely gown yet!"
He patted her shoulder. "Anything you say, Jane."
Sherry arrived with the meal. Clark opened the door at her knock.
The maid wheeled in a cart. She removed the coverings, set out the silverware and place settings, and made sure that all was to the satisfaction of her master.
When Sherry exited the room, she looked over her shoulder and threw Jane a saucy wink which seemed to say, I wish I were in your shoes!
Jane wished the same thing. She dreaded the prospect of her defloration.
The delicious meal, prepared by the in-house gourmet chef, was sumptuous. Jane tasted not a thing, but chewed mechanically.
She tried to eat as slowly as possible, lingering over each bite in an attempt to delay the moment of truth with her man.
Finally, the plates were clear. Clark pushed the wheeled serving cart out the door into the hall, leaving it there for a servant to attend to later.
He came to Jane. He held out his hand to her. She took it. Her palm was sweaty. Clark pulled, easing her to her feet.
"Darling," he murmured. He put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her so that her back was to him.
His nimble fingers plucked open the tiny hooks which held her gown closed. It was clear from the practiced way in which he unfastened the littly hooks, that he was quite skilled in undressing omen.
He opened the garment down to the small of her back. Shivers ran up and down Jane's spine when he kissed the nape of her neck.
Putting his hands on her smooth, soft shoulders, he eased the bridal dress off them, and pulled it down to her waist.
He wasn't looking at her face, which showed real fear. White surrounded her bright blue irises, and her mouth was open in a shocked O.
A lacy white bra covered her oversized breasts.
Muscular tendons and veins rippled at the backs of his strong hands as he tugged the dress off her wide, alluring hips.
The bridal gown, with its wide, flaring skirt, fell into a pool of fabric at her feet. Jane wore a white satin half-slip which covered her from the waist to the knees. Nervously she chewed her lower lip.
"Beautiful, simply beautiful," Clark murmured. He pulled the slip down off her hips, and it joined her gown at her feet.
Jane wore a pair of white pantyhose. Clark frowned when he saw them.
"Pantyhose?' he laughed softly. 'That won't do!" He patted her rump. "I want my bride to wear stockings and garters, not pantyhose!"
Jane said, "But I don't have any of those things, dear. Besides-pantyhose are so practical, and stockings are such a bother-"
"They're worth it," Clark said firmly. His tone indicated that this was not a subject about which he cared to argue.
He continued, "Tomorrow, we'll see about outfitting you with a brand-new wardrobe, lingerie included.'
His hand rustled against her pantyhose as he caressed her thigh. "Anyway, that's for tomorrow. You won't need any clothes at all tonight, my love."
He reached for the back of the bra. "In fact, I want you naked-now!"
He plucked open the tiny hooks which secured the backstrap of the bra. It came open. Jane's gasp was just a soft whimper, barely audible.
Clark eased the shoulder straps down to her arms then pulled the cups free from her dress. Jane reluctantly yielded to the undressing.
Her lush breasts, soft and white with pink nipples, tumbled free from the bra cups. They jiggled softly from side to side.
Jane fought down an irrational impulse to cover her breasts with her arms She was with her husband now, and such modesty was ridiculous.
There were soft grooves on her bosom, outlining where the bra cups had held her breasts. Similar grooves marked where the straps had indented her shoulders.
Clark turned her, so that she faced him. Jane was so shy that she could not look him in the eye, and instead looked down at her feet.
"I've heard the expression, 'a blushing bride'," lark laughed, "but this is the first time that I've ever seen one!"
It was true-Jane's fair face was crimsoned with a deep, hot blush.
"You're so lovely,' Clark said. "Now I want to see the rest of you, in the flesh, all naked and gorgeous for me!"
He slipped his fingers inside the waistband of the pantyhose. They fit tightly, of course, and he peeled the fabric off her wide hips.
Jane closed her eyes as he pulled the pantyhose down off her hips, past her pussy, and then rolled them down her smooth thighs and calves.
She lifted her feet, while he knelt and removed the pantyhose from them.
Now she was undressed, with the sole exception of the pair of white lace panties which covered her perfect sex.
Standing close to her, Clark took off his clothes. His handsome black formal jacket and pants were removed, as was his white shirt front. His magnificent body was revealed as he disrobed.
Jane knew what he looked like in the flesh. They had spent outings at the beach and the lake, and she had seen him in a swimsuit.
She had even seen his penis-and done more than see it at times.
She understood how hard it was for Clark to keep his hands off her during their engagement. It would have been hard for any man.
He was strong and red-blooded, and needed some release! So, from time to time, when their necking and petting sessions got really hot, Jane managed to fight down her fear of sex, and bring him to orgasm with her hands.
Now, Clark was stripped down to his shorts. Fear or not, she couldn't help peeking at his perfectly proportioned body.
He was handsome, and in fine athletic trim. His shoulders were broad, his chest massive. His torso tapered to lean hips and a small, rounded bottom.
She quickly blushed and looked away when she glanced at the fat bulge in the crotch of his shorts, a bulge caused by his rigid member.
He took her hand, felt the sweat beading on her palm. "Nervous?"
"Well, yes," Jane shyly confessed.
He took her head in his hands and tenderly kissed her forehead. "Jane, love, you have nothing worry about. I swear that I'll be gentle."
"I know you will," she said. "It's not you, it's me, Clark!"
"That same old panic, eh?'
Before the marriage, Jane had confessed everything-everything. She told Clark about the incident with Uncle Freddy, and how it had scarred her psyche.
'Don't you worry," Clark said. "One way or another, I'm going to cure you of that fear permanently."
"If only you could!" Jane murmured. "But I wonder if any man can!"
"I'll prove it to you," Clark said.
He and she stood at the side of the bed. It was huge bed, with four massive posters supporting an overhead canopy.
He put his hand on her hip. Jane tensed up. Clark stroked her shoulders, then fondled her soft hair and downy cheeks.
His touch was light and caressing, but failed to calm Jane. The beautiful, angel-faced blonde had a look of stark fear on her face.
Clark took down her panties. Jane groaned as he soft panties were removed from her pussy. They rustled as they fell down her long legs.
And then she was naked. Her pussy lips quivered as they were exposed to the air. Jane pressed her thighs tightly closed.
"You're tensing up, Jane," Clark said softly. 'Relax, honey."
"I'm trying!" Tears started to brim in her blinking eyes.
Their first attempt was a miserable fiasco.
Clark did all he could. He kissed her softly, all over her body, trying to ease the tension which made her soft flesh hard as a rock.
Jane lay on her back on the bed, arms at her sides, staring straight up. She looked like a martyr who was about to be burned at the stake.
Clark did his best. His hands glided over her soft breasts, grazing the nipples, stroking the soft masses of flesh.
: He kissed the breasts, licked the nipples. He fondled her soft, smooth inner thighs. But all his best attempts were futile.
Jane's white body was as hard, cold, and unresponsive as marble. Cold sweat broke out on her face. She shivered and shook.
Her thighs were tightly clenched. Clark urged her to relax and open them.
Jane fought as hard as she could to obey. She managed to relax her thighs, so he could push them open. He knelt between her long legs.
He bent forward and kissed her pussy lovingly.
For an instant, Jane was stabbed with excitement, and she started to relax. But she was unable to yield herself up to pleasure.
She felt sick to her stomach. She bolted upright, swung her legs over the bed and planted her feet on the floor.
She raced to the bathroom which was adjacent to the bedroom. Her face was white as sheet. She flung open the bathroom door.
Clark could hear her retching.
This situation called for drastic measures, that was certain. While Jane was being sick, Clark picked up the phone, and called downstairs. He spoke to Adrian, telling her what he required. She heard the note of suppressed fury in his voice, and kept her comments to herself.
She assured him that things would be done as he demanded. Clark hung up, then went into the bathroom to assist Jane.
The lovely young lady was a mess. She was bent forward over the toilet bowl. Her pale face looked green at the edges.
When Clark put his arm around her shoulders, helping her up, Jane burst out crying: "I'm so ashamed! I've failed you as a woman!"
"The game isn't over yet, darling." Clark smiled enigmatically.
CHAPTER THREE
A miserable and humiliated Jane was straightening herself up in the bathroom, when a knock sounded on the bedroom door.
"You stay in there, honey," Clark called to her. "I'll get it!"
He opened the door. He had slipped on a bathrobe which was belted at the waist.
Adrian stood in the hall, holding a silver tray on which sat two glasses. One of the glasses was colored red, the other, blue.
A mocking smile played at the edges of her lips. Seeing Clark's serious attitude, she restrained the comments which would only have irked him.
He asked in a voice pitched low, so Jane could not hear it, "Is everything ready?"
Adrian said, "It's just as you required. The drug is in the blue glass."
"I hope you didn't put in too heavy a dose," he said.
"No-it's a very light one, just enough to put her out for an hour or so," Adrian said. "It will soothe her girlish anxieties."
"Don't be so smug, Adrian. I can remember a time when you were equally nervous and afraid. I had to train you, too.'
"And so you did." Adrian licked her lips suggestively. "Now, of course, I'm so very well trained, that I am able to train others."
"So you are."
"Why not let me train the girl?" Lust flickered in her pale eyes. She was eager, intent. She leaned forward.
Her thin lips were glossy and glimmering, covered as they were with a waxy, colorless lip gloss which made them shimmer wetly.
"Let me train her,' she urged. "I know your tastes-know what you require of and from a woman. Let me teach her to obey!"
"No! Not yet,' he said. "Later, perhaps but not right now."
Adrian's lush breasts lifted and fell as she shrugged. "Suit yourself. You're the boss here, the master of the house."
"That's right, and don't you ever forget it!"
She smiled wickedly. "And if I do, what will you do to me-whip me?"
"Ah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you bitch?!"
"Like all your servants, I am here only to serve your pleasure," Adrian said.
From behind the closed bathroom door, Jane called weakly, "Clark? Honey?"
"I'd better go," Adrian grinned. 'Your bride is waiting for you."
"I believe I will whip you at that Adrian. It would do you good."
"You know where to find me, master. I'll be there for you, any time of the day or not. Until then-have a happy wedding night."
Clark took the tray with the glasses on it. Adrian turned and walked down the long carpeted hall. Her rounded buttocks rolled beneath her tight skirt.
Clark watched her walk to the end of the hall. Her long legs flashed as she moved in bold strides. She halted at the stairwell.
Turning around, she winked at him and blew him a kiss.
Clark couldn't help but smile-that Adrian was a wild one, for sure.
But he could have her anytime. Now, he had other, more pressing business at hand.
He closed and locked the bedroom door. He set the tray with the glasses down on a night table, just as the bathroom door opened.
Jane stuck her head out into the room. Nothing could spoil her fresh beauty, and Clark wanted her more now than ever.
Her hair was bedraggled, and golden strands were sweat-plastered down on her pale forehead. She swallowed heavily.
She had cleaned herself up, and showed no signs that she had just been violently sick. She stepped into the bedroom.
She was weak and shaking. Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as she trembled. Goose bumps rose up on her satiny flesh, which now was pale and white.
"God, Clark, I'm so ashamed!" She burst into fresh tears.
He hurried to her. He put his arm around her shaking shoulders and led her to the bed. "Sit down, darling, and rest."
Jane parked her rounded bottom on the mattress, resting her feet on the floor. "Clark, how can you ever forgive me?!"
He planted a soft kiss on her sweaty, cold forehead. 'There's nothing to forgive, Jane. I love you, and nothing's going to change that!"
"Who-who was that outside?"
"One of the servants. She brought something that will settle your stomach, and soothe your nerves, dearest.'
Jane groaned with fresh shame. "Oh, I hope the servants don't know about this! I couldn't bear to face them!"
"Don't worry about a thing, Jane." Clark handed her the blue glass.
Jane sipped the drink. She scowled, making a face of distaste.
"Ugh! This tastes bitter!" she said.
"Medicine usually does," Clark smiled. "But it will settle your stomach, and keep you from being sick again. We wouldn't want that to happen, would we?"
"No-of course not." Jane shook her head.
"Now, drink it all up, like a good girl, Jane, darling."
Jane took a long swallow. "Hmmmm ... you're right, this is very soothing. It's making me feel much, much calmer."
She drank some more. Clark stood at her side, hovering over her.
Jane looked up from the glass. "What medicine did you say this is, dear?'
Clark shrugged. "I don't know, Jane. I'm no pharmacist. I only know it's good for you, so drink it all up. That's the way, darling."
Jane drank the last of the water in the glass, then set it down. Suddenly she shut her eyes, and rocked back and forth.
"This is very strong stuff." Her tongue felt heavy in her mouth, so heavy that she had trouble moving it, to pronounce her words.
There was a delicious warmth billowing in her tummy. Second by second, that warmth spread through her, flooding her veins.
"How do you feel, Jane?" Clark's voice sounded very distant, and far away.
She shook her head to clear it. Her mind felt like it was packed in cotton.
"I feel very relaxed." She spoke very carefully and slowly, shaping her words with care. All the same, they came out slurred.
A puzzled look flickered in her eyes, which were glazing over fast.
"I feel so strange,' she said. "All of a sudden, I'm so sleepy!"
"Perfectly understandable," Clark said. "You've had a long and somewhat trying day, physically and emotionally."
He urged her to get some rest. She couldn't understand this sudden sleepiness which had come over her all at once.
Clark's hands were soft but firm as they pushed her down on her back on the bed.
Jane fought to stay awake-a losing battle. She said something, but her words were so muffled that they were meaningless.
The last thing she saw before she passed out was her husband looking down at her, his face all white and shiny in the light....
And now she was awake.
The effect of the drug, the light dosage, had worn off quickly. Jane had no way of knowing how much time had gone by while she slept.
It had actually been a few hours. It was now shortly after midnight, as the clock on the night table showed.
It took some time for Jane to regain full possession of her senses. The drug was still in her body, blurring her perceptions.
But the feeling of the ropes which bound her in her nudity was real enough. Like an underwater swimmer striking for the surface, Jane labored to shake off the mists of the drug.
She sat dazed in the chair, staring at her husband in his black leather outfit.
At last she spoke: "What-what happened to me?! '
"You were sleeping,' Clark said gently, "and now you're up and awake."
"But-I'm all tied up!" She was more puzzled than alarmed. 'Why?'."
"So you wouldn't hurt yourself while you were sleeping."
Jane looked around the room. Her gaze halted when she saw the empty blue glass which sat on the night table. Bitterness tingled in her mouth.
Suddenly she realized what had happened: "You drugged me!"
He didn't even bother to deny it. "That's right, Jane, I did."
"But-why?!" Her voice broke as she made her last comment.
Clark rose from the bed and came to her. Her eyes fixed on the massive bulge in the crotch of his black leather trousers.
"Clark, what are you doing to me?!" She desperately looked up at him.
He rested his hand on her shoulder. "I love you, Jane. One way or another, I'm going to cure you of your fear of sex."
"How? By drugging me and tying me up?!"
"That's part of it," he said. "It's obvious that your case is too far gone for any half-measures. What you need is shock treatment."
"What-what are you talking about? Are you mad?!"
"I've never been more sane in my life. Look at yourself, Jane. Imagine how tormenting it must be for me to be with you."
"There you are, a beautiful young lady the girl I love-my wife.'
"Your face is stunning. Your physique well, it's sheer perfection. It would tempt even the mildest, most sexless man."
"You're beautiful, but there's something in your head which threatens to poison our relationship before it even has a chance to begin."
Clark's face set in stern lines. "I don't intend for that to happen, Jane. I love you too much for that-and I want you too badly!"
He fondled ringlets of her hair. "I know that you can't free yourself from the obsession which keeps you from enjoying sexual love."
"But I can and will free you," he continued. "Think of it as a kind of exorcism, if you like. I intend to exorcise the ghosts of the past which haunt your head. When they're gone, you'll be ready to love-and ready for love!"
"Clark, I'm afraid!" Jane twisted in the chair. "Please let me go!"
He caressed her silken cheek. "Let you go? Never! You belong to me, and I mean to have you!"
Her blue eyes brimmed with tears, hot tears which spilled from her eyes and rolled in glistening tracks down her face.
She said, "You talk about freeing me-but you tie me up!"
"That's right," he said mildly. "By yourself, you'll never be free of this compulsion, Jane. You need someone strong and dominant to show you the way."
"Someone like you, you mean," she said bitterly.
"Yes, someone like me."
Jane said, "Clark, if you don't untie me right this second, I'm going to let out a scream which will be heard all through this house!"
Surprisingly, he chuckled. "Good for you! That's the way to show some spirit! There's the Jane that I fell in love with!"
"I'm not joking, Clark. Now untie me!"
"You don't understand, dearest. The servants in this place-they're tied to me with more than the weak links between an employer and his hirelings.'
"They're totally, slavishly devoted to me, every one of them. They serve and obey me in all things and would never dare to defy me."
"Well see about that," Jane said grimly.
She filled her lungs with air, then screamed, "HELP!!!" as loud as she could.
Clark smiled tolerantly. Her screams were so loud and piercing that they hurt his ears, and he took a few steps away from her.
Jane shouted until she was red in the face, and her throat ached. There was not the slightest sign of response from any of the servants.
There was a knowing smile on Clark's face as he returned to his bride.
When Jane paused in her shouts to draw a fresh breath, Qark covered her mouth with his hand, muffling her shrieks.
"Really, my dear Jane, it should be obvious to you by now that all your yelling and hollering is doing absolutely nothing."
"Listen! Do you hear any hue and cry, any alarms being raised by the servants? Is anybody anxiously knocking at our bedroom door to inquire what the dreadful disturbance is? No! I told you, these servants are loyal to me in al things."
"Your shrieks are a bit unpleasantly loud in this room, Jane. Not only that but I'm worried that you might do damage to your vocal cords."
"If you don't quiet down, love, I'll be forced to gag that pretty mouth of yours. Now, will you agree to be a quiet and sensible girl, at least for a moment?"
Fire flashed in Jane's eyes, but she nodded her head up and down, signaling yes, agreeing to his terms. Clark took his hand away.
Jane spat, "You must be crazy!"
"I am-I'm crazy about you, Jane. If I wasn't, I wouldn't go to all this trouble. I don't need this, not when I could have just about any girl I want."
"Why don't you, then?"
"Because I want you, and because I love you.'
"You've got a damned strange way of showing it!"
"Then let me demonstrate my affection in a more, ah, physical way!"
Clark leaned over her. He slipped his hands under her bound arms, and jerked her to her feet. Jane tried to knee him.
Clark saw it coming. He turned to the side, taking the knee on his thigh.
He grunted. Pain flickered across his face, but he didn't stop smiling.
"You are a naughty girl, Jane. If this wasn't our wedding night, I'd give you a spanking which you wouldn't forget for a long, long time! I may yet!"
Clark ducked low. Before Jane knew what was happening, he had draped her face down across his bare shoulder, and lifted her in a fireman's carry.
Her breasts, naked and unbound, pressed the smooth flesh of his bare back. He scooped his arm around her thighs in the back.
This prevented Jane from kicking and thrashing. She shrieked with wordless outrage as he carried her to the big, antique bed.
She hissed with fury. Laughing at her ineffectual struggles, Clark slung her off his shoulder and dropped her down on the mattress.
Jane's bound, naked body flopped and bounced when it hit the bed. Clark pinned her down on her back. She was a wriggling, squirming armfull.
The blankets were pulled down to the foot of the bed. The sheets were white satin, but angry, frightened Jane was in no mood to appreciate their sensuality.
Clark released her and knelt down at the foot of the bed, reaching under it.
Jane squirmed and struggled to a sitting position. There was a metallic clanking as Clark pulled something out from under the bed.
Jane gasped, her eyes widening to show clear whites around the blue irises.
Clark held a pair of chains with padded cuffs at the end.
There were two sets of chains. Each set was bolted to one of the posts at the foot of the bed. Previously, they had been hidden out of sight under the bed.
The chains were bright and shiny. Their links rattled like merry little bells as Clark dragged them up onto the mattress.
Jane whispered, "What are you going to do with those?!"
"A smart girl like you should be able to answer that one, Jane. You're too active for me-these should hold you down, and slow you up."
Jane started screaming for help again, louder than ever.
"Really, this is starting to become a bit tiresome," Clark said, although Jane certainly did not hear him with all the noise she was making.
He picked up her panties from he floor. Jane slid off the bed, put her feet on the floor, stood unsteadily, weaving off-balance.
Clark put his hand in the hollow between her breasts and pushed her backward. He followed her down as she tumbled on her back on the bed.
This time, he climbed on the bed-and on her.
He straddled her, his black leather covered flanks pressing her sides, his rounded buttocks resting lightly on her.
His superior weight pinned her helplessly to the bed. Of course, her hands and arms were tied, so she could offer little resistance.
Clark turned her satin panties inside out so that the crotch of them faced outward. There were faint brown stains on it.
Frowning with annoyance from the racket she was making, he balled up the panties and held them over her mouth, which Jane promptly shut.
Her face quivered from the force with which she clamped her jaws tightly shut.
Clark said, "Sometimes bad girls like you should be seen and not heard!"
Jane wouldn't open her mouth to accept the gag. That didn't slow down Clark. He pinched her nostrils shut with his fingers.
Jane had to open her mouth sometime to breathe-when she did, Clark jammed the wadded panties into her oral cavity, filling it.
Jane's shrieks of outrage were muffled and garbled. Her face reddened, and veins stood out on her forehead.
Her indignation did not lesson when Clark opened a drawer in the night table, took out a scarf, and tied it around her head in order to hold the panty gag firmly in place in her mouth. He forced the scarf between her jaws.
When he finished knotting the scarf at the back of her head, Jane was well and securely gagged. She stopped screeching, since the gag silenced her cries.
Clark patted her head, a gesture she found completely infuriating.
He said, "There's much better uses for that pretty mouth of yours than making an unholy racket at this hour of the night! And before I'm done with you, I'll show you every one of those uses, Jane!"
Now that Jane was safely gagged, Clark climbed off her bound, naked body.
There was still plenty of fight left in Jane, gag or no gag. Clark pinned her struggling form down to the bed while he arranged the chains.
Each chain ended in a thick black leather cuff. The insides of the cuffs were padded, so the bound victim would not damage her-or his-flesh.
Clark circled Jane's slender ankle with a cuff, pulling it tight so that it fit snugly but not painfully on her flesh.
A small padlock fastened the cuff securely in place, locking it tight.
Quickly Clark repeated the process on her other foot, fastening the other cuff on her ankle, then locking it firmly in place.
Jane realized to her dismay that the chains and cuffs were so arranged so that her long legs were spread open, and could not be closed.
It didn't take much imagination for her to realize why the cuffs were arranged that way. She groaned from behind her gag.
Clark straightened up when he finished fastening the last locked cuff.
He was excited. Red spots of color showed in his cheeks. His eyes were bright and shining. He breathed hard from the effort of subduing Jane.
But his sexual excitement showed in the most obvious way of all-in the large, bulging crotch of his tight black leather trousers.
Clark had a massive erection.
Realizing that her struggles were useless now, Jane flopped back on the mattress, cold sweat oozing from her pores.
Clark's mouth watered at the sight of her pink pussy, so nakedly exposed.
"Now our marriage can really begin, Jane!"
CHAPTER FOUR
"Look at yourself, Jane-there you are, tied, naked, helpless!"
Clark grinned hugely. 'There's nothing you can stop me from doing. You are totally in my power. You can consider yourself my lovely captive."
"Chained and vulnerable as you are, your neurotic fears won't be able to take control of you, and prevent you from being made love to."
"I am in control of you now. I am your husband, lord, and master."
Jane realized that his words were true. Whatever hold he had over his servants, they would not lift a finger to protect her.
She stopped thrashing against her chains. That was useless-they were made for the very purpose of holding down reluctant struggling victims.
Jane wondered how many other females had occupied the very position he now held in this bed-chained down for the pleasure of Clark Crossland.
Jane thought of Adrian. Had that brunette witch been bound and sexually used? It was hard to imagine, since Adrian seemed so dominant.
But Clark was even more dominant, and he might well have done it to her. After all these chains which were bolted to the bed weren't there just for show.
And what of Sherry, the maid with the light brown hair and petite figure?
In her mind's eye, Jane visualized Sherry being bound on the bed. But then, that little minx wouldn't need to be tied down. It was so obvious that she worshipped Clark, and would do anything for him.
Tears formed in Jane's eyes as she realized the extent of her predicament. Clark sat down on the bed beside her. He put his finger on her cheek, and scooped up a teardrop. He licked the tear off his finger, smacking his lips.
His hands were gentle as he pushed her strands of golden hair off her forehead.
"Don't worry, Jane. I know that this is all new and frightening to you, but you'll be amazed by how quickly you'll get used to it."
Jane blinked back more tears as he caressed her cheeks tenderly.
"I haven't forgotten that you're a virgin, dear-my virgin bride. But this is the last night-the last hour-of your maidenhood."
"When I'm done with you, Jane, you'll be a real woman, not a girl."
"Strange that a beauty like you has stayed a virgin for so long! I promise you that I'll be gentle. If I thought you could do it alone, I'd take off your chains."
"But I know that you can't. You need help to overcome your problem. And I'm here to give you that help, dearest."
"If it's any consolation, just remind yourself that I'm forcing you, and that there isn't a thing in the world you can do to stop me."
Jane closed her eyes. Tears leaked out from under the lids. Clark kissed each of them, the tears wetting his lips.
Then he started kissing her all over her body.
At first, Jane kept her eyes shut. Her body was cold, rigid.
Clark pushed her hair to one side. Jane squirmed in her bonds as his soft warm breath tickled the inside of her ear.
Clark extended his tongue, and licked the ridges inside her ear.
Jane squirmed. Her ear was sensitive, and his lickings were very stimulating.
Clark took her ear lobe between his strong, even white teeth. The chain links rattled softly as Jane squirmed while he nibbled her lobe.
He kissed her long, swan-like neck, licking it from time to time.
Jane's breasts were bound so rope strands crossed over the tops of them, and just below the undersides. No ropes actually touched her soft breasts.
Clark fondled her smooth white shoulders. His tongue licked wet lines along the elegant curves of her shoulders.
He worked his way down to her naked bosom. His hands were soft and gentle on her breasts, touching them lightly, softly, stimulatingly.
Her breasts were white mounds of flesh rising from her torso. The nipples were flat buttons surrounded by neat round roseates.
Her nipples tingled as his hot breath played over them. Clark puckered his lips and planted sensual kisses on the naked nipples.
Since she was tied down and helpless to resist him, Jane had feared that he would violently attack her, punishing and hurting her.
She was most pleasantly surprised by his tenderness. A tender rapist-that was something new! And the rapist was her husband!
Could a husband actually rape his wife? He could force her, yes, but was it rape? Jane knew that not even the highest courts in the land had been able to settle that question to anyone's satisfaction.
Clark was a gentle rapist, true-but so far, he had done nothing more than kiss her breasts and lick the nipples.
She doubted that penetration would be so playfully gentle.
Clark extended his tongue and licked her nipples. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive, much more so than she was normally used to.
As he kissed them, the nipples puckered, stiffened, and became erect.
The flat pink buttons which were the nipples became stiff points of flesh, jutting from the soft, shaking hillocks of white warm flesh.
Even with her eyes closed, Jane felt the nipples hardening. It was humiliating, and Jane tried to will them down into their unerect state.
It was useless. Even as she tried to think the nipples back into their flat state, Clark's licking kisses made them harder than ever.
Her hard nipples were glistening with his saliva, and felt more sensitive than ever. Clark covered her breasts with hot, loving kisses.
He took her nipple between the smooth wet insides of his lips, and gently sucked it, flicking his tongue across the throbbing button.
Her nipple tingled. That electric sensation rippled through her quivering breast, and shot through the rest of her body.
She could even feel that tingling inside her pussy.
Jane didn't know what that meant. It frightened her, that lack of control in her body that made her respond to Clark.
Frightened her, yes, but excited her, too.
Jane began to feel the faintest glimmerings of hope. Left to herself and her own devices, she knew she would never overcome her fear of physical love.
But she was not alone-Clark was here. He was her husband, and he was determined to make her come alive, and react as a bride should.
His hands were on her bosom. He gently squeezed and kneaded the soft masses of flesh with their hard nipples.
He cupped them in his palms, letting the excess bosom flesh spill over the edges of his hands. He lifted them, weighing them.
The breasts jiggled and rippled as he released them. The mattress gave as he swung his legs up on the big bed.
He knelt between her spread legs. His hair fell across her wet breasts, caressing them as he moved his head down, kissing her tummy.
Her tummy was flat and trim. It was sucked hollow as she breathed slowly and deeply. Her breasts rose and fell.
Clark licked her tummy. She had a round, concave navel. He stuck out his tongue and licked a wet line around it.
Jane squirmed and sighed. She chewed the wadded panties which filled her mouth. Saliva soaked them through and through.
Her nostrils flared and she gasped as Clark dipped his tongue tip into her navel.
Her naked pussy lips quivered. Jane opened her eyes.
Clark was on his knees, with his long strong legs folded under him. His hands rested lightly on her smooth, soft inner thighs.
He saw her looking at him. He winked at her. Then he kissed her pussy.
Her pussy was a thin-lipped pink slit, mostly covered by her pubic bush, which was fleecy and full and a few shades darker than the hair on her head.
He pressed his puckered lips against her sensitive pussy lips.
Jane wasn't ready for the powerful, the overwhelming sensations which shot through her from that long, lingering, loving kiss.
It was too overwhelming. Jane was frightened by the wave of heat which rose up from her pussy as he continued the sensual kiss.
Timid virgin which she was Jane never had her pussy kissed before. She felt like her entire being was concentrated in her pink-lipped sex.
She squirmed and thrashed, trying to pull her hips away from his hot wet mouth, not because it was hurting her, but because it felt so very intense.
Clark pinned her hips down on the mattress, holding her pussy prisoner for his lips and tongue. Now he brought his tongue fully into play.
Jane's pussy lips were wet with the saliva which his hot kisses had smeared on them. Now, Clark ran his tongue along her pussy.
The pussy lips quivered and rippled as the tongue glided over them.
Jane was sweating now, not the cold sweat of fear, but the good healthy sweat of sexual arousal. Her nipples throbbed in response.
Clark was licking and loving her pussy. His mouth was wet. His breath on her labia was stimulating, and his tongue was driving her wild.
He nuzzled her bush, rubbing his chin and cheeks against the silken, glossy pussy hairs, his breath rustling through them.
He moved his mouth back down her pussy, and dipped his tongue into her.
Jane gasped and wriggled as the tongue burrowed deep into her.
She was wet inside her slit. Moisture, the juices of arousal, dripped from the slippery pink walls of her membranes.
Clark's tongue was a live, limber, licking thing as it rolled along her pussy walls, lapping up the juices, swallowing them down.
New things were happening to Jane strange, powerful sensations which she had never known before. The intensity of them was alarming.
Clark tasted her juices on his tongue. She tasted fresh and sweet. A soft, musky fragrance rose up from her pussy, filling his nostrils.
He lifted his face from her pussy. His mouth, nose, and chin were wet. Jane's pink pussylips and her brown bush were matted with his saliva.
"You're wet inside, Jane," he grinned. "I knew this was just what you needed, lover! Now, you'd better hold on tight and get ready for some really wild thrills!"
Jane's stomach knotted in fear, since she thought that he meant that he was going to penetrate her pussy with his penis.
The fear of his massive rod of flesh temporarily brushed aside the hot pleasure which his lips and tongue had been putting into her.
But he did not mount her to take her virginity-at least, not yet.
Instead, he once more lowered his face to her pussy. He pressed his tongue tip against her pussy lips and licked upward along the slit.
His tongue snaked under her labia, and wrapped itself around her clitoris.
Jane's frenzied erotic thrashings told him that his efforts were right on the button. And that's what her clitoris was-a pulsing pink button of flesh.
Jane's breasts jiggled wildly as she writhed from the tonguing. Nothing had prepared her for pleasure like this!
Clark slacked off. He played his tongue tip lightly, gently across her clitoris almost teasingly, slowly pushing his tongue back and forth. Jane's deep blue eyes were wide open now open and staring, but seeing nothing.
Never before had she known pleasure like this. Her pussy was a humid, steamy mass of feverish heat, the inside of it dripping with moisture.
The center of that heat, the flashpoint, was her throbbing clitoris, which pulsed and quivered under the steady licking of the tongue.
That erotic heat rose up inside her, billowing into her belly. Her nipples felt like a matched pair of beating hearts.
Haze filled her head. Jane felt feverish, swept away. All her old inhibitions, her fears, were melting away as her body was filled with liquid pleasure.
Her nostrils widened as she filled her heaving lungs with breath after breath of cool air. She moaned horn behind her gag.
Her hips shook. Reflexively, by instinct, Jane began to rock her hips in response to the surging rhythms of Clark's tongue.
Moaning, she lifted her sweat-soaked buttocks off the mattress lifting her pussy to meet his mouth, grinding it against him.
This pleased Clark. Sweet Jane would be a priceless pearl indeed, once he had mastered her, and she had mastered her fear of sex.
She was making a good first effort. It thrilled Clark to realize that no man but he had ever mouthed her perfect pussy.
Her perfect virgin pussy. He would be the first, in all ways.
His mouth pressed her quivering pussy. He could tell from the contractions of it that her climax was just a few seconds away.
His puckered lips pressed her throbbing nipple. Jane shrieked with excitement behind her gag as his lips gently sucked her nipple between them.
She arched her back, lifting her buttocks clear off the bed's satin sheets. Her nipples were stiff and swollen to twice their normal size.
She ground her pussy against his eager mouth. Still holding her clitoris between his lips, he flicked his tongue tip across it.
That did it-the tonguing was the stimulus which pushed her into orgasm.
Jane was shivering and shaking like a high-voltage current was zapping her. Sweat rolled off her quivering body, spattering in fat drops on the white satin sheets.
Her eyes squeezed shut. The scarf which held the panty gag in her mouth had fallen down, and she breathed through the corners of her mouth.
Her lovely face was red, sweating, wild-eyed. Her features were compressed and contorted by the force of the orgasm which shook her.
This was not her first orgasm. Even so inhibited a girl as Jane needed some relief and release from time to time.
Sometimes, when her sexual tension threatened to overpower her, she would masturbate with her hand, bringing her pussy to orgasm.
Inevitably, after her masturbatory sessions were over, she would feel thouroughly ashamed of the weakness which caused her to give in to that sexual urge.
This was different-what she did to her pussy with her fingers was nothing compared to what Clark's mouth had done to her.
A fireball rose up from her pussy, flooding her with erotic heat. She felt like she was being melted away, a leaf in a blast furnace.
Clark gripped her hips. Sweat made them slippery. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, holding her pussy in place against his mouth.
Jane's eyes rolled up in her head so that only the eyeballs showed.
Too much pleasure would be too intense. The human body can only stand so much ecstasy, before that ecstasy becomes painful.
Clark lifted his mouth from her pussy, and let her bottom fall to the bed.
Jane tossed her head from side to side on the mattress, writhing in the pure abandon of the orgasm which shook her like dice in a cup.
Clark knelt between her chained legs. Her long legs were rigid, every muscle beneath the satin-smooth skin standing out in bold relief.
He smacked his lips savoring the taste of her on his tongue.
Jane writhed and shivered in mindless ecstasy for a moment. Clark crawled up along the bed and pulled the gag from her mouth.
The knotted scarf hung down around her neck. Her panties were saturated with saliva. Clark dropped them on the night table.
Her mouth now free, Jane sucked in great gulping gasps of fresh air. She wailed and whimpered from the pleasure which shook her.
Clark moved up and sat by her head. He lifted it, cradling it in his lap. He fondled her hair and caressed her moaning face.
It was a moment before Jane's eyes flickered open. She looked dazed and confused, as though she had forgotten where she was.
She whimpered, "I never felt anything like that-never!"
"This is only the beginning, Jane. We haven't even started yet."
He kissed her open mouth. Her warm sweet breath filled his lungs. He thrust his tongue deep, probing her mouth, tasting it.
His tongue glided insinuatingly into her mouth. He rubbed her tongue with his.
After a moment, Jane kissed him back.
There was real fire in her kiss-she was starting to come alive. Her sensual awakening had begun. Once started, there would be no stopping it.
After a while, Clark broke off the kiss. His bride was red-faced and moaning, saliva glimmering on her beestung red lips.
"That was so good," she whispered fiercely, "so very, very GOOD!!!"
He kissed her some more. "That's yourself that you taste in my mouth, Jane."
Jane could not blush-her face was already burning a bright red from the heated exertions of having her pussy mouthed to a shattering climax.
But she lowered her eyes demurely, and shyly looked away.
"Don't be ashamed," Clark said. "You taste delicious!"
Jane murmured, "This is all so strange-so different! But I love it!"
"Your mouth was made for kisses, Jane, and so was your pussy. Now, sit up for a moment dear-I want to take some of these ropes off."
He put his arm behind her neck, and lifted her to a sitting position. The cuffs and chains kept her legs spread wide open.
Her pussy lips, normally soft pink in color, now glowed a deep, burning shade of rose-red from the prolonged bout of oral love.
Jane closed her eyes and leaned against him-but not before she caught a glimpse of the bulging erection in the crotch of his leather pants.
She shivered as she thought of that big, long, hard rod of flesh. She was surprised to feel his fingers plucking open the knots of her ropes.
He untied the ropes which pinned her arms to her sides. The now-loose strands of rope fell off her flesh. Clark dropped them on the floor.
There were red indented grooves on her arms and torso from where the ropes had cut into her soft flesh. Clark kissed and licked them.
Jane asked shyly, "Won't you untie my hands, too, please?"
"No-not yet." He kissed her some more, on her open mouth, on the rounded swelling tops of her breasts, and on her shoulders.
He said, "The night is still young, Jane, and we've both got a long way to go. It's best that you stay in bondage for a while."
"I suppose you know best," she sighed, nestling close to him.
"I do."
He hugged and kissed her. He planted kisses on her nipples which were still hard and throbbing, and so sensitive that she squirmed with arousal.
Clark gently eased her down on her back. Jane's arms were bound in front of her, with her hands resting over her crotch.
Half-fearfully, half-eagerly, she whispered, "What are you going to do to me?"
"I'm going to finish what I started, Jane. I'm going to change you from a girl to a real woman-my woman. Are you afraid?"
"You know that I am," she shyly confessed. "Even after what you just did."
"After I ate your pussy, you mean?" Clark laughed. "Jane, we're now man and wife, and we're in the privacy of the bedroom. You can say that I ate your pussy, or anything else believe me, I won't be shocked."
"I know, she whispered. "It's just that I'm not even used to thinking about things like like having my pussy eaten-much less saying it out loud."
"You did fine just now, lover."
"Am I your lover, Clark?"
"You will be." As he looked down at his beautiful bound blonde bride, his voice rasped huskily with desire.
He fondled her breasts, which were wet with sweat and saliva from kisses. Jane moaned softly as his skilled fingers stroked and stimulated her.
Clark took hold of her bound hands, guiding them to his lap. He rested them on his crotch. Jane gasped, her eyes widening.
She could feel his hardness. It would have been impossible not to feel it, since he was in a state of raging arousal, with an erection to match his condition.
His stiff penis stood straight up, thrusting against the crotch of the leather pants. It looked like a piece of pipe tucked in the pants.
And felt like one, too, as Jane discovered as her husband pressed her long fingers against his erection, so that they traced out the size of the stiff member.
It throbbed at her soft, shy touch. Clark squirmed restlessly.
Jane whispered, "It feels so big! Will it will it hurt me very much?!"
He kissed her some more. "I'll be honest with you, Jane-there will be some pain, for an instant, when I take you for the first time."
She gave a little cry, and shut her eyes tightly.
He continued, "But it will only hurt for an instant, and then it will never bother you again. You'll be a real woman, able to love and make love. I promise you that I'll be gentle, Jane. Do you believe me?"
"Yes." Jane shivered. Then she said, in a voice so soft and small that he could hardly hear it, "I-I'm ready now. Take me, and make me your woman!"
CHAPTER FIVE
The aroma of the black leather pants was ripe in Jane's nostrils.
Clark stood by her head. Jane turned and lay partially on her hip so she could watch him. There was a little play in the chains binding her feet.
Clark opened the top of the pants. Jane saw his erect member out-lined against the leather crotch. It certainly looked formidable, she thought.
There was a metallic sound as he pulled down the zipper. He wasn't wearing shorts or underpants-he was naked under leather.
Jane saw his bush, which was a tangled thicket of glossy black hair.
She had seen his sex before. Sometimes, when he got so hot from necking and petting with her, Jane would use her hands to bring him to orgasm.
But this time she knew that her pussy and not her hands was the intended target of that impressive and intimidating rod of flesh.
The pants were tight. Clark peeled them down his lean hips, to the tops of his muscular, hairy thighs, so that his genitals were exposed.
His stiff penis jutted out from his hips, bobbing and jerking. He was endowed with a circumcised member which measured better than seven inches from its tip to the base of the shaft.
The head of it was shaped like a mushroom cap-but this cap was not colored toadstool white, but rather glowed a hot, fleshy red hue.
The shaft was long and thick. Blue veins wound around it like ivy on the trunk of a tree. His balls were swollen in the sac.
Jane stared at the member with frightened fascination.
Her pussy still bathed in the afterglow which his loving lips and tongue had brought her. The labia were highly sensitive.
When she saw that erection staring her in the face with the tiny slitted hole in the tip of the head, Jane moaned softly.
She closed her thighs. Tingling sensations rippled through the pussy lips when her smooth, warm inner thighs pressed them.
Clark pulled the leather pants the rest of the way down his legs, then stepped out of them, making himself completely naked.
He gripped his member just below the rim of the bullet shaped head. He moved close to Jane, guiding the penis toward her mouth.
He said, "Kiss it, darling."
Jane blushed, lowered her eyelids. "Oh, no I couldn't!"
"Of course you can. All I want you to do is to give it a kiss-surely that's not too much to expect, is it?"
Jane raised herself up to a sitting position with his assistance. The fleshy penis head brushed her cheek-his flesh was hot!
Jane puckered her ripe red lips, pushing them as far Out from her face as possible. Clark brought the cock head to her mouth.
Jane's soft lips touched the head. It didn't taste like anything at all.
It had no more taste than a finger would if she sucked that. Heartened by this discovery, Jane put some fire and enthusiasm into her kiss.
There was a loud wet smacking sound as she planted the kiss on his penis.
As she kissed it, Clark fondled her soft, shimmering hair.
That soft blonde hair tumbled across her smooth shoulders, falling well to the middle of her back, and partially covering her breasts.
Her nipples, still stiff, peeped out from between strands of hair.
Clark finally took his member away from her mouth. He opened the drawer of the night table and took out a blue jar with a white cap.
Jane asked timidly, "What-what's that?"
Clark explained, "This is some lubricant. It will oil you up, and make things easier for you. Try not to be so nervous, Jane."
"I can't help that. You know how I am."
He sat down on the bed, unscrewed the cap of the jar, set it down on the table.
He put his hand on the curve of her hip and pushed her so that she lay flat on her back. Her breasts rose and fell with slow, deep breathing.
He caressed her smooth soft inner thighs, running his fingertips along the soft skin, lingeringly fondling it, stroking it.
Inside the jar was a mass of pale white, oily goo. He dipped his fingers into the stuff, and scooped some out.
Jane gasped when his fingers touched her pussy lips. He said flatly, "That didn't hurt you, Jane."
"No-it's just that I'm so nervous!" Jane looked down at her fettered feet. "Don't you think you could take the chains off now?"
"No, I don't."
He massaged the lubricating grease into her pussy lips.
The goo was pure, concentrated oil. It was white in the jar, but it was wetly transparent when he rubbed it into her pussy lips.
Jane sighed softly. The massage was very sensual. Her labia quivered with warm arousal, and a feeling of wetness tingled in her pussy.
Clark stroked the pussy lips until they were well oiled. Gently he parted them, pushing them to the sides, exposing sleek pink membranes.
Inside her pussy she was seashell pink, with juices flowing. Clark took some more lubricant and rubbed it inside her pussy.
He handled her with care. He placed his middle finger between her pussy lips, and gently inserted it into her slit.
The finger did not penetrate very far before it bumped up against a yielding yet resilient wall of thin tissue-her maidenhead.
The membrane was set to rippling when his finger touched it. Jane cried out softly, more from nervous fear than from pain.
"Don't worry, Jane," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Clark oiled his penis as well as her pussy. He stroked lubricant into his member, making it shine with a glistening coating of the stuff.
"There you are, you're doing it again," Clark said. "You're all tensed up, Jane. For heaven's sake, try to relax-this isn't an execution!"
"I know, I know," she moaned. "It's just that I've held on to it for so long, I'm afraid to lose it!"
"You don't really have a choice in the matter, Jane. I want it, and I intend to take it." His voice was clear and firm.
Jane lay with her bound hands resting on her belly. Clark took hold of her arms and lifted them back behind her head, stretched out on the bed.
Her lush breasts lifted and arched when he moved her arms. He lowered his head to suck a nipple into his mouth and nibble it.
He played his long pink tongue over both her breasts. Her now-stiff nipples shone with his saliva. Jane moaned softly.
His red oiled penis jutted from his lean hips. It bobbed as he moved on the bed and lowered himself down on her naked warm body.
Jane gasped. She squeezed her eyes shut.
Clark raised himself up on his forearms. Jane's pussy tingled when his cock head brushed against it. She moaned again.
Clark reached under his hips, gripping his member. Excess oil oozed between the spaces of his fingers. His buttocks were tightly clenched.
He guided his cock head to her lubricated pink slit. He rubbed the cock head against the pussy lips, sliding it up and down.
The sensual friction was most stimulating, Jane was forced to admit. The fleshy cock head ran along her pussy lips, rippling and stroking them.
He moved the cock head to the top of her slit, rubbing the soft tip of it against her throbbing clitoris, making her moan with delight.
Muscles flexed beneath the satin-smooth skin of her legs. She moved her hips in response to the massage of his penis.
As her legs moved, the chain links rattled softly.
Clark was breathing harder and faster. His face was as red and flushed as his erection.
He guided the cock head back down the slit. He placed it between the pussy lips and pressed inward, prying them open.
The thin oiled pussy lips rolled back on themselves like scrolls of shining pink flesh. Jane shivered involuntarily.
His cock head was a red wedge of flesh as it stretched the opening to her virgin pussy. Jane was incredibly tight in her slit.
Delightfully tight, as Clark was discovering. It was hard for him to restrain his desires. He wanted to make passionate love to this blonde beauty.
But he must go slowly-gently. This was important. This was Jane's first time. It had to be right for this timid virgin wife of his.
He would make it right. Jane was young, beautiful, intelligent-a perfect mate and sexual partner. He would mold her according to his wild desires.
That would come in time-in time. She would require much training, training which could not begin too soon.
He put such thoughts out of his mind, and concentrated at the thrilling task at hand-the defloration of his virgin bride.
Jane gasped as he stuffed his cock head inside her. She Was wet from her natural juices and from the lubricant. Being stretched was not painful.
Then Clark's cock head bumped against her maidenhead, and there was pain.
The tender tissue of virginity vibrated like a beaten drum. The cock head was jammed up against it, and could go no further.
Jane's maidenhead was a gate of flesh which barred the door to pleasure. Clark must force that door, opening it for evermore.
And so he did.
There could be no more hesitation-that would be cruder to Jane than immediately forcing the issue, and her maidenhead, right now, was the issue to be forced.
He pulled back, giving himself some room but not dislodging his cock. His buttocks were tightly clenched. He braced himself for the assault.
Jane knew what was happening. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut.
Clark pinned her hips solidly down on the mattress-then he thrust into her.
His cock head battered at the membrane of virginity. For one dreadful instant, it seemed to Jane as though the tough little piece of tissue would resist the attack.
She cried out. The membrane was being stretched beyond its limits. The erection was inexorable, a juggernaut splitting the maidenhead.
Jane felt it tear inside her. It was like no other experience she had ever felt before, or would ever feel again. It was unique.
She shrieked.
Her red face was contorted by pain. She felt like she was being ripped down the middle of the crotch. The chains holding her legs were pulled tight as she writhed.
The member swept aside the last shreds of her cherry. Battering away all resistance, the erection buried itself inside her.
Hot tears started to spill from Jane's wide eyes, but the worse of the pain was already fadng away inside her.
The defloration was a sharp splitting pain. What remained was a dull constant throb, somewhat similar to the pain of a toothache.
His member was planted deep inside her no-longer-virgin pussy.
Jane laughed and cried at the same time.
"So that's all it was! Only that!" She sounded a bit hysterical. "All these years I was afraid of it, and that was all it took to break it! It was easy!"
And it was easy, compared to nightmarish visions of vaginal pain which her feverish virgin's imagination had thought losing her maidenhead would be like.
"I'm glad you waited for me," Clark said.
"So am I. Now I really belong to you. Totally."
"Yes. Yes, you belong to me."
Jane blinked away her tears. Lifting her bound arms, she rested her hands on his broad flexing shoulders, which were corded with muscle.
Clark started to thrust. He collected sexual experiences the way some men collected rare coins or fine wines.
Taking Jane had been-and most certainly still was-one of the rarest and most precious experiences in his memory of delights.
It was a total experience. Everything he had done in the last few months had led up to this one supreme moment of delight.
It had all been worth it: courting Jane, respecting her virginity. With almost any other female, he would have dropped her like a hot potato after she had declined his sexual overtures after the second date.
But not Jane. Her shyness was no tactic-it was sincere. It was novel.
Clark lived in an environment filled with not only sexually available beauties, but with wanton, hot-blooded lovelies who were decadent to the point of perversion.
That was why Jane was such a contrast, and so exciting to him.
He had played Jane with skill. He hadn't pressured her to have sex, or even forced her, as he had done with some cockteasing beauties who had tantalized him to the point of rape.
He was a real gentleman where Jane was concerned. She was an old-fashioned girl. He took her to the park, the zoo, the beach.
He gave her a traditional engagement ring, a stunning diamond which she now wore. He, Clark Crossland, a rebel who shunned all tradition!
At times he felt like he was a spy in another country, in a Middle American sphere of existence where it was always 1950.
When he engaged Jane, she was so excited that she permitted him to take down her panties and rub her pussy.
It was a real liberty where she was concerned. That was another quality which thrilled him about Jane: it was harder for her to force herself to even give him a hand job, than it would be for other females of his acquaintance to take on a whole roomful of men in a fuck-suck orgy.
Of course, on nights when he returned to his city apartment after an evening of kissing and handholding with Jane, he would put out a call to a service he knew, a switchboard service which would dispatch a sexy and skilled call girl to ease his tensions. Quite a few times after a frustrating date with Jane, he would tell the service to send over two girls instead of just one.
And now she was his. It was only the beginning, of course.
He considered his marriage as his greatest sexual project, a supreme work of art, a noble experiment.
His ultimate goal was to take a beautiful, inhibited virgin-Jane-and train and transform her into a wanton, sexually depraved creature of lust.
Jane was unaware of this ambition, of course, but she would learn the full pattern of his grand design for her before too very long.
Clark was thrusting. His hips rocked back and forth. His stiff penis stretched the inside of Jane's pussy, forcing it to accommodate the fleshy intruder.
His oiled shaft and cock head glided over her sleek, slippery membranes.
When he pulled back, he left only his knobbed cock head inside her. He never pulled completely out of her pussy at any time.
She was hot inside her slit, a furnace-a steamy wet furnace. Juices oozed from her pussy as his cock glided over it.
Jane's eyes were closed. Her mouth was open and softly sighing. Her bound hands clutched the corded muscles of his broad shoulders.
In and out he thrust, his penis burning redder and hotter with each deep stroke.
He fucked her slow and deep, with long, gliding strokes. When he pulled out so that only his cock head was inside her, she would twist and moan and shake her hips from side to side, until he once more penetrated her.
Inexperienced ex-virgin that she was, she instinctively rocked her hips in response to his thrusts, lifting her buttocks from the mattress and meeting him.
Her breasts were pressed flat by his hard, muscular chest. His chest hair scraped against her stiff nipples, adding to her excitement.
His long hairy legs were tangled up with her pale smooth ones. His swollen balls slapped lightly against her pussy lips when he plunged his cock deep in her.
He clamped his open mouth on hers, and thrust his tongue inside. His tongue lanced down into her mouth while his cock pierced her pussy.
He was sweating, and so was Jane. Their sweat made their flesh cling together, so that his body and hers rubbed like wet satin.
The authentic satin of the white sheets was smeared with sweat and greasy oil. The sheets were rumpled, stained, disordered.
Jane was excited now. Clark took her a step further. He speeded up the rate at which he drove his swollen member into her wet sex.
Jane groaned, but she increased the rocking of her hips to match his strokes.
Her eyes were tightly shut in her red sweating face. She clutched tightly to his shoulders, like a swimmer clinging to an overhanging tree limb to keep from being pulled downstream by the current of a mighty river.
He thrust faster and faster. His red cock pumped into her like a piston in a cylinder. His lungs heaved pantingly for breath.
Jane cried out again and again, her body quivering and trembling.
Incredible pressure had built up in his cock and balls. His stomach was a tight knot of tension. His erection felt as hot as an iron bar from the forge.
He could hold back no longer.
His broad strong hands wrapped around her sweating hips, pinning them to the mattress. His hips shot forward, thrusting his cock deep.
His cock head bumped the mouth of her womb. He stopped thrusting, and kept his cock deep inside her. Jane wailed and sobbed with excitement.
His cock twitched against her pulsing pussy membranes for an instant.
He came.
Semen gushed from his cock head. Warm, thick, it spurted into Jane's pussy.
She was hardly aware of it. Her own climax was triggered, and it shook her like gale force winds battering a slender tree.
Clark's mind went blank-all thoughts were erased by the white-hot flash of ecstasy which exploded through him when he orgasmed.
The semen soaked into Jane's heated and tender pussy membranes, soothing them.
Clark shook like he was having a fit. Convulsions rocked him as semen was pumped from his swollen balls, up the fleshy column of his hard cock, and spurted into Jane's pussy. Finally the semen stream faded to a thin, trickling ooze.
Clark lay stretched out across Jane's trim, taut, youthful body. Tension poured out of his muscles as the convulsions of orgasm died away.
They were replaced by afterglow. It began in his cock. His erection was a mass of glowing pleasure. He could not tell where his penis ended and her pussy began.
Both sexual organs seemed to have been fused together by the heat of orgasm.
The afterglow rose up inside him, a warm tingling flux. It shot through his veins like some pleasure drug, shaking him with ecstasy.
Jane was equally overcome. For a moment, she lay so still and motionless that Clark feared that she had passed out.
Her red lips parted as her mouth lolled slackly open so she could moan and moan and moan. No, she was not unconscious.
They lay like that for a long time, barely moving, basking in the heat of afterglow like sunbathers on a beach at midday.
Reality slowly returned.
Clark shivered and raised his head. Sweat stung his eyes, and he blinked them rapidly to clear them. He drew a hoarse breath.
Jane moaned below him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open. He kissed her cheek, then pressed his lips against hers.
Beneath him, she rocked her hips arousingly. She wanted more.
She did not see his small but genuine smile of triumph. Jane was responding even more enthusiastically than he had dared to hope for.
Should he risk moving on to the next phase of her sexual education?
Clark held off making a decision. There was time enough for that. Instead, he covered his bride's face and neck with quick kisses.
His cock was still hard inside her. His breathing and heart rate had slowed to something like normal.
He eased out of her. Raising himself on his forearms, he rocked his buttocks and hips backward, pulling his cock out of her pussy.
Jane sighed with pleasure as his oiled cock glided over her sensitive membranes. She winced slightly when his shaft passed over some shreds of her maidenhead.
Her thin pussy lips widened, spreading outward as his cock head came free of them. His red, wet, semi-erect penis flopped out of her.
Jane murmured with a sound of disappointment. Clark patted her hips.
His cock tingled from the shock of being removed from her heated pussy and exposed to the harsh open air.
Heaving a sigh, Clark forced himself to sit up on the bed.
Jane squirmed. She moved her bound hands back behind her head.
He put his hand on her breast. He could feel her heart beating rapidly inside her chest. He played with her bosom, stimulating her.
He rolled her stiff pink nipples between his fingertips. Jane sighed softly whenever he pinched them-his soft skilled touch was most arousing.
Her eyelashes fluttered. Her eyes opened. They were glazed, and not from any drug, either. Sexual pleasure and passion had put her into this stimulated state.
He pressed his hand against her cheek. She turned her head to the side so she could kiss it. He caressed her under her chin, and along her long neck.
Jane whispered, "Thank you."
"The pleasure was all mine, dearest Jane.
How do you feel?"
"Wonderful," she sighed. "Different ... I'm a woman, now."
"Oh, yes. My woman."
"Yes," she murmured. Her chain links rattled as she shifted position. "Will you untie me now?"
"No."
Jane shrugged. "It doesn't matter. I don't really mind them. In a way, I'm so very flattered that you've gone to all this trouble."
"You're worth any and every trouble, beautiful girl."
"Woman," she reminded him. "I'm a woman now "
"That you are." He kissed her again. "Relax and rest for a moment."
Clark got off the bed. He pulled on his robe and belted it. Jane raised herself up and asked him where he was going.
"I just have to attend to a few household duties," he said. "Certain things have to be taken care of that won't wait until tomorrow."
"Do you have to go?"
"I promise you that I'll be back in less than ten minutes." Clark padded barefoot to the door, paused with his hand on the knob, and blew her a kiss.
Sudden alarm made Jane gasp. "What if someone finds me like this, all tied up and in chains?!"
"What of it?" dark said mildly. He stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind him walking away in the middle of her protest.
Jane sat up on the bed, her bound hands resting in her lap. She stared at the door. A few minutes passed. Nothing happened.
Semen oozed out of her pussy lips and trickled down her crotch to spill on the white satin sheets. Thin red lines, blood from her shattered maidenhead, streaked the gooey semen which puddled on the sheet between her legs.
Jane shrugged, causing her breasts to bob. She stretched out on the bed and moved a pillow beneath her head and closed her eyes.
She soon heard footsteps approaching along the corridor. Surely it was Clark.
Eager, her face alive with anticipation, Jane sat up, rattling her chains. Maybe Clark would do it to her again.
Jane had kept herself a virgin for too long. Now that she was lawfully married, and an ex-virgin, she intended to make up for lost time.
Clark stepped into the room, a small smile on his face. "I've brought you a wedding night surprise, sweet Jane!"
Jane shrieked as two females entered the bedroom.
CHAPTER SIX
Clark stepped aside to allow Adrian and Sherry to enter.
Jane sat bolt upright in bed, quivering with shock. After her first initial screech of astonishment, she was struck speechless.
Her deep blue eyes were wider than ever, and more than a bit confused, too. Her ripe red lips were parted as her mouth hung slackly open.
Adrian entered first. She cut a sinister figure in her bizarre outfit.
Even more bizarre than her outfit was the fact that she was leading Sherry by a leash. Sherry crawled on hands and knees.
Clark grinned as he savored the stunned expression on his baffled bride's face. His member quivered with new life.
It shifted and stiffened beneath his robe. Growing in spasmodic jerks, it doubled its length, and became hard, rigid, throbbing.
The section of the robe covering his crotch was lifted and pushed outward into a tent-like bulge by his expanded, aroused member.
Adrian came through the door first. She seemed coolly composed, as if she did this sort of thing every night-and, for all Jane knew perhaps the sinister brunette did do this sort of thing every night-this, and much worse besides.
" Oh God," Jane whimpered, "what have I gotten myself into?!"
"More than you bargained for, pretty girl," Adrian laughed.
Adrian was covered by a shining black leather cape with a stiff high collar. It covered her from her shoulders to her knees, and was fastened shut.
Her face was heavily made-up. Her brows were dark, arched, imperious. Cynical amusement flickered in her pale eyes as she looked at Jane in chains.
Jane raised her hand to her mouth. "What are you doing here?!"
"We've come to welcome you into our little family, my dear." Adrian's thin lips, covered with glossy scarlet lipstick, quirked into a smile.
The hem of her black leather cape reached down to her knees. Her legs were sheathed in dark nylons. She was lofty in shoes with six-inch high heels.
Sherry knelt on the carpeted floor behind Adrian's booted feet. Her exquisitely petite body was laced into a bizarre black leather harness.
Sherry was thin and very tan. She had a golden, all-over tan, demonstrating that she had sun-bathed in the nude.
Her build was slight and child-like, making her look years younger than she really was. Her very youthful appearance excited Clark.
Sherry's pert breasts were small and firm, the size of ripe plums. The soft pink nipples and surrounding roseates were very tiny and neat.
She was slim, slender. Her ribs showed under the golden covering of her flesh, and her elbows and knees were bony and prominent.
Her hips were narrow, with jutting hipbones.
Her bottom was perhaps the most fleshily abundant part of her physique.
She had a ripe, high, lovely heart-shaped bottom, a real treasure. The soft golden globes of her buttocks were round, curved, infinitely smooth.
Sherry had been buckled into the leather restraint harness. The black leather straps were stark and harsh against her soft flesh.
A thin, tough leather belt was fastened around her waist so tightly that her flesh covered its edges-and she had a taut, trim little tummy and waist.
A black leather crotchpiece hung down in front, covering her pussy. This piece of leather was shaped like a black triangle.
It did not extend past her rear. A thin leather strap was attached to the bottom of the leather flap. This strap extended up between her ass cheeks, pressing tightly against her puckered brown anus as it rose up to join the leather belt around her waist. This leather chastity belt kept her pussy in restraint.
There was more. Fastened around Sherry's neck was a thick black leather slave collar. It was decorated with shiny metal studs.
A small metal padlock secured the slave collar. At the back of the collar jutted an iron D-ring. The clip of the leash was fastened to this.
The leash itself was made of black leather, and was eight or nine feet in length. It terminated in a thick loop which circled Adrian's wrist.
Jane realized with horror that the chains bolted to the bed were not an isolated phenomenon-they were part of an underlying pattern of sexual deviance.
Clark closed the door, locking it, sealing the four of them in the room.
"We wouldn't want to be interrupted," he grinned.
Jane finally found her voice. "Clark-Clark, what are you doing?! Have you gone mad?! How can you do this to me?!"
Clark smiled tolerandy. "She's a novice she has so much to learn," he said to Adrian. "I want her trained to perfection."
"Trained?!" Jane shrieked. "What kind of sick games are you playing with me?!"
"The kind of games I love to play," Clark said. "Soon, you will love them, too."
"Never!!!"
"Never is a long time," he smiled. "And don't forget-I have forever to keep you here until you learn how to obey your husband and master."
He moved toward her. "I am your master, you know. Your total, absolute master. As much as I love you, I will accept nothing less than complete submission."
He lifted his hand. Jane flinched, gasping.
"Did you think I was going to strike you?" He caressed her cheek. "You know nothing of me, then, of my methods."
Adrian thoughtfully stroked her chin as she studied Jane. "Perhaps an introductory whipping will teach this bride of yours a lesson!"
"I'm sure it would," Clark said, "but I don't think that such drastic methods are called for just yet. I told you that Jane is a novice."
"As you wish. Would you like to begin now?"
"Why not?" Clark moved behind Adrian. She reached for the clasp at the throat of her black leather cape, and unfastened it.
Clark took the cape from her shoulders. Jane's eyes bulged when she saw what dominant Adrian wore beneath the cloak.
A waist cincher was strapped around her middle. It was very tight, and it made her hourglass figure even more curved and voluptuous.
The cincher began just beneath the undersides of her massive breasts, leaving them quite naked. They were oversized melons of soft bosom flesh.
The cincher pushed up her breasts, just as it plumped out her buttocks.
Her nipples were the size of grapes, pink grapes rising from the tips of her large breasts. The roseates were wider than silver dollars.
The color of both nipples and roseates was a dark pinkish-brown, which made them stand out even more dramatically against her ivory bosom flesh.
The waist cincher had black lace panels. It was laced tightly up the back. It reached down to a line just above her deep, rounded navel.
Four fat frilly black garters hung down from the bottom of the cincher. The metal tabs of the garters, all silver and glittering, were pinned to the tops of her sleek nylons. The stockings hugged her legs like a second skin.
She wore a very brief black leather bikini bottom. It was stretched taut across her wide hips, and was so lowcut that her bush rose above the waistband.
The black leather panties clung so tightly to her crotch that her arched pubic mound and the folds of her pussy were revealed.
The flesh of her plump inner thighs was startlingly white where they rose out of the tops of the dark nylons.
She spread her feet wide, placed her hands defiantly on her hips, and let Jane take a good long look at her.
"Remember," Clark cautioned Adrian, "this is no ordinary slave girl to be used and abused.
This is my bride, so treat her accordingly, with the respect which is due to my mate."
Adrian submissively bowed her head. "As you command, master."
Their attention was drawn by Jane, who had started to weep.
Jane's blue eyes were blurred with tears. Her lower Up and chin trembled. Her shoulders shook with sobbing, causing her breasts to jiggle.
Clark thought to himself that there was something profoundly erotic and stimulating about the tears of a beautiful young woman.
He sat down on the bed beside Jane. She was more hurt and confused than afraid. She offered no resistance when he embraced her.
He cradled her in his arms. She pressed her head against his chest, her tears spilling in a tangled thicket of chest hair.
He held her close and smoothed her hair, pushing it back over her shoulders.
Jane lifted her tear-stained face to him. "Why are you doing this to me?" She choked back a wracking sob. "I thought that you loved me!"
"I do love you," he said gently. "But you must know that my love is more fierce and demanding than the love of other, ordinary men."
"You have to belong to me completely, Jane, body and soul, without reservations. You will find your greatest pleasure in serving at my pleasure."
"Yes, yes, of course," she sobbed, "but does it have to be like this?"
"Yes." He explained, "My semen is too valuable a commodity to be merely wasted. All we are going to do right now is have you cleaned out."
He pointed at the naked harnessed girl crouching on the floor. "Sherry is going to clean you out ... with her mouth."
"But-but she's a girl!"
"And so are you, my dear Jane."
"No, no,' she murmured, "it isn't right! It isn't natural!"
"I and I alone will decide what is right and what is wrong."
He gripped her soft shoulders and eased her down on her back on the bed.
Tears flowed out from under Jane's eyelids as she squeezed her eyes shut and restlessly tossed her head from side to side.
She begged, "Please, please, don't hurt me!"
"You're being silly, Jane. But you'll soon change your tune. You'll find that young Sherry is most talented with her pretty mouth.'
Clark sat on the side of the bed, holding Jane down. Jane had given up her struggles, and resigned herself to her fate.
Strange changes were taking place in her head. One byproduct of Jane's years of repressed virginity had been a powerful attraction for other females.
Jane had grown aware of this attraction not long after the incident with Uncle Freddy. At that time, men and their bodies repulsed her.
But girls ... ah, that was a different story. In the shower room of the girls' gym class, Jane would covertly watch her fellow students.
The sight of those nymphets, all pink and gleaming and naked in the shower, surrounded by rising mists, thrilled Jane beyond words.
Throughout high school, Jane often had secret crushes on other girls, and once or twice for a younger lady teacher.
When she would lay awake m her lonely bed late at night, playing with her pussy, she would fantasize that she was with the girl for whom she held her latest passion.
But it remained only fantasy. Jane was so rigidly repressed that she could never bring herself to make a sexual advance to another female.
Perhaps her timidity was all for the best, since lesbians were an exotic breed of creature quite foreign to the Middle American suburb she grew up in.
Now, as she peeped out of her slitted eyes at Sherry, all those old fantasies and lusts for other females once more flooded her mind.
Sherry was very pretty, very cute and petite. She looked like a decent, wholesome lovely young girl-a girl who just happened to be naked and harnessed and leashed!
Clark slipped the pillow under her head, adjusting it so that Jane could watch the show, if she so desired.
Adrian looked expectantly at Clark. He nodded his head, signaling yes.
Adrian rested the spike heel of her leather shoe on Sherry's left buttock. The stiletto heel pressed deeply into the soft flesh.
"Get to work, little miss bitch!" Adrian commanded.
She slacked up on the leash so Sherry could crawl to the bed. The golden girl's body glistened with shimmering sweat.
Sherry clambered up on the mattress. Jane instinctively tried to close her legs, but of course the chains kept them spread wide open.
Sherry knelt between Jane's spread legs, just as Clark had done hours ago. An expression of hot expectancy shone on the girl's face.
A deep red blush covered Jane's face. She was too shy to look Sherry in the eye. On the other hand, Jane was perfectly passive and still, and made not the slightest struggle to break free.
Sherry stared at Jane's pussy. The pussy lips glistened with semen. Semen was matted in the soft curls of Jane's pubic bush.
"You're very, very beautiful," Sherry said softly in her little girl's voice. "I'm just going to love serving you!"
Sherry rested her hands on Jane's quivering inner thighs. The teen lowered her head, bringing her face down to Jane's pussy.
Sherry's tongue was long, pink, and pointed. Jane gasped when the girl started licking her pussy lips, slurping the semen off them.
Jane lay there with her eyes closed. There really was no way to tell a man's mouth from that of a female, when that mouth was on her pussy.
Either way, it felt wonderful. Tension flowed out of Jane's body as Sherry continued the slow, extremely sensual tonguing.
Adrian stood by the bedside, letting the leash hang slackly. Her nipples puckered, stiffened, became erect. Her heavy breasts bobbed as she breathed.
There were liquid slurping sounds as Sherry mouthed Jane's pussy. She fastened her open lips on Jane's quivering pussy lips.
Adrian put her hand on the back of Sherry's head and pressed the girl's face hard against Jane. Jane's pussy lips split and spread.
Her pussy membranes were exposed, dripping with semen which smeared on Sherry's hot face. Sherry burrowed deeper, thrusting her tongue.
Adrian held the teenager's head down while Sherry dipped her tongue into Jane's sensitive slit, and along the dripping membranes.
Sherry lapped up the semen, swallowing it down as she went along.
Clark stimulated Jane's breasts. He pinched the nipples erect, rolled them in his fingers fastened his mouth on them, kissed them, sucked them.
Jane felt a fire down below, in her pussy. She parted her strawberry-red lips to moan, and then to moan again.
Sherry did something tricky with her tongue. Jane gasped and writhed.
Clark was aroused. The twin flaps of his robe had fallen aside, exposing the rigid red erection which jutted from his hips.
He wrapped his fist around the shaft, so the knobbed bullet shaped cock head jutted from the top of it. A drop of semen oozed from the tip when he squeezed it.
His cock glowed red and hot. It grew hotter still as he pulled and kneaded it while he watched Sherry mouth the pussy of his chained bride.
Jane's body took control. Sherry's mouth was putting fire inside her pussy. That steamy erotic heat was fast melting away Jane's inhibitions.
By now, Sherry had concluded her task of cleaning the semen from Jane's pussy. Jane's membranes were shiny, glistening pink.
They were free of semen, but moisture and juices oozed from the pores of the pink pussy walls, coating her membranes with thick secretions.
Jane gasped from the heat of her aroused pussy. The only thing she could do in response to the fever burning inside her was to rock her hips in response.
She lifted her sweating, tightly clenched buttocks off the rumpled sheet, arched her back, and ground her dripping pussy into Sherry's mouth.
Clark and Adrian instantly noted this sign of lesbian lust. They exchanged meaningful glances, before returning their undivided attention to the stimulating spectacle of Sherry eating Jane's pussy.
"Make Jane climax," Clark commanded. He continued to pull his penis.
Jane was in rapture. She had no thought for morality and shame-the only thing she knew or wanted to know was how good Sherry's mouth felt on her pussy.
Sherry slid her tongue up the slit, burrowed for Jane's clitoris, found it, and lovingly licked it with a vengeance.
Jane's deep, heaving sighs of pleasure came faster and more breathlessly as that limber tongue played over her pearl-pink clitoris.
Sherry puckered her wet lips and rubbed them against the clitoris. Jane's moans rose in volume and frequency, the harder that Sherry massaged her clitoris.
Jane cried out as she climaxed. Her body shook and shivered as orgasmic convulsions shook it. Sherry lifted her wet mouth from the pussy.
Jane gave a last gasp, then tumbled back on the mattress. Her arms were folded so her bound hands pressed against her jiggling breasts.
"So good," she whimpered, "so very wicked, but so good!"
"Nothing is good which gives you pleasure or gives pleasure to me," Clark said, rising up from the bead, throwing off his robe.
He stood there naked, his stiff penis jiggling, his hairy balls swollen. His cock bobbed as he walked around to the foot of the bed.
Sherry looked at him, her face smeared with semen and secretions from her hairline to the point of her chin. Her round eyes shone.
"I'll take over from here, Sherry," Clark grinned. "But don't go too far away-I've a use of my own for that mouth of yours."
Sherry planted a last quick kiss on Jane's pussy, then hopped off the bed. She knelt on the floor. Tonight she had been forbidden to stand up straight, but must crawl on all fours like a female animal.
Adrian patted the slavish teen on the top of her tousled head. "You did a very nice job, slave girl. I'll have to reward you later for your performance."
Clark climbed on the bed, the mattress sinking under his weight.
Jane opened her eyes, saw him. She held out her bound arms to him. Her eyes were wild, and her face was red and sweating.
"Oooooh, yes, come to me, lover," she moaned, "I want it, I need it so badly, I want you to do it to me like before, so fast and hard and good!"
Clark grinned as he mounted her. "Tell me what you want me to do to you, Jane."
"I want you-to fuck me! There! I've said it! I want you to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" She pulled him down to her.
He guided his red cock to her pussy. Jane said, "Unh!" when he forced his swollen cock head between her pussy lips.
Grasping her shaking sweating hips, he thrust his stiff member deep into her, entering her deeply in one swift surging thrust.
He plunged his cock in her up to the hilt.
He stuck his head in the wide space formed by Jane's bound arms, which were looped around.
As he penetrated her, his stiff cock tingled with thousands of needles of erotic pleasure, hot and electric, making him vibrate with pleasure.
The base of his shaft pressed against her thin pussy lips. He kept his cock deep inside her, but did not start thrusting yet.
He looked over his shoulder at Adrian. She gave a little tug on Sherry's leash. Sherry obediently climbed up on the bed.
Clark spread his strong hairy legs wide open, while Sherry lay between them.
Her feet were still on the floor, while her upper body was pressed flat against the mattress. She slithered upward to Clark.
Sherry's small soft hands fondled his naked buttocks. Her warm sweet breath rustled the black hairs which covered his backside and thighs like a soft furry pelt.
He squirmed restlessly and excitedly as Sherry squeezed and kneaded his bottom. His movements caused his cock to thrust inside Jane, thrilling her.
Sherry covered his ass with hot wet kisses. She stuck out her tongue, placed the flat of it on his bottom cheek, and licked it.
She put her hands on his buttocks and spread them apart, exposing the brown puckered rosebud of his anus.
Sherry pressed her wet warm face between his buttocks. His ass cheeks pressed against her. It was dark and warm in there.
She fastened her puckered lips to his anus, which quivered at the sensual contact. She kissed it, then she-rimmed the wrinkled brown folds.
This treatment, this oral adoration of his anus, was most stimulating, and Clark gasped and moaned softly, wriggling on top of Jane.
Sherry pressed the tip of her tongue against the center of his anus, and pushed it inward. He was very tight, and she had to work to force it in.
She pushed her tongue past his narrow anal ring, and into his rectum.
Now Clark began to thrust into his bound blonde bride with vigor.
His hips rocked back and forth, gliding his heated member over her silky membranes. Jane shivered even though sweat covered her perfect form.
Clark thrust slowly and deeply. He was careful not to dislodge Sherry's lips and tongue from his bottom.
While he thrust his stiff erection deep into the hot wet velvet of his wife's pussy, Sherry pushed her tongue in and out of his anus.
It was a combination which was sinfully exciting.
Jane didn't care what else was going on in the room. She had entered a strange new existence, alien to her, where nothing could be taken for granted.
The only way she could see her way through her confusion was to just exactly what her husband required of her.
With the wild erotic thrills he had already brought her, Jane had a true incentive to please him-she wanted more and more of those forbidden thrills.
Her being seemed to be centered in her pussy. Her labia were a bit chafed and sore from all the fucking she had gotten, and of course the pain of her broken maidenhead constantly throbbed with a dull ache.
But those minor irritations were nothing compared to the frenzied sexual heat which Clark's mouth and stiff penis-and Sherry's mouth, too-had given her.
Jane rocked her hips in response to the rhythms of his thrusting cock. Clark thrust faster and harder, but Sherry kept her mouth clamped on his anus.
With dual stimulation like that, it didn't take him very long to come. He buried his cock deep inside Jane's slit, holstering it like a pistol of flesh.
That sex pistol shot soft bullets of semen as he came. Earlier, his come had gushed thickly and heavily-this time, the flow was somewhat less.
But that didn't mean that the ecstasy of coming was any less-in fact, his orgasm was even more devastating this time than it had been the first time.
He rocked and groaned, his face burning bright red, his cock even hotter, as he came inside Jane.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Early the next morning, Jane was wheeled into the adult nursery.
It was only the latest in the series of bizarre sexual experiences which had been happening to her ever since her new husband brought her to this isolated house.
Last night, after Clark had come in her for the second time, and then pulled out of her, Sherry had once more been required to tongue her pussy clean.
Her effort had been more business-like, and less concerned with bringing Jane to orgasm But Sherry had not made this decision for herself.
It was Clark who commanded her to finish off Jane quickly. Sherry burrowed her tongue deep into Jane, licking the semen from the pussy walls.
When Sherry finally lifted her face from Jane's sex, the pussy lips shone pinkly with fresh glistening saliva, rather than with Clark's semen.
When Clark examined Sherry's oral work, and said that it was good, the petite teen once more knelt at dominant Adrian's booted feet.
Clark thanked them, and told them that their services would no longer be required for this night. Jane murmured weak, sighing thanks from her bed of bliss.
Sherry submissively pressed her forehead against the floor, bowing to Clark. Adrian did not kneel, since Clark had exempted her from having to demonstrate such slavish obedience, but she did bow her head respectfully.
Clark cupped his hand and whispered into Adrian's ear. He and Adrian looked meaningfully at Jane from time to time as he spoke.
Jane could not hear what they were saying and couldn't have cared less.
She lay curled on her side, her head resting between her bound arms. From time to time she sighed and shivered with pleasure.
Clark finished saying whatever he was saying to Adrian. She bobbed her head, nodding, and said, "All shall be done as you command."
She and Sherry bowed to him again, then exited the room.
""Bye," Jane whispered softly at their retreating backs.
Clark sat on the bed and untied her hands. Jane moaned and kissed his hands. The strands of rope fell loose from her slender wrists.
He unlocked one of her leg cuffs, but left the other one secured to her ankle. He told her to tell him if the cuff was chafing her skin.
Jane said that it did not hurt her. She shyly confessed that there was something very secure and comforting about being bound by him.
This answer pleased Clark. He cradled her head in his lap, her long honey-colored hair streaming over his groin and his inner thighs.
He kissed her mouth and breasts for a while, rocking her to sleep. Since only one leg was fettered, Jane had more freedom to move on the bed.
Clark climbed in beside her and pulled the blankets and sheets up to their shoulders. He flicked out the lamp on the night table.
The bedroom was dark. The lovers lay spoon fashion, on their sides, curled up together. His groin pressed Jane's naked bottom.
He kissed and stroked her until she drifted off to sleep. Jane was physically and emotionally exhausted by the night's events.
She fell into a deep and dreamless slumber which lasted until morning.
She opened her sleep-blurred eyes. The furniture of the bedroom was vague and indistinct in the dim gray light creeping in through slits in the curtains.
She lay there on her side, feeling warm and lazy. Clark leaned into her, startling her somewhat, since she had incorrectly assumed that he was sleeping.
He was hard. His stiff, hot penis pressed against the smooth flesh of her bottom. Her warm spreading buttocks were as soft as butter.
He murmured with desire. He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. His fat fleshy cock head rubbed her pink pussy slit.
Erotic chills ran up and down her spine as he pushed her hair aside and kissed and licked the back of her neck.
Reaching around in front of her, he put his hands on her breasts, holding one of them in each palm. Her flat nipples pressed the centers of his palms.
The nipples did not stay flat for very long, not with the sensual kisses and caresses he was planting all over her soft sleek body.
He gripped her breasts so that her nipples jutted between the spaces of his spread fingers. Jane rubbed her soft backside against his hard cock.
He opened and closed his fingers, softly squeezing her nipples between them.
The pink points of soft flesh tingled with awareness and erotic sensations. They puckered, stiffened, became throbbingly erect.
Clark moved under the covers. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her on her tummy. The sheets and blankets fell off them.
The chain fastened to Jane's ankle was pulled tight, reminding her of the restraint she had been locked into in her marriage bed.
Clark knelt behind her. He bunched pillows under her middle, raising her hips up so that they were the most elevated part of her body.
Jane buried her moaning face in her outstretched arms. She shivered with anticipated pleasure as Clark's hot face pressed her backside.
He parted her soft smooth thighs, spreading them, opening and exposing her pink-lipped pussy to him. Then he fastened his mouth on her slit.
Jane loved this. Now that she had discovered the supreme thrill of having her pussy mouthed, she could not get enough of it.
Soon she was gasping softly as his tongue lanced in her pussy and rippled over the quivering labia, wetting them, preparing her for penetration.
This tonguing did not last as long as Jane would have liked, since it was being done to lubricate her pussy, rather than to bring her to orgasm.
Her sigh of disappointment was replaced by a moan of desire when Clark took his mouth off her pink slit, and put his stiff penis in its place.
Jane wailed as his cock head pushed apart her pussy lips, splitting and spreading them, prying them open as he fed his long shaft into her.
Once more she thrilled to the delight of being penetrated. Clark leaned over her, his hips bumping and rubbing her buttocks as he fucked her.
Jane did not just lay there. She rocked her hips back and forth, gasping as the velvet wetness of her humid pussy was increased by his swift strong strokes.
He reached under her hips, pressing his fingertips against her clitoris.
The sudden pleasure was so intense and extreme that Jane involuntarily cried out. For an instant, she feared she had awakened the entire house with her loud moaning outcry.
Then the events of the night before filled her mind, and she remembered just exactly what this place was-Clark's remote country mansion, where his servants were his slaves, and obeyed his every command.
Clark lightly rubbed his Fingertips against her throbbing clitoris as he thrust his cock in and out of her with strong, deep strokes.
Secretions from her pussy smeared on his stroking fingers. Jane lifted her face from the mattress. Her slitted eyes glittered in her moaning face.
Clark's hard cock was a blur of red motion as it pumped into her pussy. It was a hot quick fuck, and it didn't take him long to come.
Jane was half-expecting him to summon Sherry to come and tongue her clean. It was surprising how quickly she had gotten used to that oral service.
Now she was looking forward to it with real erotic anticipation. She wanted to put that slave girl's mouth to work on her for a good hour or two.
But that was not on the program this morning. After he had pulled out of Jane, and recovered his breath, Clark spoke softly and soothingly to her.
This would be a special day, he promised her. Today would really signal the start of his training program to mold her into a perfectly submissive wife.
"I will be all things to you," he murmured as he covered her soft body with hot kisses. "I'll be your father, your confessor, your lover, your master.'
Jane lay on the bed, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. Clark sat on the edge of the bed and picked up the phone.
He spoke to Adrian, telling her that he and Jane were ready, and that she should come to his bedroom presently.
After he hung up the phone, Jane said, "May I ask you a question? What is Adrian to you?"
"She is my slave."
"Slave? But she's so scary, with all her black leather and boots-and she sure didn't act like a slave as far as Sherry was concerned!"
"No, she didn't!" Clark agreed, laughing. "Adrian is special to me. She was my first slave. Now, although she is totally submissive to me, she is still my second-in-command, and as such has control over the rest of the staff."
"Even the men?"
"Of course."
Jane pouted prettily. "Clark-just where do I fit in with your scheme of things? Am I going to be your slave, too?"
He kissed her again and again. "Your status is different from all the others, Jane-more exalted. You're my bride. I hope that you will obey me as best as you can, since that submission will please me the most."
Jane ran her hands along his broad shoulders. "I'll do my best!"
"That's all I ask." He kissed both her nipples, and was lowering his face toward her pussy, when a soft discreet knock sounded on the door.
"We'll have to postpone that pleasure for later, Jane," he said as he slid off the bed and stood up. "It's time for your training program to begin."
"I'm ready,' Jane said bravely. She did not know what he would expect of her, but her active imagination conjured up scores of scenarios of humiliation and sexual submission where she demonstrated her blind love for her husband by suffering bravely and submissively for him-her husband, lord, and master.
Clark opened the door and Adrian entered the room.
She was dressed in a different outfit from the one she had worn last night, but which was equally bizarre. She was uniformed like a kinky nurse.
A stiff starched peaked white nurse's cap was pinned to the black bun of her glossy hair. She wore no make-up this morning, making her look more severe and stern.
Her massive breasts thrust against the front of the white uniform which covered her from her neck to her knees.
A pale green rubber apron with a ruffled hem was pinned around her waist. Her legs were sheathed in dull brown rubber stockings. White rubber-soled shoes completed her ensemble. She strode briskly to the bedside.
"Good morning!" she said cheerily. "How is our young miss today?"
"Uh-very well, thank you. I think." A frown creased Jane's smooth brow. She was uncertain as to the status of the dominant brunette.
Clark said, "Jane is ready to begin her reeducation, Nurse, so I think we should get to work right away."
"Nurse?" Jane was puzzled. "I didn't know that you were a nurse."
"Oh, I have all kinds of skills and talents, dear," Adrian chuckled. "You'll find out about them in due course."
Adrian set a black doctor's bag down on the night table. From inside it she took a stethoscope and slipped it around her neck. "Sit straight up, Jane."
Jane said weakly, "But-but I'm not ill! I've never felt better!"
"You let me be the judge of that, Jane." Clark squeezed her shoulder. "All this, strange as it may seem at first, is for your own good."
Jane shivered when Adrian placed the cold metal of the stethoscope against her bare chest and listened to her heartbeat.
She thumped Jane's front and back. She used a device which resembled a metal flashlight with a soft green rubber cone at one end to peer into Jane's ears and nostrils. Jane stuck out her tongue, so Adrian could hold it down with a depressor and peer into her mouth.
Jane was all rather mystified with this medical examination.
Clark said, "Well, how does it look, Nurse?"
"Her physical condition is really quite splendid," Adrian said admiringly. "Any woman might envy young Jane her superb health and physique."
A rose blush shone on Jane's cheeks in response to the compliment.
Adrian continued, "I'll be able to make a more comprehensive examination in the nursery-we'll take her there."
"I really don't need any more examinations," Jane laughed nervously. "Really, I feel fine and fit! You said I was perfectly healthy yourself!"
"She's adorable," Adrian said to Clark. "She's just the cutest little thing."
Jane said, "I don't appreciate being spoken to as if I was a child!"
Both Clark and Adrian burst out laughing at this remark. Jane said, "I don't understand did I say something funny?"
"That's right, Jane, you don't understand," Clark said, "but you will. You are a child my very own sweet baby child. I'll see that you have the best of care."
Jane gasped when she saw Adrian take a hypodermic syringe out of the black bag. The rubber nurse poured some antiseptic fluid on a cotton ball.
"What-what are you doing?!" Alarm made Jane's voice shrill. "You're not going to give me a shot! What's in that thing?!"
"A little something to calm your nerves, honey," Adrian said soothingly. "You're obviously overwrought ... a common condition in girls your age."
Jane tried to move away. Clark gripped her by the shoulders, firmly holding her in a sitting position on the bed. Her breasts jiggled as she squirmed.
Adrian held her arm, and rubbed the cotton ball on the inside of Jane's elbow. The fluid tingled coolly on her flesh. Jane was now quite afraid.
Her husband held her while Adrian jabbed the needle into the girl's vein. Jane cried out as the drug was injected into her.
Adrian removed the needle when the syringe was empty. Jane's eyes were glassy, and she rocked unsteadily back and forth on the bed.
"I feel so strange." Her voice sounded to her as though she were speaking while inside a deep stone well, so that it was filled with hollow echoes.
"Just a little morphine derivative to ease your tensions," Clark murmured. "It will make you feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded at first."
Warmth shot through her as the drug circulated through her system. Jane had trouble focusing her eyes. The room came in and out of focus.
She felt as though all her bones had turned to jelly. She had no willpower. She knew only that she wanted to lie down. The warmth in her felt nice.
Chains rattled as Clark unlocked the padded leather cuff which was still fastened to her foot. Jane sprawled on the bed, on her back, her legs open.
She had trouble thinking clearly, but she realized that she was nude, and that her pussy was nakedly exposed in the position she lay in.
Moaning softly, she dropped her hand to her crotch to cover it. Her pussy tingled when she touched it. The tingling felt very good.
Jane felt no shame at all as she began to rub and stroke her soft pussy lips.
Clark chuckled indulgently as he watched his wife fondle herself between the legs. "It seems as though Jane has the habit of masturbation."
"Quite common in these young girls nowadays," Adrian said crisply. Leaning over Jane, she gripped the girl's wrists and took her hands off her pussy.
Jane moaned in disappointment. "She can't get enough of it," Clark laughed.
"Naughty, naughty," Adrian chided Jane, waving her finger in Jane's face. "You mustn't touch yourself down there without your daddy's permission."
"Who-who is my daddy?" Jane spoke slowly, forming her words with care.
"I am," Clark said, "and I'd say it's high time we got this little girl to the nursery! Please wheel in the cart, Adrian."
"Very good, sir" Adrian stepped into the hall, then pushed a rubber wheeled medical stretcher over to the bedside.
Jane moaned softly as Clark and Adrian lifted her off the bed, and set her down on her back on top of the stretcher.
The stretcher table was padded in black leather, whose rich aroma filled Jane's nostrils.
She was helpless, without will, a puppet in their hands.
But, because of the drug's effect, this condition did not alarm her. She felt incredibly calm and detached, totally uncaring.
Canvas restraining straps which dangled from the edges of the cart were buckled around Jane, securely binding her to the cart.
While Adrian strapped down Jane, Clark dressed. He wore a sports shirt, slacks, and sandals. He wore no underwear or socks-they would have been just that many more items of clothing for him to remove later.
When he was ready, he and Adrian wheeled the cart out the door and down the wall. The rubber wheels squeaked as the cart moved.
The nursery was in the west wing of the second floor. It was a small, intimate room, its walls painted a soothing, tranquil shade of pink.
It was strangely equipped, to say the least. To one side, against the wall, there was a stainless steel sink and glass-fronted cabinets.
There was an examining table, the kind used by doctors. Not far from it, a portion of the room had been set up as a bathroom.
There were no walls sealing it off from the rest of the nursery, and thus no privacy, either. This square section had a green tiled floor.
There was a large white porcelain tub and a toilet in the section.
On the opposite side of the room from the medical section was the nursery itself. There was an adult-sized playpen with thick iron bars, a pink padded cage with a roof which could be locked down in place.
There was an adult-sized highchair, and numerous other items for the adult infant.
Clark and Adrian pushed the cart over to the examining table. Since both tables were the same height, it was easy to roll Jane on the examining table.
Cellophane crackled as Adrian opened a fresh pack of sanitary rubber gloves. They were a transparent brown color similar to her stockings.
They snapped as she pulled them on her hands. They were skin-tight, of course, and reached a bit past her wrists.
Metal stirrups rose up from the end of the table. Clark took some linen strips from a drawer, and used them to bind Jane's feet to the stirrups.
Jane's legs were tied spread open, with her feet raised about eighteen inches off the table. Her pussy quivered from being so nakedly exposed.
Clark stood by the side of the table holding Jane down. Adrian stood on the floor, facing the young woman's naked crotch.
Jane gasped as Adrian fondled her pussy lips. The rubber gloved fingers rolled and rippled over the intricately folded labia.
Adrian had a soft touch, and Jane's gasps of surprise were soon replaced by soft sighs of pleasure. Jane was highly sensitive to pleasure.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage. It was more of a massage than a probe, certainly. Jane's tingling nipples stiffened to erection.
She started rocking her hips back and forth on the table, in response to Adrian's fingering of her pulsing pussy.
Adrian got down to the examination. Jane's eyes were closed, so she couldn't see the calipers which Adrian prepared to place in position.
Jane gasped and went rigid when she felt the calipers at her pussy. They were made of metal, were V-shaped, and the distance between the twin legs was adjustible.
Adrian placed the tips against the insides of Jane's pussy lips. Jane squirmed and struggled more in fear than in pain, since the procedure was painless.
Adrian opened the calipers. Jane's pussy lips were slowly pried open and stretched to the sides, exposing the slippery pink folds and ridges of the inside of her sex.
Adrian shone the beam of a tiny packet flashlight up inside Jane.
Adrian decided that a more probingly personal, intimate examination was called for, a decision which Clark was in agreement with.
Jane grunted when Adrian slipped her finger inside the girl's pussy. Adrian pushed her middle finger in up to the rubber covered knuckle.
Jane gasped and moaned as Adrian explored her. When the brunette finally took her finger out of Jane, secretions glistened on the rubber of the glove.
"How does she look, Nurse?" Clark asked.
"Picture-perfect. And so very tight-but I'm sure you discovered that for yourself." Adrian's rubber soles squeaked on the floor as she went to the cabinet.
Jane lay shivering on the leather covered examining table. The round white overhead light shining down from the ceiling was a blur.
She was humiliated and shaken by the casual way that Adrian had probed the most intimate parts of her body.
But the drug in her veins did not allow her to remain alarmed for long. It was a tranquilizing blanket which dulled her senses and sapped her resistance.
Clark untied her feet from the stirrups and lowered them. He turned Jane over, so that she lay on her tummy. Jane looked over her shoulder.
Adrian approached, holding a thermometer. Jane asked her what she was going to do. "Why, take your temperature, of course!" Adrian laughed.
Jane whined that she didn't want her temperature taken this way. Couldn't they use an oral thermometer instead?
"Only grown-up young ladies are allowed that privilege, Jane," Clark said. "And since you're just a little girl, as your sulky behavior demonstrates, you're going to be treated like one!"
Jane's further protests were silenced when Clark warned her that if she didn't behave herself, he was going to take her over his lap and give her a good sound spanking. Her face red with shame, Jane buried her face in her outstretched arms.
Adrian swatted Jane smartly on the buttocks. "Don't tighten up, child!"
Jane relaxed her body as best she could. She was thinking that she hadn't been treated in this demeaning manner since she was a very young girl.
But perhaps that was the exact reason why Clark was doing it to her-to make her feel insecure and helpless and child-like.
If that was his ambition, he was succeeding perfectly, Jane thought. Drug or no drug, she was mortified at the way Adrian handled her.
Adrian parted Jane's ripe rounded buttocks, spreading the soft cheeks to the sides, exposing the puckered brown anus, that rosebud of wrinkled flesh.
The rectal thermometer was already lubricated with petroleum jelly. Jane's rosebud quivered when the oily metal bulb pressed against it.
Jane gasped as Adrian inserted the thermometer inside her. Her pussy tingled, the soft pink lips quivering as they rubbed the black leather table.
Adrian kept the thermometer inside her much longer than was medically necessary to get an accurate reading-close to ten minutes.
During that time, she and Clark discussed Jane and their plans for her. Jane could not hear what they said, since they were at the other end of the room.
At last Adrian pried apart her bottom cheeks and withdrew the glass rod from Jane's rectum. She twirled it inside Jane as she pulled it out.
Clark fondled Jane's soft hair while Adrian held the thermometer to the light and read the temperature.
Clark stroked Jane's breast where it jutted out from under her. "Well, Nurse, what kind of a reading have you got?"
"Her temperature's running slightly above normal," Adrian announced crisply. "I believe that Jane is running a very slight fever."
"What do you suggest that we do?"
"A good bowel movement will do wonders to improve her condition," Adrian said. "Well administer an enema, and clean her out!"
"But I don't want an enema!" Jane wailed, rising up from the table in dismay.
Clark put his hand on the back of her neck, pushed her down, and held her there.
He said, "Jane, I warned you about your actions! That outburst of childish temperment has just earned you a bottom warming!"
Jane babbled apologies, but they did her no good. Tears ran down her cheeks as she begged Clark to at least spank her privately, without Adrian watching.
"Privacy is an adult privilege," Clark said as he held down the squirming, sobbing, wriggling Jane. "You haven't earned it-but you have earned a spanking!"
It was even more degrading than Jane had expected. Clark had Adrian hold her down while he hand spanked her naked bottom.
Tears spilled down her red moaning face as Clark's hard open palm slammed down again and again on her buttocks. He was strong, with a heavy hand.
There was the meaty sound of flesh striking flesh. The rippling bottom cheeks darkened from a soft shade of pale white, to a deep blushing rose, to a bright and burning red which was warm to the touch.
Adrian said approvingly, "I believe that this naughty little miss is now ready to obey, sir!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Please, please-no more!" Jane gasped. "I can't take any more inside me!"
"Of course you can,' Adrian said sternly. "Don't be such a big baby!"
"But it hurts! I've got these awful cramps in my stomach! Please!"
Clark said, "You can stop the flow and let her rest for a moment, Nurse. After all, Jane is new to these things, and not used to them."
Jane was receiving an enema. She lay naked on her left side on the examining table, with her right leg bent, the knee raised high.
Jane was gasping and sweating. Her belly, normally flat, was pushed outward by the contents of the enema bag which she had already taken.
A portable metal tree stood by the table. Hanging on a hook from this stand was a red rubber enema bag which was two-thirds full.
It contained a solution of warm, soapy water. Hanging down from the bottom of the bag was a length of looping white rubber tubing.
This tube terminated at the other end in a fat nozzle. The white plastic nozzle was close to six inches long, and quite thick.
It had been thoroughly greased with lubricant and inserted deep in Jane's rectum, stretching and penetrating the narrow passage.
Jane's ripe buttocks were red, welted, and sizzling from the spanking. She had no desire to repeat the punishment, so she was docile.
The valve was opened, and Jane was filled with the fluid. It gurgled down the tube and into her, slowly filling her up.
She fidgeted and moaned with discomfort as her usually trim tummy was pushed outward and stretched by the fluid which entered her.
Between the probing examination, the spanking, and now the enema, Jane was crushed by humiliation. She covered her red face with her hands.
As the pressure of the enema became intense inside her, Jane raised her face. Soon she could no longer restrain her moaning whimpers.
As much as she feared another spanking, the cramps in her tummy were worse. Finally she gathered up enough courage to beg for a rest.
Adrian showed no sign of sympathy, and remarked that little Sherry, who was much smaller than Jane, had taken the contents of an entire bag without whining.
But Clark was properly indulgent of his young bride, so Adrian closed the cut-off valve of the bag, halting the flow of fluid.
The nozzle remained deeply inserted in her bottom. Jane was glad of that. There were ominous gurglings and rumblings in her stomach.
Clark massaged her belly until the cramps went away. He signalled for Adrian to resume the process, and the fluid once more flowed into her.
Jane wept breathlessly by the time that another third of the bag's contents had entered her. The red rubber bag was now one-third full.
Jane begged for permission to relieve herself. Clark warned her not to have an accident before she had reached the toilet.
Adrian's rubber covered fingers gripped the base of the nozzle, and pulled it out of Jane's rectum. The nozzle shone with grease.
As soon as it was out of her, Jane swung her long legs off the table and put her feet on the floor.
Moaning, doubled over, she clutched her stomach as she scurried to the toilet. Clark and Adrian chuckled at the comic spectacle of humiliation Jane presented.
Jane reached the toilet just in time, and explosively voided her bowls.
Not until she had cleaned herself and flushed the toilet was she able to appreciate the supreme embarrassment of what she had gone through.
Clark and Adrian had watched her ordeal all the way through. Now, Jane was too ashamed to even look at them. She groaned with shame.
Her head was bowed. She stared silently at her feet. She looked up when Clark said, "I think she could use a good bath, Nurse."
The tub was filled with hot water, and Jane meekly climbed in. She gasped as she sat down in the hot water up to her neck.
She was numbly passive and docile as she was scrubbed and rinsed. Even her hair was shampooed and dried. Adrian toweled Jane's pink, gleaming body.
Clark took Jane by the hand. She leaned close to him. Her naked hip and thigh brushed him as he walked her to the examining table.
Adrian laid a towel on the middle section of the table. Jane lay down on her back with her bottom resting on the towel.
"I'll diaper her," Clark said. Adrian set out the needed items.
By now, nothing would have surprised Jane, so the announcement that she would be diapered failed to produce much shock from her.
It was actually a rather sensual experience. Clark rubbed clear, greasy baby oil into her pussy. Jane gave herself up to the stimulation caused by his strong fingers massaging the oil into her crotch.
Her pussy lips glowed with a rosy hue from the fondling. They shone with oil. Clark rubbed the oil down into her bottom crack.
When she was thoroughly oiled, the powdering came next. The white baby powder smelled sweet and tickled her nose.
It fell on her flesh like snow, whitening her pink pussy lips, and sprinkling her tufted pubic bush with powdery frost.
Adult-sized diapers were on hand at the nursery. A triangle of thickly padded absorbent cotton was pinned around her hips.
Even the safety pins holding the diaper together were adult-size. Next a pair of waterproof plastic pants, pink with white latex ruffles, was pulled over the diaper.
"There!" Clark said when the process was completed. "Now we don't have to worry about baby Jane having any unfortunate accidents."
Clark consulted his watch. "I'd say it's time for baby to have her morning feeding. Please get the high chair ready, Nurse."
Adrian released some clamps on the high chair. The legs were collapsible, and folded in on themselves, lowering the seat of the high chair a few inches from the floor.
Jane sat down in the chair, which had been constructed to adult dimensions. A padded rubber cushion protected her bottom from the harness of the wooden seat.
The chair was so low that Jane had to extend her long pink legs straight out in front of her. Her head was on a level with the others' groins.
Clark pulled a metal tray down in front of her. It clicked into place. It also pinned her arms to her sides, so she couldn't move them.
Jane was in restraint again-why? She was about to discover the reason.
Jane's pussy lips quivered when she saw her husband take off his clothes. The memory of the delights his loving had brought her last night overpowered all her other emotions. She prayed that he would make love to her again.
But she didn't see how he would do it, since her crotch and therefore her pussy were down almost on the floor, and Clark was standing up.
He was naked. His cock was limp and thick. Adrian stood to one side, staring openly and rather hungrily at his genitals.
Jane gasped when Adrian went to her husband, swaying her rounded hips as she walked. Her heavy breasts shifted and jiggled in her uniform.
Adrian still wore her rubber gloves. She gripped his penis, closing her fingers around the thick red shaft. Clark grinned lewdly.
Seeing the jealous frustration on Jane's face, he said, "Don't worry, baby-Daddy is saving the best part for you!"
Adrian lightly fondled his hairy balls. They became hard and swollen in the fleshy sac. His penis quivered spasmodically with life and vigor.
It expanded in Adrian's hand, growing, stiffening, until it became a solid and jutting erection. Its fleshy red head jutted from her closed gloved fist.
The sight of the member excited Jane. She pressed her thighs closed, rubbing them against her pussy. The absorbent diaper was soft and cuddly against her sex.
Adrian released Clark's cock. It sprouted horizontally from his lean hips, a rigid rod of red flesh.
Moisture oozed in Jane's pussy, the secretions flowing from the pores of her pink pussy membranes. The nipples of her naked breasts hardened.
Clark's erection bobbed as he went to Jane. "Everyone knows that babies love to suck, and I've got something here which is much better than a bottle!"
He stood looming over Jane. Now she understood with perfect clarity the reason why the chair had been set so low-his penis hovered inches from her face.
"Kiss it, lover." Clark fondled her soft shimmering blonde hair.
Jane did not want to take him by mouth. But she did not want to be punished or humiliated or given another enema, either.
She puckered her ripe red lips. Clark held his cock just below the rim of the red bullet shaped head. Jane brushed her lips against it.
"Come now, Jane, surely you can do better than that " he said. "Of course, if you're not hungry right now, I'm sure that our nurse here would be only too glad to take your place, and show you how it's done."
That more than anything else made up Jane's mind to go through with it.
She parted her pouting, beestung red lips. They were made for fellatio. She glided her pink tongue over them, moistening them.
She kissed his cock head much more warmly now. The flesh was pliant, but with an underlying firmness and rigor.
She licked the cock head, running her tongue over it. She licked inside the tiny slit in the swollen penis head, making Clark moan.
He pushed forward, bumping the cock head against her white even teeth, which she parted in order to take his rod of flesh in her mouth.
In the back of her mind were the instructions which her Uncle Freddy had given her on that hot summer afternoon so very long ago, when he raped her mouth.
Once again her mouth was being raped this time by her husband. And Jane was a willing accomplice in that oral penetration.
Clark shoved his cock head between her teeth. He gasped as his flesh was surrounded by her hot wet mouth. Jane curled her lips over her teeth.
Shyly at first, then with more surness, Jane licked his cock head. She slurped and sucked at it like it was a fat round lollipop.
Saliva trickled down the corners of her mouth, wetting her chin.
Jane was dimly aware of Adrian kneeling down beside her. Jane was much too busy giving her all as she sucked Clark's stiff penis.
Jane could smell the sweet fragrance of the rubber garments which Adrian wore. Adrian fondled Jane's breasts with her rubber gloved hands.
It felt wonderful. Adrian had a soft, sure, skilled touch. And the rubber gloves felt most sensual indeed against her soft bosom flesh.
Jane's stiff nipples were like pink pebbles jutting from the tips of the white masses of her breasts. Her head bobbed back and forth.
Clark put his hands on the sides of Jane's head, guiding her movements.
His red shaft sank deeper into her mouth. Clark shivered from the pure delight of having his heated cock flesh caressed by her soft velvety lips.
Jane's downy cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. Clark's muscular, hairy thighs trembled, and his buttocks were tightly clenched as he rocked back and forth.
His glowing red shaft glistened with a liberal dose of Jane's sweet silvery saliva. Fat purple-blue veins pulsed throbbingly in his shaft.
His cock became redder and hotter with each surging stroke.
"You're doing great, Jane, just great!" His face was as red and swollen as his cock. His voice was thick and rasping.
Breathlessly he panted, 'I'm going to give you a dose of your special baby formula, Jane, and you better swallow it all down!"
Jane knew what that meant. She knew she could go through with it.
Clark stopped speaking. He groaned with pleasure and panted for breath as he thrust his red erection in and out of her mouth.
It was hot and hard against her curled tongue. He thrust deep, so that sometimes the cock head brushed the soft tissues at the back of her throat.
Suddenly he stopped thrusting. His cock was buried deep in her mouth. At the same time, Adrian bent her head to take one of Jane's stiff swollen nipples in her mouth.
Clark came. His cock twitched convulsively, accompanied by his deep, moaning groans as ecstasy exploded in his groin.
Clark shook and shivered as semen spurted from his cock head. The first gush splashed against Jane's throat-she swallowed it.
Her mouth was clamped around his coming cock, gulping down the semen with a stimulating suction which drove Clark wild.
His buttocks were so tightly clenched when he came that they turned a pale white. The spurting stream of thick semen slid down Jane's gullet.
She sucked and slurped. Clark's trembling faded in intensity as the stream of semen lessened to a thin trickling ooze.
He kept his cock in her mouth for a long time after he stopped shooting. All the while, Adrian nibbled Jane's throbbing, sensitive nipples, and fondled her soft breasts.
Clark's muscular chest expanded as he filled his heaving lungs with fresh air. His cock quivered as he exhaled with a deep sigh.
Patting Jane on the top of her head, fondling her hair and cheeks, he slowly eased his still-rigid cock out of her mouth.
Strands of semen clung to the head of it, and to her puckered lips as well. The strands were pulled thinner and thinner as he moved away.
Finally they snapped, and the semen strands fell back on her lips and chin.
"Bravo," he said at last. "That was excellent Jane! Excellent!"
Jane said nothing but smiled shyly. Adrian lifted her head from Jane's bosom.
Her mouth and chin were wet and shiny with saliva, as were Jane's nipples and soft white bosom flesh. The stiff nipples throbbed.
Adrian embraced Jane, clamping her open mouth on Jane's, and boldly thrusting her tongue into Jane's mouth.
Jane was surprised but not shocked. Nothing in this bizarre mansion could shock her now, not even the fiery passion with which Adrian kissed her.
Adrian rubbed Jane's tongue with her own. At last she broke off the kiss, saying, "I wanted to get a taste of the master's seed before you swallowed it all!"
Adrian rose to her feet. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, and her nurse's cap was pushed to one side. Color shone in her cheeks.
She asked Clark if he would require any service from her. She looked longingly at his semierct cock as she said this.
"Not right at this time," he said. "No, I think that now we can proceed to the next phase of Jane's instruction today."
"With pleasure," Adrian said. She smiled knowingly as she reached behind her back and untied the knotted strings of her rubber apron.
She left the apron where it had fallen on the floor, which was thickly carpeted. Clark sat down on the floor close to Jane.
Adrian's strong fingers eagerly plucked open the buttons of her white uniform, starting at the neck and working her way down.
The rounded swelling tops of her heavy breasts were revealed as the dress was opened, as well as the rubber bra which cupped and supported them.
When the dress was open to her waist, the black rubber garter belt she wore could be seen. But Adrian wore no panties, as was shown when she took off the dress.
The big buxom brunette was bizarrely garbed in rubber. Her oversized, larger than life bosom strained at the seams of the rubber cups of the bra.
The garter belt cut into the flesh of her broad hips. The garters themselves were thick black strips of rubber, straight and sturdy.
Their metal tabs were pinned to the tops of the dull brown rubber stockings which sheathed her long strong legs.
Adrian sighed and stretched, lifting and arching her breasts in her bra, and setting the tops of the heavy masses of white flesh to jiggling.
The fat points of her nipples were out-lined against the bra cups. Motion there showed that the nipples were stiffening with sexual arousal.
Adrian put her hand between her legs. Her thick black pubic bush was a tangled thicket of glossy black fur which reached halfway to her navel.
Her pussy lips were fat and fleshy, very large and thick. They rippled as her fingers stroked them.
Her broad hips swayed from side to side. Her plump inner thighs, rising out of the tops of the rubber stockings, jiggled softly.
She halted when she stood before Jane in the same spot where Clark had stood when he had Jane suck his stiff penis.
"You're such a pretty girl," Adrian murmured, "with such a pretty mouth!"
Jane looked at Clark, who was grinning. He said, "I should have told you, Jane, that you were going to be served a two-course meal!"
He gripped and squeezed his red cock. 'This was the first course of the meal." He then pointed at Adrian's pussy. "And there's the second course!"
Jane knew better than to try and get out of this oral task. Besides, there were worse things to endure than going down on a pussy.
She turned her face toward Adrian, whose crotch was a few inches from Jane's face. When she glanced up she saw Adrian grinning down at her.
The pungent perfume from Adrian's stimulated sex wafted into Jane's nostrils, making her feel lightheaded from the heady, musky aroma.
Adrian spread her feet shoulder width apart planting her white shoes on either side of the high chair. Jane squirmed and fidgeted.
The brunette put her hand on the back of Jane's head and pulled the girl's face against her pussy. Jane nuzzled the soft pussy lips.
The fleshy labia quivered when Jane softly kissed them. Her tongue dipped out from between her parted pouting lips, and began licking the labia.
Adrian murmured with appreciative pleasure. She pushed her pussy harder against Jane's face, rubbing the pussy lips against it, grinding them against the girl's mouth.
The pussy lips split and spread. Adrian's high degree of erotic stimulation was shown by the thick secretions which oozed inside her.
Jane pressed her tongue between the pussy lips and forced it in. Juices, hot and thick, seethed around her probing tongue.
Adrian held Jane's face pressed against her crotch, rocking her hips in response to Jane's tonguing. Jane licked juices from the pink membranes.
Adrian's pussy was as wet and steamy as a swamp. Her juices smeared on Jane's face. She tugged upward, guiding Jane's tongue to her clitoris.
Jane slid her tongue up along the dripping slit until it bumped against the button of flesh which was the buxom brunette's clitoris.
Adrian's clitoris was unusually prominent and well developed, which might have helped to account for her sensual nature and fierce desires.
It was a throbbing marble of flesh which pulsed when Jane ran her tongue over it. Adrian moaned, and her masses of flesh began to ripple and jiggle, as Jane licked the older woman's clitoris in earnest.
Jane's tongue and jaws were sore, but she kept on licking. Her mouth was pressed against the pussy flesh, so she could feel the convulsions inside Adrian's pussy.
Adrian was steamier and wetter than ever. Jane heard her deep moans of lust.
All at once, Adrian started to shiver and shake. She climaxed.
At the instant of her orgasm, the feeling of Jane's tongue on her clitoris was so intense that it was too much for Adrian to endure.
Adrian pulled her hips back, freeing her pussy from Jane's mouth. Gasping, the big woman clutched Jane's smooth shoulders for support as she bent forward and shook with the convulsions of her orgasm.
CHAPTER NINE
Jane writhed in bondage as her bottom was paddled by Adrian.
Even more painful than the paddling was the fact that Jane was forced to watch Clark fucking Sherry right under her nose.
It was night. Jane, Adrian, Clark, and Sherry were in a special room on the second floor, having a sado-masochistic orgy.
One week-seven days and seven nights had passed since Jane first came to the mansion. In that time, she had been trained and transformed.
All her traditional concepts of sexual morality had been upset and overturned. The only morality she knew now was to serve her master, Clark.
What pleased him was good-what displeased him was bad. That was all that Jane knew, and all that she really needed to know.
She had been trained via the carrot and stick method of rewards and punishments.
When she was properly obedient and docilely submissive, she was rewarded with sexual pleasure, which could come in many forms.
Her reward might be a stimulating mouthing of her pussy by Adrian or Sherry or Clark. Or it might be a slow, deep, penetrating fuck from the stiff cock of her husband. Or she might thrill to the pleasures of dildos and vibrators on her flesh.
There was an equal number of punishments. On the rare occasions when she balked at what she considered was a particularly degrading command-and her reluctance to obey was more and more infrequent as her training progressed-she would be punished in any one of a variety of ways.
Jane might suffer the pain of having her breasts punished, and clamps fastened to her sensitive nipples. Or she might receive a degrading punishment enema.
Spankings and strappings were favorite punishments which Clark loved to inflict on her. Her bottom had been painfully beaten many times.
Even worse, he would often have Adrian, or even Sherry, deliver the corporal punishment, while he sat back and supervised.
Adrian could wield a painful strap or paddle, of course-but Sherry could be surprisingly vicious when it came to strapping Jane's tender bottom.
There were many, many other punishments as well-hours of strict bondage, confinement in an isolation cell, and even toilet slavery.
Jane was being paddled now but not for any misdeed of hers. She was being paddled because it amused Clark to watch her being paddled.
The foursome were in the intimate room. It had wood paneled walls and soft lights and a thick, wine-red carpet.
The room had an antique, old-fashioned, turn-of-the-century decor which was in keeping with the magnificent mansion.
Pieces of lavish, over-stuffed, heavily cushioned furniture were arranged around the room, as well as various bondage devices.
Jane was strapped to one of those devices right now. It was a modified gymnastic horse which had been adapted for sexual purposes.
It was a large piece of equipment which occupied the center of the floor. It consisted of a horizontal cylinder supported by vertical metal legs.
The thick cylinder was padded and covered over with black leather.
Jane was stretched and bound face down across the cylinder. Her chained feet were on the floor, her midriff pressed the top of the cylinder, and her head and arms hung down the other side.
Like the other females, Jane had been specially dressed for the occasion. Erotic garments and lingerie were a major motif during these sessions.
Jane's long blonde hair, freshly washed, was pinned up to the top of her head. This had been done to prevent the hair from falling across her eyes and thus keeping her from watching Clark fucking Sherry in front of her.
Jane wore no make-up-nor did she need to, with her startling natural loveliness. A red velvet choker collar was fastened around her neck.
It felt soft but tight.
Her other garments were white. She wore a lacy white garter belt, white stockings, and a pair of white patent leather high heeled shoes.
Her panties were white, too. They were pulled down into a roll of fabric which lay along the tops of her thighs, exposing her bottom.
Her behind blazed bright red, and it was getting redder with each stroke of the paddle which Adrian planted on Jane's quivering buttocks.
Jane's feet were planted shoulder-width apart. Padded leather cuffs attached to short lengths of chain were fixed to both ankles.
A pair of brightly glittering metal cuffs circled her wrists, manacling them together. A chain was fastened from the cuffs to a ring in the base of the metal stand.
Jane was quite helplessly bound. She was not gagged, and so she was free to moan and gasp and wail as the paddle spanked her behind.
Where Jane wore white, Adrian wore red her garments were blazing scarlet.
Adrian's lush body was laced into a support garment similar to a Merry Widow style corset. It had panels of shimmering red satin.
The corset laced up the back. It had leather half-cups (red patent leather) which lifted her large breasts, plumping them up and supporting them while leaving her stiff nipples and wide roseates bare.
The red satin corset was trimmed with black satin ribbons and stitching. It reached down to a line just above her navel.
The garters were bright red. Her knee-high patent leather high heeled boots were red. And the lowcut panties streched across her broad hips were made of red lace.
Her paddle was made of black leather, but it was beating red into Jane's bottom.
Clark sat on a thickly padded armchair cushioned with white velvet. His clothes lay in a heap on the floor where he had let them fall. He was naked.
Sherry, too, was naked. Clark sat in the chair, which stood only a few feet from Jane. Sherry sat on his lap. She was facing Jane.
Clark was hard, and his erection was a glowing red shaft which rose up from his hips. This shaft was planted deep in Sherry's tight pussy.
The petite young miss had sat down on his shaft, taking it up inside her. Like the rest of her slender physique, her pussy was very narrow inside.
That was why it had been carefully and wetly lubricated prior to penetration, so that Clark's thick erection could enter her with a minimum of difficulty.
Saliva still glimmered on Jane's mouth and chin. She had been forced to prepare Sherry for the fucking by mouthing her pussy until it was dripping wet.
It was just one more humiliation for Jane that her saliva had gone to moisten up Sherry's pussy so that her lawful wedded husband could fuck the teen.
Sherry looked illicitly immature, but that was just an illusion created by her small size and slender, girlish figure.
As she rocked up and down on Clark's cock, he gripped and fondled her small pert breasts, plum-sized bumps of flesh with tiny, stiff pink nipples.
Her thin pussy lips were stretched to the maximum to accommodate the thick, throbbing member which thrust in and out of her pussy.
Sherry's slitted pink pussy was covered with a very light very fair covering of soft downy hair which made her look as though she had no bush at all.
Her round, juvenile face was red and contorted with erotic pleasure. She bounced up and down on Clark's erection, rocking back and forth.
He sat there, grinning and gasping while Sherry did all the work. When she rose up, his cock emerged from inside her pussy, red and gleaming with her juices.
Despite her excitement, Sherry was careful to never rise too high up and force his knobbed cock head to dislodge out of her sex.
She shimmied her hips, gyrating them each time she lowered herself back down on his stiff penis, taking it deep inside her.
Tight and narrow as her pussy was, she could not quite fit all of his erection inside her, so there was always an inch or two at the base of his shaft which remained outside her. Sherry rocked and rolled and shook with glee.
Jane watched Clark fucking Sherry through tear-blurred eyes. It was the pain of the paddling which caused the tears, not the fact that her husband made love to his servant girl. Jane knew by now that jealousy was an emotion which she must totally discard where Clark and his female slaves were involved.
There was a loud thwhacking sound of leather slapping soft bottom flesh each time Adrian slammed the paddle against Jane's twitching backside.
Adrian was rather excited herself. She held the paddle in her right hand. Her left hand crept inside her panties and fondled her pussy while she paddled Jane.
Clark's eyes were dark glittering slits in his red face. His mouth hung open in a prolonged moan of pleasure as he orgasmed.
Sherry squealed with girlish pleasure as he pulled her down hard on his cock and held her in place while he came. She was so petite and small that he was able to move and control her like a puppet of flesh.
His buttocks were tightly clenched as he came. Moaning, he thrust deep into her.
Sherry gasped as thick, gushing semen soaked into her heated pussy membranes. His stiff cock throbbed like a beating heart inside her sex.
Clark gasped from the ecstatic convulsions of orgasm. His fingers writhed over Sherry's pussy, roughly and unexpectedly rubbing her tiny clitoris.
This caught the teen by surprise. Her eyes widened and she gasped. Her gasps ended into a screeching wail as his fingers made her climax.
The teen and the adult male shook and shivered with the pleasures of orgasm.
Tears flowed freely down Jane's cheeks. Some of the red blotches the paddling had produced on her buttocks were so dark they were almost purple.
Her buttocks continued to tingle and twitch even after the paddle stopped falling on her. She was aware of Adrian moving in front of her.
Adrian was near her own orgasm. Her red panties were rolled down to the tops of her thighs, and her pussy was nakedly exposed.
Her wet fingers writhed over her labia, which glowed a deep dark rose color from the sensual friction and heat she had stroked into them.
Her fleshy masses, her breasts, bottom, and plump thighs, jiggled as she strutted on her high heeled boots around to the front of Jane.
Adrian turned, presenting her lushly rounded backside to Jane. She tugged her panties even further down, exposing all of her ass.
Looking over her shoulder at Jane, she reached for the younger girl. Adrian had set the paddle aside, and had the sue of the hand which was not rubbing her pussy.
She wrapped her fingers with their red-painted nails around Jane's honey colored hair, and pulled her tear-stained, red face upward.
She pulled Jane's face between her buttocks. The soft masses of smooth warm flesh pressed Jane's face. Jane nuzzled between the buttocks.
Jane knew this routine well by now-one of Adrian's favorite pleasures was to have her bottom tongued while her pussy was simultaneously stimulated.
Jane rubbedd the slippery wet insides of her puckered lips against Adrian's puckered anus, which quivered at the sensual contact.
Adrian leaned forward, thrusting her backside even tighter against Jane's mouth. Jane's pink pointed tongue-rimmed the wrinkled brown rosebud.
Adrian's fingers were a pink blur of motion, so quickly did they rub and stroke her throbbing, oversized clitoris while her ass was tongued.
She leaned forward suddenly, causing her big breasts to flop free from the red patent leather half-cups of the satin corset.
Adrian moaned with excitement when Jane's tongue pressed past her tight anal ring.
The root of Jane's tongue ached. Her open mouth was clamped to the saliva-wet anus, while her tongue thrust inside the hot, creamy rectal passage.
This finally pushed big Adrian over the edge and into orgasm.
She hissed through clenched teeth as the force of her orgasm struck her. Her gasp of exhaled breath sounded like steam leaking out from a radiator.
Adrian flexed her stockinged legs and slowly sank to her knees. She squeezed her eyes shut and shivered, sending her breasts rippling and jiggling.
She closed her thighs and pressed them against her pussy lips, moaning as she did so. She heaved a sigh as afterglow blossomed inside her.
Jane hung limply on the bondage device, grateful for a moment's rest. Her behind ached terribly from the paddling, although the pain was starting to slowly diminish.
By this time, Clark and Sherry had recovered from their mutual orgasms, and had been able to watch Adrian being tongued anally by Jane.
Clark lifted the petite teen. His semen-oiled cock emerged from inside her pussy as she rose off his lap and stood up.
His penis was still rigid as it flopped free from inside Sherry. The teen bent over to kiss and lick its semen-saturated shaft.
Her pussy was a thin pink slit whose lips glistened with his come and her own juices. Now that he no longer penetrated her, it seemed hard to imagine that she had taken his big cock inside her. Clark caressed her as he stood up.
Jane lifted her head when he came to her. Adrian still moaned from her orgasm.
Clark fondled Jane's hair, caressed her tear-stained cheeks. She nuzzled his hand. "Sweet Jane ... surely you didn't think I had forgotten about you?'
Clark grinned. "Now that your bottom has been warmed up so well, it's ready for its first fucking!"
CHAPTER TEN
Jane was a virgin in her ass-but she wouldn't stay that way for long.
One week ago, the announcement that she was going to be anally fucked would have filled her with supreme horror.
But Jane was a different person than she had been one week ago. In that time, her head had been turned totally around and radically altered.
She was afraid, yes-but not terrified with hysterical fear. Her tight and tiny anus had been penetrated too many times since then by thermometers, rubber gloved fingers, probes, enema nozzles, plugs, and the like.
She hung there, stretched across the bondage device, shaking slightly. All around the room, the other three occupants were recovering from their orgasms. .
Clark stood behind her. He fondled her soft pink thighs where they emerged from the tops of her white stockings, stroking them sensually.
He could see the thin, intricately folded lips of her pussy beneath the red moons of her paddled ass. He reached between her legs.
He fondled the labia, making them ripple under his touch. Electric sensations generated by his sliding, gliding fingers shot through Jane.
Her nipples puckered and stiffened, becoming hard pink points.
While Clark fondled Jane, Adrian rose to her feet. The big buxom brunette was somewhat unsteady, due to the shattering climax she had just enjoyed.
Sherry stood off to one side of the room, out of the main flow of the action. Her eyes were bright and glittering in her sweaty face.
Adrian's scarlet satin panties were rolled at the tops of her thighs. She took them off, stepping out of them when they fell to her booted ankles.
She crossed the room to a wooden cabinet standing against the wall. Opening the top drawer, she removed a number of items, including lubricant and a dildo.
As she returned to Clark and Jane, she remarked to Sherry, "Don't make yourself too comfortable, miss. I'm hardly through with you yet.'
Adrian waved the dildo. "This is for you, Sherry-we're going to have a double ass-fucking tonight!" She licked her lips with expected pleasure.
Adrian handed Clark the tube of lubricant. Jane twisted her head, trying to look over her shoulder so she could see what was happening.
She winced when Clark patted her red bottom, sending shooting pains through it.
"Please don't hurt me too much," she whimpered in a small voice.
"Just relax, and it won't be too bad at all," Clark said. He unscrewed the cap from the tube, and squeezed some lubricant on his hands.
The stuff was clear and oily and shimmering, like gel. Adrian, standing next to Clark, put her hands on Jane's buttocks.
She gripped the rounded bottom cheeks and pulled them apart, spreading them, exposing the deep bottom cleft and the wrinkled brown rosebud of flesh.
Jane squirmed and moaned. Her red buttocks were white where Adrian's fingers clutched them. Clark reached between his bride's bottom cheeks.
Jane's anus was a tiny unwinking brown eye of flesh, its opening hardly larger than a dime. Clark smeared some lubricant on her rosebud.
Jane's little anus quivered and contracted, shrinking in on itself as though it sought to escape from the intruder and seal itself up.
During the last week, Jane had been physically prepared for anal penetration. Butt plugs of increasingly larger size and width had been inserted in her for ever-longer periods of time.
Clark smeared her anus with grease, massaging it into the wrinkled folds. He pressed his finger against the rear opening and pushed it in.
Jane grunted as his finger penetrated her. He slipped it in slowly and deeply, stuffing oily lubricant into her rectum, greasing it up.
He wriggled his finger around inside her, stretching her. She was very tight, and her rectum pinched his finger, clutching it.
The wrinkled, gleaming anal ring closed up, sealing itself when he removed his finger. Clark started to apply the grease to his cock.
"Let me do that, master," Adrian volunteered. She smeared lubricant on her hands, then wrapped those hands around his rigid red rod of flesh.
Clark shivered as she stroked the oil into his cock flesh, making it glisten and shine with a solid coating of grease.
A single drop of semen oozed from the tip of his cock head when she gave his shaft a final squeeze before releasing it.
Clark was ready. Adrian beckoned Sherry to her: "Crawl over here, you."
Sherry crawled on her hands and knees, her small plum-sized breasts jiggling. She did not particularly care to have her ass fucked with a dildo, not when Clark was present with a real penis. But, trained slave girl that she was, Sherry did not dare to protest, and even tried to keep her face neutrally expressionless.
She wasn't fooling Adrian for a second. Adrian knew the slave girl was less than enthusiastic. Well, that was just too bad.
While Sherry crawled to her, Adrian strapped on the dildo.
It was a medium-sized instrument, rather modest in size compared to some of the numerous dildos kept around the premises.
But Sherry was a very small and petite girl, particularly in her openings.
The dildo was flesh colored, and looked doubly obscene dangling by thin straps from Adrian's broad, fleshy, womanly hips.
She ordered Sherry into position. The teen draped herself face down across the back of a velvet covered sofa, with her feet on the floor.
Adrian greased Sherry's tiny rosebud, just as Clark had done with his bride.
Clark looked over impatiently at Adrian. He was eager to begin, but his sense of timing caused him to want both young females penetrated simultaneously.
Adrian nodded to him when she finished covering the dildo with grease.
Clark turned his attention to Jane. She gasped when he gripped her buttocks and spread them apart, once more exposing her nakedly vulnerable anus.
He reminded her sharply to relax, warning her that the pain would be increased if she kept herself all tensed up the way she was doing.
Jane did her best to obey. Clark inched forward, guiding the red thick dart of his blunt-headed cock between her red buttocks.
Jane moaned when the cock head nuzzled her anus. Clark pressed the tip of it against the wrinkled, greased folds of flesh.
He leaned into her, pressing his cock against her. His fleshy cock head was a wedge of red flesh which slowly pried open the anus.
Slowly but surely, the wrinkled folds were straightened out as her anal ring was stretched wide by his inexorable penis.
Cold sweat broke out on Jane's forehead her eyes were wide and staring.
Clark grunted. It was an effort for him to stuff his swollen cock head inside her bottom, real work-the kind of work that he loved to do.
He was as gentle as he could possibly be, under the circumstances, but taking a virgin ass is a process which demands a certain amount of force.
Jane's ass was another passage of pleasure, but first he would have to force open the door, in order to savor the delights within.
Jane cried out when his cock head pushed past her anal ring. Her body tightened, rattling the chains which held her in bondage.
Clark held on to her hips, holding her in place. He had labored to split and crack her, and he didn't intend to lose the foothold he had gained.
Her rectum squeezed his cock head like a vise, with a grip that was pure delight for him. He leaned forward, easing his cock inside her.
Jane tried to ease up. A single fat tear rolled down her cheek.
Adrian was less gentle, but then Sherry had been ass-fucked many times before. Sherry squirmed and grunted as the dildo pushed deep into her ass.
Clark worked his cock into Jane, corkscrewing it. His red shaft was pressed by her red-paddled buttocks, which were still warm from the paddling.
Jane felt like she was being split down the middle as the stiff red shaft slowly entered her. Clark pushed deep into her.
A little wailing squeal from Jane told him when he had reached the limit he could push his cock into her. It was deeply inserted.
He kept his cock in her without moving it for some time, so she could get used to the feeling.
Jane was incredibly hot, tight, and creamy inside her ass. Her anal pit of passion was so hot that he felt like it might melt his cock.
He touched her, caressing her trembling stockinged thighs, rubbing her hips, stroking her back. He reached under her hips.
He put his hand on her pussy. The fringed hair of her bush tickled his fingers. He sought her clitoris and started rubbing it, massaging it.
Jane moaned. Her moans increased in volume now as Clark pulled back his hips.
His stiff cock glided over her velvety membranes as he withdrew it. He pulled out until only his cock head was still inside her.
Jane trembled and shivered while she was impaled on the very end of his cock. Then he leaned back into her, sinking his shaft inside her.
He fucked her ass slow and deep. All the time he was thrusting, he continued to massage her throbbing clitoris, rotating his fingertips on it.
Jane was filled with strange sensations. Now that the initial sharp, flashing pain of penetration had faded somewhat, and she had gotten a bit more used to having that rod of flesh filling her narrow rear passage, the feeling of being ass-fucked was rather stimulating particularly since it was combined with the clitoral massage.
Adrian was more uninhibited. Her heavy breasts in their red leather half-cups jiggled and jounced as she rocked back and forth.
Sherry's red moaning face expressed a combination of pain and pleasure. Jane's facial expression was much the same.
Jane knew that having her pussy fucked was pure pleasure. Being fucked in the ass was different, more intense, a mingling of pleasure and pain.
The heat from her paddled buttocks met and mingled with the erotic heat which rose from her pussy as Clark massaged her pussy.
Jane thought about her new life. Hers was no ordinary existence. She had joined a world whose central concern was the pursuit of sexual pleasure in all varieties.
Since Clark had exotic tastes-to say the least!-there was often as much pain as there was pleasure for Jane.
She wondered what her future would be like. She knew from overhearing fragments of conversation and hints from Clark and Adrian that there were other couples he knew who shared his tastes. He had implied to Jane that she might well be required to demonstrate her submissive love for him by becoming the slave of other men.
Whatever he might demand of her, she knew that she would obey. She would obey!
Then the heat in her massaged clitoris reached the flaslipoint. Jane orgasmed.
Clark had watched her carefully, observing her reactions, holding back his own orgasm until she reached hers.
Now that she writhed in fierce ecstasy, he held back no longer. His cock was buried deep inside the tight pit of her rectum.
He let himself go. Jane moaned and shivered as his cock spit semen deep into her vitals. The spurting cock throbbed and twitched against her membranes.
The semen gushed into her. So-now it was complete. Clark had fucked her pussy, her mouth, and now her ass. She was totally his.
EPILOGUE
Mistress Jane stood over the trembling girl, let the whip rest in her she contemplated her next move, and hoped she would please her husband and master.
"On your knees, worthless slave," she intoned in a voice bleached of all emotion.
She stood solemn and steady as a statue, deadly as a cobra poised to strike. This was her first task as trainer. She intended it to be a success.
She stepped close to the girl. "Lick my cunt. Lick it properly, and you may be spared the lash."
As the newest addition to the servant staff shot her tongue between Jane's pussy lips, Clark murmured his approval. "We shall discuss this in the nursery later," he told his wife and left her alone with her slave.
Adrian would be there, as well as Sherry. And the whip. The glorious whip.