"Any silly little twat can be tied up and take a dildo shoved by her Master into her snatch or her ass. I'm asking ... No, demanding more of you, my little virgin slave. You're going to prove your submission to me. You're going to shove this vicious dildo into your own body-following my commands very carefully."
His steely grey eyes hypnotized Georgia and she nodded her head. The only thing she understood was that she wanted to please this man, that she needed to please this man, that she was incapable of denying him anything.
The dildo felt cold to her fingers. She glanced up at him quickly and then bowed her head. She didn't want to get in trouble for daring to look up at her Master.
As she got into the position to take the dildo into her body, she shut her eyes and shut out all thoughts of everything else, of her friend who was abused by a whole gang in a deserted building, of her brother who had bound and beaten his lady boss.
None of that mattered. Georgia knew that she had found her own satisfaction in sexual submission to her handsome stud Master.
CHAPTER ONE
' Caroline walked ahead of him through the grand house. She knew where the lights were. First she flicked a switch that illuminated the hallway that led from the kitchen toward the main part of the house. Then the two of them went through a swinging door and were in darkness again.
When he was able to see Caroline again she was standing next to the wall, her hand still at the light switch there. It was a dimmer and, once she had turned the light on, she turned it low.
There were pictures on either side of this fine hallway. There was a long, narrow rug from the Middle East that was under his feet. "I didn't realize that your...."
Before he finished speaking, the beautiful girl said, "Follow me."
She disappeared into" another room that was toward the left. Daniel followed her into that room. She was leaning across a fabulous sofa that was light grey and very plush and she was turning on a lamp that was next to the sofa. Again she was able to dim the light a little bit.
The girl was smiling at him. "Make yourself comfortable. There's a bar. Would you...."
He sat on the sofa and said, "Just sit down. Don't worry about the bar."
She was still standing. Pointing toward a bookcase, she said, "I wanted to show you how it opened up, how it came out of the wall and revealed the...."
"Just sit down, Caroline. You don't have to show me anything."
He knew that the girl was nervous. He reached up and touched her on the arm. She was shaking but her fear seemed to lessen due to his touch. She sat next to him on the sofa.
"Your home is very beautiful," he said, looking into her eyes and not really thinking about the rugs or the paintings as he concentrated on the deep black pupils, the cat-like eyes.
"I don't get much chance to show the inside of the house to many...."
"Shhh." That was all that Daniel needed to say. He was still looking into her eyes.
His eyes were very pale blue. They almost seemed to lose all color, almost seemed to turn the grey color of a clear lake under a hot, scorching sun. And yet there was nothing unfriendly about his pale eyes. There was nothing cold about them. They were filled with love.
As he continued to look into her eyes he reached up and brushed his fingers lightly through her long, thick black hair. He ran his fingers through her beautifully shimmering hair.
Her features were just perfect as far as he was concerned. Her complexion was olive, nicely tanned from a recent trip to the Bahamas, but naturally deep anyway. Her eyes and her hair competed-which was the blackest? Which was the closest to an ebony gem?
Caroline needed no make up and she wore none. Her face was the perfect oval of a cameo, the perfectly sculpted form of a Grecian Goddess who looked over the Aegean.
Her lips were slightly moistened, slightly parted. A word seemed to hang on her lips, a desire to speak seemed to overcome her lips. His lips moved closer and closer to hers all the time.
As she looked up into his face she was impressed with his handsome, masculine features.
Daniel had a lighter complexion than she. His jaw was squarish. His nose was small and almost turned up at the end. His hair was shaggy and it was dirty blond.
Everything about him was manly, and yet he wasn't fully a man. There was still promise of more to come. There was still more time when he would have to grow.
Caroline was nineteen and Daniel was twenty-two. There was time for them.
But, the two of them didn't know that. As far as the two of them were concerned tonight was the night.
He touched her hand and then he took both of her hands into one of his. "You're frightened?"
She nodded her head. "But, I want to," she said, quickly, so that he wouldn't misunderstand her fear.
Bringing her fingers up to his lips, he kissed them tenderly.
"Where? Here?" he asked the luscious girl whose heartbeat was so close to his own.
The girl looked around and then nodded her head. She leaned back as he leaned forward. "You know that it's the first time. You know that I'm still a virgin."
"Of course I know that." Daniel had been dating the girl for a period of three months. The two of them had met through a class at that local college that they were both taking. He had been disappointed in the lack of sex, but he had been patient with the girl.
And tonight that patience was going to pay off. She had made a promise to him. She would give herself to him on this very night. She wasn't expecting anyone to be back in the house until very late that night. The two of them were supposed to be in class. It would be a good time.
So, as she leaned back on the plush grey couch, he leaned forward so that he was on top of her.
She could feel the weight of his body against hers. She could feel the power of his body. He only went to college part of the time. He worked hard in all sorts of jobs to earn his way and to take care of his kid sister who had been left in his charge. Daniel worked as a manual laborer much of the time, delivering furniture, trucking and carting merchandise for short hauls. And so, he had a very impressive body with an impressive set of muscles.
His shoulders were broad and well-defined. His arms were thick and powerful.
The girl's delicate, long fingers ran over his arms and shoulders and she felt the strength that was there. She felt the sinewy power that was there.
His hands, as he brushed them along the sides of her face, were rough to the touch. She could feel the power and she was aware of all of the work that he was used to doing.
And she was also aware of the large body that was on top of her delicate body. She was aware of the man's erection that was pressing through all the layers of fabric, pressing down against her body, against her flesh. She arched her hips up against his body.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him closer to her, pressing him to her.
He was grinding his hips down, pressing down so that his hard-on was pushing against her body. And then he kissed her. His lips met hers. There was a hot pressure between the two sets of lips.
For a moment, it seemed to them both, their lips were made of clay and the clay was melting. The girl had an image of that. She remembered when she had been little and had often played with clay, shaping it in her warm hands, feeling the way it would squish between her fingers.
That was what his lips felt like to her. That was what her own lips felt like to her.
Her fingers were in his shaggy blond hair. Her other fingers were moving over his wonderfully defined shoulders, feeling the way the muscles pressed against the fabric of the shirt.
And he was grinding his hips, moving his hips around and around against her, so that his dick would be massaged against her body. He flexed the muscle of his upper arm as she squeezed it.
Then he started to peel her sweater up her body. He could feel the warmth of the smooth flesh that was soft and yet pulled taut over her narrow belly. He peeled the sweater further up and revealed the bra she was wearing. She had put that bra on purposely knowing that this was the day she had promised herself to the handsome young stud.
The two of them had kissed and had felt each other's bodies in his car. But he had never had a good view of any part of her body. She knew that this would be the day when her clothing would really matter. This would be the day he would see her undergarments.
As he slid the sweater from her arms, he revealed the lacy, skimpy bra she was wearing. It was pale pink, a pink that was much, much lighter than the color of her flesh. It was the sort of color you might associate with coral along the beach.
And the fabric of the bra was very soft, very light, hardly even there. He ran his fingers over the fabric and was able to feel her tits right through the thin cloth.
Then he reached around and opened her bra. He slid it from her arms and her breasts leaped to freedom. The pink nipples were already standing up, fully erect, from the delicate massaging he had given them through the bra.
Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around one of her nipples and then around her other tit. He sucked lightly on each of the tits and then he worked his tongue around and around the delicate flesh of each of the tits. He enticed each of them with the back and forth motion of his tongue.
She was writhing on the couch as she felt the heat rushing through her body.
As his tongue continued to pay the most attention to her tits, his hands moved lower down on her body. He was opening her skirt and she was arching up her hips so that he could peel it off.
She kicked off her own sandals and then she was only dressed in her panties.
The panties weren't exactly bikinis. The girl would have been embarrassed to have worn anything that skimpy. But they were pink lace and they matched her bra perfectly.
There was even a little satin pink ribbon at the top and little lace patterns that formed flowers. The panties were very girlish, very appropriate for the youthful blush of the luscious girl on the cquch.
He brushed his palm over the panties and he could feel the wetness that was oozing between her legs.
His fingers urged their way between her fleshy, sensually formed thighs. She rubbed her thighs up and down and up and down against his fingers and she sighed softly as she did.
Then, with his other hand, he started to peel her panties down from her waist.
He worked the clinging elastic waistband over her fully rounded ass and her sexy hips. As he did that he revealed the wispy pussy patch of black hair that fringed her cunt lips.
And then she was naked. He paused and lifted his own powerful body up a little bit so that he could actually look at the beauty of her nudity. She was perfection.
Everything about her quivering body was absolutely ideal. Her hips were perfectly formed and her breasts were not too large but perfectly rounded, shaped like two halves of a canteloupe.
Her nipples seemed to point upward even in her horizontal position.
He was standing over her then, smiling down at her. She looked directly at the bulge in the front of his pants. She could see the outline of his dick against the white corduroy. She had felt the penis through the fabric of his pants during their necking sessions in his car. But, this was the first time she was looking at it so closely.
She reached up and touched it. She stroked the length of it through the pants and she felt it quivering in response.
"God damn! You have me so hot, Caroline, I can hardly stand it." His voice was a throaty whisper. She knew that he was speaking the truth. She could feel the intensity in his body.
He pulled open all the buttons of his shirt and tossed it to the floor. All of her clothes were all over the place, on the floor and caught in the cushions of the couch.
He didn't care where his clothes went either. He stepped out of the low sneakers he was wearing, without unlacing them, and then he pulled open his pants. He tugged down his pants and undershorts at the same time. The girl's eyes were right on his dick.
This was it. This was what it looked like. This was a penis.
It was standing up hard and long. The veins were pressing against the tautly pulled flesh.
"Kiss it," he murmured in a soft voice. "Go on and kiss it, Caroline."
She swallowed hard, knowing that she would do as he requested. She lifted her head up and brought her lips close to the cock. Then she planted one kiss on the side of the head of the cock.
The girl looked up toward his face, hoping to win his approval.
"Get it wet. Use your tongue to get it wet all over the head, Caroline."
This request was a little bit more intense. She thrust out her tongue and let it flick against the flared head of the cock. She worked her tongue along the piss slit and she was able to taste the juice that was drooling out of the penis.
Although she was doing so little, so very little for him, Daniel was hot. He had been sucked off by girls in the past who had been capable of taking the full length of his dick all the way down their throats and then to work their throat muscles around the head of it, deep throating him and massaging the glans with their throat muscles while they tickled his balls with their tongue.
Caroline was capable of doing so little with his dick in her mouth. She barely managed to get more than the head in her throat before she started to choke and the whole thing was pushed out of her mouth. But, it was the fact that she was a virgin, the fact that he was the first man to ever have this pleasure from her, that turned him on most of all.
He brushed his wet prick over her lips .and urged her to take it again.
Her lips parted and she permitted the thick mast of manhood to enter her throat once more. He pushed forward and his cock head was brushing along her tongue, pressing her tongue down in her mouth even as the flared glans of the penis was brushing along the roof of her mouth.
Daniel didn't try to push much of his dick into her mouth. He was satisfied with the little bit that she had taken. He was satisfied to massage his prick back and forth and back and forth against her tongue, letting the wetness of his pre-cum moisten her tongue.
Then he slid his cock back out of her mouth and he bent over the couch very quickly, so quickly that the girl had no notion of what he was going to do. She was taken by surprise.
And then his lips were right up against her pussy lips. She felt the sucking pressure of his mouth.
His tongue flicked out and he brushed it along one side of her cunt lips. He licked up the moisture that was oozing out of her body. He slid his tongue down the other side of her cunt and he tasted the moisture that was over there. And then he pushed his tongue between the pussy lips and he was soon pressing it right up against the inner labia.
The pressure of his mouth muscle against her interior pussy lips was sending waves of passionate response through the girl's body. She was rubbing the insides of her thighs on either side of his face and she could feel the bit of razor stubble that was there.
He, meanwhile, had gotten his tongue lodged between her clinging inner labia. He was working his tongue up and down and tickling her clitoris with the tip of it.
Tickling her clit back and forth he could feel the way it was throbbing and increasing in size.
She was astonished by the sensations that she felt. Caroline had never had anything in her pussy except for one of her own fingers. She had never felt anything against her clitoris except for one of her own fingernails. It was amazing to her to have a tongue against her clit.
The wet friction was incredible and it was causing the flesh inside her cunt to grow thick with boiling juices that threatened to overflow. She could feel the walls of flesh thickening as if they were sponges that were going to burst because they couldn't hold the liquid.
And then he pulled his tongue free from her cunt. She clasped her legs together. Suddenly there was a sensation in her that made her feel she was going to overflow, that the liquid in her body really was going to seep over and drool out of the pussy lips.
She clasped her legs together thinking of the light grey fabric of the sofa. She didn't want to stain the sofa. There was a tension in her body, but it was a sexual thing for her.
He was on top of her. He pressed his weight down on her body once again.
The two of them were moving closer, ever closer to the moment they were both waiting for. He was going to take her virginity. He urged her legs apart. He pressed his fingers between her thighs, feeling the heat there, and he spread her legs, urging her to separate them. Then he pressed his hard dick against the delicate flesh of her supple pussy lips. He pushed the head of his cock against those lips.
When he finally got his dick pointed right in the right direction, directly at the center of the curtain of the cunt lips, he managed to get between them. He could feel the warm and moist flesh wrapping itself around the flared head of his cock.
He pushed forward and he could feel the clinging inner labia pressing together and keeping his dick from making any forward progress. He pushed, not wishing to be too rough with the girl, and then he managed to get in between the delicate lips of her cunt.
Just as he slid between the inner labia she could feel the flared cock head making contact with her excited clitoris. It was excited even further by that contact.
And, at the same time, at the same moment that her whole body was quivering, she could feel the blunt cock head pressing against the thin membrane of flesh that guarded her virginity.
He was pressing forward and his eyes met hers. He looked into her eyes and there was an electrical moment that the two of them shared together. They both knew what was about to happen.
Then it was the moment.
There was a burning, stinging sensation. She was no longer a virgin.
She could feel, the flared head of the cock pushing into her body, ripping into her. After the ripping, the tearing of her hymen, she could feel the pressure against the sides of her cunt. The flared head of the cock was pushing into her body, pushing all the way into her, all at once.
There was an intense pressure against the depths of her cunt. The depths of her body had never before felt the invasion of a cock, they had never before felt the invasion of anything. This was the first time for her. This was the first time she had ever felt anything like this. Pain! She was aware of pain! And she wanted to ask him to stop right there.
But, just as her lips parted, his lips met them. He pressed his lips tenderly, gently against her lips. His lips moved from one side to the other in a gentle, rocking motion.
The pain disappeared. She was no longer aware of the sudden stinging that had come with the loss of her virginity. She was still aware of the heat, but now the heat had turned into warmth. Now her body was filled with an emanating warmth.
There were waves of delightful warmth like the steam that comes up from a radiator.
And she was settling into that warmth. She was pressing her body up against his body. She was melting as if the penis were a heating unit, a branding iron that was thrust into an ice sculpture.
And, just as if her virginal body were that ice sculpture, she started to melt from the inside out. The heat was emanating through her and she found herself wrapping her limbs around his powerful form.
He felt so warm against her flesh. She wanted to be closer to him.
Her legs wrapped around his ass and her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, holding onto his powerfully muscled arms.
He lifted his hips up a little bit so that his dick slid back out of her cunt just a bit. Then he pressed forward so that the broad head of his cock smashed against the depths of her pussy. Then he pulled back a little bit and then he pushed forward again.
Back and then forward. It happened again and then again.
The flared head of his dick pulled against the moist flesh in the depths of her cunt. Then the broad head of his dick smashed forward and pushed into her body.
There was more and more lubrication that seemed to be streaming out of the depths of her cunt. It was filling up her pussy and his dick was soon sliding back and forth easily on the warm moisture that was coating the walls of the cunt. He was able to really work his dick in and out then.
His chest was pressing down against her breasts so that her beautifully formed tits were being massaged by the hair on his chest. He worked his chest from side to side, tickling her nipples. Pressing down on the hard nobs with his strong chest.
And his hips were moving up and down. It was as though his hips were a piston engine driving that steaming hot iron rod in and out of the depths of her cunt, slamming forward and then rubbing backward. It was when he pulled back that she felt the greatest thrill.
There was a tingling sensation because of the way the flared head of the dick pulled all the way back and pressed against the clit, almost as if it had gotten caught on the love button.
When he smashed forward it practically took the girl's breath away. This was all so very new to her.
She was alternating between gasping as he pulled back and then grunting as he pushed forward. He was running his fingers over her body as he continued to work in and out of her cunt. He wanted to be very aware of the girl. He wanted to enjoy every bit of her.
He was fucking this virgin. He was enjoying this luscious and inexperienced girl.
Everything was so pleasant for the two of them. It might have stayed that way also.
But, it was not going to stay pleasant. There were other sides of sex that were much more unpleasant, other sides of sex which were about to intrude on them, most brutally.
He started to fuck in and out of her cunt faster than ever. He was really working his dick in and out of her pussy, really smashing forward and pulling back and creating a great deal of moist friction that was sending waves of passion through her body.
Their heartbeats were in unison. They were joined together.
And then he smashed forward. He could feel the cunt walls pulling taut. The girl cried out a little bit.
She didn't know what it was. She had cum in the past, but it had always been rather subdued. She had only cum when she was fingering herself. She had never known any other sexual pleasure anymore intense than that. And now she was cumming! She was really cumming in a way that she had never dreamed was possible! This was a real orgasm!
Up to that time Caroline had never known that sex was so worthwhile. She figured that she had already fingered herself up to the level of passion that was possible. But, now she discovered, quite by accident, that there was something else, something beyond that.
Her heartbeat seemed to stop. She could feel a heat across the middle of her body at the same time that she could feel a chill up her spine. Everything seemed to go rigid.
It wasn't only the walls of her cunt that pulled taut, tensing up. Her arms and legs were rigid also. And even her internal organs seemed to tense up at the same instant.
Her neck arched up. She thrust her head back. She was holding her breath.
It was happening. It was what the French called the little death-and for good reason too. This was all so new and so alien to the girl that, as far as she was concerned, she might have been on her way to death. But, there was so much pleasure involved, that she didn't care.
She couldn't care about anything but the pleasure. She bit into the stud's shoulder.
He felt what was happening in her body. He had been on the verge of cumming for some time and he had been holding back. He hadn't wanted to let the pleasure end, so he had been trying to tone down the degree of pleasure that he was feeling.
But now he could not hold back any longer. He felt his dick sucked into the pussy as if there were a great suction force that was clutching onto his cock, taking it captive.
It was a moment of total abandon for him, just as it was for her.
His balls pulled up into his body. His prostate burst forth and sent a flood of juice up the length of his cock. The base of his prick pulsated and spread her throbbing cunt open even wider than it already had been. He was forcing her cunt open just as her pussy wanted to pull shut.
And so, because he was pulsating and throbbing at the same time that she was undulating and writhing, the two of them kept on cumming and cumming. The movements of her pussy flesh against his stiff dick were sucking even more juice out of his cock. And then when he would pulsate again and more of his spunk would splash against the depths of her cunt, she would feel another spasm in her cunt.
They were both moaning and grunting with wild abandon. Neither of them was aware of anything else.
That meant that neither of them was even aware of the woman who had entered the house, the woman who had followed the trail of dimly illuminated lighting fixtures, the woman who was standing, right then, in the doorway of the ornate living room, her eyes wide.
"What the fuck is going on here?" the elegantly dressed woman snarled.
Caroline gasped. Since she was looking up she saw the woman first. "M-m-mo...."
That was as far as Caroline got. The woman was the girl's stepmother. She rushed over to the marble fireplace that was right next to the sofa and she grabbed the fireplace tongs. It was a long, scissor-like thing of black metal with silver handles.
Raising it up before either of the young people had a chance to move from their vulnerable position on the couch, she whacked the terrible thing down across the young stud's naked ass cheeks.
"Yow!" he cried out. His body was pushed downward and his dick, still completely stiff, was pushed further into the young girl's cunt. Caroline felt the cock slamming forward into her body.
She inhaled sharply through her clenched teeth. He started to pull back out of her.
But, he looked over his shoulder. He was aware, very much aware of the beautiful woman who towered over him. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, you little punk?"
"I...." he stammered, not knowing how to reply. "We'll get...."
"You stay right where you are or else you'll get your ass ripped up by these tongs again."
Already there was a bruise across both eheeks of his ass. She had ripped the flesh at one spot because of the intensity with which she had slammed the thing against his body.
"D-don't you w-want us to get up ... t-to g-get dressed?" he asked the woman.
"Shut up. I'll tell you what I want. I'll tell you both what I want you to do." She was still holding the fireplace tongs up in the air. Daniel knew that if he did anything to displease her he would certainly feel the metal smashing across his body again. She could break one of his legs with that thing if she wanted to.
Considering the completely maniacal look on the woman's beautiful face, the boy would not have put anything past her. He looked back into Caroline's moist, lovely eyes.
Caroline looked up at her stepmother. "Mother, let us get up now and...."
"You stay right where you are unless you want to make matters worse than they already are."
Tears welled up in Caroline's eyes as she asked, "What do you want?"
The woman was still standing over them. She licked her lips and said, "I want the two of you to put on a sex show for me ... that's what I want, you little cunt. You're going to put on a show to entertain me. Now, go at it, stud. Fuck her so she'll never forget it."
"Ma'am, we were ... uh, finished just before you.,. . uh, came in...."
"I heard you. I'm not dumb. But," she chuckled, "you look young enough and virile enough. Or, shall I word it another way ... either you'll keep on fucking my stepdaughter here or else I'm going to rip your ass up with this pair of metal tongs. Is that clear enough?"
Daniel looked into Caroline's eyes. Neither of the young people was prepared for this. It had been a beautiful experience for both of them, but now they had both forgotten all of the beauty. Now all the passion was replaced with fear and horror.
And yet his dick was still hard and her cunt was still juicing up.
CHAPTER TWO
Caroline was shivering with hot humiliation. Daniel could feel the searing pain of the bloody scar that had been left across the cheeks of his ass by the woman standing over them.
Eloise Falcone was a statuesque and beautiful woman. She had been married to Caroline's father ten years before that, just as her career as a model was at its end. Now, Eloise was thirty-six and she was a mature beauty. Her dark hair was curly and clipped short. Her skin was still in perfect condition, clear and smooth and creamy. Her features were just as ideal as they had been a dozen years earlier when her face had appeared on every fashion magazine and beauty magazine.
Eloise had her own business. It was a line of cosmetics and actually it was her husband's wealth that had permitted her to enter that line.
She looked very much like what she was. She looked like an extremely successful businesswoman who had once been a renown beauty. Her suit was pale beige, the skirt coming down below her knees and making her seem even taller than she was. She was wearing black boots with high heels. She seemed elegant and graceful even on these. And she also seemed threatening.
When her lips curled into an unpleasant grin, she said, "Your father thinks you're so pure."
Caroline's eyes widened. "I was a virgin until ... this time. Honest."
The girl had often told her father that she was sure her stepmother didn't like her. The man had responded in many different ways. He had laughed at the girl's words. He had gotten angry at the girl for making that accusation. But he never took her seriously.
"And now you're lying there like the shameful slut that you really are!"
"Mrs. Falcome, you have no right to talk that way to...." As the naked stud shouted out those words, the woman hovering over him brought the fireplace tongs down toward the cheeks of his ass very quickly. She stopped the downward thrust when the tongs were just two inches away from the cheeks of his ass. But, he tensed up his body because of that motion.
He had even been able to feel the wind that was created by the quick movement of the metal thing.
When the cheeks of his naked ass tensed together, dimpling because of the fear that he felt, the fear of an attack by the beautiful woman who had already hurt him so terribly, she laughed. He blushed. He felt like a fool. He hid his face against Caroline's long black hair.
"I told you that I wanted to see you fucking her pussy, Romeo. Now do it."
He pushed forward and then pulled back. He kept his face hidden against Caroline's hair, feeling humiliated because of what he was being forced to do, what he was being forced to display in front of the abusive woman. Caroline kissed him softly on the neck.
Neither of the young people looked up at Eloise and that was the way she preferred it.
The tall woman who was hovering over the two of them slid her narrow leather belt out of the loops of her skirt and then doubled it over in her hand. She put the tongs aside. That was a weapon with which she had threatened them, but that could do real damage.
She knew enough to know what she wanted to do. She didn't want to leave any permananet marks, but she wanted to leave her marks on the luscious young girl who was lying naked under the stud.
For the ten years that Eloise had been married to Caroline's father, she had felt that she was in competition for the man's affections. Caroline was his only child. Eloise wanted the girl sent away to a private school somewhere, but the man wouldn't hear of it.
Even when Caroline had finished high school the man would not permit her to leave home for college.
He was an old-fashioned type about many things and he believed that a young girl should stay home with her family until she was married. He also believed that his daughter should remain a virgin, should remain pure and proper and prim. It was not only a belief of his, it was a demand.
Since Caroline was always quiet and polite she had always remained in the best light in her father's eyes. But, now her stepmother had the girl where she wanted her and she was delighting in the moment.
With the thin leather belt doubled in her hand, Eloise slapped it hard across both of Daniel's ass cheeks at once. He cried out in pain as he felt the hot lash of the leather.
When he looked up at Eloise, his mouth open as if he wanted to ask a question, she didn't give him a chance. "I told you to fuck her, ass hole. I don't call that fucking. Now go at it."
It was a command from a woman who enjoyed giving such commands to others.
A moment later, when Daniel was still looking over his shoulder at the beautiful woman, his mouth hanging open just slightly, still astounded by this strange situation, she lashed the leather belt across his ass cheeks once again. "Yow!" he screamed out.
She had purposely sliced the leather across the cheeks of his ass right where the flesh was already broken from the contact with the metal tongs she had used earlier.
The woman slapped him across the ass once again and snapped, "Fuck her fast."
He pulled his hips up, conscious of the pain that he felt when the flesh was pulled taut across the muscles of his ass cheeks. Because of the pain on the cheeks of his ass, because of the pain on the flesh, he could hardly stand that new pressure.
Then he pushed forward into the girl and she grunted beneath him.
Daniel had been so aware of his own pain that he had stopped thinking about Caroline at all, in spite of the fact that his dick was still warmly wrapped in the hot flesh of her cunt.
He pulled back and pushed forward again, glancing over his shoulder at the woman who was hovering over them both, tapping the doubled part of the leather belt against her open palm.
"Faster!" she snarled, raising the leather belt up in a threatening way.
He started to fuck her faster than ever. He was working his dick in and out of the hot confines of the cunt. His cock was very stiff and the flared head of it was massaging the flesh that was already lubricated from the first orgasm they had shared.
But, he was moving in and out so quickly, faster than his muscles could stand it, that he found himself rubbing her cunt a little raw. In spite of all the lubrication that had been there he was now rubbing against the dry walls of the pussy slit.
He pulled and pushed at a steady tempo, slamming the fist-like head of his cock against the depths of her cunt and then tugging back. He was going as fast as he could.
But he felt the slap of the leather belt just as his ass pulled upward, just as he was pulling the flared head of his dick against the girl's clit. He slammed forward and gasped.
"I want you to really fuck her. Is this what you young people call fucking?"
Caroline started to weep. She felt as if the walls of her cunt were on fire because of the way the dick was pulling in and out of her so quickly. Her entire body was quivering.
There was another whacking sound, another slapping of the belt across the stud's ass cheeks.
"Harder! Faster!"
He followed the command. He fucked the girl so hard and so fast that he was sure his dick was going to catch fire from the intense friction. He could feel the lubrication, but almost as soon as he felt the lubrication it was gone, rubbed away into the flesh.
"Araaargghhaar!" His shout wound down into a desperate gulp.
But there were three more slashes of the belt against his ass cheeks even when the cheeks were pressed together as tightly as they could go, even when the dick was shoved as far into the cunt as it could go. The slaps of the leather belt caused his ass to press together even more tightly.
His dick was pumping even harder into the cunt. But, after the first spurt there was no more juice left to shoot out of his body. His balls were pulled taut and were aching from the pressure. His dick was still pulsating time after time. But his cock was dry.
Her cunt was just as dry. It was actually painful for her.
They both looked up at the beautiful woman who was still hovering over them.
"Roll over!" Eloise commanded, lifting up the fireplace tongs in her free hand. "I want my little angel girl to be on top now. But, keep that dick in her cunt or else both of you will get these tongs shoved up both of your asses. You got that?"
"M-mother, why are you being so cruel to me? Why are you...?"
"Shut up and do as I say. Do it quickly. Now. Now. Go on."
The plush couch had been a comfortable place for the girl to be lying during her ordeal. Now she felt her humiliation increasing as she rolled over so that Daniel would be on the bottom.
Caroline was actually embarrassed about her nudity. She was embarrassed about the amount of her body that was going to be revealed now. She looked nervously over her shoulder at the woman whose wide eyes were drinking in everything about her naked form.
And then they managed to maneuver into the position that Eloise had demanded of them.
In spite of the comfort of the plush couch, the fabric that rubbed against Daniel's ass cheeks was causing him terrible pain. His ass had been bruised by the whipping that Eloise had inflicted on him. Now, even the soft fabric against those cheeks caused him pain.
Somehow he had managed to keep his dick locked inside the tight folds of the delicate pussy slit. He could hardly believe that when he had first entered this cunt there had been a cherry to be popped. This girl had been a virgin such a short time before, but already he had left two loads of hot cream inside of her and he was forced to remain inside of her body.
Now it was the slight and sensually formed body of the naked girl that was exposed to the cruel lashing of the beautiful woman who hovered over the sofa.
Caroline looked over her shoulder at her wicked stepmother.
The woman had put aside the tongs again. She didn't need them for this young beauty. It wouldn't take much to frighten Caroline. It wouldn't take much to leave scars on the luscious flesh of the girl's white ass cheeks. They were very beautiful cheeks indeed.
As the woman looked at the girl's ass she could feel herself burning up inside. She wanted to fondle and touch the cheeks of her stepdaughter's ass. The girl had been growing more beautiful and more shapely each year, and now she was quite a sexy piece.
But, the woman didn't dare touch the girl tenderly. She was frightened of that longing impulse. Rather than doing that, she raised up the doubled up belt and she slapped it hard across the girl's ass cheeks. She left a bright red mark across the cheeks of the girl's ass.
Caroline squealed in a shrill voice, her body pressing down against the stud's body a little harder. She was, at the same time, impaling herself on Daniel's cock. She could feel the way it was jabbing all the way into her body.
The girl pushed down hard and then pulled back up, tried to pull away from the pressure. But, when she pulled up she could feel the muscles of her ass cheeks pressing againt the soft white flesh, pressing against the spot on that flesh that had been marked in red with the leather belt.
And there was another red mark left. "Ride his hard dick. Go on, bitch."
Tears formed in Caroline's eyes once again. "Wh-why?" she gasped at her stepmother.
Once more the leather belt swished through the air making a slicing sound. It slapped down, hard and intense, against the cheeks of the girl's ass.
There was no time for more questions. Caroline pulled herself up and then let her body slide back down onto the dick once again. She tensed up and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. She was riding the cock that was stuffed all the way inside her body.
And then there was another lash of the leather belt across her ass cheeks. Once again it slapped hard against the soft flesh of her ass cheeks and she felt the pain rushing up through her body.
She pulled her body taut and then let it slide down against the cock. She kept on doing that time after time. She kept on riding the dick time after time. But, still her stepmother wasn't satisfied. "I want you to really ride that dick. You wanted to get fucked. Well, now really get it."
"I c-can't go faster. I'm all raw inside. I c-can't take it...."
There were no more words. The leather belt slashed time after time across tender flesh. The white cheeks of the girl were now a patchwork of red stripes, one way and the other.
And again, and again, the leather belt rained down terrible slicing slaps against the girl's ass cheeks. Caroline was bouncing up and down. She was trying to satisfy the demands of her nasty stepmother and at the same time she was trying to soothe the aching in her flesh.
The nearly hysterical girl hid her face in the cushions of the couch, but her fleshy ass cheeks kept on bouncing. She kept on riding up and down the length of the dick, causing the dick to massage her insides in spite of the raw feeling that this forced fucking was creating in her.
And then she felt all the strength leaving her body. She fel it being sucked out.
The stud underneath her cried out even as she bit into the pillow next to her. She was cumming.
Daniel was aware of it. He could feel the pulling on his dick that was sucking at the length of his rammer. It was causing his cock to pulsate again. He had no more spunk left to shoot, but he was throbbing anyway. His balls really ached then.
Eloise was no longer slapping her stepdaughter's ass with the belt. She was satisfied for the moment as far as she had gone. She picked up the tongs, just in case either of them decided to turn on her. She knew that she had pushed them both very far.
"Okay. The two of you ... get up from there and get your clothes on...."
First they had to disengage. Slowly, very slowly, he pulled back and she pulled back. Then she felt the dick flopping out of her with a lewd plopping sound and she grunted.
The two of them were free of each other. They turned away from each other, ashamed to have their eyes meet.
Eloise was still standing, watching the two of them as they dressed.
It was difficult for Daniel to pull his underpants up over his bruised ass. Caroline had the same problem with her panties that seemed to be pressing against the damaged cheeks of her ass.
Right in the midst of all that, the phone rang. Eloise picked it up. "Hello."
"Hello, may I please speak to Caroline?" the soft, girlish voice on the other end asked.
"No." Eloise slammed the phone back down in its cradle.
The girl who had been trying to call was terribly put off by that. She looked at her phone and thought about calling again, but she didn't want to face the angry woman another time.
She sighed to herself and put the phone aside. Actually she lived right down the block from Caroline, but she usually found some excuse for calling that girl regularly enough. They were best friends in the best teenaged tradition of the word.
The two of them were best friends in spite of the many ways in which Georgia was different from Caroline. Georgia was a very outgoing girl and she had quite a reputation for being a little bit on the easy side. But, she was only a little bit on that side.
Georgia hadn't really been trashy. She had always pulled back a little short of going all the way with boys. She had gone out with guys and let them park and she had gone rather far with them. But, she had still never been fucked.
That is, she hadn't been fucked until quite recently. And that was the news that was just bubbling over inside of her. She had wanted to tell her friend, Caroline, about it.
Now that she couldn't speak to Caroline she was stuck with the news inside her own head.
Georgia jumped up from her bed and started to peel off her clothes. She stripped naked in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She wanted to look different. She was hoping that she would look like a woman now instead of looking like the girl she had been the day before.
Her body was still the same as it had been. It was lovely, all the same, but a disappointment for the girl who had wanted something magical to happen.
Her curly blonde hair was all in place, as it always was. It was just the sort of blonde curls that she could shake when she got up in morning and never even have to comb. She would always look perfectly lovely and perfectly in order all day long.
As she turned her back to the mirror she was slightly annoyed with her ass and her thighs. They were a bit on the fleshy side, she thought. She could have lost another ten pounds in that one part of her body, but then again there were many males who thought those few extra pounds made her even lovelier than she might have been otherwise.
It was those few extra pounds that moved up and down as she walked.
When she would walk away from a group of males on the campus, one ass cheek would move up and the other would move down and then she would take another step, giving the cheeks of her ass a chance to jiggle a little bit and then the cheeks would reverse positions. The one that was down would move up and vice versa.
Meanwhile, her panties would be cutting diagonally into the ass cheeks. There would be two lines across her ass cheeks from the leg openings of the panties.
That would merely give all the boys on the campus something to dream about, something to jerk off about that night. And yet, Georgia wasn't really aware of all the dreams that existed with her as the focal point. She didn't really know how luscious and desirable she was.
The girl now stood in front of her mirror doubting her own beauty, but delighting in the pleasure she had enjoyed that day.
She looked back at the phone. Would she call the Falcone household again and ask to speak to Caroline? No. She hated having anyone talking to her in an unpleasant way.
Georgia flopped down onto her bed, naked as she was, and she thought about all she had been through that day. She thought about the wonderful sexual experience she had gone through.
There had been other boys who had wanted to fuck her pussy. She had permitted them to do everything but that. She had let boys rub their dicks between her tits. She had jerked them off while they fingered her cunt. But, she had stopped short of letting them fuck her.
But, this boy was different. His name was Hal and she didn't think of him so much as a boy. She thought of him as a man. It didn't matter that he was only twenty. So what? She was only eighteen.
She was a year younger than her friend Caroline was and she had just started school at the college. She had chosen to stay home and go to this college nearby because Caroline had done the same. Georgia would giggle about the fact that she wasn't much of a trailblazer.
"I consider myself a born follower ... You know, the way some people are born leaders."
It wasn't something that bothered Georgia. She accepted herself the way she was. She looked up to Caroline because there was something so serenely beautiful and calm about that girl. Once in a while she would choose a special teacher or someone like that to idolize.
And now, aside from all the rest that she had chosen to follow in the past, there was Hal.
Following him, however, meant something very different, as she had discovered that day.
Hal was the graduate teaching assistant for her sociology class. She had started the semester not even knowing what sociology was. She had chosen that as her last class because it fit into her schedule and it was recommended for freshmen.
The full professor who taught the class only came in once a week and gave a lecture to a group of one-hundred students. However, for the other three sessions during the week the class was divided into groups of twenty and there were graduate students who took charge of each of those sessions. Hal had his group of twenty and Georgia was happy to be in it.
Most of the other freshmen in that class were there because they were interested in majoring in sociology. Georgia felt a little funny. She didn't want to major in anything. But she invented an interest in the subject because of Hal.
He was very handsome. His dark hair was clipped short and that accentuated his powerful features. He had a strong, almost squarish jaw. He had piercing grey eyes that were very intense.
There were many nights when Georgia would stay on the phone for more than an hour simply telling Caroline about the crush she had on Hal. It wasn't only the young instructor's face, it was the way he carried himself and the way he talked as well.
His voice was deep and sensually soft like velvet. It seemed to slide right over the girl.
She would sometimes find herself, sitting in class, shivering and pressing her thighs together to hold back the swelling power of her sexual appetite.
Actually it had been Caroline, conservative and frightened of sex altogether, who had been holding Georgia back from being even bolder with Hal. After all, Caroline explained, she had been seeing Daniel for almost three months and still hadn't fucked with him.
But, Georgia knew that the day when Caroline's virginity would be gone would soon be arriving. It was even on Georgia's mind that perhaps they would lose their cherries on the same day.
But, there was only one man Georgia really wanted to give her cherry to. There was only one man, at this point in her life, that she felt was worth it.
The boys she had dated had never been forceful enough, had never been certain enough. But Hal was impressive. After all, he was only twenty and he was already a graduate student who was working as a teaching assistant to make his way through his master's degree.
Hal was a real man and that was what Georgia wanted.
However, she was letting herself in for more than she had really expected.
At the end of class that day, Hal asked her to remain. "I got your note," he said when they were alone in the classroom. He was sitting behind the desk. She was standing in front of it.
Georgia blushed. She had composed it carefully, thrown out ten other drafts of it, and then carried it around for days until she finally got the nerve to leave it in his mailbox in the department office. Putting it in a note was one thing. Facing him was something else.
He opened the piece of paper. She knew that it was her note. His face didn't show any expression.
Then he looked up at her and said, "I don't like jokes, if this is a joke."
"It isn't a joke." Her voice showed a great deal of earnest concern.
There was a slight smile on his lips. "Good," he said, looking back at the note. "The next thing I want you to know is that I grade students according to test scores and the quality of the one paper that's handed in at the end of the semester. There's no room for any quibbling on that. It makes matters much simpler. Therefore...."
"Hal, if you think I did that to get a grade from you then you can let me have the note back."
He pulled it away from her grasp as she reached for it. "Good." Then he looked at the note again and asked, "If you meant everything you said here, then I'm interested."
"You ... are?" she asked. She could feel her heartbeat quicken.
The note said that she was a virgin and that she had chosen him as the man she most wanted to have take her virginity from her. It was the wording that had been so careful.
"However," he said, quickly as soon as he detected the pleasure in her voice. "There are some things that you might not be ready for. Let me put it this way. I like to have women ... or girls in my own way. I like to set the scene. I like to be in charge.
"In short, Georgia, I'm very demanding. I may not give you what you want. I will, however, give you what I want." He paused, "Perhaps I'm being too vague."
"You're saying that you want to be in charge and you want to call the shots."
He nodded. "Good. Very good. However, there is more than that, Georgia. There is something more. You see, some of the shots I will choose to call may be a bit on the unusual side, may be things that you would consider to be unusual anyway."
"Hal, why don't you try me and see how well I would do?" she asked.
He stood up and walked around his desk. There was something about the way the girl was standing. She seemed to be standing at attention in front of him, ready to obey.
She thought he was going to kiss her, but instead he just stood there and looked into her eyes. She felt the power of his grey eyes, his commanding grey eyes that were telling her to obey.
"I want you to stand there and not move a muscle, Georgia. That is my will. That is my wish. That is my desire."
The girl remained standing there. She felt a little frightened because his tone had been so very serious. But, because of the tone of voice he had used, she didn't dare move.
And then he raised up his hand and he rushed it through the air, describing an arc.
Georgia couldn't have explained what happened next. She didn't move. She knew that his hand was coming toward her face, but she didn't flinch. She was still looking in his eyes and she hadn't moved a muscle. She had followed his command, even when her own natural instinct to stay away from harm was at odds with that command.
His hand came within an inch of her face and then stopped. He tapped her cheek and she blinked. She was even sorry about having blinked, afraid that was too much of a disobedience.
Then he stood there for a long moment again. "You might do, Georgia."
There were so many guys who had taken her out to fancy dinners, proms, shows, and who had tried to romance her in their cars afterwards. There were so many guys who had longed for a chance to fuck her and had practically begged her for the opportunity.
But those guys had been rejected flatly. They had fallen short of her expectations.
Now, here was a different guy. Here was a man who stood in front of her, so sure of himself, that he would command her not to flinch when he would make a gesture to slap her, and she found herself willing to follow that command. She stood there, feeling nervous, hoping that she had done enough to satisfy him, terrified that she had not.
And when he said, in a voice that was a little bit snide, that she might do, that she might fulfill his sexual needs, she felt herself creaming up inside.
All she had to offer him was her virginity. But, he had his dominance, his power, his certainty. And because she longed for the things he had even more than he longed to have what she had, she was willing to let him take her wherever he wanted to take her.
"I'm not satisfied to simply have a woman. I want a slave." He looked into her eyes again. "Does that offend you, Georgia?"
"I ... I don't know...." she stammered. She had never heard anyone speak of such things before this. In her head there was something that told her that it was wrong, that she was wrong, that she should not go along with him. But, in her pussy there was a throbbing, there was a wet heat that seemed to start deep inside her body.
And that was sending a different message. She couldn't say no to him. He knew that it was difficult for the girl to say yes. But, as long as she couldn't bring herself to say no to him he knew that she wanted to be his willing slave.
He nodded his head at her and said, "I will test you to see if you're worthy."
"Thank you, sir," she blurted out. She didn't know where those words came from, but they came from deep in the back of her throat. She was on her way to being his virgin slave.
CHAPTER THREE
Hal's instructions to the girl were very explicit. She was to come to his apartment at three in the afternoon. She was not to be even one minute late. That was all.
Her heart was beating fast and loud as she stood at the door of his apartment, silently waiting for the minute hand to move further ahead. It was two minutes to three. She would knock, she told herself, in another minute. She didn't want to make any mistake.
Georgia couldn't remember any time when she had acted this way with any man. She couldn't remember any incident when she had been anything like this. But then, she had never looked at any man the way she looked at Hal. She had never felt this way before.
Before she could knock on the door it was pulled open from the inside.
There was no surprise on his face. It seemed as if he expected her to be standing there, ready and willing.
He ushered her into the apartment and shut the door.
"Just so you understand a little bit better," Hal said, "I am capable of romance. But, I am very, very demanding. The demanding part must come first."
The girl nodded her head. "I want you to reply to me. You will call me sir. When you're a little more aware of the demands of the scene, Georgia, you'll call me Master. Master, you understand, will always be spoken with a large 'M' at the beginning of the word."
"Yes, sir," the girl said in a soft voice, standing erect.
"You're here to satisfy my will, slave," he said, his voice still maintaining the same calm tone. "Your pleasure no longer exists. Your pleasure is contained within my pleasure."
"Yes, sir." Now her voice was a little bit hoarse with the excitement.
Georgia couldn't explain why she felt so excited over these notions of slavery, over these notions of complete submission to the will and the desires of this sensually attractive man. But she knew that she was turned on. She could feel the thrill coursing through every inch of her body in a way that she had never felt before.
"I want you stripped naked. A slave doesn't deserve to wear clothes."
"Yes, sir," the girl said as she started to unbutton her blouse. But, although she responded quickly to that command, she still felt the trepidation because of it. Her fingers were shaking even as she unbuttoned one button after another.
The girl had never been naked in front of a guy in the full light of day.
She had been through typical teenage make-out sessions in cars with guys. Her skirt had been pushed up, her panties down, her blouse open, and her bra pulled askew. But, she had never exposed her own beautiful body, fully and openly, to a male.
The girl was still at that age, being a freshman in college, where she felt a twinge of embarrassment stripping in front of the other girls in the locker room.
Of course she had a beautiful and luscious body, in spite of the fact that she was a little self-conscious about the size of her ass and her fleshy thighs, but she was too insecure about that.
She peeled off her blouse and looked at the handsome stud who was watching her. He was impassive. He had his arms folded across his chest and he was watching her, merely watching her.
The girl really did feel like a slave then. She felt as if she were up on the auction block in some foreign land at some different time in history. She was being assessed by the man as if she were some investment, some piece of property.
Rather than resenting that, she found that she longed for his approval. She wanted to be a good piece of property for him. She wanted to be worthy of being a slave for him.
But his grey eyes communicated nothing at all. He watched her, that was all.
Her blouse was off. Her bra was plain and white. It made her smooth, white flesh seem tan in contrast, although the girl's blondness made her very fair indeed. Her breasts seemed like two loaves of rising bread, just beginning to bake, just beginning to get a little tan from the warmth of the roasting oven. Those loaves looked like they were stuffed with yeast. They were rising and overflowing the cups of the bra. As they heaved up and down a little bit they threatened to overflow completely, the yeasty dough running over.
She didn't know what the young stud thought of her breasts. He was merely looking at her, impassive.
Her skirt was the next thing to come off. She let it slide to the floor and just stepped out of it. Then she stepped out of her sandals at the same time. She stood in her bra and panties.
Georgia was sorry about the panties she was wearing. They were very plain white and they were made of nylon. They were cut rather full, the waistline being rather high. But, at the same time, the fabric seemed to be clinging to her flesh.
The fabric of the white panties outlined her cunt lips. There was a bit of moisture right at the lips of her pussy and that was making the panties cling even more.
She didn't know that Hal was very turned on because of the simplicity of her underclothes. He was turned on because her panties and her bra were the plain white things that any schoolgirl would have worn. They were the dull white things, tightly fitted but very simple that made Georgia seem even more girlish than she already was.
It reminded him that she was his virgin slave. She was the virgin who was giving herself to him so completely because she had chosen him as the man who would take her virginity.
Just as she reached around to her back so that she could open her bra and remove it, he snapped, "Turn around, Georgia." It was a command in a soft tone.
She turned around and displayed herself for him. He liked the way the leg openings of the nylon panties were cutting into the fleshy cheeks of her ass. He had often seen that through the fabric of slacks that she wore to school, but now he was seeing the actual flesh.
She reached around behind her and pulled on the leg openings, trying to contain the fleshy cheeks of her ass inside the clinging white fabric. He smiled at that.
"Continue," he said with a wave of his hand, indicating that the girl should strip the rest of the way.
She took off her bra and let it fall to the floor. There were lines cut into her breasts because the bra had been so very tight on her. There were marks going over her shoulders from the straps of the bra. But, the breasts sprang up to freedom, demonstrating that they were firm and beautifully rounded even without the bondage of the bra.
Then the girl was really shivering as she gently reached her fingers into her clinging nylon panties. She pulled on the tight elastic waistband and started to slide the panties down as if she were removing the skin from a pear.
Her wispy pussy patch was revealed to the handsome stud who was watching her.
Then the panties were tangled around her feet and she was completely nude in front of him.
She stood tall, at attention, her breasts heaving up and down and her ass cheeks quivering a little bit because of the way she was shaking in fear. The man walked around her, assessing her.
"Not bad," he mumbled to himself as if the remark weren't meant for the girl's ears.
Then he produced something from a cabinet nearby. It looked like a dog collar gor a very large dog. That, in fact, was just what it was. He pulled the leather collar, with the shiny studs, around the girl's neck and pulled it shut.
"That is a symbol to you. That is a sign that you are my slave."
"Yes, Master." This was the first time she had called him by that name. Somehow, it seemed appropriate now that she was wearing the collar. He didn't remark on it.
"Down on your knees, slave," he said, his voice still just as calm as it had been.
She fell quickly to her knees. She felt so terribly exposed. She felt embarrassed by the nudity and by the position she was assuming. And yet, at the same time, she felt a thrill rushing through her body. She felt that there was something very special going on.
"I give you permission to undress your Master," Hal said in a low voice.
"Yes, sir. Thank you, Master." All of her replies seemed to be coming naturally to her.
She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then peeled it off his arms. She was about to toss it onto the chair that was nearby, but when she looked at his face, she thought better of that. She folded the shirt as neatly as she could. Then she placed it down on the chair.
He looked on in an approving way. When she turned back toward this handsome young stud who was a college instructor of hers, she saw his bare chest for the first time. It was nicely defined. There was a good deal of hair in a pattern on his pectorals and then in a line going down the middle of his belly. His upper arms were nicely muscled.
She remained on her knees and faced his crotch. He was wearing a pair of black cotton pants. She could see the outline of his penis through the fabric of the pants.
Opening the top of the pants, she unzipped the fly. His undershorts were plain white jockey shorts. She was a little disappointed, having hoped that he would have black leather shorts on or something like that. But, as it was, she accepted it. If that was what her Master chose to wear, then that was good enough for her. She peeled his pants down.
She leaned forward to unlace his shoes and pull them off. Then she tugged the pants over his feet and took his socks off along with them. He was dressed only in his undershorts and she could see the bulge of his dick.
Since he was offering his bare feet to the girl she knew there was something more than he wanted.
"Lick my feet clean. Suck my toes, slave," he commanded.
Georgia swallowed hard. She was nude but for the dog collar, her symbol of enslavement. She leaned all the way forward and she wrapped her lips around one of his big toes. She could taste the salty, sweaty flesh as she sucked on it and worked her tongue over it.
It was a little like sucking a mini-cock. Her cheeks sucked in and she was exerting pressure on the big toe.
Then she slid her teeth over the surface of that toe and she flicked her tongue between the toes. She worked her tongue back and forth between one toe and then between another.
She nipped at the tip of each of the toes with her teeth.
And then she turned her attention to the other foot, this time beginning on the outside. Her tongue worked its way between the toes, flicking along the tips of the toenails.
On this foot she ended with the big toe rather than beginning there. She slid her tongue around and around the surface as if it were a popsicle. Popsicle-toes! What a thought. She imagined what it would be like to have toe-jam flavored ices on a stick.
And, with that thought, as if this were the fleshy treat she had chosen to refresh her on a warm summer day at the beach, she really went to work on that big toe.
She really felt like a slave as she worked her lips and teeth and tongue all on this one very small part of her Master's body. Her teeth slid back and forth, sucking on the thing, taking the full length of it into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the tip of it.
"Now you may begin to move up my legs, slave." The voice seemed to come from somewhere else. This body seemed like an idol, an icon that she was brought here to worship. And the voice that softly commanded her was that of some outside force, some speaker that instructed her.
And so, she started to move up his legs. Her tongue moved up his legs. There was a good deal of hair on his calves. She kissed the firm legs and licked at the hair.
Then she was at the inside of his firmly muscled thighs. She worked her tongue over the flesh and then nipped at the flesh. "You may take down your Master's underwear."
When the girl reached up to touch the soft cotton fabric, Hal slapped her hand away.
"You don't deserve to touch my underwear with your hands, slave. Use your mouth."
Georgia was startled. But then she moved her face very close to the shorts. As she inhaled she could smell the aroma of the male crotch. She wrapped her lips around the clinging elastic waistband of the underpants. She pulled down on them with her teeth.
Her upper lip curled inside out and she was rubbing the moist flesh of her upper lip against the scratchy hair on his hard, washboard belly. But, no matter how far she pulled on his jockey shorts with her teeth, his dick would protrude out in that direction and she would not be able to pull the cloth of the shorts below his extending penis.
She had barely pulled the underpants an inch lower after all that effort.
"Work on the back," he commanded in a flat tone, instructing her.
Georgia slid to the side of his body and pulled on the shorts there. She slid it down a little on one of his slim hips. Then she moved around to his other side and pulled the shorts down from that hip just a little bit. His ass was firm and high.
When she moved around behind him and wrapped her teeth around the waistband of the underpants, she dug her upper teeth a little bit into the firm flesh. It thrilled her.
With one swift tug she managed to get the back of the shorts down off his ass cheeks.
Then it was a simple matter to move back around to the front and get the top of the waistband between her teeth again. This time, when her upper lip curled inside out and rubbed against the flesh, she could feel the actual pubic patch grinding against the warm and wet flesh.
And then she could feel the long boner that slapped and brushed wetly at the side of her face.
The girl had never had contact like this with a penis before. She had been asked, once or twice, even urged, to suck on cock. But she had never actually sucked a cock.
There was a little bit of drooling wetness against her cheek, a little bit of wetness that was oozing out of the piss slit. The pre-cum slid over her cheek.
Then the underpants slid down his legs. The girl looked up at his face.
"Suck my penis. I want you to take it in your mouth, my virgin slave."
It thrilled him. He was a man of incredibly varied experiences, but this thrilled him more than any he could remember. His dick was as hard as an iron bolt.
The notion that this was a virgin who was giving herself to him, this was a virgin who was being turned into his slave, was making his dick hotter and harder than it had ever been.
Georgia looked at the head of the cock. It was like the flared head of a cannon. It was waving in front of her eyes. She parted her lips and wrapped them around the head of the cock. When she slid forward she could feel the pressure of the heavy cock head that pressed down against her tongue even as the flared head of the dick rubbed against the roof of her mouth.
And then, after merely an inch was in her throat, she felt the broad head of the thing pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged and that gag reflex cause the cock to be pushed out of her mouth. But, the man pressed his hips forward again.
Once again the dick pressed against the back of her throat. She tried to suppress the desire to gag, but fighting against it only made it worse. It only made her tense up even more.
Even though Hal was playing the role of her Master, he knew that she needed a word there to help her through. "Relax," was the word. "Relax completely."
So, she slid her lips forward on the dick and permitted a little more of it to work its way into her throat. There was another gagging motion of her throat muscles, but this wasn't as violent. The cock slid back along her tongue, making the flesh on her mouth muscle tingle with excitement. And then he slid his dick forward again.
Once more she gagged and he slid back. Then he slid forward. Each time he slid forward he was moving a little bit more of his cock into her throat. Each time he was pushed back he moved forward a little more quickly. And then there was a steady tempo that was built up.
He didn't have to wait for the muscles of her throat to wrap themselves around his cock head and to expel the presence of the throbbing rammer. He pulled back and then pushed forward again, permitting the muscles that were deep in her throat to massage the sensitive flesh around the flared cock head, time and time again.
The most sensitive part of his dick was right underneath the cock head and that was the part that was getting the most attention. He jabbed forward and pulled back.
And by that time he was really fucking her face. He managed to push almost the full length of his dick all the way in and then to pull it all the way back out so that only the flared head of his dick was still inside her mouth. He was moving at a steady rate.
Each time he pushed into her face he pressed far in so that the curly hair of his pubic patch was brushing against her nose and his heavy hanging balls slapped against her chin.
Then he would pull back and the flared glans penis was pressed against the back of her lips.
There was a little bit of excited pre-cum that was oozing out of the piss slit and leaving a drooling trail along the girl's tongue as he moved in and out of her mouth.
He slammed forward and then pulled back out, time and time again.
But, he wasn't going to cum in her mouth. He was saving that for something else.
"Getting sucked off by a virgin." The notion excited him so much that he had to put it into words.
And then he pulled his dick free. It was standing up, completely erect, looking like a battering ram in front of him. He looked down at the girl who was naked but for the dog collar she was wearing and he softly said the word, "Slave."
It made Georgia shiver. Suddenly it was just what she wanted to be.
Then he pointed toward the next room and he proceeded. Georgia remained on her knees and followed him into the next room. She could feel the rug leaving a pattern on the flesh of her knees.
But, she was not in a position to differ with her Master. She didn't mind the discomfort of the rug digging into the flesh of her legs. She was willing to endure more.
Still she couldn't explain it. She couldn't understand why she felt that she would put up with so much for the sake of this man's acceptance, for the sake of this man's cock. That way, the way it was for her. That was what she wanted, how she wanted it.
And so she followed the man into his bedroom, still moving on her knees.
The girl was about to move to the bed, when the man pointed toward the floor at the foot of the bed. 'That's where dogs belong, bitch," he snarled at her gruffly.
She cowered down there at the foot of the bed, lowering her head as she did so.
He clasped her hands together at her side and then he snapped a handcuff onto one of her wrists. He pulled the set of handcuffs around the leg of the bed. Then he snapped the other handcuff on her other wrist. Her wrists were now clasped together.
She looked up at the man who was her Master, ready to do as he said.
His dick was still waving in front of him, still looking like a cannon that was threatening her.
He pulled her body out on the floor, her hands clasped to one side, helplessly bound. Then he mounted her. She could feel his powerful, hot body on top of her body. She could feel the stiffness of his prick pressing down against her own flesh.
She felt threatened by the pressure of it against her. She felt threatened and yet she loved that threatened feeling. She felt that her position was demeaning, and yet she found herself loving that position. What was it in her head that made her respond so?
The girl didn't understand any of it. She knew that if she thought about it, she would only get more confused. This was just the way it was. That was all there was to it.
Now that her Master's body was on top of her own, she arched her hips up against his body so that his stiff prick would press a little harder against her flesh. She could feel the moisture that rubbed and oozed into her pussy patch, the pre-cum that drooled from his cock head.
Then he slid back over the curls of the pussy patch and he pulled her legs apart.
Positioning the head of his dick against the lips of her cunt, he reached down and fingered her there at her twat. He rubbed and pulled on the pussy lips, tenderly toying with the flesh. He could feel the amount of moisture that was there and that pleased him.
Then his cock head was right up against her cunt lips and he pushed forward. He pressed inward and he had the flared head of his cock locked between the lips of her cunt. He could feel the warm outer labia that wrapped themselves around the flared head of his dick just as if they were made of wax that was forming into a mold of his cock.
The inner labia were right in front of his cock head. He pushed forward and he felt them spreading open in advance of the thrusting motion.
Georgia started to shiver all over. The flared head of his glans brushed across her clit. She was on fire because of that sudden contact with her love button.
And, just as she tried to control the shivering she was aware of the pressure that was deep inside of her body. She was aware that she could feel the cock pressing against the thin membrane of flesh that guarded her virginity. A little more pressure and it would rip apart.
The cock head pushed forward into her body and then there was a ripping sensation.
She could feel the cock head entering her body. The ripping was almost electric.
The jolt that rushed through her was incredible. And then the jolt subsided. Then there was the warmth that spread through the walls of her twat. He had only the First half of his dick inside her body. He worked it to one side and then to the other.
His cock never lost any of its hardness as he used it to spread her open, to pry her pussy walls apart. He used his cock to get the lubrication flowing in her cunt.
And she could feel the warmth. She responded to the warmth and arched her body up, pressing it against his dick, welcoming the rest of him into her pussy.
So he continued the movement of his prick into her body. The flared head of his cock was entering the depths of her pussy. The glans was spreading her apart with the pressure.
The girl could feel the incredible pressure. She was spread so wide open.
Since his dick had pushed all the way into her body, he rested for a moment. He let her get used to it so that the muscles in her body could relax and accept the cock.
He was just rolling and rocking a little from side to side. He pressed his body to one side and then to the other side, working his hips in such a way so that she could feel the intense pleasure of the body movements. His dick was shifting from one side to the other side of her cunt so that the pressure of the cock head was rubbing against the walls of her pussy, spreading out her hot pussy as it continued.
And, through it all there was more and more lubrication in her hot cunt.
She had been his virgin slave just a moment before. Now she was still his slave, but she was no longer a virgin.
He pulled his dick back a little bit and she tingled all over. Then he shoved his cock forward into her body. He pulled back and then pushed forward.
And then he started to pull and push his dick faster and faster.
At first they were short, jerky movements. The flared cock head tugged at the flesh of her pussy and then pushed at the flesh in turn. And then, as he continued the short, jerky movements, there was more and more moisture that was oozing out of the walls of her cunt.
He was soon able to slide his cock all the way into her cunt and then slide back out.
When he slid out, she could feel the flesh of his protruding glans pressing against the back of her excited clit. She tingled with excitement. More juice was in her cunt.
He pushed in and she grunted. But she was writhing on the floor because she loved it.
When he slid back, moving fluidly along the delicate, undulating flesh of her love tunnel, she could feel the excitement that coursed through her body.
He could also feel his own excitement. Even though he was a cool and contained stud, a man who was a Master, he was thrilled to be with this lovely virgin.
He held her very tightly as he continued to fuck her hot pussy.
As he continued to fuck the throbbing hole he could feel the increase in the pussy juice that was seeping out of the walls of her twat. He could feel the way the flesh on the walls of her pussy was growing thicker and thicker with the hot wetness of her body.
He started to really slam his dick into her body. He was really pushing it very hard against the depths of her cunt because the pussy walls were getting tighter all the time.
The cunt walls were like sponges that were wrapping themselves around his prick.
He pulled back and she shivered and then he slammed all the way into her.
The stud was licking her neck and she was nibbling on his ear. She was willing to be his slave if this sort of fucking was the reward, if this was the payment for her slavery.
"Take it. Take all my hot, steaming cum," he growled in a deep, gravelly voice.
She could feel the spunk shooting into her body as she felt the stiffness of the cock throbbing time and time again against the walls of her cunt. And then her cunt walls pulled taut around the prick and she felt her own explosion occurring.
It was twenty minutes later when they were both dressed. He had given her a glass of brandy, in spite of the early hour. "How are you feeling?" he asked her.
"My body feels warm all over, sir," the girl said, looking up at him quickly. "Should I still call you sir?" She was very unsure about asking that question.
"When we're in a sexual situation you'll follow the instructions you've been given. When we're actually in life together, speaking, at school, anywhere else, you can call me Hal."
"Thank you, Hal," she said, sipping the brandy. "I guess I feel okay."
"Your body feels warm, but I was concerned about your mind. I don't want to mess with it."
She smiled softly. "My mind feels a little bit ... exhausted. I've had so much today, so much for me to ... digest. I don't know whether I can or not...." She sighed.
"You'll let me know in another two days or so how you feel. I want to know that you're okay. Just remember that I was always perfectly frank and above board with you. I happen to be turned on by S&M, sado-masochistic behavior. I happen to be turned on by dominating a slave. Mere sex of the body isn't enough for me. I need full control, full charge.
"You may find that sex of the body is quite enough for you. I will grant you that it's quite unusual to be introducing someone to a level of sex so far beyond the norm when that girl is also being introduced to actual sex for the first time at the same time.
"Feel free to call if you want to talk to me, if you have anything that's troubling you. As I said, I don't want to mess up your mind. I only want to have complete sexual control over you."
"Thank you," the girl said, sipping a little more quickly from the brandy. "I guess I'd better go now, Hal. Thank you ... for everything. It's a day I'll never forget."
As she moved toward the door, he took her hands in his and said, "You gave me your virginity. I will always remember that and always treasure that."
A glow suffused the beautiful girl. She wrapped her arms around his body and pressed herself tightly against the man's chest. He held onto her. She was breathing in the scent of him, memorizing the feeling of being in the arms of her Master.
Then she left quickly, wanting to keep that last moment with him clear in her memory.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ivan was Georgia's older brother. While that beautiful blonde girl was feeling such delight about the loss of her virginity, she had certainly not shared her joy with the rest of her family.
Somehow, families, particularly older brothers, didn't look upon a girl's sexual blossoming in the same way that the girl did. And so Georgia kept her delight to herself.
She had longed to share the news with her best friend, but had been rudely hung up on when she tried to phone Caroline. It was that Eloise, that stepmother of Caroline's who never seemed to be nice to anyone, who never had a pleasant word to say to anyone.
It was just as well Georgia didn't try to share her joy. Her older brother was in a particularly ugly mood that night. He was pacing back and forth in his room, feeling rage growing inside him.
It was not only rage over what had happened that night, it was rage over what had been happening for a long time in his life. Just by chance that rage was directed toward Eloise Falcone.
Ivan had gone off to college and had only been a mediocre student. He hadn't really made any decisions at that age and so it was difficult for him to apply himself. He didn't know what he wanted to do.
His parents kept on telling him that it was his fault. Yes, he agreed with them. He was a spoiled brat who had had it too easy. He agreed with them on all the things they said to him. After all, they were paying his way through college and making him feel miserable about it.
Of course, at any time that he had chosen to he could have quit college, got a job, and struck out on his own. But, he never actually thought of doing that. He had been sheltered so by those same parents who were now berating him that he had never had to face the world of job hunting.
He did it one time during his college career. He was so furious about the way he was made to feel for his shortcomings as a student that he went out to job placement agencies and tried to find something. But there was nothing for him. That one incident was enough to discourage him, enough to convince him that it was a big, cold world out there.
After that he preferred to be belittled and berated by his family than to strike out on his own.
But in his senior year he got "good news" from his folks. At least they thought it was good news. They were delighted to inform him that their neighbor, Eloise Falcone, was willing to hire him when he graduated from college. She needed an administrative assistant at that time.
He felt all knotted up inside. He knew Mrs. Falcone as a snide, snobbish woman. He didn't rehsh the notion of working for her, particularly in a job that was so directly under her jurisdiction.
But, the boy couldn't turn it down. She presented it to him as if she were doing him a wonderful favor. And his parents believed that she was doing him a wonderful favor.
Something inside Ivan wanted to scream out that tell them that he knew that he was competent, that he knew that every job he had ever had to do he had performed well, but he lacked confidence. No one had ever taught him to have the confidence of an adult.
Now he had worked for Eloise Falcone for the better part of a year. At the age of twenty-two he felt even more insecure than he had felt before he left college. In the course of the year the woman had successfully made mincemeat of the youth time and time again.
After he had worked for her for just a few weeks he confronted his parents and told them how he felt. "She's a rude, unkind woman who's taking advantage of me on every...."
"You ungrateful wretch!" his father said. "Don't you let me hear you say such things."
"Why, there are young men out of school," his mother added, "who would give their right arms for a chance to work side by side with a successful executive like Eloise Falcone."
And then they continued. There were many references to giving of right arms. However, the boy had already learned that Eloise seemed to be after a more personal part of the anatomy.
She was a castrating bitch. That was the way he thought of her, and that was fact.
The woman had no warmth and sensitivity and he had already observed that she had the company and was moderately successful almost completely because of chance. Because she had been a beautiful fashion model she had photographers who felt some debt to her. Because she had a wealthy and successful husband she was able to set up this business and have the right people promoting it.
However, Ivan had already seen that Eloise had more enemies than friends, that her friends were very insubstantial, and that she would have been much more successful if she didn't work so damn hard to make everyone hate her. She didn't know how to say please or thank you.
The woman couldn't keep staff working for her. Her rudeness would get to them eventually.
But, she had worked down the boy's confidence. She had convinced him that she was doing him a favor by keeping him there, even though he was bright and talented.
And, having her treat him badly day after day finally convinced him that she was right.
But, on this particular evening she had gone too far. She had humiliated him in front of the entire staff of the company. She had laughed at him, insulted his masculinity. She had been her typically rude and thoughtless self. It shouldn't have surprised him.
When she left the place she wasn't even thinking about the humiliation she had heaped upon him. It had left her mind completely as she travelled home. But, as Ivan left the place he couldn't think of anything else. The woman's words, her actions, were on his mind.
He went home and kept pacing his room. If he let her get away with this, then she could get away with anything. He knew that he had to do something this time. He had to do something now.
He knew that, the following morning, he could no longer pretend that nothing had happened.
Ivan remembered another incident when he had tried to actually speak to the woman, to stand up to her. "You always make such a big deal out of silly things. You latch onto something and then you won't let go of it. That's damned annoying, Ivan." She had a sureness about her, a certainty that made him feel that he was the one who was in the wrong.
As he remembered that time when he had tried to talk to her, tried to tell her how he felt about her venomous attack on him, he knew that he couldn't speak to her in a calm tone of voice. He knew that he couldn't put it to her nicely and hold a pleasant little chat with her.
It had gone well beyond that. He was going to take action against her.
Although he was a man of twenty-two and should have been dealing in a mature way with his life, he didn't know how to. He didn't know that it was possible to make mature decisions since he had never been called upon to make one. Having been sufficiently belittled through the pressures of other people, he felt shaken to his foundations.
He would lash out! That was it. That was the only way he could see.
Ivan barely slept that night. There were dreams of vengeance which were wakeful dreams. He tossed and sweated and felt sexual passion filling up his body. He would get Eloise Falcone the following morning.
Little did he know of the other things that were concerning Eloise Falcone right at that moment. He didn't know that the woman had walked in on her stepdaughter getting fucked and had then proceeded to terribly abuse the two beautiful young people.
The woman then phoned her husband, who was out of town on business, and reported the whole incident to him. He took the next plane back to town. It was a night when the entire Falcone household remained awake through the night, rage and confusion filling up the place.
How strange that there was so much wakefulness on that same block.
Georgia was lying in her bed, a smile on her lips, and she couldn't sleep either. There were times during the night when she was confused and a little disturbed. She had been bound and abused. She had been sexually humiliated and enslaved, and yet she felt good about it.
There was much she didn't understand. She didn't imagine she would ever understand the joy she felt over the sexual humiliation she had suffered at the hands of Hal, the handsome young stud. And yet, there were times when the confusion left her. She felt the joy and contentment.
The girl was turned on. She had felt satisfaction that day.
And so there were two feelings that kept on flipping back and forth in her head. She felt confusion over the pleasure she had felt, but she couldn't deny the fact that she had felt pleasure.
Should she feel happy or upset over the pleasure? She felt both at the same time.
It was very strange that she was the person on the block who had willingly given into sexual humiliation and domination. She was the person who had been degraded the most, and yet she was the person who felt the most pleasure. She was the one who fell asleep with a smile on her lips.
But it was Ivan's rage that was the pervading feeling in the house the following morning. He left without any breakfast. He left without saying a word to anyone.
He rushed directly to the office. But this was a day when he would have to wait for his boss. He would have to wait for hours. It was almost noon when Eloise Falcone entered the place.
Ivan's desk was right outside of Eloise's office door. It was almost as if he was her secretary rather than being an administrative assistant. He was sitting at his desk, going over some invoices, when she walked briskly past him. He heard the clicking of her heels. He looked up at her and she didn't even look at him. She just walked past.
He had no notion of all the things she had been through the previous night. He saw the way she ignored him, without knowing about the family matters that weighed on her mind.
"That bitch," he gritted his teeth as she shut her office door. "After the way she humiliated me last night, now she doesn't even have the decency to say good morning to me."
He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed one number. "Hold all calls to Mrs. Falcone."
If she knew that he had done even that much on his own initiative, she would have been irate with him. He was her little assistant, a person who was supposed to be at her beck and call.
With no more than that one phone call, Ivan had already created a situation from which he could not back out. He now had to go all the way. He got up and walked into the office.
Eloise Falcone had just sat down behind her desk. She looked up and asked, "Since when do you enter my office without knocking?"
"I don't feel I have to answer that question since it's come from such...."
"Get out. Get out of my office and get out of my company," the woman hissed.
He leaped across the room and pushed her back in her chair. It was a big, plush chair that was on wheels. She slid back and her head was against the shelves behind her. He was holding her head in place.
"I'll have you arrested for this, you little ingrate, you little...."
He smacked her hard across the face and said, "Not until I give you enough to arrest me for."
Then, still holding her by the neck, he tossed her out of the chair. She stumbled to the floor and he was on top of her in an instant. She opened her mouth to scream, but he slammed his hand over her mouth so that she couldn't say a word.
"Maybe you'll actually keep this enormous mouth of yours shut for three whole minutes now and listen to somebody else for once in your life, you fuckin' bitch.
"For a year now I've listened to your venom, to your inconsiderate cruelty, and I'm sick of it. You understand me, bitch. Even me, your little toady, your little snivelling assistant, there's only so far you can push even me. You understand?"
There was real fear in the woman's eyes. She looked up at the face hovering over her. It was a face that was red with rage. His eyes were bulging and moist. His cheeks were bright red. He was holding her down with the weight of his body and he grabbed at her tits with his free hand. "I locked the door and you're not going to make a sound, so you'd better get the notion right now that I'm gonna pay you back for all you ever did to me."
Then he pulled open the bottom drawer of her desk. He had counted on getting there before her. He had counted on using the items he had placed in the bottom drawer of her desk when he had first arrived that day. He pulled out the long length of rope that was there.
Pulling her hands together in front of her, he quickly pulled the rope around her wrists. He had prepared the rope with a knot and a loop so that it was a quick matter.
There was no way that Ivan could claim that this was not premeditated.
When her hands were bound he reached into the drawer and pulled out the pair of his undershorts he had stuffed there. He took his hand from the woman's mouth. She started to part her lips so that she could reason with him. But he used that chance to shove the underwear into her mouth.
She immediately tasted the foul, disgusting flavor that was on the shorts. When he saw the expression on her face, he smiled and said, "I pissed on them this morning, just so you'd have the flavor of my urine in your mouth, boss lady. It'll give you something to suck on."
And indeed, she was sucking the piss right out of the cotton fabric. She couldn't help herself. Her throat muscles were moving, gagging against the undershorts, and she could feel the liquid, the juices that were on her tongue, were pervading her mouth.
He pulled a piece of electrical tape across her mouth to hold the jockey shorts in place.
Then he tied her feet together. By that time it was a simple matter. He stood over her and gloated for a moment. "Now let me hear you put me down. Now let me hear you snidely tell me about what's wrong with me, about what favors you've done for me, you cunt."
Her eyes were the only things that she could move. She desperately tried to move them.
There were little gagging noises coming from the back of her throat. She was whimpering and trying to grunt. This was so unusual for this elegant, pompous woman.
"You're wondering how I'm going to explain this," he said, taking a pair of scissors from her desk drawer. She bounced up and down desperately. He laughed, realizing that she thought he would kill her. "You silly bitch, I don't want you dead. I want you to live a long time. And I want you to never forget the lesson I'll teach you today."
He started to cut apart her dress with the scissor. He pulled and ripped at it. Soon it was nothing but a rag which had once cost three hundred dollars. She was in her bra and slip. He had pulled off her black shoes, the ones with the sharp heels that made such a loud clicking noise when she walked down the hall of the office building.
She was lying there, bound and gagged, in her bra and slip. He could see the way the satin slip was clinging to her body, outlining the shape of her legs. He ripped that by hand and revealed her panties. Her underclothes were of black lace.
Her bra was very skimpy and the black lace was so sheer that he could actually see the pink nipples through the fabric. Her panties were of matching black lace and he could see the trimmed patch of black pussy hairs that were showing through that fabric.
He fondled her breasts for a moment and then he pulled at the black lace fabric. He pulled one of her tits out of the cup and gripped it in his fingers. He dug his fingers into the white, fleshy breast, digging his nails into her pink nipple.
Ivan knew that he was causing pain for the luscious woman. She was flopping around like a caught flounder out of the water. He continued to dig his nail into her flesh.
"Do you even know what you've done to me? You've been completely oblivious to my existence."
When he ripped her panties off and revealed her nudity, he pounced on top of her and pressed his body down against hers. She could feel the rough fabric of his pants pressing against her delicate cunt lips. He was pulling up at her clit, even though her legs were clenched togehter.
He managed to push his fingers between her cunt lips and pull at her clit.
The youth massaged it a little bit, but then he started to use his fingernails against the love button.
There was a gurgling noise in the back of the woman's throat. She tried to turn to the side. She was really being hurt. She was astonished by that.
"There's lots more where that came from, you cunt," he hissed as he pulled her legs up and tied her feet to her hands. She was doubled over and her ass was exposed to him.
Because of the way he had tied her up he had access to her pussy.
He pulled down his fly and tugged out his pants. The woman was in an awkward position and she was able to see his dick. He stroked it for her delight.
"Back when you were calling me incompetent, when you were calling me all of those terrible names, you didn't think I would ever be doing this to you, did you?"
Her eyes widened. No, she hadn't thought he would ever be doing this to her. He got right behind her and pressed his dick against the depths of her cunt. He pushed forward and she could feel the way the penis was spreading open the walls of her pussy.
The pussy lips parted and she could feel the pressure against the inner labia.
The flared head of his cock pushed in against the inner labia and then she could feel the glans brushing across her clitoris. He pushed into her and the flesh inside her body was forced apart. "Fucking you isn't even part of it. That's just a little extra."
As he fucked his dick in and out of her cunt, he slapped her ass cheeks repeatedly. He hit her ass with his open palm time after time and she felt the pain rushing through her body. He pushed in and out and in and out. There was agony because of the way she was tied up, but there was pleasure because of the way the dick was moving in her cunt.
He spread open the flesh that was deep inside of her and then when he pulled back out of her she could feel the flesh clasping together again. Then he pushed forward and she could feel the flesh spreading apart and then he pulled back.
But he was moving so quickly that the flesh soon didn't have time to pull together again. It was just a blur of movement, very fast, faster than she could keep track of.
And then he shot inside of her. He pulled his dick out of her cunt even before he had finished shooting inside her. He was splashing the white gobs of cum all over her flesh.
He then started to pull at her cunt with his fingers, working two fingers into her pussy.
Her eyes went wide. He could see the question that was in her eyes. She wanted to know what he was doing. She was startled by the pressure of his fingers against her pussy lips and she was horrified by the feeling that it was creating inside her body.
But, then he pulled his fingers back and pressed yet another finger into her pussy. He was working three fingers into her, pulling her apart. He grinned. "I told you that I was gonna make you remember me. I told you that I was gonna make you remember each time you had treated me as if I didn't matter, each time you treated me as if I were nothing but shit."
He was now pushing four fingers into her pussy. She could feel the tips of those fingers pressing against the inner labia. She could feel the fingers pulling her cunt lips apart.
She had never been spread so wide. She could feel the bones in the fingers, and she knew that this was nothing like the feeling of a cock inside her. She was horrified.
He pushed harder and further and then he was working his whole hand into her cunt.
Ivan could feel the tension that suffused her body. It seemed that every inch of her body was taut, pulled together. He was hurting her and she knew it.
"Maybe next time," he said, tears forming in his eyes. "You'll be kinder to some person who needs the kindness. Maybe next time you won't act like a thoughtless cunt."
He had his thumb ready to enter her cunt. He could feel the tension and he slapped her ass with his other hand. "If you don't relax I'll rip you to shreds. You don't want that, do you?"
And then he kept on slapping her ass time after time. She felt the pain and she writhed to one side and then to the other side. She was trying to pull away from him, but her bonds kept her where she was. She could feel the intense pressure, a pressure unlike any she had ever felt before, that was pulling apart her cunt lips.
His fingers were thrust all the way down inside of her body.
He pulled them back a little bit and pushed them forward. Yes, there was lubrication, but there wasn't nearly enough lubrication for the pressure that was going on in her cunt.
There was a maniacal look on his face. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to pay her back. He was paying her back in a physical way for all of the psychological things she had inflicted on him. The perspiration was dripping on her flesh because of the pressure.
The pain was coursing through her. Ivan was getting his wish. The bitch would never soon forget what he had done to her. She would never soon forget what had happened because she thought she could keep pushing him and pushing him, and finally pushed him too far.
She was feeling real fear because she knew that Ivan was now unstable. What he was doing was pure madness. There would be no profit to him from this.
But, then again, she was the one who had provoked him to that point. She knew that. It was too late now for her to change anything she had done to him, for her to change all of the difficult and cruel things she had done. She realized that she had gotten her own little thrill from mistreating him. And now this was happening.
Justice can be a very strange and unjust thing sometimes.
If she had been willing to speak to him, or if she had pulled back just a little bit from her cruel ways ... But, what was the point of dreaming about what might have been. This was happening to her now! This was finally it right now! Pain! Torture!
She blacked out. It was all too much for her. She could not even remain conscious.
The pain was still there when the water was splashed in her face. She looked at her pussy. No, it wasn't being stretched apart now; But, the feeling was still there. The muscles were distended.
"Now," he said with a smile, his suit in order. "I'm going to walk out, calmly, leaving this door locked and the gag in your mouth. I will leave the message that you are not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Since you're known to be such a moody bitch I expect they'll probably leave you locked in here like this all night."
Then he left, doing exactly what he said he would, giving the woman plenty of time to think about the way she had treated all of her employees, all of the abuse she had heaped upon people, thinking that she would always get away with it as long as she wanted to.
It was too late for regrets now. She was bound on the floor of her office.
CHAPTER FIVE
Judith was wearing her modest school uniform. It was a plaid jumper over a white blouse that was open at the neck. The school, in keeping up with the times and the protests of the girls, had rescinded the rule that girls had to wear ties as part of their uniforms.
Anyway, that just didn't seem feminine enough considering how sweet and innocent the girls were.
There was a dark blue blazer with the school crest that Judith wore over the jumper.
And then there were her knee socks. They were also dark blue, one of the accepted colors under the school regulations.
Her blonde hair came down to her shoulders and she had two clips in it, one on either side holding the hair in place. Her rounded face was revealed fully then.
Judith's wide eyes, her moist, inviting lips, her turned up nose-everything about her, in fact, was just perfection and sweetness. She was completely unadorned. Of course there was a very small religious medallion around her neck, which was on a chain that was so thin it was almost invisible against her creamy flesh. But, other than that one small thing, there was no jewelry. She wore no make up.
For Judith it wasn't merely the fact that the rules of her school didn't permit her to wear make up. She wouldn't have worn it anyway. It didn't seem right to her.
She was a very proper girl, an extremely proper girl.
Most of the other girls in the school were there because their parents had chosen it for them. It was a college devoted to religious studies for girls.
But, Judith had chosen it for herself. She had decided that this was the direction in which she wished to devote her life. She had decided that this was where she belonged.
People had many comments about Judith, as they always do about a girl who was as beautiful as she. Attention was paid to her. But she was usually quite unaware of all of it.
And yet there were always eyes on her. Why does a girl who looks like that choose this sort of life? She had never dated. There were certainly horny males around who longed for a chance to get near her, but none got that chance.
No matter what Judith did, she could never hide her beauty.
She was a luscious girl, but everyone remarked about how tense she always seemed. The girl was never able to relax. Her body was always rigid. Her breathing was always stilted.
She was particularly nervous on this day as she stood at the door of the fine house and rang the bell.
Her older brother, Daniel, was in jail, accused of raping Caroline Falcone. It was that news that had brought the speedy response from Judith. She had to do something about that.
A rugged looking man opened the door and looked at the lovely blonde girl.
"Mr. Falcone, I'd like to speak to you, if I may," the girl said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes?" he asked, still standing in the doorway, waiting for her to continue.
She was afraid he would shut the door on her as soon as he knew who she was. "May I come in?"
"What's your business with me, miss?" he asked, his voice a little sterner.
"Please," she said. "This is awfully important to me. May I come inside?"
He stepped aside and ushered her into the hallway. The two of them stood, face to face, and he said, "Yes?"
"May name is Judith Keller ... My brother is Daniel Keller...." She waited.
"Oh. I see. Well, I have no business to discuss with you. Your lawyer can call my lawyer."
"Please! Please, sir! We can't afford a lawyer. My brother has been working his way through school and he's also been supporting my way through school. We have no one else."
"That's not my problem. He should have thought of that before he raped my virgin daughter."
"Sir, if you'd just give me a moment of your time. Do you know that ... Well, I went to see my brother just now and he swore to me, he swore on the bible, that your daughter was willing, that she was his willing partner, and that he didn't rape...."
"Lies! That's a damn fuckin' lie! I will not have any slut sister of a rapist...."
"I beg you!" the girl fell to her knees. "I'm studying to devote my life to religion. It's only the goodness of my brother that's permitted me to pursue this life. If you should take him away ... for this ... Oh, sir, be merciful...."
He stepped back away from the beautiful blonde girl. "Get up. Get up. You're embarrassing me."
The girl stumbled as she stood up and he pointed toward his study. "We'll talk in there."
She followed him into the study and then he pulled the double doors shut. The room was completely paneled in dark wood with fine craftsmanship evident all over. The furniture was in black leather and rosewood. The man sat at the large chair that swiveled around from the desk.
The desk faced a floor to ceiling window that looked out on a tropical fish pond.
But, the man turned his back to that window and those fish, and he faced the girl. She was standing up in front of him, but rudeness did not trouble him at that time.
He looked up and down the girl's luscious body and really appreciated how beautiful she was for the first time.
"So, you've come here to plead for your brother's freedom?" he asked.
She nodded her head. "I know that he's committed a crime, that he's sinned. Oh, even if your daughter was ... willing ... as he claims she was, that doesn't take the sting away from his actions. I know what he did. What he did was something very wrong."
"And yet you're here to plead for leniency for your brother."
"Oh, yes, sir. I know that what he did was wrong. But it was a fault ... Well, sir, the bible tells us that as soon as a man has thought of performing an evil deed the sin is already on him. Well, then, think of how many men deserve to be punished for that same sin."
"Surely. And yet," Lenny Falcone said. "I've often looked at a nice Mercedes on the street and thought of how much I'd like to own it. According to what you say, we shouldn't put car thieves in jail for stealing cars because I deserve to be in their with them."
"The bible says...." the girl stammered, unable to answer him.
"The bible says an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth," Lenny Falcone said.
"I ... uh, don't understand what that has to do with anything...."
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "How much do you care about your brother?"
"Oh, I care about him beyond anything else, sir. He's done everything for me since we lost our parents. He's given up opportunities so that he could look after me...."
"And now you'd like to look after him?" the man asked, an insinuating tone in his voice.
She nodded her head. "Sir, I would bribe you with the most precious gift I have."
There was a broad smile on the man's face as he asked, "Would you now?"
"Yes, sir. The most precious gift. I will light a candle for you and send a prayer to heaven every day of my life ... What could be more precious than that?"
The smile disappeared from Lenny Falcone's face. "That wasn't what I had in mind."
"I don't understand." Even as the girl said that, she watched as the man stood up and went over to the large window that looked out on the driveway. He pulled a cord at the side of that window and heavy drapes slid toward the center, obstructing the view.
There was still plenty of light that was streaming in through the window that looked out on the tropical fish pond. But, since that pond was surrounded by a high wall on all three of the other sides, there was privacy in spite of the large window.
He sat down in his chair again. The girl was still standing in front of him.
"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth," he grumbled to himself.
"Sir?" she asked, nervously. She was still terribly unsure of what was happening.
"You heard what I said. Now, what I want to know is how much you want your brother to be freed."
"Mr. Falcone, I already told you ... I owe Daniel a great deal and...."
"And how much are you willing to do in order to secure his freedom?"
"Sir?" It was a question. The girl didn't understand what he wanted to know.
"How much? What are you willing to do in order to convince me to free him? Let me put it in a crude way-what's in it for me? Huh? I'm a businessman and I think in those terms."
He was badgering her. His tone was gruff and insistent and nasty.
She shook her head-dizzy, confused. She stepped back a little bit.
"Stand right where you are. Your brother raped my daughter. He took the virginity of my daughter. Are you a virgin?" He was snapping those questions at the girl, one after another.
After a pause of a moment, she nodded her head. He shouted, "Did you have to think about it?"
"No. No, of course not. I've devoted my life to religion. I'm pure."
"Your brother took the purity of my virgin daughter. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I want to be paid back, I want the account made even for what he took from me.
She gasped. Suddenly, very suddenly, his demand was crystal clear to the girl.
She felt vulnerable. She felt nervous. She put her hands in front of her body, even though she was fully dressed. She felt that she had to do something to protect herself.
"I want you to begin, Miss Keller, by taking all your clothes off. Right now."
"Mr. Falcone, you must be ... t-t-trying to ... N-no, you c-can't mean this...."
"Miss Keller ... Judith," he said, a wry smile on his face. "I'll give you a choice. You can either remove all your clothes, right now, as you stand there, or you can leave.
"If you leave now then you will never see your brother freed from prison. I'll see to it that my own legal firm, quite a good one, joins in with the district attorney for the case against your brother. It'll be about five years before you see him out ... if he manages to survive in prison. I have my doubts as to whether he'll make it through."
"No-o-o-o-o!" the girl cried out, an anguished gut-wrenching cry.
"Or you can remove all of your clothes, Judith. It's your choice."
"And then ... I mean, if I were to ... what else would you ... uh ... "
"I told you to do it now. If you're not ready to begin taking off your clothes now then you can forget about it, Judith. This is it. Strip or leave here, girl."
Her hands were shaking as she slid her dark blue blazer from her arms and let it ball to the floor.
The girl had never been undressed in front of a male before. In fact, she was so very modest that generally she was too shy to remove all her clothes in front of the other girls at school. She was a very private person, in spite of the fact that her body was much admired.
She could scarcely get her fingers around the zipper that was in the back of her jumper. She worked the zipper all the way down and then she peeled the shoulder straps from her arms.
The jumper was worked from her body as if she were peeling the skin from a grape.
And then it slid down her legs and she stepped out of it. Her legs were shaking. They were very shapely legs indeed. The man still wasn't able to have a good view of the clinging white panties that the girl was wearing. Her white blouse was hanging down over the" panties and her high socks came all the way up to her knees, of course.
She slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her throat was dry. She felt very nervous.
Once the blouse was open all the way the man could see the modest white bra that the girl wore. Her large breasts seemed to be held captive by the white cups. He could see the way the tops of the cups and the straps of the bra were cutting into her creamy flesh.
The breasts looked like two loaves of unbrowned bread which had risen due to too much yeast and were already ready to overflow the containing cups..
Once the blouse fell to the floor, the man had quite a view. Her knee socks were still on, and her bra and panties were still on. The clinging white fabric of her undergarments really accented her body. The panties cut into the cheeks of her fleshy ass, leaving diagonal lines that cut across each of the rounded, fleshy mounds.
The girl's face was bright red. It was difficult for her to deal with this exposure.
When she glanced at the man's face, he waved with one hand and said, "Go on."
She stepped out of her shoes and then worked down the dark blue knee socks. Her feet settled into the deep, plush rug that was covering the floor. It was comfortable between her toes.
Then she reached around behind her back and opened the snap of her bra. Once again she glanced at his face. He was rubbing the bulge in the front of his pants.
"Take it off, virgin," he grunted, chuckling a little bit.
Her breasts sprang up to freedom. Her nipples were pointed and bright pink. He was the first man to ever look at her mature tits. She was humiliated by that fact.
The man licked his lips because of the beauty of the breasts that he saw. They were perfectly rounded, just as if they were two halves of a canteloupe. "Play with your tits," he suddenly snapped.
"Huh?"
"Put your fingers on your nipples ... Both hands, both nipples. Just put your thumb and your forefinger on each of them ... That's it. That's what I want to see...."
Her teeth were chattering, she was feeling so much fear. She positioned her fingers just where he wanted them to be. Her thumb and her forefinger were at each of her tits.
"Now rub them up and down. Work them up. Get them excited, you little virgin."
This was alien to the girl. She had frigged her pussy. That was something that she found terribly embarrassing. She felt very sinful about the fact that she played with herself and had sexual thoughts. She fought against it all the time. And so, on the occasions when she had played with her pussy, she had never fondled her tits or anything like that.
She didn't know how to enhance her pleasure. She hadn't been able to accept her pleasure.
Now, she felt waves of pleasure rushing through her nervous body as she worked her fingers back and forth over her nipples, as the man had commanded. She kept glancing at him, meeting his eyes, and then blushing. Her fingers kept on rubbing her tits.
The girl hadn't even known before that that it was possible for her nipples to stand up hard and erect. She hadn't even known that this was supposed to be an erotic spot on her body.
She pressed her thighs together. There was moisture on her cunt lips. The wetness was making the fabric of her panties cling to her pussy lips, take on the outline of her cunt lips.
Judith was completely naked except for her panties, the plain white nylon panties that she always wore.
"Okay, now take down your panties, you little virgin," he hissed. "Let me see your virgin snatch."
Her fingers slid into the clinging elastic waistband of her panties and then she slowly worked them from her shapely hips. She could feel the air all around her body. She knew that she was completely exposed in front of him, even though her eyes were closed.
He stood up quickly. When he did stand up she could see the outline of the dick that was sticking up in the front of his pants, making the front of his pants tent out.
The man stripped to the waist in an instant, revealing his hairy, powerfully built body. Then he opened his pants and tugged down his pants and shorts at the same time, stepping out of his shoes as he did. He stood completely naked in front of her, his dick arching up at a right angle.
His balls were dangling at the base of his dick. There was a thick mat of hair at the base of his dick and there was hair covering the rest of his body, almost as thick, as well.
It was his cock that got most of the girl's attention. She tried to look away from the huge monster, but she couldn't bring herself to take her eyes off it. She couldn't look at anything else.
This was the first bare penis she had ever seen. Actually, the truth of the matter was, she had once accidentally seen her brother when he had come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and the towel fell open. She had seen his dick then. And she had remembered what that male organ looked like, but she was now looking at a dick that was going to rip her open.
She was looking at the instrument of her undoing, at the penis that was going to take her virginity. The girl was standing naked with the huge, threatening man. She was shivering with fear.
She didn't know if she would be able to complete this.
But she had to try.
CHAPTER SIX
"Get on your knees in front of me, you little virgin," he snarled.
Judith didn't know what to do except to follow the commands who controlled the life of her beloved brother. She slid down to her knees and then looked up toward his face for his next comma nd.
But even as she looked up at his face she was still very much aware of the throbbing cock that stood up long and erect so close to her. She was aware of it as the man walked toward her.
The dick waved with each step that he took, closer and closer to the girl, more threatening all the time.
"Kiss it," he whispered, a hoarse and coarse whisper that was very clearly audible in the silent room.
There was a whimper, a whimper that she could not control in the back of her throat. She looked up at his face and he could see that her eyes were moist and very wide.
"Kiss it." The man was insistent. He took another step toward the kneeling girl. His dick was a few inches from her lips.
She brought her lips over to the tip of his cock and planted a quick kiss there.
The girl, as she took her lips away from the hot flesh, was aware that a little of the drooling moisture which was on the head of the big dick, had now transferred to her lips.
"Use your tongue. Open your lips and take the head of it in your mo uth."
She swallowed hard and met his eyes for a moment. She wanted to say something, her lips parted, but she didn't know what to say. She felt that she was already dirtied, having gone this far.
"Take the head of it in your mouth, bitch," he grunted at the girl.
She wrapped her lips around the head of the cock and her tongue made contact with the slick flesh right underneath the cock head. The flesh was slick because that was where the moisture had drooled out of his piss slit. She really, really tasted that moisture for the first time.
As soon as she was aware of the slightly bitter, slightly salty, slightly indiscernible flavor of the pre-cum that dribbled out of his cock head, she pulled her lips away and wiped her tongue with the back of her hand.
"Suck my dick, you dainty little virgin," Lenny Falcone snarled as he grabbed her by the back of her head.
Now it was an angry move, a sudden move. He was giving her no chance to pull away.
The huge rammer pushed between the girl's lips. Her teeth brushed along the length of it. He slapped her on the side of the face. It was hard, a little bit. It wasn't hard enough to really hurt her, to create a stinging pain that would really stay with her. But it was hard enough so that the girl would get the message. "No teeth, bitch. If I feel your teeth at all, you'll lose them."
She strained her jaw. Her jaw muscles were aching. She felt as if she had dislocated the bones where they came together. She had her mouth stretched open as far as it would go.
And the cock was pressing down against her tongue, weighing her tongue down.
Even as it was sliding against her tongue, she could feel the flared head of it brushing along the roof of her mouth. And then an instant later she could feel the big head of it pushing against the back of her throat. She gagged and her throat muscles clasped together.
Her throat muscles pushed at the cock head and propelled it out of her mouth again.
Then the stud pushed his dick forward again and rammed it against those very muscles.
And once again the throat muscles clasped together and pushed the dick backwards out of the girl's mouth.
But his hips were insistent. Each time he was pushed back by the muscles of her throat he would push forward again. The throat muscles were becoming distended with the constant battering they were receiving. Each time he pushed forward he was able to get in a little bit further.
He was working his powerful hips back and forth in a fucking motion, fucking her face.
His hands were behind her head, holding her in place, keeping her there to suck his cock. His hands were insistent. The movement of his hips was just as insistent.
There was a steady tempo and her throat muscles soon become adapted to that tempo.
The massaging of the cock head against her tongue and then against the muscles in the back of her throat was sending wild sensations through her flesh. She could feel the tingling on her tongue and on the muscles of her throat. She could feel the excitement that mixed with the fear in her body.
In and out the huge rammer was working, harder and harder.
But then, suddenly, the big stud pulled his dick out of the girl's throat. It was still glistening and it was standing up more and straight. It was angling up toward his hairy belly.
The big head of it was flared out, threatening. The piss slit was drooling pre-cum.
His balls were danling, heavy and big, and they looked loaded and ready.
It was the girl's own spit that was making the flesh of his penis glisten in the light of the room, the light that was coming in from the tropical fish pond and the little garden that surrounded it.
Now that he had pulled his dick out of her mouth, the girl was even more frightened than she had been.
"Get down on the floor. Get on your back with your legs up," he commanded.
She slowly got into the position he had commanded. Every muscle in her body was tensed up.
The man, who was standing over her, lightly stroking his dick, not wanting to lose the wetness of the girl's saliva that coated the prong, liked seeing her that way. He even enjoyed the tension in her body. That was all part of the thrill for him.
He suddenly pounced down on the girl, his hard dick right up against her body. He pushed his cock head against the lips of her pussy. She could feel his broad, hairy chest pressing against her youthful, beautifully formed breasts. His whole body was against her whole body.
But, more than anything else, she was aware of the head of his dick and the way it was pressing against her cunt lips. She was aware of the flared head and the amount of pressure that was being forced against the lips of her cunt. She could feel it.
He pushed the head of his cock against the lips of her cunt and he reached down and spread the pussy lips. The girl could not control her erratic breathing then.
This was the first time that she had ever had a man's fingers against her pussy lips. This was the first time she had ever had a man's dick against her virgin lips.
She knew that this was the beginning of the enu ior her. it was the beginning of the end of her virginity.
He pushed the head of his dick against the outer labia and, because he was spreading them with his fingers, he managed to lodge the flared head of his huge monster cock between those lips. He could feel the lips, moist and warm and almost like molded clay, wrapping themselves around the head of his cock. He could also feel the inner labia pressing together against the front of his cock. He could feel the way they were clinging as he pushed forward.
When he pushed forward hard enough he managed to get the inner labia to separate.
The girl could feel the stretching inside of her body. It was a severe stretching, unlike any she had known. She could feel the pressure of the big dick between the lips.
The cock was opening her up, spreading her out. The muscles in her thighs were being strained because of the pressure of the dick that was pushing into her, because something in her body was telling her to fight back against that pressure.
He pushed forward and he could feel the pressure that was fighting him, the pressure that was insistently holding the pussy in place even as he pushed forward.
And then the dick was brushing against her clit. She bounced up and down.
Suddenly she seemed like a bronco that was trying to get him to dismount. He chuckled.
It was the thrill that rushed through her body when he flicked that little switch in her body that was her clitoris. She could feel the waves of passion, even as she tried her best to fight off the waves of passion that coursed all through her.
Fire! Ice! Shivering! Gasping! Everything at the same time.
And then she settled down and held her breath. There was one thing she felt more than all the other sensations. She felt the cock pressing against her virgin sheath.
Her hymen, the delicate membrane of flesh that was like a moist leaf, was being prodded by the cock head.
And as she felt that she was aware of an image, a particular memory that was very much alive for her. She remembered that when she was in kindergarten there was a little girl who was her friend. It was spring. That other little girl, whatever her name was, brought in a leaf as part of "show and tell" for the day. The little girl said that this leaf was special because you couldn't rip it. She demonstrated that for the class by pulling at the leaf and trying to pull it apart. It was very thick and it wouldn't rip.
Then the teacher passed the leaf around the class so that everyone in the room could try the same experiment. Even now, as Judith thought back on the incident, she wondered what it was that made it impossible for the leaf to rip when it was pulled in two directions at once.
But, when the leaf made its way to Judith and she pulled on it she became very curious indeed about the properties of the leaf. Instead of pulling in two directions, she asked the little girl who was her friend, "But, what would happen if I pull it in this direction?"
As she spoke she pulled up on one side of the leaf and down on the other side of the leaf.
There was a ripping. There was a loud wailing and terrible tears from the other little girl whose name Judith couldn't recall.
The leaf was still in Judith's hands, but it was ripped apart.
And now she felt the same thing.
The ripping sensation was in her body. The wailing was the echo of that little girl's cry when her "show and tell" leaf was ripped apart by the experimenting hands of the curious girl.
Judith's cry of pain was only heard inside her own head.
Then there was a burning sensation. There was a sizzling, stinging, electrical feeling that coursed through the walls of her cunt. There was moisture, but the moisture only seemed to be carrying the volts of electricity that were causing her entire body to tingle.
The flared head of the cock was spreading open the cunt flesh at' the depths of her pussy. It was working her insides wide open. Then it pulled back and she felt it grabbing onto her flesh and pulling the flesh inside out as if it were all glued together.
And then the cock pushed forward again, and then back again.
In and out. It was stilled glued to the walls of her cunt in spite of all the moisture.
There just wasn't enough moisture, there wasn't enough lubrication for the cock to slide.
And so, when the dick pulled back and when it pushed forward, it was still stuck on the walls of the pussy. The girl felt her insides being pummeled and worked back and forth.
The man knew that he had to take it easy for a moment, but he wasn't about to make it easy for the girl.
He worked his hips to one side and then to the other side. His dick was fully erect and it was pressing against all the walls of her cunt, spreading her out and urging more and more lubrication into the love tunnel. He worked his way in and out of her pussy.
Slamming forward and then pulling back, he was having one hell of a good time.
In spite of the anxiety that the girl felt she could tell that there was more lubrication in her cunt. The initial hot lubrication, which was the hot wetness of her own blood, was finally being replaced by the juices that oozed out of the walls of her cunt.
And so he was able to work his dick in and out of her hot box.
As the lubrication increased he was really sliding his cock in and out of the tunnel. He was letting it gently slither along the lubricated passageway.
He pulled back all the way so that the flared head of the cock was pressing againt the girl's clit and pulling backwards on it. Then he pushed all the way forward so that he was slamming his dick against the depths of her cunt, jarring the girl's whole body.
Each time he pulled back she felt a tingling sensation in her cunt and she gasped. Each time he pushed forward into the depth of her pussy, she grunted, feeling her body shaken up.
He kept on doing it that hard but got faster and faster all the time.
The big man was speeding up the movements. The girl felt greater anxiety. She could feel the way her muscles were becoming completely distended. She was stretched out and she felt that she would never be able to tense her muscles together again.
In and out the dick kept on moving and the walls of her pussy became thick with the juices of her body. The walls of her cunt were like a sponge that was sopping up the wetness that oozed out of her body. And so, the love tunnel was getting tighter all the time.
So, the movements of his stiff dick got harder all the time. He was really slamming it into her.
And somewhere, deep in her body, the ignition switch was flipped and she felt her cunt walls suddenly pulling tight and wrapping around the dick, sucking the juice out of the dick.
His cock was pulled, sucked harder into the depths of her pussy.
He felt his balls pulling up against his body so hard that he thought they were going to be sucked into the depths of the pussy as well. He tensed up. His cock pulsated and sent a load of juice streaming into the depths of her cunt. He was throbbing and shooting more and more of the hot wetness against the very depths of her hot box.
And since they were both cumming together, he could feel the cunt walls undulating against his stiff dick and sucking more juice out of his prong and she could feel the cock throbbing against the depths of her pussy and prolonging her own orgasm.
The two of them kept on cumming, kept on longer than either of them had ever imagined it was possible to cum.
He had taken her virginity. He had forced her to submit to him.
As he slowly worked his dick out of her pussy and flopped down on the floor next to her, she looked over at him and grunted, "You won't forget about ... my brother. You promised to free him."
He just looked at her and glared. She looked away from him, embarrassed about the great price she had paid.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the same house there was Caroline, the girl whose lustful passions had started all of these problems. She was the one who had longed to have sex with her boyfriend, Daniel. It was because she was caught in the act of sex with him that Daniel was put in jail.
The trauma she had gone through the previous night when her stepmother found her with Daniel's dick still inside her pussy and forced her to keep that cock inside her as she was spanked and then Daniel was spanked, forced both of them to continue their liaison through so many other orgasms that the two of them were aching by the time it was overthat trauma was still with her.
She felt a throbbing in her cunt. She felt guilt haunting her.
There was guilt because she had had sex. There was guilt because Daniel was imprisoned now for her rape and she felt impotent, fearful of her father, to have him released. And she felt guilt because she felt a longing in her cunt that would not go away.
Was it the fact that she had been fucked so severely and so consistently for such a long period of time, that the pussy flesh had been ripped up by the slamming dick? Or was it merely the fact that something in her mind had snapped because of all the things she had been put through in such a short period of time? She couldn't think in those terms.
The only thing the girl knew was that there was a throbbing sensation in her pussy.
Prior to the fucking of the previous night there were many times when she had felt a sexual need or a sexual hunger, but there was never anything like this. It was a feeling that would not go away. She frigged herself, she fingered her cunt, but the feeling was still there.
She soaked in a hot tub and tried to calm the sensations inside her, but she only ended up feeling sexy. She only ended up working her fingers against her cunt.
That was a wonderful sensation-frigging herself in the warm water of the tub.
And yet, each time she frigged herself she was hoping that she would be through with the longing. But that didn't happen. It kept on going for her. She kept on feeling the need in her body.
She was being held prisoner in her room. There was a guard out in front of the door.
The girl pulled the door open as she wore only her short robe. "Can I talk to you? I feel lonely."
"Your father told me that I'm not to talk to you, miss. Sorry."
She let the robe fall open and she touched her exposed breasts. She let her fingers move down to her pussy lips. The guard's eyes were wide. But then he jumped up and said, "You're gonna make trouble for me. I need this job." He pulled the door shut and locked it.
Caroline was shaking from the tension, from the need, from the hunger.
She had to get something inside her pussy. She needed it. She knew that she had to get out of there. If she stayed in that bedroom she would go mad.
Already she could see that on the horizon. She knew, she understood, that madness was a very real possibility. It was coming closer to her, closer all the time.
Madness! It was a frightening thought. She pulled the blankets up over her head and she curled up in a fetal position. What was it like when someone was ready to be tossed into the loony bin? She hadn't ever had any experience with that. She wished she had someone in her life who could answer that question, someone she could even ask that question.
What would it be like if it was going to happen to her?
She had to get out of that room! She didn't know how she would escape, but she had to do it.
Looking out of the bedroom window she saw the part of the roof that was over the kitchen on the first floor. It was steep, but she knew that she would be able to slide down it.
Now that she had to do it,.she knew that she would be able to do it.
Then there was a tree that was right there. She would be able to climb down the tree. She had climbed that tree often when she was a little girl, and she was surely as limber.
The girl dressed in clothes that would be functional for her escape. Then she went to the door and she knocked on it. The guard shouted, "I won't open the door."
"That's okay. I just wanted to tell you that I'm going in for another bath so don't disturb
"That's good. That'll calm you down, girl," the man said in a gruff voice.
"Yes. I'll lie in the tub for a good, long time," the girl said.
Then she went into the bathroom and started the water in the tub. The sound of the water running would continue, but she left the stopper up so that the water wouldn't fill up the tub.
And then she went to the window. She took a sheet from the closet and tied one end of it to the bedpost. It really would be something to hold onto as she slid down the slanted roof to the tree.
She tossed it out of the window and then worked her way down the sheet. She was close to the tree and she grabbed onto the limb. It was shaky. She had weighed less the last time she managed to climb this tree. She steadied herself.
Looking down she saw that the gardener's truck was there. That was perfect, if only she managed to get to the bottom of the tree without being seen.
As soon as she jumped from the lowest branch of the tree, she ran to the truck and climbed into the back.
She curled up under a blanket in the back of the truck and hoped that she wouldn't be found there, that she wouldn't be detected soon, that the guard upstairs wouldn't notice that she was missing.
And then she was aware of the doors in the back of the truck opening. Someone tossed something in on top of her. She was hit in the guts by a rake. Something else was tossed in.
But the girl wasn't hurt. She was okay. She remained silent under the blanket and an instant later the doors in the front of the truck were opened and two gardeners climbed into the front seats.
She felt the truck moving. She heard the engine. She knew that she was on her way to freedom. But, where was she headed, what was she headed for? She didn't know.
The girl wasn't well-balanced emotionally right at that point. She was still shaken up because of all that had happened the previous night. She had a sexual hunger, that was the only thing she knew clearly and succinctly. She was going to take care of her sexual hunger.
Peeking out from under the blanket where she was hiding, she looked at the two gardeners. She had often seen the two of them in the past. She reached down for her pussy lips and touched herself.
She longed to get near the two of them, to get some of the satisfaction she felt she needed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Georgia was standing and waiting for Hal at his apartment building when he arrived back there.
He ushered her into his apartment and as soon as he turned around to face her, having closed the door, he saw that she was down on her knees with her head bowed. "Sir," she softly said.
Hal looked down at her and paused. "Talk to me, Georgia," he said.
She was startled. She looked up at him, confused by his remark.
"How do you feel about being my submissive slave?" he asked the girl.
Her lips started to move and no words came out. She couldn't find the words.
"Those who are submissive, those who are masochistic, are often afraid to speak up, often find themselves embarrassed by the very things that turn them on." There wasn't the slightest hint of embarrassment in Hal's tone of voice. He was sure of himself, confident.
Georgia smiled a little because she knew that what he was saying was right on target.
"Sometimes, that is to say for some people, it's just easier to hand themselves over into another person's hands. It's easier for them to give themselves to someone else and let that other person take charge of what's going to happen to them. That way, they don't have to take the blame or the responsibihty for their own enjoyment." He smiled as he looked down at the girl. "How do you feel?"
"Confused."
"Do you want to be my slave, Georgia? That's the only question I really need answered."
She nodded her head and said, "Yes, sir. Yes, I want that very much."
A few minutes later, the girl was naked and lying on the bed. Her arms were tied behind her and her legs were up in the air, tied to the headboard, on either side of her head.
She was looking up at her powerfully built Master. He was nude except for the black boots that he was wearing. He had a huge throbbing erection standing out in front of him..
He played with the tip of his dick up and down along the slit of her pussy. He was toying with her and he could feel the bit of moisture that was drooling out of her cunt lips.
The stud knew that he was getting his slave wet and hot for his cock and that he was building up the longing in her cunt. "A slave doesn't always get what she wants. She always gets what her Master wants. You're going to have to learn to sublimate your desires to the desires of your Master."
"Yes, Master. Oh, yes, sir...." she moaned, feeling the wetness inside her.
But then he moved his dick down from her cunt. Since her legs were tied up in the air and her bottom was raised up, she was actually resting her weight on her shoulders. Her ass was jutting out toward him and he slid his stiff dick up and down along the crack of her ass.
She tensed up when she felt that. He slapped her across the cheeks of her ass and hissed, "If your Master wants your bottom, then you are not to tense up. If I tell you to relax, that will be enough. I order you. I command you to be prepared for the invasion of my dick in your ass."
There was a slight moan that seemed to come from the depths of the girl's throat.
Then the stud reached over to the side of the bed and he took a container of hand cream that was standing there. It was clear to the girl that he knew in advance just what he was going to do to her.
He got his fingers all wet with the cream and then he slid it up and down along the crack of her ass. Then he pressed three fingers into the hot orifice of her anal opening.
She tensed up. That was too much all at once. He just worked one finger into her and wriggled it around. Then he pulled that back and replaced it with two fingers. He worked the two fingers around and then he worked them in and out as if they were scissors that were going to spread her open.
He pulled the fingers out of her. The girl realized that her Master had been greasing up his dick with the very same hand cream as he was working his fingers around in her butt.
Once his fingers were out of her hot anal opening, he pressed the head of his cock against that spot.
"I know that your pussy is hot and ready for fucking. But, you're not going to get it there."
"Yes, Master," she sighed softly as she felt the cock head pressing against her anal opening.
He pushed forward and the girl felt her ass hole being pushed into her body.
She inhaled sharply through her clenched teeth as she felt the sphincter being spread open by the pressure of the flared head of the cock. She felt the cock going into her body.
And then there was a snapping. The cock head was inside her. Her sphincter was wrapped around the neck of the penis. There was enough grease on the dick and on the anal opening so that it was able to move forward. And that's when the girl really started to feel it happening to her.
She could hardly believe the sensation. It was something like shitting, but then again it was nothing like it. There was that pressure, the pressure she felt when she sat on the toilet and waste products moved out of her body. But, this time it was something stiff, something iron hard and furnace hot that was moving into her body, that was straightening out the girl's insides.
And then, after the slow movement into her body, there was a forward thrust.
The final part of his dick, the thickest part of it, pushed all the way into her body. The base of his dick was pressed right up against the girl's body.
She could feel his hard, flat stomach pressing against the rounded flesh of her thighs and she could feel the man's balls pressing down, resting against her smooth ass.
He pulled back a little bit but the anal ring was clinging to the flesh at the base of his dick. Then he pushed forward and the broad head of his dick pushed hard against the depths of the girl's body. Then he pulled back out of her by just a little bit.
This time the lubrication was almost sufficient. His dick did detach from the flesh of the clinging anal ring and then he felt the ring sliding along the base of his dick.
She, in turn, felt the broad head of his cock weighing down against her love tunnel.
He pushed forward and then pulled backwards. Each time he did it it was only by the slightest little increments. He was working back and forth and back and forth all the time.
And soon he was sliding all the way out and then pushing back into her.
The girl had almost forgotten about the hot hunger in her pussy. This was the taking of her anal virginity and she couldn't believe the degree of pleasure she was feeling.
She wanted it harder and longer and that was just the way she was getting it from her Master.
Each time he pulled out of her cunt, the flared head of his cock was pulling back against the tender flesh of her sphincter. Then when he pushed into her again he was slamming against the depths of hr body.
It was all happening so fast and so hard that the bound girl couldn't tell what was going on. Was this was cunt that was being stimulated so? No, it was her ass. But, the waves of passion were rushing up to her cunt, up to her tits, up to her brain.
There were so many little nerve endings all around the anal opening that the girl could feel the passion rushing all through her body with the quick and hard movements of the cock.
Even though she was bound to the bed and even though she was being fucked up the ass rather than up her pussy, she was pleased to be where she was. She was serving her Master.
She couldn't stop to analyze it. Analyze! Anal! She smiled because of the thought. But, no, she couldn't stop to work out why she was feeling so good. It just felt good.
There are so many things in life that feel bad, it was worth it to feel good.
The two gardeners were startled when they discovered the strange cargo they had in their truck.
"You're the Falcone girl. What were you doing hiding in the truck?" It was the taller of the two. He had dark brown hair that was trimmed pretty close. He had a powerful body and a strong jaw, but his turned up nose and thick lower lip made him look rather boyish.
For an instant the girl was about to take a pleading tone. She was on the verge of begging them not to return her to her father and to help her escape, but then the shorter of the two, a stocky guy with curly dark hair said, "I heard them talking about her. They said they were keeping her locked up in her room. Are you trying to escape?"
And suddenly her defensiveness took a domineering turn. "If you guys try to being me back to the house I'll tell my father that you helped me escape and then wanted to turn me in to get a reward from him He'll believe me, of course, and the two of you will be out of a job and you'll probably be criminally prosecuted."
The two gardeners looked at each other and then the tall one, the driver said, "Okay. Just get out of the truck. We never saw you back there. We don't know what happened to you, if anyone asks."
But the girl shook her head and said, "Drive to the park, to the stream."
"What? Nobody's around there at this time of year. What do you...?"
"You heard me ... Unless of course you want to be prosecuted for kidnapping."
The taller of the two started up the truck again. The dark-haired beauty climbed out of the back of the truck and sat on the console that was between the two front seats.
He was taking the direction that she wanted him to go. She was watching.
She kept on looking from one to the other. Then, when he was stopped for a traffic light, she grabbed at the outline of the tall gardener's penis inside the front of his jeans.
He tensed up and said, "Do you want to get us all killed in here?"
"You didn't hit anything, did you?" she asked him in a coy voice.
"What do you think you're doing, grabbing me there?" he stammered.
He tried to pull her hand away from his crotch as she started to open the zipper. She slapped his hand and said, "The light changed. Go to the stream, now. And don't stop me from doing what I want to do. ... don't stop me if you know what's good for you."
She pulled down his zipper as he was driving. The curly haired gardener who was sitting on the other side of her was watching with envy in his eyes.
The girl reached into the fly of the tall driver of the truck and she tugged at his undershorts to try to get his dick out of his fly. She pulled the dick out and stroked it until it was hard. The big stud was nervous as he drove along with his cock out of his pants.
As the girl was doing that, the curly haired one opened his own pants and pulled out his dick. He started to stroke it to hardness and then the girl turned to look at him, She wrapped one hand around the tall guy's dick and one around the curly haired guy's dick.
The girl was stroking them both off as they were driving along.
Mel was the name of the curly haired one and Norman was the tall driver. Mel pulled the girl's hand off his meat. "I don't wanna cum here in the truck like this."
"We're gonna get ourselves in trouble, you know that, Mel."
"Oh, come on," the shorter guy said to his buddy. "We're not forcing the girl to do anything."
Since she had a free hand, Caroline reached down and started to finger herself between the legs. Even though she was wearing slacks, she was able to press the fabric against the lips of her pussy. As she rubbed her fingers up and down against the flesh, she could feel the moisture welling up once again. She was counting on getting her cunt filled.
They were driving through the park, driving toward the stream now. That was a lovely part of the park, a lovely part of the town. Norman stopped the truck and turned to the girl.
She looked at one of them and then at the other. "Who wants to be inside me first."
"Are you hot for it?" Norman asked the girl in a soft voice.
"What a fuckin' dumb question," Mel said, grabbing Caroline by the hand and pulling her out of the truck.
The two of them were down on the grass together and Caroline was giggling as he pulled her slacks and panties down at the same time. He had her stripped from the waist down and then he forced her legs apart, wide, as far as they would go.
Then he tugged his dick out of his pants once more. This time he tugged his pants and shorts down so that his cock was fully free. Then he pressed the head of his dick against her cunt lips.
"It's wet and hot as a swamp down here," he shouted to his buddy.
Norman was still sitting on the seat of the truck and watching the scene that was going on in front of him. He was concerned about getting in trouble with his employer, but he was turned on.
It was clear that the girl was willing. She was more than just willing. She was eager for it.
He pressed the head of his dick in his hand and stroked it slowly. He had to jerk off as he watched the beautiful girl getting fucked. But he didn't want to cum that way.
It was Mel who was sliding the length of his huge prong into the depths of the girl's hot box. He could feel the moist walls of flesh that wrapped themselves around the head of his dick and the dinging pussy lips, the inner labia, that welcomed his dick forward.
As he pushed his cock forward, he could feel the way the cunt lips parted for him.
And then he was inside the girl. The full length of the prong had managed to slide all the way into the depths of her cunt. She arched her hips up.
It was incredible that the previous day she had been a virgin. This was only the second man to ever be inside her like this. Mel never would have believed that.
The traumatic experiences surrounding her loss of virginity had changed the girl greatly, wildly. She had turned into an uncontrollable nymphomaniac and so Mel was only the start for her.
As he fucked her, she was riding his dick. Even though she was lying underneath him, she was tensing and relaxing her body so that she was pushing herself up against him, taking more of his cock into her pussy, and then relaxing down, permitting the cock to pull back from her pussy. Each time he pulled back out of her, she was relaxed so that his dick pulled all the way back, leaving only the flared head of it between her cunt lips, pressing against her clit.
And then when he pushed back into her cunt, she arched her hips up so that she really felt his dick slamming hard against the depths of her body.
"Never ... had ... such a ... hot ... fuckin' ... cunt...." Each time he spoke a word he slammed the full length of his dick all the way against the depths of her twat.
Perspiration was standing out on his brow and perspiration was making his shirt stick to his body. And then he felt himself being drained. As he felt himself cumming, the girl started to bounce up and down on the ground, working the juice out of his cock.
"Aaaarrgghhaarh!" he cried out. He wanted her to stop moving, but couldn't say that.
There was so much pleasure in his body, so much that was happening all at once, that he had to pull away from her, letting the dribbling cum drool from the head of his dick.
He looked at the girl who had drained him so, but she was already turning toward Norman.
Her legs were spread and she reached down and played with her cunt lips, making them wink at the taller stud. "Come on. Take care of me," she moaned in a whining voice.
"Fuckin', ball-bustin' bitch," Norman said as he pulled down his pants and tugged them off over his boots along with his underpants. He pulled open his shirt and stood there like that, his dick standing up stiff and erect, his boots and his shirt on.
He was stroking his dick and standing over the girl who was squirming on the ground.
Reaching d own he suddenly grabbed her hand. He lifted her up from the ground and tossed her onto a rock. She was lying back on the rock. It wasn't large enough to act like a bed for her. Her head was on the rock, but her legs were dangling over. That was just perfect for Norman.
He tugged the girl to the edge of the rock, so that her spread pussy was right at the edge of it.
Norman was standing up and the girl was lying back. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips and then he positioned himself. The girl was just at the right height so that he could stuff his thick prick right into her hot box. It was easy.
She was so wet and ready because of the fucking she had received from Mel that she was drooling. Cum was oozing out of her and so, when the thick cock, thicker and longer than Mel's, pushed all the way into her hot box, she cried out with pleasure.
He slammed hard and fast and kept on going for quite a while.
Because he was standing and she was lying back, he was going into her at an unusual angle. She could feel the pressure of the cock head against her clitoris.
He pulled back out of her cunt and teased her for a moment, leaving just the tip of his cock between those lips. Then he slammed in, full speed, just when she wasn't expecting it.
Norman managed to knock the wind out of the girl. That pleased him.
She had been so pushy about the sex that he had started to feel competitive with her. He wanted to show her up, he wanted to prove to her that he could give her more pleasure than she could demand-and perhaps that he could hurt her a little at the same time.
He pulled back and pushed forward. Time after time he was making the girl absolutely dizzy with the movements of his dick.
She could feel the waves of passion that rushed from the walls of her cunt, all over her body.
Caroline was losing control. This was where she wanted to be. She didn't want to have to return to the real world. She wanted to stay her in the world of sexual ecstasy.
She longed to be where she was, to feel what she was feeling. She didn't want to have to return to the world where she would have to face her heartless father, her gloating stepmother, her imprisoned lover. She wanted to be fucked.
If only she could be fucked and fucked and fucked forever and ever!
Her body was shaking back and forth. Each time he pushed his huge dick into her, Norman was pushing the girl forward. When he pulled back out of her, her body moved a little with that movement.
In and out and in and out and in and out. It just kept on going.
And then he was shooting into her hot snatch. But she was cumming at the same time.
She passed out. She blacked out, the intensity and the need had been so great.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw that her clothes were piled up near the rock. The truck was gone. Both of the gardeners were gone. She looked at the stream, at the trees. Everything was peaceful. Almost everything was peaceful, that is.
As soon as she stood up, aware of the wetness between her legs, she was also aware of the throbbing.
She fell to her knees, weeping. "Oh, no. It's not gone. It's still there."
The girl still felt the sexual need in her. Even after all she had been through, she still longed for more. The incident the previous night in which her stepmother had abused her so terribly had stayed with her. Now she felt the hot need for cock!
It was still there. She couldn't get rid of it. It would be staying with her, she knew.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Of course, Caroline wasn't the only one in the family who was on her way to going mad.
Lenny Falcone was concerned when Eloise didn't come home from her office at the regular time. He ended up going down to that building with his extra set of keys and finding her in her office, tied up on the floor as she had been left by Ivan, her formsrly faithful assistant.
He didn't know what to think.
When he pulled the filthy jockey shorts out of his wife's mouth, first ripping off the electrician's tape that Ivan had used to stuff them in there and keep them there, she started to weep. "Call a doctor. Call the police. Ivan did this. Call the...."
"Shut up, you slut!" the man hissed as he struggled to untie his wife.
Her tears stopped. There was a long silence until she was completely untied. "Slut?" she asked, her voice weak.
"Get decent. Get as decent as you can and I'll take you home."
"H-how c-can you, Lenny? I was forced. He held a gun on me and now you call me...."
"Shut up. Shut the fuck up, you pig!" he screamed. Something snapped inside of him. The sight of his wife tied up like that on the floor of her office, on the same day that his daughter had managed to escape from the captivity of her own bedroom, was too much for him.
Even though the girl hadn't closed the drain in the tub, the drain had somehow gotten closed after the water had been running for a half an hour. It took another forty-five minutes before the water was noticed in the hall by the guard. It flooded the bathroom and ruined most of the girl's bedroom by that time. And then they discovered that she was gone.
Lenny Falcone went absolutely wild with rage then. And now, in his wife's office, as she tried to make herself decent with the tattered remains of her clothing, he was still in that same rage.
"Slut. Pig." He kept on calling her those names.
That night, in their bedroom, she started to scream in response. "I've never been a slut. Look to your own daughter if you want to see a slut. She was always the...."
He smacked her across the face and she fell back onto the floor.
"I'll leave you. I'll show you that you can't...." she began.
But he kicked her and snarled. "You stay right here, you little slut."
He yanked the phone out of the room and then locked her in there. Now she was his prisoner in the house. He was determined to teach her a lesson. He didn't know how or what he was going to do, but he was determined to do it. He found her strung up on the floor like a pig! He wanted to blame her for it. He didn't want to hear any of her excuses for what had happened.
Caroline had managed to get to the main street of the town. She was looking for someplace to stay. She just had a few dollars that she accidentally had in her pocket when she left the house. She had never thought of anything as practical as actually taking money with her.
The girl had never had practical demands made on her, and she wasn't prepared for them now.
She wandered around and found a place where food was cheap. She got a meal, but couldn't even eat it. She was used to good food prepared by a chef. This was a greasy diner.
Just as she was paying for the meal at the cashier, a young stud bumped into her and grabbed all her money. He ran out of the diner. The girl turned to the cashier and said, "Do something."
"You owe me a dollar eighty-nine, honey. Pay up."
"He took my money. Do something," the girl shrieked in a shrill voice.
"Pay up. Don't pull any of this shit here with me, girl."
Caroline turned and ran out of the door of the diner. She saw the guy who had taken her money as he turned into an alley. She started to run to follow him.
She heard the voice of the gruff cook that had been behind the counter. He was at the door of the diner and he was yelling, "Don't you come back here, you little whore. We don't like your kind around here. You come back here and you'll pay for that meal by suckin' on my filthy dick. You understand me, bitch? Cunt! Whore! Garbage!"
Caroline's heart was heavy. These words were directed toward her.
But she continued to run. That money was her survival now. She had to have it. Actually, she didn't know what she would do if she caught up with the punk who took it, but she had to chase him. She didn't know what else to do. She ran down the alley.
And then, at the other end of the alley, she found herself at a construction site. A building was being demolished and the other one, next to it, was still standing, ready for demolition.
She looked from side to side and wondered where the thief had gone.
Then it was fear that took over. She was alone on that street and it was dark.
"Hey, girl, you lost or some thin'?" It was a tough voice from a tough punk.
She looked right at him. He was short. He had straight blond hair that was a little shaggy. Then she realized that he wasn't alone. She hadn't seen them a moment before, but now they were surrounding her. All of the teenaged punks were all around her.
Then she turned back to the blond with shaggy hair. "I need a place to stay. Someone took my money."
There was a chuckle from the other side of the group. The girl turned quickly toward that direction and she didn't see the short blond glaring at the one who had chuckled.
Once more there was silence except for the gang leader. "Hey, babe, you need a place to stay. We can help you out. You don't have any money to pay for it, though?"
She looked at the group of boys once more and felt the hunger in her pussy.
Caroline pressed her thighs together to stem the tide of moisture that oozed from her cunt. The boys were noticing the look in her eyes, the way she was looking at them.
The young punk who was the leader of the gang reached out and touched the girl's breasts. She didn't move away. She smiled at him He was astounded by her strange response.
Here was a girl who, by her actions, was letting them know that she wanted to be gang-raped.
"Come on, babe. We've got just the place for you to have a good time."
"Yes. I need it," she said, gasping as she followed him, her legs pressing together.
Lenny Falcone had driven downtown. He had actually been just a few blocks away from where his daughter was writhing and undulating her body for the members of the gang.
He had stopped at a pool hall and gone in. He pulled out a picture of his wife, and he walked up to the biggest guy he saw there. It was a guy who looked very tough and nasty.
"Hey, buddy, can I buy you a drink?" Lenny asked the big guy.
"What's your business here?" the big lug asked, suspicious of the offer.
Lenny handed him the picture and said, "Do you wanna fuck her?"
The big guy looked at the picture for a long time and then said, "How much?"
"I'm not here for that. I just want to get three big, mean guys who want to use her."
"What's the deal, buddy? Who is she to you and what the fuck is going on?"
"I'll be straight with you. This is my wife. She's a slut. I just found that out today. I want her to learn her lesson. If she wants to be a slut, then she can be a slut and I'm gonna see her mistreated by three ... or even four big guys who know how to do it to her."
The big guy looked at the picture again and smiled. "My name's Og."
It seemed appropriate. There was something about Og that made Lenny think of a lumbering caveman. Lenny permitted Og to pick out the other guys who would come along.
Pete was a young guy who worked in the pool hall. He had black hair and black eyes and was very good looking. Quentin was the smallest of the three. He wore glasses and had a crewcut, but there was something tough about his wiry body.
"If this ain't on the level, we'll kill you," Og said to Lenny.
Lenny laughed. He was on the level all right. He had even told the truth to Og.
Back at home, the woman was inside her bedroom, unable to open the door. She was stuck there, kept prisoner there. She pushed at the door, but it didn't help.
She finally relaxed, deciding that her husband was just on a rampage. She figured that he wouldn't actually do anything to her. Anyway, she was more upset with Ivan. After all, he was the one who actually had abused her sexually and done terrible things to her.
Eloise changed into her nightgown and then climbed into bed, but she couldn't sleep. She had been through too much that day. She couldn't forget the agony and anguish of Ivan's sexual abuse and she couldn't forget the guilt she was now feeling about her stepdaughter.
She knew that she was the one to blame. She was the one who had invented the whole scene with her boyfriend and played it up for her own advantage. Eloise assumed that she would be able to get her husband's favor and gloat. She hadn't expected that things would be so compheated.
And so, she tossed and turned in bed, getting hot and sweaty on the sheets.
Then the door opened. She flipped on the light and she saw her husband in the doorway.
"Lenny ... I've got to talk to you...." she said quickly.
She wanted to tell him that Daniel wasn't guilty of rape. She wanted to admit her crime to him and tell him that she had merely come across two youthful lovers who were innocent and looked lovely together. But she didn't have any chance to tell him that.
Lenny ushered in the three men who were with him. "There she is, boys."
"What? What's going on?" the woman cried out, pulling the blankets up to cover herself.
There was a wild look in her husband's eyes, a look of madness.
CHAPTER NINE
The boys in the gang were completely astounded by Caroline.
They started to lead her to the deserted building, the one that was next in line for the wrecking crew, but she ended up leading them. By the time they were inside the musky haunts of the ramshackled interior, she was already rubbing herself between her legs.
There was a little spot that the boys had set up for their own use in their. They had some candles. There was a mattress, piss-stained and foul from the garbage, on the floor.
One of the boys was lighting the candles. Caroline looked around the room and shuddered. There were certainly rats here. This was a terrible place, so terrible that it almost overwhelmed her sexual hunger. And yet the sexual hunger was so great that it still prevailed.
"Come on," the stocky blond boy who was the leader of the gang said, "take it off and show us what you've got."
"Sure thing," Caroline said looking around at the four of them.
They were all younger than she was. She was in college and these were certainly high school kids. For an instant she thought rationally and she wondered what she was doing here, acting like a slut for these boys. But, the rational moment passed. She forced the rational moment to pass. If she were to permit it to remain, then she would have to face the truth about her life and about everything she had been through.
She peeled off her blouse and two of the boys started to bang on the floor in a raunchy tempo.
"Come on. Do a dance for us. Do a strip, like they do in the clubs." she looked around at them. The other two boys were pulling their dicks out of their pants and playing with them. The girl was delighted at the scene of lust that she had helped to create. She started to swing her hips from side to side in tempo with the music.
Caroline was working her zipper open very slowly and revealing her white panties, which glistened in the light of the candles. Then she peeled her pants from her well-formed hips. She was peeling the pants in tempo, following the rhythm of the raunchy beat the boys were creating.
She swung around and displayed her ass to them, once she managed to get her pants all the way off.
The girl had never actually seen a striptease, but she was performing what she thought to do. For an innocent girl who had been a virgin barely twenty-four hours before she was doing quite well-certainly quite well by the standards of the horny teens watching her.
She squatted down with her back to them and then she lifted her ass up and bent over.
Then she tugged down the back of her white nylon panties and displayed the rounded, fleshy ass cheeks. She had forgotten all about the narks that her stepmother had left on those white cheeks the previous night. Intellectually she had forgotten about those marks, but deep in her heart where there was still a great deal of pain and hurt, she could not wipe away the memory of what she had been through.
She swayed her hips from side to side, spreading her legs, pulling the panties wide, and showing the boys her pussy patch between her legs. She reached around and was fondling the plump cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart and then reaching between her legs to touch her cunt.
That was as far as the girl got. The boys pounced on her.
She was pushed down to the filthy floor of the room and then dragged to the mattress.
One boy was pulling her bra off. Other fingers got to her tits first.
"You're hurting ire." No one heard the girl's protest. No one cared enough.
"I get to fuck her first." It was the stockyblond, his dick already erect and waving in front of him.
The melee cooled off a little bit. One boy was holding the girl down on the right side, holding her leg and arm in place on that side, and another boy was holding her down on the left side.
The one other boy was over her shoulder, jerking himself off as he looked at her face. Caroline didn't know what to say to them.
She wanted to protest and tell them that this was foolish. They were holding her down, when in point of fact she wanted to get her pussy stuffed with all of their big cocks. "B-but, I w-want it...." she weakly said.
All of the boys laughed. Why were they being so mean to her? She wanted to give them what they wanted. Why couldn't all of them just have a good time together?
There was no chance for her to word these questions. The stocky blond was positioning himself between her spread legs. There was tension on the insides of the girl's thighs. She didn't mind being fucked. She wanted to be fucked. But, she was horrified by the way they were pinning her down and forcing her. She wanted to be able to relax and take it.
But they wouldn't give her a chance. Now she had the cock at her pussy lips.
She wanted the boy to press down on top of her. She wanted to feel his body against hers. But that wasn't what he wanted to do. He was positioning his dick against her pussy lips.
The girl could feel the way the flared head of his cock spread her cunt lips wide apart. She could feel the way the cock was prodding her at her, trying to push forward at the correct angle so that it could slip all the way into her cunt.
She was wet and juicy. That was certainly to her advantage and to his.
He pushed all the way forward and the breath was knocked out of her. She was stuffed with his thick, teenage cock. He had his hard, flat belly down against her bare stomach, and his heavy balls were dangling and rubbing against the soft flesh between her legs.
The youthful stud pulled back and slammed forward very quickly.
He was moving as fast as he could, working back and forth and back and forth against the depths of her hot cunt. He was massaging the pussy flesh with the flared head of his cock. His balls, hairy as they were, were tickling the smooth flesh between her thighs.
Meanwhile, somebody else started to play with her tits. But the hand wasn't a friendly one. It was pulling and pinching her nipples. "Ow, that hurts," she grunted.
There was more chuckling. Why did they chuckle when she said she was in pain?
Tears came to her eyes. Her vision was bleary. She didn't want to be here now, but she knew that she was being held in place by the boys. She couldn't help herself.
The dick was slamming back and forth and back and forth against the depths of her hot box. The head of the dick was big and broad and it was like a battering ram against the tender flesh.
Through her tears she was aware that something was moving closer to her face.
She couldn't wipe away her eyes. Her hands were being held in place.
But she inhaled and she could smell the musky aroma of the boy's crotch. She knew that she was being offered a cock to suck. Then she felt the thick hunk of meat that slid along the side of her face. She turned her face away from it. "No. Not that. I never did...."
Before she said another word she was slapped very hard across the face.
"Suck it. Suck my dick, you filthy whore. I wouldn't fuck a whore's box."
The cock head was stuffed into her throat. She gagged. It tasted cheesy. It was too big for her to handle in her dainty mouth. She could feel the broad head of it pressing against the back of her throat and she could feel the thickness of the prong that slid against her tongue.
It slammed this way and that, turning in one direction and then in the other.
The girl thought for sure that she was going to choke, that she wasn't going to be able to take the full length of the cock into her throat. She was gagging and trying her best to fight it off, but she couldn't. She was struggling with it.
"Suck it, bitch. Suck it, or I'll knock all your teeth out."
They were being so mean to her. She couldn't understand it.
Her cunt was already feeling numb from the fucking she was receiving. The dick kept on moving in and out of her, in and out so fast and so hard that there was no longer any sensation of movement.
And then she was shifted onto her side. The husky blond kept his dick in her pussy and the boy who had mounted her face was still fucking her throat. But now she felt another boy behind her. She felt a stiff dick that was rubbing up and down along the crack of her ass.
Then she felt that cock pushing against her anal opening.
Her body really went into a wild frenzy then. How had she gotten herself into this situation? There were tears streaming from her eyes, but they were merely sopped up by the filthy shirt of the boy who was fucking her face. None of the punks noticed that she was crying.
They noticed that her body was shaking and vibrating and struggling, but that only made it even more erotic for them. She felt wetness against her anal opening. She could feel a finger, moistened with saliva, that was prodding right around the opening of her ass.
No matter how she tried to tighten the muscles of her ass cheeks, she couldn't do it.
Suddenly, the girl realized that she was taking the full length of the dick that was fucking her face. She could feel the hammer head of it pushing against her throat muscles and spreading them open. She could feel the balls slapping and then grinding against her chin.
She had forgotten completely about that cock because she had been so concerned about the other one. The one that she was concentrating on was the one that was pushing into her ass hole.
The stud back there pushed forward and pressed the head of his cock, also wet with his own saliva, into the tightly clinging anal opening. He forced the head of his dick into the opening and then he started to work to the right and to the left until he managed to get into her.
Meanwhile, the blond stud who was fucking her pussy, was pushing her back onto the dick that was impaling her from inside. She had three dicks in her at the same time.
She could feel the two that were in her cunt and her ass. When they both pushed forward at the same time they seemed as if they were going to poke a hole right in the ni ddle of her body. When they both pulled back at the same time she could feel the emptiness inside her. And when one pushed in and the other pulled out, she was shoved in that direction.
And then there was also the dick that was shoving back and forth in her mouth, faster and faster all the time. The saliva was dripping out of her mouth, mingling with her tears.
Caroline tried to turn off her mind completely. She didn't want to have to face anything. She had turned to sex, to fucking, as a way of forgetting her troubles, of forgetting about her stepmother, about her father, about her boyfriend. But now she couldn't even take refuge in that. Now she felt completely forsaken.
Even sex had turned against her. Even sex had turned out to be mean and terrible.
All of the fight went out of her body. She did not respond any longer.
An hour later, as the boys were getting dressed, the blond stud who was the leader of the group noticed the way the girl was lying there, her eyes wide open, lifeless, staring.
"Hey, is she okay?" he asked the others. They all turned to look at her.
"Are you okay, girl? Hey, what's the matter with you?"
"She's still breathing. Hey, what's the matter? Are you putting on an act?"
"Let's get out of here. To hell with that slut. She wanted it."
They all agreed with the final comment. They all rushed out of there. If anything was wrong with the girl, they didn't want to be held responsible. They didn't want to be to blame.
And she remained, staring off into space, lying there without moving. That was her new solution to the problems of her life.
Her stepmother found herself tied to the bed. "How dare you? Lenny, you've gone mad!" she screamed out.
Lenny Falcone sat in the large chair on the far side of the room He was making himself comfortable. "I'm here to see a porno show starring my slut of a wife. Begin the show."
Og, the biggest of the three studs he had brought from the pool hall was all ready to begin. He had led the others when they tied up Eloise. The woman was stripped naked and her hands were over her head and tied to the headboard. Her legs were spread wide apart and tied to the footboard of the bed. She was spread-eagle as wide as she could go.
Since he was the largest of the three and since he was the one that Lenny had first approached, Og assumed that he would take the lead here. He pulled his pants down and displayed his huge rammer to the beautiful woman who was bound on the bed.
He slammed the head of his dick against the cunt lips of the woman immediately.
"That isn't what I brought you here for," Lenny protested. "I want you to abuse her. Then you can fuck her after you've abused her. That's what I want."
"What you want? Big fuckin' deal!" Og snarled. "I'm gonna fuck her now."
He slid the full length of his dick into the woman's cunt.
"You idiot, Lenny. You fucking stupid idiot. Look what you ... "
Og grabbed the woman's breasts in both of his hands and he seemed to be threatening to rip out the tits by the roots. "Shut up, bitch. You're distracting me."
He fucked her hard and long, dripping sweat all over her. Then he finished and pulled out.
And then it was Peter's turn and then it was Quentin's turn. The three of them didn't feel like getting into much abuse. They wanted to get their rocks off and that was all.
"You want this lady abused and you ain't man enough to do it yourself?" Og asked Lenny with a snide grin. Then Og pulled his dick out of his pants again and aimed it right toward Eloise. The woman didn't understand that since his cock wasn't hard.
But then she saw the stream of golden liquid that splashed from the head of his cock and splattered all over her body. It was a sizzling sound as she squirmed and struggled to be free.
Og laughed and then Peter and Quentin joined him. They were all pissing on her.
And then they all left. Eloise was wracked with tears because of what she had just been put through. But Lenny was standing over the bed, disappointment in his voice, as he grumbled, "I wanted them to do more to you."
Eloise could not speak. They had pissed in her mouth when she tried to protest and she was now so horrified, so terribly horrified, that she couldn't respond to him at all.
There was a knock on Georgia's bedroom door and then the door was opened slowly. The girl woke up, feeling groggy, and looked directly at her clock. It was the middle of the night.
Rubbing her eyes, she saw that it was her older brother. "Ivan, where were you all day?"
He brought his finger to his lips to signify silence and then he sat on the edge of her bed. "Were they looking for me?" he asked his younger sister. "The police or anyone?"
"Ivan!" She was fully awake when she heard that. "What did you do?"
"I did something to Eloise Falcone. That bitch, she deserved it. I figure that I have to ... go away now. I know that I would get in trouble because of it...."
"Ivan, don't...." the girl said, clutching his arm to her.
He shook his head. "I just wanted to let you know. Don't say anything to anyone else. I guess they'll come looking for me tomorrow then. They probably haven't even found her yet."
"You didn't kill her. You didn't do any real harm to her. Tell me that."
"No. No, I didn't do that. I paid her back with ... sexual abuse."
Georgia's mouth fell open. She had just been introduced to sexual abuse as a wonderfully exciting thing in her sex life. Hearing the way her brother referred to it now, as a way of paying someone back, was very different, it was very strange to her.
She already had enough confusion over the subject of sexual abuse, confusion that she tried hard to bury. "Ivan, I don't know what you mean, but it can't be...."
"Look, I'll contact you ... somehow. . to find out if it's safe for me to come home. But, to tell you the truth, Georgia, I don't want to come home again. I have to go somewhere else. It doesn't really matter where. Anywhere, as long as my parents aren't there.
"I have to go somewhere where I can be a ' person rather than being my father's son. Do you see what I'm saying? I'll make my own life and everything will be better that way."
He hugged his sister. She tried to stop him, but he left, indicating that she shouldn't make a sound.
She looked at the clock again. It was three in the morning. She couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Her brother was gone now and all she knew was that it had something to do with his sexually abusing their neighbor, Eloise Falcone.
Georgia wondered whether there really would be police in the morning. What would happen? What was going on? There were curious things at the Falcone household, she knew that.
When she woke up the following morning she called that number. The last time she had called was the night before last. That time it was answered by Eloise Falcone and that bitchy woman hung up on her immediately. This time no one answered the phone.
But she kept on calling. She kept on letting it ring, time after time.
"Yes!" This time it was Lenny Falcone's voice on the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Falcone, this is Georgia. Can I speak to Caroline, please?"
"Caroline?" He said the name as if it were a foreign word. "You haven't heard from Caroline, have you?" he asked, leaving the question really quite vague.
"Heard from ... No, not for a couple of days now ... I wanted to...."
"Well, she's not here now. I'm in a hurry, Georgia." He slammed the phone down.
Georgia still didn't know what was going on, but she felt a terrible fear for her friend, a helpless fear. Whatever was happening to Caroline was out of her hands now.
CHAPTER TEN
Judith forced her way into Lenny Falcone's library. "Get out," he shouted. "I can't see you today."
"Oh, you can't?" she shouted. "You could see me the other day when you raped me."
"Raped you? That's a vicious he!" the man yelled. "I want you out of here. My wife is ... very ill ... and my daughter is ... uh, missing now ... and...."
"And my brother is still in jail on your trumped up charges. You had no intention of freeing him even when you made me give you ... m-my virginity. You pig, you...."
"I'll have to use force to drag you out of here and I will gladly...."
The girl pulled a pistol out of her purse and pointed it at the man. "Do you think they would prosecute a girl like me for murder?" she asked in a very soft voice. "Stay where you are, Mr. Falcone. Stay right where you are and tell me how you think the court will feel about a proper girl who came from a convent school to plead for her brother's life and who was raped by a man who promised her brother's freedom.
"I'll take a he detector test and prove that I was raped by you. Now, what do you think about all of this, Mr. Falcone?" The girl's tone was steady, her eyes steely.
She stepped backwards and locked the door. This time she was the one who was locking him in.
Then she moved toward his desk and said, "Open your phone book to the number of your lawyer's office. I want to make sure that you dial the correct number this time."
Lenny Falcone did as the girl commanded him to do. Then she flipped a switch on the phone, knowing that she could hear both sides of the conversation with the switch up.
"Okay. Talk to him now and tell him to get my brother out of jail."
After all of the cordial preliminaries, which were a little bit strained due to the fact that a gun was pointed at him, Lenny Falcone said, "Drop the charges against Daniel Keller. My daughter is ... uh, rescinding her statement against him ... You heard me right. Drop the charges against him I want him out of jail today. Okay."
Then he hung up the phone and looked at the girl. "Okay?"
"Not quite, Mr. Falcone. Remember 'An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.'?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, nervously.
She chuckled. "How amusing. Yesterday it seems that I was the one who was naive. Now you're playing dumb. You figured that fucking me and taking my virginity would make you even with my brother. You decided that I was my brother's property just as Caroline, your daughter, was your property. Well, I'm here to tell you that I'm a real person.
"I am a person with my own eyes and my own teeth and I will pay you back for what you did to me. You did it to me. You didn't do it to a piece of property owned by my brother. You understand what I'm telling you?
And you will pay for that. Strip, Mr. Falcone."
"S-strip?"
"Naked!" She cocked the gun. "I know how to use this. We had target practice at the convent school. Archery and the gun range were two popular sports there."
The way she was holding the gun, he knew that it was true. He nervously started to undress. He stripped down to his undershorts, which were tenting out due to his huge erection. The girl smiled to herself, enjoying the sight of his discomfort.
"Bend over that thing over there." She was pointing right at a footrest that was made of rosewood and covered with black leather. She pointed with the gun.
The large, hairy man was unsure of what position she wanted him to assume, but he soon found out. When he found out there was a great dread in him because of it.
His ass was up and his body was bent over the footrest.
She grabbed a paperweight from his desk and pressed it against his anal opening.
"You c-can't...." he cried out to the girl with the gun. "You'll rip me open...."
She slapped him across the ass with the gun and he grunted again.
In a weak voice, he hoarsely said, "At least, y-you've gotta use soma g-grease on it."
"Tough shit, ain't it, Mr. Falcone." She wasn't intending to do anything to make it easier on him. She wanted him tortured and tormented. She wanted to pay him back for everything he had done to her.
That, it seems, was only the start of the man's really awful day.
His wife had managed to get out of bed, in spite of the pain she was in from the bondage and torment she had been through the previous night. She had forgotten all about Ivan's abuse of her. There was no time to think of that now.
She dressed and packed a few things. She wanted to hurry out of there.
Eloise didn't know that her husband was locked in the library and couldn't get out because he was being held there by the lovely young girl he had raped the previous day. She was frightened that he would stop her, that he would torment her further.
She was afraid for her very life and had to get out of there.
The man didn't know about that. He had the paperweight shoved up his ass when the phone started to ring. "You can answer that," the girl said. "But if you say anything I don't like I'll shoot your balls off."
He gasped and picked up the phone. "This is the police, Mr. Falcone."
"Y-yes, what is it?" he asked them, shaking with nervous fear.
"Your daughter ... We've found her and I think you'd better come down here."
"Wh-what? Is she hurt? Is she ... No. What's wrong with her?"
"We found her ... uh, running naked down the street, sort of hysterical ... and filthy. We have her with the doctor now. Somebody here recognized her from the ... uh, well, she had no identification on her, of course, and she hasn't been able to say a word."
"I'll be down there as soon as I can." He hung up the phone and started to weep.
"You can pull the thing out of your ass by yourself," Judith said. "I'm going."
"Wait," he gasped, falling to his knees. "You have religion. You know ... Please, pray with me. Pray for me. Pray for my daughter. I don't know ... "
Judith shook her head as she looked at the naked man. "My heart is heavy. I'll be leaving the convent school' now because of the hatred I feel. That's my sin. That's the weight of the sin I have to deal with. I feel hatred. I can't pray now. I can't pray for you. And, for me, that's sinful ... That's what I have to deal with now ... "
She was still holding the gun in her hand when she left the room.
One year later, Caroline was still in the mental institution. She still had not said a single word. That was the way she had found of dealing with the world.
She shut herself off from the world completely. That was the only way she could deal with it.
Of course there were plenty of times when coarse hospital attendants, noticing how beautiful the girl was, would drag her into a closet and fuck the living daylights out of her. How convenient she was. She never made a sound. She never told anyone.
But, of course, they might just as well have fucked a plastic doll. Her body didn't respond to anything. , "Look at this," one of the youthful attendants told a new nan on the staff as he pulled a pin from his pocket. He jabbed the pin sharply into the back of the girl's hand. She didn't respond.
"If you don't mind fucking a piece of cunt that's pretty lifeless, this is the one." They both laughed together. There was no expression on the girl's face. There never was any.
Lenny Falcone had liquidated most of his business assets. He stayed in the house all the time. He was quite young to become a hermit, but that was what he was becoming.
Eloise had gotten her divorce from Lenny and had gone through the large sum of money very, very fast. She was drinking a great deal and she was spending a lot of money for younger men. But, as she had less money all the time she had to settle for less.
She was kicked out of her apartment at a classy hotel for non-payment. In only one year she had managed to age quite a few years. She looked ten years older than she had. She was no longer a desirable woman. She was a drunken broad who would hang around in bars and wait for desperate conventioners to come and buy her drinks.
She would fuck anyone who wanted to fuck her, and pass out every night.
Ivan started to work at a lower salary in a different town. But, within that one year he had managed to prove to his new employers that he was very competent and bright and he had been promoted twice. Now he was already in charge of his own department in the company. His parents were proud of him and were even proud of the unorthodox way that he had just picked up and taken off late one night to make his own life.
And there was bad news for Hal and Georgia in the course of that year.
Hal had stood up for the rights of people in sexual domination scenes. He had written an article about it for a sociological journal. As soon as the people on the campus saw that, he was dismissed from his teaching assistantship. That meant he wouldn't have the money to finish his degree studies.
When he was moving from town and Georgia was moving with him, her parents were hysterical. They had heard about this perverse and evil instructor and the reasons why he was dismissed. They had applauded the school for dismissing him "After all, look at what he's telling our children to do."
And then they discovered that their daughter was his lover, his slave.
They tried to bring police action against him. Georgia's father tried to threaten Hal with a rifle. But the two of them did run off together anyway to make a life for themselves.
"Those fools didn't see what I was trying to tell them in that article," Hal complained.
Georgia kissed him on the neck and rubbed the back of his neck to help him relax.
"We all have anger and aggression when it comes to sex. We can't get rid of that. All I was trying to tell them was that it was better to play out the fantasy games and to accept the fantasy roles, as you and I have, than to let your aggressions come out in harmful ways toward people who aren't willing.
