STING : by (c) Robert Lilly Mf MF(nc) Mf(nc) John Oliviera sat in his deckchair beside the pool congratulating himself. Life was good. A top job as Senior Geologist with a huge oil company. Though he'd had to work to get there. Lovely house in a beautiful town. Lovely new bride. He stole a glance at her sitting beside him. So small and apparently frail, but her body lithe and firm. She had that golden, glowing brown skin that made the prettiest girls of his part of India so very desirable. He had been without sex for the twelve years since his graduation, fighting his way through the ranks of the company. But he had known this girl was the prize that awaited him. Though both families were Catholic, they kept the old tradition of arranged marriages. As soon as she graduated (in accountancy) she had been sent out to join him. The Kovaks girl rode past on her bicycle. Her gray pleated skirt was to his eyes scandalously short, and as she pedaled you could see her panties, light green silk today. He just could not help following with his gaze her long, slender legs, her tits, small but rounded against her t-shirt, and her golden hair streaming behind her. From behind he could see her cute butt, muscles working under her tight panties. He felt a stirring in his groin, but immediately banished the guilty thought. She was only fourteen after all, and a child, however sexy she seemed. And yet he wished his wife was a bit more assertive. In bed they had slow, tranquil sex, always him on top, always on Sunday after mass, when she was 'at her purest and closest to God', always her coming with a gentle sigh and then him releasing himself into her. He knew sex could be more passionate and exciting, and more varied. But his wife had been brought up that it was to make children, and in one position only. Kovaks and his daughter had introduced themselves briefly the day they moved in. The next Sunday, they found both families went to the same Church, and had chatted after the service. His wife was so demure, eyes downcast mostly as she had been taught. Stacy Kovaks was so open, so modern, her eyes flashing and her laughter engaging. He had found himself wondering what she would be like in bed. Guiltily, he realized he knew she would be energetic, active and stimulating, ready to experiment with anything. And, although he loved his wife, her shining black hair, and her glowing brown-yellow skin, this golden blonde was closer to his sexual ideal. Stacy rode back again, and this time he imagined what it would be like to undress her and run his lips over her body, arousing her passion and then satisfying her. She gave a cheery wave as she passed. He waved back. ………………………………………. 'Shit, this is a boring dump. How much longer I gotta stay here. And I'm pissed off with wearing this girlie gear.' Stacy was pouting, and to some tastes looking very sexy in her tight, white t-shirt, gray pleated miniskirt, and trainers with white cotton socks. 'Remember where you were before I had you sprung. And think yourself lucky. You had at least another four years. You'd have been eighteen before they let you out.' 'Fuck you, mister!' 'I've told you. Call me daddy until this job's over. Always.' He had a hand on each shoulder, and was shaking her. 'You like the teenagers, don't you, Daddy . You like their firm tits, slim hips and long legs. I've seen you looking at Mrs Oliviera next door. That's how you like them, isn't it. Meek and humble, and hard little bodies.' And it was true. He had his hand up under her t-shirt while she was baiting him, squeezing her firm little bosom. She never wore a brassiere, and never needed one either. She ground her belly against his, and could feel his erection, as she knew she would. 'It's your daughter you really want, isn't it, mister, it's Fiona.' 'Don't you ever mention her again, slut. You're not fit to wash her shoes.' He had his other hand on her arse, his finger slipping under the edge of her panties and into her slit. She was as wet as he was hard. 'She's so virginal and pure. That's why you hide her away in that English boarding school ...so you don't get tempted to fuck her. I know you.' She had her hand down his waistband and grasped his cock, feeling it throb as he slobbered over her neck and fumbled and fondled her. She opened his zip, and took it out. 'I know you. That's why you got the hots for me, and for Mrs Oliviera come to that.' 'Slut!' He had her pressed up against the wall now, and as they kissed she was wanking him, running her hand faster and faster up and down his shaft. 'I get to fuck Mr Oliviera. Why not you Mrs in return?' He was silent. Her t-shirt was rumpled up over her tits and he was licking and sucking her nipples. 'A hard little-girl body, and an all over Asian tan. You'd love it. Body like Fiona's to fuck.' His finger was up her from behind, finger-fucking her round the hem of her panties. 'Shit, mister, that's good... fuckinell...I'm coming...I'm cooooooommming.' Her fist was suddenly covered in his sticky cum. As usual there was a lot of it. He bit her left tit as he came, and this was enough to give her her climax. He felt her vigorous, muscular vagina grip his finger. ……………………………………………………….. The office was spacious, with expensive-looking mahogany chairs round a huge, polished table. High up in the building, it had a view over the whole city. It could have been anywhere in the world, in any of a hundred cities because the oil business is global. In fact it was in the USA, in Texas to be precise. Only four of the chairs were occupied, round the end of the table. A hard-faced young man was talking, the three older men listening. 'They've targeted one of our senior geologists this time.' 'No doubt about it, I suppose?' 'His house has been bugged. State of the art cameras. Couldn't be his wife or him done it. You need connections to get that gear. And Kovaks has moved in next door with a nymphet he claims is his daughter. In fact she's a girl he had sprung from Prison. State Juvenile Correction Unit to be exact. Real name Ivy Wigg. Inside for picking up business men down-town and taking them to a cash dispenser with a knife at their throat. Nasty little girl. Only genuine thing about her is her age. She's fifteen, and a looker, I tell you.' 'Honey trap, then?' 'Yesssir. With little Ivy as the bait. And your Head Geologist as the rabbit.' 'Kovaks still with Global Mammooth?' 'Sir' 'Well, let's show them we got teeth too!' He got nods of approval from the other two executives. 'Scenario B, then. It's simplest and best. And will really hurt them.' ……………………………………… The summer seemed to go on for ever. Oliviera was sitting by his pool only half- working, reading an article on the analysis of diatom fossils. He saw Stacy tripping by on the pavement, a bundle of library books under her arm. She waved at him, and suddenly all the books were scattered on the ground around her. By the time he had left his deckchair and gone over to help her, she had arranged them in an orderly pile again. 'You all right, Stacy?' 'Yes, Mr Oliviera, thanks. I was clumsy. That's all.' She knew exactly what she was doing when she bent over to pick the books up again. Oliviera was treated to a view of her bottom as she leaned over. Her blue satin panties were stretched tight over enticing sun-tanned cheeks. But even more excitingly for him, the crotch had ridden up between her cuntlips. It seemed to have been twisted and slipped right into her slit. The plump lips were virtually naked, and there was a light fuzz of blonde hair. He was instantly erect. She could see the tent in his shorts, but judged the moment not quite right yet. Let him have a night or two to remember and fantasize about her teen body. Two days later, he has just seen his wife drive off to work...on Fridays she only works the afternoon at the bank. He intends to sit by his pool and tidy up his week's work on the laptop. Looking idly out of the bedroom window, he sees his lolita-neighbour step through her patio door carrying a huge, white towel. She lays it on the grass, and lays down to sunbathe. He can just make out she is wearing a light blue bikini. He strains his eyes, and then remembers the binoculars. In focus, he can see the two tiny triangles of blue silk over her breasts. No tan lines, so she must sometimes sunbathe nude, unless she has a bikini even smaller than this. That doesn't seem likely, as most of her lovely, golden, rounded breast is naked. He feels his erection return as he sees, before his very eyes, tiny nubs appear as her nipples seem to harden. The binoculars sweep down to her belly and the tight little navel. How he would love to lick round and round that sweet little belly-button. And now down to the scarcely larger triangle of her bikini trunks. Surely she must have shaved, the triangle of blue silk is so small. She may only be a teen, but surely she must have more pubic hair naturally than that? The swell of her mound starts uncovered, and it is only really down very close to her crotch she has covered. Again, there is no tanline. Absent mindedly, he has pulled his shorts down a few inches, and is rubbing his cock with his left hand. Stacy has caught the glint of his binoculars reflected from an upstairs window next door , and knows she is being watched. Good! The fish is hooked and now she just has to land it. She pulls at the bow on the side of her bikini bottoms and suddenly her hip and mons is bare...but not her cunt. She pulls the cloth harder into her slit, and re-ties the bow. Through his binoculars, Oliviera can see her cuntlips etched against the thin cloth. Now she turns over on her side and pulls at the bow between her shoulder blades. For a second he has a sight of her lovely breasts, their nipples surprisingly tiny, but brown. Then she is on her belly, sunning her back. The blue thong divides the cheeks of her buttocks, hiding nothing except her secret rose, and the plump purse of her little blonde box. It takes him ten minutes in the cold shower to reduce his erection. He doesn't really approve of jerking off now he is married and tries not to whenever tempted. Decent again, he goes down to the poolside with his laptop. He sits so he can see the near-nude teen beauty out of the corner of his eye. She reaches behind her and reties the bra. Then getting up athletically, she walks towards him, holding her towel. She steps lightly over the token white, wicket fence, her stride emphasising her long, slender legs. She stands beside him. He has dreamed about her flat belly, round bottom, plump cuntlips, legs, blonde hair and innocent open smile for the past two nights. More accurately, the memory of them has kept him from sleeping. And now that so-desirable mound is inches from his face as she speaks. 'Sorry to disturb you while you're working, Mr Oliviera. But I'm so hot, I wonder if I can use your pool. Daddy is going to get one, but It won't be this summer I think.' Oliviera wishes he has something to put on his lap to cover up the tent his hard- on is making in his boxers. 'Of course you may, my dear. Any time you like. And there's no need to ask again.' 'Thanks so much, Mr Oliviera.' He is certain she is looking at his cock. He looks down, and can see it embarrassingly clearly outlined through the thin cotton. She looks him direct in the eyes and gives him a lovely, girlish smile. And then, dropping the towel, she runs lightly to the pool edge and enters headfirst with a real racing dive. He watches as she covers several lengths of the pool with a strong, easy stroke, before stopping at his end. She knows he has been watching her, and also that as she pulls herself out of the pool, her bikini slips slightly, giving a view of her bosom almost down to the nipples. Beside him again, she wraps herself in the towel. 'That was lovely, Mr Oliviera. Don't you swim?' 'I'm not as good as you, my dear. That was a joy to watch.' She laughs, and he blushes as he realizes her eyes are again focused on his crotch. She seems as keen to ogle him there as he had been to avoid being seen with his gaze concentrated on her little honeypot. Then he realizes what she is doing. With the towel still wrapped round her she has undone the bow on her bra. It drops to her feet. Now her hands are working on the bikini bottom. That tiny, wet triangle equally falls to her feet. 'Can't stand wet cossies, can you? Ooops! That's awkward.' For a moment, attempting to dry herself, the towel nearly slips off. Only a shoulder is revealed, but it is a close-run thing before she gathers it again. 'It is difficult. That's why I hate changing on a beach! Though I don't mind it when the boys do!' She giggled. 'Do you think I'm terrible?' 'Of course not, my dear. You're too pretty to be anything but charming.' 'How nice. Help me dry myself, please.' Hardly daring, he stands up and pats the towel where it passes over her back. Then round her shoulders, and now her breasts. He can feel how firm they are under his palms, even through the fluffy towel. He pats her belly, and rubs the towel over her bottom, those buttocks that have disturbed his sleep since the library book episode. 'You're so gentle, Mr Oliviera. And now up between.' He pats and rubs the inside of her thighs and then right up into her crotch. That sweet little honeypot is under his palms, with only the towel between him and paradise. 'That's lovely. Like a caress. Mmmmm. Oh dear! Look, my hair must have dripped on your shorts.' He knew, and she knew, though he did not know that she knew, that the damp patch on his cotton shorts was not drips from her hair...but his own precum. He was desperately aroused. She was confident now she had got him, and launched into the words that had been scripted for her by her employer, the bully Kovaks. 'Swimming pool chlorine is murder on my fine hair...especially if I leave it to dry in the sun. I've broken my hairdryer. Have you got one I could borrow?' She and Kovaks knew he had, and more to the point, it was kept in the main bedroom, where Kovacs had installed his cameras. That very morning she and her Boss had watched Mrs Oliviera dry her hair after her shower, and Stacy had given her 'father' a quick blowjob while he watched the reverse striptease of the pretty little Asian putting her lingerie on. She follows him up the stairs. 'No, you do it for me.' Oliviera could see why. She couldn't dry her hair and keep decently covered in the towel. As she sat on the marital bed, he dried her lovely shoulder-length blonde hair, sensuously running the fine strands through his fingers. He had stopped worrying about his erection now. It really was so very obvious she must have seen it, and even at her age it did not seem to worry her. 'Kids nowadays!' he thought. 'I think it's dry now, my dear.' 'Good! Because...' Suddenly the towel dropped from her, and she was naked before him. He started as if stung by a wasp. Then he felt her arms round his hips, her naked breasts with their hard nipples pressing into his belly. 'I may only be fourteen, Mr Oliviera, but I'm not as innocent as I look. Like I've done it a lot. And Daddy doesn't mind. In fact he has had me put on the pill, so I don't get any accidents, he says.' She had the waistband of his shorts pulled down, and his cock was against her soft, smooth cheek. 'No, Stacy we shouldn't...' 'Would you like me to be slutty, Mr Oliviera. Because I can be. The boys love it when I'm tarty. Like, ''Give me your cock, mister. It's so big and strong. Give it me here,' the cock slipped into her mouth for a second, 'And in my cunt too. I'm aching for it.' 'No, Stacy. I'm married...' 'Or would you prefer an innocent little girl. I know men like innocent teens, especially the married men. Do you want me to play that? I can, you know. 'Oh Mr Oliviera, no. Please don't make me do that. I'm only fourteen and I've never. No. We shouldn't. Oh , please, Mr Oliviera. I'm a good girl. And you're so big. No don't make me do that. What would my Daddy say? Or Father Murphy? No please. You're so strong, and I'm so weak.' Next door Kovaks is watching his five camera screens and checking the sound- recording level. 'Stacy' is doing well. That is the first essential piece of her script and she has got it in completely naturally. A talented little actress, as well as a sexy little whore! She has his shorts down around his ankles now, and as she falls backwards onto his bed, she pulls him with her. He is lost. He is thinking now with his prick and not with his brains. How well we understand that, whether men or women! A naked, lovely, available body and we all succumb to temptation. Anyway, she knows what she is doing, and it is at her initiative that his cock slips into her cunt. She took the precaution a few minutes before of lubricating herself with gel, but in the event that wasn't necessary. His slender but wiry Asian body is a novelty to her, as is the devious conspiracy she is working out. So she is nicely aroused, and the gripping and releasing of his cock he feels, deep in her, is natural rather than feigned. 'Jesus, mister. That's lovely. Now fuck me good and hard. Ooooh! Just like that mister. Hey. I was forgetting. I'm supposed to be innocent, aren't I? OK. No, Mr Oliviera! You shouldn't. I'm too young. I'm only fourteen. Oh! What's that funny feeling. Oh! Mr Oliviera, I've never felt. Oh! Stop, please. Don't. We mustn't. It's wrong. It's a sin. Father Murphy says we mustn't before we're married. What will daddy say? Oh! No! Shit Mister, I can't keep this up. That's lovely. Just fuck me as hard as you can. I love a good seeing-to. Ah yes! That's good. I'm going to come...' With a succession of grunts and squeaks she came, quite genuinely, and he was able to release the orgasm he had been holding back for hours it seemed. It drained him. But not her. 'That was lovely, Mister. And because it was lovely I'm going to give you my tight little arsehole too. I love that.' 'Jesus,' he thought. 'Her lovely little bottom too.' He shook his prick. It was limp. 'I'm afraid I won't be up to it my dear.' 'Ah! But I know a trick or two. Feel my tits for me, while I get you up.' He has almost forgotten to enjoy her body in the passion of their lovemaking, but he makes up for that now, learning every inch of her lovely shape as his fingers linger, fondle, penetrate her all over. She is sucking his cock. No-one has ever done that before, and he realzses what he has missed. But his wife would never, he knew. She feels it swelling again in her mouth. 'Some more play for you? OK... Not in the mouth, Mr Oliviera. That's naughty. It's forbidden. It's worse than the other you made me do. It's un-natural. Please, not in my mouth.' 'I wish she wouldn't go on like that,' he thought. 'But if it makes her randy, so much the better. With a body like this she can say what she wants. I guess she thinks I like her to pretend to be innocent. In any case, she's a lovely little piece.' He carries on his exploration of those delightful tits, her navel, and her fine hair. 'Oh no, Mr Oliviera. It's too big. You'll break my jaw. No, please don't come in my mouth... Oh, shit. I've had enough of this. You're ready. Got any cold cream? Over there?' He watches as she trips across the room to the bathroom, emerging with a small jar. 'Mmmm. I love the feel of that. She turns her back to him and he watches her bend over so he can see the purse shape of her lips, more swollen than the first time with the library books. She is rubbing cold cream into that secret, mysterious, pretty little arsehole. She kneels on the bed beside him. 'Now fuck me in my arse, mister. And hard. What I like is for you to slap my bottom with each shove. Don't forget to spank me.' Another first for Mr Oliviera. His cock slips easily in .He didn't know, but Stacy was renowned for butt-fucking, and hadn't been a virgin that route for seven years now. Her real daddy was the first, of course. And she had four elder brothers. He remembers to slap her buttocks. Her face is buried in the pillow, and he can hear her screaming. He prefers to assume the screams are of pleasure as he takes her at her word and violently fucks her, holding one of her hands twisted behind her back, while he pummels her with the other one. 'God! It feels just like a rape!' he thinks, as he comes, pumping his spunk deep up into her. He collapses on top of her, this time really drained. ……………………………………. The sky fell on his head two days after the episode with young Stacy. A packet arrived by special delivery twenty minutes after his wife went out to work. The inner envelope was marked 'Make sure you're alone when you play this'. He broke out in a cold sweat within seconds of loading the tape. It was a video of his fun with Stacy, but edited. Now he understood the meaning of her innocent- girl-role-play. 'No, Mister Oliviera, please. I'm only fourteen...wrong...sin...daddy...Father Murphy.' All her seduction of him, all her pleasure in their lovemaking, all that had been edited out. He watched in horror. 'It's too big, Mr Oliviera...don't come in my mouth...' And then the buggery! It looked as if he was raping her in her arsehole. Her arm twisted behind her back he was slapping her bottom brutally while he buggered her, ignoring her screams and protests, part-smothered in the pillow.' …………………………………. The two hours before Kovaks presented himself at the door were the longest of Oliviera's life. 'I see you've seen the tape, Linus. Enjoy it?' 'Bastard!' 'Probably, Linus. But more to the point, you've had your fun with my daughter, and now it's time to pay.' 'Blackmailing bastard!' 'Possibly! Indeed, that sounds like a good idea. What have you got to pay with, Linus?' 'No-one will believe it. It's obviously a set-up. There must have been several cameras. Who put them there to record it. It's clearly a frame-up for blackmail.' 'Film looks genuine enough to me, Linus. And we all know some men are so perverted they like to film their sexual exploits to enjoy them again later. By the way, the cameras are all removed now. So no hope for you there.' 'Bastard!' 'Let's get down to facts. She's a minor. Only fourteeen. You've raped her. Innocent girl, raped in all her orifices. Vagina, mouth, rectum. A pretty American blonde teenager raped by an Asian. That'll get you life in this state. Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury I rest my case.' 'Bastard!' 'Tut tut, Linus. Language! And what are you going to pay with? Your job? They'll sack you, you know. Your wife? She'll leave you, lovely innocent young bride. Your liberty. Life, Linus. And plenty of beatings in prison, with the warders looking the other way. Nobody in jail likes sex-offenders, Linus. And I hope you like it up you, Linus, because a pretty, smooth-skinned boy like you is going to be butt-fucked a lot. They'll paint tits on your back and hump you from hell to breakfast, as the quaint saying is. How long before you get aids, Linus? Nasty way to die.' All his bluster gone now. 'Anything. Anything. what do you want?' Kovaks paused a moment. 'Anything!' He thought about the lovely, innocent bride. He had seen enough of her and her husband in their bedroom ( an extra perquisite on this job) to know she had a perfect teen figure, and that she was innocent of all except the most conventional sex. She was tempting. But no! Work first, pleasure after. 'Your company's been prospecting in the South China Sea for years now. Word in the industry is they've found oil.' 'I can't. The work! The cost!' 'You can. And the cost of those explorations so far is reckoned to be three hundred million...but if you've found oil that's nothing to the value of that data to my principals. They want data. Blocks surveyed and results, positive but negative as well. Geology. Holes bored. Core sample analysis. Flow rates. The whole shooting-match, Linus. You got it on that laptop there? Ok, but you got it at work! So easy. Download to disk. Give it to me. And I'll give you the tape...the full tape.' Linus looked shell-shocked. But he agreed. When the dreadful Kovaks had gone, he felt better about it. He'd had his oats, and really that data would cost him nothing. They'd never know it had been stolen from them, and even if they did guess it had leaked out they'd never suspect him He was a totally trusted servant. His wife need never know. He'd have to be careful where he hid those tapes, though. He had an hour before she would be home . He'd have another look. He managed to hold out as he jerked off, as far as the shot where his cock entered the protesting girl's anus. Then he came, spunk arcing high to the ceiling. ……………………………………………………. Another palatial office set high in the sky. Again it could have been in any of a hundred cities. But this time it was London, and the speaker had a German accent. 'An excellent result. The data is doubly useful to us since there is no way they can know we have it. Kovaks has excelled himself.' 'We've told him to un-wind the operation. The girl has been sent to Hawaii, where our revered ex-Chief Executive Officer is indulging in his little retirement hobbies with her. And Kovaks surrenders the lease on Saturday.' 'Sehr gut, Gerhardt. Most satisfactory. Get him out of the country.' …………………………………. Kovaks timed it carefully. Mary Oliviera would be back in forty five minutes. Just time to 'bump' Oliviera into what he wanted, and not enough time for him really to think it through. Oliviera opened the door and his heart fell when he saw the dark mass of Kovaks silhouetted against the sunlight, filling the doorway. 'Better invite me in. Don't want a scene on your respectable doorstep. You perverts have to be careful, you know.' 'You promised the tape.' 'I lied! That's another thing about blackmailers, Linus. They lie! I keep thinking about your offer of 'Anything'. Remember that, Linus? 'Anything!' And I keep thinking about your lovely bride. So trim and petite. I love that. And so innocent. Yes, I've been filming your tame lovemaking for a week or two, Linus. Surely you guessed that? I see from your face you didn't guess. I think those lovely lips deserve better than just a tongue. And those lovely other lips...how I love them shaven, Linus...they deserve a tongue. And that sweet little arsehole. How can you resist it, Linus? I couldn't. And I won't! I will, of course want to sample her cunt, too.' 'Bastard! You promised. I won't do it.' 'Down to you, of course, Linus. Matter of balancing two things, I suppose. All this.' His sweep of the arm took in the luxurious home. 'And on the other side the agreement of your wife to do for two...make that three hours...what many women have been only too pleased to grant me. I take a pride in my technique, Linus. You've not only raped a minor now, remember. Your company is bound to sue when they get a copy of that disk. You really should have taken your passwords and file numbers off it, Linus. Totally damning evidence I fear.' 'I won't. Bastard!' 'Swear if it helps. But you've got till eight this evening. Present yourself and your willing bride at eight sharp. At ten past, if you don't show, I will feel the need to confess my illegal receipt of your data. At eight ten my conscience will get the better of me. I'll leave you now. Your wife will be back in twenty minutes, so you have that long to decide how much and how little to tell her, and how to persuade her. Good luck, old fellow!' …………………………………….. One minute to eight, Kovaks sees their door open and the two of them cross the gardens to his doors. They are not talking, and he is leading her with her arm in his. 'Ah, Mary and Linus! How good of you to come at such short notice. I see you have dispensed with coats. The evening is warm, isn't it. Linus, I suggest you sit over there.' He pointed to an upright, wooden, armchair in the corner. 'And Mary, you make yourself comfortable over there.' The settee, covered in deep red velvet, was at the other end of the room. 'I would offer you a drink, but I find it dulls the responses, don't you?' Mary sat silent. 'I said, Mary, that a drink would dull the senses. Don't you agree?' He was standing over her now, his presence over-powering, as intended. 'Yes, Mr Kovaks. It does tend to.' 'Good. I see Linus has properly briefed you. There is no point in unwilling cooperation. Enter into it with spirit, and it will be better for your man! We do so want this to be a pleasant and educational experience for all of us, don't we, Mary?' 'Yes, Mr Kovaks.' Sitting beside her on the settee, Kovaks amused himself by still using the light conversational tone. 'What a charming dress, Mary. I believe it is the traditional sari, is it not?' 'Yes, Mr Kovaks.' 'I have always wanted to know how it is secured. Is it true that it is simply wound round and round, and then tucked in here.' His hand touched her bosom, and she started as if touched by a hot coal. 'That seems so chancy. So easy to suddenly find yourself naked. And all those layers. Fortunate you have such a slim, svelt figure my dear. Stand up and show me how the sari works.' If she were blonde, he thought, she would be blushing. But these, modest downcast eyes were, perhaps even better. 'Do as he says, my sweet. The sooner you do, the sooner it's over.' 'And if you speak again, Linus, I shall have to gag you. And tie you. But he is right, as it happens, Mary. Show me.' She stood and unwound the sari, by habit folding the delicate silk carefully. 'And there was I imagining you Indian beauties are naked under the sari. Ah! These illusions. But they are absolutely charming. How lovely that dazzling white is against your glowing brown skin. My word! I find myself quite tempted by you, Mary. Against my better feelings, of course, but quite tempted. Turn round and show me the back....and Linus your lovely front, as well. Delightful. Now here, beside me.' 'Closer! I won't bite you! I may eat you, but I won't bite! Not funny, Linus? Ah well, I try. And your bride has the most delightful body.' He was caressing her breast, smoothing the satin and lace. 'I'm sure you don't really need these, my dear. You've put them on just to please me. Are they her best lingerie, Linus? Speak up, man.' 'Yes, Mr Kovaks.' Yes Mr Kovaks. No Mr Kovaks. A little more eloquence the two of you. Remember the idea is to please me.' 'I'll try to please you, Mr Kovaks.' 'That's better, Mary. Now slip out of that brassiere. Ah! Yes! I knew it. You don't need it at all. They stand perfectly. Be careful when you have children, Mary. These are so perfect it would be a shame to spoil them. And sensitive too.' He had licked one naked breast, and nibbled the brown nipple of the other one. Both nipples stood. 'Undo my shirt buttons, Mary. And then you will have the feel of me against your breasts.' As the shirt slipped onto the floor, she was aghast at the mat of thick black hair that covered him, shoulders, arms, chest, and even down his back. He was like a cave bear. It felt so strange when he pulled her too him and kissed her. The hairs tickled her bare flesh, and she could feel her nipples sticking into it. 'Delightful, my dear. No sign of any baby. Flat and firm.' He stroked her belly, slipping his hand into the waistband of her satin panties. 'What have you been playing at, Linus? Four weeks, and still no baby coming. Well, we may see what we can do about that. Fancy a white baby? Hairy like its Dad?' 'Oh, please, no. It's just the wrong time of the month for me. Don't make me pregnant, please.' 'Problem, being Catholic, isn't it. Ah, well. If you're nice to me, I may find some other place to put all those little man-sperms, Mary. Any ideas?' 'I said, any ideas, Mary?' 'No, Mr Kovaks. ' 'Early days, I suppose, my dear. Now I want you to take off those panties. Very nice. How sensible to shave, and so pretty, too. Mmmmm. My dear, you've scented it for me. Jasmine? I thought so. How very nice of you. My trousers now. There. That's cosy, isn't it? I'm bigger than Linus, aren't I? Do you like big, hairy cocks Mary?' 'I don't know, Mr Kovaks.' Suddenly she was upside down, handled by Kovaks as if she were a feather. Her face was crushed against his cock and his balls. She hung onto his shaggy body so as not to fall onto her head. She felt his rough chin on the inside of her thighs, and then his lips on her cunt, wide-open for him as her legs splayed out. She hung on to him as his tongue slid the length of her slit, into her vagina, and then back to her clit, where it paused as he nibbled at it. Despite herself, despite her shame and religious guilt, he was arousing her. She could tell herself that it was a simple response to a stimulus, like the doctor's hammer producing a knee jerk, but she knew that Kovaks would know she was reacting, that her cunt lips were swelling and her slit becoming slick and slippery. That he knew her shame was doubly shaming. And his cock was pressed right across her face, from her chin to her forehead. She could hardly open her mouth to breathe without touching it with her lips. She pushed at it with her tongue. 'Now, that's nice, Mary. More of that. Your tongue on my shaft. She a good cock-sucker, Linus? I heard all Indian lasses give good head. What was that book, something Sutra?' 'She's never...I mean we never...' 'Oh my poor Linus. We must correct that. And I just love to see a pretty little girl giving head.' He twirled her upright again, and set her on her feet. 'Come with me, my little angel. Feel this. He's hard! He must enjoy seeing his wife being sucked off. Some men do, you know, Mary. I said feel it. That's right. Tell me, my little Indian princess, is he still hard?' 'He is, Mr Kovaks. Oh, please don't make us do this, please.' 'He has too many clothes on. Strip, Linus. Let's all see that cock. Now your tongue on my cock again, Mary. Take you time, my angel. I know this is all very new.' While her husband reluctantly took his clothes off, reluctant because he was ashamed of his erection, ashamed that he did indeed find it exciting to see another man fondling, fingering and licking his wife, Mary made her first explorations of cock-sucking. Her cunt was still inflamed by the completely new sensation Kovaks lips and tongue had given it, and like her husband there was something liberating about having her man watch her with another. As she knelt in front of Kovaks, his hands stroked her hair, very gently directing her face towards his cock. She licked the shaft, tentatively with the very tip of her pointed tongue. She saw it twitch with pleasure, and repeated the caress. There was a drop of liquid in the eye of the angry red helmet. she lifted it with the tip of her tongue, and tasted it salty. This new experience had her entranced. Linus watched, naked now, in a mixture of several emotions, anger, horror, jealousy, but all those feelings buried under a breathless excitement. Linus hated himself for it. It went against all the morality he had followed through his life. It offended his religion. But he could not help himself. He was more excited by his wife's evident pleasure in sucking this bully's cock than he had ever been before. Kovaks could see her back and bottom in the long mirror. He had positioned her kneeling so he would be able to enjoy that sight: he was delighted too, to see her man erect, and stroking his cock. His pleasure increased as he felt her lips close round his knob. She had finally succumbed, and was willingly sucking him. He felt the shape of her head under his palms, through her fine hair, and pulled it onto him, and she took the length of him into her mouth and throat. If he was not careful he would come...and he no longer repeated as he had as a young man, so that would be a waste. Time to cement her corruption, as she would see it, by giving this couple a taste for one embrace their wretched Church had forbidden. 'She's a natural, Linus. I can hardly believe you haven't been teaching her. Or perhaps a brother or uncle?' 'Oh, no. She would never.' 'Ah! But she is, isn't she. And very well, too.' Her head was bobbing up and down now, completely committed to the task. 'Stand here, Linus. Now, my angel, try this one. It's not as long or as broad as mine, but you can't have everything.' He pulled her head from his cock, and was proud to hear her complaint. Then he directed it to the springy, brown shaft she had seen, felt, but never before even kissed. Her mouth closed on it avidly. Kovaks lay on the carpet beside them, watching her suck. They were a pretty couple, he thought, she with her fine limbs and sweet, round breasts, he slightly darker, but with a smooth skin too, and an almost feminine arse. He reached and fondled her bottom as she knelt. He squeezed his hand between her legs, and found her slit. Almost imperceptibly she opened her legs a fraction, and his finger slipped in. She was wet. His finger slid over her clit, and she moaned, the sound half-stifled by the cock in her mouth. He was wanking her properly now, licking her thighs and buttocks, while he pressed, pulled and stroked her clitoris and cuntlips. He felt her coming, and looked up. Her man had come in her mouth. She was still sucking at his cock, and some of the cum she had not been able to swallow was dribbling from her mouth down her chin. The tableau was motionless as her body spasmed, and the Linus pulled his cock from her mouth. 'Well, my dears. That was a success, wasn't it? He'll want that again, sweetie. Won't you, Linus? But you've left me still unsatisfied. Over here, Mary. ' He sat again on the settee, Mary on his lap, her back to him. His cock rose from between her legs as if she were some transsexual. He lifted her, and as she dropped again it slipped into her. A wave of pleasure went through her body as the cock stretched her. She hated herself, but she could not help it. She wanted this cock. She was raising herself and dropping onto him, raising herself again and dropping, scarcely aided by the hairy hands cradling her tits. She could feel his breath on her neck, and his tongue licking the salt from her shoulders. Now Kovaks was beckoning her husband, who knelt in front of them His mouth was on her clit, giving her almost unbearable pleasure as her vagina was reamed and her clit nibbled. 'Sweet Jesus, I'm a whore,' she thought. 'And my husband is worse. And he did it first, with the Kovaks girl. But I could do it with this man for ever.' The words slipped out, out-of-control, 'I'm a whore! Suck me! Fuck me! Sweet Jesus, all my life I...Oooh. Fuck. Ah! I'm coming'. Kovaks tightened his hold on her tits, and rammed his cock hard up into her, holding it there to feel the waves going through her body. Her husband nipped her clit between finger and thumb, and got his tongue into her vagina alongside Kovaks' cock. He was jerking his own cock with his free hand, hard again, and excited close to coming by this threesome. Kovaks intended to have her arse before he came. He knew he would lose interest as soon as he came, and did not intend to waste this. And he could further corrupt both of them : fleetingly he realized the truth that it was their corruption, his power over them to make them willingly offend against their beliefs, and the knowledge that this would never again be reconciled within them, this perverse manipulation was what he found exciting. Even more than her sweet, almost teenager body. 'Kneel down. You, Linus, get behind her. Now your tongue in her arse. I want to see you rim her. Yes, stroke her cunt by all means, but I want to see your tongue in her arse. She's hot for you, Linus. Feel how she's moving her sweet buttocks onto you, wriggling. She'd take anyone now, and in any hole. Try her arse, Linus. You heard what I said? I said her arse. That's it, in her! Yes! No, harder. Shag her arse. Fill her and open her for me.' His secret dreams had been of having his wife's bottom-hole. Since the day they had met at his Uncle's house, when she was ten, he'd thought about that little, forbidden hole. And she was beyond thought now, so wrought by the orgasms and by her mxsture of guilt and lust. Her hands clutched at her cunt, driving herself to another climax, as her husband crashed his cock into her. Linus was on the point of coming when his orgasm suddenly took a fierce and sinister turn. His wife had come, but he was still deep in her arse, on the point of another draining climax, when he felt Kovaks behind him, that huge, wedge- shaped cock pressing on his anus, and then the pang as Kovaks forced his entry. At that very moment, Linus filled his wife's rectum with his hot come, and fell away from her, back into Kovaks arms. Mary, emerging from the ecstasy of her latest orgasm, saw her husband being fucked by the macho figure of her neighbour. He looked so frail, his slender brown body hardly capable of sustaining the weight of the body leaning over his back. Kovaks laughed. 'Never seen a pretty boy fucked, Mary. He loves it. Look how he's pushing back on me. But your arse is sweeter, my angel.' He pulled out of her husband and knelt behind her kneeling form. Her anus was wide-dilated by her husbands' fucking, and despite his larger size, his prick slipped easily in. His arms around her, he held onto her tits. This time he would come!' Mary was an incoherent mix of desire for yet another orgasm, and shame at her lust. But she pushed back to meet each of his thrusts, her hand tearing again at her cunt, driving her passion ever upwards. She was on the point of coming when Kovaks pulled out that extra quarter inch, freeing his cock from her anus. His next thrust took him into her cunt. Even as she came, she was screaming, 'Not there. Jesus, not there. Oh Yes! Yes! I'm coming. Oooh. You promised. No. Not there! Yes! Yes!' Her arse crashed against his thighs, and the spunk he had built up in an hour of bullying sex, spurted into her, at the very moment of her climax. For moments after their two, wonderful orgasms, Kovaks moved his cock in and out of her cunt, feeling the last ripples of her coming. As usual, once he had come, he lost interest and dismissed them. He did not give them the tape he had promised of Linus with the blonde teen. That would have been too dangerous. But he did give the an un-edited tape of the whole of the events of that evening. Next day, Kovaks was gone. A van arrived and took the few bits of furniture and possessions that were his. The Olivieras were left alone, with their disturbing new knowledge, and the probability that Linus would become a father in nine months time. He prayed the child would favor the mother, and not the father. ……………………………………….. London, again. A year later, but the two executives we met earlier might not have moved in all that time. 'We've been had. They've taken us for a ride. Seven hundred and fifty million dollars, and for nothing.' The speaker was thick-set and muscular. He cracked his knuckles as he talked, and you could see a dangerous anger in his eyes. He looked like a neanderthal, despite his immaculate charcoal-grey suit. 'Clever!' 'And simple. All the data is genuine. All they have done is scramble the GPS positional data so we bid for the wrong blocks...all the hopeless ones.' The other man at the table nodded. He was lean, short and gaey. Pallid, his weak blue eyes showed no emotion. 'And they bid us all the way up, too, to make it hurt. Still,our turn next time, perhaps. Win some lose some. But where is Kovaks nowadays?' 'Alexandria. You promoted him after his South China Sea intelligence coup! He's H.O.S.M.E.A. 'For Christ's sake, Gerhardt, speak English.' 'Head Of Security Middle Eastern Affiliates.' 'Get him back. I feel like fixing Mr Kovaks.' 'Anthony?' 'I think so.' He lifted a phone. 'Send Mr Churchill in, please, Miss Williams.' He must have been waiting because the double leather-covered door opened and a tall, rangy Afro-Caribbean walked in. He walked with a nonchalant ease. You could see his body would be that of a boxer under the regulation gray suit, silk in his case. His head was shaven, and he had a gold ring in one ear. There was something insolent in his manner. And something camp about the way he stood, despite his macho body. 'Ah! Anthony. We may have a job for you. You will enjoy it.' Yes, Anthony. We need to punish a servant who has failed the company. Both because he failed and as an example to others. We considered eliminating him, but have decided there may be other methods almost as painful to him, but leaving him as an example.' The corpse-like executive carried on. 'He has a daughter, the apple of his eye... Does that suggest anything, Anthony? And he is a very macho type. Does that create the germ of any idea?' 'I shall write you my proposal, sir, and it will be on your desk this afternoon.' 'Excellent, Anthony. Miss Williams has all the names and places you'll need.' …………………………………………….. Kovaks knew he could be in trouble when Anthony and two of his bruisers met him at Heathrow and hustled him to the waiting limo.But they wouldn't talk as the car went sedately, always inside the speed limit, towards the Wiltshire Manor corporate training facility. He had been told he was required to lecture new appointees on the need for secure communications, so he was still in some doubt. He also knew the cellars of the Manor housed some very specialised security equipment. He knew because he had helped instal it. If he was going down into the vaulted dungeons he was in deep trouble. 'This way, Kovaks.' He considered making a run for it. He was bigger than any of the three. But he knew they were pros, and he would only end up getting hurt, to no avail. Perhaps they only wanted information, and this was not one of their infamous punishment sessions. He decided he'd tell them anything they wanted. They'd get it in the end in any case. He was told to strip naked in a sort of ante-room. Then he was propelled into a room he knew only too well. Two of the bruisers, clones of Anthony, with their shaven, polished heads, and their ebony skin, hustled him to the frame and tied him too it, spread-eagling him. They gagged him and left him. He had no way of knowing how long it was, perhaps only minutes, when the door was thrust open, and a bundle thrown onto the floor. The dimmer was turned up and as the light increased, he realized, with horror, who it was. In her short tartan skirt, white cotton socks and court shoes, her white school blouse, it could only be his daughter, Fiona. He would have screamed, 'No. No. No.' But the gag stopped him. She had been weeping, and her lovely, long black hair was loose. Anthony addressed the room. 'A family reunion. How very nice. For the time being you'll stay there, Daddy. Do you know what this is, Little Fiona?' 'No.' 'This is a knife. A very special knife.' It had a wooden handle and a short, curved blade. You could see it was wickedly sharp. 'The peasants in the land my parents came from used this knife for castrating pigs and sheep. Some of our tribal chiefs would also use it on slave boys to create a new sexual plaything. You know what castration is? I see you do, Fiona. Ah! The power of education. If I'd had an education, I might be something better than a company enforcer. Hey ho! Castration. No sheep here and no slaveboys, but one pig. You will do exactly what I say, or daddy will lose his bollocks. You know what bollocks are, Miss Fiona. Ah yes, I see you do.' He closed the knife up and slipped it back into his waistcoat pocket. 'Now our first task is to get Daddy interested. We want his cock nice and hard. All three of us appreciate a nice hard cock, Miss Fiona. Now what else have you learned at school? Try a few caresses.' Slowly the slender figure approached her father, and putting her arms on his shoulder kissed him. 'Oh, Daddy. I'm so sorry.' 'Not a good start. Nothing here, look. ' He grasped the limp cock in his hand before dismissively flicking it. 'Show him your tits. We know he likes little girly tits.' The girl 'Stacy', Ivy Wigg, had been right. Kovaks' habitual fucking of teen girls was a substitute for his own daughter. Her naked breasts so firm and pointy against his chest, broke through his fear and trepidation. She felt him getting hard against her belly as she rubbed her tits on his hairy chest. He closed his eyes, but it was no good. The vision of that body, her hair, her lips, but above all her tits, lingered, and he was fully erect. Meanwhile, Anthony had stripped, hanging his clothes up carefully as befitted very expensive hand-made articles. 'That's more like it, Kovaks. Very nice!' He weighed the balls in one hand, and gave the throbbing shaft a couple of swift caresses, his hand loosely around it. 'Now, lads. Like we agreed.' To her horror, Fiona was seized by one of them, while the other tore her remaining clothes from her. In the case of her panties, he quite literally tore the crotch out. He held the tattered silk and lace to his face and breathed deeply. 'Lovely! can't wait!' 'You'll have to wait. Plenty of time for that later! Grab her other leg! Now lift.' With her legs wide apart, she was raised from the ground, handled by the two thugs as if she had no weight at all. 'One minute!' Anthony felt her cunt as she was displayed to him. 'Dry as old leather! Clearly, Miss Fiona, neither your daddy nor me turns you on. Never mind. We've got what you need here.' He squeezed gel from the tube and applied it to her spread slit. She gasped and winced as he anointed the cunt itself. 'I think...Well, Miss Fiona. You are a good little girl aren't you. A virgin, no less. Not even a candle been up here yet. That'll look good in the report. You hear that, Kovaks? Your little girl's a virgin. But not for long. Now lads!' At his command they carried her over to her waiting father, her legs splayed, his cock erect. Carefully, they lowered her onto the cock. She screamed as her weight forced him up into her. She hung her arms round his neck, to take some of the weight off her clit and pubic bone, resting on the base of his prick. Anthony took her legs, passed them round the back of the tied figure, and linked her ankles together behind him. 'Now hold tight there, Fiona, while these two reprobates strip for you. Kovaks could not move, and nor could his daughter. He was excited but there was no risk of his coming, even with this long-desired cunt round his cock. Lust battled with fear, the two emotions in balance. Anthony was still standing behind his victim. 'Not my sort of arse, to be honest Kovaks. Too broad and too hairy for me. I like them younger and smoother. But it will look good in my report to the Board so here goes.' He parted the hairy buttocks with both hands, and brutally shoved his cock, un-oiled, into the unprepared arse. For the first time that evening, Kovaks screamed through his gag. His tiny, struggling movements communicated themselves to his daughter's cunt, and despite herself she could feel her clit becoming erect as it rubbed on the base of her daddy's cock. Despite herself, her vagina was giving tiny twitches, gripping and releasing the invading prick. Anthony fucked hard and brutally. He seemed to get bored and pulled it out, still massively erect. He had not come. 'Duty done! I could have just said in the report that he'd been fucked. But it's safer to actually do it. Doesn't do to try to deceive The Board, eh Kovaks? You agree?' He and wiped his cock on the hairy buttocks. 'This is for your little girl, Kovaks, now you've opened the way for us.' His two assistants, naked now, grasped her thighs again, and lifted her off. 'Say, Boss! Look at that. She was, too.' Kovaks' cock was streaked with blood. 'I could feel it there, Lee. Now hold her for me. There, over the table.' The table was round, of polished oak. One of the naked, muscular males pulled her arms towards him across it, while the other grasped both ankles and bent her in half, her legs wide- splayed. Her cunt and arse were completely open, at the edge of the table. It was clear the three had done this before to other girls, as there was no hesitation or discussion. It had all the appearance of routine. She lay on her back, sobbing partly in fear, partly in her shame at being exposed, and partly in guilt at having been aroused by her father's penetration. Anthony stood in front of her, his cock touching her open cunt-lips, black against the pink flesh and fine black fuzz. He leaned forward and grasped her breasts, one in each hand. 'I fancy this pretty little arsehole, boys, but instructions are to fill her with come. Pity.' 'Fuck her in the arse, Boss, but come in her cunt!' 'You always were a lateral thinker, Josh! That's just what I'll do.' As he forced his cock in, he twisted each tit, making her scream through her sobs, though whether because of his forced entry or because of his bruising her bosom, who knows? 'Won't take long, Kovaks. Watch this. Your little girl being bum-fucked. But I'm about to fuck her cunt. Fancy a little black grandson? Remind you of this night every time you see him. Now, out of here, and into here. Hey! That's good. I can feel you, sweetie. Not so bad after all, is it?' 'Please don't. Not in me, please.' 'It's a sin to spill seed on the ground, sweetie. Don't you know your Bible? No, it's got to be in you, little darling. Jesus! You're gripping.' There was little passion in his fuck. Perhaps he preferred boys. But he came in her, with long, sweeping thrusts, still twisting her tits in time with his movement. 'You next, Josh? You look ready for it.' Josh had been holding her hands, pulled back over the table, his ebony prick standing in readiness. They all exchanged roles. Anthony held her arms, Lee fastened one ankle to a table leg, and patiently held her the other one as he sat on the floor. Josh stood in front of the victim, his cock in his hand. 'Slips in real good, Boss. Sweet little cunt. That slippery you, honey? Or my Boss's come.' Josh fucked with more enthusiasm than his Boss, and was caressing those tits rather than punishing them. He stroked and licked them, and made sure his long, strong sweeps into her cunt rubbed her clitoris with their full length. Again, she felt the shame of an involuntary excitement 'down there'. She was still appealing to him not to come in her, but he could see from her flushed face and her little panting moans that he was having his effect. In fact, she was coming as with a dozen cruel thrusts he came and collapsed on her bosom, pumping his spunk into her. He changed roles with Lee, who was not at all fazed by the mix of cum and pink blood that dripped down her white thighs. He added his to her harvest of cum .He was too quick for her to feel much. All three were still erect! 'Now, sweetie, you'll suck daddy.' 'No! I can't. You can't make me. Please, no.' 'Remember the knife!' Released, she stumbled to the tied figure, knelt, and took his prick in her hand. She licked it tentatively. 'Make him cum...or it's the knife for him and the whip for you.little darling.' Her hands round his buttocks, she took his knob in her mouth. Once she had undergone this first disgrace it seemed less to suck and bob on it, as some of the wicked girls at school had described. It had to be done, so the sooner the better, she thought, and she pressed her tits into his legs, moving her head faster, and sucking harder. Then she parted his buttocks, and let her index finger tap in his hairy arsehole, as the girls had described to her. She had no warning as the first spurt filled her mouth, making her gag. She flinched back, and the next white eruption hit her breasts. She stood.' 'Good girl!' 'Will you free us now? What are you going to do with us?' 'Immediately, sweetie, you're going to spend the night with Josh. Keep his bed warm. By the look of you just now, you might enjoy that. Tomorrow it's Lee, and then me. And then a day with Josh again. After a fortnight you'll have an examination. If you're pregnant, then you'll go away. If not, then more fun and games with us. See, Kovaks, you're going to have a black grandson, whatever!' 'Where will you send me?' 'Hawaii, lucky girl. There's a fat old man with a penchant for teen girls. He also has some games he likes to play with pregnant fillies. So you'll qualify for his harem on both counts. Then off to a little business we run in Haiti. You'll have plenty of exercise there for this sweet little box.' He stroked her cunt with the back of his hand. 'And your child will grow up to a life of pleasures in the same little business, whether it's a boy or a girl. I just hope the child has the best of our looks. I mean you, and whichever of us three is father! Gag her, Josh! can't stand that moaning!' At that moment the door opened, and two white-coated orderlies entered with a stretcher-trolley. 'Ah! And that's the big surprise for you, Kovaks. No! Don't worry! Dr Mancusa is a fine surgeon. World class, in fact. There was some discussion, Kovaks, as to whether to give you a vagina. But, on balance, The Board decided not. After all, no hetero male would really want to fuck you. And gays will be just as happy with your arsehole. So Dr Mancusa will just remove all this.' He reached out and squeezed his balls, then flicking at his cock. 'Don't worry. He'll leave it all nice and tidy. In fact, you'll never know you ever had them.' Again the rough caress. 'And then to Haiti, to await the arrival of your daughter and your new grandchild. You'll have to work for your keep in the brothel.' One of the orderlies injected him in his arm, and when he was unconscious cut him down to place him on the trolley. As they wheeled him out, Lee and Anthony were dressing, to leave Josh, naked, with the sobbing brunette still splayed out on the table. FIN