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 A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

   Part 8 of The Grange

   "You have a visitor Ann" her mother called from the bottom of the stairs
"It's Stacey, shall I send her up?"

   "Please mum" came Ann's reply.

   Ann looked at her bedside clock.  8.30.  What the hell was her friend
doing up and out of the house at this time during the holidays?

   The door opened and Stacey stuck her head around.  The room was dim with
the curtains drawn and it took a moment for the girl t adjust to the semi
darkness.

   "Still in bed huh" noted Stacey

   "duh Yeah!  Why aren't you?" replied Ann

   "Well I could be" said Stacey "But I need a break from Matt pawing me."

   "Jeez, wish we could swap, I haven't seen cock in days!" moaned Ann.

   "You little whore" laughed Stacey "It can get a bit tiresome though."

   "If you say so" replied Ann unconvinced.  "So what's the deal, surely
now the pics can't be a problem?"

   "Naw, he showed them to dad already."

   "Shit!  Really, what did he say?" asked Ann

   "He said" she began "He said he'd wished that he'd seen it himself."

   Ann laughed "Your dad is becoming a serious perv."

   "Yeah I know" replied Stacey "fun isn't it."

   Both girls laughed.

   "Anyways" Stacey continued "Dad says that Matt is in charge whenever he
ain't around and that there will be trouble if I don't do what I'm told. 
Dad even said that it might make me a better daughter!"

   "He means a more pliable daughter I think" smirked Ann.

   "Whore"

   "Slut" replied Ann

   "What ya wearing under there?" asked Stacey

   "just the usual pj's"

   "You gonna get up?"

   "I suppose so"

   "Can I watch?"

   "Slut" answered Ann as she slipped out of bed.

   Ann moved to stand in front of her young friend before peeling off her
pyjama top.  She moved in closer so that she was only inches from the other
girls face before she shoved the yellow brushed cotton bottoms down.

   "Eat me" she hissed "Eat me for breakfast Stace."

   Stacey's tongue lashed out at her freshly shaved cunt and moments later
her face was buried between flesh as she attempted to lose her tongue
seeking the other girls womb.

   "Do you girls want tea?" came Mrs Mitchell's voice from the foot of the
stairs.

   "Please mum" squeaked Ann "Just coming!" she added as her friend broke
off in fits of laughter.

   "What" squealed Ann with wide eyes

   "just coming indeed.  Whore." Spat Stacey.

   Stacey nipped to the bathroom to wash her face as Ann tugged on some
clothes and the girls were soon sitting around the kitchen table drinking
tea as Mrs Mitchell buzzed about.

   "So girls" she started "Just a week left before school starts - any
plans?"

   "Well Mrs M" answered Stacey "That's why I'm here so early, Dad is
having one of his business dinners on Friday and wondered if Ann could stay
over to help out?"

   "I'm sure she'd be delighted to Stacey.  I doubt that her father will
have any objections, not if it' to help out your father."

   "Thanks Mrs M.  Dad will be really pleased."

   The girls left shortly after to walk into the nearby town on the premise
of acquiring pens and pencils for the new school year.

   As they walked up the road Ann linked her fingers in Stacey's.  "Bags I
use your brother at the weekend"

   Stacey laughed "You can have him, keep him, whore!"

   "Honestly, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't get him your dad to do
me every now and then."

   "You'd find an alley, lift your skirt and offer it to any boy who
passed." Replied Stacey slyly.

   "Umm" thought Ann out loud "Good idea!"

   That kept them chuckling all the way into town.

   A couple of hours later and the girls had finished their meagre
shopping. They could have finished in 10 minutes but the freedom was
infectious and they took their own sweet time.

   As they headed back down the road the heavens opened and they ran for
shelter in a shop doorway.  They were still there five minutes later
waiting for the rain to ease.

   "It ain't gonna stop girls" said a voice from behind.

   They turned and recognised the boy as one of the first group who Matt
had invited around.  Neither could remember his name.

   "It's David - I don't remember too much about you either - nearly didn't
recognise you with clothes on" he joked

   The girls shushed him and he laughed.

   "I have a lift coming.  We could give you a ride home if you want." He
went on.

   The girls exchanged glances.

   "Just a ride home" confirmed Stacey

   "Yeah sure, you can trust me" replied David.

   Another exchange of glances.

   "Ok thanks" said Ann A few minutes later and the rain was still pelting
down as a battered white van drew up.

   "This is it girls" said David as he dashed for the door.

   He held it open as the two teens reconsidered.

   "Hey girls, it's wet out here, c'mon." he chided

   "We'll get soaked if we don't" Ann pointed out

   The girls ran for the van and David ushered them in through the side
door before clambering in after them and dragging the door shut.

   There were no seats in the back.  Just three other boys, two of whom the
girls recognised, braced around the sides of the van.

   "That's my cousin Mikey and his mate Darren up front" said David "You
might remember Martin and James" he winked "and the ugly one in the corner
is Dylan"

   In fact, Ann thought, Dylan was absolutely gorgeous.

   "You ready back there" snapped Mikey from the drivers seat and the girls
were encouraged between the boys seated around the van as it lurched off.

   Ann had Dylan on one side and David on the other, whilst Stacey, on the
opposite side of the van, was sandwiched between Martin and James.

   "So where do you nice girls know this rabble from?" asked Dylan

   "Long story" shouted Stacey "Too long for this trip"

   David laughed and Martin and James joined in.

   "C'mon guys" pleased Dylan "what's the joke?"

   "It is a long story" confirmed Martin "but essentially, these two love
gang bangs"

   Stacey started to object but Dylan held up a hand for quiet.

   "Hey Mikey" he shouted "Drive round the block a few times.  I have a
story to listen to."

   "No way guys.  We have to get home before they start searching" whined
Stacey

   "Far as I could tell" said David "You've been wandering round town
killing time for the last hour or so, doubt that you have a deadline. 
`sides, what's a lil story between friends?  Do you wanna tell it or should
we?" he asked Stacey.  Stacey folder arms across her chest and scowled at
David and then Ann.

   Between the three of them the story started.  Dylan listened with
interest as he heard how Stacey had tried to set up her friend.  He
listened with even greater interest when they detailed Ann allowing them to
tie her up and then practically begging to be beaten, stripped and fucked
and then, as the tale moved on to the pursuit of the "hard to get" Stacey
he slipped an arm around Ann's shoulder and drew her closer.

   The boys recalled minute detail of the capture and stripping of Stacey
and then further detail of her initial rape by the first boy (not present).
By the time they were describing how well she liked cock at both ends Dylan
was caressing Ann's left breast through her shirt.

   As the van took another turn the boys went on to the period when Ann and
Stacey 69ed for them before they lay back and the boys all had another go.

   Dylan reached and fondled Ann's second breast and the girl moaned.

   "Oh fuck" hissed Stacey as she realised that her friend was no longer in
the real world.

   "Find a place to park Mikey" yelled Dylan.

   "C'mon guys, just a ride home" Stacey pleaded "It'll be rape and you'll
be in trouble"

   Dylan laughed.

   "I don't think that the little miss here is gonna say no" he squeezed
both breasts at once "are you girlie?"

   Ann gurgled a "whatever" and let her head rest against the boys shoulder
as her massaged her tits.

   Dylan looked at Stacey, "You can just watch and wait if you want.  When
we're finished with her we'll take you home.  No worries, no trouble."

   Stacey glared at him as he turned his attention back to Ann.  "Let's get
that shirt off sweetie" he whispered in her ear.

   By the time the van ground to a halt a few minutes later Ann wore a
sock. Just the one sock.  Everything else had been expertly removed by the
boys working in unison.

   Dylan shoved a finger inside the girls cunt "Ann....  It is Ann yeah?
... do you want me to stop?"

   "Noooooo" came the final nail in the coffin.

   "You gonna take us all?" he went on

   Ann nodded

   The rear doors were flung open.  The van was parked in a lightly wooded
area.  There was no sign of houses or building of any kind.

   "Sweet" exclaimed Mikey as the naked teen was encouraged out of the van.

   A blanket followed her and was soon spread on the rough ground.

   Stacey rolled her eyes as Ann greedily took one cock in her mouth as she
helped guide another into her pussy from behind.

   David slipped an arm around her shoulders, brushed her erect nipple
through her shirt and asked

   "Wanna play or you gonna watch?"

   Stacey didn't reply, but she didn't push him away either and her
nakedness was also assured from that moment on.

   As the two slightly battered and dishevelled girls walked together down
the lane towards The Grange Stacey tried to reason that she only did it to
speed things up, that Ann couldn't have dealt with all of them.

   Ann's reply was brief and to the point.  "Yeah right slut."

   The girls were in the shower, together, when Matt found them.

   "Ah excellent" he hissed "Lovely to see you Ann, lovely to see so much
of you."

   As Stacey dressed Ann knelt before the boy and collected yet another
dose of protein before she was allowed to dress and head home.

   Friday came round soon enough and Ann was encouraged to be up and out
early in the morning to ensure that she was as much use as possible.

   In fact Ann well knew that outside caterers would do most of the setting
up.  She and Stacey might have particular targets to charm that evening,
but the day would be quite lazy.  Ann just hoped that Matt wouldn't be too
tired.

   Mr Stevens opened the door to her.

   "You're keen Ann, it's only 8.15 and the dinner won't be served until
7.30 this evening!"

   "Mum wanted to make sure I was here in plenty of time to be useful" she
sighed.  Mr Stevens laughed at her.  "Best you go up and get my offsping
out of bed, or clamber in with them if the urge takes you." He winked at
her

   "Mr Stevens" she squealed coyly and received an expected slap to her
backside as she moved past the man.

   "Morning Ann" said Matt sleepily without opening his eyes

   Ann pulled her mouth from his growing erection "How did you know it was
me?"

   "Who else would give me a wake up kiss there?" the boy replied as he
pushed her head back down.  "You've started now, best you finish." He
added.

   The boy exploded into her mouth shortly afterwards.  He pushed her
aside, made his way to his bathroom, pissed and returned.  Ann was still
sat where she had landed, skirt bunched up around her thighs, pale blue
panties flashing from underneath.

   Matt looked at the dribble of his cum running down her cheek.  "You love
it don't you?"

   She looked at him quizzically.

   "Well" he went on "Stacey does the things that you do but she doesn't
love it like you do.  You really love the taste of cock, of cum."

   Ann nodded slowly.

   "And you love being encouraged to push the boundaries."

   Ann nodded again, slower this time.

   "Suck me dry, I didn't shake." He commanded.

   The girl looked at his drooping cock and the glistening bead on the tip.
She crawled over to him, flicked out her tongue and captured that drop of
urine before swallowing his manhood and sucking powerfully to draw out
anything else.

   "Slut" he said as he looked down at her.  "Get out of those clothes
whilst I get dressed."

   He was still tugging a t shirt into place when the last vestige of Ann's
clothing hit the floor.

   "C'mon" he urged "I wanna watch you wake my sister."

   The dinner party that evening was to be reasonably formal.  The meal
would be taken in the dining room and then the guests would be given free
use of the pool area, the billiards room, library and lounge to mingle and
enjoy each others company.  The girls were to eat in the kitchen and join
the guests after the meal.  Matt would be part of the formal gathering and
would be expected to wear a suit for the occasion.

   Mr Stevens helped the girls choose their clothes with the usual care.

   "I might" he whispered as he tried to help Stacey into her top without
feeling her along the way "need the two of you to work separately tonight,
is that a problem?"

   "'course not daddy" squealed Stacey "we can be charming alone or as a
pair"

   both girls giggled.

   "Well" continued Mr Stevens "don't forget, no drinking during the event
and watch out for my signals - I'm not quite sure who I'll need you to
entertain."

   "No worries Mr Stevens" chimed Ann

   Ann wore a plain silk blouse over a slightly rose coloured bra which
just showed through the thin silk.  Below that she wore a short dark blue
skirt beneath which was a thong to match the bra.  Pale silk stockings and
simple black heeled shoes finished the ensemble.

   Stacey was a little brighter to look at.  She had a pair of tight
fitting red trousers topper by a gold sequinned top with thin shoulder
straps.  The straps were too thing to hide a bra so she left it off.  A red
thong that she fully expected to remain hidden was beneath her trousers. 
Her shoes were almost flat, slipper like and matching the gold colour of
her sequined top.

   Ann looked her friend before the went downstairs "You look gorgeous
Stace"

   "You're not so bad yourself" came the reply.

   Meal finished the adults broke off into groups.  Many of the women
followed Mrs Stevens into the lounge where drinks flowed freely.  Matt took
charge of the group gathered in the library and Mr Stevens flitted about as
he felt the need.

   For some time the girls were left to talk between themselves.

   Suddenly Matt was alongside.  "Ann, you come with me - Stace dad needs
you in the dining room."

   "Got a weird one Ann" said Matt as he hurried her along "Some banker and
his wife.  Everybody knows they like to play but they always play together.
Seems you and me are a team on this one."

   The words rattled around her head but made little sense.  She would do
what she needed to to titillate the guests as usual.

   Meanwhile Stacey found her father talking to a tall, reasonably fit
looking man of about 35.

   "Ah Stacey" he announced "Come here and meet Mr Harmsworth, he's a very
important client of mine." The emphasis was on the very.

   "Stacey - Mr Harmsworth" Mr Stevens continued

   Stacey held out her hand "very pleased to meet you sir, so many of
daddy's business friends as so very old" she mewed.

   The man laughed as he took her proffered hand.  "Well I'm delighted to
meet such a pretty young lady, although I would mention that I am rather
old compared to you."

   "Nonsense" she whispered "You don't look old anyway."

   Her father intervened and guided her to stand in front of him facing Mr
Harmsworth.  Seemingly ignoring the girl he carried on chatting about some
consignment or other but as he chatted his fingers worked on the straps of
her top.  By the time he was content both straps were hanging off her
shoulders.  Stacey got the message, this one could see and touch if he
wanted.

   "Anyway" Mr Steens was saying "I understand that you particularly wanted
to se the design of out poolside cubicles.  Stacey here" he said grabbing
her shoulders and guiding the top down just a little further "is an expert
as she helped to choose them.  Would it be alright if I left you wit her
whilst I talk to the other guests?"

   Mr Harmsworth allowed his gaze to wander to the flesh now uncovered by
the "slipping" top whilst Stacey smiled up at him wit as much sweet
innocence as she could muster.

   "I'm sure that your daughter would be an excellent guide, thankyou" said
Mr Harmsworth as he offerd an elbow to the girl.

   "Why thank you kind sir" said Stacey in a slight southern drawl as she
linked her arm through his.

   Meanwhile, Matt and Ann had found John and Eileen Fox in he billiard
room.  As they entered Ann noticed Matt quickly turn the key in the lock
and she wondered exactly where this was going.

   "Ah" said Mr Fox "this must be the young lady you were talking about,
your sweetheart, is tat right?"

   "Yes sir" said Matt "though I do have some trouble keeping an eye on her
sometimes."

   Ann snapped to attention and looked at the boy - sweetheart, trouble -
the boy had been better briefed than she had and she simply kept her mouth
shut and smiled politely.  "I find" continued Mr Fox "that all the best
structures are built on solid foundations.  You see boy, it's all about
starting off on the right foot and getting the basics right."

   Matt looked suitably puzzled, Ann followed his lead.

   Mr Fox went on, "Eileen here will back me up on this, a good church
background and plain white knickers are the best foundation a girl can get.

   Ann noticed her mouth was open and shut it.  Matt just nodded at the
words of wisdom.

   "Do you attend church girl?" queried Mr Fox

   "I do sir, my parents insist on it." She replied smartly

   "Excellent!  And do you always wear plain white panties?" he asked

   "Sir?" she queried

   "Ah, shy is it.  Well go over there and let Mrs Fox take a peek then."

   Ann blushed without trying and failed to move.  Matt nudged her forward
at the same time as Mr Fox bellowed at her to "get a move on".

   "Now dear" whispered Mrs Fox gently "lift up your skirt so that I can
take a peek at your panties."

   Tentatively Ann reached down and grabbed the hem of her short skirt. 
She lifted it high enough for a breeze to brush her midriff.

   "Oh no" she heard Mrs Fox exclaim "Those won't do at all."

   "What" hissed Mr Fox catching his wife's drift.  "Matthew, the girl must
be taught the difference between right and wrong before it's too late."

   "Yes sir, how do I do that" the boy dutifully asked.

   "It isn't easy boy" stormed Mr Fox "but you have to be cruel to be kind.
The girl needs a spanking."

   Ann's breath hissed out between her lips as Matt tried to suppress a
grin at th farce being played out.

   "I'm not sure that I could do that sir" Matt finally stammered out.

   "'Corse you can boy, but I understand your reticence - I could show you
how it's done if you like."

   "Thank you sir, if you don't mind." Smiled Matt

   "Noooo" wailed Ann as John Fox moved surprisingly quickly to grab her
wrist and drag her over to a nearby chair.

   Sitting down he dragged the girl across his lap.

   "Matt, if this is to be done properly" he said as he held the squirming
girl in place "I need to go er under her skirt so to speak."

   "Of course sir, would you like me to help?"

   It had been several months since Ann had been spanked and she had gotten
used to not being spanked.  Certainly not by strangers in a locked room. 
Still she realised that Matt was somehow controlling this turn of events
and stopped struggling as the boy came closer.

   She was somewhat surprised when rather than simply lifting her skirt
Matt found the catch, undid it and then completely removed it.

   Mr Fox stared down at the slightly rosy silk thong.  In fact he would
have had to stare quite hard to see the flimsy strip of material covering
the girl's rear but nonetheless he exclaimed that this might take some time
before letting the first slap land.

   Three or four slaps later and Ann felt like her buttocks were on fire.
The next few words helped to dim the pain and direct her thoughts to other
building sensations.

   "Matt my boy, this isn't working - these damn panties are far too thick
for her to feel my feeble swipes."

   Ann heard rather than saw Matt move forward.  She felt his hands at her
hips and the friction of the material as he tried to tug the thong off.  It
came away after a brief struggle and Ann pressed her nakedness into the
strange mans lap.

   SWAT, SWAT, SWAT

   Several blows landed in quick succession.  The girls legs parted a
little.

   SWAT, SWAT, feeeeel

   Finally his hand slipped between her thighs, ever so briefly.

   "Dear me" exclaimed Mr Fox "Eileen come over here, I have a dreadful
feeling that the girl is showing signs of enjoyment"

   Another hand, smaller this time, pushed between her barely parted
thighs. "You're quite right John" said his wife "She needs more punishment
if we are to save her."

   Stacey and Mr Harmsworth strolled into the pool area.  She turned on the
lights.  He truned them off again.

   "Think of the planet" he whispered "We can see well enough"

   The room was partially lit by the floor lights surrounding the pool as
well as the escaping illumination from the hallway behind them.

   "but you won't be able to see the cubicles" she whispered back

   "Don't they have individual lights?"

   "well yes"

   "Good, then we'll turn on a light when we are inside." He finished.

   Mr Harmsworth chose to encourage her to move on by gently palming her
right buttock through her tight red trousers.

   Stacey led the way to the cubicles by way of a tour of the pool so that
Mr Harmsworth could take in the underwater lighting as well as continue to
caress her arse as they walked.

   Eventually they arrived at the short row of cubicles and Stacey opened
the first door and stepped inside with her guest following quickly behind
her.

   Inside she snapped on the light and Mr Harmsworth was truly impressed
with both the size of the cubicle and the attention to detail that was
obvious.

   Benches were attached to the walls to enable people to sit, drainage
channels ran down the centre of a floor that gently sloped towards those
channels and, at shoulder height, shelving and cubby holes allowed the
storage of towels, guest swimsuits and discarded clothing.

   The whole was finished in cedar wood and the underfloor heating made the
room warm and cosy.

   "I'm very impressed" he said as he moved up behind the girl and put a
hand on either shoulder.  "You are clever to have helped in all of this" he
said as his hands slid down her hands dragging her straps and hence the
sequinned top with them.

   Stacey bit her lip as her breasts gained their freedom and waited for
him to grope some more.  He didn't.

   Mr Harmsworth sat down on one of the side benches.

   "Oh, that's a great idea Stacey - sorry you were going to get changed to
show me how easy it is in all this space?"

   The light dawned.

   "Yes, that's right, of course I was - as long as you won't be
embarrassed." Smiled Stacey.

   "No worries there young lady, I have children of my own." He replied
smoothly.  "Nothing I haven't seen before" he added as an afterthought.

   Well you haven't seen mine before thought Stacey as she wiggled her top
over her thighs and down her legs.

   She stood slowly to allow the man chance to examine her breasts.  She
even dragged her shoulders back slightly to push the small mounds out
further.  Then, satisfied that she had his attention, she kicked off her
shoes and started to slowly unzip her tight red trousers.

   Mr Harmsworth paid rapt attention as the red material eased down her
legs.  He watched patiently as the girl stood on one leg at a time to
finally remove the trousers and he waited as she carefully folded them and
demonstrated placing them in one of the little cubby holes.

   Then Stacey turned to face him, hands on hips, wearing a little red
thong and a smile.

   "So that's how easy it is" she said brightly

   "Oh, are you sure that there's enough room to get into a suit properly?
Best you show me, is there one here that might fit you?"

   Stacey forced a smile as she reached for an old bikini of hers that she
stored here.  She went to slip the top into place.

   "No I don't think that's quite right." Said Mr Harmsworth "I don't think
you would put that on until you took everything else off."

   Stacey dropped the bikini top on the bench and slipped her thong to the
floor.

   "Wonderful" he exclaimed as he stood and moved towards the naked teen.
"Is there room for cuddles if you sneak your boyfriend in?" and with that a
hand swept forward to cup her mound whilst the other landed on her shoulder
and pulled her closer.  "Well?" he asked

   "well what?" hissed Stacey as she tried to control her breathing

   "Have you ever had a boy in here" as he asked he slipped a finger
between her pussy lips and felt the lubrication starting.

   "Once or twice" squirmed Stacey

   "Did you suck them off?"

   "uh huh"

   "Did you let them fuck you?"

   "yeah"

   The pressure on her shoulders told her to kneel and she watched as Mr
Harmsworth held her head in place with one hand whilst undoing his formal
trousers with the other.

   "Your father" he said as he slipped hi erection into her mouth "will
make a lot of money from our deal.  So will I.  You, Stacey" he grunted as
his first spurt hit the back of her throat "are the icing on the proverbial
cake."

   He withdrew his softening cock from her mouth.  "I think we have time to
"consummate" our deal Stacey, I just need a few minutes to get back to full
....strength.  Sit over there and play with yourself for a minute.

   The girl sat on the bench, legs wide apart and two fingers inserted into
her cunt as she realised that her father had set this up.  Briefly she
wondered what Ann was doing but then his cock was back in her mouth and
straightening fast.

   "Hold her Matt" came the command back in the billiard room.

   Ann didn't do more than put up a token struggle as the rest of her
clothes were tossed aside and Matt and Mr Fox secured her wrists to the
corners of the billiard table with straps that "just happened" to be lying
about.

   She watched in horror as the strange old man surveyed the cues in the
holder on the wall and her horror deepened as he chose one and swung it
about viciously.  Sure enough all thoughts were blotted out by the rush of
pain as the cue was brought to bear on her naked rump.  Two or three swipes
later and a hand again explored between her legs.

   "Damn but the little girl is wet" exclaimed Mrs Fox.  "You'll have to do
better John"

   Ann looked up as Matt was led to the far end of the table by Eileen Fox.
Her head dropped back to the green baize but didn't settle as Mr Fox
grabbed her hair and told her to watch, or else.

   Matt stood impassively as his trousers were lowered by the woman.  He
did his best not to move as she caressed his balls and stroked life into
his cock but soon he was humping air as the woman expertly exercised his
manhood.

   All of this Ann watched as her buttocks stung and her soul cried out to
be fucked.  "Please Mr Fox" she whimpered "Please don't hurt me anymore."

   The laughter was cold and cruel from both ends of the table.  The butt
end of the cue was slipped between her legs and she widened her stance as
best she could to take it in.  It was going in anyway, and then out, and
then in.

   Ann screeched as her orgasm ripped through her but still Mr Fox didn't
stop.  The cue pumped in and out of the little girls cunt so that pain and
ecstasy mixed.  A second and third orgasm followed quickly and then it went
dark.

   Ann came too struggling for breath as a fat, slimy cock slipped deep
into her mouth.  Eyes wide with terror the girl caught sight of Matt
kneeling between the older woman's legs.  He had his back to her and his
hands were tied behind him.  He too was just a toy now.

   The cock came back and Ann gagged as it jerked her throats reflex action
into being and then, on the third stroke that she was aware of, he emptied
his foul and smelly load into her mouth before clamping her jaw shut with
his enormous hand and telling her to swallow it like a good girl.

   And then Mr Stevens was carrying her upstairs, still naked but with her
various clothes resting on her belly.

   "Get cleaned up and come back down when you hear them all leave" he
whispered to her

   "Where's Stacey?" asked Ann

   "I don't know" Mr Stevens admitted with a tear in his eye.

   He had gone to the pool area to make sure that all as well and was
horrified to find no sign of his daughter or Mr Alan Harmsworth.  Stacey's
clothes were here though - all of them and he was about to start a search
when the Fox's had found him, thanked him for a lovely evening and promised
to "be in touch."

   The grin on the face of the perverted old man made Mr Stevens dash for
the billiard room.

   Matt, once he had been untied, said that he would go start the search
for Stacey and Mr Stevens had taken the naked and unconscious Ann in his
arms and whisked her away to the comparative safety of the room she shared
with her friend.

   In fact Stacey was in no real danger save of catching a cold.

   Concerned about being caught Mr Harmsworth had dragged the naked Stacey
out of the pool room doors, across the patio and down the garden away from
the lights of the house.  There he had forced her to her knees, had her
suck hi to full hardness and simply penetrated the girl from behind as she
crawled on the grass.

   Then, asking her to thank her father for him, he had dressed with the
clothes had had carried into the garden with him, skirted the house to find
the front and left on foot.

   Matt found his sister staggering up the garden towards the pool complex.
Once he had checked that she was alright he suggested a swim to clean up
and then a robe fro the cubicles to keep her warm.  He told her to stay in
the pool room as everybody was about to leave anyway.

   And so, at around 1.30 the following morning, Matt and Mr Stevens lit up
cigars and sipped cognac whilst two teenage girls, one wearing a fluffy
white robe and the other simple brushed cotton pyjamas, shared a bottle of
wine.

   Mrs Stevens announced a headache and a need for sleep and left well
before the party began.

   The party began with a blow by blow account (literally) of Ann's
adventure with the Fox's and then a slightly grumpy version of events from
Stacey who finished with "He knew he was gonna fuck me dad.  He knew it was
ok with you."

   "Sweetheart, come over here."

   The 13 year old grudgingly wandered over to her fathers side an Mr
Stevens pulled her into his lap.

   "Of course I knew he was gonna fuck you, it's just business."

   "But DAD!" squealed Stacey

   "Shush" Mr Stevens replied "That was business, when I fuck you it's fun
and pleasure."

   Her eyes went wide "strip little girl" commanded her father.

   End of Part 8 and quite probably end of the story - unless ideas for
advancing the plot spring to life!