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[Story note: Ed has stumbled across two sisters while surveying  an old
industrial ruin. Diana, the eldest, has the makings of a very good intern.
Alice is a bit slow. Ed has agreed to train Diana as his assistant, pay her
a very modest stipend, folding money, really, and provide room and board for
both girls, in exchange for sex with Diana, an arrangement Diana is not
entirely comfortable with.

[Part 2 of perhaps 3 or 4. This is as far as I've gotten, but I have a
pretty good idea of what happens next. Let me know, please, if this is worth
pursuing, or if Ed and Diana are just too damn talky.

[And a one and a two and Away We Go...]

===

Came the day to formally deliver the report via teleconference. Hendersen,
the lead attorney, didn't actually need a meeting, but there seem to be some
people who simply can't digest information unless the preparer drones on
about it for awhile, after which, in Q&A, everybody can chew on it and get
their spit all over it to soften it up.

I'd Fed-Exed in an encrypted CD with my felt-tip signature on the face a
couple of days before; we would run through synced presentations without
actually sending the thing over the link. (I know, useless ritual in a world
where equally sensitive data was routinely FAXed. Deal.) Diana had squealed
during our final review before shipping when she saw her "crucial logistics
support" Acknowledged; I'd snuck her in while she wasn't looking.

The law firm's logo in the video window blipped over to Hendersen's office
at 7:30, on the dot. Diana stayed off camera and kept her mouth shut, but
listened closely, and brought me this and that, including coffee: I hated
early starts.

It only ran for about half an hour; my report wasn't all that crucial. At
the end, after everyone else had signed off, Hendersen said, "You seem to
have acquired an assistant." She had not gotten where she was by missing any
smallest trick.

"Yes, an intern. Couldn't have done it without her, certainly not so
quickly."

"May we be introduced?" She liked to know who she was working with, down to
the janitors. Thank gods I'd prepared.

"Diana?"

Her swelling pride compressed into a fearsome professionalism as she came
into view. She was impeccable in her charcoal, knee-length loosely pleated
skirt; dark hose; low-heeled pumps; white blouse with a demurely ruffled
collar and front, buttoned to the neck; faux pearl necklace and matching
studs; hair pulled back and pinned up; and just a touch of makeup to make
her look a few years harder. I'd reviewed videos of previous meetings to get
the look of Hendersen's female support staff right, then relaxed it a bit
for my own tastes.

"Ms. Hendersen, please meet Diana Cooper, my intern. Ms. Cooper, this is
Trace Hendersen, our employer."

Diana bowed, from the waist, just as I'd taught her. Hendersen, a sixtyish
clone of Judith Dench as M, only sterner, leaner, and with traces of a
contralto Alabama drawl, nodded from her throne-like desk chair.

"Diana, a pleasure to meet you."

"Honored, ma'am."

"How long will you be working with Mr. Crisp?"

"Through the summer, at least."

"Mr. Crisp does excellent work, but he is not often this speedy. You are
good for him."

Diana colored a bit, smiled, bowed again.

"Thank you, ma'am. It's been an education."

I'd coached her to insert the word "education" if she got the chance.

The interrogation (that's what it was, disguised as idle chit-chat) only
lasted a minute or two. Diana was polite but blandly well guarded, which
seemed to amuse Hendersen. My stray had, apparently, been probed before.
Nevertheless, I learned more than I'd been able to get out of her.

"Very well. Mr. Crisp, your fee...." She glanced off camera, nodded, "...is
being transferred to the usual account as we speak. Full bonuses. We'll be
in touch; another commission might be coming up in a few weeks, if you have
the time."

I didn't always, but I had mouths to feed, now. Then it struck me. Hendersen
never, ever telegraphed her plans.

"I'm..." I glanced at Diana. "We're looking forward to it."

"Excellent. I won't keep you any longer then. Till next time."

"Pleasure doing business, as always."

Hendersen's office blipped back out to the logo, which then blanked. The
video LED went dark. I closed the lid on the laptop.

And my lap was full of very happy girl.

"'Good for you,' she says. I'm good for you. Don't you forget it, mister!"

She wriggled like a puppy, squeezed me hard, kissed me all over my face,
then realized where she was and what she was doing and hopped off. She
didn't stop grinning, though.

"My girl, you did excellently well, at the site, and on camera. Hendersen's
a cast iron bitch, but I believe you've made a conquest." I explained about
her usual reticence.

"Wow."

"Indeed, wow. Now let's go tell Alice we're rich. Temporarily, anyway."

"Rich?"

I told her the fee, with bonuses.

"Wow. Wow."

I raised a finger.

"One thing, Diana."

My tone brought her up short.

"That fee is not just for our work. It's for our silence. You must never,
ever, tell anyone what you just heard, or even that you worked on this, and
especially not for who."

I had a thought.

"What about Alice? What have you told her?"

"That..." She stopped to think. Good sign. "Just that you liked taking
pictures of, uh, industrial ruins?" I nodded. "And that somebody asked you
take pictures of the factory where we were staying. I...I showed her some of
the prettier pictures."

"Check with me in the future about that, OK?"

"Sure, but...I know Alice can be a chatterbox..." Really? Not so that I'd
noticed. "But she does know how to keep her mouth shut when she needs to,
right?"

"We'll be fine, I'm sure. Let's tell Alice."

We celebrated by spending money, of course. We ate a quick breakfast and
drove into town, where I set the girls loose in the nice mall with
substantial gift cards, and went off on some other business of my own. After
a good four hours or so, we went home to dress, then went out for steak and
sparkling grape juice in champagne glasses. When we got back home, we
celebrated again with a bottle of Asti Spumante. Both girls got a bit tipsy,
a bit giggly, then went off to bed after good-night hugs and kisses.

Diana's was warmer, more lingering, than any she had ever given me, but
chaste, too. I was exhausted, myself; I always am at the end of one of these
assignments, and the mall expedition had not been restful, so I went to bed,
slept like a dead dog, and woke up late the next morning to hear the girls
clattering about the kitchen.

---

Diana was quiet most of the next day, doing chores, walking around outside.
She avoided my gaze, but I caught her staring at me time and again as the
day wore on.

Lunch. In the afternoon, Diane read to Alice, stroking her hair as they
cuddled together on the couch. Alice could read herself, I'd found, but both
girls seemed to enjoy these story sessions.

Dinner, a nice casserole prepared by, surprise! Alice, all by herself. I did
the dishes.

After,  I puttered in the office, then turned in early, noting the girls
watching TV as I went past. I showered, and sat up in bed reading, as had
been my habit since childhood.

Shortly after the girl's bedtime, came a knock on my door, softly, softly.
As if it hoped it wouldn't be noticed.

"Yes?"

"Ed? Can I come in?"

"Please do, Diana"

She edged around the door, closed it. She could not look at me.

She was dressed in the outfit she'd worn for the meeting, but the top button
of her blouse was undone, her hair was down. She had stockings on, white,
but no shoes. No makeup. No jewelry.

I waited, appreciating her.

"I thought...I thought I should say thanks for introducing me to Ms.
Hendersen. For giving me credit. For giving me the job."

"You more than earned it."

She smiled, but it was brittle. Her hands clasped in front of her, wrestled
a bit.

"Do I... do we really have to do this?"

Steady, man, steady. Stick to your gun.

"You have to if you want to stay here, yes. And you'll do fine. More than
fine."

"This isn't...I don't think I want...."

She paused, gathered her thoughts.

"Please, isn't there...something else? Isn't...isn't my work enough?"

"Honey, your work is excellent, enough to support you, almost. But...."

"But there's Alice."

"Yes, to begin with. Where is Alice, by the way?"

"She's in our room. She knows to stay put. It's just...She doesn't sleep
well, alone. And I don't tell her to stay put unless...unless there's some
risk. She's...worried."

For the first time, she stared directly at me. Couldn't I let her go, to
ease Alice's fears? If I didn't care about Diana herself, couldn't I care
about poor, helpless Alice?

"You don't have to spend the whole night with me this first time, so you can
go back to her. OK?"

She shook her head. If it happened at all, it wouldn't be OK.

"I'll take it easy, give you a chance to adjust, go slow."

Another head shake, firmer, and her hands fell to her side.

"No. I just want it to be over and done with, but...I really, really don't
want to do this."

"My dear, my sweet, my lovely little play mate, that's part of why I want
you."

"What...why?"

Just a note of anguish.

"Because at heart? All men are Huns, we all want to ride with Attila's
hordes through burning peasant villages, run down helpless, weeping women,
and force them to our will. Rape and plunder. Simple biological fact."

Her mouth gaped.

"I want your innocence, my lovely. I want you to give yourself to me because
you must, not just because you want to."

"Please...please...can we just...do it a little? Can I, I don't know, dance
naked? Use my hand?"

"Those sound like fun starters, but when you come to me, girl, as I said
before, your whole body is mine, to do with as I please. And it pleases me
to take you tonight, even against your will. Pleases me very, very much."

Her eyes glistened, and a tear went down her cheek.

"Please...don't."

"Door's unlocked. You can go back to bed with precious little Alice, and
tomorrow we'll find you a room somewhere. Maybe you can get one where there
aren't too many rats. Or we can find you another hidey-hole; I know some
good places to look, and at least now you'll have some proper kit and a good
sleeping bag."

The look on her face was miserable, but, gods, I was enjoying this. I really
am a bastard. I played the hole card.

"Or we can send you home, if you'll tell me where that is."

She broke. I might as well have slugged her. I'd've loved to know why.

I was so hard, I thought my dick was going to rip out by its roots and jet
around the room.

"What...what are you going to do?"

"Well, I'm going to fuck you, squinchy tits. Hard. I'm going to put my cock
in your cunt and fill it with jizz."

She rocked back.

"Is that all I am now? Tits? A c...c...cunt?"

"Not at all, but you are very sexy and you do have a cunt, which I want. And
mean to have."

"A cunt...."

"It's your most important asset as a female, biologically speaking, hell,
it's what makes you a female, and if it matters to you, pussy cat, I am very
honored that you're giving it to me, despite the circumstances."

She tried one last throw, tried to shame me.

"Fine. I'm your cunt." Actually managed to put a bit of steel into that.

"Ooh, nailed it in one. Say it again. I like to hear you say it."

"C...cunt?" I nodded. "Cunt. Your cunt. I am your cunt."

She was openly weeping.

"Cunt...cunt...I'm a cunt," she whispered to herself.

"Diana..."

Her name was, judging by her expression, a spoiled lemon. Fine, if that's
how she had to think about herself to get through this.

"You're my cunt, yes, my pussy, my cooter... and now, if it's all right with
you, princess, I'd like to see my cunt. Hell, even if it's not alright, show
it to me anyway. Let the pussy out of the bag, so to speak."

The shocks just keep coming, don't they, babe?

"Oh, now, you had to know how this would go. Show me the cunt you promised
me."

Well, now, that hurt. She turned her face, and started to lift the skirt.

"No, start with the blouse. Work down."

Almost by reflex, she turned away as her hands went to the buttons behind
her ruffles.

"No, don't turn away. I want to watch."

She turned back, fumbled at the top button.

"S...sorry..."

Apologizing for not properly preparing herself to be ravished. Lovely.

"Take your time; I'm enjoying the show. Can you look at me?"

It was hard, but she kept trying. She got her fingers under control, and as
the blouse fell open, she managed a nervous glance or two.

She was wearing a bra I had not seen before. Thin, frilly, white with little
flowers and lace around the edges. Something she'd picked up while running
loose at the mall, I guessed.

It unsnapped in front and she shrugged it off.

She crossed her arms over herself.

"Don't be shy now, show me what's mine."

She slowly took her arms down.

"Straighten up now. Look at me, cunny girl."

Her arms hung at her side. She was sniffling.

"There's a box of kleenex on the dresser, there. Blow your nose."

She did. That seemed to steady her, somehow, and she straightened up, thrust
her chest out at me a bit.

"Very nice, dumpling. Tasty titties."

Double handfuls of pale flesh, sweet curves swooping down from the
collarbone, lovely bellies I couldn't wait to cup. Proud, gum drop nipples,
dark pink, set into narrow, pale aureoles. Faint tan lines from a demure
bikini. They swayed enticingly as she moved.

My mouth was watering.

And...gods! A smile! She put her hands behind her head, thrust out even
more. I laughed, clapped a bit. She stood there a moment, bumped her hips,
even. Her jiggling nipples were hypnotic.

She worked herself into the part. She brought her hands down, cupping her
breasts, stroking the nipples. She looked surprised at the sensation, her
hands twitched as if shocked, then she made a vee with her middle and
pointer finger, caught the nipple, gently worked it, did the same again with
her other tittie.

Her hands slipped down to her skirt, worked the zipper in back. The skirt
fell away, and she kicked it aside.

The panties matched the bra. She ran her fingers around the waist band, put
her thumbs in...and then paused.

To this day, I don't know if it was shyness or inspiration, but she turned
away, bent over, and stripped the panties down. For a moment, I got a flash
of a perfectly lovely pussy, full flowered but still modest, in its way. At
this distance, in the dim light, I couldn't make out her button.

Then she stood up and turned back, one hand hovering over her thatch, one
laid between her breasts. She had a light, curly, thatch, redder than her
head, plush on her mons, trailing off down the sides.

She looked at me, her face asking plain as day, Am I alright?

"My beauty, you are so perfect, so lovely. Leave the stockings on, please.
Good call, by the way. The hose would have gotten in the way. And I like the
lace at the top. Now, let me just admire you for a moment."

Her smile was genuine this time, if only for a moment. Her hands fell away,
and she stood before me in radiant glory. She spun slowly, one arm raising
to expose her breast in profile, then falling. She was a natural, though she
was resisting it.

"Oh, you little vamp. My sexy girl-toy. My provoking little pussy-cat. Turn
around, look at yourself in the mirror."

She did.

"Hands behind your head. Chest out, shoulders back."

Oh my, watching that butt twitch from behind was totally enchanting. She
stood in front of the mirror, totally absorbed in herself. She fiddled with
her nipples, stroked her thatch, touched the hood protecting her clit, the
root just barely peeking out from her majora. She actually seemed to forget
about me for a moment.

I whistled, gently. She remembered where she was, and gave me that "Oops,
sorry" smile.

"Very good. Now come to me, honeycunt."

Her shoulders hunched; the show was over, it hadn't sufficed, and the fear
was back. She crossed her arms and stiffly walked over to the bed. I was
sitting on the edge, in a light flannel shirt and sweat shorts.

"I'm going to stand up now. I don't want to startle you, have you run out of
the room. Ready?"

She shook her head.

"Good."

I stood up. Her eyes went right to my tented crotch. What was there? What
was waiting for her? Would it hurt? Did it have teeth?

"Now pull down my shorts."

Tears started up again.

"None of that. Be a woman, Diana." Flinch. Interesting. "Be a cunt, then,
but be proud of who and what you are."

She shook her head, sniffled.

"Fine, cry if you want to, but undress me! Do it!"

I reached out and grabbed her wrists, pulled them towards my top shirt
button.

"You wanted this quick and done, so let's go!"

She began to work the buttons, slowing down as she got to my waist. The last
button was apparently very tricky. Either that, or she was badly distracted
by what poked out beneath it.

"Take my shirt off. Get me naked, quick."

I expected her to pick up the edges and pull the shirt open, letting me
shrug it off. Instead, she laid her hands on my chest and pushed it aside,
smoothing her hands over my nipples and back over my shoulders. The shirt
fell to the floor, and she knelt to pick it up.

"Leave it," I ordered. "But while you're down there, pull my shorts off."

There are prettier things than a kneeling, naked girl gaping up at you from
your waist, but not many.

"Come on, girl, let's go!"

Instead, she stood up and backed away.

Stepping forward, I grabbed her arms and pulled her to me. My cock pressed
into her belly.

She bent away, trying to avoid it.

"You can try to run, but then I get to chase you down. Do not do that
again."

I smacked her butt. There was an engaging little squeak, and she jumped
forward, then bounced back as if my cock were red hot.

"Oh, I like that, I do."

I swatted her again, and again she squeaked, jumped forward, then back.

One more swat, one more squeak, but I was ready this time, and held her
close. She strained.

And That Smell wafted up. She pressed her thighs together. Oh, glorious! She
was fighting herself, now.

I grabbed a hand, and forced it down to my crotch.

"Please don't don't make me...."

"Touch it? Girl, that's the whole point, here. But all I want you to do
right now is unsnag it so it doesn't point straight at your bellybutton. You
silly cunt, that's the thing I'm about to fuck you with, you might as well
start getting used to it."

I forced her hand down, then felt her touch.

"Please...." You know, you'd expect the pleading to be tiresome, like
whining. Instead, I was thinking of things to make her plead for, just so I
could deny her.

But her hand was moving, pushing. My cock suddenly slipped free, flattened
out. Her hand stayed there, pressed between us, exploring.

"There now, that wasn't so bad, was it? Hardly hurt at all, I bet. Give us a
kiss."

I put a hand behind her head, bent down.

Her mouth was closed, hard-lipped against my tongue.

"C'mon, honeycunt. Open up. Let me in."

I held her jaw, pushed with my tongue again...and she opened.

I worked her mouth for a minute, but got little for my efforts. Her hands
were on me, ready to push me away if I did something really gross, like lick
her nose.

I cupped a breast, diddled a nipple. She gasped, pulled away, then when I
laughed at her, pushed back, almost defiant.

Her legs opened, and she pressed against me, seeking. Given her slightly
horrified face, her body was doing things she didn't want it to do.

"Now, I say again, pull down my shorts."

She pulled back, stared down at the third eye peeking out from my waist
band. There was a glistening drop at the end.

"That's right, cunt. That's what you want. Just pull down my pants."

"I don't want...please don't do this to me..."

"Pull 'em down, honeycunt, right now, or I swear, I'll put you over my knee
and spank you till you can't sit down, then fuck your aching butt!"

Another gush of hot pussy smell. Ha, I thought, I'll remember that.

"On your knees, cunt."

I pushed down on her shoulders. She sank.

"Hands on my hips."

She put her hands at my sides, hooked her thumbs in my waistband,
hesitated...Then suddenly pulled the shorts down, and my cock sprang free.

She whimpered, but did not look away.

My turn to sway my hips. Her eyes followed my baton. I don't think she
noticed that she licked her lips.

"Pop quiz, cunt: what is that?"

"It's a penis. Ow!"

I put my hands in her hair, shook her head for her.

"Is your name 'vagina'?"

She shook her head.

"What is your name?"

"Di..."

She got it then; her face radiated horrified shame.

"It's... I'm a cunt. My name is Cunt."

I nodded her head for her.

"Very good!. That's not a penis, either. What is it?"

"Um, a cock? It's a cock?"

"Good enough. And where does it go? Where does it belong? What's its natural
habitat?"

"In...in my cunt."

She looked up -- was she passing the quiz? -- but then whimpered when I
shook her by her hair again.

"Wrong. My cock goes wherever I put it. In your cunt, between your tits, in
your mouth, in your hair, you have such silky hair, I bet it feels great on
a cock. Where does my cock go?"

"Where...wherever...cunt, mouth...."

"And what does my pretty little cunt want right now more than anything else
in all the world?"

She shook her head.

"Away from here." Not without resolve.

I laughed, petting her hair.

"Smell that smell, honeycunt? Smell it? Coming up from between your legs?"

She shook her head, but her flaring nostrils said she did.

"That's a cunt, begging for cock like all good cunts do. Any cock. Any cock
at all; hot cunts aren't all that picky. But whose cock is it going to get?
Whose cock are you going to get tonight, greedy little cunt?"

"Your cock?"

I let go of her hair, but kept my hand on her head.

"Good girl. Good little cunt." I patted her head. "Now kiss it."

She stared. I gripped her hair slightly, a gentle warning.

She gave it a hesitant little peck.

"Now, now, little cunt. Ask the cock nicely if it will make the eager little
cunt happy."

She licked her dry lips, kissed my cock. It was not quite a blowjob, but a
kiss like I would've kissed her nipples, and it promised much. I was sure I
felt just a flick of tongue.

My turn to moan, just a little, before I could stop it.

"G...Good." I stroked her hair. "Good little cunt. Now get up on the bed, so
I can fuck you."

I had to help her up, apparently her legs weren't working very well.

She crawled into the middle of the bed, then waited on hands and knees, head
hanging down.

"Did someone teach you to fuck like that?"

She looked back, startled.

"N-no. I've seen dogs, horses...."

"I watched tigers do it once. Very impressive. And the time will come when I
take you like that."

I rubbed my hands over her back, her hips, her buttocks, slipped between her
thighs.

Her breathing went ragged.

"Oh, sweet baby, you do indeed have a very charming cunt." I stroked it with
my finger, lightly, just barely slipping into the lips, back to front,
coming just short of her clit. Her breath stopped short when I slid the hood
up and down over her clit, which engorged most charmingly.

Then I let go.

"Your clitty says it wants some attention. It's just going to have to wait."

Her button was a bare hint of tight pink pucker framed by pale brown angel
wings flaming up either side of her crack. My slippery finger circled it,
then stopped right on target and pushed ever so slightly, moving in a small
circle. The pucker twitched, clenching against any intrusion.

"Please don't. Please. Not there." Very short of breath.

I laughed, and flicked my finger off my thumb at it, making a popping sound
with my mouth. The little noises she made were cute, but I was starting to
look forward to...louder rewards.

"Not today, anyway."

I draped myself over her, pressing my body into hers, my cock into her butt
crack. I kissed the back of her neck, her ears, her shoulders. I slid my
hands around her front, fondled those lovely little boobies, tweaking and
pinching the nipples till she gasped.

I laughed.

"Very tempting, honeycunt, but usually, we humans go belly to belly. You may
have read about that in Cosmo."

"Oh! No! Please, can we just this once, do it like this? Or turn out the
lights?"

"What, you want to hide from me while I fuck you? Honeycunt, there may come
a time when you get to call the shots, but tonight, you are mine, and I want
to see your face when I stuff my cock in your pussy and tear you open."

"Tear me...? Oh! I did that a little once with a.. a tampon! It hurt!
You...you mustn't!"

"Oh, ho, so you've been nibbling on the pie, but there's still left for me,
eh? Ooh yeah, can't miss that. Roll over. Play dead, put your paws in the
air, possum-girl, maybe I'll get bored and go away!"

Instead, she hunkered down. She possibly didn't realize this even more fully
exposed her pussy. It glistened with juice. Tempting, so tempting,
but...there would be another time.

"Turn over, honeycunt. Turn over."

I swatted her flank, and she whimpered and rocked back and forth, but didn't
roll until I tickled her ribs on the side closest to the edge of the bed.
She gave a shriek of involuntary laughter, jerked away, and I pushed to
topple her. She rolled over, knees pulled to her chest.

I tickled her mons.

"Open up, my furry little clam. Open, open...or I'll tickle you some more."

I went to her ribs. Oops! She tried to scrunch up even more, so I pulled
back.

"Relax, or I'll do it again."

"I can't! I can't"

"You can! You can!"

I spoke soothingly. I pried her knees gently. Nothing.

"You know, I can just tie you to the bed. Don't make me do that. I want you
to give me your cunt, but I will take it if I have to."

That got her attention.

Reluctantly, she splayed out, knees bent up and out, heels down, eyes a bit
wild.

Pussy as cock-ready as any pussy has ever been.

I knelt at her side, soothing, stroking her hair.

I kissed her face, her throat.

I kissed her breasts, her nipples, gently lapped at them with my tongue,
while my hand gently cupped and petted her pussy.

At first, she just lay there, limp, head turned. But she kept giving out
little gasps and squeaks as her pussy rose to my kisses and touch.

I knelt between her legs, and began working at her with my tongue, touching
her clit, not penetrating, but getting the juices flowing harder.

Her eyes rose to the ceiling, then went heavy lidded. her head fell back and
her breathing deepened. She was getting pretty wet.

"Now, juicy lucy, I need you to do one last thing before we go."

On the alert again.

"It might help to keep this from hurting you so much."

She nodded.

"Scoot back, prop your head and shoulders up on a pillow."

I helped her get comfortable.

Then I swung my leg over her chest, straddling her, aiming my cock right at
her mouth.

"Now, little cunt, I need you to lick my cock, all over, get it nice and
wet."

Her face got that disgusted look.

"Lick me. You do not, do not want me stirring your tender box with a dry,
hot poker."

She grimaced, but began her chore. Holy crap, it was all I could do not
spray all over her face. There was precum oozing out, and she quickly
learned to smear it around with her lips and tongue.

I petted her face.

"Gooood girl. Good little cunt. Oh, gods you are fine." And similar
nonsense.

Not wet enough, though, dammit, and in the meantime my cock was just
screaming to get in her mouth. I was really having a hard time not spewing.
I pulled back, and patted her face reassuringly.

"Sugar lips, you're doing a great job, but your mouth is just too dry. I
need to be sloppy. Hold on a second."

I leaned towards the bedside table, my disgusting dick rubbing the side of
her face. Smart girl; when she saw what I had in my hand, she immediately
understood.

"You want me to smear that on your...your cock?"

I sat back, getting my cock where she could easily put her hands on it. Her
relief to have it out of her face was palpable. She took the bottle, and
started to squeeze the gel onto her hand.

"No, buttercunt. Right on to my dick. Rub just enough to get it all slimy."

The cold gel dripped on her belly, and she flinched, tried to catch it.

"Let it go, babe. Just worry about that nasty old stick putting splinters in
your raw pussy."

That raised a smile. Kind of sickly, but a smile. She squirted goop with
abandon.

"OK, smear it all around. Quick and light, now." I was throbbing and
twitching now, and gasped as she stroked the knob.

"Stay on the shaft...squirt some more on the head...Excellent."

Kneeling between her thighs again, I did a quick finger check. Still
slippery there. I pushed her knees back, opening as widely as she could
manage, lifted her hips -- paused to arrange a pillow under her back, lifted
her a bit more -- and placed the head of my cock at her entrance.

"You know it's going to hurt, but just for a little bit, yes?"

"I know. Please, just get this over with."

"As you wish."

I poked the head of my cock in just far enough confirm my aim, wiggled a bit
to spread the lube.

She flung her arms wide to brace herself. Her face scrunched up and she drew
a deep breath.

I slammed forward.

Oh Sucre, dear sweet goddess of sugar, the things her face did. Eyes wide
open. Mouth a lovely oval. A shriek. Her knees did their best to crush me.

Her pussy did its greedy best to grab hold and never let me go.

"Oh, god! God, that hurt! Please stop. Stop. Wait. Just...just hold there
for a minute, OK? Please?"

"Heh. So my naughty little cunt likes being filled with a nice big cock,
eh?"

"No!"

"Just give it a bit, love. It's just that first...."

"I said I know! I've read about it! I mean..."

I pulled out, and she grimaced.

She'd been right, there hadn't been much there but some few tatters, but
tatters there were.

"Look at my cock, baby."

She propped herself up on her elbow, stared.

"That's your virgin's blood. Not much, but oh my darling Diana, you are not
a virgin anymore, and your cunt is well and truly mine."

I let my cock slip down again, and admired a tear leaking down her angry
cheek. Then:

"OK! Fine! You've raped me, got my blood on you! Happy now? Finished? Can I
go backUMPH!"

Another good firm thrust, but not quite as forcefully.

"Not done yet, no, indeed, my tight, slippery little pussy, my hot, naughty
cunt."

Back I came, slowly, not quite all the way out. Then in, gently, savoring.
Again. Again.

Her head fell back, her legs clasped my waist, soft little gasps each time.
Flushed all the way down her chest. Taut as her boobies were, her hard
nipples still jiggled and swayed.

I pumped away, picking up speed again, while she slowly built up to a
gasping, groaning....Ha ha ha, just kidding!

I lasted for about three more thrusts, then exploded, grunting like the pig
I was. Another thrust, held while I felt my jizz squirt into her pussy, my
first virgin cunt, my first...rape.

The word burned a moment in my brain, but...I discovered I didn't care.
Kinda liked it, even.

If that's what I was doing, so be it. Take me away boys, and lock me up. The
looks on her face, the pleading, the anger, the tears, the blood... Gods,
that was better than her pussy. And her pussy was the best I'd ever had.

I was ready to go again, but...No. Enough. Don't wear your new toy out, boy.

Another thrust or two, to squeeze out the last couple of drops, and then I
dropped her and slipped out, sat back on my haunches to get my breath. I was
still rampant, if not quite so stiffly, with jizz and blood and lube and
pussy juicy dripping onto her belly. I put my hands on her thighs, caressing
my prize.

I swear to God, to Cupid, to Venus, to Eros, to the Wise Huntress Herself,
Diana looked just a tad disappointed. Too bad, hasty girl, careful what you
wish for.

I leaned forward, cupped her head in my hands, kissed her. Her forehead, her
eyes, her cheeks, her mouth. My cock was hot between us. Come on! it was
saying. Fucking DAMN, man, that was a FUN ride, I wanna go AGAIN!

She did not turn away. She did not return my kisses, but she calmed down,
her face softened, and she laid her fingers in my hair, touched my face. Her
knees relaxed, but her legs did not let go of her prize, either.

Then I rolled off, and pulled a paper towel from the roll in the bedside
drawer. I gave myself a quick clean, enough so as not to drip too badly. I
tossed it, and pulled off another couple of towels.

When I started to wipe her down, though, she grabbed my hand.

"I'll do it," she grated. "I can do it just fine."

"My jizzy little toycunt, I've no doubt of your competence. But I'll clean
up my own mess, thanks, and besides...hey, any excuse to put my filthy paws
on you, right?"

She scowled and turned her head.

I made a rough pass with the towels on her belly and thighs, then used moist
baby wipes to finish up. She sucked air a bit when I wiped at her pussy
lips, but did not pull away or block my hand again.

"OK, we're done." I slapped her belly. "Go back to Sister Alice, let her
know the Big Bad Wolf didn't eat you all up."

She crawled out of bed, walked to the dresser a bit unsteadily, and bent,
most charmingly, to pick up her clothes.

"No."

She glanced at me, startled.

"No what?"

She picked up the shirt. Tidy girls don't leave their dirty laundry on the
floor, of course, particularly not a man's bedroom floor.

"No, I said! Drop it!"

She did, confusion on her face.

"You were absolutely right to come to me dressed. I liked that. In the
future, wear whatever you like, but something, always.

"Right now, though, you have another choice. You can either spend the night
with me, share my bed, shower with me in the morning, get dressed, and go
out to the world all civilized and tidy."

She looked at the clothes on the floor, looked back at me.

"But Alice--"

I rode over her.

"Or you can walk out that door when I'm done with you, naked and wild and
smelling of sex, and go to your room, comfort your sister, or let her
comfort you, whatever. But you earn your clothes."

I sat back against the headboard, lifted the sheet, inviting her in.

"Your choice, dear heart. Always your choice."

She looked longingly at her clothes, then slumped to the door. I dropped the
sheet, not at all surprised, but...disappointed. Shit, I wanted her back in
bed. I wasn't done, dammit!

When she opened the door, I said, "Wait."

She sagged even more, shoulder against the door. "What? What now?"

I got out of bed, padded over, and put my hand on her shoulder. She didn't
even turn her head.

"You are more than your cunt, Diana. Much more. You and your sister would be
beaten, degraded slaves now, giving five dollar blow jobs to diseased bums
and the money to your pimp; dead, even, if not for your smarts and sensible
caution. But now you have the makings of a good assistant, just for
starters, who knows what beyond that. And you do in fact have the makings of
a perfectly magical lover. Nothing to be ashamed of."

The nice guy who took in strays and never molested them, and who was giving
this sermon, wanted so badly to hold her, hug her, comfort her. But the
bunched muscles in her shoulder said my hand was almost more than she could
stand. Because, let's face it, I was somebody else now: somebody who had
lusted after her, tricked her, trapped her, despoiled her virginity against
her will.

Shit. I pressed on.

"You've done what you had to do, and done it very well. I'm proud of you,
and pleased beyond words you've cast your lot with me, no matter what.
Tonight and tomorrow and whenever, Diana, naked or clothed, you walk out of
this room, walk anywhere you go, back straight -- c'mon, straighten up!
Stand up! Shoulders back! Chin up!"

I poked and pulled, the age-old pantomime that goes with the posture speech.

"Walk proud, girl! Proud of your talents as you find them, proud of your
skills as you learn them! Proud of your cunt, if that's the card you've
played! You are loving and smart and strong, Diana, strong! Show it!"

She came upright, but angrily shook her head: Fine then, fine, if Mr. John
Dickhead wanted to pretend he was doing his pet whore a favor, she could
play the part the customer wanted, but she didn't have to like it.

Her resentment made me want to fuck her against the wall. After whipping her
ass to a pink froth.

Another time, perhaps.

"Oh, go to bed. Tell Alice good night for me. Go on, git."

I swatted her bottom. She yelped and scooted out the door, rubbing my
handprint. But I watched her down the hall, and proud she walked, putting on
a good show.

She opened her door, but just as she stepped in, she turned and, scowling,
stuck her tongue out at me.

I had to jack off twice before I could sleep.

Gods, I loved being a prick.

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