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MISSY PART 1
Missy stepped out of the shower and clicked on the radio. As she listened to
The Animals belt out "House Of The Rising Sun", she stared at her reflection
in the full length mirror. She ran the towel over her 17 year old body and her
eyes froze on her newly shaven pubic mound. Her heart began to beat faster
as she worried about what she had agreed to.
She had no idea what to expect. She was only a high school senior, for
chrissakes. A virgin at that. She finished drying, slipped into her robe and
went back to her bedroom. As she sat in front of her vanity mirror and ran the
brush through her wet hair, Missy thought back to that night two weeks ago.
Rob had just been discharged from the Navy when she met him. At first, she
didn't care much about him one way or the other, but as they continued to
date, she grew fonder and fonder of him.
One night, when they were at the drive-in theater, it occurred to her that this is
the boy she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She had fallen head over
heels in love with him.
Since that time, it had been harder and harder to resist his advances. Oh,
they would pet. She would let him touch, even kiss, her breasts. At times she
would even let his hand work its way into her panties. She had always been
lucky enough to come to her senses and stop his groping before things got out
of control. She was determined to deliver a virgin to him on their wedding
night. It was the right and proper thing to do and his pleadings would do
nothing to change her mind.
She realized that being older and spending 4 years in the Navy made him
more experienced at such things, but the answer was the same. No sex until
after they were married, period. It was her strong conviction to that credo that
got her into this mess.
They had been watching a movie at the drive-in and Rob's petting was again
getting a little out of hand. She stopped him just as he was beginning to slip a
finger into her vagina. His persistent pleadings fell on deaf ears until finally he
flew into a rage.
"That's it!" Rob screamed. "I've had enough of this bullshit. You either don't
give 2 shits about my feelings or you're frigid. I don't know which it is, but I'm
not putting up with it any longer."
Rob started the car and screeched the tires as he raced out of the drive-in.
Missy's attempt to reason with him only infuriated him more. As he dropped
her off in front of her house, he just looked at her get out and made no attempt
to patch things up.
"I'll call you tomorrow." Missy spat out as she turned to go up the walk.
"Don't bother." Rob yelled after her as he put the car in gear and sped off.
The next day Missy called Rob. She was sure he had cooled down and would
listen to reason. She was wrong.
"I've been thinking, Missy" Rob began. "I think you're just frigid. I'm not going
to ruin my life by marrying some frigid broad. You're gonna have to prove
otherwise to me before I'll ever date you again. I'm sorry, babe. You know I
love you, but we couldn't ever be happy if you are frigid."
This outburst caused Missy's blood to boil. She knew she wasn't frigid. She
had wanted Rob to go further with his petting more than he could imagine.
She longed for the day that she could feel his manhood inside her. It wasn't
her fault that she had more self control than he.
She told him that. She told him she wouldn't do "it" until they were married.
He would just have to take her word for it. If he didn't believe her, that was his
problem and he'd have to find someone else to satisfy his "little boy needs".
He replied he would do just that.
"You needn't bother to call me again until you're ready to prove yourself." Rob
said just before he hung up the phone.
"You go to hell!" was Missy's reply into the dead telephone she held in her
hand.
Missy recalled that a week went by before she called him and asked him to
come back to her. After trying to explain her position on sex to him once
again, she acquiesced and agreed she would let him do it to her once - just to
prove she wasn't frigid.
He just laughed and said that wouldn't prove anything other than she had a
"pussy".
"I'll tell you what." Rob began. "If you want us to get back together, you agree
to do whatever I tell you to do over a period of 30 days. If you can do that, I'll
be more than happy to marry you. If not, don't bother calling again."
Missy wanted him to be more specific. What did he want her to do?
He began explaining bluntly that he wanted her to become his sex slave for
one month. She would have to do whatever he wanted her to do, with
whoever he told her to do it with and whenever he told her to do it. He made it
clear that it would not be easy and she would probably find it impossible to
carry out his orders, but it was the only way to prove her lack of inhibitions to
him.
"FUCK YOU, ROB MARTIN" was Missy's reply before she slammed the
receiver down.
Less than 24 hours later, she was on the phone again, asking Rob to meet her
for a talk. He agreed to meet her at Sonny's Luncheonette only after
explaining what would be expected of her if she truly wanted to get back
together.
She shivered when he mentioned group sex and exhibitionism. She almost
hung up the phone on him again, but thought better of it. She knew what the
past two weeks were like. She was miserable. For some reason, she couldn't
get Rob off her mind. Before calling him this time, she had made up her mind
to do whatever he wanted, but she had not even remotely considered what he
was now suggesting.
When she entered the crowded teen hang-out, she noticed many of her high
school friends were there, playing the juke box and listening to Tommy James'
"Hanky Panky".
She saw Rob sitting in a booth in the far corner and went over to take a seat
opposite him. He took an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to
her, saying there was no use in talking about it, his mind had been made up.
he told her to go home, read the letter and make up her mind. If she agreed,
call him. If she did not agree to the terms, don't waste his time.
She had 3 days. After that, he wouldn't take her call whether she agreed to
the terms or not. Three days to "prove her love for him" he said. He bent over
and gave her a little peck on the cheek.
"Whatever you decide, remember I love you." Rob whispered in Missy's ear
before turning and walking out the door.
When she got home and read the letter, she almost threw it away. Instead,
she put it in her drawer under her sweaters. That was three days ago.
She took the letter out today so she would not forget to bring it with her when
she met Rob. She started to read the single, typewritten sheet of paper lying
before her. Across the top, handwritten in Rob's writing, it said "If you agree to
this, sign it and call me." What followed was a neatly typewritten oath:
"I, Melissa Eldridge, agree to accept the terms and conditions,
set forth below, for a period of 30 days.
I will willingly accept Rob Martin as my master. I will do
whatever he orders me to do. I will think of nothing else other
than pleasing him. I must remember that my pleasure will
come in knowing that I please him. At no time shall I refuse to
do any deed he requests me to do. I will put my wants and
desires aside in order to satisfy his wants and desires. His
wish will be my command. He is my master, I his slave.
I may break this agreement at any time. If I do break this
agreement, I agree never to call, or attempt to contact, Rob
Martin again.
Signed............................."
Shivers ran up her spine as she read. She remembered calling Rob and
telling him she would agree to his terms. He was very explicit in telling her that
all the terms were his - not hers.
He made the rules. She would have to live with his rules for the next 30 days.
She would have to do whatever he wanted, whether she liked it or not. She
sobbed her agreement again.
He told her to be at his place this evening. He ordered her to be freshly
bathed and to shave off her pubic hair. She should wear a dress, preferably
one that would be easy to remove, and nothing else. No jewelry, no
underwear, no bra, no makeup, no nothing.
She slipped the shift dress over her head and made a final adjustment to her
hairdo. She walked over to the full length door mirror and looked at herself
again. She could plainly see the imprint of her nipples straining against the
dress. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to put a pair of sandals on
her feet. She would remove them before she entered Rob's apartment.
With a deep sigh, she stuffed the agreement into her purse, turned the light
off, said good-bye to her parents as she raced down the hall, and left. Once in
the car, she felt the air blow up her dress and across her bare vagina. She
had never experienced a feeling quite like that.
She tugged her dress up slightly and ran a finger across her now damp vagina.
Though frightened about what may lie ahead, the mystery and intrigue of the
dark tryst excited her. She had become very wet by the time she arrived at
Rob's. She slid out of the car and walked to the apartment, taking a deep
breath before kicking off her sandals and knocking on the door.
"Come in."
Missy swung open the door and apprehensively entered the small, one
bedroom, apartment. Rob was seated in his recliner listening to records. He
stared at her standing in the open doorway.
"Either come in or get out. Shut the door, Missy." Rob's eyes toured her body
from head to bare feet.
Missy closed the door and turned back to face Rob. She felt strange. She
knew her purpose for being here and, in a way, looked forward to it. But,
somehow, she felt as though she was being raped this very minute.
Powerless. She saw Rob standing there with a smile on his face and knew he
was in charge. She was there to do as he wished. She felt herself getting wet
again and that puzzled her. Why would she get excited at the prospect of
being used like a medieval concubine, she thought. She had no answer, but it
was a fact that she was now becoming excited.
She began to walk towards Rob, her eyes never leaving his.
"Do you have the signed agreement?"
The businesslike tone of Rob's voice took her by surprise. She reached into
her handbag and withdrew the piece of paper and handed it to him.
He took the agreement from her hand and unfolded it. Seeing her signature
on the bottom, he folded it back up and pointed towards the cocktail table.
"Take your dress off and step up on the table so I can get a good look at you."
Missy hesitated. Her mouth opened as she was about to tell Rob to slow
down, then closed when she thought better of it. Her hands found the hem of
her shift and she lifted it over her head and tossed it across the arm of the
sofa.
She walked to the table and stepped up on it. She had never been naked
before a boy before and her shaking limbs and goose bumps betrayed her
outward attempt to appear calm and collected.
She was too embarrassed to look directly at Rob and kept her eyes fixed on a
spot on the wall directly in front of her. She was aware of Rob walking slowly
around the table. The top of his head was level with her breasts and she
sneaked a glance out the bottom of her eyes. Finally he sat down on the sofa
in front of her.
"Very nice." He said in a low voice, as though appraising a new car in the
showroom prior to making a decision to purchase. He leaned forward and put
his hand between her knees.
Missy felt Rob's hand patting the inside of her knees. She spread her legs
ever so slightly. Not enough. The patting continued, but with more force and
faster. She spread them wider, and wider as the patting continued. Finally her
feet were on opposite ends of the table and the patting stopped.
She felt his fingers begin lightly tracing up her thigh. She shivered involuntarily
when the fingers reached the point where her legs came together and then ran
over the lips of her vagina. They felt like feathers blowing in a calm breeze
and dancing against her most tender of spots.
Her eyes closed and she began to sway back and forth as the fingers began to
open her and move inwards. Suddenly, they stopped. She opened her eyes
and observed Rob slouched back on the couch smiling at her. She blushed
deeply. She knew in the back of her mind that Rob had saw her getting
excited.
"Come here, Missy. Get down off that table and undress me."
She stepped down off the table and knelt in front of the sofa, her body between
Rob's spread knees. Her hands went up and started to unbutton his shirt.
She could not bring her eyes to look directly at his face. She focused them on
her hands, on each button, on the bare flesh she was uncovering with each
flick of her fingers.
When the shirt was completely unbuttoned, she reached up and pulled one
arm free. Rob leaned forward to allow her to pull the shirt from his back.
As she reached behind him to finish taking his shirt off, she felt his lips on her
breast. They were kissing her nipple, gently sucking each one, blowing softly
across them, his tongue lightly circling each stiffening bud.
She was frozen, unable to move. Once again her eyes closed and her hips
began to sway back and forth as she pressed her breasts against the welcome
mouth. Once again the titillation ceased suddenly. Once again she opened
her eyes to see him smiling at her.
"Continue."
She pulled the shirt free from the remaining arm and tossed it on the floor.
She removed each shoe and tossed them aside. Her hands now moved to his
waist and unbuckled the belt.
As she unbuttoned the waist button, she saw his penis straining against his
jeans. She had never seen him, or any other boy, nude before. Her breathing
quickened as she unzipped the fly, accidentally brushing against his manhood
in the process. Her hands momentarily paused before returning to his waist.
She hooked one hand on each side of his pants and began to pull. Rob raised
his hips and she tugged the jeans and cotton shorts off together, throwing
them in a heap atop the shirt. She sat back on her haunches and stared at the
stiff penis standing in front of her.
"Missy, meet Georgie Boy. Georgie Boy, meet Missy." Rob joked. As if it
were a separate entity acknowledging the introduction, the penis twitched up
and down twice.
"Come up here. Sit on my lap."
Missy looked up at Rob's face and saw the impish grin spreading from ear to
ear. She stood up and spread her legs as Rob closed his and straddled his
lap.
She saw Rob lean forward and begin to kiss her breasts again. Again her
eyes closed and she began to sway. She felt the tip of Rob's penis rubbing
against her bare vagina and she cracked open her eyes to see Rob's hand
wrapped tightly around Georgie, wiping the tip back and forth along her labia.
She looked at Rob's face, her eyes pleading for relief.
She felt the weight of his free hand pushing her down against the throbbing
penis poised beneath her. She felt her lips part as the penis began moving
into her and the downward pressure on her shoulder forced her onto it. Both
of Rob's hands were on her hips now. They guided her down further, until she
felt the intruder below touch her hymen.
The hands lifted her hips up slightly before pushing her down again. With
each stroke, she felt the hymen stretch further. The pumping began getting
faster and more forceful. She felt Rob's hips rising to meet her as she pushed
downward. She lost all sense of being as she pushed harder and harder.
Suddenly she felt it. The pain, mingled with pleasure, as the penis drove deep
into her, past the ruptured hymen. She cried out but continued to pump in a
frenzied manner. She felt the blood leave her head and felt as though she
was going to faint. She heard herself moaning louder and louder. She heard
Rob grunting. She felt his hands pulling her up and down harder and harder
as his hips drove his tool deeper and deeper into her.
She was coming. She was sure of it. If felt as though she were dying and her
soul was being lifted from her body and whisked away to heaven. She
pumped harder and harder, throwing her head from side to side in her fury.
Then it was over. Her bucking began to slow. She gasped for air and cried at
the same time. When she opened her eyes, she saw Rob's face smiling at
her.
"Not bad." He said, then added "considering."
Missy collapsed against him. Her breasts pushing against his chest, her lips
against his.
"I love you." She whispered between kisses.
"We'll see how much very soon." He replied. He moved and pushed Missy
upward off his hips. His soft penis fell out of her and she became aware of
something trickling down her leg. "But for now, you had better go get yourself
cleaned up."
She looked down at herself and saw a combination of sweat, blood and sperm
dribbling down her leg. She jumped to her feet and ran to the bathroom to
clean herself.
"There's a douche kit and mix in the linen closet. Use it!" Rob yelled after her.
Once inside the bathroom, Missy used a wash cloth and warm water to clean
herself off. She stepped on the rim of the tub so that she might inspect her
handy-work in the rather small medicine cabinet mirror mounted over the sink.
A few more wipes and she was finished.
"Now," she thought, "time for the hard part."
She opened the linen closed and grabbed the douche kit off the shelf.
Nervously, she opened the box and tore out the instruction sheet. She was
ashamed to admit it, but she had never douched before. Many girls her age
were douching on a regular basis, but then again, many of them weren't still
virgins.
Satisfied that she knew how to do it, she mixed the powdered mix with the
proper amount of warm water and stepped into the tub, lest she had read the
instructions wrong. The nozzle felt large as it slid into her. While holding the
bag high above her head with one hand she opened the clamp with the other.
The nozzle immediately slipped out of her and began to drain the bag's
contents over the tub. She hurriedly grabbed the squirming nozzle and
reinserted it. She felt the flow of water run up into her and then back out, down
her leg.
"This is just not working out." She mumbled to herself.
Finally, she was through. She repackaged the douche apparatus away,
cleaned herself off again and left the room.
"Get a warm wash cloth and clean me off." Rob said as she approached him.
His words shot out as an order and she was a bit taken back by the stern tone
in his voice. She had expected him to be kinder and loving after what she had
just done for him. Without saying a word, she did an about face and returned
to the bath room. She rinsed the wash cloth with warm water, wrung out the
excess and returned to the living room where Rob was waiting.
Missy knelt between Rob's spread legs and began to wipe his genitals with the
warm cloth. As she wiped, she saw it begin to stiffen again. For some
unknown reason, she felt an urge to lean forward and kiss it. She didn't. She
had never been this close to a penis in her life and had never so much as
touched one before. Whatever came over her to want to kiss it was a mystery.
When she was done wiping, she looked up at Rob to see what he wanted her
to do next. Rob was, of course, smiling at her.
"Get back up on the table. Lie down on your stomach and spread your legs."
Missy did as she was told. She laid her head on the backs of her hands and
closed her eyes as Rob began to explore her all over again. She felt his
fingers working across the bottom of her feet and up the inside of her legs until
they were once more at the center of her existence. She shivered. His finger
entered her, this time it went in all the way.
The single finger was joined by another, then another. They worked slowly in
and out of her vagina and she started to feel herself getting aroused once
more. One finger left her vagina and she startled when she felt it touch her
rear opening. Slowly it circled the puckered bud, spreading the juices it had
collected from her vagina. As it circled, it would momentarily stop and exert
pressure against the opening. Though stricken with fear, Missy moaned and
began to force her pelvis into the hard table beneath her.
The finger became bolder and bolder until it found its way past the opening
and started to enter the virgin territory. A gasp escaped Missy lips as the
finger pushed into her rear and began rubbing against the fingers already
inside her vagina. She sensed the weight of Rob's body on her as he leaned
over her, his lips pursed at her ear.
"Do you like it?" Rob Whispered.
"Yes." She heard herself whisper back.
"Do you like to have your ass played with?"
"Yes."
"Then say it. Say `I like your finger in my ass'".
"I ... I like your finger in my ... my ... ass."
"Do you want me to fuck you again?"
"Yes."
"Then ask me nicely"
"Please fuck me again, Rob." Missy's voice was more a moan than a whisper
by now.
She heard Rob's breathing get deeper as he continued to work his fingers.
Suddenly, the fingers stopped and withdrew from inside her. She kept
grinding her pelvis into the table, expecting to feel Rob's penis enter her at any
moment.
"Open your eyes, missy." Rob continued to speak softly.
Missy opened her eyes slowly and was immediately struck with the sight of
Rob's penis pointed directly at her face. Red and hard, it appeared to be
looking at her.
"Touch it. Put your hand around it and play with it." Rob urged.
She extended her hand towards it, letting her fingers lightly brush its shaft in
the same manner Rob's fingers had played with her thighs. Within moments,
at Rob's direction, she had her hand wrapped around it and was stroking it
gently. Her free hand was directed to Rob's scrotum and gently played with
his balls. Her stroking became faster and faster as Rob starting pumping his
pelvis at her.
Once again, she felt his finger enter her ass and begin working in and out.
She was becoming excited once more and her excitement showed in her
working of Rob's penis. Rob began to moan and she followed suit, unable to
control her emotions. He came soon afterwards, shooting his sperm directly
at her.
It landed on her cheek and began to run down her face towards her mouth.
She felt it, but didn't care. At this moment, she only cared about the finger in
her ass. She wanted him to work it faster and to put his other fingers back into
her pussy. Her bucking became wilder and wilder until suddenly the finger
withdrew completely.
"That's it for tonight. Get up and get dressed." The voice was loud, breaking
the silence that shrouded the room as a jet breaks the silence of the forest it
flies over. It startled Missy.
She continued to move her pelvis from side to side, hoping to bring the relief
she so desperately sought. She pleaded with Rob not to stop - to please
continue fingering her. When the fingering, and the relief, did not come, her
mind slowly eased itself back to reality.
She lie there thinking about what had just happened. Feeling the sperm
running over the corner of her mouth, she wiped her lips with her hand She
became more and more embarrassed over her actions and found it hard to
look directly at Rob.
"That should do it for tonight, babe. You can get dressed now. You did very
well tonight. I'm proud of you"
Rob had reached out and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around him and
hugged back, her naked pelvis grinding against thigh. She wanted to plead
with him to stop this game now. Surely he could see how much she loved him
and that she wasn't frigid. She wanted to tell him to take her, right there and
then. Instead, she just whispered "I love you" in his ear. He did the same to
her before bending over and picking up her dress from the sofa.
She slipped the dress over her head, smoothed it out over her hips and
stomach and grabbed her purse. She remembered her sandals and ran to the
door to slip them on her feet. She returned to Rob and put her arms around
his neck and pecked his cheek. He looked at her eyes for a moment then took
her arms from around her neck and placed them at her sides.
"That's enough for tonight, huh? I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Rob, we can't do this every night. For one thing, my parents
won't allow me out every night."
"Hey, I've got to get my 30 days worth out of this. If you can't make it
tomorrow, we'll just not count it as one of the 30 days."
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I'm warning you, though, we can't do this every
night. By the way, I was pretty good tonight, huh?"
"I said you were. Don't let it go to your head, though. This was a piece of
cake compared to what I have in store for you. By the end of the thirty days,
you will have experienced just about every form of sex known to man."
Missy just stared at him as he made this last remark. Her legs began to
tremble and her arms shook. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but
didn't. Instead, she blew him a kiss and went out the door.
On her drive home, Missy thought about what Rob had said tonight. She
wasn't sure what to make of the events that took place or what was going to
happen to her next. She noticed the cool night air playing with her naked
vagina again and her hand moved between her legs to lay against it.
MISSY PART TWO
The drive to Rob's seemed to take longer than ever before. Missy had thought
that it would be easier now that the initial visit had taken place. She was
wrong. It was worse - much worse. She was nervous about seeing him again
after last night and the things she had done. More embarrassed that nervous,
she thought. How could she face him after what she allowed him to do to her.
She told herself not to worry. She did it once, it couldn't be much more difficult
than it was then. She pulled up in front of the apartment and parked the car.
She walked rather briskly up to the door lest any of Rob's neighbors see her in
the short mini dress she had on.
After taking a deep breath, she knocked on the door. Rob yelled out for her to
come in and she opened the door and stepped in, closing it behind her.
Missy entered Rob's apartment and was immediately taken back by the
presence of Bill Kruger, one of Rob's old Navy buddies, seated in the chair
across from Rob. They had both been drinking beer and watching the TV.
She looked at Rob. He must have noticed the surprised look on her face.
"C'mon in, Missy." Rob said as he got up to turn off the television. "You
remember Bill, don't you?"
"Yes. How are you Bill?" Missy tried not to let her disappointment show. Why
was he here? Of all nights for him to show up. She wished Rob would have
told him that he was expecting company and perhaps they could get together
another night. She smiled when he answered "OK" then looked back at Rob
wondering what she should do next.
She suddenly became aware of her nakedness under her dress and
wondered, as she approached the sofa, if Bill noticed it. Her thoughts were
interrupted by Rob's voice.
"Remain standing, Missy." Rob's voice was stern and demanding.
She stood, fidgeting with her fingers while Rob finished his beer and placed
the empty bottle on the table next to him.
"Remove your dress, Missy. You should know the routine by now."
Fear gripped her body. She struggled to find her voice. She looked first at Bill
then back to Rob. She couldn't bring herself to do this in front of strangers.
"Did you hear me? I said `remove your dress'. Don't worry about Bill. He
knows all about our agreement. Now either do as you're told, or leave. The
choice is yours.
She looked at Rob once more, her eyes filling with tears. Her mind was
running at full speed in an attempt to understand what was happening to her.
Unconsciously, her hands reached for the hem of her dress.
Slowly, but without further hesitation, she began to pull the dress over her
head. When it came free, she let it fall to the floor beside her bare feet. She
was naked now. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed. Her
hands tried to cover her shaved pubic area.
She suddenly thought of Bill sitting behind her and she imagined him looking
at her ass. There was nothing she could do. She stood there, blushing,
waiting to be told what to do next.
"Very nice. Don't you agree, Bill" Rob's eyes never left her body as he spoke
to his friend.
"Very nice, indeed." The voice behind her answered.
As she stood there, she felt as though she were a statue being evaluated by a
pair of art critics. She shifted her weight from one foot to another and waited.
"Get Bill and I another beer from the fridge."
She paused for just a moment, afraid to move, afraid to stand there. Finally,
she began to walk towards the kitchen. She took two beers from the
refrigerator and carried them back into the living room. She put one down on
the coffee table in front of Rob and turned to deliver the other to Bill.
As she walked towards him, she saw he was looking directly at her crotch.
She held the cold can in front of her, hoping to hide herself from his view. It
was no use. She knew he saw. She could see the lust in his eyes. When she
handed him the can of beer, she noticed a small droplet of drool at the corner
of his mouth. In disgust, she turned and walked back to Rob.
"Why don't you put some music on." Rob looked at her face as he talked,
trying to see past her eyes into her thought of the moment. "I've got a new
Supremes album in that stack over there, and pick something else you like."
Missy turned and walked across the room to the stereo. The records were
stacked flat on a small table beside the record player. She bent at the waist to
sift through the records. She was fully aware of the view she afforded the boys
behind her. She began blushing at the thought of it. She jumped when she
felt a hand sliding over her rump.
"What do you think, Bill? Doesn't she have a terrific ass?"
She regained her composure and continued to sift through the records, trying
to act as though everything was normal. She heard Bill answer affirmatively
and felt Rob's hands begin to knead her buttocks more vigorously, then slide
into the crease and gently, but firmly, began to separate the cheeks.
"Would you like to touch this great ass, Bill? I'm sure Missy wouldn't mind -
would you, Missy?"
She opened her mouth but nothing came out. She cleared her throat and was
about to say "absolutely no way" when she heard her own voice, whisper.
"No, I don't mind"
She remained bent at the waist over the stack of records. She flipped through
the albums, pausing at each one, as though she was reading every word on
the cover. In reality, she was totally oblivious of any writing which may have
been in front of her.
She was unaware of her surroundings - knew nothing of her reason for being
there. She remained motionless as the two pairs of hands circled her buttocks
and ran up and down her thighs. She would involuntarily lurch forward when
one of the roving fingers would brush against her vagina or anus.
Her eyes finally closed and she began to sway gently back and forth. She
could feel something strange happening to her. Her head was getting light
and a weird, warm, feeling came over her. All at once she realized that the
fingers had stopped and the hands had withdrawn. She opened her eyes and
the sudden realization of where she was hit her and caused her to blush
deeper. She continued to flip through the stack of records as though nothing
had happened.
Finding the new Supremes album Rob had requested, she placed it on the
turntable and pressed the button to begin the play cycle. She remained
motionless, bent over, buttocks raised, on display. She thought about
standing up and returning to Rob but couldn't bring her body to do what her
mind told it to do.
"Come here, Missy."
Obediently, she stood up and walked over to stand in front of Rob. He had
moved the coffee table to one side and sat back with his arms stretched
across the back of the couch and his legs spread. She glanced at his crotch
and noticed he was hard. Her eyes quickly returned to focus directly on Rob's
face. He was smiling. A big grin covered his face from ear to ear. He knew,
she thought. He knew I noticed his hard-on.
"Get down on your knees, between my legs here, and uncover my dick. I
noticed you looking at it. Take it out and get a good look."
She dropped to her knees and began to undo the belt holding Rob's pants on.
Her fingers nimbly undid the button and slid the zipper down to the bottom.
She saw his penis bulging against the thin cotton boxer shorts. He lifted
himself up and nodded to her. She hooked her fingers on both sides of the
waistband and slowly tugged his pants, complete with shorts, over his
buttocks, down his legs, and over his raised feet.
She stared at his erect member and saw it twitch, as if beckoning her closer.
She heard him tell her to touch and examine it. She did. She held it gently
and moved it up and down, side to side, while she examined every inch. Her
free hand began to stroke the shaft and her fingertips played with the sack
holding his testicles.
"Kiss it."
Rob's voice sounded less forceful now. It was more like a mild pleading.
Missy leaned forward and kissed the tip. She felt Rob's hand on the back of
her head apply a gentle pressure. Not a push, mind you, just a gentle
pressure. Rob told her to lick it. Her tongue snaked from between her slightly
parted lips and began to lick the head. She continued licking as Rob's hand
guided her head down one side and up the other side of it, pausing for a short
time at the base so that she would be able to lick the scrotum.
When her tongue reached the head again, Rob told her to open her mouth.
She complied without hesitation, parting her lips slowly as the pressure against
the back of her head began to increase, forcing the penis into her mouth. She
tried to repress her gag reflex as best she could. Rob's hand was guiding her
head back and forth at a steady pace. She was a little embarrassed at the
occasional slurping sound she made as the penis, dripping with her saliva,
moved in and out of her tightly wrapped lips.
"That's it. Suck my cock good."
The vulgar frankness of Rob's speech awakened her from her daydream and
caused her to jump. Her eyes opened and she was once more aware of her
surroundings. Rob was engaging in conversation with Bill about how well she
was sucking cock - considering it was her first time.
The talking reminded her that Bill was still in the room. Probably watching her
every move. She felt a deep shame and began to blush once more. She had
expected to come to Rob's apartment, lay down on a bed, close her eyes and
have Rob screw her. Simple. Afterwards she would kiss him, tell her she
loved him and go home. It was going to be easy.
This wasn't easy at all.
She wasn't afforded the luxury of being able to just lie back and accept the
proceedings in a passive manner. No, she was the active partner in tonight's
meeting. To make matters worse, she was performing this perverse act in
front of a witness. Her humiliation became overwhelming, but she continued
her task.
After what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes, she felt
Rob's penis begin to twitch violently and his hand, pulling her head closer to
him, become more forceful. Soon, she felt his semen squirt against the roof of
her mouth and drip onto her tongue. It dribbled slowly downward and she
swore she could feel it trickle all the way down her esophagus and splash into
her stomach.
He held her head still for another minute before he pushed it back and let his
penis flop out of her mouth. She stared at it again. It had changed
considerably. In was soft, wet, about 1/4 the size it had been before, and just
hung there like excess flesh between his legs. It no longer was the strong,
threatening warrior it once was. She felt Rob's hand cradle her chin and lift
her head up until their eyes met.
"That was great, honey." Rob then directed his attention across the room to
Bill. "How about it, Bill? Like to get some of this action? I'm sure Missy
wouldn't mind. She could use the extra practice. Couldn't you, Missy?"
She looked at Rob with fear in her eyes. She was horrified at the prospect of
having to do this terrible deed to anyone else. She began to shake her head
from side to side as she gazed up at Rob's face. Her eyes were saying "No.
Don't make me do this! Please!"
"Yes, if you say so."
She couldn't believe her own ears. It was as if someone else were in the room
doing all the talking for her.
She tried to retract her acceptance, but no words would come out when she
opened her mouth. Rob smiled sweetly at her then released his grip on her
chin.
"Well, let's get to it then. We don't have all night. I have to go to work and you
have school tomorrow, and I'm sure your parents want you home soon."
She got to her feet and began to walk over to Bill. As she approached, she
watched him spread his legs, making room for her. He was watching her
breasts jiggle as she walked.
She was becoming ill just thinking about doing this to him. She knelt between
his legs and looked up at his face as her hands went towards his belt. He was
smiling at her. It wasn't a pleasant smile. It was an evil, filthy smile. Like a
wino smiling at a pretty lady going by. It repulsed her.
As she undid his belt and zipper, she thought how inconsiderate he was. You
would think he would have his clothes off and ready for her. Her having to
undress him made it all the more shameful. When she had his pants off, she
looked at his penis.
There was hardly any difference between his and Rob's. She didn't have time
for a closer inspection before Bill grabbed it and forced it into her mouth, his
other hand guiding her head to it. He moved her head back and forth much
faster than Rob. She started to gag a couple of times but was able to recover
without vomiting. She closed her eyes and started to cry, praying for a quick
ending.
Her prayers were answered when she heard Bill grunting very loudly and felt
his penis twitching strongly just before semen started to fill her mouth again.
She swallowed and pulled her head away from Bill. She gave him a quick
glance and got up to return to Rob. Bill jumped up and pulled his pants back
on, tucking in his shirt in haphazard fashion.
"Hey, guys, I gotta get going. Thanks a lot for having me over, Rob. You, too,
Missy."
Missy watched as Rob got up, shook Bill's hand and began to show him out.
The two boys engaged in small talk and laughter at the door. She could not
believe Bill would get up and leave like that. It was obvious to her that he was
only here to watch her strip naked and suck Rob's cock.
The fact that she had to suck his cock was a bonus for him.
She formed an immediate dislike for him. In her eyes, he was a self-centered
pig. She watched as the two would occasionally look at her, whisper
something to each other and laugh. She felt like an animal in the zoo. How
disgusting. She watched Rob close the door behind Bill and walk towards her.
He pecked her lightly on the forehead then took his seat back on the sofa.
"Come over her and lay down on the floor in front of me." Rob ordered as his
finger pointed to the spot he desired her to be. "That's it, but your feet should
be towards me and spread wide apart." He paused while missy obeyed.
"Okay, that's fine."
Rob studied the reclining teenager for a few minutes then moved his bare foot
towards her crotch. He brought his big toe in contact with her vagina and
wiggled it slightly, watching Missy's face as he did so.
"Reach down with both hands and spread your pussy open for me." His voice
was a bit labored and he felt himself getting hard again. When Missy had
spread her labia for him, he inched the toe closer until it wiggled against her
clitoris.
"I want you to answer me truthfully. Do not patronize me nor lie to me. I want
the truth. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, Rob. I wouldn't lie to you. What do you want to know?"
"Well, first, we've got to set some rules down here. Rule number one is:
Always show respect to your master. That's the most important rule you will
have. From now on you shall ALWAYS address me as 'master'. On special
occasions, such as when we are out among family, I may forgo this rule and
allow you to call me 'Sir'. You must first ask permission to do so, however. Do
you understand?"
"Yes." Missy answered and then quickly added, "Master." When she saw
Rob's eyebrows frown.
"Good. Now tell me, missy, did you enjoy sucking my cock tonight?
Remember, the truth."
Missy felt the blood returning to her face as she looked up at him. She didn't
know how to answer. The truth was that she really didn't enjoy, but didn't mind
it that much, but she didn't want Rob to think she was a whore. When she felt
Rob's toe begin to push against her clitoris, she decided to answer quickly -
and truthfully.
"I didn't mind, Master"
"That's not what I asked. Did you enjoy it?"
"No, Master."
"Hmmm. How about Bill? Did you enjoy sucking his cock?"
"Oh, NO, Master. I hated doing it to him."
"You hated doing what to whom?"
"You know, Master." Missy started to get nervous again. She knew Rob
wanted her to say those filthy words, but she couldn't.
"Yes, I know, but I want you to tell me. Now you tell me, use the words, what
did you hate doing to whom?" Rob frowned and wiggled his toe tighter against
Missy's clit. He could tell by her reaction that his toe was beginning to bother
her.
"I hated sucking Bill's cock, ... Master" The toe forced tight against her clitoris
was starting to hurt and she spat out the words, almost forgetting to add
'master'.
"Well, we'll have to see to it that you get over this aversion you have to sucking
cock. I think we will have to start a very rigorous training program for you. But
what concerns me most is why you didn't enjoy it."
"Rule number two." Rob continued. "Your joy will be derived by serving your
master well. That means you should receive joy in knowing you have
satisfactorily performed a task your master ordered you to perform. In other
words, whether you like sucking cocks or not, you should have found
enjoyment from knowing you were pleasing me, your master. That is a slave's
ONLY function - to please the master.
You must remember this because in the future you will be asked to do many
things that may be despicable to you and, in order to accomplish these tasks
well, you must perform them knowing that your performance is pleasing me.
Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Master. I will try to please you as best I can."
"Good." Rob eased the pressure of his toe on Missy and started to insert the
tip of it into her. He detected a slight squirming on her part and noticed her
face becoming flushed again. He believed her red face was not from
embarrassment this time.
"Do you like what I'm doing now?"
"Yes, Master." Missy was getting hot now. She closed her eyes and moved
her head from side to side as the toe began to drive her towards orgasm.
"I can tell." Rob replied. He enjoyed watching her writhe around on the floor
like that. His high was in knowing that he could control her so completely, so
easily. Here she was on the floor, at his feet, her legs spread wide open to his
eyes, both her hands spreading her pussy wide open for him to use as he
wished.
"Do you want to come now?"
"Yes, please, Master, make me come."
"No. I'm not going to 'make' you come. I might allow you to come if you ask."
"Please, Master, may I come?"
"Certainly, Missy. You may come." Rob moved his foot away from her crotch
and sat back in the sofa, smiling. He watched as Missy's eyes opened and
looked at him, pleading.
"Make yourself come, Missy. Use your hand. Go ahead. I want to watch you
masturbate. Make yourself come."
Missy hesitated for a moment then started to rub her hand up and down her
vagina. She inserted a finger into herself and began work it in and out while
her other hand played with her clitoris.
She heard Rob talking in the background and listened to his words.
"I want you to imagine, Missy. Imagine you are in a long hallway. In this
hallway is a long line of men. These men are all recruits going into the Navy.
They are all nude and they are of all sizes, shapes and colors. Imagine
yourself at the front of the line, Missy. You are on your knees in front of this
long line of men. As each man steps in front of you, you are to suck their cock
until they come in your mouth.
Imagine that, Missy. Imagine hundreds of nude young men waiting in line for
you to suck their cocks. Can you see it, Missy? Can you feel their cocks in
your mouth? Can you taste the semen - the gallons of semen you must
swallow before this line ends? Can you, Missy? Can you imagine that?"
"Yes, yes! I can see it. I see those cocks sticking out at me - white ones,
black ones, yellow ones. I feel them. Yes. Yes. Oh, let me suck them!"
Missy was in a dream world. She could actually see the line of cocks coming
at her - This endless line of cocks just waiting to come in her mouth. Yes, she
saw them and felt them in her mouth and tasted the salty semen filling her.
Rob watched as Missy's orgasm wracked her body with pleasure. She was
having an intense orgasm. At one point he was tempted to interrupt the
fantasy and make her stop masturbating. He decided that it would be better at
this stage of her training to allow her to experience total lust. He would have
time for discipline lessons later.
He watched as she settled down from the orgasm and lie there in total
exhaustion. When this all started, he had no idea that she was capable of
such intense sexual pleasure. He was pleasantly surprised. He was going to
enjoy the next 28 days he spent with her.
"Very well done, Missy. I think that's enough for tonight, though. You had
better get dressed and go home before your parents get worried. Before you
do, though, I want you to crawl over here and give Georgie Boy a good night
kiss."
The sound of Rob's voice woke Missy from her dozing. Hearing the last part of
his orders, she crawled over to him and took his cock in her hands and
brought her head down to it. She kissed it lightly then ran her tongue over the
head of it, flicking it against the small opening.
When she finally released it, she looked up and saw Rob smiling. She smiled
also. She had performed her task well.
"Enough." Rob said as he jumped to his feet. "You've got to get home now.
I'll call you tomorrow and tell you when our next get together will be. C'mon,
get outta here."
Missy jumped up off the floor and frantically searched for her dress. Once she
found it, she hastily slipped it over her head, put on her shoes and looked over
at Rob. She smiled at him.
"I love you, Master." She said. As she walked out the door, she heard him
call after her.
I love you too, Missy."
In spite of what he had made her do tonight, Missy loved Rob more than ever.
She got into the car and drove home, her free hand in it's new found "playpen".
MISSY Part Three
Missy looked at the dashboard clock and was surprised at how early it was.
Her mother had been giving her some static lately about how late she had
been getting in and she was worried that she might start asking questions
about what she's been up to till such late hours at Rob's apartment. Getting in
before ten tonight would help ease the tension that had been building between
them.
She even brought a pair of panties with her tonight so that she could put them
on before she got back home. She knew it looked kind of funny when she
would run upstairs to her room without even stopping to say hello whenever
she returned from these visits. Tonight, she would go directly to the living
room and sit with her parents for a short time before going to bed. She felt
really good.
One reason for her elation was the easy time she had at Rob's tonight. Just
the two of them and nothing really wild. She had worried that Rob was
beginning to get a little too kinky after that evening with Bill. She remembers
driving over to Rob's in fear and wondering what was in store for her.
As crazy thoughts of what Rob would demand ran through her mind, she
actually got a little sick to her stomach.
Nerves, she thought. Just a case of anxiety over the possibilities of what may
happen. She smiled and told herself that it was foolish to worry about it. She
had a choice. She could either do what he wanted or walk out. Of course the
consequences of her walking out were totally unacceptable. She had made up
her mind to appease his jaded lust for the 30 days he demanded. If he
wouldn't change after the 30 days were up, well, she'd just have to see. "I'll
cross that bridge when I get to it." She muttered to herself.
She thought about what took place tonight. As usual, she had to strip naked
the minute she walked in the door. Rob told her she should do that
automatically, without him having to tell her to each time. So now she had a
new set of rules to remember.
She had to be freshly bathed, shaved, douched, wear no under garments and
strip naked immediately upon entering the room. So far it was easy -
humiliating, but easy. As far as the rest of the night, it was easy, too. Nothing
really revolting or wild.
She had to take his clothes off again, then give him a tongue bath while he just
laid there playing with her tits or ass or whatever was in his reach. She didn't
find that too disgusting, except maybe when he rolled over onto his stomach
and she had to lick his ass. She didn't like that much, although, in retrospect,
it wasn't all that bad. She theorized that the worst part was her thinking about
what she was doing. The actually doing wasn't bad at all.
Then, when he had been completely licked, Rob had her fuck him. She
actually had to get on top of him, stick his penis into her and do all the work
herself. She admitted to herself that this was actually fun. In fact, it was better
this time than the first night, although her orgasm was not as intense.
One bad part of the evening came after she fucked him. He made her lick his
penis clean. She was revolted by the thought of having to lick her own juices
off "Georgie Boy". Again, the thought of it was much worse than the doing.
Once she started licking, she actually began to get excited again. When she
complained to Rob about having to lick her own juices off, he told her she had
better get used to those juices, So, she figured, she'd probably be licking him
clean a lot more times before the 30 days were over.
The worst part of the evening was finding out what Rob had planned for Friday
night. When she was about to leave, he told her that they were going to
double date with, of all people, Bill and his girlfriend. Ever since that night, she
despised Bill.
"Pig!" she spat out loud.
At least this time they'd be out at the drive-in and Bill would have his own girl.
She wondered if Bill's girl did for him what she had done. She thought about
the kind of girl that would date Bill and surmised that type of girl certainly would
do it. She expected some heavy petting on Rob's part, but didn't think he
would demand anything else of her in front of another couple, especially in a
public place where some of their other friends were bound to be.
Missy felt herself getting wet and looked down to see two of her fingers buried
in her vagina.
"I've got to stop doing that." She said aloud.
She pulled the car over and grabbed a tissue out of her purse to wipe herself
with. When she had finished wiping, she slipped into her panties and bra and
drove the remaining 4 blocks home while Elvis sang "Such A Night" over the
radio. "It was indeed." she giggled.
Rob picked her up at precisely 6:30, just as he said he would. It was a little
idiosyncrasy of his to be prompt - never early or late but precisely at the
appointed time. Missy could always count on him to be on time but hated it
when he demanded the same of her.
She held the believe that appointment or date times were just an
approximation of when she should be there or be ready. She disliked being
held to any exactness. Life was just too much fun to have to worry about 15
minutes here or there. When she came downstairs to greet Rob, he was
sitting in the living room talking sports with her father.
She appreciated the fact that her father liked Rob and the two of them got
along so well. Her father had told her that he thought Rob was a nice guy with
a good future ahead of him - and that he acted like a true gentleman. So
much for his judge of character, she thought as she threw on a jacket.
The jacket was more an attempt to cover her nudity under the light dress than
it was to keep warm. The weather had been beautiful lately.
Once the left and were in the car, Rob headed back towards his apartment,
the opposite direction of Bill's place.
"Where are we going?" Missy asked. "I thought we were going to pick up Bill
and his girlfriend and go to the drive-in." Maybe it was her apprehension about
what would happen tonight, but Missy sounded desperate and confused over
the car's direction.
"Relax." Rob replied offhandedly. "We're going back to my place to meet Bill.
We figured we'd meet there and take his car to the movie since it was bigger.
It won't take any longer than going over to his place and then to the drive-in"
Missy sat back in relief. For a moment she thought the plans had changed
and they were going to Rob's place for the evening. She couldn't handle
another night of Bill at Rob's apartment.
"Who's Bill bringing tonight. Anyone I know?" Missy asked Rob the question
in a way that sounded like she couldn't care less, but her curiosity about Bill's
date was getting the best of her.
"Oh yes. You both know each other." Rob said, taking his eyes off the road
ahead to look at her.
"Well..." Missy looked back at Rob quizzically. She couldn't hide her interest
now that he had told her they knew one another. "Tell me. Who is she?"
"You'll find out shortly."
"Tell me. I want to know who she is."
"I said 'you'll find out shortly'. Let it go at that." Rob was stern in his reply. He
found he enjoyed watching Missy squirm. He knew the suspense was killing
her and was just going to let her work herself into a nervous frenzy until they
got back to the apartment and met up with Bill and Mary.
He couldn't wait to see the expression on Missy's face when she found out
who was going to the drive-in with them. He chuckled to himself as he looked
over to see Missy pouting.
Rob pulled the car next to the Bill's which was already in front of his apartment.
He could see Missy straining in an attempt to get a look at Bill's date.
"I don't think you'll need the jacket tonight, Missy. Leave it here in my car and
you won't lose it." He advised Missy who was still trying to see into Bill's car at
the occupants.
Missy took off the jacket and threw it on the back seat of Rob's car before
getting out. Once outside, she smoothed her dress over her rear before
getting into the back seat of Bill's car. She slid over on the seat to make room
for Rob. Bill's date remained staring straight ahead and Missy couldn't make
out who she was.
"Hey, how's it going, man? How you doing, Missy?" Bill stared into the rear
view mirror as he asked the question.
"Great." Rob replied. "Let's get going."
As the car started to back out of the parking spot, Bill's girlfriend turned around
in her seat and looked directly at Missy.
"Hi, Missy. How have you been?"
Missy felt the blood rushing to her head as she recognized Mary Higgins. The
two had known each other on a cordial basis at high school, but not as friends.
It was Mary who Missy defeated for a seat on the student council in a hard
fought election.
Since that time there has been bad blood between them and they haven't
spoken to one another. Missy didn't hate the girl, she just didn't like the way
she had talked, and spread nasty rumors, about her during the elections.
"Fine, Mary. How about you?" Missy was determined to be civil although she
was dying to tell her what she really thought.
"Okay, I guess. That's a nice dress you have on."
"Thanks. Good to see you again." Mary lied. She smiled as she answered
but her stomach was churning. She wondered how much Mary knew about
the relationship she had with Rob. She'd die if she found out Bill had told her.
Then she theorized if she knew about it, it would have been all over the school
by now. She began to relax.
The ride to the drive-in went along without incident. Bill and Rob gabbed away
about baseball, while the girls would occasionally say something about school.
For the most part, Missy gave short, direct answers to Mary's questions and
volunteered none of her own. If Mary requested her opinion, she would just
shrug her shoulders and tell Mary that she hadn't really thought about it.
For the entire ride, Mary was spun around in her seat and ignored Bill in favor
of looking at Missy. And look she did. From her shoes to her hair. At times,
Missy felt very uncomfortable with the stares and thought that, perhaps, Mary
did know about her and Rob. If, in fact, she did know, Missy wondered if Bill
had told her that she had given him a blow job. She felt herself begin to blush
at her thoughts and was relieved when the car pulled off the road and into the
theater.
They drove along the aisles looking for a good spot from where they could see
the movie. When Bill would find one he thought was good, Missy would veto it
if she recognized a car nearby that belonged to someone she knew, or the
speaker didn't work. It was just about dark and the screen was showing
previews of coming attractions when they finally found a spot satisfactory to
everyone. It was towards the rear and side of the lot, but if offered a good view
of the screen, had a working speaker, was dark and offered the privacy that
Missy desired.
The group sat and watched the remainder of the previews and the "Droopy"
cartoon while making idle comments and laughing together at the sad little dog
who was always at the short end of the stick until he got mad. Missy noticed
that Mary was constantly turning around to look at her and Rob throughout the
entire time they were there. She wouldn't say anything, just look at Missy and
smile.
"The bitch knows!" Missy thought to herself. She snuggled closer to Rob
hoping Mary would get the hint and start paying less attention to them and
more to Bill.
"Okay, Missy. I think it's dark enough." Rob said loudly while moving over and
away from Missy. "Take off your shoes and your dress."
Missy stared at Rob in disbelief. Her mouth hung open and her face turned
red as she sat there, unable to speak. Out the corner of her eyes, she was
able to see Bill and Mary looking at her, smiling.
"A... A... Are you outta your mind? I'm not taking my dress off!"
"Is that your final decision? Think about it." Rob said then reached his hand
out towards Missy in an attempt to cup her chin. She abruptly slapped it away.
"Can I talk to you? IN PRIVATE!" Missy looked at Rob with daggers in her
eyes.
"No, you may not!" Rob was annoyed at Missy for embarrassing him in front of
his friends. "Whatever you want to say, you can say right here."
Missy continued to stare at Rob. She wanted to tell him that she couldn't
possibly strip here in front of Mary. She couldn't let Mary see her humiliate
herself and blab it all over school. It would be to much for her the bear. She
wanted to plead with him not to make her do this. She thought of offering to
extend the length of her servitude, but then, in one last effort, decided that if
she were going down, she would do so defiantly.
"I'm not taking my dress off!"
"Suit yourself. You knew the terms of the agreement and you knew there
would be times like this. You also knew the consequences of not living up to
your side of the agreement." Rob looked at Missy for a moment before turning
his head towards Bill.
"Bill, I'm sorry, could you please take us home. It appears as though Missy
has decided to break up with me. I'll give you the money you paid for yours
and Mary's ticket. I'm sorry, Mary."
"Yeah, sure." Bill turned around and took the speaker off the window and
replaced on the hook. He turned the key on the dashboard and the souped up
'58 Chevy rumbled to life. He placed his arm across the front seat and turned
to look out the rear view mirror as he backed out of the parking spot.
"No. Wait." Missy's head fell into her hands and she began to cry. Rob was
right, she thought. She had made the agreement knowing full well that there
would be moments like this.
He had told her she would be required to do thing that repulsed her. When
she agreed to the terms she did not figure she would find it so difficult to carry
them out.
The realization of what was required of her was hitting her now. She tried to
decide if Rob was worth it. She often told people she would do anything he
wanted. The time had come to back up that claim. Would she offer herself up
to extreme humiliation and mental suffering to please Rob and to save the
relationship? She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at Rob's eyes.
"Stop the car. I'll do it."
"Hold on a minute, Missy." Rob raised his eyebrows and was shaking his
finger at her while he spoke. "When you refused to do as ordered and to
address me in the manner which we had agreed on, you broke the agreement.
As far as I'm concerned, the deal is off - for good. If you want to go on with the
deal, you'll have to ask me to take you back as my slave and promise to do
anything I ask, without argument, from now on and to start addressing me as
you were told to do." He dropped his finger and waited for Missy to answer.
Missy looked around the dark interior of the car and saw all eyes staring at her,
waiting for her reply. She looked back at Rob and took a deep breath and
tried to fight back the tears as she quietly spoke.
"Please, Ro ... er ... Master take me back as your slave. I promise to do
whatever you want." Having said that, her hands went back up to wipe the
tears from her cheeks.
"Not good enough. Say it loudly so I can hear it and say it with feeling."
Missy finished wiping her tears and repeated the words loudly. There, she had
said it. She had said it and she was relieved afterwards. She knew now that
she was committed to the consequences of the agreement. There would be
no more doubts in her mind after this.
If she could say these words, do this thing, in front of Mary Higgins and in
public, she was capable of doing anything. Her life and desires would no
longer be in her hands. They would be Rob's to do with as he wished. She
had surrendered herself totally and completely to her master.
"Before I accept, I want you to be aware that you will be punished for your
behavior tonight. Are you willing to accept the punishment?"
Missy looked at Rob quizzically. He had never mentioned any punishment
before and she worried about what he meant.
"What kind of punishment, Master?"
"Since this is your first real transgression, I think a spanking will do. But, I
warn you, in the future your little tantrums will be dealt with more severely."
Again Rob was shaking his finger at her down cast face.
"I agree, Master."
"Good. Now get naked."
Missy looked up to see Bill and Mary watching her intently. Her face reddened
and the tears began to form once again as she took off each shoe and pulled
the dress over her head. She had worn no under clothing and was completely
naked now. Rob motioned for her to slide to the center of the seat. When she
was directly centered, he spread her knees apart, exposing her naked, clean
shaven, vagina to the couple in the front seat.
"Now, Missy, you are to stay seated like that until I say differently. Do not, I
repeat, do not close your legs. Now I want you to play with your titties. Play
with your nipples until they are good and hard. When they're as hard as they'll
get, I want you to tell me - and when you tell me, speak up so we all can hear."
Missy's hands slowly went up to her breasts and she began to work each
nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She looked down at the floor but
was keenly aware of Bill and Mary leering over the seat at her. She sobbed
lightly.
"Master, what if someone comes over to the car?" She whispered.
"I don't understand what you mean, Missy. What if someone does come to the
car."
"I mean, how will I be able to cover myself?"
'
That's simple. You won't. Don't even make an attempt. You just sit there like
that and keep playing with your tits unless I tell you differently. I don't care who
it is. Understand?"
"Yes, master."
Missy sat staring at the floor between her spread feet and massaging her
nipples while listening to the movie. Occasionally she would look up to see
what was happening on the screen and would see Bill or Mary, or both, looking
either directly, or in the rear view mirror, at her. Her shame would cause her to
immediately drop her head and look once again at the floor.
Despite her manipulations, her nipples were no where near hard so she
started to work them faster and softer. Her mind just wasn't in it tonight. The
constant awareness of the presence of Bill and Mary would not let her drift off
into fantasy. Without warning she felt Rob's finger brush against her left
breast.
"Not hard yet?" Rob asked her. "You'd better start concentrating on it, girl.
I'm going to the snack bar for some popcorn and Coke. You'd better get busy
with them tits, Missy. You coming, Bill."
"Yeah. I'll give you hand. You want anything special, Mary?" Bill had jumped
when Rob asked him if he wanted to go. He was so intent on watching Missy
and Rob, he had been ignoring Mary. When his head snapped around to ask
her if she wanted anything special, he saw that she was watching his face as
he watched Missy. The look Mary gave him was ice cold. Her hand went
down to his crotch and stroked his hard cock once.
"Nothing special, thanks, but get yourself something that'll get your mind off
the back seat and up here, where it matters. That is if you expect to get rid of
this tonight." Mary squeezed his cock through his pants.
When the two boys had left, Mary turned around and looked at Missy.
"That's such a pretty dress, Missy," she began her taunting, "It's too bad you
didn't get the chance to show it off tonight. But then again, I think the boys are
getting an eyeful as it is. I didn't realize you had such a nice body. Such
smooth complexion - all over." Mary reached over the seat back and gently
patted Missy's shaved pubic area. Her hand jumped back when Missy
slammed her legs closed and swatted at her.
"Fuck you, Mary. At least I have a steady guy and don't have to fuck every guy
I meet just to get him to take me to the drive-in." Missy dropped her hands
from her nipples and folded her arms across her breast. She wanted to pull
Mary's hair out.
"Oooh. Touchy tonight, aren't we? And I thought we could get to be better
friends tonight." Mary kept smiling as she talked.
"Bullshit. Your only reason for coming tonight was to see me humiliated like
this. Admit it. You don't give a shit about Bill or Rob or our being friends. You
just wanted a chance to rub it in. I suppose everyone in school will know about
it now. Well now you've seen, so Fuck you!"
"That's not true, Missy." Mary rebutted through the same sweet, smiling lips.
"I do like Bill. He's kinda nice once you get to know him. But, I have to admit
when he told me that you were like a sex slave to Rob, I just had to see it for
myself. Don't worry, I'm sworn to secrecy. Nobody will find out from me.
Bill threatened with spreading some nasty rumors about me if I tell. I would
never had thought that Miss All American Girl would spread her legs anytime
or anywhere that Rob wanted. After seeing this, I even believe Bill's story
about your lovely lips and tongue. Tell me, Missy, do you like having cocks
stuck in your mouth?"
"Fuck you, bitch!" Missy blushed deeply and got so angry she was about to
slap Mary's face. The boy's return from the snack bar had come just in time to
prevent her from doing just that. Rob crawled into the back seat and plopped
down alongside Missy. He took the tray of goodies Bill handed him and set it
on the floor between his feet. As Bill passed Mary her Coke and got in the
front, Rob held out a large Coke for Missy. She took it from his hand and took
a large swallow from it before putting it on the floor beside her foot. Rob
reached over and took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Still not hard?" Rob asked as he looked at her face, a stern expression on
his.
"It's no wonder." Mary interjected before Missy had a chance to reply. "She's
been too busy covering herself and cussing at me to worry about getting her
nipples hard."
"Shut up!" Missy yelled at her front seat tormentor.
"Is that true, Missy?" Rob's finger squeezed Missy's nipple as he spoke.
"Ouch, that hurts!" Missy winced at the pain being inflicted on her breast.
"She started it by teasing me and she even tried to touch me."
"Enough!" Rob released his hold on her nipple and started shaking his finger
at Missy's face. "I don't care what she said or did. I told you to get your
nipples hard and the minute I leave, you think you can do as you damn well
please. It doesn't work like that. And what happened with addressing me as
'Master'? It seems to me that you need to be taught a lesson. Now shut
yourself up and get those nipples hard before I make you get out of the car
and stand outside naked. You're pissing me off."
"Yes, Master, I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Missy spread her legs and
started to play with her nipples again. She started sobbing as she thought
about the humiliating scolding she had just received from Rob in front of Mary.
"Drink your Coke first. I don't want to hear you complaining about being
thirsty."
Missy took another couple of swallows from her drink and began to put the cup
back down when Rob told her to finish it all so there would be no further
interruptions. She put the cup back to her lips and finished every drop in it.
She set the cup of ice back on the floor and resumed playing with her nipples.
After a few minutes had gone by, she felt Rob lean over, his head on her
shoulder and his hand between her legs.
"Still dry as a bone, I see. What's the matter tonight, Babe?" Rob's whisper in
Missy's ear was just loud enough to be heard by everyone in the car.
"It's hard to do it by myself, Master" Missy answered, in a low, muffled
whisper.
"Let me help." Rob started rubbing the inside of Missy thighs. His soft rubbing
amounted to a light brushing up the inside of one leg, from the knee, slowly up
to the top, across her sex and down the other thigh to the knee where it started
a return journey in similar fashion. After a short time, his hand stopped on her
vagina and his fingers began to gently part Missy's lips and sliding up and
down between the folds. "How's this? Do you like this?" he asked softly, the
tip of his finger now making its way into her.
"Yes, Master." Missy felt herself getting wet and her nipples finally beginning
to harden between her fingers. She flung her head back against the seat and,
in so doing, glimpsed Bill and Mary watching her and Rob intensely. She
closed her eyes and the voyeurs disappeared as she was transported to
another world. She heard Rob whispering in her ear as his fingers worked
deeper and deeper into her, turning and turning as they did so. He was
repeating the fantasy of her on her knees while hundreds of recruits stood
nude before her waiting their turn to enter her mouth.
"Do you want it, Missy? Do you want to suck my cock now?" he whispered.
"Yes, Master" Missy was beside herself now. Rob's manipulations in her
pussy and her fingers on her own breasts had brought her to the brink of
orgasm. There was no turning back now. Lust had taken its position in her
brain, controlling her entire existence and demanding satisfaction before it
would release control over her. Her breathing was heavier now and her mouth
opened as her chest heaved to allow more air to enter her lungs and replenish
her oxygen supply which her body was rapidly expending.
"Then do it, Missy. Take my cock out of my pants and suck it. Do it." Rob
spread his legs to allow more room for Missy's hand.
Missy released her nipple and dropped her hand to Rob's lap. She unzipped
his fly and reached in, encircling his hot, hard cock with her tender hand. She
struggled to get the cock out of his pants. Its hardness made it difficult for her
to get it out of the relatively small slit in his underwear and into the open. She
felt it come free and her hand worked up and down its length for a few strokes
before she lowered her head towards it, extending her tongue to its head,
flicking it over the small opening and over the head.
She felt Rob's hand reenter her cunt from behind and continue its toying as
she took his cock into her mouth and began lowering her head until her lips
rested against her hand around its base. She continued to raise and lower her
head, sucking gently, working her tongue around and around as Rob's finger
probed deeper and deeper. She felt the tip of Rob's thumb on her rectum,
threatening to force its way past the tight rim, and it made her even more
aroused. She worked her hips in unison with his movements and her head
started to bob faster and faster as she sucked.
Missy felt Rob's hips begin to twitch spasmodically and she knew he was
about to come.
She continued to suck, waiting for the salty tasting semen to fill her mouth and
slide down her throat. As she waited, she felt the unmistakable signs of her
own orgasm beginning to grip her body in overwhelming ecstasy. She worked
her hips, her head, her tongue faster and faster in a wild frenzy as she rushed
to climax. She started to come.
As her vagina started its contractions around Rob's fingers, she pushed her
hips back towards his thumb, striving to push it into her ass. She felt Rob
drive his cock deep into her mouth and his free hand on her head, holding it
there. She knew it was time. She felt the semen squirting into mouth and she
swallowed it greedily. She felt the tenseness leave Rob's body as he slumped
back exhausted, removing his hand from her vagina as he did so. She sat
there, head thrown back, gasping for air as she recuperated.
She noticed the car gently rocking and opened her eyes to see Mary's bare leg
hanging across the back of the front seat and Bill bare ass pumping
vigorously. She smiled, closed her eyes and dozed. She thought about her
sexuality and her situation. She never knew sex would be so good. She
worried about whether she was going crazy. Acting like this, a sex slave, was
not normal. Getting satisfaction from it was even more abnormal. She
returned from her daydreaming and felt Rob's semen leaking out of her vagina
and forming a trail between her legs. She grabbed a tissue out of her purse
and cleaned herself then took a drink from the Coke Rob offered her, leaving
just a sip for him.
Rob drank the remaining Coke and put the empty cup down on the floor. He
looked at Missy who was sitting back in the seat with her head laid back and
eyes closed, and then at the hand he had been masturbating her with. He
brought his hand up to her lips and watched as Missy's nose twitched and her
eyes opened when she recognized the aroma.
"Lick." He said.
Missy's eyes quickly glanced at Rob's face, then the seemingly empty front
seat, before focusing on his hand in front of her. She felt a bit of revulsion as
she saw the hand, dripping with her own juices, poised at her lips. She closed
her eyes and stuck out her tongue and started to lick. She hated this. For
some reason the thought of licking her own juices from Rob's hand revolted
her. She couldn't understand why Rob seemed to derive so much pleasure at
watching her do it, but she continued to lick each finger until there was no
evidence of juice left on them.
When she had finished, she opened her eyes and saw Bill, Mary and Rob all
watching her. She blushed and dropped her head against her chest.
The quartet sat quietly watching the screen for the next 20 minutes. No one
knew what was happening in the movie, they just stared at the screen. They
all knew it was the second picture scheduled for tonight, "Guess Who's
Coming To Dinner", but no one had a clue as to what it was about. They sat
there in silence until Missy began to stir.
"I have to go to the ladies' room, Master." Missy stated.
"What for?" Rob asked the question without taking his eyes off the screen. It
irritated Missy.
"To pee!" Missy spat, then added, "Master."
Rob reached down to the floor and picked up the Coke cup. He rolled down
the window and dumped the melted ice from the container and handed it to
Missy.
"Here, use this."
Missy stared at the empty cup in Rob's hand and then back at him with a
stunned look as she pushed the cup away.
"Never mind. I'll hold it ....., Master." She spat back.
"Suit yourself. Hold it as long as you want, but before we leave here, you'll
piss in this cup. You can do it now, or do it later, but you will do it. If I were
you, I'd do it now and get it over with." Rob extended the cup once again to
Missy.
She looked at the cup and then at the front seat where Bill and Mary were
watching. When Mary noticed Missy looking at her, she flashed a big grin
across her face. Feeling completely defeated, Missy hesitantly took the cup
and brought it slowly down between her legs. Her free hand spread her lips
apart and she placed the cup directly under her urethra and strained to force
the urine out. When she had finished peeing, she held the cup up towards
Rob.
"Now what do I do with this, Master?" She asked defiantly.
"Just dump it out the door."
Missy looked around to see if anyone were nearby then opened the car door.
The sudden brightness of the light coming on as she opened the door startled
her and made her aware of her nakedness. She quickly dropped the urine
filled cup to the ground and slammed the door shut. She look around once
again to see if anyone had noticed her nudity. Satisfied that no one had, she
grabbed another tissue and wiped herself. She rolled down the window and
tossed the tissue out before sitting back, with her hands in her lap, to watch
the movie.
"Can anyone understand what the hell is going on?" Rob asked, obviously
perplexed over what the movie was about. "I'm all for going back to my place
and call it a night. Anyone else?"
Billy and Mary quickly concurred and within minutes the car was on its way out
of the drive-in theater. They all sat in complete silence as the car sped
towards Rob apartment. When it pulled to a halt in front of the apartment,
Missy reached for her dress and began to slip it over her head. Rob's hand on
her arm stopped her.
"No need to put that on yet, Missy." Rob said. "You'll only have to take it off
once inside."
Missy turned pale at the thought of walking from the car to Rob's apartment
nude. She looked around to see what apartment was lit and worried about
someone seeing her. She looked back to the front seat and saw Mary smiling
away. Bill opened the front door and the car's interior was flooded with light.
Missy leaped from her seat and walked quickly, holding her dress in front of
her, to the apartment door and huddled in a darkened corner of the porch as
she waited for the rest of the party to get there.
Once the group was inside, Rob clicked on the light switch and motioned for
Bill and Mary to sit down on the sofa. He took a seat in the chair opposite the
sofa and looked at Missy who was still standing at the door, unsure as to what
she should do.
"Why don't you get us all a beer." Rob said as he looked at Missy.
Missy went to the kitchen and retrieved 3 beers from the refrigerator and
returned to living room where she set them down on the cocktail table before
walking over to the chair and standing next to Rob. As she stared at the floor,
her hands fidgeting with each other, she felt nothing but shame.
The brightness of the well lit room seemed to accentuate her nudity and she
was aware of Mary watching her, reveling in her humiliation. She prayed the
evening would end with the drinking of the beer and without her having to do
anything more to degrade herself in front of her classmate. Rob's hand found
hers and pulled around the chair to a spot directly in front of him.
"Missy, I'm very disappointed in your behavior tonight." He said, his eyebrows
raised in a frown.
"Yes, Master."
"You must learn to do as you're told and to respect our guests. Are you ready
for your spanking?" He looked up at her waiting for her reply.
Missy's legs began to tremble. She had forgotten all about the spanking Rob
had threatened her with. Originally she had thought he planned to do it at a
later date when they were alone. The news of his intention to spank her now,
in front of Bill and Mary, came as a shock to her. She hadn't been spanked in
years but remembered the last one, administered by her father for breaking
one of her mother's favorite china statues she had been warned about not
touching. She remembered it hurt like hell and she cried profusely and
begged him to stop. She braced herself, hoping the ensuing one would not be
so severe.
"Y... Y...Yes, Master." She stammered.
"Very good. Lay across my knee then and prepare yourself." Rob spread his
legs and guided Missy between them. She bent over one leg and he clamped
his other leg over hers, pinning her to his knee, her bare rump raised and in
perfect view. "Let me warn you against trying to use your hands to protect
yourself against the spanking. If you do, I'll be forced to tie them. Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Master." Missy sobbed and tears began to flow from her eyes. She
pictured the view she must be offering Bill and Mary. They were seated
directly behind her and were in perfect line with her bare ass. She heard a
large smack and instantaneously felt the open hand slam down against her
bottom, sending a wave of hot, stinging pain through her. It was followed by
another and another until she could no longer withstand the pain.
"No more, please, Master. It hurts, please. Please. Please, Master." Her
cries and pleas were ignored and the stinging hand continued to crash down
on her flaming butt. Her tears streamed down her cheeks and began to cause
a wet spot on the carpet beneath her. Finally it was over. The hand stopped
and Rob's legs reopened as he pulled her to her feet.
"Thank me for punishing you, Missy. It was for your own good and done so
that you will remember to act as a good slave should in the future." Rob said.
"Thank you for punishing me, Master." Missy cried as she wiped the tears
from her face.
"You're welcome." Rob lifted his hand and lightly gripped hers. "Now I want
you go over to Mary, get down on your knees and apologize for treating her so
badly tonight. Then I want you to ask her to spank you and I want you to
accept her punishment just like you did mine."
Missy began crying again. Her hand covered her open mouth and she kept
shaking her head "NO" as Rob told her what he wanted her to do next. She
couldn't, she told herself, but instead found herself slowly walking over to the
sofa and kneeling down in front of Mary.
"I'm sorry for what I said, Mary." She said. She paused, trying to collect
herself and to find the courage to say the next words. "Please spank me."
"Apology accepted, Missy, but I'm afraid my little lap wouldn't hold you. Why
don't you bend over the table and hold on to the edge. That would be easier
for both of us." Mary tried not to show her glee over the prospect of spanking
Missy. She had laid awake nights dreaming of getting even with her, now,
here she was about to spank her bare bottom. Her exuberance showed when
she jumped to her feet and started to wipe her hands together in preparation
for the punishment.
Missy bent over the table and gripped the edge as instructed. She squeezed
her thighs together and prepared herself for the blows to come. Again she
heard the sound of the bare hand hitting her bottom immediately followed by
the sting.
"Ouch!" Mary screamed and waved her hand in the air as she looked over at
Rob. "That hurts my hand. Don't you have anything I could use for this?"
Rob leaped out of his chair and went to the kitchen, returning with a large
wooden spoon he used for stirring his Spagetti-o's. He handed it to Mary,
telling her to take it easy with it, and then resumed his position in the recliner
and waited for her to continue.
Meanwhile, Missy waited in her position. Her head was hanging down and she
had no idea what Rob had given Mary to use in the spanking. She only knew
it would hurt even more. Her poor rump was so red and tender that even the
thought of touching it caused her to wince. The first crack of the spoon across
her already reddened ass confirmed her belief that it would be more painful
than Mary's hand. Each crack of the spoon brought more tears and more
pleading from her lips. Again her screams and begging were ignored by her
tormentor until finally the spanking stopped.
"Well, look at that!" Mary exclaimed to the boys while pointing to Missy's
crotch. "She's wet. The slut is actually getting aroused." She leaned forward
and spoke loudly into Missy's ear. "You are getting excited, aren't you?"
Missy just stood there with her head hung low. She knew she was wet. She
had felt herself getting damp when she knelt down in front of Mary and offered
her apology. She had no excuse for it and knew not why her body would start
to get aroused over the aspect of being brutally spanked by someone she
despised. She did not think she was getting sexually aroused, but evidently
her body was, indeed, doing just that. She felt the sting of the spoon across
her bottom again.
"Answer me, Bitch!" Mary screamed at her bowed subject.
"Yes, I'm wet down there," Missy replied quickly lest the spoon fall again, "But
I can't help it. I'm not aroused. I don't know why I'm getting wet. Please don't
hit me again." She was heaving very heavily now and the tears formed a
continuos drip to the floor.
"I'LL TEACH YOU!" Mary screamed as she raised the spoon over her head
ready to strike again. Her arm was stopped midway in its down stroke by Rob.
"I think that's enough, Mary" Rob thought he had better put a stop to this now.
The look in Mary's eyes revealed enough hate that Rob was afraid she might
seriously hurt Missy. "In fact, I think that's enough for tonight. I appreciate
your driving tonight, Rob. I'm sorry to end this so abruptly, but I'm afraid the
noise might wake some of the neighbors and even if not, I have to get Missy
back home soon."
Rob took the spoon out of Mary's hand and tossed it down on the table.
"Thank Mary for punishing you, Missy." He said.
Missy muttered a thank you and stayed bent over the table as Mary and Bill
said good bye to Rob and left. She sensed Rob returning to his seat and
looking over to her.
"Come over here, Missy. Come sit here beside me." Rob's voice was soft and
gentle now, almost sympathetic. He watched as Missy came over to him and
sat on the floor beside the chair. It was obvious her bottom was sore and she
sat on one side, head still hung low. He put his hand on her head and ran his
fingers slowly through her hair.
"I'm sorry to put you through that, Missy," He began, "but you do have to learn
to follow my orders without all the belly-aching and complaining. You know I
love you, don't you?"
"Yes, master." Missy answered while leaning her head against Rob's leg.
"I am surprised, though, that you were getting excited when Mary was
spanking you. What was going through your head? Did you actually enjoy it?"
"NO, Master, I did not enjoy it. I don't know why I got wet. I wasn't coming,
believe me. I just don't know why I was wet. I felt myself getting wet when I
bent down in front of her. I can't explain it."
Rob rubbed her head. He thought for a moment then put his hand under
Missy's chin and lifted her face towards him.
"Missy, I want you to do something for me that you might find particularly
offensive. I want you to do it for me, though, no matter how much you don't
want to. Do you hear?"
"Yes, Master, anything. I'll do it for you, you know I will."
Missy was eager to please Rob during this tender moment but she was also a
little apprehensive about what he was about to tell her she had to do next.
"I want you to take a friend of yours, a girlfriend, into your confidence. I want
you to tell her about our current relationship and then I want you to tell her that
I want to watch you make love to her."
"Oh, no, Master. Please, I couldn't do that. I can't with another girl. I just
couldn't. I don't know anybody well enough to ask them to do that. Please
don't ask me to do that. I can't even bring myself to tell anyone about the way
we are now, no less ask them to let me make love to them while you watch."
She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes.
"I'm not asking, Missy, I'm telling you what I want. I'm sure you know someone
who would let you do that to them. I know there are girls who are curious
about such things. I'll give you two weeks to find someone and convince her
to do it. Two weeks from tonight I want you to bring that friend here and make
love to her. If you don't, I'm sure I can find some people who will be willing to
do it. One way or another, two weeks from now you'll be here licking another
girl's cunt while I watch."
Missy sat there quietly, thinking about what she had been instructed to do and
who she could possibly ask. The more she thought, the more she became
convinced that she could not bring herself to lick another woman. She felt Rob
stand up pull her to her feet. He told her to put on her dress and he'd take her
home. She did so quietly, still deep in thought.
During the drive home, Missy sat quietly, thinking about how to convince Rob
to change his mind even though she knew deep down that it would be
impossible. When the car pulled up into her drive, Rob leaned over and
whispered "I love you" in her ear. They kissed deeply, holding each other tight
while their tongues probed each other's mouth. When it was over, she got out
of the car and walked up to her doorstep, all the while thinking about who to
ask. She knew she must find someone.
Missy Part 4
Missy got up off the bed and went over to the record player in the corner of her
room. She put her new Beatles record on the spindle and clicked the button
that started the thing in motion. As the record dropped and the tone arm
slowly made its way over to the record's edge, Missy said nothing. She was
waiting until what she had just told Joanne sunk in. The music started and she
returned to her bed and stared at Joanne, who sat there on the floor, mouth
wide open, speechless.
Joanne had been Missy's best friend since Mrs. Mueller's fourth grade class.
They had been Girl Scouts together, attended the same Sunday School
together and had been, until boys entered the picture two years ago,
inseparable. It was Joanne who Missy confided in when she finally went all the
way with Rob, although she made no mention of the exact nature of their
relationship, and she remembered Joanne's reaction then.
"For God's sake, Missy, this is 1965, not the dark ages. Everybody's doing it
today," she had said. Missy knew that Joanne had lost her virginity during
their Junior year and was shocked when Joanne told her of the event. At that
time, Missy was still determined to keep her virginity until her wedding night.
It was difficult for Missy to gather up enough courage to tell her best friend that
she had become a sex slave. She thought about breaking it to her in small,
easy to swallow, chunks but then decided that time would not allow her to
spread the story out over the period of time that would necessitate. She had to
tell her straight out, pulling no punches. If she showed even the slightest
curiosity about the relationship, Missy would drop the next bombshell on her
and let the chips fall where they will. It had to be done and done as soon as
possible.
She recalled her meeting with Rob last Wednesday and the revelations
revealed to her that made it necessary for her to act quickly in obtaining a
partner willing to display her body and be made love to by another women
while being observed by another man. It had been the greatest evening she
had spent with Rob since this whole "sex slave" thing started, and quite
possibly the best evening ever.
They were lying around listening to a Henry Mancini album and had been
engaging in foreplay for nearly an hour. They were both nude, of course, and
Robs fingers, lips and tongue had brought her to brink of orgasm many, many
times. Near the end of the foreplay, Rob's finger started to play with her
asshole and it drove her wild with excitement. She had her first anal sexual
experience then. The pain was excruciating but she didn't want it to stop. She
remembered thinking how funny it was that, although it hurt badly, she didn't
want Rob to stop. In fact, she wanted him to go deeper and harder.
Her orgasm resulting from Rob's prick in her ass and fingers in her pussy was
the most intense she experienced since her first one. Afterwards, they lie in a
tight embrace while Rob kissed her face over and over again. It was heavenly.
She decided right there and then that there was nothing she would not do to
please him.
Before she left for the evening, Rob asked her how she was coming along with
finding someone for next Saturday night. She told him she was working on it
but may need a little more time. For the first time all evening he had seemed
to be a little upset with her. He told her that he had been talking to Bill and
Mary the day before and had mentioned to them that he was thinking of doing
a lesbian scene with Missy. Mary told him that she would be more than willing
to be the recipient of Missy's attention.
In fact, he went on, Mary had told him that she could bring a couple of other
girls who would kill to have Missy lick their cunts. He told Missy that unless
she had something finalized by Friday, he would take Mary up on her offer to
help, and that he would ask her to bring her friends along. Right there and
then Missy made up her mind to quit thinking up ways to get out of it and to
find someone fast.
"Oh, my God!", Joanne finally stammered. "Just wh... what do you have to
do? I mean, how did this start? I mean, when you say 'sex slave' do your
mean 'SEX slave'? Oh, my God!"
Missy got down on the floor next to Joanne and held her hand as she
explained everything to her. As she talked, Missy watched Joanne's reaction
for any sign of disapproval or disgust. Much to her relief, Missy only saw hints
of curiosity and keen interest from Joanne. By the time Missy had finished
telling Joanne everything, the two girls were joking about Missy's situation and
Joanne had, in fact, mentioned how exciting it was. Missy reasoned that the
time couldn't be better to drop the big bomb.
"Yeah, everything has been going real well since the drive-in. In fact, I even
enjoy it a little. Sometimes, though, Rob just seems to get a bit carried away
with the strange sex bit. Like what I have to do this Saturday." Missy was
setting the bait and Joanne eagerly took it.
"What? I mean, what else is there that you haven't already done?"
"Well, I'm embarrassed to talk about it. Promise me you won't tell anyone?"
"Oh, for God's sake, Missy. You know I wouldn't tell anyone - Go on!"
Missy had planned for this moment for several days now. She had gone over
and over it so many times in her mind that she thought that actually asking
Joanne would be easy, but now that the moment had come, she found it
difficult to look her friend in the eye and ask her straight out.
"Well ... he... he. Dammit, he wants to watch me have sex with another girl."
"He what?"
Missy explained what Rob had ordered her to do and that she had until this
Saturday to find someone. As she talked, Missy noted that although Joanne
acted surprised and shocked over her dilemma, the sparkle in her eyes and
genuine interest in her remarks made it clear that Joanne was intrigued by it
all.
"So who did you get to do it?" Joanne asked.
"That's just it," Missy began, "I only know one person well enough to trust. I
was sorta' hoping that..." She paused and looked directly into Joanne's eyes.
"Oh, wait a minute. You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"
"Please, Joanne." Missy grabbed Joanne's hand and began pleading with her.
"You won't have to actually do anything. Just lay there. I know you'll have to
undress in front of Rob, but it won't be that bad. Please. I really, really need
this favor. Rob said that Mary and a couple of her friends would be more than
willing to have me do it to them, if I didn't find someone. It's bad enough I
have to do it, please don't force me do it to Mary and her gang. Please say
you'll do it, for me, Joanne." By the time she had finished, tears were
streaming down missy's cheek and her pleas had become desperate.
"You know I'd do anything for you, Missy, but I don't know about this. It's so
weird. I don't think I'd be able to lie there nude while some guy watches you
make love to me."
It was now plain to Missy that Joanne would be willing to do it, but she needed
more coaxing before agreeing. The fact that she didn't outright refuse, and the
smile on her lips while she spoke, convinced Missy of that. She begged
Joanne some more, suggesting she keep her eyes closed and pretend it was
Paul McCartney.
For each objection Joanne raised, Missy had an answer. Finally Joanne
stopped objecting and sat in silence, deep in thought. Missy knew she had
won and finished her pleading with just one more "Please, for me".
Afterwards, she sat holding Joanne's hand while staring into her eyes waiting
for an answer.
"Oh, okay. I'll try, but I'm not sure I can go through with it." Joanne said.
"What time Saturday and what should I wear?"
Missy was so relieved she threw her arms around her best friend and hugged
her tightly.
"Whoa," Joanne said pushing Missy away playfully, "Let's not start now.
Saturday will be soon enough, thank you."
Missy laughed and agreed to pick up Joanne and drive her to Rob's
apartment. She advised her to dress in something that would be easy to get
out of and the two girls giggled about that. When Joanne left, Missy called
Rob and told him she would be there Saturday and would be bringing a
girlfriend with her, but she refused to tell him who.
********
"Well, I think I'm crazy, but I'm here." Joanne said as she got into Missy's car.
Missy patted her hand and assured her that everything would be all right. She
noticed Joanne had taken her advice and wore a short, plain dress that
zippered up the back. As she looked at Joanne's legs, Missy tried to recall
what her friend looked like nude. They both had the same gym class and
showered together often up until Missy was forced to shave her pubic hair, but
Missy had never really took notice of Joanne's body.
The two girls chatted about school, shopping, music, etc. as the car sped
towards Rob's. Finally the subject turned to what was going to take place
tonight and Missy began to explain the usual routine she went through. When
she told Joanne that she was forbidden to wear underwear, Joanne stared at
her lap and seemed nervous. Again Missy tried to calm her friend's nerves by
patting her hand and assuring her that all would be okay. She did not want
Joanne backing out now that they were almost at Rob's place.
Missy thought it funny that she was trying to calm Joanne's nerves, when it
was she who would almost certainly be more humiliated by the nights events.
Her stomach had started churning when she left home and was getting worse
the closer she got to Rob's. She was, and had reason to be, much more
nervous than Joanne.
By the time the car pulled up in front of Rob's apartment, the two girls had
managed to calm themselves down to the point where they were once again
joking with each other about their situation. Missy turned the key in the ignition
and the sound of the engine became stilled. She took a deep breath and
turned to Joanne.
"This is it. Wish me luck tonight, Joanne." Missy reached over and with tears
in her eyes embraced her best friend. A moment later, she opened the door
and began to get out of the car.
"Wait a minute." Joanne exclaimed, then reached under her dress and pulled
her panties off, stuffing them into the glove box. "When in Rome ...." she said
jokingly as she opened her door and got out.
The two girls giggled as they walked arm in arm up to Rob's door. Missy
pressed the button and heard the door chime ring inside the apartment
followed by Rob's familiar "Come In". She held up her crossed fingers to
Joanne and turned the knob opening the door before leading the way inside.
"Hello, Missy" Rob said from his seat on the sofa. His lips spread into a large
grin when he recognized Missy's guest, Joanne. "Hi, Joanne. Long time, no
see. Come in and have a seat." Rob directed Joanne to the chair opposite
the sofa. When she was seated, he turned his attention back to Missy. "You
may get yourself prepared and get us all a Coke, Missy".
"Yes, Master." Missy answered and then casually removed her dress and
loafers, exposing her body completely.
She walked through the living room to the kitchen with her eyes straight
ahead, never looking to see Joanne's reaction. She did not need to look. She
felt Joanne's eyes on her constantly. They burned into her skin and Missy
blushed as she felt them staring at her naked, cleanly shaved vagina.
Rob paid no attention to Missy as she made her way to the kitchen. His eyes
were glued to Joanne, looking at her reaction to seeing her best friend
parading around nude in front of her. He felt his dick harden as he scanned
the girl across from him. While Missy could be classified as "trim" with slender
legs, smallish breasts, wasp-like waist and a perfectly round "tight" ass,
Joanne could only be described as "Voluptuous". Her cherub-like face was
punctuated by deep dimples whenever she smiled, which was almost
constantly. Her breasts were large, round and stood out like bumpers on a
Cadillac. When he looked at her perfectly shaped legs, which were crossed,
he suspected she wasn't wearing any underwear, and his dick twitched
uncontrollably. He looked back at her face and noticed her staring at him.
"So, Joanne, has Missy explained our new relationship to you?" He asked in
an attempt to hide his embarrassment at having been caught staring at her
ass.
"Yes, Rob. She explained that she was sort of like a sex slave and you were
her master." Joanne leaned forward, uncrossing her legs, and continued. "Is
that true?"
"She's not 'sort of' a sex slave. She is a sex slave." He paused as Missy
returned to the room and set two Cokes down on the coffee table in front of
him and walked over to Joanne with the third. As she bent over to hand the
bottle to Joanne, Rob saw the cheeks of her butt spread exposing the tight bud
between them, and he thought he would come right then. Missy returned to
the sofa and sat on the floor at Rob's feet, her legs curled up under her, and
looked at the floor as Rob continued.
"Yes, she's been very good at it too. I think she enjoys it. Isn't that right,
missy?"
"Yes, Master." Missy answered, blushing as she did so. It was partially true.
She did enjoy being Rob's slave, but she didn't care for some of the wild things
he demanded of her, like giving a blow job to Bill, or being spanked by Mary, or
having to have sex with another girl, for that matter.
When it was just the two of them, however, she enjoyed it immensely, even
when he would order her to masturbate herself while he watched. As
humiliating as that was, she found sort of a sinister pleasure in doing it -
except for the time he made her use the handle of her hairbrush in her pussy
while using the fingers of her other hand in her ass. That was totally
degrading, but she had to admit to having an intense orgasm from it. Yes, it
was mostly true, she did enjoy it.
"I thought so," Rob said with a smile on his lips. He was proud and pleased
the hear her admit to having enjoyed herself. "And did you tell Joanne how
good you've become at sucking cocks?"
The blood rushed to Missy's head as she blushed at the crude remark.
"No, Master." She replied.
"Well tell her. Tell her how you've really learned to suck cocks - both mine and
Bill's."
Missy had hoped Rob wouldn't show off his control over her in front of Joanne
tonight. She was shocked and embarrassed over the way he talked about her
in front of her friend. Her head hung down and she stared at the floor trying to
think of what to say.
"I've learned how to suck cocks real good." She muttered without lifting her
eyes from the carpet.
"Oh, that's not right, Missy," Rob scolded, "Look at your guest when you talk
to them, and speak up for Christ's sake. We can barely hear you. Tell Joanne
how you swallowed the come as our cocks came in your mouth."
Missy looked up at Joanne who was staring, wide- eyed directly at her,
shocked, but totally absorbed with what was taking place. She felt tears fill her
eyes as she began to speak.
I've ... really ... learned how to suck cocks and how to swallow when they ... c
... c ... came in my mouth." She sobbed. She remained looking at her friend,
hoping to see some sign of pity cross her face.
Joanne was silent during the entire exchange.
She was embarrassed to be there while her friend was being subjected to
such humiliation, but she also found it very exciting. She was more than
curious, she had truly become aroused and she could feel herself becoming
damp between her legs. The dampness felt peculiar as she was not wearing
any panties and the air was free to circulate around her nakedness there.
For what seemed liked an eternity, she sat and stared at Missy sitting on the
floor, waiting to see what would come next. She became aware of Rob
ordering Missy to stand up and her eyes remained glued to her friend as she
rose. She was so engrossed by the spectacle that she barely heard Rob
addressing her. She snapped her head in the direction of his voice.
"So what do you think of our Missy, Joanne" Rob was saying as his hand
rubbed over Missy's bare backside.
Joanne didn't know what to say. She looked at Missy's face, red with shame,
to Rob's hand, gently massaging her rear, and back to Rob's face, grinning
from ear to ear.
"Very nice." She responded. She immediately felt ashamed at having said
that. She thought Rob would take that answer as some indication that she
was aroused over seeing Missy's nude body. She was embarrassed to
admit, even to herself, that she was indeed very aroused at this point. She
looked back at Rob and nervously fidgeted with her hands.
"Stand up, Joanne." Rob said softly, but with a definite firmness in his voice.
Joanne was shocked by the directness of Rob's order. She couldn't explain it,
but she felt compelled to comply, as though the order was coming from her
own father. She stood up, hands at her side, knees wobbly, and looked at
Rob, waiting for further orders.
"What do you think, Missy?" Rob now directed his words to his slave, standing
beside him. As he spoke, he ran his hands up and down her ass, his fingers
following the crease separating the cheeks. "Do you think Joanne is pretty?
Desirable?"
"Yes, Master."
"Go over to Joanne and undress her." Rob prodded Missy's behind with his
finger and she stumbled forward, towards Joanne.
Joanne's chin fell to her chest as Missy walked over to her. Out the corner of
her eye, she saw her friend walk behind her and place her hands on the zipper
of her dress. She heard the zipper open and felt the dress slowly begin to fall
off her breasts and down her legs. When she saw the dress fall around her
feet, she stepped out of it.
Missy tossed the dress across the back of the chair and stared at Joanne.
Joanne's complexion was smooth and firm, free of any imperfections
whatsoever. Missy felt herself getting more and more aroused and couldn't
understand it. She dreaded having to make love to another girl. The thought
of placing her tongue on another girl's vagina, even one as pretty as Joanne,
had always made her a little sick to her stomach, but here she was, about to
do just that and getting aroused over the thought of it. Her hand went out and
her fingers lightly ran up Joanne's spine, causing her friend to tremble slightly
as goose bumps formed all over her flesh.
Rob watched the silent interplay between the two girls for a few minutes. His
hard-on was throbbing violently, partly due to seeing Joanne's near perfect
body nude before him, and partly in anticipation of seeing what was about to
take place. He called Missy over to him and told her to look at Joanne. He
described Joanne's body to her, asking for her opinion of each part. He knew
Missy became more humiliated with each lewd question and the struggle to
answer him grew more and more difficult.
"Go back to her, Missy. Go back to her and kiss her."
Missy walked over to Joan and held her hands as she lightly bussed her
friend's lips.
"No, no no!" Rob yelled, then lowered his voice to a whisper as he continued,
"That's not your sister you're kissing, that's the girl you are about to make love
to. She's your lover. Kiss her like you kiss you lover. Open your lips and let
your tongue explore hers. Kiss her deeply, passionately. She won't mind, will
you, Joanne?"
"No" Joanne answered in a high, squeaky voice, then after clearing her throat,
repeated in normal voice, "No."
"There, see? In fact, she probably wants you to kiss her that way. Don't you,
Joanne?"
"Yes," Joanne answered as her eyes looked into Missy's and her knees
buckled. She meant it. At this moment she wanted to throw her arms around
Missy and pull her tightly to her. Her mind was swimming with conflicting
emotions and she felt herself go limp when Missy's hands went around her
neck and drew her mouth to hers.
She felt her stiff nipples press against those of her best friend and her pelvis
instinctively pushed against Missy's. Her lips parted and allowed Missy's
tongue to enter her mouth, twirling around her own tongue and flicking across
her teeth. She put her arms around Missy's waist and drew her hips towards
hers, grinding her pubis into Missy's.
Missy felt the heat radiating from Joanne's body into her own as her best friend
ground her pelvis against hers. Her breasts, flattened against Joanne's, ached
as the nipples strained to stiffen against the pressure. As she worked her
tongue around Joanne's mouth, she felt herself becoming as emotionally
charged and aroused as she suspected Joanne was. She opened her eyes
slightly and saw Joanne's eyes were closed and that she was in the throes of
passion. She closed her eyes again and pressed her mouth tighter against
Joanne's while her hands found their way to her partner's backside and began
to roughly massage her cheeks. Within minutes she felt Joanne's legs give
out and she struggled to prevent her friend from falling and slowly lowered her
to the carpet.
Joanne felt herself being lowered to the floor and placed her hand behind
Missy's head, pulling it to hers lest the kiss be broken. She felt her legs
spread and her hips begin to push up, seeking to find something, anything, to
satisfy the craving building within her. Her hand gently pushed against Missy's
head, urging it downward towards her breasts. The lips which had been
pressed against hers were now enveloping her nipples, sucking gently while
the tongue they concealed wistfully flicked against them. Her head began
moving side to side and her hand pushed against the head once more,
steadily guiding it lower and lower.
She felt little kisses, hundreds of them, against her chest, then ribs, then
stomach, navel. It was driving her wild. Suddenly she felt the head move on
its own, further downward to the burning between her legs. She raised her
buttocks high off the floor to meet the sweet lips and flicking tongue and
groaned when the breath from her dear friend drifted against her wetness,
followed immediately by the first slight tingle of Missy's tongue against her wet
slit.
Beside herself with ecstasy, Joanne's hands reached upward and grabbed
Missy's hips, pulling them towards her until Missy's legs straddled her head,
which now leaped up to allow her tongue to start licking Missy.
Rob watched the two girls locked in a 69 position until he could no longer
stand it. He rose up and began undressing without taking his eyes off the
scene before him. Slowly, he walked over to the pair and knelt down behind
Missy, his knees sliding in between Missy's legs and Joanne's head. His hand
gripped his penis and began to stroke the shaft slowly while inching the tip
closer and closer to Missy's cunt.
Missy's hands gently parted Joanne's pubic hair and labia as her tongue
alternately played against the clitoris then drove deep into the vagina below
her. She felt Joanne's hands pulling on her hips and she readily moved into
position over her face. As she worked her tongue faster and deeper, she felt
Joanne's tongue doing the same to her. She could tell Joanne was nearing
orgasm and it prompted her to increase her pace.
She suddenly became aware of something hard pressing against her cunt and
opened her eyes to see Rob had moved from his seat. She closed her eyes
once more, relieved with the knowledge that the object behind her was Rob's
penis. She pushed backwards against it and felt it enter her. She, too, was
nearing orgasm.
Joanne felt Rob's knees force themselves against her head and opened her
eyes to see him manipulating his hard cock towards Missy. She watched as
she saw the tip disappear into her friend and the shaft follow. When the shaft
worked itself out of Missy's vagina, and Joanne saw the wet juices covering it,
she closed her eyes and raised her head once more. She was coming now
and her hips started to buck violently against the actions of Missy's tongue.
Rob was furiously fucking Missy when he felt Joanne's lips gliding over his
balls and her tongue greedily lick his cock whenever it emerged from Missy's
cunt. He had become so excited watching the two girls that he felt himself
coming already. He drove his dick into Missy harder and within a couple of
seconds, it was over.
As his half-hard dick slipped out of Missy, he felt Joanne's mouth encircle it,
sucking wildly, trying desperately to relieve it of any cum that may be
remaining within. He was so sensitive at the tip that the mere touch of
Joanne's tongue against it sent shivers through his body.
He moved backwards, pulling his cock from her mouth, and watched his
sperm dribble out of Missy's cunt.
He watched as Joanne's head leapt back to its previous spot between Missy's
legs and her tongue began to lap at the dripping sperm, while her hips raised
off the floor and stiffened. He knew she was climaxing and, from the looks of
it, Missy was not far behind. He crawled back to his chair and sat down,
waiting for it all to come to an end, wishing it would not.
Missy was on the verge of climax when she felt Rob's cock soften and pull out
of her. She was about to plead with him to put it back in when she felt
Joanne's tongue once more on her vagina. The thought of her friend licking
Rob's cum from her pussy brought Missy to a new high and she started to
moan, almost in unison with Joanne, as she neared orgasm. The loud cries of
Joanne when she came put the finishing touches on Missy's own orgasm and
she came within seconds of her partner.
Exhausted, she collapsed on top of Joanne and lie there, attempting to regain
both her breath and composure. After a few minutes rest, she began to feel
her friend stir beneath her and she rolled over and sat upright on the floor.
She stared down at Joanne and saw Joanne's eyes looking at hers. Neither
said a word to each other as Joanne propped herself up to a sitting position
using her elbows for support.
"Oh, man," Rob said, "This was one helluva night. And don't either one of you
tell me you didn't have a good time. I've never seen anyone have an orgasm
as good as each of you had. What a sight."
Joanne looked strangely at Rob then got up off the floor, gathered her dress in
one hand and went into the bathroom. Moments later she returned to the
living room, fully clothed and obviously freshened up a bit. She sat down in
the chair and looked at Missy still sitting on the floor.
"Missy, get Joanne and yourself another drink. I think you both need it." Rob
said. He watched Missy as she left the room to carry out his order. The sight
of her cute little ass fascinated him and he couldn't take his eyes off of it until
she was no longer in view. He looked back over to Joanne and noticed that
she, too, was watching Missy walk away.
"Joanne, I don't know how to thank you for coming over tonight." Rob
shrugged his shoulders as he spoke.
Joanne just stared at Rob. His remark was so mechanical, as though she had
just finished helping Missy wash his socks or something. It bothered her that
he viewed the action that had just taken place as her doing a friend a favor.
Sure, she had sex with a few guys before - even given a couple of them blow
jobs, but never had she had such an orgasm. She was mystified as to how
she could have such an orgasm by having sex with another woman.
She kept staring at Rob trying to think of something to say. She could never
tell him, or anyone else for that matter, that she had enjoyed going 69 with
another girl. Luckily, Missy returned to the room and offered her a Coke,
breaking the tension between her and Rob and letting her off the hook for not
being able to reply to him. She gulped down the pop and set the empty glass
on the coffee table across from her. She waited until Missy finished hers then
looked over to Rob again.
"Is that it for tonight, Rob? Would you mind if Missy took me home now? I
really am exhausted." It was the first words she spoke since shortly before
Missy had started to kiss her.
"No, not at all. I understand. Just let me thank you again for coming." Rob
felt awkward talking to Joanne and wasn't quite sure what to say. What does
one say to a girl who helped her best friend out of a jam by letting her lick her
cunt while he watched? Words failed him. He turned to Missy, who was
already standing, and told her to take Joanne home. He waited until Missy
had gotten dressed and was about to go out the door and then kissed her
forehead and told her to call him when she got safely home.
The two girls stared out the windshield during the drive to Joanne's. The were
so locked up in their individual thoughts, even the loud, obnoxious radio
announcer advertising the drag races on Sunday could not break their trance.
Missy, faced with the reality and guilt of what had occurred tonight, did not
know what to say and worried about her long-time friendship with Joanne.
Joanne, on the other hand, was going over the events of the evening in her
mind and attempting to rationalize her feelings about what had taken place.
Neither spoke until Missy turned the car onto the short street where Joanne
lived.
"Look, Joanne, I'm really sorry for dragging you into this." She said while her
hands tightly gripped the steering wheel and her eyes remained glued to the
road ahead. "I just don't know what to say except, I'm sor ....
Her apology was interrupted by Joanne's hand patting hers.
"Please, don't say anything, Missy. You don't have to apologize for anything. I
agreed to do it, knowing full well what I was getting myself into. I just need
some time to myself to get my head straight. Please don't say anymore about
it, Okay?"
"Okay, Joanne." Missy replied as she pulled up in front of Joanne's house.
She watched as Joanne got out of the car and, without another word, walked
up to the house and went inside.
During the short drive to her house, Missy was overcome by guilt over her role
in bringing Joanne into this situation. She wondered how she would ever be
able to look Joanne in the eye again. She began to cry as she pondered the
reality that she may be losing the best friend she ever had.
When she entered the house, Missy found that her father had already gone to
bed and her mother was sound asleep on the couch, TV on, waiting for her
return. She woke her mother up and kissed her good night before going into
the kitchen for a late night snack. When she returned to the living room, her
mother had already gone upstairs to bed. Missy sat down on the couch and
picked up the phone to call Rob.
Rob's voice on the other end of the phone seemed unusually subdued to
Missy. She started probing him in an attempt to find out what was bothering
him. He responded by telling her he loved her and how much he enjoyed the
night. His voice then became low and his breathing labored as he started to
explain his feelings as he watched the two girls making love. Within a short
time he confessed that he was lying in bed masturbating as he talked to her
now.
He described in exacting detail just what his hand was doing at the moment
and Missy urged him on by relaying her feelings while engaged in sex with
Joanne. Before long, she heard the unmistakable sounds of Rob having an
orgasm. She herself was on the verge of one and she looked down to find her
fingers furiously pumping in and out of her pussy. She hung up the phone, laid
her head back and continued to masturbate while thinking about Joanne and
the night's events.
MISSY Part 5
Two weeks have gone by since Missy's session with Joanne and during that
time things have been pretty much normal between Rob and her. Oh, she was
still serving as Rob's slave. There was no mistaking that. It was always Rob
decision on what sexual activity they would engage in and how they went
about it. She had no say in the matter.
By now, the term "normal" meant she had not been forced to participate in any
group activities. Rob still found new ways to humiliate and degrade her,
though. His latest thing was having her expose herself to strangers or in
public, such as hiking her dress up to her waist, leaving her legs and shaven
twat completely naked, whenever they stopped for gas. It seemed to take the
station attendant hours to clean the windshield when she was forced to show
him her pussy. At other times he would have her sit in the car with the top of
her dress open and bare breasts exposed to anyone passing by.
Another way Rob got his kicks was by fondling her breasts and ass in public.
When they went to a restaurant, for example, he would sit at the table and
massage her nipple through the dress and in plain view of the other diners.
The effect was that both her nipples got erect and poked at the dress she was
wearing. It was obvious to everyone in the place that she wore no bra. When
they would leave the restaurant, Rob would always have his open hand on her
ass and massage it as they walked through the dining room floor.
On one occasion he slid his hand up her back without relieving the pressure
and her dress was pulled up above her bottom. If she complained about these
actions, she was sure to be spanked later. Yes, there was no doubting her
position in their relationship.
Her period of servitude was rapidly coming to an end, though. It should have
ended sooner, but Rob had insisted that the 30 days consist of 30 days of her
serving him rather than 30 consecutive days. After tonight, she will have
fulfilled those 30 days of slavery and once again become a free woman.
As she looked back on it, she realized she had actually enjoyed being Rob's
slave. For one thing, she learned a great deal about sex. She had never
imagined the pleasure that could be derived just by properly stimulating the
right part of her body or mind.
She thought about what sex would be like once she was no longer a slave and
couldn't imagine it being quite as exciting. She could never bring herself to do
some of the things she had done if it were not for her pledge to obey Rob's
orders, and yet, for the most part, she had gotten enormous pleasure from
doing them. Her only regret thus far was bringing Joanne into it.
Since that night they were together at Rob's, Joanne had avoided her. Missy
phoned her a few times after the incident and her mother would always answer
and make some excuse why Joanne couldn't talk. In frustration she had given
up trying to call.
At school, Joanne avoided even the slightest contact with her. It had begun to
bother Missy terribly. One day, as she was at her locker in school, she was
approached by Mary who asked how she and Rob were doing. She answered
politely, blushing as she did so, and asked her how she and Bill were getting
along. She was shocked to learn that Mary no longer dated Bill and that, in
fact, had a slave of her own now.
Mary reached into her purse, withdrew a handful of pictures and handed them
to Missy. Missy looked at the pictures slowly, absorbing every little detail.
They were all pictures of Mary and her new slave. Missy was surprised, but
not shocked, to see that Mary's slave was another girl. Each of the pictures
showed Mary in various positions while her slave, who always seemed to have
her back to the camera, was servicing some part of Mary's body with her
mouth and tongue.
When she got to the last picture, Missy was stunned. It was a close-up of
Mary's twat with her slave's tongue licking feverishly. The slave's face was
clearly shown and it was none other than Joanne. Mary saw the stunned look
on Missy's face and explained that it was Joanne who had approached her
with the idea of becoming her sex slave.
Missy wanted to know more of the details, but the school bell rang and they
had to scurry back to class. For the rest of the day, Missy thought about her
friend, Joanne, and the pictures Mary had shown her. Since that day she had
not attempted to talk to Joanne.
Lately Mary's thoughts were almost exclusively focused on tonight. Since it
was to be the last day of the agreement, Rob had set up something "special"
for them. It seems he had been talking to his boss about sex slaves and found
out that his boss and his wife were into it big time.
They belonged to a club that met at their house once a month for the purpose
of "training" their slaves. Rob told his boss about his situation and he was
quickly invited to attend the next meeting. After explaining that Missy was
slightly under age and that it would be impossible to attend if any members of
the group knew Missy or parents, Rob was assured that his boss would check
and if anyone did know her, he would tell him so and they would be excused.
As her luck would have it, nobody in the club had even heard of Missy or her
family and Rob graciously accepted the invitation.
The scary part was that Missy was to be the center of attention at this month's
meeting and had to be put through an initiation of sorts. As Rob explained,
she would be turned over to his boss's wife for the evening and would have to
obey her from then on. She shivered at the thought of what may happen to
her that night and quickly changed her thoughts back to Rob, but no matter
how hard she tried, she couldn't get tonight off her mind.
At the time when she had first agreed to become Rob's sex slave, Missy had
no idea that there were so many people involved in this "dark side of sex".
The thought of there being a whole club devoted to the practice of it amazed
her and this business of Joanne actually wanting to become a slave was
overwhelming.
Two months ago Missy considered sex slaves as something foreign, women
belong to a Sheik's harem or to a rich oriental warlord. As the days went by
she came to realize that there were probably millions of people across the
world who practiced such behavior. What she once considered to be
perverted, was now a perfectly acceptable sexual activity.
The fact that she had entered into this fraternity of slaves, and actually became
aroused by it, no longer caused her to wonder about her mental state. She
accepted her position and vowed to finish her commitment to Rob. The end
result would be well worth the mental anguish she had been put through.
She studied herself in the mirror and made some last minute adjustments to
her hair. Rob insisted she go all out to look good tonight and she obliged.
The new hairstyle suggested by the beautician made her look sultry and
beyond her years, as did the red lipstick she wore.
The new dress, colored to match her lipstick, fitted her perfectly and clung to
her body revealing every curve.
For the first time in a long while she was wearing stockings and she admired
them and the way they made her legs look. The stockings were held in place
by a garter belt that she had spent an entire day looking for, not to mention a
good part of her allowance to buy.
She remembered the sales clerk at the lingerie store trying to get her to buy
the sheer white panties which matched the belt and her reaction when Missy
told her that she would not be needing panties. She giggled to herself
recalling the shocked expression on the clerk's face and how deliciously evil
she felt as she left the store wiggling her ass a la Marilyn Monroe. She felt so
mature, so confident and worldly that day. She wished she felt that way now.
Seeing herself in the mirror helped her regain some of that confidence, but the
uncertainty of what lie in store for her later made her stomach knot.
She heard the doorbell ring and looked up at the clock. Seven p.m., exactly.
"The appointed hour," she said to under her breath, miffed at Rob's obsession
to punctuality. One last spray of cologne and she left the bedroom and went
down the stairs to the living room expecting to make a grand entrance and
wowing Rob and her parents. Instead, the room was empty.
She called out Rob's name and her mother replied that he was on the back
porch talking to her father and that he said he would be in shortly. She started
towards the back door, but her mother abruptly told her to leave the men
alone, that they were discussing "manly" things. Her mother's voice made it
sound as though they were discussing some tribal rite or something.
She wondered what they could be talking about as she peered through the
window at the two men sitting across from each other. It appeared as though
Rob was doing all the talking while her father only occasionally nodded his
head or made a quick remark in reply. The men finally stood up and shook
hands, Missy's father's arm went around Rob's shoulders as they made their
way back into the house.
Missy dashed back to the foot of the stairway and she pretended as though
she had just came down when the men walked in. They stopped dead in their
tracks when they noticed her standing there.
Her father whistled at her as Rob just stared, the smile on his face revealing
his pride over her appearance. Missy smiled back at the men. Their approval
of the way she looked made her once again feel good about herself.
Her mother wedged herself between the two men and her fingertips went to
lips as she looked at her daughter. Missy noticed her mother's eyes beginning
to fill with tears.
"Well, what do ya' think?" She asked as she spun around. Rob answered
"Great!," while her parents remained silent.
"Your little girl is all grown up now." She said, looking directly at her mother.
"I guess you have. You look terrific, sweetheart." Her mother replied, dabbing
the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief.
"We gotta' get going," Rob interrupted, "I made the reservations for 8 and I'd
like to get there a little early."
Missy waved good-bye to her parents as she walked down front porch steps to
the car. Rob leaped in front of her and held the door open for her, the first
time he had done that since their first date. He whistled when her dress rode
up her legs, exposing the top of her stockings and the garters attached, as she
slid into the seat. Seconds later, the car was on its way and Missy once again
felt the knots in her stomach.
As she waited for Rob to open the door for her, Missy looked at the house.
She had expected some dark old mansion hidden in the midst of trees and at
the end of some old dirt road. She had envisioned dozens of cars parked
around the front with their owner's laughter coming from inside the house.
Instead, the house was like any other in town.
It was, perhaps, a little larger than most, though not noticeably larger, and
seemed to be what one would expect a house which raised a family in
everyday suburbia to look like. Neatly landscaped lawn with a small white
fence around its perimeter, well maintained flower bed from which sprouted
early summer's blooms, tidy driveway with only one car parked in front of the
garage door.
She envisioned the home's inhabitants meticulously grooming and trimming
the lawn on weekends, waving to the neighbors as they drove by. She got out
of the car and held Rob's arm as he led her up the walk to the front door.
"Good evening, Rob. I've heard so much about you from Ed that I'd recognize
you anywhere. And this must be Missy?"
The woman answering the door spoke cheerfully, as though greeting new
guests to her Bridge club. She was definitely older than Missy, but not quite as
old as her parents, Missy surmised. She, too, was made up as though going
out to a fancy dinner, but she wore a long, floor length, white cotton robe which
buttoned down the front and hung loosely from her shoulders.
"Good evening, Mrs. Marston. Nice to meet you. Ed's talked a great deal
about you, too." Rob replied, equally cheerful, "Yes, this is Missy." He gently
pulled Missy up to the door, between Mrs. Marston and himself.
"Oh, and a sweet thing she is. Come in, come in." The woman urged as she
took Missy's elbow and led her into the house. "But mind your manners
tonight, Rob. Tonight I am Sheila, not Mrs. Marston. I shall be addressing you
as 'Sir' from now on."
Missy stood nervously as Rob corrected himself and called the smiling hostess
Sheila. She looked around her surroundings and noticed that no other guests
appeared to arrive yet.
"We'd better get you ready, Missy," Mrs. Marston said as she tugged Missy's
arm toward the stairway, "the members will be arriving shortly."
Missy followed Mrs. Marston up the stairs and into a rather large bedroom,
complete with a king sized bed and its own bath. As she looked around, Missy
was astonished at the number of mirrors in the room. Her initial reaction was
to think of how vain the Marston's must be, then she realized they were placed
in positions that enabled the occupants of the bed a view of themselves from
all angles. She gazed upward and saw the mirrored ceiling above the bed and
she envisioned herself making love to Rob in such an atmosphere.
"Let's go, dear," Mrs. Marston said as she clapped her hands together. "You'd
better get undressed. The guests will be here at any moment."
Missy momentarily froze then started to take off her clothes, laying them in a
neatly folded stack across the bed. Mrs. Marston had scurried into the
bathroom and Missy heard her rummaging through the cabinets and the water
start to run.
"I assume you bathed just before you came?", Mrs. Marston shouted from the
other room.
"Yes, I did."
"And douche?"
"Yes." Missy replied again, blushing at the intimacy of the question. She had
finished undressing and stood completely naked at the foot of the bed waiting
for whatever it was that would come next.
Mrs. Marston emerged from the bathroom with one hand carrying a large,
bloated, rubber bag with a long hose connected to it. In her other hand she
held the end of the hose, with its hard plastic tip, and a jar of Vaseline. She
walked briskly over to Missy, obviously concerned about the time.
"What's that?" Missy asked as she stepped backward, frightened by the
appearance of the strange apparatus.
"Why, it's an enema bag, dear. One must always have an enema before the
party. It makes you feel really clean and helps prevent any embarrassing
situations during the party. Let's go, now. Time's a wasting. Just kneel down
at the foot of the bed there and lay your body across the mattress."
Slowly, Missy lowered herself to her knees and draped her upper body across
the bed, her reddened face buried in the soft quilt. She felt Mrs. Marston's one
hand spread her cheeks while a finger of the other hand began to spread the
Vaseline around the rim of her opening, periodically darting into the tender bud
to lubricate her inside as well as out.
The finger was replaced by the hardness of the plastic nozzle and she soon
felt the warm liquid begin to fill her bowels. As she knelt there, she listened as
Mrs. Marston explained the need for an enema again. She turned her head to
the side and immediately saw her reflection in the mirror. The image of her,
kneeling and exposed, being tended to by an older woman, both, humiliated
and excited her.
She buried her face back into the bed coverings but the image remained
etched in her mind. She started to get very nervous as the more experienced
women explained how, during the course of the evening, her ass would be
used as a target for many delightful things and it was imperative that she be
clean, lest she soil the instruments.
Though Mrs. Marston spoke in kind, gentle tones, the subject matter frightened
Missy immensely. She felt her bowels being stretched to their limit by the
invading liquid and knew she would not be able to hold much more. Just as
she was about to plead with Mrs. Marston to stop the flow, she felt the nozzle
being removed and Mrs. Marston tell her to go relieve herself, and to be sure
to clean herself thoroughly when she was finished. She ran to the bathroom
and did just that.
When Missy returned to the bedroom, Mrs. Marston was holding up a plain red
cotton cape. She held it up against Missy and, satisfied it was the right size,
laid it neatly on the bed. She went to the dresser and retrieved a bottle,
unscrewing the cap and pouring some of the lotion it contained into her palm,
as she walked back to Missy. She gingerly began to rub the oil into Missy's
flesh, telling Missy how pretty she was and how she envied her and the
pleasures she was about to receive tonight.
Missy stood erect, legs slightly spread, while Mrs. Marston spread the
shimmering oil onto her, starting with the shoulders and working down across
her breasts. As Mrs. Marston's fingers gently kneaded the oil into her nipples,
Missy felt them begin to harden. The hand continued spreading the oil until
there was no part of Missy's body that wasn't shining, including the area
between her legs and buttocks. Missy watched the process in the mirror and
noticed that the oil made her skin appear metallic, shimmering in the light,
while not leaving an oily film.
"I see you have already started on your summer tan, Missy." Mrs. Marston
commented, pointing to the slight tan lines left my Missy's bikini. "This will
never do, however. You should be either tan all over or white all over. A
slave's body must never give any indication of being covered or inaccessible to
her master. You should either find a place where you can sunbathe in the
altogether or keep yourself out of the sun."
"Oh, I didn't know that." Missy replied.
"One more thing," Mrs. Marston started to say then rose up and walked back
to the dresser. She opened the drawer and removed what appeared to be
leather dog collars. She went back to Missy and stood directly in front of her
as she continued.
"I will be your mistress tonight. You must always address me as 'Mistress'.
Rob is your master and you will always address and refer to him as 'Master'.
The other masters and mistresses will be referred to as either 'Sir' or 'madam',
whatever the case may be. Although Mr. Marston is my master, I am
sometimes given the honor of being mistress to the other slaves. Tonight is
one of those occasions and I am looking forward to it."
"And what do I call the slaves?" Missy asked. The frown on Mrs. Marston's
face made her add "Mistress".
"You will NOT, I repeat, NOT talk to the slaves at any time. In fact, you must
not speak to anyone, including masters and mistresses, unless it is to answer
a question or to ask permission to do so. Is that understood."
"Yes, Mistress"
"Good! Now let's get these on and get downstairs."
Missy stood there while Mrs. Marston fastened the collars to each of her wrists
and ankles as well as one around her neck. They were all identical except for
size - plain black leather with a small chrome ring sewn into them where one
would normally attach a leash.
When they were in place, Mrs. Marston slipped the cape around Missy's
shoulders and buttoned the one button on the neck, making sure the collar
was not covered. The cape was very full and reached her knees, but when
she walked, Missy suspected, it would not offer much protection due to the
entire front being completely open. She watched nervously as Mrs. Marston
stepped back and appraised her appearance.
"Excellent," she stated with obvious pleasure, "Are you ready for your grand
entrance?"
Missy's knees began to shake when she realized that the time had come for
her introduction to the members of the club. While she was being prepared,
she heard the doorbell ring numerous times and she surmised there was a
large crowd gathered downstairs. She had always been uncomfortable being
the center of attention in a room and now she was about to be displayed to
group of older men and women, stripped naked and forced to participate in
lewd and degrading acts while they watched. Her stomach tightened and she
was just about to back down.
"Yes, Mistress," she replied.
Mrs. Marston went to her dresser and took a short chain from the drawer. It
was similar to the chains used as a dog leash, only shorter - 3 feet in length.
She clipped one end onto the collar around Missy's neck and gently tugged on
the other end.
"Let's go then," she said as she left the room, towing her charge behind her.
Missy followed Mrs. Marston down the flight of stairs to the main floor. She
expected to find a huge crowd gathered in the living room. Instead, it was
empty, but the sounds of people talking and laughing could be heard in the
distance. She was led down the narrow hallway, through the kitchen to
another door which, once opened, led to the basement. At this point Mrs.
Marston stopped, withdrew a blindfold from her robe pocket and proceeded to
wrap it tightly around Missy's eyes. As she done so, she noticed Missy's
hands shaking uncontrollably.
"No need to be so nervous, dear," Mrs. Marston said while stroking Missy's
head, "you'll soon find yourself amidst people whose sole purpose this evening
will be bringing you pleasure. In turn, you will expected to provide equal
pleasure to their masters and mistresses. Just in case you find yourself in a
situation where you think you cannot handle any further activities, say
'peanuts'. That is our safe word here.
Upon hearing this word, all activities will cease, and you will be excused from
any further participation in tonight's festivities. But mind you, use this word
ONLY if you feel that continuing on would cause you physical harm. If you use
it too soon, or to escape any activity simply because you do not want to
continue, you will have to answer for it. You will not find that pleasant, I assure
you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress, but why 'peanuts'?"
"That's easy, dear. You must use a word that one would never use in the heat
of passion. I can't imagine anyone saying 'peanuts' in the heat of passion, can
you?"
"No, Mistress." Missy giggled nervously at the thought of such an occurrence.
"I should think not. Some clubs use an object, such as a small ball or marble,
that they place in the slave's hand. The safe signal is when the object falls to
the floor.
They reason that an eager initiate may tend to hold back too long and may not
be able to speak when they've had enough. Still, it is more likely for an object
to fall out of the hand by accident. Either way, it's just a signal to all that you
have reached your limit."
While Missy was busy upstairs being prepared for her initiation, Rob was busy
downstairs being introduced to the other members of the club. At 21 years of
age, he was clearly the youngest of the masters present and was greeted, and
talked to, by the other masters (and an occasional mistress) in parental tones.
As each master would welcome him and stop to ask him a question or offer
advice, Rob couldn't help but notice the admiring glances he was receiving
from many of the nude slaves at their sides. His only expectation of the night
was the sight of his Missy being initiated by the club members. The fact that
there would be other nude slaves present never crossed his mind. His mind
began to conjure up visions of what was about to happen and his dick grew
harder and harder with each image.
He was almost about to come in his pants when Mr. Marston entered and
called the room to order. As he welcomed the members and explained what
was in store for them tonight, Rob sat quietly and looked around the room.
At first glance the room appeared to be just another basement den or
recreation room. Upon closer inspection, however, the differences between
this room and an ordinary rec room could be easily spotted. The floor was
covered with very thick black carpeting. It obviously was well padded for you
could feel your feet sink into it as you walked.
Along three of the walls were assorted overstuffed sofas and chairs, each
piece having either a cocktail or end table on which were bowls of nuts,
pretzels, chips and the member's drinks. Scattered in front of the seats and
around the middle of the room were large pillows, some so large they
resembled mattresses or gym mats.
Rob could see they were placed there for the slaves who sat at their masters'
feet. The remaining wall of the room was covered by a thick white drapery
which ran from wall to wall and ceiling to floor. A platform, about 8" high,
extended 10' out from the drapes and also ran wall to wall.
Centered on the platform, but against the wall, was a large, wooden cross lying
on its side resembling an X.
Rob noticed that near each end of the cross were metal cuffs. At each end of
the platform stood a padded bench which had dolly wheels on each leg. The
benches, which were identical except for size, were lower on one end than the
other. Colored, mostly red, lights were installed flush with the ceiling over the
stage and cast an eerie glow over the area.
"So without further ado, I present, for your approval, our newest initiate, Missy,
slave to Master Rob." Mr. Marston's announcement caught Rob in the middle
of daydreaming about the naked slaves gathered in the room and he directed
his attention to Mrs. Marston who was leading Missy through the doorway.
The room was quiet, except for an occasional whisper among masters, as
Missy was led to the stage area. She was placed in front of the cross where
her hands and ankles were fastened by the cuffs. Her cape was removed and
she stood there naked for all to see. Missy could not see the approving smiles
of those watching her, but her ears heard the low mumblings coming from the
room. She was visibly shaking and very obviously frightened as she waited.
Almost immediately she felt hands starting to touch her body. The hands were
joined by another pair then another, and another, until she could no longer
determine the exact number. The hands lightly caressed every inch of body;
her face, neck, hair, breasts, arms, navel, thigh, pubis, legs. There was no
part of her, that could be reached, that escaped their touch.
The hands continued but were soon joined by lips kissing and tongues licking.
She felt the nipples of her breasts being gently kissed by lips and licked by
tongues. Another tongue flicked in and around her navel while others licked
her lips, probing behind them as they attempted to enter her mouth. Her toes
were being licked and sucked by an unknown number of mouths, some of
them continuing up her legs to her knees, then thighs.
All at once, the endless parade of mouths and hands seemed to withdraw to
her extremities. They only concerned themselves with her face, hands and
feet. All except three, that is. She felt a pair of lips on each of her nipples,
lightly sucking. She trembled when the third mouth began to lick her between
her spread thighs. They were masterful in their art; licking, flicking, probing all
around her sex without ever touching it.
Before long, Missy was lost in ecstasy, her head leaned back as she pushed
her hips outward. She prayed for the tongue between her legs to stop its
teasing and to enter her now wet pussy. Her prayers were answered shortly
as she felt a pair of hands gently spread her labia and the tongue feverishly
flick across her clitoris and vagina.
The ministrations seemed to go on for hours and Missy could no longer control
herself. She began to grind her pelvis into the probing tongue as she moaned
softly. The approving ahs and ohs from the crowd were lost to her ears as she
felt the orgasm begin to build. Her moaning came more frequently and louder
until suddenly all activity stopped and she was left there, alone.
Her hips slowed their gyrations and her breathing returned to normal when she
felt her lips being spread again. She gasped as the tip of the dildo began to
enter her pussy at the same time the mouths returned to her breasts. Her
body again was being brought to the edge of orgasm by the pulsating
instrument being pushed and pulled in and out of her, and again they stopped
just prior to her achieving it. She felt the sweat build on her forehead and
belly.
The vibrator entered her again, but this time it was pushed deep inside her and
held in place. Fingers were now spreading oil around her anus and she knew
what was going to happen next. She waited for, craved for, the feel of a dildo
in her bottom. It came quickly, pushing its thin tip past the tight muscles of her
ass and into her bowels. She heard the faint click of a switch and at once the
two vibrators were humming inside her, touching each other through the thin
membrane which separated them. They were being alternately worked in and
out of their respective openings and Missy again found herself ready to come.
Again the taunting stopped.
"Please." Missy whispered, pleading for her tormentors to continue.
She heard the faint, isolated, laughter and felt her hands and ankles being
freed from the cuffs. She was led to one of the padded benches and was laid
back on it. Her wrists and ankles were clipped to the legs of the bench and
Missy found herself once again spread eagle, but this time on her back with
her hips slightly higher than her head. She felt the bench being wheeled to the
center of the stage and the thin dildo being reinserted into her ass. She
waited.
She felt it then. The unmistakable feel of a man's hips between her legs and
his penis at her vagina. It entered her quickly with no mercy. It shoved into
her with a force that drove her whole body up the platform. It pumped in and
out at a fast pace right from the beginning. It promised the relief she was after.
She responded, her hips rising and falling with each stroke of the warm cock.
Within moments she was moaning loudly again, nearing her orgasm.
She felt another cock. This one on her lips. She opened her mouth and it slid
in. She was beyond any control except the control her body held over her.
Hips bucking, head bobbing, she felt the rush of fluids heralding the onslaught
of her climax. Her mouth filled suddenly and fully with semen. When the
softening cock pulled away from her lips, it was immediately replaced with
another hard one.
The cock in her pussy pulled out and she felt the spurts of warm semen splash
onto her belly, filling her navel. Again the spent organ was replaced with a
fresh one. She felt her wrists being unsnapped from the legs of the bench and
her hands filled with a cock from each side. She worked furiously as the cocks
kept coming. As the semen from one cock spilled across her face, her arms,
her belly or down the lips of her pussy, a fresh cock would replace it.
At one point, the cock in her mouth was replaced with the sweet taste of a
woman. Soon she found her hands working their fingers into the cunts of two
women while her tongue probed a third, a dick still pounding her cunt. It went
on for hours, or so it seemed.
She remembers her body being lifted off the bench, turned over and placed
back on the same bench, belly down. She remembers the cock entering her
asshole and the excruciating pain as it plunged into her. She remembers her
flood of orgasms, so many she knew not how many. She knew not how, or
when, it ended. She remembers the grunts, the groans, the laughter, the
obscenities spoken into her ear, the darkness falling upon her.
When she opened her eyes, Missy saw Rob's face staring down at hers.
Startled, she leaped to a sitting position and discovered herself in the
Marston's living room.
"Welcome back, dear." Mrs. Marston said.
Missy began to ask question after question, not giving anyone the chance to
enter one before she asked another. She was told that soon after she passed
out, she was carried to Mrs. Marston's bedroom, cleaned up, dressed and
brought down here to the couch. During all that time, she never woke up,
never stirred. Rob had been worried about her and, at one point, was going to
call an ambulance.
"Your master should be very proud of you, Missy," Mrs. Marston continued,
"That was a lot to handle for a first timer - and not a peanut." She smiled.
Missy realized now what she had done, what she had been through, and that it
was over, all of it was over. She had done it! She leaned over to Rob and
kissed his cheek. His arm went around her shoulder and pulled her closer to
him. She listened to the Marstons compliment her again, and thank Rob for
sharing his slave with them. Shortly, she was at the door, Rob beside her,
telling the Marstons good-bye.
************
Missy slept late the next morning. She was awoken at noon by the telephone.
It was Rob, telling, or rather inviting, her to dinner that afternoon - a real
dinner. At 4 o'clock, she was ready and waiting for him. She looked at herself
in the mirror and saw her legs once again wearing nylons. She smoothed her
hands over her hips and felt the outline of panties under her dress. She felt
wonderful, and wonderfully feminine, once again.
They dined at "O'Neils's", a fashionable restaurant on the outskirts of town and
they ate well; shrimp cocktail, filet mignon, dessert. The food was delicious,
the setting romantic, and the talk happy. After dinner, Rob reached into her
pocket and pulled out a gift wrapped box and handed it to Missy. She looked
at the box, the size of it hinted what was inside. She opened the box
cautiously, her fingers crossed. It was, as she hoped, the engagement ring
she had so desperately wanted.
"I already asked your father," Rob said humbly, "and he gave me his best
wishes. I figure we'll get married next year. That'll give you a whole year after
graduation to sorta get yourself a job and all. That is if you say 'Yes', of
course."
Beside herself with happiness, Missy leaned across the table and kissed Rob's
lips, whispering "Yes" as she did. It was a fine evening, indeed.
Rob pulled the car to a halt in from of Missy's house and stared at her for a
moment.
"Missy, I just want to say how much I love you and how much doing what you
did meant to me. I know I agreed to end it here, but I must tell you that I really
don't want to see it end.
But, I'll love you no matter what, for at least I'll have the memories of the past
couple months."
Missy's lips moved towards Rob's and they kissed. As his arms went around
her back, and their tongues intertwined, Missy thought about Bill and Mary and
Joanne and the Marstons and the nights she had spent at Rob's apartment.
She felt the desire begin to build in her loins and the ball begin to form in her
stomach. She broke the embrace and looked into Rob's eyes for a second
before reaching under her dress and pulling her panties and stockings off,
throwing them into the back seat.
"Just when is the Marston's next party?" she asked, a sly, knowing grin on her
face.
>>> MARIE <<<
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Marie. I live in the Bronx in New
York City. My mother was latino and my father was white. My mother died of a
drug overdose when I was 4 and I lived the rest of my childhood alone with my
father in an apartment. I'm 14 years old and I've been used for sex for as long
as I can remember. I'll give you a little summary of my life and you can get
some idea of how I got to be where I am today.
* * *
One of my earliest clear memories was when I was two years old. My
grandfather had been baby-sitting me fairly regularly every weekend while my
parents got some time to themselves. My mother had me when she was only
16 and my father was 18. My grandfather had a few extra dollars which he
frequently gave to my parents and offered to take care of me while they had
some time to still enjoy their youth. I would think very well of him today for that
reason, if it weren't for everything else.
I remember he always used to give me extra long baths, which didn't really
bother me. I enjoyed it at the time, being in the warm water. He had such big
hands that would cover half my body when he put them around my stomach
and lifted me. We'd play little games as he bathed me sometimes, usually
which just consisted of picking me up and making faces and putting me back
down. I didn't do a whole lot since I was so young.
One night after a particularly long session he dried me off and then laid out a
towel on the floor. He laid me down on the floor with my stomach facing down.
He then took his big hand and started feeling all over my ass. After a few
seconds of this he grabbed and squeezed it, and it hurt a little bit. He kept
doing this--rubbing his hand over my skin and squeezing, sometimes touching
my legs also. I had no idea why he was doing it, but I figured there was a
reason. This became a regular occurrence with him after my baths.
A few months after this all started--I think I was three years old by that time--he
went even farther. As I was lying there on my stomach he slipped one of his
fingers under my ass and started touching my baby vagina. It felt a little slimey
when he did it, so I guess he put his finger in his mouth before he did it. He
just moved his finger around my little hole and pushed it inside just a bit.
I didn't think much of it at the time, since it didn't hurt or anything. It just added
another level of mystery to these things he was doing to me.
Once again, it continued no farther than this for a long time. He only baby-sat
for me a couple times a month, so I guess it took him a while to decide he
needed to try new things. When I was 4--it was just a couple months before my
mother died--he really started progressing. He had started touching me while I
was lying on my back. I had grown much larger, so he would spread my legs
wide and concentrate on my vagina. He would touch it with his fingers and lick
it sometimes. I had long since started talking, but he never asked me what I
thought of the things he did to me. He had never said a word or made a sound
when he touched me as he did. I also kept quiet.
Then on this one particular occasion he took off his pants and pulled out his
cock. At that point I had never seen a penis, not even my father's. Even after
all the attention from my grandfather I still didn't wonder much about what was
between my legs other than knowing it was how I went to the bathroom. I
guess I just assumed that everyone was the same in that area. I never even
thought to wonder about other people. You know how you are at that age when
you think the world revolves around you. So anyway, this was a little unusual
for me to be seeing.
His cock was rock hard (it was a little odd for me later on in life--my first
impression of a penis being when it was sticking straight out, seven inches
long). He positioned himself over me and started rubbing it all around the area
between my legs--running the length of it the outside of my vagina. For the first
time since he started talking to me he made little grunts which I would later
identify as perverse sexual pleasure.
He then sat down next to me and put his hand behind me onto my back, lifting
forward as if to indicate I should sit up. I took a position on my knees putting
the weight on the back of my legs, still naked from my bath. He also sat there
on his knees in a very similar position, but upright in an L position right in front
of me. Because of the difference in size, my head was almost level with his big
penis. I looked straight at it knowing that whatever was happening next would
probably involve it--and I had also learned after years of these after-bath
sessions that looking up at his face wouldn't reveal much. If there was one
time my grandfather seemed void of emotion, it was when he was molesting
me.
Sure enough, his cock was involved. He took the base of his penis in one
hand and the base of my head in the other. He soon started rubbing it all over
my face and my forehead.
Then he uttered the first words he ever said during one of these sessions:
"Stick out your tongue Marie."
I did, just like I was at the doctor's. He started to rub his penis on it like he did
down between my legs. I soon noticed that it was more relaxing if, instead of
sticking my tongue out like I was making a face, that I relax and open my
mouth a little and let it hang out. Soon he was also rubbing on my wet lips.
Looking back I am surprised he didn't try to force the head of his penis into my
little mouth, but I guess he didn't want to take it that far. Somehow I guess he
thought if he didn't molest me by getting rough and forcing things on me, it
wouldn't hurt me as much. He was right, but only in physical terms.
Soon he pulled back from my face and the hand that was on the base of his
cock started pumping it up and down. All at once he let out a loud grunt and
pulled my face close to his cock as he started squirting his sperm all over. He
shot it on my cheek and then on my upper lip, and it was soon drooling down
to my chin. As the last few shots pumped out he looked down and pumped his
cock a few last times, wiping the last couple drops on my lips. I was not only
confused but bothered. This felt disgusting, like someone had spit on my face
or something.
I was hoping he'd do something to wipe it off, since I didn't dare make a move
until he did. As a matter of fact, for the first time with him, I was genuinely
scared. He did do something to wipe it off, but not quite what I had in mind. He
took his finger and collected the few drops around my lips, then stuck his
finger into my mouth, which was still relaxed slightly, though I had since taken
my tongue back inside. He wiped the warm semen on my tongue, then pushed
up on my chin with his other hand as if to indicate I was supposed to eat it. I
looked up at him with my scared eyes and saw his usual blank expression. I
braced myself and swallowed the strange bodily fluid. I had no idea why he
was doing this to me, and my fear continued.
I sat there for the next few minutes as he took the sperm off my face in little
globs and put it in my mouth for me to eat. When it was all off, he took a wet
washcloth and wiped my face clean. Though I felt for the first time like
something truly wrong had been done to me, the feeling had passed by this
point.
Just before he dressed me and let me go, he put his hand between my legs
one last time and pushed rather hard on my tiny vagina with his finger--harder
than he had done before. When he did this he looked me straight in the eye
with a slight expression of what looked like anger on his face. I wondered if I
had done something wrong. Not until years later did I realize that he was
simply getting off--in a very dirty way--on the fear that he was making me feel.
After that incident he only baby-sat for me two more times, and they were
generally quite similar. The one exception was the very last time. We went
through the same bath routine where he fed me his semen slowly, and he
dressed me and let me go. Then an hour later when it was my bedtime he took
me up to my bed and masturbated in front of me as I sat on my bed--him
standing beside my bed and me sitting up--afraid to lie down before he pulled
back the covers for me--his cock a few inches from my head being pumped--
expecting me to watch. After a couple minutes he said without emotion "Open
up Marie, wide." I didn't want to think what would happen if I didn't. I opened
wide, thinking I knew what was coming, as he did what I expected and pushed
forward, the head of his cock brushing my lips as he shot his semen directly
into my mouth. As the first shots came he put his hand on my head and
pushed it toward his penis, increasing the pressure against my lips.
I knew my role in all this, and I swallowed as soon as the sperm stopped
coming. He continued to pump his shaft, as a few remaining drops formed on
the top. He pushed it out toward my closed mouth and didn't say a word,
wondering if I would get the hint. After a few seconds I did what came most
naturally-- what I thought he would be expecting--and I opened my mouth,
wrapped my lips around the warm semen, and pulled it into my mouth. I
sucked the drop off as if sucking from the end of a thick human lollypop
wondering to myself what all this was about and if I would find out what it
meant before he stopped.
Well, that question was answered when my mother died two weeks later. At
that point everything changed. My grandfather never came by because my
father never went out anymore. Arrangements had been made for me to spend
the day at a neighbor's who had another kid my age while my father continued
to work. At night he would feed me and give me a bath and go to bed while he
spent his time drinking or watching TV. He drank a lot during that period, and
didn't talk to me much at all. It was a bit lonely for me being a young kid and
still not fully understanding what happened to my mother.
Only one sexual thing happened during this period of my life, and it was
fortunately not about me being used. In fact, it was something I started. With
my grandfather never using me anymore, I began to get curious about the
things he did to me. The kid I got stuck with during the day was a boy--named
Mike--who I got along with all right. One summer we were playing on the floor
and his mother was off in the other room baking a cake or something.
We had been sitting there playing with a checkerboard--as if we knew how to
play (ha!). He said he was going to go to the bathroom and said told me not to
cheat at the game while he was out of the room.
I followed close behind him, saying that if he didn't trust me I'd go with him. I
had since figured out-- though I don't recall from where--that the man's penis
was the way they went to the bathroom just like I did with what was between
my legs. I figured if I followed Mike I could get a look at what his penis was
like. He didn't seem bothered by my following him, and didn't seem to think
anything was too odd as I walked behind him into the bathroom. He hesitated
slightly before he pulled down his shorts and pulled out his cock, but I made it
look like I wasn't really watching what was going on. He aimed and went about
his business.
Of course, as soon as he was looking down at his aim I was staring right at it.
It was the strangest thing in contrast to my grandfather's. It was so small and
limp that I thought it was actually a completely different thing. Knowing he
wasn't watching me I walked up closer to him. As I was approaching he looked
to me and saw me nearby, realizing something odd was going on. Learning
from how my grandfather just did things without a word, I reached out and
touched his penis. From seeing how my grandfather handled his, I knew it
could stand some touching without being hurt.
He said something like "Cut it out, that tickles!" but I was 5 and he was only 4,
so I was a bit bigger than him and he didn't try to hit me or anything. Seeing
that he had a shaft like my grandfather, though it was much smaller, I put my
hand around it and squeezed gently. It actually got a little harder as I did this.
All at once, all the deeds of my grandfather came rushing back to me. Though
many of them were now cloudy memories I had packed away, I remembered it
all. Something about those memories made me feel like touching someone
else would help me understand and would help make things right. I leaned
over and angled the floppy cock up at my face.
Going on what I knew I took the head into my wet little mouth and swished it
around a little bit. That was all it took to satisfy my curiosity. When I stood back
up, he didn't look particularly surprised, though a little puzzled. He certainly
didn't know what was going on, and I can't say I did either. It was the only time
I ever fooled with his dick.
For the next few years I led as much of a kid's life as I could. My father wasn't
much of a parent. Each morning he dropped me off at school, I was expected
to stay at friends' houses until 5:00 PM when he got out of work. Then he'd
take me home and we'd have dinner. I could watch TV or do whatever I
wanted until about 8:00 PM, at which time I was expected to go to my room
and read or go to bed or do whatever I wanted. He didn't care what I did after
that point. All that mattered was I got up the next morning for school.
Believe it or not, even though I didn't have much positive reinforcement, I took
well to this and led an independent lifestyle and was a pretty good kid.
Then when I was about 8 years old my father started drinking way more than
he used to. Almost every night after I went to my room he'd go into a drunken
fit and would sometimes throw stuff around and curse and yell. I never came
out of my room after 8:00 PM anyway, but I knew that during these times I was
ESPECIALLY not supposed to come out of my room.
As I got more worried about why my father was so angry, I started listening to
what he was saying. To sum it up, he spent a lot of time getting angry about
the fact that he married my mother and got her pregnant. I remember vividly
that first night, one of the first things I heard him say clearly was "god damnit
this is what you get when you fuck a spic whore!" I had heard the term "spic"
before and even though my father was white I didn't see him as being a racist.
With a little help from my dictionary I found "whore" wasn't a very nice word
either. I began to feel very scared and confused about my own life and what
future there could be for me if my father didn't like me.
That same night I had started listening so closely and started feeling so scared
I got to feel his anger close up. While sitting there thinking to myself how glad I
was I didn't have to be out there with him all angry like that, I remembered
something I shouldn't have forgotten. We were having a field trip at school the
following day and I was supposed to get a permission slip signed. Normally I
was very good about remembering to take care of that kind of thing before I
went off to my room for the night, but this one time I had forgotten.
I knew I had to go out there and get it taken care of, but I had no idea when
would be a safe time. I sat and waited for him to quiet down.
After a while things got silent. I made sure that they were silent for a good 10
minutes before I dared step out. I slowly opened the door and looked to see
the back of my father's head. He was sitting on the couch very still. He didn't
hear me until I spoke.
"Dad?", I asked, just louder than a whisper.
"What the hell are you doing out of your room, Marie?!" he said with anger in
his voice as he turned toward me. His face was red and it looked like he was
sweating. I'd get used to seeing that as his face when he was drunk and angry.
My voice was very quiet and scared. I certainly didn't want to be there any
more than he wanted me to be.
"I... have this permission slip... I need to get it signed... sorr--" and before I
could finish trying to apologize for making his life difficult he grabbed my arm
and yanked it hard. I almost fell over, but I don't think he even noticed much at
all.
"Goddamnit! I wish you'd remember this kind of thing earlier at night." He
ripped the paper out of my hand and stood up. He stumbled over to the table,
grabbed a pen (knocking over the container full of pens that was on the table),
and stumbled back to me. He thrust his hand out toward me with the paper,
hitting me firmly just below the ribs.
"Now get back to your room! Now!" I turned and scurried back into my room,
closing the door behind me as fast as I could. I remember feeling very scared
as I sat shaking on the bed, feeling like a prisoner in my home. The language
he used made me feel terrible. He had never used obscenities around me. He
had never hurt me physically before either, and the place where he yanked my
arm was already turning red and starting to hurt like hell. I had no idea what to
do.
I wasn't left wondering like this for many nights, because within a week he was
making his anger more and more apparent. Normally when it was time for me
to go to my room I'd just go off by myself without having to be asked. Now,
about 10 minutes before I was supposed to go, he'd say something like "What
the fuck are you still doing out here? Get to your room goddamnit!".
These varied as the nights progressed. I think the worst it got was "You're
always in the way you stupid spic whore! Get to your fucking room already!".
Not only that, but he began hurting me too. Soon after he started yelling at me
like that, he wasn't content with just damaging me with words. He wanted to
send me off with physical force. If I was sitting on the couch he'd give my arm
a hard yank and pull me up. Sometimes after I was standing, he'd push me at
the wall as he yelled, very hard. One time I hit my head on a window frame
during an episode like this and there was a cut on the side of my face that
began to bleed. All he said was "Goddamnit if you just did as you were told
that never woulda happened! Now clean that up before I really give you
something to cry about!". I think that hurt most of all. I always did what I was
told. I was the best kid I knew how to be.
So naturally I was crying all the time now. At night I'd lie awake while he was
out there, frightened out of my mind. Then after he went to sleep I'd feel a
sense of relief that he was quiet and wasn't hating me anymore, and I'd sit
there and cry for about half an hour until I was able to fall asleep. My ninth
birthday came and went and everything stayed like this.
I think it's worth saying at this point that I was never a stupid kid. I knew what
was going on. I knew that this was called "child abuse". I also knew that if I
reported my father the best I could hope for was getting stuck with another
family. In actuality, though, I knew that in my area it was very hard to find
families to place child abuse victims with, since there were so many kids. At
least my father gave me a home and food to eat and a way to go to school.
Somehow I felt that if I just continued being the best I could things would
eventually get better.
And I was wrong. One night at about 10:30 I was lying in bed waiting for my
father to go to sleep. I could hear him in the bathroom brushing his teeth,
knowing that the time was near. Instead of going to his room he came to my
room and opened my door without knocking. This was something he never
did. He just opened it right up and stomped right in. I could tell from his
footsteps he was angry and drunk. I hadn't done a thing wrong. It didn't matter.
"You know Marie... I've been thinking..." he was talking slightly through his
teeth, his face in an evil scowl, like he'd been plotting this release of anger for
hours. "Your mother and I, we never hit you... never spanked you. I think we
made a mistake. I've had enough of your mouthing off lately, and I think there's
only one way to put a stop to it."
I could feel my eyes widen in fear. He walked to my bed as he said these last
few words. I had the covers pulled all the way up to my neck through some
kind of subconscious protection mechanism. It didn't matter. He took his big
right hand and grabbed the covers, yanking them hard so they flew off the bed
and onto the floor. With his other hand he grabbed my hair, which was
medium length, so this hurt like hell. He yanked my head and furthermore my
whole body to an upright position like this, and all I could do was try to gain my
composure and move along with his yanks.
MARIE PART TWO
I was sitting up for no more than a second. He sat down right next to me and
pulled my body face-down across his legs. He yanked my nightgown up and
exposed my ass and pulled my panties down (I was amazed he didn't rip
anything). Without words or delay he started laying into me with full force. With
each whack he let out a firm grunt, showing he was putting all his energy and
effort into inflicting pain. This truly hurt like hell, for not only was he spanking
me harder than most parents would ever spank their kids, I had never been
spanked AT ALL. Being just a few years from young adulthood, it also felt like
a very demeaning experience. I felt shame, horror, and above all--pain.
To be quite honest, I have trouble remembering some of that first incident. He
must have gone on for several minutes, but I really can't say I kept track of the
time. My memory finally picks up toward the end when I was crying my eyes
out, howling like a wounded animal. All of a sudden everything in my mind
caved in and I started screaming wildly. Realizing we had neighbors he
immediately put his hand over my mouth.
I still couldn't stop screaming. Again and again the whacks came and I kept
screaming. He had trouble keeping his hand firmly on my mouth because I
kept moving with his spanks and my freely flowing tears made my face wet
and slippery. After about a minute in this hysteria he indicated he'd heard
enough and spoke for the first time since he started.
"Stop screaming you little whore!"--Two spanks later--"I'll give you something
to scream about you fuck!". On his next and final spank, after he brought his
hand down he pressed firmly on my ass, as if to secure my midsection. Then
he took his other hand, extended his middle finger as if in a rude gesture (and
my father had big hands, long thick fingers), slipped his hand between my legs
and under, and thrust the full length of his finger right into my virgin cunt.
My reaction to this was not to scream. It was more like being stabbed. My
mouth opened wide and I tried to breathe but found I couldn't. Every muscle in
my body tensed up and I could feel my face distort into a pained expression. I
could hear my father grunting as he exerted force on the inside of my cunt--the
finger all the way inside--pushing the limits of my underdeveloped sexual
organs. Looking for more ways to inflict pain, he angled his finger so it pushed
toward my abdomen, where women speak of a "g-spot" (though I assure you,
on a 9 year old it just hurts like hell). After exerting pressure like this for a few
seconds, he pulled his finger back out and shoved it in and out three times.
Finally he stopped his assault on my prepubescent cunt. Taking his hand from
my ass, he grabbed my hair once more and pulled me up off his legs. This
time I had no strength to try and move along with his yanks--I was at his
mercy. He flipped me back onto the bed on my back. He looked down at my
tear stained face and held out the hand he violated me with, his middle finger
and knuckle painted with my virgin blood. Making one final scowl he reached
down and slapped my limp face, not very hard but enough to leave a red mark
from the impact and a stain of my own blood. He quietly mumbled "that'll teach
you" and stumbled out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I couldn't move. He didn't even have the decency to pull my nightgown down
back over my body or pull the covers over me. I sat there shaking, covered in
my own tears and sweat, sobbing lightly. I must admit that, as much as it hurt
in a scary way because it was internal, his brief assault on my cunt was not
nearly as painful as his harsh spanking. At that moment my ass cheeks
burned with a pain worse than any other I had ever experienced. I felt that pain
very strongly for a solid week. As for the pain in my vaginal walls, it throbbed
and I felt slightly nervous because of the blood. But something told me that my
father wouldn't do something that would kill me. I had heard that women bleed
through their vaginas under certain circumstances.
After about half an hour I got up the courage to move around a little. I looked
down at my lewdly exposed crotch, where the blood was now drying on the
smooth skin around my cunt. I tried to sit up but the pressure it put on my ass
was too much and I laid back down on my back. I thought about how he
violated my virgin body. I remembered feeling his finger inside, pushing up
toward my abdomen. Though my finger wasn't anywhere close in size, I put my
hand down to my cunt lips and slipped a finger inside. I exerted a slight
amount up to where he had pushed, and I felt the pain throb sharply. I
withdrew my hand immediately and pulled down my nightgown.
I felt dirty and hurt all over. I thought that a shower or maybe a bath would do
me well. I knew I lacked the strength to do either. I managed to fall asleep
soon out of sheer exhaustion.
For the next week my father didn't spank me, which was a good thing because
my ass was far too sore. He still kept up his routine abuse--yelling at me and
yanking or pushing me around when he thought I was in the way or not doing
as I was told (though it was almost always just him claiming I had been told to
do something he hadn't told me to do). I was in a reasonable amount of pain,
but when I was around him I made it seem like there was nothing wrong. It
took a lot of effort, but it was worth it. Somehow I knew that complaining would
give me another session that much quicker. That first morning after was sure
hard though.
My vagina actually felt a lot better in just a couple days. I had actually started
touching myself a little bit down there just to see what it was all about. I quite
honestly hadn't touched myself at all before my father did, probably somehow
linked to memories of my grandfather. I didn't do anything particularly sexual--I
didn't rub myself to orgasm or anything. Mostly I just touched and felt what it
was like.
Three nights after my big spanking was the first night it felt completely back to
normal.
I was lying in bed having a little trouble sleeping (as I had every night since,
with my ass still in pain) and got up, thinking of something to do to kill a little
time. I flicked on the light and saw myself in the mirror.
It was a rather long mirror--not full length, but if I stood in front I could see
myself from my head to my knees. For some reason the thing to do seemed to
be to take off my nightgown. I stood there in the dim light, completely naked,
looking at myself for a couple minutes. My body seemed like a very strange
thing to me. My grandfather touched me and made me touch his. My father
had now touched me, though he seemed more interested in hurting me than
anything else.
I touched my cunt lips lightly and felt no pain. I took one of my small fingers,
tiny in relation to my father's huge ones, and put it inside, my mind replaying
the painful memory--though I felt no pain now. I closed my eyes and
remembered that night, wondering why my father had suddenly come to hate
me as he did.
As I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my blue hairbrush on the
dresser. The handle was long and round--in fact, about the size of my father's
long finger.
I picked it up and eyed it. I adjusted my light a little so I could see my crotch.
With one hand I spread my young cunt lips while I moved the end of the
handle to the opening. Gently I began to push inward. As I pushed lightly, I
realized it wasn't a very wide opening, and my father's quick assault on the
narrow hole must have been related to what caused the blood. I kept pushing,
something in my mind wanting me to relive the feeling. There was a point of
great resistance, but knowing it would give as it did when my father did it, I
pushed a little harder and soon it was in all the way. I pulled my hands away
and saw only the bristles pointing lewdly out of my hairless pussy.
After watching for a few seconds, I remembered the push he gave me inside. I
put a hand on the bristles and pushed down lightly, feeling the pressure
oriented toward my abdomen. It wasn't bad--a little discomfort--but nothing
bad. Trying to go more for how it was with my father, I put the brush back to its
resting state and pushed it a little harder and quicker. A little gasp escaped my
lips as I felt it pushing. Yes--a little discomfort, but nothing that awful. Certainly
a hell of a lot better than getting spanked in the ass several dozen times.
This was the most experimentation I did that week. Then, on the night a week
after the first incident, I heard the sounds of my father yelling in a drunken
state from the other room. With my ass almost completely back to normal, I
feared more than anything else that he was going to give me another royal
whooping. I started shaking in my bed, wishing silently to be left alone.
Sure enough, he barged in, looking just as angry as he did last time. He had
the face of the villain in a horror movie. "I thought maybe you'd learned your
lesson last week," he began. "Fuckin' ungrateful bitch."
An enormous amount of fear overtook me. The pain from the last week all
came back to me and I began to panic. I sat up in my bed and pulled off the
covers instantly hoping it would keep him from yanking me around by my hair.
He sat down where he did last week and put his forearm behind my neck,
knocking me down across the tops of his legs. Feeling him pull up my
nightgown the tears began to well in my eyes. Though I knew I could live
through it physically, I felt like I would die if I had to endure the torture again.
"Stop dad! Please stop!" I yelled. He put his hand over my mouth and started
spanking me.
The pain was unbelievable. In the first two full power whacks it felt like all the
healing from the previous week was gone. I couldn't bear it. His grip on my
mouth came loose and I said the first thing that came to my mind.
"I'll do anything! Please! No more--" he put his hand over my mouth tighter and
whacked me again. Then he stopped. He maintained his hold over my mouth--
tears rolling down my cheeks onto his hands.
"What do you mean anything? What the fuck are you talking about?" He made
it sound like this was going to be a brief intermission before he went back to
smacking me that much harder. He loosened his grip on my mouth. I had to
think fast.
"I--I--Well, last week..." I remembered the incident with the hairbrush. How bad
could it be? "After you spanked me--your finger. It wasn't so bad. I mean--you
could--if you have to. Just don't spank me anymore. Don't hurt me like this.
Anything else."
He let out what sounded like a low drunken chuckle. I couldn't see his face--I
had no idea what he was thinking at that moment. He then picked me up from
across his legs--not by the hair, not roughly at all. He just gripped me firmly by
the shoulders, and laid me down on my back in my bed. Could it be? Could it
be that he just simply understood that he shouldn't be hurting me and he was
going to leave me alone now?
He only had to speak to answer my question. "I can't believe it." He sounded
so drunk. "I can't FUCKING believe it." He still sounded angry--something
wasn't right. "You fucking spic whores. I can't fucking believe it. You know
what you're saying?" Well gee--maybe I didn't.
He reached out to my face and stroked my cheek gently for only a second,
wiping away one of my tears. Then I realized his comforting was fake.
"Anything, hmm? Aww..." He pulled his hand back and gave me a good solid
smack, certainly harder than the one he left me with last week. "Whore. The
finger wasn't so bad, HMM? You fuckin' want it, HMM? Didn't think I'd hear this
shit from my own fuckin' daughter... but what'ya expect with a goddamn spic
whore..."
He reached down to my exposed bare genitals, still out in the open from when
he ripped down my nightgown. He stroked my cuntlips up and down, as gently
as he could in his drunken state.
I had no idea how to react to his alternation between soft tender contact and
sharp physical pain. After spending half a minute or so on the outer portion he
inserted the tip of his index finger into my cunny and felt around slightly. He
wasn't penetrating me much at all, and the fact that it was someone else's
warm hand made it feel very different from when I touched myself. I would
almost say it felt nice at the time, in contrast to the sharp spanking I was still
getting over. It certainly wasn't causing me any discomfort.
After feeling around inside just a bit, he reached over to my dresser and pulled
a bottle of hand lotion I kept there. Thinking he was going to just touch me
gently all over with it was made me feel nice--but he didn't intend to do that.
Instead he lewdly took gobs of the cream and spread it around my cunt lips,
and then inserted gob after job into my cunt, shoving it in with his index finger.
My insides felt cold and slimy. I didn't say a word about what was happening
though. I said "anything", and I meant it. Anything to keep me from that
spanking.
That was my thought, until I saw what he did next. He got up from the bed
briefly and unzipped his pants. Pulling down his drawers and his underwear all
at once, he set free his big solid penis. I hadn't seen one hard like that since
the days with my grandfather--and the memories came rushing back. It
actually looked about the same size as my grandfather's--I'd say a little over 6
inches--with one big difference: my father's penis was THICK. I remembered
my grandfather putting the head of his penis up to my mouth. Even now that I
was much older, I figured I could barely fit that thing in my mouth if I had to.
He then took gobs of the lotion and started spreading them on his penis. It was
so rock hard and red it looked almost menacing. The fact that he kept looking
right at my face and grinning while he smeared the lotion wasn't helping me
feel any more relaxed. I think I knew what was coming, but I didn't wanna
believe it could really be what he had in mind. Sure I could fit the handle from
a hairbrush part of the way up into me, but his big penis, no way.
He seemed to think differently. Looking back as I write this, I don't remember
my father for anything good anymore--but I do think, if he weren't drunk, and
full of rage, and apparently horny, he wouldn't have done what he did that
night. If only my father knew how to "sleep off" his alcohol.
So he took his position over me, that stiff red penis hanging below his long
body, pointing toward my abdomen menacingly. With his arms holding him up
to my sides--his face to mine--he smiled his evil drunk smile and laughed.
"Anything but the spanking, my dear. Your wish is granted." He kissed me on
the nose mockingly. "If you thought the finger was good... but hey, you're the
spic whore here. I'll let you find out for yourself."
He pushed himself up from his position and parted my legs. Sitting on his
knees in front of me, he pulled my legs up into the air and spread them WIDE
apart, holding my ankles, one in either hand. I looked down at my sopping
cunt, lewdly exposed--feeling my pelvis stretching as he pulled my legs farther
apart than they wanted to be pulled. Putting my legs to rest on the bed, he
shifted himself forward and took the base of his slick cock with his left hand. I
looked down as he positioned his cock in front of my spread crotch--his eyes
focused on the same spot. I gasped in fear as I observed how thick his cock
was when held before my underdeveloped genitals. I felt the head make
contact with my outer pussy lips.
"It's just a big finger--just a big hairbrush handle--" I said to myself in my head
as I closed my eyes. I could feel the shaking come again--the fear. He paused
for just a second, then pushed in--at least an inch. Still no resistance inside
yet, though I could feel the pressure starting to build as he stretched my cunt
lips beyond their normal capacity. He paused for a couple more seconds, then
really pushed hard, not caring one bit for how it would hurt me. He grunted to
himself loudly, like I wasn't even there--"Ahhgghh"--as he pushed down, hard.
The pain came over me like a wave. All of a sudden I was in hell. It was
sharper and deeper than any spanking that burned my ass for a week. It was
inside like a knife slicing up skin that had never been exposed to the air. I felt
him withdraw, as he "ooo"ed to himself, feeling the suction which I could hear
as he pulled his cock out slowly.
With only the head inside as it was before the big push, I opened my eyes and
looked down to the connection, knowing it was coming again--wanting to see
myself get tortured--like when you can't help but watch the needle go into your
arm at the doctor's office.
Four or five inches of his red slimy cock was between my body and his. I
glanced up at his face--his eyes were clamped shut and his face as red as his
loins.
Another tough grunt and I felt my chest go limp with fear as the pain struck
through my abdomen--me watching him put almost his entire cock into my
underdeveloped body.
I'm not going to go much further into the thrust-after-thrust of this first sexual
assault. All I can say is, it went on, pump by pump. Within a dozen strokes he
had pounded my insides hard enough that he was able to fit his entire cock in
me and was thrusting deeply. I remember how it started to feel even slicker,
and I looked down and saw blood was once again decorating my cunt, and I
don't think he noticed, or would have cared if he did notice.
One more thing worth mentioning is the unfortunate tendency of my father to
last longer when he is drunk. This first time he pumped me for a good ten
minutes, which, I know is nothing compared to what men can do when they are
out to please their mate. But when you're just out to fuck--punish, fuck, rape--I
wouldn't expect it to take ten minutes.
So as his 10 minutes of pumping was finishing up, and I was starting to feel
slightly like I was going to pass out from the pain and humiliation, he let out a
really hard grunt and was having an orgasm. I don't know if it was just to add to
my humiliation or because he wanted to see it or what--but he blew most of his
seed--perhaps all of it--outside of my cunt. He positioned his cock over my
abdomen and pumped himself as the sperm shot out all over my stomach and
dripping down to my cunt lips. He slapped his cock head in the mess a few
times, shaking some of the blood off his member.
I think he almost came back to the reality of what he'd done when he saw the
blood, but his regret didn't last long if there was any. He certainly calmed down
though, and didn't seem particularly angry. He sat there, his cock growing soft-
-hanging wet and limp over my body--sloppy with his sperm, the blood, and the
excess lotion--panting for a minute or two and looking down at the mess, not
looking at my face. Somehow I felt he wasn't going to hurt me physically. But
after he got up his strength he still managed to hurt me emotionally, and said
the one thing that will surely stick with me until the day I die.
"I'm sorry it had to be like this. You heard what I said though. Besides, in a way
it's not so bad I had to do that to you--you'll have to get used to it. The way you
are, all your life--it's all you're gonna be good for."
He got up from the bed, leaving me once again lewdly exposed, covered in
slime, too weak to move. My father went off to bed. I made no attempt to
move. I sat in my pain and my shame--knowing any trace of innocence in me
was gone--knowing I could never be clean again.
MARIE PART THREE
This began what had to truly be the lowest era in my life. In time I have come
accustomed to my only purpose on earth being to be used for sex--but during
that period of adjustment when I learned to accept it--I felt very confused and
depressed. Many times I wondered to myself if I should turn my father in, but I
thought back to the foster home concept, and how it could very likely turn out
just as bad or worse. Besides which, I'd be in for years of counseling, people
teaching me to "cope" with what had happened to me. I didn't want that. I just
wanted it to stop, but I didn't know how. There was no easy way to undo this
and go back to the way things were before.
So the sex became a semi-regular occurrence--a couple nights a week. He
didn't bother to talk much about it anymore, he would just come into my room
and take it. It got less brutal with time, when he saw I wouldn't resist and he
could just get his rocks off and leave. In fact, as he got less brutal I worried
less and less about it. It didn't hurt nearly as much, though it still was very
uncomfortable for a girl my size. At least he didn't expect me to DO anything
but lie there and get abused.
Though that was only the pattern for the first couple weeks. One night about
an hour before dinner, my father came to where I was at the couch and stood
before me. He was completely sober, so I guess this was a milestone in our
relationship since I was previously able to pin his evil down to alcoholism.
However, I guess he realized he could now take advantage of me whenever
he felt the urge.
He blocked my view of the TV and looked down at me. "I think it's about time
you started sucking my cock, Marie." I looked up at him, a little frightened.
"You do know what that is, don't you?" I lowered my head and stared off into
space. Yes, I knew what it was. Over the years in my brief lessons about the
mechanics of sex I learned how a woman could take a man's cock in her
mouth and suck it. Yes, I knew that a woman was expected to take the load of
sperm in her mouth just as my grandfather did to me when I was practically a
baby. I nodded timidly and didn't make any attempt to look up at him.
"That's good. I guess you Spanish girls are born with the knowledge of how to
get a man off." He chuckled slightly. At least when he was sober he didn't call
me a "spic whore", but he still had a racist attitude and had no trouble
borrowing his abusive attitude over from events in my bedroom.
He unzipped his pants right in front of me and pulled out his floppy penis.
It wasn't rock hard yet but was most of the way there, and he waved it back
and forth, slapping it on his upper thighs--I could see the thick meat waving out
of the corner of my eye--knowing that it was gonna have to fit in my mouth one
way or another.
I figured I'd not put up a fight. I turned to his exposed organ, still not looking at
his face--though I was sure he was looking down at me--enjoying the sight of
my humiliation as usual. I took the floppy cock in my left hand and brought it
up to my mouth. Knowing how he got off by pumping inside my cunt, so I'd
probably have to pump him in my mouth to get him off (though I knew I'd never
be able to get as much in my mouth as I could in my cunt). I opened as wide
as I could and it just barely fit. I even had the forethought to make sure my
teeth wouldn't get in the way.
So with the knob fully in my little mouth I tried to take in as much as I could. I
think I fit in about three inches before it was pushing at the back of my throat
and I didn't want to push any more. Fortunately my father didn't complain. I
sucked in and made a slurping sound, hoping it would please him and get him
off so I could continue with my life. I pulled the wet thing out a couple inches
and back in--repeating--increasing the pace--getting a rhythm. This was no big
deal, though my mouth got tired quickly.
He seemed to enjoy it. "Owwwwh, you fuckin' know what you're doing. I hope
you know how to suck down some cream--it's coming Marie."
Sure enough, it didn't take much longer. I felt the end get even harder than I
thought it could get and it throbbed slightly--so I sensed that this was probably
a sign that his orgasm was coming. I pulled it out so only the head was in my
mouth, and my father started shooting into my little mouth and grunting to
himself as he got off. One thing I'll say for my father, he sure knew how to
serve up a big load. I didn't expect to like the taste, but I didn't expect to get
the option to spit it out. I slurped the whole serving off the end and gulped it
down, pulling his cock out and sitting back. I hadn't looked at his face the
whole time.
He pulled his now red organ back and slipped it into his pants--zipping up-- not
saying a word. He turned and walked back to the kitchen where he was
preparing dinner.
"You want beans or peas?" he asked, as if nothing had happened. Within a
few seconds I forgot about the salty taste in my mouth and was able to answer
him.
Apparently I had done just as he wanted, cause this became a VERY regular
occurrence.
Every night, like clockwork, he got off his aggressions in my mouth as a break
from preparing dinner. There wasn't any talk about it--he'd just walk over, unzip
his pants, and sometimes he'd say "feeding time" and chuckle to himself. In
time I got better at it--all in the name of getting him off quicker and getting it
over with. For my own benefit I learned how to take the semen right into the
back of my throat so I wouldn't even have to taste it.
And that was the pattern for about three years. It all got easier with time. As I
grew older and bigger both the fucking and the sucking became easier to take
on. Just before I turned 12 I actually started having orgasms sometimes when
my father would fuck me for more than a few minutes. They were a very
personal thing though, and I didn't moan or let on like I was getting any
pleasure from it--though my breathing got a little heavier--I tried to hide it all. I
really wouldn't say that even the orgasms represented "pleasure", it was just
me making the best out of a situation I couldn't get out of. Sex was such a
routine thing for me that I was able to reduce it into an act--something I hear
from psychology that women don't do by nature--that they enjoy sex because
they enjoy the person they're with--and I certainly didn't.
Shortly after I turned 11 my father did something that made the humiliation
even worse--he had his brother over to fuck me. I remember sitting in my room
and hearing another voice in the other room. I had never met my uncle. The
two just came barging into my room, and my father spoke a bit more than he
normally did these days.
"This is your uncle Pete. He'd like the idea of fucking your tight cunt. While he
does that you're gonna show him how you suck my dick."
I'm not going to go much into the details of that night--but let me say that it was
one of my lowest moments of that period of my life. Instead of just fucking me
as my father had been doing lately, they roughed me up a lot, and laughed
evilly as they did--even more evilly than when my father used to do it on his
own.
They kept fucking me and making me suck them, but they never came in me
and instead squirted all over my face and in my hair and on my stomach and
thighs. They each must have come three or four times over the period of an
hour before they gave up and my body was a sticky disgusting mess.
Then, like it was some kind of brotherly prank they closed the door and
propped a chair under the doorknob so I couldn't leave and I was forced to sit
in my room covered in their slime for hours and hours while they went out
drinking.
I heard them come home around 3am and remove the chair, but I had long
since passed out from exhaustion and all my crying. It wasn't until the following
morning that I was able to get up the energy to shower and face my father
again. It wasn't the only time my uncle came over to fuck me--I'd say he did me
about a dozen times--but it was never as bad as that again. It got more
"vanilla" with time.
One other thing happened to me later the same year--I got raped shortly after I
turned 12. I had started to grow tits and was getting a figure, and someone
decided they were going to sample it against my will. It was a student teacher
for the fall--Mr. Fernandez, a guy in his mid 20's. He looked to be a white/latino
mix like me, and he used to look at me a lot closer than he looked at any of the
other students. I even thought he was kinda cute in that way you can
sometimes have a crush on your teachers. I even thought about him a couple
times while my father was fucking me, so I guess the rape didn't bother me as
much for that reason.
Anyway, we were doing a unit on biology, and my school had a few
microscopes for use during the unit. I showed a little extra interest in the topic
and Mr. Fernandez agreed to stay late and be in the room while I worked.
Since I enjoyed working with a microscope and I kinda liked being with Mr.
Fernandez, I just stayed longer than I had intended and kept fooling with the
equipment. This didn't bother him at all--in fact, as soon as we were alone he
came over to me and told me I could stay as long as I wanted. He just sat at
the desk grading papers.
Grading papers--and looking up at me from time to time. It was one of those
hot early fall days and I was wearing a reasonably short skirt with no stockings.
I wasn't out to make myself look sexy or anything, it was just warm and was
what lots of girls were wearing at the time. Well I noticed that when I was
looking into the microscope he'd be looking at me for long periods of time, and
I began to feel a little uncomfortable.
One time I looked over at him really quickly and caught him looking at me
really wide-eyed and his mouth was open a little, like he was in a real state of
lust. As he snapped to attention he got up from the desk and walked over to
me, locking the room door as he came.
He didn't say a word, and neither did I. For some reason the idea of saying
"no" never crossed my mind, even though I didn't want him to do it. He
grabbed my arm and tugged to indicate I should get off the stool I was sitting
on. I stood up and he put his hands around my waist and moved me over
toward one of the desks in the room--my back was to him.
He put a hand around my neck and squeezed lightly as he pushed me down
so I was hunched over the desk. I put my arms out and held onto the desk--
knowing we were alone in the school by this time and to scream or resist
would only make things worse.
He hesitantly loosened his grip on my neck, wondering if I was going to resist.
When I didn't move but instead held tighter on the desk to support myself, he
sensed I was going to comply and he went about his business. He flipped up
my skirt to expose my ass and pulled my panties straight down to my ankles. I
heard him unzip his pants and drop them, and I felt his hard cock slap against
my thigh as it boinged free of his underwear.
He shoved a finger up my cunt and rolled it around for a few seconds, then
inserted his cock from behind. Making sure it would feel like a rape he came at
me with hard slapping thrusts, gripping me by the waist as he moved. It was
actually a new experience for me since my father had never done me from
behind. It felt different--that's about all I could say for it. I just gripped the desk
and waited until it was over. He grunted and shot his sperm deep into my
body. As long as I'm doing comparison, I might as well say neither his
thickness nor his load was as big as my father's.
He pulled my panties back up for me and pulled me up from the desk. I was a
little worn from getting raped essentially standing up--also a new one for me. I
don't remember what my face must have looked like then, but I'm sure I didn't
look happy. He gave me that usual line about "Don't tell anyone or I'll kill you".
I just nodded timidly. He even gave me a ride home from school that night.
I'm sure he didn't know, but he didn't need to feed me any line. I wasn't going
to tell anyone. At this point I had been fucked and used so much that his was
just another cock.
I didn't want him to use me all the time like my father did--but somehow I knew
he wasn't going to ever touch me again, and in time I found I was right. Mr.
Fernandez is just another brief episode on my sexual road.
So after that, things with my father continued as they were for a few more
months.
Then about halfway through the year my father started beating me again. I
don't know why exactly--I've never been able to formulate a logical guess. I
had gotten to the point where I knew what pleased him and gave it to him
whenever he asked for it. I can only think of a couple things. First, maybe he
was simply bored of me. Second, maybe because I was starting to look more
and more like a grown woman it wasn't interesting for him.
Maybe he only got off on the evil act of fucking his helpless daughter when I
looked so small and defenseless. I didn't have much time to think about this
since I was getting the shit beat out of me so often.
It was the spankings again--and it was worse. He whipped my back with a belt.
He punched me in the face sometimes. He once started pulling back one of
my fingers and threatened to break it unless I said I liked my beatings. He
fucked me less during this period, but sometimes after a good long beating
he'd throw my limp body down and rape me quickly and hard.
Becoming more of an adult, I started to think more seriously about how I could
get out of this. I didn't have many ideas, though I started to have fantasies
about killing my father and taking the money and going out on my own.
However, I knew a girl in my position had no hope. I couldn't live in the
apartment and go to school because the police would surely find out. I couldn't
live on my own hiding from the law, cause then I couldn't go to school. What
could I do for money then? I knew it'd be a sure road to a career as a
prostitute. I had to wait for a solution to come to me.
I got mildly suicidal also. Not like I was going to kill myself, but I started
tempting fate. I started walking home from school in a shady part of the
neighborhood where a lot of black guys roamed the street. People at school
said they were gang controlled areas. I thought that was bullshit, but if it was
true, I didn't care much if I got caught in the crossfire.
One day I was walking down the sidewalk in a part of a bad neighborhood, and
one of the black guys grinned at me as he walked by.
I was wearing one of my skirts (in fact, it might have been the same one I wore
the day I got raped). For some reason I decided to smile slightly back at him.
As soon as he was by me, I felt a hand grab at my shirt. He had gotten right
behind me and was in the process of pulling me into an alley. I looked around
and saw nobody else on the street.
"You fuckin' want it, honey?" he asked me. The guy had to be in his mid 20's,
and while I wasn't a racist person at all, I suddenly had an image in my mind of
getting raped by this big black guy and I was scared out of my mind. Unlike in
school, though, I had a little sense, and at least said "no"--quietly though, since
I knew if I was too loud he could always shoot me or stab me.
He laughed a little to himself and eyed the waist of my skirt, flipping the elastic
waistband as he gripped me tightly with his other arm. As he laughed I saw his
crooked teeth--an evil face if I ever saw one--an image that I'll remember
forever.
Then I heard a voice from the other end of the alley. I don't know if you've
spent any time around black gang members, but they have a language all their
own. I didn't quite understand what the voice said, but it was a male voice, and
I heard the word "her" in there somewhere. It must have translated to "let her
go", since, after some protest, the guy holding me did so. When he let me go I
looked in the direction of where the voice come, and there stood another black
male. He was several years younger, and he held a gun which was pointed
right in our direction. As soon as I turned toward him he pointed it toward the
ground and motioned me over toward him.
He yelled another something at the guy who had held me, and the guy walked
away yelling some obscenities back. I was alone at my end of the alley, and
my anonymous hero stood at the other end. I looked in that direction
wondering if I should go to him or just go on and be glad I was able to get out
unharmed. Suddenly the realization of what almost happened to me--getting
raped or killed--hit me and I ran over to the anonymous figure.
By the time I got there I was out of breath and slightly hysterical. Fortunately he
didn't just speak his gang language, he said something like "It's OK, you're all
right now, I won't hurt you" and he put his gun away and held up his hands as
if to show he was harmless. I stood there for a couple minutes just coming to
my senses, and he stood there with me. I finally got up the nerve to speak.
"Thank you for saving me. I don't know how to thank you."
He smiled, and had nice teeth, unlike the guy who was going to rape me.
"Sheeeeit," he began, "don't you know no white girl like you should be walkin'
'round here?"
I understood how dumb it was of me to come through that section of town--
suicidal or not. I nodded. I suddenly felt very vulnerable and didn't want to walk
the rest of the way alone. He was the only person who represented safety to
me, and I didn't want him to go away.
"My name's Marie. What's yours?" I tried to sound like I had already forgotten
about the near-rape.
"David Brown." He shrugged, as if to admit that he was a gang member. I
nodded, understanding his position, and accepting him for what he was since I
felt he was the only person I could trust.
He spoke again. "In case you wanna know, that guy was from another set.
He's always doin' shit 'round here. I showed up at the right time. I seen him do
a lot worse to a girl. I seen him rape girls and kill 'em. Motherfuckers don't
think it's enough to deal shit, they gotta be rapists and shit."
He walked and talked with me till we got right to the edge of my street and I
said I'd be all right the rest of the way. He seemed like a pretty well- educated
guy for a gang member, and he told me he managed to finish high school. He
was 22 years old now. He told me the name of his gang.
I actually thought about him several times in the next few days. I thought about
what he had done for me. I thought that he certainly was a nice guy. I knew
that he was dangerous. One night when my father was fucking me and I was
thinking to myself how I could get rid of my father, I thought to myself that it
would be great if I could get David to kill my father. At the time it was just a
soothing thought to help me get through yet another rape session, but for the
next few nights it made more and more sense to me. After about a week of
thinking about it obsessively, I decided to find David and ask him about it.
It took a couple days of walking through the bad part of town (though I made
sure I was wearing very drab clothing at the time, not to attract any more shady
characters) but I finally came across David again. He seemed happy to see
me, and started walking with me again. After some friendly conversation, I got
right to the point.
He seemed more into the idea than I could have imagined. He explained that
crime was his game, so whether it was something he had a personal stake in
or not, he was in the business to make money however it took. In fact, my
situation made it even easy for him since I could just let him right into my
house and he could do the job. Of course, he didn't want to do it for free--he
wanted half of any money or goods that we managed to take from the scene. I
agreed and arranged a time in a few days to meet him again and discuss
details. He left me at the end of my street again and I nervously said good-bye.
When my father came home from work that night and I said hello to him in an
almost happy tone, I felt a sudden pang of sadness to realize that my father
would be dead in a week or two if everything went as planned. He was the only
family I had, the only I had ever really known. There was even a time in my life
when I liked him quite a bit. I guess this kind of thinking is common among
kids that have been abused. Well, later that same night he spanked me and
then whipped me with a belt. He didn't fuck me, but instead left me in tears,
wishing more than ever for the day when he'd be out of my life.
MARIE PART FOUR
In the next couple days I thought more and more about what I could possibly
do with my life when my father was gone. I figured with the money I had I could
get a bus ticket to somewhere in the country where I could live in an
abandoned barn and steal food from apple orchards and such, buying food
only when I had to. This was the naive way I thought as a city girl. Something
in the back of my mind told me that this might not work, but I needed some
way to get myself through the act of killing my father.
The day soon came when I met with David to work out the details. When we
were done with that, he asked me if I had plans for after my father was gone.
"Nothing really. I'm still just 13, there's not much I can do. I was hoping to
maybe run away to the country."
"And do what?" he asked.
"I don't know. Whatever there is to do." I felt kinda lost in my own words.
"I dunno if you'd be interested, but I could get you a place to stay and you
could do some work and make good money. Up to you."
I think I understood where he was coming from. It was probably going to be
something illegal, most definitely related to his gang. But it was something to
do, and I knew I'd not have to go hungry. In a way, it was the only thing that
really made sense. I would already be a fugitive after planning my father's
murder. I told him I'd think it over.
We were approaching the end of my street again, and I felt a bit of sadness
realizing I'd be going home again to await my father's next beating. I began
clutching at the only straw I could find.
"Hey David, do you have a place where we could hang out for a while?" He
smiled and said "sure", and we turned around and walked a couple blocks
back in the other direction. Turning down a side street, we were soon in front
of a seedy apartment building. After climbing a couple of flights of stairs, we
were in his place, which was actually very nice considering what it looked like
outside.
I looked around at the expensive stereo and nice furniture he had, no doubt
bought with dirty money.
"You live here yourself?" I asked him. He nodded again. Looking around the
room I saw his unmade bed with messily distributed satin sheets on it. Satin
sheets were something I had only seen in magazines, and I had always
wondered what they were like, never having had them for myself.
"Wow! Satin sheets!" I certainly sounded like a child. I naively went over to
them and brushed my hand along the smooth surface and smiled broadly.
David chuckled lightly to himself. I turned around and looked at him, and he
grinned as if to indicate I could sit down if I wanted. I did and smiled even more
as I felt the smooth surface on my hands. David came over and sat down next
to me, though I wasn't looking at him. I was looking down at the shiny satin
and running my fingers along the surface, imagining what it would be like to
have something like that in my room at home.
He then took my hand in his and I looked up into his eyes. He looked quite
handsome and I felt something strange and new deep in my chest as I felt his
touch. The idea of someone showing me genuine affection of any kind had
become so foreign to me that it felt like being reborn.
"Ever since the firs' time I saw you, I thought you's about the prettiest white girl
I've ever seen. I know you're real young and stuff, but you still look real good."
He stopped speaking, and I felt it was time for me to say something
reassuring. This was all so new to me, but I didn't want to ruin the feeling I was
having.
"I like you too." That was all I could come up with. It still made him smile (he
had a very nice smile) and that made me feel even better.
Apparently that was all it took, because at that point he began kissing my neck
and feeling my ass. Before I knew it he was taking off my clothes. I remember
feeling very relaxed as I laid back on those incredible satin sheets and he
straddled my naked body and took of his shirt. I hardly knew this man, but I felt
strangely indebted to him for saving me from being raped and strangely
attracted him just because he felt attracted to me. He grinned again as he
looked down at my naked young body, then got off briefly to remove his pants.
He musta had about an 8 inch cock, and it looked new and innocent to me,
because it wasn't white like all the penises I associated with being violated
throughout my life.
He touched my vagina and felt how wet I was. Call it a defense mechanism,
but I had gotten very good at getting moist before a sexual encounter.
He grinned again and planted the head of his thick black cock at the entrance
to my body. Before I knew it he was on top of me pumping the full length of his
penis deep into my body. I was so used to violent, painful sex that I was not
ready for what I was experiencing. The thrusts of sex had never felt so
soothing and pleasing. I couldn't help getting deeply involved, and I began
moaning loudly and gyrating my hips with his rhythmic humping.
Within just a couple minutes I could feel myself having an orgasm. It was
nothing like the hesitant scared orgasms I had with my father, it brought
pleasure to my whole lower body and made me wanna squeeze David's cock
harder and make it feel more and more at home in my body. The whole world
of sex for pleasure was opening up to me, and I gripped his tense arms tightly
as I lost control and cried out in extreme pleasure.
He upped his pace and grunted loudly as well, driving me to several more
orgasms. The sex was so frantic that my mind felt buzzed over. I had no idea
how I could return to a world of conscious beatings and rapings when things
like this existed. Only one actual word stuck in my mind: "love". Maybe this is
love. My family never showed it to me, nobody at school ever did. This feels
great. Maybe this is it.
After a couple more minutes I felt his cock slip out of me and I opened my
eyes to see what was going on. I looked down to see him pumping his cock
with the first squirts of his sperm being shot out onto my body. He grunted as
he watched his cock blow streams of white sperm onto my stomach. Soon he
was done and we were both panting, as he pumped the last drop of semen out
of his cock, which rolled slowly down his finger.
Well, that was not the first time we had sex together. In the next week I had
sex with him three more times, and each time it felt better and better. My father
was too stupid to notice that I was getting served by someone other than him,
not like he'd care even if he did know.
And then the day came when we were finally going to get rid of my father. To
make a short story of it all, David agreed to take my suggestions on how to try
and get a little revenge on him. David hid in the closet for when my father
came home, and as soon as he entered the bedroom, David jumped out and
held him at gun point. Soon David tied his wrists to the bedposts and gagged
him. Then I came in.
Of course, my father was trying to ask what was going on through his gag, but
I didn't hear his words and didn't care to.
I then took on the job of stripping him out of his pants and tying down his legs,
though David had to help me a little with that. I started sucking my father and
sure enough he still had a hard-on even though his life was in danger and
there was a black man standing there watching. I sucked and took his cream
into my mouth, and then spat it right into his face being sure to get it in his
eyes and all over his face.
Then, though it wasn't in the original plan, I started pulling off David's pants
and sucking him off right there in the room. We were sure to make a lot of
noise and disturb my father one way or another. Soon I had a load of David's
cream in my mouth and I spat that onto my father as well.
"Gee dad, looks like David here blew more come than you. You call yourself a
man?" I then pulled out a knife and stabbed my father in the balls. Soon he
was writhing in pure agony and screaming out through his gag. After letting
him suffer like this for about five minutes David shot him twice through the
head and we were gone. We made of with almost $1,000 in cash, which we
split.
That was the beginning of my new life. I disappeared off the face of the earth. I
didn't show up at school again. The news had a field day wondering how my
father could be murdered and me disappear all at the same time. There was
much speculation and investigation that I was also murdered or that I may
have done it and run away. But they'd never find me. David had devised a
whole plan to do just as he said: Provide me with a place to stay and work,
with good money.
My new job was to be a live-in maid at this building they used, which I guess
could be called a "hideout". It operated as a crack house, as well as a place for
them to stay. A couple of them actually lived there all the time, but most of
them had permanent homes. It was a big house with lots of rooms, so there
was always extra space where a member would stay while in between
apartments (they moved fairly often) or where friends or out of town relations
would stay. There was always lots of activity going on and that at least kept my
life from getting boring, since I knew it would not be wise to let my face be
seen outside the building.
So I just spent my time out cleaning up and straightening up and spending the
rest of the time hanging out. They paid me $50 a week, which may not sound
like a lot, but it was plenty by my standards at the time and looking back it's not
so bad today either since I didn't have to pay taxes and all that nonsense. Of
course I couldn't spend any of it since I couldn't leave, but I stored it up and
figured it would come in handy someday.
Hanging out was cool. The guys would spend a lot of time hanging out playing
cards or dominos while drinking. Of course, their girlfriends were almost never
around during these sessions, but since it was sorta my job, I was usually in
charge of taking care of drinks and food and so forth, and soon I was allowed
to get in on the games. It was just another way to have fun while killing time,
but it really became like being one of the family. Even though they were all
black guys and even though they were all older, they treated me pretty nice
and I think they appreciated having me around both as a maid and as a
person. I didn't think any less of them because they were drug dealers I figured
the world was a fucked up place and it was every man for himself.
David came around frequently. He didn't participate in the games much, but he
did frequently sweep me off to a room for sex every couple days. Of course, he
had a black girlfriend who he was steady with and he told me he could never
leave her, but he still wanted to have sex with me. I had no problems with that,
and I got more and more into sex with him.
Soon I started relaxing more and more at the games and I took to drinking. I
had never actually tried it before and it seemed great to me. I had previously
been a little uptight around all the guys, but after a few drinks I was really
mellowed out and started joking around and didn't have a fear in me. Then I
started getting rip-roaring drunk, and got kinda flirty and kinda dangerous.
It became really common at the table for the guys to flirt with me. Then there
was this one night--I don't know what brought it about--maybe it was what I
was wearing--it was this black miniskirt and this really excellent gold blouse--
we were flirting along as usual and I was drunk off my ass. We were playing
poker, which I was never particularly good at but we paid for low stakes so I
only managed to lose a couple dollars a week out of my $50. I had been losing
consistently since I started drinking that night, and had called on at least 3
hands in a row which I had no business being in with terrible cards.
It had become a real running joke with Trey--one of the players--cause he was
the one I kept losing to. He was this really big and muscular guy that was
always at the games, and I have to admit I had found him attractive for quite a
while. I remember many times during sex with David I imagined what it would
be like to have Trey's muscular body over me. His face was a little scary to
look at--but I definitely wanted his body.
I was in one more hand, with a pair of kings, up against Trey who was raising
hard. It came around to the final bet and I looked down and found out I had ran
out of almost all the ten dollars I brought to the table with me.
Boy was I having a bad night! I didn't even have enough left to cover the final
bet.
"Aww fuck, I don't even have enough for the bet," I said.
"Sheeeit bitch!" said Trey, laughing loudly. "Don't you ever stop losing? We
oughta start making you pay with them clothes of yours, honey!" He shook his
head and laid out his cards, as if he didn't care if I could put up the money,
showing that he had beaten me yet again. I laid out my cards and looked at
him. I was feeling so horny and drunk, and I was kinda giggly but sheer
flirtiness was not feeling right for me tonight. I started taking off my top and all
the eyes at the table were on me as I grinned. Even though we all knew Trey
was joking and didn't actually expect me to get naked, we all were aware of
the sexual tension that had been building at the table as I flirted with them
night after night.
I think they found me very attractive. Yes, I was only 13, and I was barely
starting to develop. But I have my own theory that all men are secretly
pedophiles of one kind of another (except for those who are openly
pedophiles) and those who say they aren't just haven't seen the right stuff yet.
5 black guys gaped at my half-naked body. I'm sure the fact I was white made
this very dirty--the fact that I was young made it even dirtier. I wished I could
get fucked right there, but I knew that would be out of place considering that
Trey didn't even know that I really wanted him.
Of course I wasn't wearing any kind of bra, so my underdeveloped chest was
out for all to see. I then smiled and suggested we get back to the game, and I
played for a good half an hour like this and soon everyone was used to it--even
if the atmosphere was a little more steamy in there. Strangely, the flirting
completely disappeared as soon as I took off my top. Then, after this half an
hour, I was almost out of money again and found myself once again in a pot
with Trey. I lost again, and without a word I stood up and started wiggling my
way out of my skirt.
I must have looked like a little whore. I was so drunk at this point I can only
barely remember the action itself. I can only imagine what I looked like or what
the reaction was of everybody else. Well, I WAS wearing underwear, but that
was it at this point so not much had to be left up to the imagination of the
onlookers.
No sooner had I sat down with a deck of cards in my hand than someone
mentioned it was getting late and we should end the game.
I'm pretty sure they also realized that to continue the game with an almost
completely naked girl would be a bit too much tension for one evening, and I'm
sure they didn't want to know what would happen if I took off my panties soon.
Trey had definitely come out as the big winner, not only in money but with my
top and miniskirt neatly piled beside him. Everyone chuckled and looked
between him and me. Soon everyone had left the room but Trey and I. I
walked around dumping out ashtrays and wiping up, all in my panties as Trey
watched my every move. He was drunk off his ass too.
"You didn't have to do all that," he said. I didn't reply, I just laughed and
continued cleaning up. When I was done I turned around quickly and saw the
expression on his face. He was just tasting my body with his eyes and I wanted
him to be as naked as I was. I sat down at the table.
"Let's play one more hand," I said, and without a word began dealing cards to
him and myself. He shook his head, not knowing what I was up to. I actually
dealt myself a pair of aces (fine time for success, ha!). I threw them away on
the draw leaving myself with total junk and after the draw and had just a pair of
sixes. Trey showed his hand as a pair of queens, and I feigned
disappointment.
"My panties, Trey..." and I moaned like a slut. "My panties... are yours. Let's go
upstairs." And without a word we went to one of the nicer bedrooms upstairs.
As soon as we walked through the door he slipped out of his shirt and pants in
seconds, and I removed my little panties which were getting soaking wet up
front. He literally threw me onto the bed and starting eating my smooth pussy,
which is something I can tell you now that black men do not tend to do. I
remember him calling me a whore and a slut, and this turned me on a whole
lot.
Then he climbed on top of me and starting fucking me with his fat dick. He
was only about a 6 incher, but god was he thick. He filled me up almost as
much as my dad did, but it felt so good. The alcohol was doing wonders for
me. I thought I could go all night. I ran my hands over Trey's smooth muscles
and whispered to him how much I loved getting fucked by him.
We must have fucked for a good 20 minutes (which, once again, is unusual for
a black man--I've found most of them don't last much longer than 5 even when
they try). Soon we were sweaty and groaning like animals and he shoved his
thick cock all the way up me and held it deep inside.
"Oh Marie..." I felt his body exert pressure on top of me. "You white slut, you
want it..." and I could feel his cock jerking as he filled me with a huge load of
sperm. I felt more full and wet than I ever had in my entire life. I wanted Trey in
no way other than sexually, and in that moment it felt great.
With that we both passed out from exhaustion and alcohol. He actually spent
the whole night there with me, and I woke up the next morning without too
much of a hangover and found him still sleeping there. It was a rather warm
summer morning and I loved to see the sunlight trickling across his dark upper
body and his muscles. Even without the alcohol I wanted him again, and I
decided to wake him up as a good man deserves. I slipped under the covers
and found his cock rock hard as men's cocks always are the morning after
steamy sex.
I opened my mouth as wide as I could and barely fit in his huge black penis.
This woke him up almost instantly and I could hear him groaning with my
sucking motions, surely looking down at the sheets as a white slut slurped and
fed herself beneath. I gladly accepted a full mouth of semen from him, and
came up to greet him face to face for the first time that morning.
"Hi Marie..." he said and smiled, contented.
"Good morning Trey. Thanks for everything." Yes, well, I know it was him who
should be thanking me. But the black male ego loves to think they are sex
machines just dispensing pleasure everywhere. I was enjoying myself, so what
reason did I have not to play into things?
"You got it honey," he said and got out of bed. He put on his shorts and left,
likely off for a day's work. I got up a few minutes later and marveled at how I
was a little off-balance in the legs when I walked. Yes, that was quite a fucking
I had that last night, much more than I had gotten used to with David. And
there was something so different about it. It wasn't like with my father who
wanted to hurt me or with David who wanted to save me. It was just someone
who wanted to fuck with me--no other feelings there, and it was a new feeling
that was very pure to me. It was a new era of sexual openness in my life.
MARIE PART FIVE
The next night's game went only about half an hour before someone made a
crack along the lines of "What? Nobody's gonna get naked at tonight's game?"
Well, it was a hot night and it wasn't like they hadn't already seen it. I was
wearing these short shorts and a tight T-shirt and I stripped down to my
underwear thinking nothing of it. There was less tension about the table this
time, and the guys knew I was laid back about it.
They started testing me out to see if I would let them touch me when I brought
them drinks and such, and when I showed no resistance they all got really into
it and were soon feeling my ass and thighs whenever I was near them. With
the alcohol and all it was really turning me on and I felt like a damn slut. It
didn't matter to me cause I was also having the most fun of my life.
Well, I once again ended up in bed with the big winner. It was a younger guy
named Eric who had bad teeth and wasn't really good looking, but I was horny
and he was good enough for me at the time. He was pretty good in bed and I
got off and that's what's important.
After a week I had fucked almost everyone at the table and everyone knew it.
There was a first timer at the table when one of the fellas held up a 5 dollar bill
and told me he had a problem he'd like me to take care of in the other room,
and we walked into the other room and he dropped his pants and told me to
suck his cock. I had no problems with the job or the money so I went down on
my knees and gave him a grade-A two minute suck off and ate up a big load of
his cream. When I was done he mussed up my hair a bit and said I was a
"fuckin' good bitch" and we went back to the other room.
Well, soon this also became pretty standard stuff. Soon I was making $40 or
more per night at the table sucking cocks off in the other room and sometimes
spreading my legs for a fuck. I was always really wet and ready either in my
mouth or my pussy and had no problems providing whatever service was
needed.
I started wearing more provocative clothes to the table and taking them off
slowly and at the right time. I found I could increase the number and frequency
of my customers that way. I learned who liked what best and served them as
best as I could.
Well, this didn't go on for a couple weeks before I got word that Damian
wanted to speak to me. He was a guy of about age 30 who wasn't seen a
whole lot but who ran things. He owned the building and was surely loaded. He
was the guy that David went through about me coming to work there.
Well, I went to see him and it was about my little poker time activities. He
spoke pretty well as I remember it.
"So Marie, I hear you've been doing a little side business at night here in the
building. That right?"
I wasn't sure if he was just asking, if he was pissed, or if he was really pissed
and just waiting to explode. I figured honesty would be the best path.
"Yes, well, some of the fellas... I've just been making a couple bucks a night.
They were the ones who started giving me money for it, and you know I'm only
supposed to be here as a maid...."
"No no, I'm not mad..." he said, and I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "I just
didn't know you went for all that. But as long as you're here... you like all that?
Making money that way and all?"
I thought briefly. I never had a problem with it. "Yeah sure."
"But you don't wanna work the streets?"
I didn't quite understand what he was implying, but then I snapped to attention.
"Oh! No no... The guys at the games... all the guys here... they're my friends. I
don't want to... with strangers."
He nodded. "I understand. Just asking. But you know, I can't have that kind of
thing going on in the building like that. You know... some of the fellas will be
wondering what's up, and the others will wanna know if you would serve them
too. How would you like it if we made that all part of your job and we pay you
$500 a week instead of $50?"
I thought about it for a few seconds. That was certainly more than I was
making putting all my nights together. I wanted to make sure I understood.
"Part of my job? Meaning what?"
"You'd be the girl for the building. If any of the guys... had a problem... you'd
help them out. I mean, you don't have to do anything major, but just whatever it
takes. And you could dress up real... nice... when you're around the house.
You've got to be ready anywhere, anytime. It'd certainly make your life more
busy, but you can make big money. And if you do it good, you can only make
more."
I thought about it. Were there any guys in the building that it really grossed me
out to think about having sex with? Well maybe a couple. There were some
that were pretty fat. But I could just suck cock. No man will say no to a girl that
wants to go on her knees and swallow his sperm. And I liked the way I felt
serving the guys during poker. I thought I might like it to be like that all the
time. Yeah, I figured I'd take the job.
So I did. And no sooner did I do that than Damian undid his pants and pulled
out his cock and asked for a blowjob, saying he wanted to know if I was as
good as they all said. I obliged and gave him one of my hard-and-quickie
specials, and he was blowing a busting load in my mouth before I knew it.
"Damn that's good. Don't fuckin' let my girlfriend hear about it. Don't fuckin' let
any of the guys girlfriends hear about it. We had a girl... a black girl... doing
kinda like what you'll be doing a couple years ago.
She'd walk around in skimpy outfits and lived in the house and all, and it was
amazing how all the girlfriends never suspected HER MAN was getting it with
her, but figured all the other men were. So just don't let them hear it directly
and everything's cool. Understand?"
I nodded. "Anything you say, Damian." He gave me a wad of bills which I later
counted to be $1,000.
"Listen..." he said. "My sister knows a lot about what goes on here. I told her
about me hiring you to do this job and she agreed to go around and buy some
clothes for you that will fit the job. I want you to write down all information on
your sizes and we'll get you some clothes to wear. If we have a special event
going on you'll be expected to dress as we ask you to. Understand?"
And I did. That was the beginning of my new job. I got lots of excellent lingerie
as well as delicious shorts, short skirts, lots of see-through items, sexy
nighties, everything. It was like I got to play dress-up every day and then see
how good of a job I could do in my new outfit for the day.
The job was very demanding. I began trying to keep count and I was giving
about three dozen blowjobs a day and getting fucked at least a dozen times.
The majority of my work was still during the poker games, though I didn't get to
play as much as I used to like to. Since Damian sent word around exactly what
my job was, they fellas had no problem interrupting me and asking me to "do
them a favor".
It got to the point where I'd just not play for much after the first hour and just
fuck and suck for the rest of the evening. A regular occurrence was that I'd
bring them a drink and they'd have me stand there while they fingered my bare
cunt with one hand and held their cards in the other. Usually as soon as they'd
win a hand and feel really good about it, they'd excuse themselves to the other
room and get off into my mouth or my pussy.
It didn't take long after I got this full job that I started to lose my interest in sex.
I kept up a good front though. I always made it seem like I was having a great
time, and sometimes I even was. It was like every day I'd have fun for the first
few people served, but soon I was bored and it was like acting. Then I
remembered the alcohol, which I had almost stopped with since I got the full
job. I found that by drinking I could enjoy myself more again, and everything
became a nice, numb fuckfest.
One night during the poker game I sucked off Trey right under the table and
that started a new trend. Everyone took advantage. It became as if I'd spend
about 15 minutes out of every hour under the table servicing cocks, and I
actually noticed myself hungry less often because I always had a belly full of
sperm. If I was drunk, this was all cool with me. If not, I just thought of all the
money I was making and the time went by pretty fast.
Then the rest of the guys around the house got more used to me and I was
fucking them almost as much. At this point it was up to maybe five dozen
blowjobs and two dozen fucks a day. One of the guys introduced me to pot
and that really taught me what it was like to have a good orgasm. Previously
my orgasms were sparse and when I did have them they were nothing great.
But now I knew how to get really into sex and once again there was a major
change in me. I got into sex again and my image as a slut. I can't say I enjoyed
it, but I got off from sex and I felt slutty and I actually craved the idea of getting
fucked again and again. It was kinda like the way people describe drugs. I
wasn't happy with myself for the way I was acting, but I couldn't help it.
It also seemed that my job description was expanding. On a couple occasions
they had friends come in from out of town, sometimes in groups of 6 to 12
people, and I would be expected to have sex with them also. Some of the guys
even had younger brothers, as young as 11 or 12, who weren't involved with
the gang stuff but who they brought by to fuck me.
I started to feel really used, but no sooner did I start to think about complaining
than Damian asked to talk to me again. He told me what a good job I had been
doing and upped my weekly from $500 to $1000. Here I was making more
money than most adults, and I was 14 and even with the amount of work I was
doing I still had a lot of time to myself. And hell, some days I really enjoyed
what I was doing. Yeah, money talks, and it convinced me I didn't mind.
Most of the relations I had with the guys were one-on-one, but I remember
there were a couple low moments. These black guys tended to not want to get
naked in front of each other and hence funny stuff like group sex almost never
happened. But thanks to the alcohol and the drugs, sometimes they got so
wild that they'd do odd things. I remember a couple of these events, which I
thought were low moments in my life and really quite degrading.
One night they were having a party at the house and there must have been 40
guys.
I had been off in other rooms fucking for hours, and at one point I was walking
through just bringing drinks to people and such (a break, by comparison) when
these 4 guys who were with an out of town gang cornered me and shuffled me
off into the bathroom.
I didn't make a big fuss, but I did say things like "hey, what's going on here?"
and before I knew it they had pushed me down on my knees and were all
unzipping their flies and wagging their cocks in front of my face. I was probably
almost as drunk as them and I knew my place so I just started sucking them
like the little white whore that I was.
I'd hold one in each hand and suck one for maybe 20 seconds before
switching off to another, while the other two would stand by stroking
themselves off. Three of them came within seconds of each other, while the
fourth several seconds later. I remember one started blowing in my mouth and
he soon pulled out and was dribbling it down my face while I could feel the
warm shots coming from the others and going all down my cheeks.
After it was over and they left I made an attempt to clean myself up, but I didn't
notice until in the shower that night that they had gotten sperm in my hair too
and I felt like so low knowing that I walked around that party the rest of the
night with their goo in my hair. It was like being spit on but out of someone's
cock, and it made me feel like a low piece of shit.
Another event happened with one of the regular members and some friends of
his that weren't in the gang. You know, it was a definite pattern that bad shit
only happened when outsiders wanted a piece of me, and particularly when
the drugs or alcohol were involved. Cause most of the regulars knew I'd treat
them well if they treated me well, so there were usually not problems. But this
one guy, well, I guess he wanted to look cool with his friends so they all came
over one day when almost everyone was gone and, in fact, we were the only
people on the upstairs floor.
They all walked into a room where I was hanging out and reading and started
undressing me and I didn't say a whole lot. I didn't like the setup--that being
me and 6 guys. So if I don't like the setup, I don't play along and pretend like
I'm interested. Well, I guess that only gave them ideas of their own, cause I
heard them say "gang bang" at least a couple times and sure enough they just
took turns walking up and ramming me in my wet hole. Of course, this wasn't
enough and they wanted to use my mouth too, so I obediently sucked away.
This must have gone on for a good hour, and when they were done they didn't
say "thanks" or anything, they just walked off leaving me naked and sprawled
out on the bed, mumbling something to each other about ordering a pizza. I
was exhausted and covered with sweat and sperm and must have smelled
pretty raunchy. My mouth was aching and my lips were chapped. But I got up
and showered and readied myself for the evening, cause I never had a real
day off.
The only other time I can remember was actually a one-on-one experience.
One of the older guys--he must have been at least thirty--had this father--who
must have been over 50. And I don't know how the father came to approve of
his son's gang lifestyle OR happened to be some kind of pervert wanting to get
it on with 14 year old white girls, but father and son came around to the room
one day. The son left and his father didn't say a word but started to move on
me. I didn't have any problems with the idea, until we started doing it and the
guy said he wanted me to call him "daddy". Well, I did, but it started to bring
back some memories about getting raped by my father and the murder and all.
And the guy got into it and was saying some of the kind of shit that my father
used to say to me while he fucked me, though I had forgotten most of it by
blocking it out of my mind. It took a lot of control to keep from freaking out right
there. But fortunately he got off and left and I must have stayed there for an
hour crying before I got up and cleaned myself off.
EPILOGUE
So those are a few stories I can tell. I've met this guy, a brother of one of the
guys here, named Brad. He's not in the gang but he comes to see me a lot.
He's a senior in high school and is a good student and everyone around here
respects him for that. He's going to go to college in computers and he was the
first person who really took an interest in hearing about my life. He said it
might help me to write everything down so that's what I've been doing. It's
been really good to just sit and write for 15 or 20 minutes every day. He tells
me he's going to type them in and share them with the world, though he won't
use my real name. So if someone else is out there reading this, "hello" from
Marie!
But my life has been just like I've described for many months now. I'll be
turning 15 in just a couple weeks and when I think about the time that has
passed and how I'm still a young girl by most standards, I feel like maybe
there's something wrong with my life.
I spend more and more time drunk or stoned and one of the guys showed me
what heroin is like and I've been doing that for a while and a couple hundred of
my money has been going toward that every week. Since I'm not as wild about
sex as I used to be, some of the guys are a little unsatisfied and get kinda
mean during sex. Needless to say, I've had several more of those "gang bang"
type experiences as a result, but if I'm on the nod from the heroin it doesn't
matter, I just lie back and take it.
It was funny cause a few weeks ago I snapped to attention and realized that
most girls getting fucked like this get PREGNANT. I couldn't help but wonder
how a girl like me that has been full of sperm for YEARS has never been
pregnant. I can only wonder that being raped so violently by my father at such
an early age did something to my insides so that I can't have babies. I'm sure
this constant battering with huge black cocks every day isn't helping matters
heal any. But it doesn't matter to me, that just makes it easier so I don't have
anything more to worry about. And I guess I should be worried about diseases
and AIDS and stuff, but I haven't got anything yet and if I have I don't see any
reason to start worrying about it now. We've all gotta go sometime.
And if you're wondering about Brad. Well, we were just friends for a really long
time and even after I told him about my life and such he didn't want to have
sex with me because he didn't want to treat me like everybody else. But one
night we got a little drunk and I sucked his cock and we've been getting busy
ever since. Well, there's nothing wrong with that as I see it. I guess it would be
nice if he and I started something real away from this place someday, but it'll
be really hard cause all my money and the heroin and stuff are here where
they're easy to get. And who knows? They might still be looking for me
because of my father's murder. I guess it's best to wait a while.
Best wishes,
Marie
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