I am currently 13 year-old. I am kind of skinny and short for my age, but I mature a bit earlier than most of the girls in my class. It wasn’t long ago I learn that I can make my self feel high by touching my own private parts. Girls at my age are usually curious about sex, and I do too. Every time my neighbour watches porno I would peak over my window and watch as well. Free porn, why not?

        One day after I took a shower I realize I forgot to wear a bra. Coincidently all my other bras are currently in the washing machine. Then I remembered I hung one outside for drying yesterday, so I went to get it. When I was about to take it down, a strong wind blew my bra over to my new neighbour’s house. I thought about going over to take it back, but I am very embarrassed. I tried not to wear it, but it feels very uncomfortable when my T-shirt rubbing my tits. After some mental struggle, I decided to go over to his place and ask for it back.

*Ding Dong*

        A man came answered the door, half naked.

“What is it little girl?”

“Ummm…one of my clothes flew into your house, can I have it back please?”

        My face burns like fire when I see his half naked body, but I decided I have to do what I came to do.

“O…I will go look for it for you, please come in.”

“Ummm…okay…thank you.”

        I was a girl in development, which includes my brain. I have no idea how dangerous it can be for a weak small girl like me to go into a house of a perverted man. It was like a lamb going into a wolf’s cave.

“Please wait here, I will go inside my room and look for it.”

“Thank you.”

        While he was gone, I took my chance to observer his house, and I regret doing so. His whole house is full of nude girl posters. I tried to keep my eyes on the floor, hoping he would hurry up so I can leave this place. After about 10 minute he came out of his room, holding what looks to be my bra.

“Is this what you are looking for?”

“Yes! Thank you very much!”

        He passed me my bra, but the moment I touch it I sense something slimy. I don’t know what it’s called, but after watching so many porno over my window, I have a pretty good guess what this white liquid is.

“You…you pervert!”

        I was so pissed and embarrassed it took me a while to say that.

“Hahaha, it looked pretty nice so I borrowed it for a while. Do you want me to show you how to play?” said the man with a disgusting grin, touching my shoulder at the same time.

        He is looking down below my head. Following his eyes I try to figure out what he is staring at. Just as I suspected, he was staring at my breasts. No wonder I can’t feel my breasts a while back. They were stimulated by my T-shirt rubbing against them. They were hard and looked as if they wanted to burst out of my tight T-shirt.

“You bastard! Let go of me now or I will shout!”

        Angry, embarrassed, and scared. I shout at him at a tone I don’t even know I could do. Apparently stunned by me he immediately retreated his hand.

“Yo…yo…chill girl. I was just joking…you can take your bra back.”

        Eager to leave this place, I turned my back and started walking toward the door. That was another immature mistake I made. The moment I have my back facing him he grabbed me from behind and lifted my T-shirt up to covered my face. My shout for help never went far.

         Struggling for my life, I don’t have time to protect my exposed breasts. One hand tried to push him away from me while my other one tries to uncover my face. It took him no time to grab hold of my arms. At the end they were tied behind my back. He lifted me up and carries me under his strong arm. I couldn’t see where he was taking me, but the moment I lend on something soft I knew it was his bedroom.

        Putting his weight over me to prevent me from struggling, one of his rubbed my breast while the other one lifting up my skirt and search for my private part. Sometimes his right hand will squeeze my breast, sometimes he would twist them. His left hand was never stopping moving. He would rub against my private part over my panty. Sometimes hard, sometimes fast. Although I so these things when I masturbate, it was never so intense and my fingers was not as rough as his. Soon my beg for mercy turned into pointless moaning. My sound seems to get him high for he would even speed up his motions. I tried not to make any sound, but the stimulation was too great I can’t control my self.

        After a while he got off me and uncovered my face. Exhausted I breathed hard to regain my breath, but soon my month was covered up by my own panty. He kept my shirt over my breasts. Then, he strikes again. This time he attacks my breast with his hand and mouth. Sucking one of my breasts while his hand tickles my other tits. Keeping my whole breast in his mouth he would lick on my tits with his wet tongue, while his hand would push and pull my other tit in and out. It was my first time being treated this way. The strong sense struck me over and over again; it was beyond the description of word. Soon I can sense my private part getting wet, but it seems like I am not the only one who has noticed it.

“Getting watery aren’t we? I told you this game is fun. Time for schooling little girl.”

        He separated my legs by force and places his head between my legs.

“This here where I am rubbing now is called labia. It feels great doesn’t it? I can tell from you moan. Now if I open your labia like a door, it will reveal the clit. This part where I am squeezing now…Wow, you are twitching. Feels great huh? Now, where my index finger about to enter is called…the cunt!”

        Finishing that he suddenly thrust his finger into my cunt, I tried not to listen to his filthy words, but the vocabularies seems to be burning into my brain. Going in and out with his finger my clit was never left alone. He sucks on it like some kind of candy, and sometimes he would squeeze them a little with his lips. Mixed with the humiliation was a pleasure feeling that I never felt before. When I was about to come to my climax, everything stopped. I looked at him in doubt. Don’t know when he stripped himself completely naked. I looked down between his legs in disbelieve. His private part was huge. Thinking that he was going to insert that thing into me frightens me. How is it possible for such a monster to go into my small cunt?

“This thing you see now is called a penis. Its gonna take you and me to heaven together, but this is not the first time you see it isn’t it?”

        What could he possibly mean? Does that mean he knew I was watching over him all this time when he watches porno?

        He grabbed both of my feet, and separated my legs wide. My attempt to close them doesn’t seem to have any effect at all. Shaking my head wildly, stupidly thinking it can stop everything. Slowly his penis enters me. My cunt felt like as if it was going to be tear apart. Slowly, but definitely moving, his penis gone deeper and deeper into me, until I can feel it hitting the end. Then he start going in and out of me, and speeded up gradually.

“Ah…ah…mmm….ah….” moaning was the only response I can do, he removed my panty a while ago because he wanted to hear my voice of defeat.

        I can feel my whole cunt being filled up. It feels satisfying somehow. After about 20 ~30 strikes, he let go of my legs, and throw his whole body on me. The move brings me a whole new experience. Suddenly he kissed me, and his tongue invade my mouth. It feels pretty disgusting because his slimy tongue chased mine around my mouth like a live being, but it somehow brings even more pleasure to me.

        He suddenly stopped all his movement. He told me he want to savage the moment, then he lifted me up over his head. Placed me over his shoulder I was sitting him his shoulder with his mouth facing my private part. His tongue thrust into my cunt like a worm and starts feeling around.

“Ha…no…stop it please…I can’t take it anymore….” Once again I begged for mercy, no reply.

        His short beard stink my labia and clit while he sucks on my cunt, tongue inside. Throwing my back against the wall he secures my body in its position, then both his hand reach up to my breasts. He twisted, pulled, pushed, and squeezed. Both my breasts and my private part sent strong signals to my brain. I felt as if the body does not belong to me anymore.

        After a while he lowers me, but still keeping me in mid-air. Once again he thrust his penis into me. With both my arms still bounded behind me, all I have to keep my self in balance was the wall. Slowly he would draw his penis out, but before exiting he will thrust it in very hard.

“O yes…I am coming soon.”

        Suddenly he sped up. In and out his penis moved in great speed.

“Ahh! Ah! No! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

        Together we came to our climax. He continued to fuck me until his penis became small again, he then throw me on the bed. Breathing hard for oxygen, I lay on the bed-totally exhausted.

“It was great isn’t it? Let’s have another round after I recover. But I am surprised that you are not a virgin anymore. So you are a little slut after all, heh heh heh.”

       He drew back my bad memory about how I lost my virginity, but that incident seems to prepare me for this nightmare, so I don't have to suffer that much this time.  I was sure I will die if he does it again, but suddenly I heard a sweet voice coming from over my house.

“Sis, sis where are you?”

        It was my sister! I am finally going to be saved! But my mouth was soon covered up. I looked his face I can see him grinning at me.

“So that is you sister who goes to high school ai? I always wanted to play with her. Shall we invite her over and join our party? I knew your parents were gone for the month. We are gonna have a lot of fun together.”

        Finishing his sentence he left the room, leaving me lying on the bed, stunned. I tried to shout but my mouth was covered up. My hands are useless because they are still bounded behind me. I tried to move my body and legs seems to be paralyzed by exhaustion. All I can do is to await the terrible fate that awaits me and my sister.

The End, if you enjoyed it, pleases reply. I might write part two.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Spiffeh!" Stacey said, giggling.

Everyone started laughing.

After three hours, camp was ready. The girls ate and it started to get dark.

"We should take a bath. Theres a creek a little ways from here." Emily said.

Everyone nodded and grabbed their PJ's.

The girls left the fire glowing and skipped to the lake, stripping. It didn't matter if they saw each other. They were best friends.

The girls splashed in the water, laughing, unaware of the men surrounding them. Emily dunked Rose under the water. Everyone was laughing.

"Hello girls." Said a deep voice, the girls looked up, shocked to hear a mans voice. There was ten men in all. Each were tall and musular. quite good looking, probably in their twenties.

The girls hurried together, trying to cover themselves.

"Ah, no need. Let me intruduce ourselves. I'm Tom, thats Daniel, Joseph, David, Carl, Mick, Sam, Andy, Warner and Michael." Said the man, his dark hair covered his eyes but every man nodded as their name was said.

"Warner, Carl, Andy, we need them out of the water for some fun. After they intruduce themselves, grab them." Tom said.

The three men nodded. Tom was obviously the leader.

The girls looked shocked and said nothing.

"He said, INTRUDUCE YOURSELVES." Michael said, raising a gun.

The girls almost shreiked but Callie stayed calm.

"I'm Callisa. Callie for short." Callie said bravely.

"Very good. Now you all are...?" Tom asked.

"R-Rose." Rose stammered, her brown hair was flowing in the water.

"Emily." Emily said quickly.

"S-s-stacey." Stacey said loudly.

"Amber." Amber stated blankly.

After Amber introduced herself, the three men marched into the water, grasping the struggling girls.

Andy held Stacey and Emily, Carl was holding Amber who was kicking and spitting while Warner held a limp Rose and a scared Callie.

Each man grinned as they saw the naked virgin fifteen-year-olds.

"Can we?" Andy asked.

"Go ahead. But first, give me....Amber." Tom said, grinning evilly at the poor blonde girl that was thrashing about.

Carl nodded, handing the small body to Tom who laughed as she tried to punch him. He held her hands up and pinned her to a tree and whistled as he looked her over. She had large tits and lots of curves. She looked great!

"Let me ask you a question. Answer or I'll use force. Actually, I'll ask a few." Tom said, his brown eyes staring into Amber's eyes.

She was about to open her mouth when there was a loud scream.

Emily was laying on the ground, her red hair all around her. She had a large red slap mark on her face. The men laughed, Carl picked her back up and kissed her. Another man, David, grabbed her breasts and she tried to move away but he just laughed some more.

Rose and Stacey were being fingered fevereshly and kissed. Both girls had tears in their eyes. Callie was on the ground behing fingered as a man kissed her hard, his hands running all about her small body.

Amber nodded, her eyes wide.

"Good," Tom stated, grinning. "Are you a virgin?"

Amber nodded again.

"Well, then, I'll just have to be a bit careful. Can't promise that though. How would you feel if you have my child?"

Amber's eyes widened. "P-please!"

"Please as in yes? Well, ok!" Tom grabbed her hair and yanked her down and he pulled his pants down and shoved her head to his cock.

Meanwhile, Emily was crying as David lifted her in his arms and winked at the other men and then walked into the trees. About five minutes later he dropped her on the forest floor and stared at her. She was thin. Her red hair was dirty and messy, her body had some smudges and blood on it. She was shaking.

David took out a gun. Emily's eyes widened. "Take off my clothes." He ordered. Emily didn't move, her eyes staring at the gun. "NOW!"

Emily slowly got up and slowly took off his shirt and pants and boxers.

"Suck, now!" David ordered Emily. She shook her head wildly.

"P-p-please! Do-dont!" Emily gasped.

"NOW!" David yelled.

She obeyed. She opened her mouth and sucked on his cock. David moaned and pushed her head forward so she was choking on her 9 inch cock.

"Good," David gasped, after he exploded in her. "Lay down." She obeyed.

David lowered himself onto her as she cried and begged for him to not do this. David paid no attention to her as he lowered himself into her and she screamed. He grinned as her hands grasped his shoulders as he rode her, ignoring her screams and cries.

TO BE CONTINUED

After the divorce was final, I got a fresh start. I bought a piece of property just at the outskirts of town that included a large stone house, a barn, and several small out buildings. There was a small pond on the property. I later discovered an overgrown dirt road that ended at an abandoned gravel pit. My property was included in city postal route that was mostly a walking one.  I was the last stop and the only stop were the postal carrier drove up to the house, got out and had deliver the mail to a mailbox on the porch.

After I got the barn and outbuilding in order, I started on the house.

The mostly costly renovation was to the slate roof. This included a complete tear off, resetting the existing slate tiles with bronze nails and replacing all the copper flashing and gutters. I paid plenty to have this done.

My friends and I remodeled the inside of the house, stripping the original woodwork and dark paneling to original condition. We replaced all the wiring and most of the plumbing. I furnished the rooms in all solid masculine colors and bought massive comfortable overstuffed leather furniture. In time, I intended to put in a concrete driveway. Having a gravel pit on the property

gave me a free source of base stone.  I drove down there to check things out and noticed a series of tire tracks leading to a small overgrown gully off of the gravel pit.

I got out of my truck and walked in.  I found almost approximately fifty extra heavy-duty lawn & trash bags full of canceled mail.  It was mostly all junk mail and catalogs, some of it 2 years old. The bags were stacked upon one another and each layer covered in gravel.  I went back to the house and got my camera and returned to photograph the contents of random bags I pulled from the pile.

Later I did some checking and found out that the names and addresses on the mail were from people on my postal carrier's route.

Over a period of time, I stacked out the area with my camera to try and catch the person dumping the mail. I hoped it was my postal carrier, because if it was, I had plans for her.

After a months time, I caught her on my property in the late fall dumping some bags and covering them with gravel. From my point of concealment, I got dozens of photographs of her dumping the mail.  I waited to develop the pictures before I confronted her with the evidence and my proposal.

In the mean time, I contacted a retired State Trooper who owned a private investigating agency.  John was a hunting buddy of mine and referred me to my divorce lawyer. He agreed to get me personal information about her no questions asked.  I gave him case of Jim Beam Black Bourbon Whiskey for his trouble and he threw in a set of handcuffs for good measure.

To make a long story short, Mary, my postal carrier was 40 years old, a widow and financially well off from her deceased husband's insurance. Mary had great credit, no debt and her modest house was paid for.  She had worked for the postal service for 20 years and had no children.  Mary lived alone and didn't appear to have boyfriend. Her closest living relative was her foster mother living in another state. Mary could retire with full pension in five years if she didn't get caught and prosecuted.  Even if she managed to get off without prison time, her legal fees would ruin her financially.

Mary was about 6 foot tall with a slim willowy build. As near as I could tell through her loose uniform she had small breasts and a tight compact ass.

Mary has light brown hair that she always had pulled back and hidden underneath her uniform cap. It appeared to be braided, although I didn't know how long her braid was because of the cap. She had green eyes and somewhat to heavy eyebrows.

A week before Christmas I gave her sealed red envelope. I told her it was a Christmas tip with many more tips to come. The envelope contained a card with her pictures in it.

The following Monday evening, Mary appeared at my front door and asked if we could talk.  I invited her in and asked her to sit down at the kitchen table.

She took off her winter coat and knit hat and sat down.  She was wearing a red sweater, faded blue jeans and pink moon boots.  She wasn't wearing any makeup.

Mary's hair was braided in a single braid down her back that reached almost to the bottom of her pert ass.  The braid was very thick almost to the end were it tapered off almost to a point the last six inches. Looking at her, I wondered what she would look like with bangs. I also realized that I was correct about her having small breasts and a small tight ass.

Before she could speak, I slammed my hand down on the table. I told her to keep quiet and hear what I had to say.  I informed her that I had enough evidence to get her fired as well as a sentence in Federal Prison. I told her that I was not interested in hearing about her reasons or excuses. I told her that I would keep my mouth shut and destroy the evidence only if I had her cooperation.

I then laid out the ground rules. In this envelope, I have written down what I want from you for me to keep quiet.

Take it home with you and read the contents over the weekend. Everything is spelled out. If you agree, and you really don't have a choice, you can walk away from this with a clean slate. You will have to trust me to keep my word. I want 7 months of your time. Or if you like you can take your chances with the authorities. It is your choice 7 years or 7 months.

Be a smart girl, I'll see you Monday, 6:00PM sharp.

The following Monday at the agreed time, a subdued Mary appeared at my doorstep. I let her in and locked the door behind her.  Per my instructions, she had styled her long hair in a braided bun. Mary was wearing a newly purchased knee length winter coat. When she removed it, she was wearing a nice dress but no bra or panties underneath.  I pointed to a corner of the room and told her to stand there facing the wall with her hands crossed behind her back.

While she was standing there, I handcuffed her wrists together and had her step out of her shoes.  I roughly cut her dress off with upholstery scissors warning her gruffly to keep facing the wall. I made her stand there naked for about an hour. I fondled her breasts and rubbed her ass.  I played with her pussy, whispering what I was going to do to her.  I removed the pins from Mary's bun and let her braid drop down between her ass cheeks.

I cut six inches or so off the bottom of her braid with the upholstery shears making it the same thickness it's entire length.  I then sat in my leather chair and made Mary give me head while I undid her braid and played with her now loose ponytail. I warned her to swallow it all or I would cut all her hair off. After I came, I removed the handcuffs and had her take her hair out of the ponytail. Mary's hair now fell long and loose to the top of her ass. It was very beautiful. It was mine to do with what I liked for the next 7 months.

Mary spent the night and I had my way with her, with and without the handcuffs.  In the morning I sent her home for the Christmas Holiday. She was to return on Dec 31st. at our appointed time. Mary left minus her ruined dress and her cut of braid. She however did leave with new written instructions, which she could open only when she got home and only after I telephoned her with permission. Mary arrived on the 31st. right on time.  When she removed her coat, I was pleased to see she was wearing a short tight strapless black dress. Mary was wearing her hair loose down her back.  It was blunt cut all one length and about four inches shorter. I was also pleased to see that she now had eyebrow length blunt bangs that set off her green eyes.  She looked cute in bangs.

I had her slowly undress in front of me. When she was naked, I took her upstairs to the bathroom and had her sit on the vanity by the sink with her legs spread apart. I used electric clippers and buzzed all the hair from her pussy. I lathered the remaining stubble and shaved her pussy bald and smooth like a little girls. I finished up with some cold baby oil chilling along with champagne in an ice bucket.  I then made her fix her hair in twin pigtails to complement her new bangs. Mary gave me head in the bathroom while I played with her pigtails. It seemed to me that she was getting better at it.

Mary looked much younger with bangs and pigtails. I had her change into her black dress and took her out to dinner and dancing. Mary's hair remained in pigtails the whole evening, black dress and all. She received some interesting looks. Afterwards it was back home for champagne and more sex.  Mary left the next day with written instructions to keep three appointments that I had made for her and to bring her checkbook to pay for them all. As usual, she must wait for a separate phone call for each set of instructions.

On Saturday, Mary was a half hour late. She had just come from the beauty salon and she looked hot. Mary's hair was now a rich red auburn.  It was curled in beautiful large spiral curls that fell to the bottom of her shoulder blades.  Mary was wearing makeup done to perfection and her eyebrows were thinned and shaped beautifully. Mary spent her money well for me.

I made her strip for me and then looked her over thoroughly.

Mary was stunning. Her pussy was still smooth and bald like a little girl, but looked a little sore and pink from the electrolysis.  It would be like that from now on and not require daily shaving. Mary also had a full body wax and aside from her head, was smooth and hairless from the neck down.

I buried my hands in all those curls while she gave me some of the best head ever, and as always she did not spill a drop. I rubbed cold baby oil on her sore pussy. I had her get dressed and had her pin her curls up. We took in a movie and dinner and back for more sex. On subsequent visits over the weeks, I made her style her long hair for me in just about every way possible. I took lots of pictures of my favorite styles with her posing in the nude for many of them.

The last two weeks of Mary's seven-month commitment was the most interesting. On the second to last, I handcuffed her again from behind the minute she walked through the door.  While she gave me head, I slowly and deliberately cut her now middle of the back length auburn hair just to the base of her neck.  This I think, more then anything else upset her.  After she was shorn of most of her locks, I sent her away with her final instructions.

Mary returned much relieved for her last visit with a short blunt pageboy with bangs. Her once long luxurious tresses were now cut just below her ears. She thought I made arrangements to have her hair cut much, much shorter. I dropped hints during our sessions about a possible pixie cut. It was still however a rich red auburn, a color that suited her well. The last and final blowjob was the best one yet. Although her hair was short, it was still thick and soft. I went down on her for the first time, driving her crazy for a change. When I was done I had Mary take a curling wand and curl her hair. Mary looked cute with a curly pageboy. I took before and after pictures for the last time.

With a rented a backhoe, I dug a trench.  We threw all of the mailbags into the trench, and all the brush I saved in clearing the road to the gravel pit; to which I added 25 gallons of diesel fuel. We sat and watched until it burned itself out. After the fire was out and the evidence completely destroyed, I filled the hole over.

After about a year, Mary was promoted to an indoor job at the Post Office waiting on customers at the front counter. I got a new Postman; my ex lost her nursing license for one year pending a review and asked to borrow some money from me or the bank was taking her car. I sent her a bus pass.

On evening I was dozing in my chair when the doorbell rang.

Mary was standing there in a long trench coat with a nervous smile on her face. I noticed that her hair had grown out from that short pageboy. It was still the same rich red auburn I liked and pulled back in a french twist. Her makeup was impeccable. Mary still had the same cute bangs framing her green eyes. She also had a red envelope and a bottle of champagne.

Before I continue let me describe Brian. Brian was 14 years old at the time, about 2 inches shorter than me, and thin as a rail. He was very healthy and in shape for his age, with a tightly packed body. He is caucasian as well, with

black hair cut short in a military style cut.

Anyway, I was very embarrassed that someone 14 years old could beat me at anything, so I challenged him to a swimming competition. We would compete at different styles of swimming and diving. This didn't last very long as we started with

diving into the pool. On my third dive I came up and declared victory, very proud of myself. I raised my arms in the air in triumph, but Brian was laughing at me. I was wondering why he was laughing at me when I looked down and noticed

something horrible!!! My bikini top had come off, and Brian had it in his hand!!! I couldn't believe it, and quickly covered my chest and demanded that he give it back. He refused and I chased him around the pool. Finally he agreed to

let me get it back, and he threw it over the side of the pool onto the grass!!! What nerve I thought to myself, as I very angrily started to pull myself out of the pool when suddenly I felt myself get yanked from behind... he had ripped

my bikini bottom off of me too, and I was in the pool stark naked!!! I tried to chase him and catch him but he got away from me too quickly, and was out of the pool before I could even catch up to him. He grabbed my top off the floor and

waved my bikini at me mockingly. Having no other choice I got out of the pool, trying my best to cover myself. He ran into his house and locked the screen door on me. I couldn't believe this, he had taken the towels too and left me

outside completely naked!

Brian ran out of sight and I panicked as I tried to think of something to do, so I found a pretty well concealed corner and ducked down there out of sight until I could figure out where to go or what to do. Just then Brian came back and

unlocked the door. He yelled to me that if I wanted my clothes back I had to come get it, so I ran inside and chased him all the way into his room. I yelled out for him to give them back to me, as I was getting very angry and frustrated.

As soon as I was in his room he closed the door on me and he tackled me onto the floor while I attempted to get my clothes back. We wrestled around the room and he eventually got the upper hand on me, and I was having trouble with him.

Even though he was 4 years younger than me he was so much stronger than I am, and he managed to get a toy handcuff attached to my left hand and his bed post!!! He then struggled with me and tied up my right arm to his desk using one of

his t-shirts, and he tied my legs together, after considerable struggle.

Here I was buck naked, tied up in my boyfriend's little brother's bedroom, and my boyfriend was going to be home in about 45 minutes. I was panicing and feeling about ready to cry. Then Brian pulled the real killer on me... he took out a

camera and began taking pictures of me completely naked... too many to count. I was helpless and there was nothing I could do. I begged him to stop and finally began crying. He told me that now that he has all these pictures of me naked

he can do anything he wants with me. I told him no and told him to leave me alone. He then told me that if I didn't give in to his demands that he would leave me tied up naked for Rich to find when he got home. I could never let that

happen, because Rich is very sensitive about his brother, and would become furious with the both of us, and who knows what else would've happened. So finally, I reluctantly agreed.

Brian took his clothes off. I stood there looking at a completely naked 14 year old boy with a semi-erect penis. At full erection I would say Brian was about 4 to 5 inches long, with a decent thickness (obviously not close to my

boyfriend, who is 6" and much thicker).

Brian ordered me to begin sucking him off, and I reluctantly did so. I sucked on his penis while he rubbed my tits and fingered me. I tried to not enjoy it, and tried to hate him with every ounce of blood in my body, but slowly his

prodding of me calmed me down. Finally he pulled out of my mouth and told me he was going to fuck me. I begged him not too but he got on top of me and put his member into me. WOW. This turned out to be the absolute best sex I've ever had

in my life. Even though he was smaller than Rich, he just knew how to work me, and seemed to be so much more erotic while doing it. The more Brian fucked me the hornier I got, and found myself getting very into it. This lasted for about

10 minutes and then Brian came inside of me!!! I couldn't believe he did that unprotected and I told him as much but he didn't care. He said I was now his sex kitten.

Brian untied me and gave me back my bikini and told me that from now on I would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted or he would show my pictures to everybody. I agreed under the assumption that he would hold true to his word. Rich

came home, completely unsuspecting, and threw his party that night. He told me later that I acted very awkward that night, and I knew I had spent the entire night pondering what had happened. I thought I would be angry about it at all

but it just turns me on the more I think of it. The night of the party Rich got really bombed towards the end and went to sleep. I went into the shower and Brian came in and told me that I had to suck him off again, and I did so

willingly.

Since then Brian has made demands of me every so often and for the most part I've given in, whether it be sucking him off, letting him fuck me, or even once I let him try anal on me although I'm not too sure I liked it, and I don't think

he did either. I tried denying him once and he showed my pictures to two guys I go to school with who are the biggest nerds in the school! They never say anything to me but I can always see them looking at me lustfully, and it kind of

grosses me out. Since then I haven't said no to Brian, and I've given in to every desire he's ever had.

 

            It had been ten months since her husband had been murdered and the police were still unable to tell Valerie Delayhoe who had been responsible. She was not amused by their ineptitude. Determined to find the ones responsible and make them pay, she hired a private investigator. The man had been expensive and nearly died getting her the information she so dearly wanted but now she had it. She opened his final report and read it with ever-growing wonder and hatred.

            “He will pay,” she finally announced to the empty office. David’s office. Her dead husband’s office.

            She started planning as she closed the file the detective had given her. It would cost her even more but it would be worth every cent she spent to see Conner Web crawling at her feet, begging her to stop. A slow smile spread across her beautiful face, her thick, luscious lips turning upward in what appeared to be half a smile and half a snarl.

            Rising to her feet, her long auburn locks fell in waves down her back and rustled lightly against her silk suit. Her round, full hips sashayed across the room when she walked. Her 5’4” frame held her 110 pounds nicely, with curves in all the right places. Valerie was a small woman with a large attitude that glowed in her big, green eyes.

            She would spend the next five months preparing her basement for Mister Conner Web. Then, when the appropriate opportunity arose, he would be her new pet.

 

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            Conner paced the length of his living room, a storm brewing in his black eyes. He raked a hand through his thick, rich black hair, causing a lock of his bangs to fall forward onto his forehead. He absently swatted at it in irritation but it was now obstinately out of place.

            “Damn it, where the hell is that limo! If they make me late enough to miss my flight, heads will roll.”

            He jerked around at the sound of his doorbell. Striding forward in a rush he almost colliding with the maid.

            “I’ll get it, Mae,” he growled at her.

            “Yes, sir,” she whispered and disappeared into the bowels of the house.

            He jerked the door open to find a driver standing at attention.

            “Well, it’s about goddamn time.”

            “Sorry, sir. There was a problem –”

            “I don’t give a damn about your problems. My luggage is in there.” Conner pointed a suitcase and suit bag stacked neatly at the foot of a long staircase outside the living room.

            “Yes, sir.” The driver whispered and stepped past him to retrieve the luggage.

            “I’d better not be late to the airport. I have a scheduled flight I have to catch.” Conner informed the man as he followed him to the waiting stretch limo.

            “You’ll be there on time, sir,” the driver replied softly.

            The driver put Conner’s bags in the trunk of the limo then opened the door for Conner. As he climbed into the back of the limo Conner was careful not to catch his pantleg against the car door. He didn’t want his silk suit ruined by mud from the limo service. He scooted to the middle of the seat and stretched out his long legs. His 6’6” height was mostly from his long legs. It felt good to stretch out in the limo. He hated small cars.

            Conner settled in for the long ride to the airport from his estate. He passed over the cheap champagne and reached for the more expensive bottle of chilled white wine that he’d ordered. Pouring himself a glass, he kicked off his shoes and relaxed, enjoying the soft, sensual music playing in the back of the limo. He leaned his head back against the seat and sipped the wine. God, that tastes good, he thought. Closing his eyes and relaxing, he let the music seep into his soul, comforting and relaxing him as he drank his wine. By the time he had finished his first glass and was onto his second he started to feel numb and a little dizzy. He knew something was wrong he just wasn’t sure what it was. He leaned up and pressed the intercom button to buzz the driver.

            “Stttooop,” he slurred into the speaker. He fell back into the seat with a puzzled look on his handsome face. His dark eyes were glazed. What the hell? he wondered to himself.

            A few minutes later he noticed the car was still moving. He tried to lean forward again but his body refused to obey him. When he tried to yell at the driver his shout came out as a timid grunt. The wine glass he held in his right hand suddenly landed on the floorboard with a gently thump. His eyes wandered down in an attempt to focus on the glass. Instead, they slid closed and a warm darkness settled over him.

 

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            Conner slowly awoke to a strange coolness on his skin. His mind was hazy and he was confused. Cold, he thought, I’m cold. He tried to reach down to pull the blankets up around his shoulders but couldn’t move his arms. What the…? he wondered. His mind was addled, he couldn’t think straight. He fought to open his eyes and barely managed to peep through his long, thick dark lashes. Where the hell am I? He suddenly heard a low moan then realized it had escaped from his own lips.

            Slowly, his senses returned and Conner managed to open his eyes to look around and survey his surrounding. He was not amused at what he found. He seemed to be in some type of prison, his arms chained above his head. He sat, naked on a cement floor, his legs drawn out in front of him and spread, his ankles chained him in place. There was some type of collar around his neck as well. He could feel it but couldn’t see it. It held him in place against the block wall. His gaze traveled around the room and took in the various implements hanging on the walls and sitting within his sight. It looked like some kind of macabre scene from a medieval torture chamber.

            Conner had no idea how long he had been imprisoned in the cold, dank cellar-room, as he thought of it. He was cold, hungry and thirsty. And he damn well wanted to know where he was and what the hell was going on. He finally caught a hint of sound and tried to turn his head in the direction he thought he’d heard something. A small shadow seemed to loom out of the darkness toward him. As it neared he realized it was someone dressed in a tight, black catsuit complete with face mask. The person was petite, tiny even, but they carried a long black whip in one hand. He stared at this intruder defiantly.

            “Where the hell am I?” he demanded.

            The whip crashed down across his legs, drawing a scream from him. He stared up at the tiny woman. The curves he saw in the catsuit convinced him it had to be a woman.

            “Who are you?” he growled at her.

            She swung the whip again, lashing him across the chest this time.

            “What the fuck do you want?” His breath came in heavy gasps as he tried to fight the pain.

            She struck him again. He screamed and jerked. He remained silent but started up at her defiantly. Slowly, she pulled the whip back and swung forward striking him again, landing the blow across his legs again. He screamed in pain.

            He watched as she laid the whip aside on a nearby table and picked something else up. She walked slowly forward, toward him, tapping her left hand with a riding crop that she held in her right hand. When she drew near enough she used the riding crop to strike him on his inner thighs. At first the strikes were soft but then she strengthened her blows and they became progressively harder. When he finally cried out she stopped.

            She stood over him, her feet on either side of his spread legs. Squatting over him she reached out with her left hand and fondled his long, thick prick.

            “Very nice,” she whispered softly. “I knew you’d be worth my money.”

            When he opened his mouth to speak she raised the riding crop threateningly. He swallowed hard and closed his mouth.

            “And you learn quickly too.”

            She leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his as she slid her hand up his cock. He felt her hand tighten around his balls, her mouth pressing hard against his. The pressure of her fingers became unbearable around his balls, he opened his mouth to cry out and she slid her tongue inside his mouth as she released the pressure on his balls. Her fingers gently massaged his prick and balls while her tongue explored his mouth. The riding crop ran gentle circles around his nipples. Finally, she pulled away from and stood up, staring down at him.

            “You may actually be trainable,” she eventually announced. She rubbed the riding crop up and down his chest as she spoke to him. “From now on, you belong to me. I bought and paid for you. You will address me as Mistress. You will only speak when I allow you to speak. You will only eat, piss and shit when I allow you to. And you will only cum when I say you can. Do you understand so far?”

            He stared up her with defiance in his eyes, remaining silent. The riding crop smacked hard against his inner thigh dangerously close to his crotch.

            “Ow! Shit!”

            “I do not repeat myself, slave. I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

            She stared at him for a moment the smacked him with the riding crop again on the other leg.

            “What if I don’t agree to your terms?” he asked boldly.

            She smiled. Turning from him she walked back to the table and laid the riding crop aside and picked something else up.

            “I was hoping you’d have that attitude,” she replied as she approached him.

            He watched her warily as she knelt between his legs and fastened something around his prick and balls. Then she reached up to pinch his nipples.

            “Play time,” she announced, rising to her feet. “At least, for me it is.”

            She turned around and strode back to the table. Picking up a small remote, she turned back to face him. She gave him a wicked smile and winked then pressed a button. A small shock jolted his prick causing him to jerk and grunt.

            “Isn’t this fun already?” she asked seductively.

            “For who?” he replied.

            She laughed and pressed another button. His cock and balls twinged with pain as electricity jolted through them. He jerked and tried to suppress a grunt. He gripped the chains binding his wrists to the wall. She pressed the button again and his body jerked spasmodically again.

            “Shit,” he grunted.

            “Again?” she asked.

            He stared up at her malevolently.

            “Good,” she said.

            She pressed and held the button. He felt a higher, longer shock and clenched his jaw tightly, clenching the chains holding him to wall.

            “God,” he huffed when it finally ended.

            “One more?” she asked sweetly.

            His head hung limply against his chest. He stared up at her through his lashes, unable to lift his head, refusing to answer her. She shrugged nonchalantly.

            “Okay,” she said.

            She pressed the button again, holding it down. He fought the current but couldn’t stand the pain. Finally, he lost his battle and cried out. She released her hold on the button.

            “Now,” she said with authority. “Do you understand the rules as I’ve given them so far?”

            “Yes,” he panted in a whisper.

            “Yes, what?” she demanded.

            “Yes, Mistress.”

            She dropped the remote on the table and moved to kneel between his spread legs. Gently, she removed the restraints from around his cock and balls and laid it aside. Her soft fingers tenderly caressed his prick while she stared at him.

            “Good,” she said softly, watching him breathe heavily.

As his breathing slowed she leaned forward and kissed his neck then slowly worked her way down his to his chest where she nibbled lightly on his nipples while her hands worked his cock. His breathing changed again and he grew stiff in her hands. She watched his already large prick grow enormous in her tiny hands while she kissed and nibbled on his chest and played with his cock and balls. When she felt his balls tightening she released her grip on him and moved away. His eyes snapped open and he watched in silent agony as she walked into the darkness.

 

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Conner had almost drifted off to sleep in his misery when he heard a sound and jerked completely awake to find a large, powerfully built black man towering over him. The man leaned down and opened the shackles holding Conner’s wrists to the wall.

“Lean forward,” the man said in a deep, rich baritone voice.

“Who –”

“You must not speak,” the man interrupted him. “I am called Cree. I was sent to take you to be cleaned.”

“Where –”

“You must not speak. If you speak I was instructed to gag you.”

Conner held his tongue and bent forward at the waist as far as he could since his neck was still attached to the wall. Cree slowly lowered his arms and moved them to refasten his restraints behind his back. His shoulder muscles screamed in pain at the movement after being held in one position for so long.

“How long have I been here?” Conner asked.

“Please, no speaking,” Cree insisted. “Once more and I will gag you.”

Cree grasped Conner’s shoulder and pulled him upright, back against the wall again. He then moved to Conner’s feet and unlatched the manacle of his right foot from the floor. He fastened a short chain to the manacle and slowly pulled Conner’s leg toward his still-bound left leg. He fastened the chain to the manacle on Conner’s left leg and released his foot from the floor. He then moved back to Conner’s trapped neck and fastened a leash to the collar around Conner’s neck before releasing him from the wall.

“Come,” Cree said.

Conner struggled to get up from the cement floor. His muscles were stiff from the stationary position he’d been trapped in and being bound in such a way made it difficult to rise. Cree put a hand on his elbow and helped him to his feet. Then Cree took the end of the leash in his massive right hand and led Conner forward. Conner quickly found that he had to walk with a shuffling gait to keep from tripping himself in the legirons. He was used to walking with a long, confident stride, not this shorter, confined stride. He was led to an elevator and directed inside. Cree took him up three floors then once again led him forward. The plush surroundings did not go unnoticed by Conner. Who ever his captor was, she definitely was in the upper-echelon of the city’s wealthy.

“You will bathe here,” Cree announced.

Conner was astonished. The bathroom he had been led to was incredible. A large sunken tub dominated the center of the pale blue room. The tub was already filled to with hot water. Conner could see the steam rising from it and he caught a sweet scent in the air. Probably something in the water, he thought, some kind of bathoil or something. Cree led him to the tub and motioned for him to sit on a low stool next to it. Conner sat down and waited. Cree knelt in front of him and removed the legirons from his ankles. He laid them aside the moved to release Conner’s arms as well.

“Get in the tub now, please,” Cree said.

Conner looked up at the other man suspiciously as he rubbed his sore wrists. Slowly, he got to his feet and started forward, toward the sunken tub. Cree followed him closely. As Conner descended the steps into the tub he noticed a built-in bench running completely around the tub with small notches equal distances around the wall of the tub at the rim. When he was standing on the floor of the tub he felt a tug on the collar around his neck. He turned to see Cree locking the leash attached to his collar into on of the notches at the tub rim.

“You can relax and bathe for a little while. Mistress may be in later.” Cree nodded at him then disappeared back through the door they had entered through.

Conner was alone again. He slowly sank down in the warm water and sat down on the bench seat. Surprisingly, he found it quite comfortable to sit on. It seemed to covered with some type of padded material. He felt along the edge but could find no seams. Leaning back against the wall of the tub he stretched his legs out in the hot water.

“Bathe?” he asked aloud of no one.

He glanced around at his immediate surroundings and noticed a soap dish nearby. He reached toward it and found he could just reach its contents. Hanging on a small rod at the rim of the tub was a large, heavy washcloth. He reached out and grasped it. Using the procured items he started to wash the dirt and grime of his cellar captivity from his well-muscled body. Once he was satisfied that all the dirt was gone and he felt clean again he laid the soap and washcloth aside then leaned back and enjoyed the warmth of the water.

Conner’s eyes flicked open at the sound and feel of bubbles lapping around him. He jerked his head away from the tile floor where he’d rested it and looked around. He still sat in the sunken tub and the water was still hot so he hadn’t slept long. But now it ebbed and bubbled furiously like some kind of wild whirlpool. His head swiveled around and he finally saw a tiny, petite form standing on the opposite side of the tub at one end.

Her face was still covered by a mask but her uxorious auburn hair fell in waves around her body. A black silk robe was wrapped tightly around her and belted at her tiny waist. She stared down at him, a small smile playing about her lips.

“Feeling better?” she finally asked.

“Am I allowed to answer that?” he replied.

“Only if you address me properly.” She walked to the edge of the tub and dropped her robe.

He couldn’t help himself, he gasped at what he saw. She was absolutely exquisite. His eyes were riveted to her taut body as she entered the water, her hair fanning out on the water behind her. She walked around the tub, eventually ending up next to him but just out of his reach. He stared, mesmerized, as the water bubbled under and around her breasts.

“Are you feeling better now?” she asked again.

His eyes trailed up her body to stare into her green ones.

“Yes,” he whispered, adding “Mistress.”

Conner’s eyes never left her as she swayed softly in front of him.

“Good because you’ll be feeling worse again in a little while.” She smiled sweetly at him as she said this.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at her.

“I have lots of plans for you, pet. They’ll all be fun for me but I’m not so sure you’ll find them as amusing.”

“Wh –”

She held up her hand with one finger aloft. “Ah-ah-ah. I don’t remember giving you permission to speak and I don’t think my memory is that bad yet.”

Conner looked pointed at her empty hands and winked.

“What exactly are your plans? How long have I been here anyway?”

She ignored him as she moved to the closest end of the tub and reached into a basket sitting close to the edge of the tub. She slowly moved back to stand in front of him again and held up a small remote then pressed a button on it. His eyes grew large when he felt a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. His hands went automatically to the collar around his neck.

“Don’t push me, pet. I’d hate to drown you.”

Conner stared at her in frustration, hatred and terror. He couldn’t move even when he heard a noise behind him. When he finally gained control of his emotions he turned his head enough to keep her in his line of sight but also see what was going on behind him. Cree was setting up some kind of massage table in the room behind him. Conner turned his full attention back to her.

She laid the remote on the tile floor behind her and moved forward, toward Conner’s trapped body. Her fingertips traced lightly up over his chest and down his arms. There was a slight wave in the water when she gave a little jump and suddenly she was sitting on his lap, her legs straddling his. He could feel himself start to stiffen. He knew she felt it to when she giggled.

“You’re so easy, pet.”

He opened his mouth to reply but the put her right forefinger over his lips to silence him.

“Shhh. You talk too much. Must I strap a cock gag in your mouth to keep you silent?”

His eyes narrowed and he shook his head from side to side. She smiled again.

“Good. I like having your mouth available for kissing.”

She leaned forward and covered his lips with hers.

Conner decided he even though he wasn’t sure what game she was playing, he would go along with it long enough to get between those silky-smooth legs of hers. God, those creamy thighs and that gorgeous pussy will be worth all this, he thought as his tongue dueled with hers.

She pulled away from him and scooted back on his lap far enough to reach between them and grasp his prick in her hands. Her fingers gingerly caressed, rubbed, pulled and worked his rod to a full erection before she finally stopped. He was disappointed when she climbed from his lap and the water then began drying herself off. Once she was dry Cree unfastened Conner’s leash from the edge of the tub and tugged on it.

“You must come out now,” Cree insisted.

Conner stood up and climbed from the water. When he reached for a towel she slapped his hand away and took it herself. She used the towel to dry his arms and torso then slowly moved down his body, drying the water from him. She took special care to dry his ass, genitals and between his legs. He held her shoulders as she dried his feet. When he was dry Cree led him by his leash to the massage table. As he approached it he noticed it was actually a modified massage table. It had handcuffs and anklecuffs built on to it and it was much wider than a typical massage table.

“Get on the table, please,” Cree instructed. “On your stomach.”

Conner glanced over his should at the petite woman standing behind him. Then he cautiously climbed onto the table. He laid his head in the hole meant for this and tried to relax. He started to panic a bit when Cree pulled his arms apart and fastened one of the handcuffs around his left wrist.

“Don’t struggle,” Cree instructed him.

A hand smacked hard against his ass as Cree spoke. He jerked from the impact of the strike then settled down again. Cree locked his other wrist into the remaining handcuff. The big black man disappeared from his view but he soon felt the man’s hands on his legs. Cree was fastening the other cuffs around his ankles. When he again started to struggle a hand came down savagely against his bare buttocks. He immediately stopped struggling but the tiny woman gave him an extra smack as a reminder. Once the cuffs were all locked Cree also fastened the collar to the table making Conner practically immobile.

He immediately felt her hands roaming over his body. Her touch was firm but gentle, awakening a passion in him. Suddenly, he felt something cold and wet on his ass cheeks. He grunted and jerked, trying to pull away. Her breath was warm against his ear.

“Lie still or I’ll have to punish you again,” she whispered.

Her fingers smoothed the cool gel around his ass and into his asshole. He grunted and bit his lip, trying to stay quiet.

“No!” he growled when her finger slid into his ass.

A hard smack across his shoulders with the riding crop was his reward. His arms flexed against the wrist restraints as she continued to move her finger in and out of his asshole. He clenched his fists and his fingernails bit into soft flesh when she shoved a second finger into his asshole.

“You men always want to fuck women in the ass. How’s it feel, pet?”

He grunted in response. She struck him across the shoulders with the riding crop again.

“How’s it feel, pet?” she demanded, shoving her fingers up his ass as far as she could get them.

“It – hurts – Mistress,” Conner finally groaned through gritted teeth.

She leaned down over him without removing her fingers from his ass and put her lips against his ear.

“Good, pet. It’ll hurt worse in a minute, when I stick your fucking tail up your ass.”

She stood up and pulled her fingers from his ass. His relief was short-lived though. He immediately felt something hard and thicker poking at his anal entrance. God, what the hell is she doing? he wondered desperately. He felt a round ball-like object finally push past his sphincter and a short rod pass up his anal canal. Then he felt something soft slide up the outside of his ass along his spine and something fluttered against his back. He heard running water then her hands were running through his hair.

“All done, pet. At least on the back. Now we’ll do the front and then we’ll be finished for tonight.”

He felt her nibble on his ear then her tongue was in his ear. His prick started to harden again. Cree freed his ankles from their restraints then moved to his wrists.

“Sit up,” Cree instructed him once he was free of the restraints.

Conner slowly moved around on the table and sat up. He definitely felt strange though. Something was still lodged in his ass. He started to look over his shoulder to see what was tickling his back when Cree reached forward and placed cuffs on his wrists again. His arms were locked across each other this time then pulled up so his hands were pressed to his chest. Cree then ran a long chain over his shoulder and fastened it to the table behind him. The tiny auburn-haired woman was standing in front on him now, staring at him.

“You’re gorgeous, pet.” He stared at her in defiance. “I know you’ve heard that probably a thousand times before from as many women. This time, however, the woman is in charge.”

She smiled up at him as she knelt between his legs.

“Wh –”

She smacked him hard on the inner thigh just below his groin.

He let out a frustrated sigh and stared at her in anger. Cree cuffed Conner’s left ankle and pulled it away from her then attached his foot to a leg of the table. He moved to the other side and repeated his movements with Conner’s right ankle. When he was finished the woman reached up and slipped a leather strap around Conner’s cock and balls, dividing them and fastening it tightly around his genitals. She added a tiny padlock then clipped a long leash to the thing as well. The clip on the leash had a combination lock which she turned so the numbers were unaligned and the thing locked in place.

Cree unlocked his ankles then locked his wrists behind his back. He felt something soft and feathery tickling his hands and wondered what the hell they’d done to him. Cree silently crept from the room and the woman led him around the sunken tub through a door on the other side into a large, dark bedroom. The bed drew Conner’s eyes as it sat on a dais in the center of the room and was covered in black satin. Mirrors cover the walls and as Conner looked around he stopped abruptly.

“Christ!” He said in alarm.

She stopped and turned to look at him, her green eyes full of amusement.

“Why not, pet? You men have your pony girls.”

Conner suddenly felt sick. He stared at his reflection. His proud, well-muscled 6’6” frame stood fully erect. His thick black hair was mussed but still looked acceptable. It was the fucking horse tail sticking out of his ass that bothered him along with the leash attached to his cock. This had to stop. Her little game had gone quite far enough. He set his jaw and turned cold eyes on her.

“Don’t even think about it, pet. You might be bigger than me and even outweigh me, but I have my hands to use and you don’t. I’ll pull you fucking balls off if you try anything. And don’t forget your collar either. I have several remotes for it throughout the house. I could electrocute you if I really wanted to.”

“Why?” he hissed.

“You killed my husband,” she said simply. “Since you took my lover, my friend, my life away, you’ll have to do as far as sex. The rest, well, he’s irreplaceable.” She looked away from him. “At least I have a fuck toy now.”

She yanked on the leash and he stumbled forward from the pressure on his balls. He unwillingly followed her to the bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling down on his leash as she sat.

“On your knees, pet.”

He knelt because she gave him no choice. She pulled the leash forward, forcing his to shuffle forward on his knees, until she could lock it into place on bedrail. She laid back on the bed and spread her legs in front of his face.

“Lick me. Eat me. Make me feel good.”

She waited a few minutes and when he didn’t follow her instructions she picked up the remote laying on the bed next to her and pressed a button. He jerked spasmodically and stifled a groan. When she finally released the button he fell forward into her waiting snatch, breathing hard.

“Do it,” she ordered.

She waited a few seconds for him to catch his breath. She was ready to press the button again when she felt his tongue against her slit.

“This is your life now, pet,” she crooned to him as he licked her. “Get used to it. No one will come for you. You are completely mine now. I own you, Conner Web. You are my pet to use however I want. Satisfy me well and I might decide to be gentle with you.”

She felt his tongue slip into her slit and then vibrate quickly against her clit.

“I meant what I said earlier. You can’t cum until I say you can. And you can’t cum until I do.”

He sucked her clit into his mouth and gently nipped it.

“Oh,” she moaned. “At least you know how to do something,” she whispered.

He snuck a peek at her from under his lashes as he continued to nip and suck at her clit. He let his tongue play along her cunt, caressing it, before he shoved his tongue inside her ad sucked her clit again.

“Oh, yeah, God, yeah.”

Conner moaned low in his throat as he pushed his tongue into her pussy again. Then he sucked her clit between his teeth and gently nipped it, moan low again.

“Oh, God!” she cried as she squeezed her legs closed around his head, cumming hard on his mouth. He sucked down her sweet nectar as she filled his mouth with her cum.

Her legs finally relaxed and he sat back on his heels listening to her breathing return to normal. When she eventually sat up he wasn’t sure what to expect. She reached down and released his leash from the bedrail and pulled him by his arms onto the bed, pushing him down on his back. He moaned when the tail moved in his ass. She reached down, unlocked the padlock and removed the leather separator from around his cock and balls. He already felt better. Then she climbed on top of him and started working his prick with her hands. She had him erect in seconds.

“You’re going to fuck me, pet,” she said as she stared into his eyes.

He didn’t even try to argue. She moved to slowly his hard rod at her hot entrance then she leisurely slid down his pole, inserting it inside herself. Her warm, wet slit felt wonderfully tight around him and he soon lost himself in the feeling. The strangeness of the tail up his ass was soon forgotten in the heat of their fucking. She rode him hot and hard, bouncing up and down above him on the bed. Her fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples as she danced on his cock. He was almost ready to explode when she stopped and laid down on top of him. She reached across the bed and pulled a vibrator from the drawer of the stand next to the bed. Without moving on his hard rod she placed the vibrator against her clit and turned it on. The vibrations drove him crazy and she immediately started to squirm again. They were soon humping up and down in rhythm together. Abruptly, she screamed out her orgasm as he exploded inside of her, filling her with his hot jism. Her vaginal walls contracted around his cock squeezing out all the juice he had to offer. She finally fell over on top of him and cradled his head between her hands, her head on his shoulder.

“Very good, pet, very good,” she crooned.

            April headed downstairs, her well-groomed white-gloved hand skimming along the length of the rail until she found herself at the first story of the tavern.  There she saw Bruce behind the bar, staring right at her, as if he had been expecting her the entire time.  He was dressed in a tux, and stood next to a man in a long black robe.  Bruce had an obvious hard-on accompanying his lustful grin, and when the robed man caught glimpse of April, he too developed a hard-on.

            She looked stunning.  Her vibrant skin was highlighted by the vague sheathing of her body.  She wore a stretchy lace and fishnet soft cup bustier, which was pulled taut by the white clips that also held up her soft white stockings.  She toyed at her long, loosely curled blond tresses, which framed her delicately veiled face and fell to the waistband of her white thong.

            “Well, my beautiful bride, this was the best I could do on such short notice.  You look so sexy, dressed up for me.”

            She turned slightly red, noticing her well-curved body was on display for not only Bruce, but also a minister.

            She warily approached them, both of the men hungrily eying her as her breasts bounced slightly with each movement.

            “Well, April, you have made both of our cocks so hard with your wonderful tits and your shapely body.  You won’t have to fuck both of us today, but you will be fucked.  Let’s hurry this up so that we can consummate our marriage.”

            She stood beside Bruce, who did not lovingly take her hand, but hooked his hand inside of her waistband and cupped his hand over the nearest globe of her ass.

            “Can we hurry this, please, Michael?”

            The minister nodded and flipped through the small book he held in his hand before just putting it down on the bar to his side.  “Would you just like to take your vows?”

            Bruce nodded, then looked to April.  “I, Bruce, take thee, April, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to keep for my pleasure, for as long as we both shall live.”

            He had fed her the vows he wanted her to speak the night before, and had instructed her to memorize them.  A tear trickled down her cheek as she fought with herself, not wanting to speak the boorish words he wished her to speak, knowing she had no choice.

            “I, April, take thee, Bruce, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to pleasure your cock, to bathe myself in and consume your cum, to service your every whim, to, err…”

            She hesitated, eliciting a glare from Bruce, who painfully squeezed her ass to inspire her to continue.

            “To present my body in a whorish fashion, to allow full access to the entirety of my flesh and the depths of my orifices for penetration or any other treatment which you may require, to always ensure that you blow your load, even at the expense of my own pleasure, for as long as we both shall live.”

            The minister smiled evilly, his erection very obviously twitching underneath the robe.

            “By the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife, yadda yadda.  Now, go on, love birds, and I shall be on my way.”  He extended his hand to Bruce.  “She’s a hot one.  You’re a lucky son of a bitch.”

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            Bruce laid April down onto his bed, lavishly covered with black satin, and removed the jacket of his tuxedo, shoes, and socks, tossing them to the side.  The sound of the thump of the shoes against the wall caused her to look over to the side, then she spotted a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice on the bedside table, along with two champagne flutes, a corkscrew, and an unlabeled bottle.

            Bruce started unbuttoning his shirt, then removed it after loosening his bowtie, shucking those to the side, as well, then rapidly removed his cummerbund, pants, and underwear.  He seemed to be in a pretty big hurry.

            April looked back to him with worry, her eyes locked on his large and hardened cock.

            “Remove your veil, baby.”  She did so, delicately placing it on the bedside table.  “Good girl.”  He crawled onto the bed, situating himself in a lying position on his side, putting his hand on her stomach.  “I know you’ve already lost your virginity, but I thought you could still wear white because you haven’t yet lost your anal virginity.”

            Her eyes grew wide and she took a deep, fearful breath, which made him laugh.  “You vowed, baby.  Every orifice I wish to lavish attention on.”  His hand traveled down her stomach and onto her mons, then over to her hip where he unclipped one of the bands that connected her bustier to her stockings.  He then did the other one, and resituated himself so that he could remove the delicate leggings.  “Don’t worry.  I’ll give your hungry pussy attention, too.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you, whore?”

            “Please, I don’t want to do this.”  Her big blue eyes looked up at him pleadingly.

            “You’ll love it, baby.  And it’s not like it really matters, because you also vowed to make me cum at the expense of your own pleasure.”  He straddled her, lifting up her bustier, motioning for her to sit up briefly so he could remove it.  Once it was removed, his hands came to her breasts, softly cupping the mounds and moving them in circles.  His eyes closed against the pleasure he got just from enjoying her tits.  “Mmmm.”

            His already steel cock stiffened and lengthened even more as it rested against her stomach.  “Ohhh, yeahhh.”  His fingers zeroed in on their pink targets, painfully pinching April’s delicate nipples, making her close her eyes and arc her back as she moaned in pain.

            “Alright, baby, let’s get these silly panties off,” he spoke, almost in a whisper.  He moved off of her and reached under the small of her back, easing her lower body up as he peeled the g-string from her body, displaying her bare pussy.

            She began trembling, naked save for the gloves on her hands.  “How about some champagne?”  He knew April was a booze hound, so he wasn’t surprised that once he uncorked the bottle and poured their two glasses, she immediately downed her own and half of the bottle.  “That’s okay.  You’re loose when you’re drunk.”

            She whimpered softly at the humiliating words he spoke, then put the bottle back on the table.

            He watched her in her nude state as he patiently sipped down a few glasses of the alcohol, leaving about a fourth of the bottle left.  He held it up and swirled it a bit to gauge the level left.  “Perfect.”  He turned his visual attention to her again.  “Now, slut, I need you to scoot to the bottom of the bed.”  She hesitated, but did so, not wanting to incur any punishments, at least not on the first day of being a slave.  She was buzzed, no doubt, and, as he had said, much more willing to fuck.

            He got off the bed with the bottle of champagne in hand and moved to the foot of the bed.  “Now, lift up your hips and spread your legs.”  She lifted her pelvis off the bed, bracing her feet on the edge, spread as far as she could in her position.  He smiled softly, reaching forward to swipe his index finger along the length of her pussy slit.  He swiftly found her clit and gently circled it, watching her sway her hips back and forth with a pleasured moan.  “That’s it, whore.”  He moved the bottle neck to her opening and quickly shoved it in, releasing her clit and circling her hips in his arm so he could angle her and let the sizzling liquid seep into her cunt. 

She yelped and whimpered in protest.  It was cold, the feeling of being filled with liquid unexpectedly was uncomfortable, and she protested by squeezing her vaginal walls, and the liquid spilled out, coursing down her ass cheeks and into her ass crack.  “You fucking drunk bitch.”  He smirked.  “You love your fucking drink, don’t you, bitch?  And you love your fucking cunt filled.”

Having gotten used to the feeling, and actually enjoying it, April used one of her arms to hold her legs up, closing them, but spreading the plane of her pussy so Bruce could teasingly pump the bottle neck in and out of her pussy.  “There we go.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, her eyes shut lightly as her head nuzzled into the plush of the bed.

Bruce lightly slapped at her thighs, and she let them down and splayed them to the side.  He sped up the penetrations into her dripping twat and reached up with his free hand to play with her tits.  “Oh, yeah.”

She whimpered softly, putting her newly freed hand up near her head, baring her body for his pleasure.

When he noticed her pleasure mounting, he let the bottle slip out of her pussy and across her perineum, venturing into the crinkle of her ass.  He stopped playing with her tits so he could restrain her should she try to get away. 

She yelped, her eyes flying wide open.  “Please don’t!”

“Shut up, bitch.  If you’re going to beg at all, it better be for me to use you.”

She shut up, not wanting to egg him on, but she still looked conflicted.  He wasn’t moving the bottle, but he could at any moment.  Her ass muscles were tightening to try to expel it, but he held it in firmly.  “Actually, I like the thought of your begging.  So, whore, go ahead.  Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please, fuck me, Bruce.”  She was monotonous.

He violently pumped the bottle in her ass several times, then quickly moved it back to her pussy, where he slowly and torturously began pumping her again.  “Say it like you mean it, whore.  You want to cum?”

Now that the bottle was back in her cunt, she enjoyed the feelings again.  The slow, deliberate movements helped her to start mounting her arousal again.  She spoke with renewed fervor.  “Please!  Oh, yes, please fuck me.  Fuck my pussy with the fucking bottle.”

“There we go,” he cooed.  “There you go, baby.”  She started moving her body against the neck of the bottle with a groan, pushing it deeper.  “That’s it.”

Bruce made a few very deep penetrations into her cunt.  “If you want to cum, you have to keep begging, slut.”

“Please, can I cum?”  Her breathing was deepening and speeding up.

“What do you call me?”

“Please, master, can I cum?”  She whimpered softly when he sped up the fucking of her pussy.

“What do you want me to do after you cum, baby?”

She groaned softly, “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do, bitch.”  He pushed the bottle deep, not moving it.  “You have to beg me.”

“Please, after I cum, can you fuck me in the ass?”  She went red with embarrassment, hoping she had chosen adequate words.

“Of course, baby.”  He started the pumping again.  “And you may cum.”  He sped it up, feeling resistance as her pussy muscles started squeezing back in pleasure.

“Mmmm, ahhhhh,” she moaned, rocking her hips back and forth to help get the bottle deeper.

“Oh, yes, baby,” he groaned, feeling the immense strain in his cock as she fucked the bottle.

“Oh, yeah!” she responded, clutching the bed as he continued to fuck her.

“Yeah, baby,” he cooed, pleased with her performance.

“Mmmm, ohhh yeahhhh!” she called as she came, her muscles clenching tightly onto the bottle.  “Fuck yeah,” she gasped as she slumped back against the bed.

“Mmmmm,” Bruce murmured as he slowly twisted the bottle and pulled it from her cunt.  “Oh, yeah, whore.  What a good girl you are.”  He patted her pussy with pride in his little slut, and she jumped slightly after the intensity of her orgasm.  “Did you like that, whore?”

She whimpered softly in humiliation.  “Yes, master.”

“You ready to get assfucked, slut?”

She groaned softly, “I’m scared, master.”  She bit down on her lip.

“Don’t be scared, baby.  It’s just a cock up your tight little ass.”

“But your cock is so big, master.”  She thought he might like to hear that.

She was right.  His chest swelled with pride and he stroked the length of his large dick a few times.  “I know, baby, and you’re so tight, but we have to do it.  You’re my wife, and you’ve already lost your oral and pussy virginities.  Don’t you want to give your master your anal virginity?”

“Yes, master,” she lied.  “What do I have to do?”

He snaked his hand forward and gave her clit a sharp pinch, making her yelp.  “I need you to get on your hands and knees in the center of the bed.  Since it’s your first time, I promise I won’t hurt you too badly.”

He brought the bottle back over to the bedside table, placing it down, picking up the bottle of oil and mounting the bed.  April had obediently gotten into the position he required of her.

He flipped open the tube of oil and drizzled it onto the crack of her ass, letting it ooze downward, then he rubbed his index finger along the crack, hooking the tip into her asshole.  She groaned in discomfort.

“Oh, yeah,” Bruce said, slipping his finger in all the way.  “Can you tighten on my finger, baby?”  She bore down, increasing the pressure on his finger.  “Oh, yeahhhhhhh,” he responded.  He watched her ass prettily constrict and relax around his finger rhythmically, rubbing one of her ass cheeks to display his pleasure.  “Look at that.  What a dirty little whore.”

April was clenching her teeth, gritting them against the penetrative discomfort in her asshole, merely performing to prevent any sort of punishment from being laid down upon her.  She slammed her head into the bed as she felt a second finger pop into her ass.

“You’re such a good girl.”

“Fuck my ass, please.”  She sounded meek.

“Oh, yeah!” he grinned, pleased to see her going above and beyond what he asked of her.  He wiggled the fingers, then started forcefully moving them from side to side, loosening her.  He then started moving them more quickly, shaking them violently, causing her to arc her back in pain and let out a scream.  “Yeah, baby!”  He pulled them out suddenly, getting up behind her and mounting her.

He slid his raging hard-on into her ass slowly, feeling her jerking and barking in pain.  He used one hand to hold himself up on the bed, leaving the other one free to soothingly stroke along April’s tummy.  “It’s okay, baby.  You’re being very good.  You’re being a very good slut.”

“It hurts, master,” she whined as he continued to slide into her, her body trembling as he was fully in her.

“I know, cunt,” he said, slowly working his dick up and down into her hole, continuing to rub along her stomach.  “It has to be done.”

He pumped a few times, then pushed deep inside of her, relishing in the sounds of her pain.  “Now push it.”  She bore down on his dick, massaging the length of his shaft, making him moan, his eyes squinting shut.  “Yeah, that’s it.”

He pulled out of her, moving his hands to her ass cheeks, pushing down on them to spread them apart and show her gaping hole.  “You want some cock?”

“Uh-huh,” she whimpered, relieved that her ass was empty.

“Say it, bitch.”

“I want your cock up my ass.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please!  Fuck my ass!”

He instructed her to fold one of her arms behind her back.  He pressed down on it, slamming his dick into her ass again.  He pumped her roughly, eventually releasing her arm to grip onto her ass cheeks.  She gained traction by dropping her arm down and gripping onto the bed.

Bruce reached underneath her with both arms, ceasing his pumping so he could flip them over.  He lay down, situating her on top, her feet on his thighs and her hands by his sides.  “Ride my cock.”

She began moving along his dick, aided by his hands propped against her back.  She was whimpering and moaning with pain.  “It’s okay,” he cooed, not really consoling her at all.

He started roughly pounding up into her, yelling louder than she, “I wanna fuck that ass, baby!”

Unsettled by the rough fucking, April’s arms gave way and she fell back against Bruce’s chest.  He continued to fuck her, but slightly gentler, one hand moving down to gently grasp an ass cheek, the other moving to a gyrating breast.  When he squeezed it, April moaned in pleasure, her ass massaging his cock inside of her.  He groaned, throwing his head back, eyes shut.  “Yeah.  Ohhhh, yessss.”

“Ohhh, god,” moaned April, also closing her eyes, surprised to actually feel an oncoming orgasm creeping up on her.

“Yes, baby,” moaned Bruce, lengthening his strokes.

“Oh, yeahhhh,” she responded as she began to shake.

“Oh, fuck yeah!” he cried, quickening his pace as he felt his load loosening in his balls.

“Fuck me!”

“Yeah, baby!”

She started crying out in staccato bursts, letting out a final scream as she came on top of him, clamping down on his dick.  This caused him to swiftly follow with his own orgasm.

“Fuck yeah!” he called as he blew his load into her ass, pounding several times before his dick was limp in her ass.

“What do you say, bitch?”

“Thank you, master.”  She gasped to catch her breath.  “Thank you for fucking my ass.”

It was a beautiful summer’s day, and as I’d got the day off work, Brian said he’d sort out his workload, so he could meet me at the house, some time around mid-day. We were going out there to see how the house was progressing; they had supposedly got the roof tiled, so by now I would be able to see the building really taking shape. He said meeting him at 12:00 o’clock would give me time to do some shopping before I made my way out to the house. He was also insistent that I took my mom along with me, this I found a bit irritating. Not that I minded my mom coming with me, but it was as though he didn’t trust me on my own out there with the builders.

He, of course, said he just didn’t trust these rough country types. See my Brian came from a well-to-do family in Harrogate, and he did have this attitude of looking down on people who only did manual jobs. So dutifully I’d asked my mom, and she said that although she needed to go to the doctors in the morning, she’d meet me out at the house by 12 o’clock.

Now another thing Brian had given me orders on was what to wear, or to be more accurate, “I don’t want you arriving up there with nothing on.”
“What are you on about?”
“You know what I mean, its ok you lounging about out here (we were in my mom’s back garden) soaking up the sun showing off your belly button, but make sure you put something a bit more respectable on when you go up there.  I don’t want all those men leering at you.”  He could be such an old fuddy-duddy at times, it wasn’t as though I was naked; I’d got a bikini on.  And anyway, I wouldn’t have gone out dressed in just a bikini.

I had a lazy morning, getting up late, and as he’d said, I did some shopping.  But before I set out to the house, I returned home to get changed.  Even by 10:30 the sun had lifted the temperature up into the 80’s, and my little car was like an oven.  So regardless of Brian and his instructions, I put on a little tennis blouse and skirt I’d just bought.  Ok it was skimpy, but in this weather, it just felt right. 

It was about 11:00 and I was making my way out from Ashbourne, the small town where I lived at present, along the very narrow roads, into the Dove Dale valley.  The skies suddenly turn black, and I knew we were in for a violent lightning storm. Then the rain came crashing down, hitting the screen of my car so hard, I thought it would break.

I had to stop the car, it was impossible to see the road in front of me.  The lightning was whitening the sky over the tops of the hills to the left side of my car, and then a few seconds later would come the crash of thunder.  The nearest strike was about 5 seconds away, and as suddenly as it had started, the rain stopped.  It had only lasted about five minutes, and now everywhere was eerily silent, apart from the occasional rumble of thunder in the distance, and the sound of the water dripping from the trees at the side of the road.

I resumed my journey, going very carefully, as in places there were streams of water taking short-cuts across the road.  Nothing very deep; but never the less, it was still a little unnerving.  The rain storm was still going strong at the other end of the valley behind me, but where I was, the sun was making clouds of steam rise from the roads.  I was only about 3 miles from our new house, but the small stream that would normally be gently meandering its way alongside the road, was now running quite wild.

And with every minute that passed by, it got wilder, and in places actually was up to the level of the road surface. The speed the water was flowing at was actually getting quite frightening, as it carried all sorts of debris along in its path.  But now I was turning from the road onto the small track that leads up the side of the valley to where our new house is being built, I began to feel a little easier, knowing I was climbing up away from its angry noise.

As my little car climbed higher, I got a better overall view of the valley, and a cold shiver went down my spine.  The road I’d just arrived by was no longer in sight and the little stream was a raging river, at least 50 feet wide. It didn’t seem somehow real; I was in bright sunlight with a flood tearing its way along the valley bottom, and only a few miles away at the end of the valley the skies were black as your hat!

Then as I turned the sharp bend in the track, standing so big and magnificent was my new dream house.  Ok the gardens around it were like a building site, but the house was like something out of a magazine.  I stopped the car, and almost cried.  To think that in only a few short months, I’d be living there.  Then as I looked back down into the valley, I thanked god that I’d arrived when I did.

I started the car and slowly made my way into what would soon be my drive, and stopped by the builders vans.  There were three vans, a lorry and two cars.  I knew we had a few men working on the place, but I never realised there was that many.  At least five of them were standing in the main lounge, leaning out of the window frame. I say frame, as there was no glass in the building yet. With three more, doing the same, out of one of the upstairs bedroom windows.

I opened my car door, swung my legs out onto the sill, but stopped before putting them to the ground.  The uneven ground that led to the house was a quagmire of muddy puddles and building materials of all sorts.  I know building sites are untidy and dangerous at the best of times, but now with all this water about, I couldn’t think how I could negotiate my way to the house.

“Hang-on love.”
One of the men was splashing his way, striding from one pile of rubble to another, occasionally his foot would slip into a puddle, but with his big builder’s boots on, he didn’t look concerned.

Then he was at my open car door. 
“I guess you’ll be the Mrs Howard to be?”
“Yes. But I’m not a Howard yet, and anyway, you can call me Kate. Are you Mr Johnson?”
“That’s me, but you just call me Stan. I’m the one building your little love nest for you.  Well what do you make of this then?  It’s a rum old storm and no mistake.  Looks like you only just got off that valley road in the nick of time. We’ve been a watching you make your way along the valley.  There’s one thing for sure, there won’t be anyone using that road again today.  I shouldn’t wonder we’ll all be marooned out here until tomorrow.”

I hadn’t thought that far ahead, and when he said it, I suddenly realised how serious this was.  A few minutes later, and me and my little car could have been swept away never to be found again.  A sudden wave of fear came over me, and I began to shake. 
“Here my dear. Come-on don’t fret, you’ll be safe up here.”
He’d knelt down, bent forwards into the car, and taken hold of me around my shoulders, pulling me to his chest.  I had turned into a gibbering wreck; I just let my face bury itself into his shoulder, and began blubbering like a baby. 

“That’s right my dear, you let it all out, I bet that gave you a right old scare. Here, take my hanky, it ain’t the cleanest, but it’ll dry them tears for you.”
He was so patient and kind, kneeling in a big muddy puddle, just to comfort me. And I had no idea why I was crying, I hadn’t been hurt. But gradually I did sort of come to my senses, and started to take in the situation.
“How’s that, feel a bit better now?”

This man was very well built, with a chest as broad as an ox, and a naked chest at that.  He’d got a pair of old jeans on, that had been cut off to make shorts, but the bottom of the legs were all frayed, making a frill of cotton threads.  As I’d said, the sun was still shining here, and even with the sudden rain storm, the temperature was still soaring.  But as he knelt there in front of me, I realised I could see the end of his cock through the veil of cotton threads.  I, of course, looked away, but no way could I get the sight from my mind.

No matter what he was saying, my eyes kept straying back to get a look.  It was only the head of his cock, but such a big fat head, and it was as though the one eye was looking back at me.
“Are you feeling better now?”
I suddenly came to my senses, and realised he was talking to me.
“Yes, yes thank you. I don’t know what came over me.”

Now I’d gone from gibbering wreck, to bitch on heat. And as well as the heat I could feel in my neck and face, my tummy was all butterflies, and my pussy began to pulsate.
“You look like you could do with a lie down.” 
Well he was right about that, and I needed him lying down on top of me! But I could hardly tell him that. 
“No I’ll be alright, sorry; I don’t know why I broke down like that.” 
“It’s only natural my dear, its not every day you come that close to meeting your maker.  But it’s all over now.  Look here's some of the lads coming; they’ll give me a hand to get you inside.”

“Is she ok boss?”
He was right, we were being joined by at least five more men, all like him, well built, and dressed in only ragged looking shorts.  But as they arrived at the car door, I noticed their eyes were all focused as one, and the target for their attention was my crotch.  I then realised I was still sitting with my feet perched on the door sill, but with all the attention Stan had been giving me, my knees had fallen open to allow him to get close enough to comfort me.  As I told you, I’d been home and changed into a little tennis outfit I’d just bought, it was a loose fitting cotton blouse, with a short cotton skirt with built-in knickers.  But at least the knickers were reasonably cut so they did protect my modesty as I sat there with all eyes focused.  At this point, I was glad I’d at least paid token attention to Brian’s advice; maybe he wasn’t such a fuddy duddy after all.

“Yes she’ll be ok, but we need to carry her to the house.”
“No, I’m ok, I can walk.”
“Don’t be silly Kate, you’ll get yourself plastered. Anyway, without boots on, you never know what you might get your feet caught on. I don’t suppose you fancy a fire-mans lift?”
“What’s one of them?”
“You know, I’ll bend down, and you just lean over my shoulder.”
I didn’t get time to answer, but my expression must have said it all.
“Ok I’ll take that as a no.”

“We could take a leg each, and Kate could put her arms around our shoulders.”  Came the suggestion from one of his men.
“What about putting an old sack in the wheelbarrow, and she could sit in there?”  Came another man’s suggestion.
“You could have an idea there; but it’d be very hard on her bottom, and she'd get all mucked up. But if I sat in the barrow, she could sit on my lap.”  Was Stan’s solution. 
I didn’t like the idea of being slung over his shoulder, or being carried by two men with my legs held wide apart.  But sitting on his lap, with that big fat cock touching my legs was definitely a no no.

So instead, I made my own suggestion, “I’ve got an old travel blanket in the back of my car, if I put that in your barrow, it should be ok for that distance.” 
“Ok Jim, get the barrow, and make sure you put a few empty cement sacks in there first.  Right Kate, where’s this blanket?”
I knelt up onto my seat, and stretched over the back to get the blanket.  Then as I turned back and gave it to Stan, one of the men helped me to my feet, and I was stood in my car doorway, on the sill waiting for my transport to arrive.

As Jim turned the barrow to face back to the house, I’d expected him to bring it in close enough for me to step into.  But with my car door open, this prevented them getting the barrow close, so it was some feet away.  Then without asking, one man moved into the doorway either side of me, and pulled my arms around their shoulders.
“You ready for this?” Said one of them.
 I thought, are well, I’ve got to get to the barrow one way or another, so I replied, “As I’ll ever be.”

With that, their hands took hold under my knees, and I was lifted into a horizontal position, with legs wide open, and carried the few feet to the barrow. They then lowered my bottom into the barrow, while still holding my legs up high.  I’d got my arms from their shoulders, and placed my hands firmly onto the sides of the barrow, but they still had my legs held high. 
“Hey! Come-on, let go of my legs.”
“Yes come-on lads, you’ve had your fun.” Said Stan.
With that my feet were carefully placed down into the barrow, but it still meant my legs were bent double, with my knees up high, allowing everyone a good look up my skirt.

But as they began the slow walk back towards the house, the men were all walking in a tight circle around the barrow.
“Sorry about that Kate, they didn’t mean any harm. You know what these lads are like for larking about. I hope they didn’t upset you? You won’t be complaining to that fiancé of yours will you?”

“No, don’t be silly, it wasn’t as though anyone touched me.  I’m not like my Brian; I’m a working class girl.  I wasn’t really worried; I knew they were just having fun.”
“Well that’s real sporting of you my dear, from what I’ve seen of your Brian, I recon he’d have gone ape-shit. Excuse my French.”
“You’re right, and I don’t think he’d approve of me getting a ride like this in this barrow either.”
“Not with all my lads here gawking at your knickers.”
“Well that’s all they will see! This is a tennis skirt with sewn-in knickers; it’s made to keep prying eyes from seeing things they shouldn’t ought to see.”

“Hey that’s my phone.”
Off ran Stan splashing his way from one puddle to another as he raced across to a caravan that was perched up on bricks at the side of the house.  They used the caravan as office/canteen while they were on site.  Stan had arrived at the caravan, and within a couple of seconds the end window opened, and he was leaning out of it, waving the phone in his hand.
“It’s your fiancé, and he sounds in a bit of a state. Come-on Jim get her over here as quick as you can.”

Jim started trying to get a move-on, but the barrow began bouncing me about, almost throwing me out as the barrow wheel bumped over the rough ground and rubble. 
“Hold-up there Jim, you’ll have poor little Kate tipped out on the ground at that rate.”
Jim stopped the barrow, and Ken, lent across, putting one arm under my knees, and his other around my back.
“Come on love, get your arm around my neck and hang on, otherwise he’ll have your little bottom all black and blue.”
Without thinking I just did as he’d said, and next second he was running across the site, as Stan had done splashing from puddle to puddle.

When we arrived at the caravan, instead of putting me down in the door-way, he took me to the open window where Stan was leaning out holding the phone.  But as the caravan was actually mounted on big building blocks, it meant this window was high in the air.  So Ken sort of swung me around, lifting me up and onto his shoulder, where I kind of balanced for a second allowing him to let go with his hands and then take hold of my waist.  Then he just lifted me high in the air, and sat me on the top of a tall stack of timber that was piled next to the caravan window.

So perched up high in the air, I took hold of the phone.
“Hello.”
“Are, there you are. I’ve been worried sick. The roads are all closed around here, and I can’t even get out of Buxton.”
While I’m busy trying to talk to Brian, all the men were congregating in front of where I was sitting.
“I’m ok. There was no need for you to worry.”
“What about your mom, is she there with you?”
I knew he would only get all screwed-up if I told him I was up here by myself; so I told Brian lie number one.
“Yes, she’s here. We’re both ok thanks.”

“Ok, I’ll try getting out of Buxton on the Macclesfield road, and coming into the valley from the other end. It’ll probably take me some time, but I’ll let you know how I’m getting on later.”
“I don’t think it’s worth you trying. The valley road isn’t even there any more. There’s no way you’ll be able to get up here.”
“What do you mean, isn’t there?”
“That’s just what I do mean, from here; I can see the whole valley is one big wide river, it’s flooded to at least 100 feet wide.”
“So how did you get there?”
“I only just got off the valley road before the flood arrived.”
“What about your mom?”
“Oh, yes, she was with me in my car.”
I told Brian lie number two, and one of the men who stood in front of me was wagging his finger, and mouthing the words, ‘Naughty girl, telling hubby porky pies.’

“So you’re both unharmed?”
“Yes, we’re fine.”
I’m stuck up in the air, with all the men stood in a semi-circle directly in front of me, their heads about in line of site with the height of the timber pile I’m sat on. I was having difficulty concentrating on what Brian was saying, with one of the men making silly gestures and taking the Mickey out of my every answer.  And then to make matters worse, the two men stood at the extreme ends of the semi-circle of onlookers, both put their hands on the inside of my knees, and began to gently pull my legs open.

Without thinking about the phone in my hand, I said,
“Hey! Pack it in!”
“What’s happening, who’s there with you?”
“Nothing, just the cat, pulling at the phone cable.”
It was the first thing that came into my head, and I could hardly tell him I had over half a dozen men playing silly buggers, trying to get a peek at my knickers!

“Ok, But what are you going to do about getting home, shall I get onto the emergency services to see if they will get a helicopter out to you?”
“God Brian!  Don’t be so melodramatic.  I’m not going to come to any harm having to spend a night out here.  I’m sure they've got some food, and it isn’t as if I’ll be out here on my own.”
“I guess so, but put Johnson on the phone, I want to make sure he looks after you properly.”
I handed the phone back into the caravan.
“He wants to have a word with you.”

Then as Stan moved back inside the caravan to talk to my Brian, I thought I’d try to sort out these overgrown school boys that were tormenting me.  But being perched so high, I dare not try to jump to the ground; and try as I may to pry the hands from my knees, they were far too strong.  I was telling them to take their hands off, but not wanting Brian to hear, it was all kind of mime and whispers. Then Stan leant back out of the window, handing the phone back to me.

“Hi darling.”
“Ok now I’ve told Johnson, I expect him to look after you and your mom, and he says he’ll let you have the use of his caravan tonight, while he and his men sleep in the House. He says he has plenty of food there, so I guess there’s no more I can do for now. If you’re sure you’ll be ok, then I’ll let you get yourself sorted, and I’ll phone again tomorrow morning to see how things are getting on.”
“Ok. Bye till tomorrow, love you.”
“Night night.”

And with that the phone went dead.
“Can I ring my mom, I’d forgotten about her meeting me here, I hope she’s alright.”
Stan held the receiver buttons down, “What’s her number?”
I told him the number to her mobile (cell phone), and within seconds my mom was answering.

“Hello, Mrs Kelly Speaking.”
“Hi mom, it’s me. Where are you? Are you alright?”
“Oh Kate, I’m so sorry, you wouldn’t believe the morning I’ve had. It’s absolute murder trying to get around town. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get out to your house, my little fiat has broken down, and I can’t get a taxi for love or money.”
“So are you still at home?”
“Yes dear, as I said, my cars broke-down.”
“But you’re alright?”
“Yes why?”

“Look mom, I need to ask you a favour.”
“What my dear?”
“Well Brian thinks you’re already up here with me.”
“Why? Isn’t he there?”
“No I only just got off the valley road before the whole valley flooded, and the valley road isn’t even there any more. Brian got stuck in Buxton.”
“Oh my God Kate! Are you ok?”
“Yes mom, I got up to the house and I’m quite safe. But the problem is, when Brian asked if you were here, I knew he’d get worried if he thought I was up here on my own with all these builders, so I said you were here with me.”
“Oh. So what do I do if he comes to my house?”
“You know what he’s like; he wouldn’t visit you even if he knew you were there, so he’s hardly likely to come to Ashbourne if he thinks you’re up here with me.”

“So what exactly do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. But somehow, when the water does recede, I need you to get up here before Brian.”
Now all the time I’ve been talking the men around me were getting more adventurous, or cruder, depending on how you view these things.  A couple of them were stroking my legs, and I was attempting to get them off with slaps, but it was like swatting flies, as soon as you slap one, another hand touches somewhere else.  But more worrying, one man began stroking his dick!  It was still inside his shorts, but he was pulling the material tight as he stroked, showing me its size.

Then Stan began to make gestures as he lent out of the window.
“Hang on a second mom. Look you lot, pack-it-in!”
Then I turned to Stan.
“Please Stan tell them to behave themselves.”
Stan put his finger on the mute button of the phone, meaning my mom wouldn’t hear what was being said.

“I’ve got a pal who’s got a Land Rover; I bet if I was to phone him up, he'd be able to get your mom here using the road over the top of Darwin’s peak.”
“What you mean get mom out here tonight?”
“No, it’s far too treacherous tonight, but maybe some time tomorrow morning, before the valley road has cleared, and more important for you, before your Brian arrives.”
“Oh god yes! That would be great. Shall I ask my mom if she can be ready?”
“Well maybe.”

He was just looking at me with a kind of silly smirk on his face, and as he didn’t let go of the mute button, it was obvious I couldn’t ask mom yet.
“Ok. What is the maybe?”
“Well Kate my dear, if I get this arranged for you, and we all keep your Brian in the dark about these little white lies of yours, is there gonna be any rewards coming our way?”
“Like what?”
“If that’s your attitude love, then I think I’ll cut your mom off now, and call your Brian and explain how I don’t think it right and proper for his fiancé to be spending a night out here with all my men, I’m not sure I want the responsibility of keeping them under control.”

“You wouldn’t? Please don’t do that. If he knew I’d been deceitful, he might call off the wedding. What were you thinking of for rewards, surely you don’t expect me to have sex with any of you?”
“God no! Nobody mentioned having sex. But maybe you could put on a little bit of a show for the lads?”
“Like what? Strip?”
“Why not? It’ll keep them occupied, and that way we all get something out of it.”
“Just a strip, no touching, and nobody tell anyone what went on?”
“That’ll do us wont it lads?”
There was a general sort of cheer, and acknowledgment with various gestures.

“Ok. But that’s as far as it goes. Can I ask mom if she can be ready in the morning? What time do you think?”
He let go of the mute button, and said,
“I’ll try to get him to be ready for nine o’clock, but we won’t know until we see how the weather is tomorrow.”
“Hi mom, sorry about the delay, but Stan, he’s the builder, he says he has a pal with a 4 x 4 that can pick you up tomorrow morning, and bring you here over the top of the mountain, using the old dirt track.”
”Is that safe?”
“He says they’ll wait for the right weather conditions, but it will mean you’ll be here before the valley road is opened, but more important before Brian arrives.”
“Ok if you’re sure that’s what you want?”

“But will you be safe up there with all those men on your own?”
“Course I will, it’s not like they are going to rape me, for gods sake, I know who they are, so they wouldn't dare.”
Now as I was saying this, I saw at least three of them with their shorts pulled down, and dicks in their hands, stroking their lengths in a taunting manner.
“Ok my dear, I’ll be ready in the morning, night night.”
“Bye mom.”

I handed the phone back to Stan, and as soon as he’d put it back down I asked.
“Stan, please tell them.”
“Tell them what? They’re only showing you how much you turn them on.”
“But you agreed there’d be no touching?”
“They aren’t touching you, are they?”
“No, but I don’t exactly feel very safe with them playing with their ….. You know what’s.”
“Well I’ve heard lots of names for a dick, but that’s a new one on me. Come on one of you, lift our Kate down and we’ll take her inside, so she can show us what a little mover she is.”

Before anyone took a hold of me,
“Hang on a minute. You promised no touching. Haven’t you got some step ladders?”
“Bloody hell Kate, don’t tell me you object to someone lifting you down.”
“I know your men, it starts with hands on my waist, and before I know it, they’ll be sliding them up inside my blouse.  Just bring some steps, and I’ll get myself. Ouch oh my bottom.”
As I’d been talking, I’d shuffled myself forwards to the edge of the wood pile, so as I could climb onto the step when they arrived. But this little skirt had slid from under me, and the bare cheeks of my bottom were on the rough wooden planking. My shuffling had impaled me on a splinter. I guess only small, but god did it sting.

“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got a splinter in me.”
“Silly girl, Jim, reach up there and lift her, but make sure you lift her backwards first, to pull her off the splinter. And you Kate, don’t struggle, if you’d have listened to me in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Jim reached up, hands on my waist, and lifted, pushing me backwards at the same time.
“Ouch!”

I was up from the wood pile, and now he just tipped me over his left shoulder, and carried me like I was an old kit bag. My arms were dangling down his back, and he had both his hands on the inside of my legs about six inches above knee height.
“Bring her into the van.” Called Stan. Jim did as he was told, and then lowered me onto the bed/settee in the end of the caravan. Stan knelt down in front of me and took hold of my ankles.
“Come on then, let’s have your bottom up, and get that splinter out for you.”
And with that, he was lifting my legs up and tipping me onto my back.

“Here Jim, you hold these for me.” He said as he passed my ankles to Jim, with me now held on my back, ankles almost touching my shoulders.  Which, of course, meant my legs were parted some-what.
“Please, is this necessary?”
“We’ve got to get it out for you; you wouldn’t want it turning septic. Now just hold her still. Let’s see now, are I think that’s the little bugger.  It’s right on the edge of your panties.”

“Can you see it?”
“Well I can see where it’s scratched you.  But I think it’s broken off, I’m not sure if there’s still some left in.”
“Maybe it’ll be ok; I can put some cream on it tomorrow.”
“Don’t be a silly girl, I’ll hold your legs, and let Jim have a look; these young’uns have got better eyesight.”

They swapped places, taking no notice of whether I wanted to be in this embarrassing position or not. Now Jim was kneeling down out of my line of sight, and the anticipation was driving my libido into overdrive, just being held in this position waiting for him to touch me. What you have to realise, is that although I said the splinter was in my bottom, where it actually stabbed me was as Stan had already pointed out, just on the outside of my panties. But it wasn't around the back on the cheeks of my bottom; it was on my inner thigh, alongside my now pulsing pussy lips.

“Uhhh.”
As his fingers made contact I took in a sharp audible intake of breath.
“Sorry did that hurt?”
“No. I didn’t mean to do it; you just took me by surprise.”
“Well I’m just going to squeeze it a little, to see if I can get it to pop out. You tell me if it hurts.”

His fingers began touching all around the area, but obviously, as his fingers probed around on one side, they were actually touching the outer flesh of my pussy lips.  And I guess it comes as no surprise; that with each and every stroke or probe, a shock wave rippled up my pussy.  Just that would have been bad enough, but as his fingers and thumbs pressed and probed; his remaining fingers of one of his hands strayed inside my panties, and were just gently rippling their way back and forth over my pussy lips.  I bit my teeth together to prevent myself from letting out any of the groans or gasps of pleasure that my body was driving me to make, but there was no way of preventing my pussy from pouting its lips.

Then with my lips pulsing, as they closed I could feel his finger ends inside my hole.  He was just gently sliding them in and out, only the very ends of his fingers, but with this, it confirmed what I’d thought, that this interference was deliberate!  But as I tried to protest with my mouth, it was as though my throat was dry and my words refused to leave my lips.  But if the lips of my mouths were dry and paralysed, the opposite was the case with my pussy.  It was positively dripping, and opening for his every probe.

“I’m sure there’s something still in here, but I can’t seem to get it moving. Can you just open her legs a bit wider boss, and I’ll try sucking on it, see if that does any good.”
“I… P… Please… No…”
Stan had just taken my ankle that he was already holding, and spread them wide open. Then hearing me trying to make some kind of objection, he asked.  “Are you ok?”

“Please no, just leave it now.”
“Don’t be a silly girl; it’s got to come out. Just let me know if it hurts you.”
And Jim just carried on as though I’d never spoken, although I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. It felt like his fingers that were inside my knickers, were easing my gusset across!  Then as his mouth made contact with the splinter area, his little fingers were pulled out of my pussy, to be replaced by his first two fingers, the size and length left me in no doubt about this.  But my pussy was so wet and willing; it was as though it was sucking them in.

“N No please No.”
“What’s wrong, is it stinging?”
“Oh god! No. Please tell him to stop.”
“Hang on Jim, she’s getting upset.”
Jim sat up, but his two fingers were still deep inside my pussy.
“She don’t feel all that upset, I got the impression she was enjoying it.”
And with that he began giving my pussy a few long sliding probes, whilst waiting for my reaction.  My pussy loved it, and my hips lifted to let him know the fact.  It sent such a thrill through my body, while he kept his fingers moving, I was at a loss to get my words out.

Then he stopped, fingers still deep inside me, and he waited for me to speak.  It must have taken me at least half a minute to get myself together.
“Please don’t. You promised no touching. I I know I’m at your mercy, but please no more.”
He slowly pulled his fingers out, and put them to his mouth, making sure all the onlookers through the door and windows, all got to see what he was doing.

“That is one sweet tasting pussy you’ve got there Kate, I can’t believe you don’t want to try a length of my dick up there.”
“Please no. Stan please. I’ve said I’ll do a strip for you. But please, let me get up now.”
Jim answered, “Hang on love; I haven’t got that splinter sorted yet. If I keep my fingers out of your little twat, do you want me to have another try to see if I can suck the little bugger out?”
“It makes sense Kate my love; it’ll only turn bad if you leave it.” Chipped in Stan.

“Ok, but please try not to show too much of me off to all these others.”
Why I said that I don’t know, I’d already agreed to do a strip for them. But Jim put his face down, and his mouth began to suck around the splinter area.  But his tongue was also licking, and as it lapped my flesh, my pussy pulsed.  He’d only been back down there a few seconds before I was heaving my pussy into his mouth.  Well I was heaving, but I guess he’d moved his mouth across.  But whoever was at fault, the result was the same, he was locked onto my pussy, and I was helpless to protest.

He knew how to eat pussy, by god did he know.  My whole being was transported to another planet, as his tongue circled my clit and lapped up and down my slit. He’d been giving it to me for some minutes before I realised I wasn’t being held, and I was heaving like I was possessed by a demon.  Then his mouth left my pussy, and I first felt like I wanted to call him back, I really needed finishing off.  But then I opened my eyes, thinking he had taken his mouth away, only to replace it with the big dick he’d told me about.

But no, Stan was kneeling down, and within seconds had taken over sucking my pussy.  His technique was different, but just as effective, but this was the first time I’ve been sucked by a man with a beard, and boy was it good.  He took me to my climax, sending my body back to the planet pleasure for its second trip today.  When I did come, they both stood to the side so as the onlookers could all get a good view of me writhing around with my pussy dripping sticky fluid.

“Are you ok?”
I’d just about come down to earth, and was now feeling very embarrassed, and more than a little ashamed.
“You promised me no touching.”
“Well no harm done, and you did seem to be enjoying it.”
“But all the same, you promised.”

“Come on no sulking, we didn’t hurt you. Anyway, we could easily have given you a good old fucking, but we didn’t. So surely you must be grateful for that?”
I thought for a second and realised he was right, I’d expected Jim to have fucked me once he’d got me that turned on, so I guess I hadn’t got off to badly.
“I guess so.” I replied.

I’d sat up by now, and pulled my gusset back across to cover up my pussy. 
“Come on then, show me just how grateful you are.”
“Oh no. What do you want now?”
“Don’t be a spoil sport, come on you told me earlier you were a working class girl, like us lot. Don’t go getting all snooty now.”
“Well what do you want me to do?”
“Come and sit on my knee, just a little kiss and cuddle.”
“Just you?”

“Of course, just me, come on, let’s be having you.”
As I got up and walked towards him, “Ok, but no monkey business.”
I sat my bottom back onto his knee, and he pulled me up close to him, lying me back in his arm as he lent across and we began kissing, tongues were swapping juices almost immediately, and the on looking audience were all making their own comments.

It didn’t take long before my initial anxiety melted, and I was responding to his advances in a willing manner. Even when I felt his other hand working its way up inside my blouse, popping the buttons as it advanced on it way to my breasts, I still let him have his way without protest. I suspect Jim must have been helping him, as I felt my bra releasing, and being pulled aside. So now I was deep into a heavy petting session, with my blouse open fully at the front, and no bra. Stan was manipulating my nipples, and the sexual arousal was once again building in my body. I knew if I let him carry on, I’d get back to the point like before where all my resistance would just melt. So I managed to pry my lips from his.

I said, “Gasp! Ok. I think we’d better call that it.”
“Oh come on, I was just getting into my stride.”
“Yes, that’s what I was afraid of. Come on, you said just a little kiss. And I’ve let you, well you know, you’ve had my bra off. If we don’t stop now, I can see you going all the way.”
“I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to, I don’t believe in using force.”
“I wasn’t saying you would force me, but you know how to make a girl forget her modesty.”

“So now we have it; it isn’t me you don’t trust, it's you. That gives me an idea for a game.”
“Oh no, what are you cooking up now?”
Well you’ve already agreed to strip for the lads, but by now, they’ve seen both your tits and pussy, so getting dressed just to strip off is a bit pointless.”
“So what are you expecting me to do now?”

“A little game of hide and seek.  You hide, and we all come looking for you.  The one that finds you gets to snog (kiss & cuddle) you for ten minutes.”
“So if I agree, how many times do you expect me to do this for, in other words, how many men do you expect me to have a snog with?”
“Well there’s only ten of us here, so surely that isn’t too many?”
“If you’re all gonna get a go at me, what’s the point in me hiding?  Anyway, I think if I let five men snog me, then that should be good enough.”

“So you’re game for it, it’s just how many times you do it that you’re not sure about?”
“I’m not sure what I’m letting myself in for. I hide, you all look for me.
Then what? Who ever finds me, gets me on the floor there and then, and starts snogging me? Who counts the time? Can I be sure he won’t do anything else but snog me?”
“Ok this is how I see it, first you strip off completely.”
“You’ve got to be joking?”
“Why, you agreed to strip, and we’ve already seen the goods. Its lovely hot weather out there and we’ll give you a big pair of boots to wear so you can splash around as much as you like, and without your clothes on, you won't get any of your stuff mucked up.”

“Ok if I do agree to go around naked, and then I hide, what happens when someone finds me?”
“He has to call us all in, and bring you back here to the van. Then we give him ten minutes with you on the bed.”
“So I’m naked on the bed, and he has tem minutes, but just kissing?”
“Well like we said earlier, no force, if you say no, we will stop him.”
“So if he gets me worked up, you’ll let him go all the way?”
“Only if you do. If you say stop, we’ll stop him, surely you can resist for ten minutes?”

“I’m not sure about this, doing a strip is one thing, but letting you animals loose to maul me is something else.”
“Come on Kate, it'll only go as far as you let it. And if you don’t, whose to tell if one of them wont get upset at not having had a chance to touch you, and will then go blabbing to Brian about you letting Jim and me eat your pussy for you.”
“Hey! That’s not nice. You tricked me into that, and anyway, it isn’t fair you threatening me.”

“Don’t get all upset, I wasn’t threatening you, I was just saying, the lads have been patient so far, and they haven’t had as much as a sniff of your pussy. This is only a game, and it will only go as far as you let it, so why are you worried?”
“I’m still not convinced I can trust you to stop anyone?”
“I give you my word; all you have to do is say a simple no.”
“And you promise there won’t be anyone holding my mouth shut?”
“I swear on my mother’s grave.”

“Oh well here goes, just five times though, and no more than ten minutes each.”
“You got it. Here's some boots to put on, they’ll be too big, but they’ll protect your feet while you’re out there. Now get that skirt off, and we'll give you a count up to fifty to let you hide.”

I stripped naked, and pulled on these big heavy boots, it took me all my time to lift my feet to walk. I must have looked a right sight. Then as I made my way through the men gathered around the doorway, the hands went everywhere, making it difficult to get away from the van. The mauling went on for up to maybe a minute, then Stan called out of the door.
“Ten, eleven, hey why haven’t you gone yet?”
“This isn’t fair, I never said I’d let them all grope me at once.”
“Come on lads, let her go, I’m already on nineteen, twenty.”

The hands began to slip away, and I splashed and skidded my way across the building site. Once out of site, I found an old plastic sheet covering some bricks, and knelt down pulling it over my head. There I stopped, waiting for the inevitable. I didn’t have long to wait, and as the sheet was lifted, the sunlight flooded in, and the man shouted.

“Found her!”
I stood up, and the man took hold of my hand, which he immediately pushed down the front of his shorts.  But he also made sure I wrapped my fingers around his already hardening dick.  As soon as my fingers encircled it, I felt his blood pulsing, as it filled, swelling in my hand.  But it wasn’t really his dick that I had to worry about, it was my own pussy!

His dick hadn’t got the monopoly on blood pulsing. My pussy was throbbing that badly, it really was affecting the way I was walking. And he wasn’t helping, using one of his hands to stroke my inner thigh, whilst sucking my nipple as he walked along backwards towards the van.  By the time we got to the van, I was ready to fuck, my pussy was on fire.  As he sat me down and lowered me back onto the bed, I instinctively let my legs fall open.

This man went down on my pussy with his mouth, and I heaved my hips high, reaching down with my hands holding his head.  How long it was before the others joined in I have no idea, but as the sensations began to hit me, radiating from my nipples, I realised I had more than one mans attention.  But I was too far gone to worry, and anyway, it was only a bit of heavy petting.  How the men had actually got themselves arranged around the bed to get access, I have no idea, but Stan had taken hold of my head, and turned it towards where his face was ready to resume his French kissing.

Every part of my body was receiving some kind of attention, I even had someone massaging and sucking my toes.  My eyes were closed more than they were open, and as Stan withdrew his tongue from my mouth, I opened them momentarily, to see who was going to replace him.  But he gently stroked his finger ends over my eyelids, and I let them fall shut again.  Then I felt something soft touching my lips, and at the same time, the hand under my head pulled it forwards.

I opened my eyes, but his dick was already inside my lips, and driving in deeper.  At first I tried a little struggle, but knew I was not strong enough to force him out, and no way dare I bite him.  Besides, I told myself, I’d been thinking about sucking that big fat knob-end of his all day.  So I sucked and he got really hard, and began to shaft his length in and out of my mouth.  Soon it was pushing at my windpipe, and I took a deep breath, ready to allow him entry. Oh yes I could now feel his big fat bell-end squeezing its way into my throat, it felt so good.

But it wasn’t just my throat being stretched; my pussy was also being opened up, as the man who found me in hiding, began to slide his dick up my pussy.  I was by now totally out of control, and even if they’d all wanted to fuck me one after another, I wouldn’t have had the willpower to even try to protest.  My body wanted a fucking, and boy was it getting one.  Well two actually, Stan was still fucking my throat, going at it like he hadn’t had a fuck in years.  While who ever it was rammed my pussy in a very aggressive manner.  Not that I minded, I could take it as hard as they wanted to give it, but compared with my Brian’s gentlemanly love making, it was really hitting the spot.

Then I felt Stan shooting his cum into my throat, and as he pulled out I licked up any excess that spilt.  It was only seconds before someone else was presenting their dick for my mouth, but as I’d said, I was now game for anything.  Then I felt the man who was fucking my pussy, fingering my bottom.  Now I had been fingered back there by a previous boyfriend, but I’d never let him take it any further.  That was many years ago, and my Brian had never even gone anywhere near touching it.

Of course, over the years, reading articles, and seeing porn videos, I’d often wondered what being fuck in the bottom would be like.  This man appeared to be using the fluids coming from my pussy to wet my bottom, and help him get his fingers up it.  And he also appeared to be having some success, as I’m sure he now had two fingers poked up my bottom to their full length.  He hadn’t just rammed them in suddenly, but he’d been working gradually, starting with just a finger end, and I have to admit, the finger fucking he was giving my bottom, was actually quite a turn on.

Then he drew his dick from my pussy, and I felt it touching my bottom, I wasn’t scared, and I guess in a way, I was actually quite curious, and kind of looking forward to it.  Then he pushed, and I felt my bottom stretch.  God was he big; I took a sharp intake of breath, and almost choked on the dick in my mouth.  I couldn’t even grit my teeth, as the man fucking my throat was still giving it full-bore.

But he got his dick up, and began to pump it hard, and within no time, I was lifting my bottom up in harmony with his shafting.  It wasn't long before he was cuming in my bottom, and like all men, seconds later it was pulled out, and he was gone.  But the next man, eased me across the bed, and then rolled me on top of him.  I was soon squatting my pussy onto his hard dick, and the man who’d been fucking my throat, moved down the bed.  I obviously knew what was coming next, and this was going to be another first for me, two men at once.  Well up my pussy and bottom that is, I’d done the pussy and throat before in my student days.

So now I held still while the man mounted my bottom and god was this a stretch.  Fucking hurt!  Yes it fucking hurt, but the pain was driving my body wild.  I had just let out an outburst, “Oh fucking yes! Go on fuck it! Come on boys; fuck me harder, I want more.”  Then someone appeared kneeling in front of me, presenting their dick for my throat.  So that put an end to my dirty screaming, and I began to have my first triple penetration!

I can remember some of the men that followed, but it all began to blend into one long night of fucking. I say night, because when they finally gave up, not only had the sun gone down, it was also dark outside. And even then, I spent the night with Stan in bed one side of me, and Jim the other. And I’m not sure if the fucking I got in my dreams was real or not. One thing I do know; was that I awoke with Jim fucking my bottom.

It was nearly 11:00 o’clock before the Land Rover appeared on the mountain road, and maybe quarter past before my mom stepped out.  All the time during the morning up until then, whenever any of the men had fancied a fuck, they’d just sidled up to me, took hold of my arm, and said, “Come on lass.” Or something similar. And I’d just meekly let them walk me to the van, and opened up for them.  I’m not sure why, but I guess I knew I couldn't actually stop them, and unless I did as they wanted, they had plenty they could tell my Brian, that would definitely kill any wedding plans.

I’d even had one or two of them suggesting they were going to fuck both me and mom when she arrived.  So as soon as I’d had a quick word with mom, I got Mr Green (the man with the 4 x 4 who’d brought mom) to one side out of earshot of anyone.
“Look, I can’t explain now, but would you like to be pushing this big cock of yours up my little pussy?”
At the same time as I’d said it, I’d put my hand on his fly, and felt for his dormant dick.  He’d about choked, as I’d said the word cock and pussy, but his dick began to harden the instant my hand stroked across it.

“W what did you?”
I stopped him short, “Sorry to be so crude, and I can’t explain just now, but if you’ll take both me and mom back over the mountain right now, I’ll meet you when and where you like, and let you fuck me. Please just say yes.”
“W well, yes. Of course, I will. But…”
“I’ll explain later, but please don’t let anyone talk you out of it. Please, I’ll suck your cock, or do what ever you want, but take us right now.”

I turned and walked to my mom, took hold of her arm, and walked her towards the man’s Land Rover.
“Where are we going?”
“Home, Mr Green has agreed to take us now.”
“But I thought we had to be here for when Brian arrived?”
“No, I want to get back; we can phone Brian when we get over the mountain.”
Just then Stan noticed us walking to the vehicle,
“What’s happening then?”

Oh its ok, Mr Green is taking us home.”
“But I’ve just put a brew on; you have to let the poor man have a cup of tea. Anyway, you’re supposed to be here to wait for you fiancé. Never mind her Harry; you come and get a cuppa.”
But as my eyes met Harry’s, I let him know without words, my offer meant him coming now.
“Its ok Stan, another time, I’ve got to get the two ladies back home. I’ll catch you again some time.”
And with that he turned and made his way back to his Defender, climbed in, and we were soon bouncing our way along the muddy track, on the long steady climb over the mountain.

Mom was curious as to why I’d wanted to leave so quickly, and I’d made some silly excuse about needing to be back in town to meet someone. She appeared to accept this, but I’m not sure it sounded very real. On the way home I phoned Brian, and explained I’d be at mom’s house later, and how we’d got out of the valley. He didn’t sound too pleased, but I thought what the hell.  Once we dropped mom off at her home, I then made arrangements to meet Harry the next day in the car park of a local supermarket, so he could take me to his farm.

The evening with Brian at mom’s house was uneventful, and he’d left to go home by ten. I had a good nights sleep, and god did I need it. Next morning I walked to the supermarket, and there was Harry waiting, I climbed in, and we were off. He pulled into his farm yard, and we both got out.
“Where are you going to have me?”
“In my bedroom. Where else?”
“So your wife isn’t home?”
“I’m not married.”
“You live alone?”
“No, I have three sons; they help me work the farm.”

Just then a man aged in his twenties walked out of one of the farm buildings, and on seeing us, began walking towards us.
“Is that her dad?”
“It certainly is; I told you she was a cracker.”
“Oh god dad, I can’t wait to see her naked.”
I realised I was now in for a fucking by not just one man, but it looked like four of them.

I’m not going to go into detail about this fucking session, as it was by comparison quite tame. They were all psyched up to fuck me, and I thought as I’d promised, it was pointless being picky about there being more than one of them. But as it turned out, they were real gentlemen, taking it in turns, only one man in the room at a time. It was a very vanilla sex session, apart from me taking one man after another. I guess they all had about three or four goes at me. And after thanking me, Harry took me back home.

I married Brian as planned, and we moved into our dream house. But over the next twelve months, Brian employed the same builder to landscape the gardens! And once I was his wife, he made me give-up working, so I was at home most of the time the builder was there. Well you can guess the kind of things that went on. Or maybe, one day I’ll get around to telling you all about it.

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   Being that his parents worked late, he always had to walk from school. And always, there would be a girl going the same way. All he knew about her was that her name was Rachel. He had her in his class last year in junior highschool.

   He would always admire her beauty as he went home. She had brown eyes, and black hair that came below her shoulders. He guessed that she probably had a C cup breasts, maybe bigger. Her ass was so tight and just the right size. Her tight jeans showed off her ass, and he would always get aroused. He already knew where she lived, he had stalked her to her house before.

   As days went by, he started to formulate a plan to rape her.

   It was a normal day, and once again, Derek was walking home. In front of him was Rachel, about 10 feet away. But when she turned right at the curve, Derek followed her, instead of going left. He just followed her behind some distance. She didn't seemed to notice him. He followed her until she turned into a neighborhood of houses. There were no large roads, it was a peaceful neighborhood. No one was around, no cars, no people.

   He followed her around the neighborhood, minding his business. She came to the last curve before her house. When she was directly next to a bush, he ran. He ran, and he reached into his pocket, and grabbed a cloth soaked in chloroform. He got right behind her, and put it to her mouth. As he did, he grabbed her and himself, and jumped over the bush.

   He looked at Rachel, and was satisfied that she was unconscious. He reached into her backpack and grabbed her keys. He peered up from the bush and looked around. There was no one that he could see.

   He grabbed Rachel and quickly made his way to her house. He felt sweat dripping down his forehead. After few paces, he got to her house. His heart was thumping, and slowly put the key into the door. He unlocked it, and cautiously went inside.

   He was sure that her parents were out of town. He had heard her conversation with her friend. He dragged Rachel in, and moved quickly. He feared that she might wake up. He got her into her room, and put her down on her bed. From his backpack, he produce a long piece of rope. He tied each of her arms and legs to the legs of the bed.

   And he blindfolded her. He admired her beauty. She was wearing tight jeans, a tanktop, and a jacket. He didn't remove her cloths, he would do that when she woke up.

   He waited about half an hour, and she started to stir. She moaned, as if in pain, and she tried to move her arms. And slowly, she started to get a sense of her surroundings. She realized that she was tied, and tried to get free.

   "I don't think you should do that." I said, as I smiled.

She froze. She looked as if trying to remember what happened.

   "Who are you? Where am I?" she said with a demanding voice.

   "I am your master. Do what I say, and I might let you live." And with that, I produced a knife, and put the cold blade on her neck. She flinched, and instantly froze. I could see sweat coming down from her forehead, and she started to whimper.

   "Please, don't kill me. I will do whatever you want! If it's money, my parents can give you the amount!" She cried out as she started to sob.

   "I want something more than that. I want to rape you."

   She instantly broke into tears. Her blindfold became wet with tears..

   "Stop crying. If you don't, I'll kill you." She stopped instantly. Then I took away the knife and slowly started to touch her face. She tried to avoid my touch, and I gave her a slap on the face.

   "Stay still." I said, knowing that I had power over her. Slowly my hand traveled down her neck, and was right above the breasts. My hand traveled downward, right between her breasts. I startec to caress her legs, and would move my hand up and down inside her thighs, barely missing her crotch.

   Slowly, I unbuttoned her jacket. She sobbed a little again. Since she was tied, I couldn't remove her jacket completely. So I got my knife again, and cut away her jacket. then I put the blade on her shoulder. I swiftly cut her tanktop, and removed it slowly. She tried to hide her breasts, but her efforts were useless. I admired her huge breasts for a minute, then moved down to her jeans.

   I unzipped her jeans and started to move them down. She sobbed again, as if in shame. I cut the middle of the jeans and removed it. She was wearing white thongs, and a lace bra. I moved the blade between her breasts, and cut her bra open. The prisoned breasts jumped up in freedom. Then I cut the feeble strings on her thongs.

   "Please, please don't rape me. PLEASE!" She shouted, as I removed her thongs, revealing a shaved pussy.

   "Don't worry. You'll learn to enjoy it." I said with a smile. I slowly started to caress her breasts. I pinched her nipple lightly, and she would give a small moan. They became hard fast, and I put the left one in my mouth. I bit down on it, and she moaned loudly. I kept playing with her nipple with my tongue, and slowly moved my free hand down to her pussy.

   I teased her pussy. I would circle around her pussy, just missing her clit. I felt the wetness of her pussy.

   "Your wet, you like this don't you, Rachel?"

   She moaned, but didn't say anything. I removed my cloths quickly, and sighed in relief as my cock finally freed itself. I moved untop of Rachel, and put the cock right infront of her lips. She instantly cloths it, and kept it shut. I smiled. I pinched her nose, to keep her from breathing.

   After few seconds, she opened her mouth to gulp for breath. I didn't lose my chance. As soon as she opened her mouth, My cock went right into it. I fucked her slowly, enjoying my first blowjob. It took me less then a minute before I came into her mouth.

   "Swallow it, you bitch, or i'm going to kill you."

   She hesitated, but swallowed it. Now my cock was in full arousal. It's 7 inch monster ached for pussy. I moved down to between her legs. Her pussy was very wet now, and slowly put my cock into her pussy. Her face crumpled in pain, as my cock started to stretch her hymen. Finally it broke, and she screamed.

   Her pussy fet slippery and hot. It was my first time, so I stopped to feel what a pussy feels like. It felt good to have my cock wraped so tight.

   I didn't care that she screamed. I fucked her slowly, and gently. Her screams died out, replaced by moans of pleasure. It was my first time, and I was about to cum.

   "God... your so tight!" She didn't reply, but kept moaning.

I took out my cock to keep myself from cumming. I took this opportunity to tease her. I would put my cock on her pussy, put it in just half an inch, and take it out again. She tried to direct my cock into her pussy, but I wouldn't put it in.

   "You want it, don't you?"

   She didnt' reply.

   "You don't want it?"

   "I... want it... Please...PLEASE FUCK ME. i'll do anything!"

   "Anything? Allright then, if you become my sex slave, I'll fuck you."

   "Allright! Please! FUCK ME! PLEASE!"

   I smiled. Rachel's my sex slave. I started to fuck her again. She moaned in pleasure. I went slowly at first, but sped up after a while. Her moan was like music. I kept fucking her faster and faster. And she moaned louder and louder.

   "I"m going to cum!" We both said at the same time.

   I inserted my cock all the way in, and came.

   We both lied there, panting. Then, I got an idea.

   "Wait a sec, I'll be right back."

   I ran downstairs naked, and opened her fridge. I searched for ice cubes, and grabbed one. I ran upstairs to her room. I removed her blindfold, unafraid that she will tell the police. I kissed her, and we kissed for about a minute. I broke the kiss, and I placed the ice cube right between her breasts.

   I moved the ice cube up to her nipples, and she moaned. Then I moved the ice cube down to her pussy. She shivered when it was placed on her pussy. I slowly inserted the ice into her pussy.

   "It's so cold!" She said as she moaned.

   Then I slowly put my hard cock inside her pussy. I felt the ice, and pushed it in. She moaned louder than before, it seemed to give her pleasure. I fucked her, driving the ice cube further and further in. The heat of her pussy melted the ice cube, producing a hot liquid inside her pussy. It intensified the feeling, and I fucked her harder and harder. We fucked till we couldn't take it any longer, and came. Her orgasm was huge.

   That was my first encounter with Rachel. Since that day on, we had sex with a bit of a twist. We would do all kinds of stuff. We dated since that day, and we never broke up. We got married after college. And I still have sex with her, and she still has those nice tits and tight ass.

 

She also went to the bookstore to buy a few romance novels to read. Danielle was so busy with work that she had no time to date. So, she read books, masturbated and used self pleasing toys. She had convinced herself that this is all she needed in the form of sexual gratification. So, that night she packed up her books and “toys”.

 

The next morning Danielle awoke ready for her vacation. She ate a quick breakfast, dressed and loaded up her car. She loaded the trunk and backseat with the bags from the grocery store. She then loaded her luggage up in the front seat. She drove to the private airport and was pleased with the speedy and courteous service. Soon she was up in the air enjoying the scenery. When they were over the house, she smiled in appreciation of its’ classic charm. The helicopter land slowly and gently on the front lawn. She was helped out and her bags were all brought to the front door. She waved as the chopper flew away.

Danielle opened long since used door with the key. She then hurriedly set about putting away the groceries. Then of course she put away her luggage. The weather was warm so she changed into her blue string bikini and strolled out onto the back lawn that overlooked a quant little pond. She stretched a towel out and laid on her back to soak up some run rays. She rubbed sun tan lotion on and laid back. She closed her eyes and soon began a wonderful nap.

 

Little did she know, she was being watched. The mysterious shadowy figure was drawn to this place by the recent activity. He watched her form from the tree line for awhile. He had not seen the female form in a very long time. He could not help but appreciate her beauty as well as her sex. He licked his lips and disappeared in the shadows.

That night Danielle slept on the sofa in front of a warm fire in the fireplace. As she slept the shadowy figure moved silently through the back door in the kitchen and straight to her lying on the sofa. He looked down at her pretty sleeping face and then scanned her round firm and lightly tanned breasts. Then his eyes leered over her flat smooth stomach. His eyes then grew with lust as they befell her bikini covered mound. He licked his lips as his eyes drank in her long strong looking legs as well.

 

He stretched his muscular manly gloved hand out over her chest without touching her. His hand moved from her chest to her mound. Danielle’s body slightly arched as it seemed to reach for his hand. Her breathing quickened lightly as well all while still asleep. He moved his hand away and silently drifted from the house again. Danielle woke a few moments after his exit. Her pussy was wet and she had dreamed of a hand stroking her body. In her dream the hand was strong and brought her a great need for sex. So, she looked around with fear in her eyes. The dream seemed too real. She looked around quickly making sure she was alone. When she saw she was alone, she went up to the bedroom that she would be using. She changed into her pajamas and slid into bed.

 

The next morning she awoke lazily and made her way to the kitchen. She had a nice breakfast of pancakes, syrup and milk. She took her time eating. This was a rarity and she enjoyed it. After breakfast she stretched out in the hanging swing on the porch with a cup of Irish Cream Cappuccino. She began reading a romance novel. She was enthralled in it and drank all of her drink. She read nearly half the paper back book before setting it down in the small round wicker table next to the swing. She then stretched out and settled into a nap.

 

The Shady cloaked figure glided from the tree line and approached her sleeping form. His hand moved down her body as before. But this time he came back up. His fore finger and middle finger of each hand rubbed slowly and firmly together over her breasts. Her body arched as her breath quickened and a small moan escaped her lips. His whole form then turned and glided back to the tree line. He blended into the trees and waited. He watched her reaction when she awoke. This made him lick his lips in desire. He wanted her and would have her. She would be his rather she wanted it or not. Her body wanted him. There was no denying her body’s desire for him. Her body is all he wanted anyway.

 

That night she slept in her bed. The shadowy cloaked figure did not enter the house. When she awoke in the morning she felt an odd feeling of disappointment. She stretched out on the swing just as she had the morning before. She finished her book and fell asleep again. The shadowy figure did not bother her again.

 

That night he returned, however. This time as she slept in her bed, his hand moved about without touching her. The blanket was slowly pulled back. Then her pajama shirt top was unbuttoned. Her body arched for him like a magnet attracted to metal. The material slid to the side. Both of his hands came above her and moved in a circular motion. His fingers then imitated the action of twisting her nipples. She moaned in her sleep to his attentions.

 

Then he moved the hand down to her pajama bottoms without touching her he made the pants slide down to her ankles. He licked his lips at the sight of her bare and lightly hairy pussy. He brought a hand down above her mound and swirled an index finger near where her clitoris would be. He still made no flesh to flesh contact with her. As Danielle slept believing she was only dreaming, she felt as though her clitoris was being manipulated. He continued until she climaxed in her sleep. Her body was sweaty and aching for him.

 

His hands moved about again redressing her and pulling the cover back up without touching her. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “You will be mine. What you dream of can come true.” He drifted out of the house as usual. When she awoke a few moments later she did not look around fearful. She now looked around hopeful. He had successfully planted the seed of desire within her. She would come to him willingly. He would then have her at his mercy as he did as he pleased with her.

 

Her morning nap had no visit by him. She was greatly disappointed at not having the “dream” again. But the dream from the night before had her so turned on, that she began to masturbate right there on the swing. He was of course watching as he licked his lips.

 

That night as she tried to sleep she kept tossing and turning. She was filled with a sexual desire. He stood at the backdoor. He whispered, “Come to me if you want me.” The wind seemed to carry his whisper into the house and to her ear. Danielle opened her eyes and looked around. The whisper came again. She saw no one in the room. She knew she should be afraid but her body compelled her down the stairs and to the back door. She looked around and saw no one. The whisper came again and her body compelled her to the tree line. Her pussy was dripping wet as if anticipating something. Her mind kept telling her no but her body demanded she listen to the voice.

When she entered the tree line her body floated up into the air by a few feet. Her clothes began to disintegrate from her body. Soon she came to float before him. She could only see his large strong looking from hidden under a dark brown hooded cloak. He spoke to her, “You have dreamed of the pleasure I can bring you. Do you want more?” She could not speak as her lust driven body ached for him. She nodded her head.

 

Her body was lifted and brought for so that her pussy was at his face. Danielle moaned as his tongue made the first ever flesh to flesh contact between them. His tongue licked at her pussy and swirled over her clitoris. He lapped up her juices with greed. His tongue brought forth two orgasms before he stopped.

She still did not see his face as he spoke. He said, “If you are mine, I will bring you great pleasure every night. But if you reject me now, you will never again know such pleasure. Will you be mine?” Her mind once again screamed at her to say no. But, her body was too demanding as she floated there with cum rolling down her legs. She nodded and whispered, “Yes, I am yours.”

In a flash she was unconscious. When she awoke she was laid upon what appeared to be a stone altar covered with animal furs. Her hands were bound together with twine and attached to a metal ring that was attached to the altar above her head. Her legs were spread wide with connected to the same type of metal rings. As she laid there completely naked and vulnerable she looked around the room with fear in her eyes. She seemed to be in some sort of cave with torches lighting the room. There were also different types of apparatus that looked like torture and bondage type of equipment. She began to cry and call out, “Let me go! Please!”

She was answered by a deep demonic sounding laugh. He appeared before her and the cloak he wore dropped to the ground. She screamed at what her eyes beheld. He was about 6 foot 5 and had a very muscular male humanoid form. His skin was red and leathery. He had a long thick tail that curled around his thigh. He grinned at her behind full lips with sharply pointed teeth. His eyes were solid black and seemed soulless. His hair was long and black like the darkest of nights. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail. His nose was wide and flared like a bull. As he stood laughing at her fear a large shiny black pointed horn appeared on each side of his head.

He slid a hand down to his aching cock. Her eyes followed his hand and she screamed anew as she fought the binds that held her. His 12 inch long 5 inch wide cock left her terrified. She screamed, “No! No! Let me go! This is not what I want!” He walked up to the table as part of her buttocks hung off the table. He lined his cock up with her pussy and said, “But you said you are mine. So, you now belong to me. You succumbed to lust. Now for all eternity you will answer my lust.”

He slowly began pushing his monster cock into her pussy. She cried and screamed from the pain. He merely chuckled, “In time you will grow used to my size, my pet. Soon you will beg me for this.” Once the head was in she passed out from the pain. He just kept pushing slowly until all 12 inches were buried deeply. He leaned down and slapped her face. As she fluttered her eyes open she cried from the pain, “No! Ow! Please, it hurts! Take it out!” He smiled and licked his lips, “The hard part is over, my pet. I am in. Now we fuck.”

 

He began the long process of slowly dragging his cock from her pussy to leave only the head in and slowly slide back in. She still screamed and pulled at the binds not enjoying this rape at all. After a few of the slow strokes he began to speed up. Soon he was slamming into her abused pussy with eagerness. He growled from the pleasure as she continued to cry and scream. Her screams only drove him on more. He got great pleasure from raping pretty women and watching them scream from his godly sized dick.

 

After what seemed an eternity he filled her womb up with his hot seed. But instead of stopping after filling her with a galloon of his demonic seed as she had hoped, he continued on thrusting. He cum spurted out of her abused pussy and soaked her ass hole. His tail moved between his legs and lined up with her asshole. The 3 inch thick tail had a rounded end. The end began to swirl the cum around the entrance of her asshole. She cried out fearful of what was next, “No! Please not there! I have never done that!”

 

The Demon ignored her as the tail began to penetrate. She of course continued to scream and struggle. When the tail was about 6 inches into her the pain was just too much. She passed out again. The Demon continued fucking her pussy and asshole. He managed to squeeze 13 inches of his 18 inch long tail into her gaping and bleeding asshole. He pounded into each hole until his cock spewed another bucket load of cum into the womb of his newly claimed sex slave.

While she was unconscious he released her ankles from the metal rings and turned her onto her stomach. She laid flat on the altar from her head to her pelvis. Her legs hung down limply as cum poured from her pussy into a pool at her feet. He walked around to the head of the altar and untied the twin from her wrists to the metal ring above her head. He pulled on it dragging her body up on the altar until her whole body save her feet was flat on the altar. He then reattached the twine to the ring.

He laid on top her as his bloody cum covered dick lined up to her asshole. He thrusted so quickly and deeply into her that she awoke with a scream. The 5 inch thickness ripped and burned her. He pounded only a few minutes into her ass until he climaxed so hard that he shook the altar. He pulled out after his seed filled her bowels. He pulled out and slapped her ass. Bloody cum squirted out of her ass. She sobbed in great pain.

He stood back and admired the abuse he inflicted on his pretty little slave. He stroked his dick appreciating the pleasure she would be giving him until the end of time. She struggled to speak as she said, “Please, now that you have your pleasure, let me go.” He stood next to the altar and stroked her back almost lovingly, “No, my pet. You may never leave me. In this place you can live forever without aging a day. All wounds are healed as well. And there is no need for food. My cum will keep you alive and well. You are bound to me now. If I die, so do you. If you go without my cum, you will die. You will pleasure your Master as he sees fit when ever he wants such pleasure. If you are not a good slave, you will be fucked anyway and also receive severe and painful punishments. You will call me master and I shall call you what ever I see fit.”

Danielle could only sob at her new predicament. She would forever more be cum bound to the cruel lustful Demon that she would know only as “Master”.