it's important Jeff" the backround noise stopped for a moment and he replied " ok tell me what's up?" after i told him my problem he added " ok when do you get off?" " i finish around 11:45am" " ok then i'll see you at 12 in the cantine" " thanks Jeff i'll see you then"

Finally 12 came and i sat down as Jeff shook my hand then handed me a brown envelope, as i opened it i asked " so whats this?" i pulled out a transfer application " trasfer papers? what use is this?" " trust me Trevor this is the best option doctor Reid is a real ball-buster and not someone you want to mess with" confused i asked " how do you know?" " well did you ever hear about that guy everbody called doctor casanova?" " yeah i heard he had sex with half the female staff" " yeah 4 doctors, 6 nurses and 4 of his paitents one of them during an x-ray!!" " i heard about that didn't he sell those on ebay?" " yeah made a bundle until the paitent sued him for it" " wow! what happened?"

" well they day of the hearing she had the missfortune of getting a female judge and the three ended up in her office where let's just say she dropped more than the charges!!" " wow! but what has he got to do with doctor Reid?" " well when she first arrived he decided to try to get into her scrubs" " and?" " oh he did it but in the end it ruined him" "how?" " well while they where at it she fell asleep!!" " SHE FELL ASLEEP!!" " hell yeah well word quikly spread and his life as doctor casanova was over" then he shugged " but if you don't belive me you can ask him yourself he's over there" Jeff pointed across the room to a very sad looking janitor who seemed to be talking to his ham roll, surprised i added " THAT'S DOCTOR CASANOVA!" " yeah word got around and he was fired and hasen't had sex in 5 years, can't even pay for it" " damn!" " yeah the only one eying him now is bobby" i tried and failed to cover a laugh " are you telling me that our only male nurse is gay?" " yeah kinda ironc huh!"

Once we stopped laughing Jeff rose from the table and added pointing at the trasfer papers " trust me thats the safest way to deal with this" i respected his advice but i loved my work and had no intentions of leaving, so at 6pm that night i paced my living room by 8 i was sure i had left a dent in the floor then the bell ran and i walked slowly to the front door.

i opened the door and there was doctor Reid waring a long trenchcoat ( as far as i knew she was a dirty dlonde who seemed to be to busy with work to pretty herself up) as i closed the door i turned around and was shocked to see that she was naked under the coat and man did i get a surprise she was shaved downstairs and had nice well rounded breasts, i was rock hard in a split second, as i took off my clothes she looked right into my eyes and said " i hope your expecting a blowjob the deal was to make me cum not you" dissapointed by this for only a moment i walked her to my bedroom and i began sucking her left breast while rubbing the right moving down i began to lick and suck her clit, i could tell she was loving it but she was doing a fantastic job of covering it up, soon enough i slid my dick inside her and began moving in and out slowly but as i looked up i saw she was counting the ceiling tiles, i pulled out and got her on all fours thinking damn it man this is your job on the line so make it happen, with new otivation i began slamming my rod deap inside her while reaching around with my hands to caress both her nipples and pussy, nothing but i wasn't ready to give up yet pulling out for a second time i got her to turn over to her right side raised her left leg and entered slowly jackpot!! i could tell allmost instantly that even though she was trying to hide it her orgasam was quickly building soon she screamed "i'm cumming!! i'm cumming!!" as her jucies ran down my dick i shot load after load into her.

We fell asleep together and as she got up to leave the next morning i grabbed her arm " hey we had a deal remember what about the pictures?" at this she smiled and replied " oh them! i'm sure they would out great, that is if i had bothered to put any film in it!" she put her hand in her pocket pulled out the camera and threw it to me to confirm what sh ehad just said, it was true it was empty, by the time i looked back up at the doorway she was gone.

 

lied with obvious joy.

"So, I take it that you're gonna to kick Penny out, and move my Sally in- good for you, Hank! However, I do think that some poetic justice is in order to settle the score with your evil wife and her lover, who, after all, has brainwashed her into denying you sex." Mina spoke up.

"What exactly are you up to, my dear future mother-in-law?" Hank asked her, evidently stunned that she would be so invested in his pleasure and revenge.

"My hunky Hank, whom I hope to keep fucking, both before and after he gets married to my sexy daughter, I want to humiliate Pastor Gilbertson and your wife by enslaving them. You could use something over them, such as the fact that they're fucking behind Mrs. Gilbertson's back. You could threaten to inform the board and the deacons of his church. What do ya think, my love?" she answered him mischievously.

Hank grinned, and told her "Well, with Penny, we will need something more, since her spouse, namely me, already knows about her affair- we could bring up her fear of deportation back to England. She would not want to return there, after having lived in the States."

So, the plan was set up, with the group to meet at Hank's house, fucking as a team while the VCR played the incriminating tape of Penny's dalliance with the pastor. Hank started things off by stripping for the girls, then making them undress in front of him.

Then, he bent each girl over the furniture, got on his knees behind them, and commenced a rimming session like none of them had ever known. He lingered with his lips and tongue over each anus, running them over it repeatedly, and making them cum in succession. He even stuck his tongue inside their sphincters, while kissing the holes themselves.

As he passionately French-kissed the arses of Mina, Sally, Connie, and Yasmin, he began to fondle their cheeks and play with their cunts. They climaxed several times from the oral assaults, and finally they were loose enough in the backdoor for him to simply insert his penis in each girl.

The first to get it was Connie, Mina's younger sister, who begged him not to stop almost as soon as he was inside. Every time he shoved it into her rectum, she pushed back against his cock and balls, revealing her furious delight at the penetration of her ass. Once Hank could not take any more stimulation, he shot off his ammo at her bullseye, which made her so wet that she came along with him in a heavy-breathing climax.

Then he took his cock straight from her butt into Yasmin's, getting the girl automatically damp from the mere fact of having just fucked her friend's horny aunt. He pushed and pulled in a sequence that was clearly intended to renew the awesome feeling of the initial thrust. Yasmin kept taking it eagerly for nearly a half hour, until at last she could take it no more: she came in a gush of girlie-juice. Once more,

Hank was so hard that he came with an impressive blast of semen, filling Yasmin's tush. When he was finished with that, he took a little break to take the tape off pause, while Connie went into the shower, taking Yasmin with her for what was looking to be a lesbian shag.

Mina grabbed Sally to finger-fuck her in both holes, getting the young lady soaking wet within a few minutes. Hank watched both this hot scene, and the tamer sex on the VCR, as Penny suddenly opened the door with Pastor Gilbertson just behind her, and then she froze at the sight before her.

There was Hank, watching a naked woman masturbate her own daughter. He was also viewing a videotape of what Penny immediately saw was her own tryst with the pastor. In a couple of seconds, he saw it too.

"Well, Hank," she finally said as her eyes began to tear "I don't know how to ever undo my betrayal, but please let me try, my dear husband."

Hank looked at her suddenly, with a stern face, and then he answered her severely "Penny, it's far too late to save our marriage, because I have been fucking around myself, in order to get what's rightfully mine, ever since one of the people at your church sent me this tape.

I have been doing Sally and Mina here, and I've just fucked Connie and Yasmin today. If you had been willing to agree to an open marriage at the beginning, we could have had something together, but, instead, you became a prudish, hypocritical zealot, thanks to the pastor here."

"What are you going to do to Penny and me?" the pastor finally inquired.

Hank threw back his head and laughed, saying "You will be paying for your hypocrisy- both of you! If I tell your wife, Reverend, not to mention your parishioners, you will lose your pastorate, your marriage, and, definitely, your parsonage. You will not be able to leech off people, but will have to get a real job for once.

So, I'm handing you over to Mina, as a thank you to her for suggesting that I find this way to pay you back. You will be her slave for the rest of your life, finally putting some meaning into all B.S. about 'service'. Penny here will belong to Connie, for whatever purpose she has in mind for her. That way, both of you will get punished for your failure to simply share and share alike."

"Wait a second, Hank- do you mean that I now own Pastor Gilbertson here, and can make him do anything I like? If so, then I will exact a price for whenever he wants to fuck any woman besides me or his wife- he will have to take a cock or dildo up his ass every time he does that!" Mina said with undeniable excitement.

"Good idea, Mina, since Guy could never settle down any more than I could; you might use that to control him, so that he is penalized for having preached against sexual freedom all of these years." Hank replied.

"What about me, Hank? What will you do if I don't cooperate with your little scheme to exact revenge on me?" Penny asked him with some consternation and umbrage at his assumption that he could make her comply with him.

"Well, that's simple, my wife, because once I divorce you, the INS would very interested to learn about it. You probably don't relish the idea of going back to Liverpool, do you? What about spending some time in a federal holding cell, pending deportation hearings?" Hank retorted gleefully.

Penny's face paled, as she realized that her immigrant status was leverage that Hank had all along, and it had never occurred to her that he could, much less would, use it against her. Well, it was fair, she supposed, and she could be tossed out of the country if she rebelled against it, so she would simply have to accept it after all.

At that moment, Connie and Yasmin came out of the bathroom with towels half-covering their lovely bodies. "Connie, I am giving Penny to you as a reward for your help, as well as a penalty for her hypocrisy- how does that sound?" he told her.

"So, Penny is my sex slave, instead of your wife, right? I'm guessing that you used her nationality and the threat of deportation as blackmail. Thank you, Hank, because I would love to dominate Penny, making her eat me in the shower like Yasmin just did. I bet that she has never been screwed by a woman before, but I will change that quickly!" Connie gushed.

Penny was clearly terrified at the thought of being forced to have sex with women, but she was not nearly as frightened as the pastor, who was not looking forward to being buggered.

Hank laughed again, saying "I'm gonna fuck Sally and Mina here, while the 2 of you contemplate your new lives of bondage. Connie, I suggest that you move Penny in with you, so she can have a place to stay and be there to serve you properly. Sally and Yasmin are staying with me, while the pastor will visit Mina now and then, reporting for sexual duty at a given time that she prefers."

He then put Mina down on all fours and mounted her ass for a thorough fucking. He shoved his manhood inside her with vigor, getting her all worked up with arousal, as his cock stretched her looser and looser. He contined plundering her butt for what seemed like an hour, getting her drenched with sweat and vaginal cum, while Sally took her mother's tongue along her rectal region.

Sally was moaning louder, as was her Mom, until Hank finally relieved his scrotum into Mina's heinie. He let the woman finish the ass-licking, however, making mother and daughter each reach orgasm.

Then, he straddled Sally missionary-style and fucked her rectum royally while lifting her thighs and buns. He rammed her with increasing momentum, letting the crescendo of pleasure build for several minutes, until both his genitals and hers were ready to climax together. She screamed, he grunted, and they both came, spending themselves simultaneously.

While this happened, Mina ordered her new slave to his knees, telling him to fuck Connie hard, while she deflowered his manhole. He protested for a second, but then he remembered that this was the lesser evil, next to getting defrocked.

He entered Connie's waiting cunt, pushing eagerly to just get the whole thing over with for now, but Mina then slapped his face, saying "Hey, bitch, go easy on my sister- give her a slow, complete penetration, not a ramfest! You don't have the right to rough sex with some woman- that's for free people like me and Hank!"

He obeyed, sliding in and out with more consideration for the sister of his new mistress. Even so, Mina proved that she did indeed have the option to fuck someone hard, as she slammed her strap-on dildo into the pastor's ass.

He wailed at the sudden sensation of a sharp pain in his rear, but she slapped him again, telling him "Shut up, slave, and take it like a man! I am going to fuck you like the pansy slut that you are, nancy boy! Get used to it, 'cause that's how you're getting fucked from now on with me in command."

Connie next gave an order, instructing Penny to sit on her face, so she eat her out while Guy Gilbertson fucked her pussy. "You will look at his face hard, knowing that you will never be allowed to have sex with a man again- your sex life will be all lesbian henceforth!" she told a stunned Penny, who never much wanted to fuck girls, but knew that she had no choice.

She sat on Connie's face, looked at Guy's face, and wept at the thought that she was losing both of the men in her life, with them replaced by a bisexual dominatrix. Even so, Connie was revelling in precisely that idea, eating Penny's pussy with ecstatic joy.

Against her wishes, Penny was being made to cum by a woman, and there was nothing she could about it, if she wanted to stay in the States. As the surge of pleasure ripped through her under-sexed body, she knew that this was her due, that she was being paid back for all of the mistreatment she had dished out to Hank and others.

At last, Mina came, followed by the pastor, and then Connie had her orgasm, evidently accelerated by the delights of Penny's cunt. Hank looked at the scene in front and thought- it's a damned shame that this is not in a porno film, because it would beat all of them!

Thus, the marriage of Hank and Penny Leicester became the enslavement of Guy and Penny and the engagement of Hank and Sally. This was only the best thing for all, giving everyone what they really needed in fact- karma.

made her feel alive; like the time that she had first flown solo or rode a bike by herself, even.  He was rough and he was brutal but he was beautiful and passionate and intense and she lo –

No.  Stop right there.

It was definitely a problem.  Suzanne had a job to do – to finish, and people were relying on her.  She needed to get to a phone.  Sasha had a mobile but he’d never left it where she could get at it without him knowing.  She was going to have to think of something, she was running out of time.  If she wasn’t careful, she was going to be late, in more ways than one.

The opportunity presented itself in the end.  They were making dinner, and Sasha left Suzanne in charge of stirring the food while he went upstairs to take a shower.  She turned away from the cooker to find that he’d left his mobile on the kitchen table.  Strange.  She waited for several moments, and then heard Sasha enter the bathroom and turn on the shower.  It was perfect.  She grabbed the phone and dialled the number for her contact, quickly stirring their dinner while making sure that she was in sight of the stairs.  She’d see his shadow approach in time to put the phone back so that he was none the wiser.

It seemed to ring forever, and Suzanne bit her lip in trepidation.  Was she too late?  A strange mixture of emotion washed over her at that thought.  Something else not to think about.  The call connected just in time to spare her having to identify her emotions.

Silence.  She spoke quietly, identifying herself with her call sign and password only.  The person on the other end of the line was satisfied, and confirmed their identity to her.  “Report?” Suzanne asked softly.

“Intelligence confirms they are acting on your information and moving into position,” the voice replied.  “We will be ready to meet them.  Everything is going as planned.”

“When?”

“Approximately seven hours.  A team will be ready for extraction.  Location?”

“Can you trace the position of this call?”

“Of course.”

“Then it will be from here.”

“Agreed.  We will extract you as soon as the operation begins.”

Suzanne’s breath caught in her throat and she didn’t respond for a moment.  She had no idea that things were going to happen so soon.

“Ma’am?”  the voice on the other end of the line enquired.

“Yes,” she replied, trying to mentally shake herself.  “I’ll be ready.”

“I’m glad to hear your voice again, ma’am.  See you back at Operations.”

“Thank you,” Suzanne replied, and ended the call.  A moment later, the shower turned off.  She searched through the unfamiliar language of the menus of the phone, trying to find the call logs.  She found the entry for the call that she had just made and deleted that single entry, thankful that the mobile phone was a Nokia and she was familiar enough with it to do this even if she wasn’t sure of all of the language.  She placed the phone back on the table exactly as if it hadn’t been disturbed, and returned to stirring their dinner.

Sasha returned to the kitchen feeling slightly uneasy but not sure why.  He spotted the phone on the table and instantly recognised his potentially massive mistake.  It didn’t look as if it had been moved, but he couldn’t be sure.  “Dinner’s ready,” Suzanne said over her shoulder absently.  When he didn’t reply, she turned to look at him, a puzzled look on her face.

He still didn’t say anything.  Suzanne followed his gaze to rest on the mobile, then looked back up at him, a look of slight disappointment and embarrassment on her face.  She looked away again, then turned back to the cooker and busied herself with stirring.  The intention was to make him realise that she hadn’t touched the phone.  Of course she hadn’t, and how could he think such a thing of her?  He still wasn’t moving, so she sniffed a couple of times softly, willing tears to come to her eyes.

Sasha trusted Suzanne not to try to hurt him, and she hadn’t tried to leave when he’d left her in the house on her own.  But to leave his phone where she could get to it?  He wasn’t so sure that she wouldn’t have tried to contact someone.  Not until he heard her sniffling, at least.  He swore under his breath softly, walked up towards her and slipped his phone into his pocket on the way.  He slid his arms around her from behind and slid his mouth to her neck, nuzzled gently.

Suzanne wiped the tears from her face angrily and redoubled her efforts in stirring, attempting to ignore Sasha in his quest for the extra sensitive area below her ear.  “Come here,” he whispered, turning her around in his arms.

“No,” she replied sulkily, trying to stop him from turning her to face him, but she wasn’t trying too hard.  He pulled her away from the cooker and leaned her against the table.  “Dinner’s going to burn,” she warned, and he shrugged, sliding his hand along the back of her thigh and up to her arse, sliding the (rather large) shirt she was wearing out of the way as he went.  He slid his other hand to her cheek and pulled her towards him, kissing gently.  She pulled away from him, still putting up a façade of protest in order to save face.  He pulled her back and kissed harder.

Suzanne didn’t protest any further as Sasha lifted her onto the table and laid her back, then unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it out of the way.  He slid his palms from the bottom of her breast down to her hips, laid a gentle kiss just above her pubic hair.  She gasped as her body jerked sharply.  She was burning immediately, her legs parting automatically and without her consent.  He slid her towards the edge of the table, leaned over her to look directly in her eyes and slid one finger into her mouth.  She licked for a moment, then sucked gently until he withdrew it again.  He slid the wet finger over one of her nipples gently and she moaned in frustration.

Sasha repeated his actions, sliding his wet finger over Suzanne’s other breast gently.  She arched against him, murmured softly in Bosnian the equivalent of “Oh please just fuck me Sasha!”  He slid his finger to her mouth and shushed her, slid his mouth against her ear again.

“Don’t talk,” he whispered softly.  “Just relax.”  He slid his finger into her mouth again, then slid the torturing wet digit down into her pubic hair and onto her clitoris.  He stroked gently, leaned over and slid a nipple into his mouth and sucked for a moment.  Suzanne writhed, and then Sasha bit into her nipple slowly.  A low moan escaped her and she shuddered as her body surged into orgasm.  Sasha smiled, slid back up to kiss her as her body relaxed again. 

“I have to go out tomorrow,” Sasha whispered.  “Early.  I should be back by midday.”  He was already sliding back down, parting her legs again and she felt his breath on her thighs.  Oh god.  Thinking was becoming difficult…

If he was going out in the morning, it meant that he was going to do a job.  And the only job it could possibly be was the one she had given them information on.  If he went there, he would die.  And she couldn’t warn him without telling him why.  Oh god.

She’d have to stop him.  She was glad she had one more trick up her sleeve that would allow her to do that.  He was by no means a good or decent man, but she wasn’t going to kill him.  And she wasn’t going to ask herself why, either.

Sasha slid one finger inside her and his tongue onto her clitoris and Suzanne lost her train of thought completely.  She slid her hands into his hair and scratched his scalp gently, pulling him closer.  He groaned in contentment and the vibrations from his voice caused Suzanne to come again.

“Please Sasha,” she whispered softly, and he stood up slowly.  He unbuttoned his pants and leaned over her, and Suzanne raised her legs and locked them around his back.  He braced his forearms on the table on either side of Suzanne’s head, and slid against her gently.  Suzanne slid her arms along Sasha’s sides until she reached his arse, and pulled a little.  He bumped against her, stretched her opening slightly until she moaned in anticipation, then pulled back out to rest against her.  She looked up at him, saw the look in his eyes and knew exactly what he wanted.

“Sasha…” she whispered softly, sliding her hand back across his hips and brushing her fingers across the length of his penis and down to her clitoris.  She stroked for a moment, let her head fall backwards for a moment as she moaned in pleasure and he groaned in response.  She looked back into his eyes as she whispered “I’m hot and I’m wet.”  She slid a finger inside herself and then pulled it back out to stroke along his penis again.  “See?  Don’t you want to feel that?”

His mock resistance never did last long.  Sasha cured the ache inside Suzanne with one forceful thrust which caused her to whine in pain-laced pleasure as he settled inside her.  She slid her hands back to his arse and pulled hard, wanting him to move even harder.  Every thrust was causing her to cry out in pain as he bumped her cervix, and she scratched her nails along his back until he had to hold her arms down.  She came again, and her lust for pain lessened as her body calmed down again.  Sasha slowed his movement inside her and she moaned in appreciation.  He let her arms go and she slid them around him, one sliding into his hair and stroking gently.

“Aleksandar,” she whispered, using his full Christian name for the first time since she’d found out that Sasha was a pet name.  “I…”  She stopped herself from saying something very stupid.  “You’re so beautiful.”

He looked at her for a moment, wondered what she had meant to say, but she wouldn’t look at him and so he couldn’t tell.  She slid her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls gently and he forgot all about what she had been going to say.

The dinner was burned, but they ate it anyway.  Suzanne was quiet during the meal, worrying about the night ahead.  Sasha didn’t notice; he was relaxed and he had a full belly and he was never much of a talker, anyway.  Suzanne sneaked to the bathroom while they were cleaning the dishes, a sharp knife concealed in her shirt sleeve.  She sat on the toilet with her left foot dangling over the bath, and felt along the arch of her foot for two small bumps.  Grimacing, she slid the knife into the skin to the side of the left bump, and a small capsule plopped out of the wound, along with a ridiculous amount of blood.  She ran her foot under the cold water and pressed tissue paper to the cut until the bleeding stopped, washing the capsule in the water as well.  She hid the knife in the cistern of the toilet before padding down the stairs again.

Suzanne busied herself preparing a hot drink for both of them, breaking open the capsule and dumping the contents into Sasha’s cup while his back was turned.  They drank their tea and then plodded upstairs to bed, Suzanne’s stomach in knots at the thought of what was about to happen.  Sasha sank onto the bed, the sedative already taking its toll on him.  He frowned; he knew that something was wrong but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it.  Suzanne lifted his face towards her and stroked his cheek gently.

“I’m sorry Sasha,” she whispered softly.  “Please believe that I’m doing this to try to help you.  I can’t let them kill you.”  She wasn’t sure if he could hear her, but she had to say something.  She knew that he would be mad as hell when he woke up in the morning.

Suzanne didn’t sleep.  She sat up and watched Sasha sleep as she waited for her extraction team to arrive.  The sound of an approaching engine signalled that she had to leave.  She had slid on a pair of his pants as well as the shirt, but his boots were ridiculously large and so she had to go barefoot.  She checked that Sasha was still sleeping soundly, then kissed him gently before creeping downstairs.  She had to wipe tears from her eyes before she opened the door and met the familiar face of her handler waiting to meet her.

 

Sasha knew that something was wrong as soon as he woke up.  His body was heavy and his head was groggy.  He usually woke up instantly; a necessity in his line of work.  And the other side of the bed was empty.  And cold.  And it was light.  Shit!  He laid back in the bed, trying to clear the fog in his head.  She’s gone.

What could have gone wrong?  He never overslept, and he never woke up feeling like this.  The dinner had been burned, yes, but it wasn’t poisonous.  She’s gone.

He leaned his head over the edge of the bed and threw up, his body expelling the majority of last night’s meal, and whatever was causing him to feel like this. She’s gone.

Sasha grabbed his rifle and his handgun and ran downstairs, checking to make sure that yes, she really was gone.  Shit, shit, shit.  He tried to calm himself so that he could think.  His first priority was to get to his earlier destination, and find out what had happened.  Then he could worry about finding the girl.  He jumped into his truck and sped off, anger burning through the throbbing in his head.  He almost couldn’t believe what he found.

Bodies.  He’d expected bodies, but not the ones that lay on the ground in front of him.  Someone had ambushed the Serb soldiers, and they lay dead in the mud, weapons strewn where they had dropped them.  He spotted Boskovic and his commanding officer, and several others whose names eluded him, but they had all been stationed at the base from where he removed Suzanne.  He left, not wanting to be a target for any snipers that might have been left behind, just in case.

The anger overtook his calm now as a hundred thoughts ran through Sasha’s head at once.  She’d lied to him.  She’d told them what they wanted to hear and they had believed her, biding her time until she could escape.  She’d kept him happy with sex and lured the soldiers into a trap that was meant for him, as well.  A wave of emotion washed over him that felt dangerously close to pain and he viciously kicked the side of the truck in frustration.  He was meant to be dead here, too!

But she’d drugged him.  Stopped him from leaving the house on time.  Why?  What could she have possibly gained by him not turning up to do his job as he’d been ordered?  He growled furiously as he realised that this now looked as if he’d been the one who’d set them up.  The chances of him getting out of this alive were slim indeed.

It was past midday.  If she’d left after he’d fallen asleep, she would have had hours to get away now.  He’d never find her today.  Deciding that his best chance for survival was to get away from the scene as quickly as possible, he got back into the truck and headed east as fast as the shitheap could manage.  He ground his teeth in frustration as he tried to work out a plan of action.  He wasn’t going to stop until he found her, and he didn’t care where he had to go to do it.  And when he did, she was going to regret it.

bum... He was trying his hardest not to make a sound; I guess you had told him the same thing you always tell me, that if he made a sound the punishment would double, and I knew he wouldn't want that. Heck, he didn't want what he was getting now!

You told me to go around so that Mickey could see me, and I knew from the look on Mickey's face I was a surprise... or shock. Mickey was really embarrassed; he didn't want me seeing him getting caned. I noticed something else too; his dingle dangle was stiff, just like it was just before we... fucked.

"Tell my little girl what it means when your cock is stiff and you are being caned, Michael," you growled, striking his bum even harder when he hesitated.

"It means I like it." Mickey flinched again because you hit him even harder. "I'm enjoying being hit by your father, being punished," he groaned.

"Much better. We're going to turn you into a pain slut as well, it would seem," you said before ordering Mickey to his knees. "Unzip me. I want my little girl to see what a good cock sucker you've turned out to be." The look on Mickey's face was one of horror, and yet I got the feeling he wanted to show me at the same time.

I watched as Mickey sucked your dingle dangle, then you grabbed his head and it was like you were face-fucking him, and he wasn't pulling away. He was... enjoying it. Then you rammed yourself deep into Mickey's throat, so he couldn't breathe, and told him to swallow it all.

Mickey nodded slightly to show he understood, and swallowed everything you had to give him. I guessed it was the gunk that Mickey shot into me, into my little hole, whenever we ... fucked. When you pulled out, you still had his head in your hands, so he wasn't able to move as he swallowed the final load of gunk.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you Mickey?" you asked quietly.

"Yes sir, I enjoyed it very much," he replied, and he wasn't just saying the words. It really seemed that he'd enjoyed what you had done, and were doing, to him.

"Little girl, get on the desk now, on your hands and knees, your arse facing Mickey," you ordered, smiling when I quickly obeyed. "Mickey is going to put his fist inside you, just like I did this afternoon, and while he's doing this I'm going to give you 10 strokes with the cane on each of your arse cheeks. Do you understand, girl?"

I nodded, though I didn't want 10 with the cane anywhere. From past experience, though, I realized that making any kind of protest would double the punishment, so I had to agree. Mickey slowly pushed in one finger, then two, then three, and so on until the whole of his hand was inside me. Then you ordered him to fistfuck me, to make me cum while he caned me.

You added that if I didn't cum by the end of the caning it would be his arse to be fistfucked next, and that it would not be as gentle as Mickey was being with me. Then you leant over and whispered into my ear, so that Mickey couldn't hear, that if I came I'd be caned another 100 times on each butt cheek and on my cunt! Mickey said that he understood, and began to fistfuck me to a rhythm he knew would get me to cum. At the same time the caning started, and it hurt, and I wanted to scream and yell for you to stop, but you didn't. You wouldn't.

Half way through you bent over and asked me if I'd cum yet. I shook my head, knowing that if I tried to speak it would just come out in a yell or something. "Pity," you said, then began caning my other bum cheek, with Mickey still fisting me. Tears were streaming down my cheeks, but you didn'tseem to care. You were going to have your fun with Mickey and me, and no one would stop you. No one would dare.

Mickey didn't know you'd ordered me not to cum and was trying his hardest to make me cum. He couldn't figure out why I wasn't cumming like he could usually make me. He probably thought it was because I was being fisted; I know Mickey and how he thinks.

You gave me the last strike on the second butt cheek and asked me if I had cum yet. With tears streaming down my face I shook my head, "No daddy, I haven't." Of course, you knew that already, and you told Mickey to take his hand from my cunt so that I could move away and Mickey could take my place.

You asked him if he'd ever been fucked in the arse and Mickey shook his head. 'No sir' You suddenly whacked him with the cane and said that he was about to be fucked in the arse with your fist, and that he'd better enjoy it, or else....

Mickey and I both knew what 'or else' meant - definitely something unpleasant. You told Mickey to spread his cheeks wide and not to make a sound, reminding him that if he did something would happen. I didn't know what that was, but it seemed to terrify Mickey, and he nodded his understanding.

Without warning you rammed your entire fist into Mickey's arse hole. Mickey couldn't stop himself letting out a yell, begging you to stop. The look on his face when he realised he'd made a sound is one I'll never forget. His eyes closed briefly when you told him to pick up the phone and dial, and he obeyed while you continued to ravage his arse.

"Mum, Michael here, Mr. McMasters wants to see you, now." He somehow managed to speak in an almost normal voice, though how he did I will never know.

I remained where I'd been ordered to stand, wondering what you wanted with Mickey's mother, and missed the rest of the conversation. When Mickey hung up the phone I noticed that his dingle dangle was harder than I'd ever seen it. I asked him in some surprise: "Do you like what daddy is doing to you?"

You indicated to Mickey that he must tell me the truth, and he nodded, saying: "Yes, I love it."

"You think I'd like it too?" I asked in a whisper. Somehow I needed to know.

"I think you'll enjoy it even more than I do, girl... do you like your cunt fisted?" Mickey whispered back, with a grimace... "Sir, may I cum please?" he implored desperately.

"Cum in the glass next to you, slut" was your reply, and to my amazement, while you were still fisting Mickey's bum, he took the glass and held it in such a position that he could cum into it... two seconds later he was cumming and cumming. "Give it to my girl. Now remember, you must swallow it all without stopping," you said to me as I took the glass and drank obediently.

Just then there was a knock on the door... Mickey's mummy.

is man who had turned my life upside down . In the last year I had only seen him twice, the first meeting was very short ,cold with no feelings, it was when he walked into our family home demanding payment, ordering my father to get me ready for my new life with him, at the time I didn’t understand what he meant, even now a year on and was still finding it hard to except what is happening to me.

The last year had been one long lesson of learning in what my father called being a good wife, and all what that entailed ,I was learning how to keep the house and myself immaculate at all time of the day and night , sometime my father would inspect the house early hours of the morning and if there was anything out of place then I was to be waken and punished , at first, the punishment was me lying on my parents bed and being smacked as I was always naked when at home and night time was no exception. I soon got use to the feel of his hand on my naked skin, he wouldn’t tell me how many smacks I was to receive, he would just carry on until either the cheeks of my arse was red sore, or the tears from my eyes convinced him that I had has enough. As the months pasted the punishment got more stern, sometimes he would use his belt other times, a whip or flogger for these he would cuff my hands being above my head and my legs would be spread and attached to the legs of his bed , while I was still fourteen he only ever made contact with my back, legs, arms I was always held face down ever allowed to look him in the face as he carried out my punishments each and everyday he found some reason to punish me beside the obligatory ten that I got as part of my lessons on becoming a good wife.

All that was to change on my fiftieth birthday, and my second meeting with the man who was to become my husband, as I stepped in through the front door and was just about to start to undress as I was not allowed to wear any clothes from the I first stepped back into my home , I could hear people talking as this was the first time that we had visitors at our home in the last year I wasn’t sure what to do, and as I didn’t know who our visitor was I made my way up the stairs still fully clothed, I was three steps from the top when my father asked me what I was doing, as I turned to answer him, I stopped mid sentence as Jeff that’s my husband name, as Jeff was stood next to him, my father calmly asked me to come back downstairs and join them, I knew I was in trouble from the expression on my fathers face, what I didn’t know was how much trouble. As I walked pass them to enter the room I could feel Jeff staring, his eyes felt like hot irons boring into me. I glanced up at him and just from his presents I started to blush, I could feel my face start to burn, I began to fidget, I felt uncomfortable being so near to him, I looked pleadingly at my mother, but she just gave a weak smile and lowered her head to which I copied.

I stood in silence head bowed waiting for my father to talk, to my surprised it was Jeff that started off the conversation. It was like I wasn’t even in the room as he spoke about me, reprimanding my mother at such a sloppy job she was doing in my training, that by now I should at least be accustom to being naked no matter who was about, my mother opened her moth to speak but before any words came out, she was on the floor with one swift move he had struck my mother and knocked her to the ground. I stared at my father waiting for some protest to come from him, when I realised there was to be none, without thinking I rushed to my mother trying to help her up, I was screaming at this man to leave my mother alone even after nearly a year of being beaten by my own father the shock of watching some stranger hit my mother was too much. I was crying and screaming at the same begging my father to help me get her up while screaming at Jeff to leave her alone, I screamed at him to fuck off that he was a monster, yelling at my dad to phone the police to get this animal removed from our house, all this time my mother was pushing me away sobbing that she was ok that she had lost her balance, that he hadn’t really hurt her. I could see the swelling coming up on her face but still my father didn’t move. With all the strength I could muster I ran towards Jeff ready to hit out. I have never been a fighter and I was amazed by my own anger towards Jeff, but I wanted to hurt him as he had just hurt my mother, but all he did was laugh, even before I had got within feet of him he had hold of my arms restraining me. Without looking at me he ordered my father to fetch his restraints, within minutes I was cuffed with my hands behind my back. And a space bar between my legs so I was unable too kick out, even after this I was still shouting in protest, with a look of indifference on his face Jeff turned to me, holding my chin with his one hand , with his other he slapped me, hard, it stung instantly the burning that engulfed my face was unbearable tears came quickly to my eyes, as hard as I tried not to show him, I couldn’t stop them from flowing. I hated myself for being so weak as my tears turned to sobs. I hung my head low, not wanted him to watch me, I shook as I stood there after all I was just fifteen, all this was too much for me to handle, I felt so alone, scared, venerable. To have these feeling running through me while both my parents was in the same room as me, the two people who I always thought would keep me from harms way, even with my father beating me everyday in my heart I believe he wouldn’t allow anyone to bring harm to me, and yet it was Jeff that came to me, held me in his strong arms and soothed my tears away, the very man that has caused all my pain was the man that wanted to help take it away, he kissed me softly hushing me into silence. I had never in my short life felt the need to have that feeling of safety, I wanted him to hold me forever even though I was still cuffed I tried my best to push my body into his to feel his warmth, when I was still and calm again, he removed himself from me . As I felt the rush of air come between us as he moved I whimpered slightly, tilting my head up towards him he leaned down to kiss me so lightly on the lips, as he did he torn at my clothes ripping them off me saying that I was always to be naked.

Turning his attention once again to my mother who had stayed on her knees and had also composed herself enough to listen to him talking to her. As I was saying, he continued you have failed with your teaching of my new wife, from the display she has just shown she is no where near ready to be brought to me. My mother once again hung her head low, as he carried on talking about me, Jeff moved closer to my mother, my father stood silent just watching , then without warning he pulled her to her feet his voice changed to one that was fully in command. Looking at my father he ordered him to leave the room, after my father was gone he marched up to my mother looking at her , his tone was one of displeasure as he spoke to her , what are you waiting for you know what is to come to you for such poor teaching of my bride to be, my mother unable to look at Jeff pleading with him to have my father remove me also from the room, in a cruel manner Jeff ignored my mother pleads and without hesitation ripped her dress away from her. There she was stood in front of me, trying hard to cover herself up. Roughly he pulled at her bra and knickers, now my mother may have been almost 40 but she kept herself fit and even though her size c cup tits dropped a little they still looked firm to me, her stomach was a little bit flabby but she still had a small waist, her legs was her best featured being 5’ 10 they was slim and toned.

Again she begging Jeff to remove me from the room, still he ignored her pleas telling her that this will be a valued lesson that I need to learn , she hung her head she knew she was defeated knowing that he wasn’t going to change his mind. First he got her to spread her legs for him, he was getting annoyed at how slow she was responding to him commands , while he looked across to me to make sure I was watching the events enfold in front of me, he casually started to twist her nipples my eyes moved between Jeff’s hands and my mothers face as the look of pain spread across it, as he twisted harder then replacing his hands with his mouth he bit down hard on her nipple while his other hand forced its way into her cunt , without warning he pushed hard plunging his hand deeper into her , mother trying desperately to widen her legs to allow more room for his hand to bury itself into her cunt , her cunt seemed far to small for his whole hand to disappear into , her cries turning to screams , but while he worked his fist in and out each time going a little deeper into her cunt, it seemed to me that there was something shinny almost wet over his fingers it seemed to make the sliding go a little more smoothly,

and my mothers scream slowly turned to moans , not taking my eyes off her cunt as Jeff worked his fist fully into her almost lifting her off the ground as he rammed. Unable to both bit her nipples and work his fist into my mother, he called my father back into the room getting him to attached what I thought looked like pretty little earrings onto her nipples but with the begging and pleading that my mother was doing I knew what ever they was they was only there to bring pain to her. Confused and very frightened, I watch in fascination to the reaction my mother seemed to go through as her ordeal carried on, at first I wasn’t to scream out at Jeff that he was hurting her, but now she seemed to be getting pleasure from what both Jeff and my father was doing to her, after fixing the nipple clamps to my mother nipple my father took his flogger to her as Jeff had her standing with his fist deep into her cunt, he was now trying to work something into her arse , he was using so much force the sweat pouring down my mothers body only made her look all the more beautiful to me, I was no longer worried about the pain she made be in, just watching Jeff fist fuck my mother as I father whipped her, this was the most wondrous act I had ever witnessed , days later I realised that was the first sexual act I had ever seen, having never watched a porn film or even a porn mag up until that point all I knew about sex was the childish chat I had had with school friends . And there I was watching my mother getting used like a doll, neither man have any thought for her feeling they just wanted to take from her their own gratification.

After what seemed to me to be an eternity my father threw his flogger to one side Jeff who still had his fist up her cunt with all this wet stuff running down over his wrist, as I found out later when talking to my mother that wetness was called cum, with one or two very deep plunges he ripped his fist out, I could hear the squelching sound of my mother cunt, my father still standing behind her bent her over unable to watch what he was doing I heard his zip being undone with some movement he rammed his cock into my mother, he didn’t seem to care at that point that I was there watching him fuck my mother as if she was some sort of object, pulling her head back by her hair with every thrust of his cock her moaning again began to grow with both a mix of pleasure and pain coming from her mouth, he leaned forward grabbing hold of her tit as they bounced about from the force.

I could feel Jeff staring at me but I was unable to take my eyes off my parents, the effect of watching them was taking hold of me without knowing why I started rocking with the movements my their fucking small moans was escaping from my mouth with my hands bound I couldn’t get to the burning feeling that was growing in my own cunt , sensing Jeff was behind me I leaned back into his body pushing my arse into his hard cock that I could feel under his jeans grinding my arse and not really knowing why the sensation was almost electric losing myself in the waves of pleasure, I closed my eyes hoping that it would help bring relief to this uncontrollable feeling I was having not being able to stand it any longer I found myself begging for it to stop, not knowing what it would take for the feeling to go away, but knowing I needed something to stop it, they I felt Jeff lower me back slightly bringing his leg up between my legs rubbing his knee up against my cunt and clit pushing enough pressure to bring me to my first climax with me dry humping his leg getting closer to cum, Jeff rolling my nipples in his fingers pulling on them I could feel the pain but I was so far gone in wanting to cum that it only added to my pleasure, with Jeff being well over 6’ and myself just over 5 he was able to lean over me and pulling my tit up he manage to get my nipple into his mouth pulling and biting on it harder, the closer I got to cumming . Opening my eyes again I would still see my father fucking my mother but his eyes was on me. He was watching me fuck on Jeff leg while he fucked my mother, with that tears started to roll down my face as my body started to jerk and tremble into its first orgasm, I felt ecstasy flow over me as I started to cum moaning louder as the wave hit me with what almost sounded like an animal I screamed out my first orgasm. Coming back down from my high , my eyes caught my fathers again but this time he stopped fucking my mother and walked around from her, for the first time in my life I saw a mans penis and it belonged to my father, it seemed huge to me it was standing out straight all wet and shinny just like Jeff’s fist had been, it bounced about while he walked in front of my mother , she opened her mouth and he rammed it into her turning his head to watch me watching them as he fucked her mouth there was a strange sort of pride in his face as he fucked her mouth, Jeff leaving me with my own thoughts as I watched my father hold my mothers head still as he shot his load time and time again down her throat, I watched her mouth to see if any came back out but it didn’t, she drank the whole lot.

Jeff stood by my side with his hand now firmly playing with my tits as he undid his zip, my eyes darted down to see his cock, it was bigger than my fathers and a bit thicker it looked so powerful, he took my hand and showed me how to rub it. He pushed me to my knees and ordered me to kiss it, not knowing what to do I kissed it like I would a mouth it tasted a bit salty as he rubbed some slimy stuff over my lips. I opened my mouth as I had watched my mother do to, when he stopped kneeling down in front of me he kissed me hard, full on my moth pushing his tongue into my mouth we kissed like that for a few minutes the whole time I was rubbing his cock, looking me in the eyes he told me I wasn’t ready yet and that I was to be a good girl and learn my lessons well, and he would be back to claim me when I had, the look of disappointment was evident on my face, he smiled at me, almost laughing he told me that it wouldn’t be long before he was fucking my cunt sore and I would be begging for him to stop, with tears in my eyes I just nodded at him. Leaving me kneeling he also walked to my mother, she was there whimpering as she was kneeling down for him he got on his knees and got mother to lick his cock wet then walking behind her, he pulled the dildo out of her arse and replaced it with his cock looking at the dildo that he had throw to the floor it was longer than Jeffs cock but it wasn’t as wide, after a few attempts of getting his cock my mothers arse he took it out and again got her to suck it lick it, it need more spit on it, with jeff’s cock aching to cum he didn’t mess about this time . He just grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in to stifle her cries father pushed the dildo that had been up her arse for the last 40 minutes back into her mouth , fucking her mouth with it until his own cock was hard again, he also threw the dilso away as he again fucked me moth as Jeff fucked her arse .father got so turned on watching her lick the dildo clean that he shot his load about the same time as Jeff did.

With both Jeff and my father spent and my mother almost sleeping where she lay, my arms was now hurting me from being tied behind my back for so long , Jeff cleaned himself up then came to me undoing the cuff he carried me up to my room putting in to my bed telling me to get some sleep, I had to know before he left, if I would be seeing him again soon. He smiled at me and promised me it wouldn’t be too long before he would be here again and with that he walked out of my room.

Chapter two soon