Strict Social Services: The Lesbian Rape of Missy

Strict Social Services: The Lesbian Rape of Missy

Chapter 2

 

By Powerone (controlher@hotmail.com) and Missy ( missy_beauty1985@yahoo.com)

Copyright 2004

F+/f, humil, solo, reluc, bond, young , oral, rape

He knelt over her lovingly as Missy shivered partly in fear and partly in ecstasy. It had been such a lovely dinner, James being a perfect gentleman, as he complimented her on the blouse and skirt she wore. Missy paid special attention when she dressed, making sure her ample breasts were prominently displayed, a good bit of cleavage to entice him. The conversation continued during the dinner, James seemed to be genuinely interested in listening to what she had to say.

The movie, a "chick-flick" that Missy had picked even had James interested, not like her other dates that took her to the latest action movie. It was half way through the movie when his hand moved out and touched hers; Missy had let him hold her hand. She felt so comfortable with him. As the movie became more of a "tear jerker" she actually snuggled up closer to him, James letting his hand slip across her shoulder now. She wasn't even sure when or why it happened but suddenly he had kissed her. Missy slipped her tongue into his mouth as she kissed him passionately. His kiss was equally passionate as he hugged her closer, Missy making sure that she pressed her breasts into his chest, sure that he could feel her nipples poking him.

The rest of the movie was a blur; she wasn't even if they saw the end or even cared. They kissed passionately; the gentle touch of his lips on hers excited her, as she had never felt before. She flinched for a minute when his hand touched her breast, taking a deep breath, shivering in lust as his strong hand molded one of her breasts, touching it so lovingly, her nipple feeling like it would burst. She could only moan in pleasure as he played with her nipple, lightly pinching the swollen flesh. She became braver, letting her hand slip down and touch his knee, a sudden gasp from his lips as he realized what she was doing. She let her fingers caress up the inside of his leg, feeling his taut muscles. She had never touched a boy's penis before, but James had ignited a lust in her that was driving her crazy.

Suddenly the lights came on, both of the quickly straightening up in their seats, Missy making sure her blouse was buttoned, smoothing over the wrinkles from his fingers, his touch still lingering.

He snuggled her close as they walked out, Missy nested beneath his arm as if she belonged there.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" They walked over to his car.

"Yes, that would be nice. Where?" She wasn't sure where this was going, a little hesitant.

"Well, there is a Starbucks a couple of blocks away, but with the movie finishing, it will be packed and noisy. Or we could go to my house. I have a new cappuccino machine that I would love to try out for you." He held his breath, almost afraid of the answer.

Missy thought for a moment. She didn't want to go home, but she wanted a more intimate place then a crowded Starbucks. She could handle it. Even though she was a virgin, she had petted some and the thought of James fingers on her body again was making her pussy wet with desire. "I love cappuccino," she answered, a smile on Jame's face showing his pleasure.

The entered his apartment, tastefully furnished, especially for a guy. She sat down on the couch, making sure that her skirt rode up high on her legs, crossing them, giving him a great view of her tanned thighs. He went into the kitchen to make their drinks, but not before he kissed her, holding her head tightly as his tongue searched deep into her mouth to play with her tongue. He broke off the kiss, leaving her breathless.

They drank the cappuccino, James doing a great job on it. "I love it," her eyes fluttering slightly as she gave him this coy look.

"Thank you. I love doing things for you." He looked at her, her breasts pushing the buttons on her blouse, her short skirt high up on her legs. What he would love to do was get her into bed tonight . He snuggled next to her on the couch, a love song playing lightly in the background. He put his arm around her shoulder, feeling Missy move on the couch, snuggling up next to him. She fit so neatly beneath his arm, almost as if she belonged there. He kissed her again, his tongue searching out her tongue again, and felt her tongue play over his. His cock was so hard for her.

Missy felt him become bolder, his large hand again molding her breasts, Missy arching her back, thrusting them into his strong hand, her nipples feeling like they were going to burst. Her hand went back down to his leg, teasing up and down. She had never wanted a boy as bad as she wanted James, her mind confused on whether she would allow him to take her virginity from her tonight. She moaned softly when his hand began to unbutton her blouse, her hand instinctively moving up to touch his and stop it, instead she ended up guiding it to unbutton all of the buttons. She shivered in lust when his hot hand touched her naked skin, his calloused finger rubbing over the top of her breasts before moving down into her cleavage. She kissed him back harder, her hand gripping his leg tightly.

She had allowed him to unbutton her blouse, his hand running over her naked flesh before gripping her bra, squeezing her breast flesh, seeing it almost pop out the top of her bra. He pushed her blouse off of her shoulders, Missy letting him, letting it slide down her arms until she was naked except for the bra that constrained her breasts from his touch. His hands moved around her back, Missy arching forward, submitting to the removal of her bra, his hands fumbling like an adolescent before he finally got it unsnapped. She held her arms up, suddenly embarrassed at having her breasts bared to him.

"Do you want me to stop?" James gave her a tender look, not wanting to push her into doing something she didn't want.

She put her hands down. She wanted to do this more then anything in the world. She wanted James to take her virginity. She just became scared for a second . "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stop you." She felt his hands move forward, slipping the bra from her breasts, the cool air instantly making her nipples rock hard. His hands circled her breasts, clasping on her naked flesh, squeezing them. His fingers began to pluck at her nipples, teasing the pink tips, running a finger around her large brown areolas, tiny goose bumps appearing on her flesh. She couldn't wait any longer, her hand moving up his leg until she reached the front of his pants. Her small hand touched a hard cock for the first time, feeling it moving and shuddering beneath her touch. God, it was so big and hard.

"GGGGOOOD," James moaned as she touched his cock, fighting back the urge to cum instantly. "That feels so good," he moaned as her hand moved up and down his shaft. He pushed her down on the couch, placing a pillow beneath her head, her hair fanning out. He lay down next to her, making sure that her hand could reach his cock again, moaning as she touched it.

He let his hand slide down to her skirt, Missy turning towards him, her body eager to have him touch her. He wasted no time, his hand sliding underneath the short skirt, sliding up her naked inner thighs, feeling her body tremble in his touch. "Unzip my pants and touch my naked cock," he spoke to her slowly.

She held her breath when his hand slid under her skirt, following his command she let his zipper slide down noisily, her hand reaching in to find his hard cock jutting out his shorts. It took long seconds before she found out how to get inside his shorts. Her hand touched his hot flesh, feeling it jerk from her touch. She slid her hand in farther, slipping her small fingers around the hard flesh, grasping it tightly.

James hand quickly slid his hand between her legs, her hands driving such pleasure his cock. Her soft hand almost made him cum, sliding up and down his shaft, his hips beginning to move up and down as she masturbated him.

She spread her legs, giving him complete access to her sex, his hands finding her pussy, a fat finger sliding between her lips, only her panties protecting her virginity. "God, that feels so good," she moaned quietly, her hands moving up and down his cock quicker.

He quickly stripped off her clothes, Missy rising up her hips to let him take off her skirt, then finally she allowed him to slip her panties down her legs. He had already taken off his clothes; Missy's hand was busily stroking his cock up and down. She was embarrassed at first, refusing to even look at his cock, but that didn't stop her hand from continuing to caress his cock to even greater hardness. James slowly spread her legs, urging her silky thighs to spread, her face red in embarrassment as he finally got a glimpse of her pussy, her tight lips slowly spreading to allow him to see the pink insides. His fingers quickly pushed between her lips, finding her soaked in anticipation. He rubbed his finger up and down until it was glistening in her juices, pushing one large finger against her vaginal opening, pushing hard, fighting to get it inside the tight, virgin hole.

It felt so good; his fingers playing over her pussy, even when he spread her legs, the lust overcame her embarrassment, letting him push her legs open until he was satisfied. She felt like cumming when he touched her tight hole, but she wanted so badly to let James take her virginity. Her hand continued to run up and down his large cock, rubbing over the head, feeling her fingers get sticky from his juices that leaked out the head. She rubbed it all over his cock, wanting to lubricate it so it would be ready to fuck her. It was so big, she was a little afraid that she wouldn't be able to take it inside her.

James looked at her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He was hoping she wouldn't change her mind, his cock wanting so badly to be in her hot, tight pussy. He never had a virgin before, Missy would be his first.

"Oh, yes," she cried out, her hips arching up onto his fingers. "I want you to be my first James. You are so tender. It's just like I always imagined it would be." She felt him spread her legs out farther, kneeling between her splayed legs, his large cock jutting out in front of him. He leaned over her, pressing his chest against her hard nipples, his hand sliding between their bodies, feeling him grip his cock.

He had to shove it inside her, sliding the head of his cock up and down her wet slit, lubricating it so it would slide in as easily as possible. She even seemed to arch up, wanting it as badly as he did. He pushed the head against her tiny opening, feeling so large compared to the little hole. She would have to stretch wide to take him inside. His hands gripped her hips, ready to pull her onto his hard cock.

She felt his impatience, his cock pushing hard against her tiny vagina, his hands holding her tight now. She braced herself for the initial pain when he would take her virginity. His mouth moved down to her nipple, his lips wrapping around it tightly, sucking it deep into his mouth, stretching it painfully. "Not so hard James" she begged him. His teeth began to nibble on the tip, sliding back and forth across the rubbery flesh, pinching it painfully.

James couldn't wait any longer. If he did, he would cum on the sheets. He pushed with his hips, feeling her pussy opening up, the tip of his cock sliding in on her wetness. She moaned louder, her body jerking in pain.

It felt so huge, tugging her vagina open, afraid he would tear her. "Slow down. Please James, it hurts" He was pushing too hard, his hands holding her tighter then she liked, his mouth and teeth hurting her nipple. What started out so nice was turning ugly. "Please, please not so hard."

He pushed in harder, the head of his cock pushing inside, trapped by her hymen from moving any further, jerking and jumping in pleasure from her tight pussy. He had to get inside her before she changed her mind. He began to push harder, feeling her hymen stretching.

"No! Stop James. I don't want you to do this!" Missy changed her mind; the pain was too much, the gentle lovemaking now bordered on rape. She wanted to push him away but her hands refused to move. She suddenly felt a slap on her face, her head turning from the powerful blow. "Don't James!”

"Wake up bitch. Who the fuck is James? Is that your little boyfriend?"

Missy opened her eyes, seeing the two women, fear instantly entering her as she saw how they were dressed. Each wore leather outfits fitting tightly over their body, theirs breasts pushed up high, their legs naked. One was standing over the foot of the bed, a strange dildo sticking out from her crotch, a large, black ugly fake cock that had to be over a foot long and over three inches wide. She was stroking it as she stared at Missy. Missy tugged her arms, feeling the restraints holding them tightly over her head, the other woman's head leaning over her, her mouth sucking painfully on her nipple. Then she remembered where she was.

"Let me introduce you to your new boyfriend." Julia stroked the fake cock, lubricating it. She wanted it to be painful for Missy but not impossible. "He's got a big cock that is going to rape your little pussy."

Karen's mouth was wrapped tightly around Missy's nipple, her hand compressing the pink tit so that the nipple stood out hard and erect, swollen with blood. She sucked it deep in her mouth, stretching the rubbery flesh as far as she could, feeling Missy arch her back to attempt to relive some of the pain. She pulled her mouth off, the nipple red and abused, glistening with Karen's saliva. "What's the matter little girl, you don't like your big tits sucked?" She laughed, her finger reaching down and snapping the hard bud, seeing Missy's body jerk in pain. She laughed. "Is James nice to your little titties?" She snapped it again, making sure her sharp nails dragged across it painfully. "If you think that hurts, wait until you feel what we are going to do to those big jugs later. There going to be bound, whipped and punctured."

Missy could only struggle, her voice already hoarse from screaming, the ladies not even caring that she did. "No! NO!" She cried out when she saw the large, metal shiny clamps in Karen's hands. She knew where she would place them, her nipples such a large, easy target. Her fingers were back, plucking both of Missy's nipples, pulling them harshly from her body, stretching them taut. She had to arch her back, feeling like Karen would tear them off, sticking her large breasts up high in the air.

Karen waited until her back was arched high, her large breasts sticking up into the air. SLAAPP. She let her hand fly, hitting her right breast with her flat palm, the sound ringing in the room, Missy's gasp of pain pleasing her. SLLLAAAPP. She did it again, this time the left one receiving the harsh treatment, her large swollen breasts now swinging back and forth. She didn't stop until they were bright red and swollen. Only then did she let Missy feel the bite of the clamps, making sure that she did it slowly, the suspense almost as bad as the pain. The sharp shrill of Missy's voice rang out in the room as the sharp pinch of the clamp bit into her tender flesh, crushing the pink flesh, squeezing the blood from them. "You like your pretty jewelry?" She tugged the clamps, pulling the pinched flesh with them, stretching them as tears fell from Missy's eyes, sobbing in pain at the harsh treatment to her breasts.

Missy couldn't believe the pain. Her chest was on fire, the clamps feeling like they were tearing her nipples off, her flesh still stinging from the slap.

"Grab her legs; I'm ready to fuck her." Karen reached over to grasps Missy's legs behind her knees, feeling Missy begin to struggle.

Sllllappp. Julia slapped Missy between her spread legs, hitting her squarely on her sex. "Settle down bitch. I'm going to give you the ride of your life." SSSLLLap. She did it again, her hand slapping down, pushing apart her pussy lips to attack her pink insides.

Missy stopped struggling, her pussy ablaze in pain. How could they hit her there? They seemed to enjoy inflicting pain on her. She felt Karen pull her knees up, bowing her legs out until they were almost up to her chest, pushed to the side. Her crotch felt like it was being split up the middle. She looked down, her lips pulled apart. She looked up at Julia, seeing an evil smile on her face.

Julia got on the bed, crawling between Missy's legs, the cruel rubber dildo bouncing in front of her. She kneeled between her legs, hefting the giant fake cock in her hand. "You're going to love this." She began to rub the bulbous head of the black cock along Missy's slit, moving from the top to the bottom, pushing between her lips. "I'm going to fuck you dry or wet, it's up to you. Get wet for me and it's going to hurt a lot worse. Make believe its James going to fuck your pussy."

Missy closed her eyes, knowing that she was right. The dry cock would tear up her vagina, possibly ruining her for life. She might not be able to have kids. She had to get wet. She imagined it was James, his cock rubbing up and down her slit, his gentle hands sliding over her body. Another sharp pain in her nipples, sure that Karen was plucking the cruel clamps that crushed them now. It was hard, gritting her teeth as she felt the dry rubber cock sliding along her slit. Yes James, you're so gentle, she imagined. Hands pulled her legs back farther, the fake cock sliding down to the bottom of her slit. It didn't stop there, it moved down lower.

"Would you like my cock up here Missy? A nice big fat cock splitting your asshole." Julia moved the head of the cock against her tiny anus. She would scream nicely when they sodomized her, her asshole would have no choice but to stretch or tear to take the big cock inside her.

"No! No!" They wanted her to get wet but the continually kept her on edge, afraid now that Julia would stick it up her backside.

"I know how to shut her up." Karen picked up the chain that connected the nipple clamps, pulling her tits out. "Open your mouth bitch. That's a good girl; now hold this in your mouth. If you let go of it, I'm going to whip those titties until they bleed."

It made her nipples sting, the chain so short that she had no choice except stretch her nipples out, the clamps biting painfully into her sensitive tips, but anything was better then having her breasts whipped. She shook her head in fear.

"She's not going to get wet, so she is going to get raped dry. With the chain in her mouth, at least we don't have to listen to her scream," Julia laughing at Missy's predicament. "Pull her legs back and spread them wide. See if you can split her up the middle."

"MMMMGG," was all that Missy could muster as her crotch felt like it was tearing, Karen was brutal in spreading her legs, pushing down on the insides of her thighs until they bent to the side, not happy until they were almost pushed down on the side of the bed. "NNNGG," the pain unbelievable.

"I'll take your mind off of the spread of your legs." Julia pushed the head of the dildo against Missy's tiny hole, the bulbous head so massive compared to her tight opening. She spit on it, the juicy saliva landing on the shaft. She laughed, "that should make it slide in easily." She didn't even give her a chance to respond, her hips jerking ahead in a sudden thrust.

Missy's eyes opened wide in terror. She felt the hard fake cock against her vagina, Julia applying slow pressure to it, seeing the cruel look in her eyes. "EEEEEEHHHH," she screamed as her virginity was torn from her, feeling as if a giant baseball bat was being shoved between her legs. "EEEEEGGGH," Missy cried again, Karen slapping her breasts with a black riding crop, slapping harshly on her clamped nipples.

"I told you to leave it in your mouth," Karen pushing the chain back in Missy's mouth, tears running down her face as she sobbed in pain. "Now fuck the bitch."

Missy's pussy was ablaze in pain, tearing and burning as Julia shoved the evil black dildo inside her. She bucked on the bed, trying to escape the searing pain but Julia always seemed to know where she would move to, always following, the dreaded dildo pressing deeper and harder. Karen stood over her, her hand holding the whip, tapping her below her chin, forcing her to raise up her head, each time the clamps pulling hard on her trapped nipples. She thought they were torn and bleeding, each time she pulled upward the pain ignited again. She could only mumble unintelligible sounds, the chain stopping her from screaming in pain.

Julia reached down, her hands on Missy's hips. "How do you like your first fuck Missy? Just like James would do to you, huh?" She pulled up on Missy's hips, drawing her up, her hips shooting forward, shoving more of the thick, black cock inside her tight pussy. She looked down, a thin coat of blood on the rubber cock as it slid in and out of her pussy, her hole stretched wide around it. She pulled the hard cock out until only the bulbous head was inside her pussy, seeing Missy trembling in pain. She pushed, pushed hard, driving the cock inside her with a powerful thrust that sent Missy's body up in pain, tears streaming from her eyes as she suffered the cruel rape of her body.

Karen whispered into Missy's ear as she was fucked. "It's my turn next Missy. I'll really make you scream. Your pussy will already be sore and I have this dildo that has a big lump on the side of the head. It's going to feel like a boulder rubbing up and down your pussy as I fuck you. I'll take the chain out of your mouth so I can hear you scream, but I'll stretch out your titties real nice while I fuck you. Can you feel Julia's cock tearing up your virgin pussy? She likes to hurt little girls like you."

Missy didn't think she could take much longer of the brutal fucking. The cock was pushed inside her, banging against her cervix painfully with each stroke, feeling like it was coming out her mouth. How could she be so cruel? Julia kept smiling and fucking, her hips moving faster and faster, pushing harder with each stroke. She saw Karen move behind Julia, her hand reaching around to play with Julia's clit. Maybe she would make her cum so she would stop this cruel rape, though the thought of Karen taking her place with the deformed dildo she had described would be just as bad if not worse. But at least she would be closer to be done. Maybe they would let her go then.

Karen's fingers on Julia's clit seemed to have driven her close to orgasm, her hips a blur now as she gave Missy the full measure of the fake cock into her pussy with each stroke, Missy's body jerking in pain as the thick head banged the end of her pussy. Between the pain of the rape of her pussy and the burning of the nipple clamps her body was almost overcome with pain.

Julia screamed out in pleasure as Karen pinched her clit, the final act that drove her to a tremendous orgasm. She always enjoyed the rape of the young girls; the cruelty of the act arousing her to a fever pitch, Karen was always available to give her that added push to a climax. Her body shuddered in bliss, pushing hard to bury the dildo in Missy, yanking on the chain, dragging Missy's nipples high up into the air, her tits pulled out to a cone as Missy screamed in pain.

It was finally over, Julia hesitantly pulling the cock out of Missy's pussy, a trickle of blood running between her legs, testament to the brutal rape she had inflicted on the once virgin girl that lay sobbing beneath her. She shuffled up to the head of the bed, the fake cock bobbing in front of Missy's face. "Clean my cock," she ordered her, seeing the look of disgust on her face at being asked to perform such a loathsome task.

The slap of the whip made the clamps tear from Missy's nipples; a scream tore from her lips. It felt like a red hot dagger was pushed into her chest, her nipples aflame in pain. She instantly opened her mouth, Julia pushing the slick black cock into her mouth. She closed her lips around it, her tongue bathing it clean as she was ordered, her nipples still burning in pain a reminder of what happens when she disobeys. It tasted terrible, the metal taste of her blood mixing with her sweat and juices lingering in her mouth, the foul taste making her gag.

"Good girl," Julia said, petted her head as if she was a trained animal.

Karen began to untie Missy from the bed, Julia pulling the black cock from her mouth glistening with her saliva. "It's my turn to fuck Missy. I want you on the floor on your hands and knees. I'm going to fuck you doggy style. If you don't cooperate, I'll rip my cock up your virgin asshole." Karen didn't want to do that yet; one of their customers would pay a lot of money to rape a virgin asshole. It would be extremely painful, the customer loving to tear and shed a young girls backside with the evil "butt buster" a massive dildo with knobs and prongs on it, rendering an asshole bloody and shredded. The customers loved hearing the screams as they tore into the young girl's backside.

"Over here," pointing to a spot on the hard floor.

Missy looked, sharp rocks cemented to the floor. "No please, they'll tear up my knees and hands.

"Nonsense Missy, I wouldn't do such a thing. All you have to do is spread your legs and hands and you can avoid them. Spread them real wide," she laughed. "Then you'll be the nice little slut we are training you to be. Spread with your ass up in the air, wagging back and forth as I fuck you."

Missy kneeled down on the floor, her knees delicately kneeling on the sharp stones that stuck up from the floor. It hurt, the edges of the stones cutting into her delicate flesh. Once Karen started to fuck her, she knew she wouldn't be able to stay still; the raping cock would be painful. The pain in her knees would be worse, the rocks tearing her flesh when she moved. She let her legs slowly spread, farther and farther she moved, trying to reach the outside edge where the cement was smooth. Her legs were over two feet apart, the edge still not in sight, the pain in her crotch already painful. Her pussy was sore from the fucking, now she had no choice but to spread her legs obscenely or face the consequences.

"A bit farther Missy." Karen watched as Missy's cheeks split apart, her pussy peeking out, her tiny anus beginning to flower open. "Yes, more Missy. I know it hurts, but I'll take your mind off of it when I rape your pussy," laughing cruelly. Missy grunted, her legs pushing outward, her inner muscles straining to reach the outside of the sharp rocks, finally her knees, already shredded by the rocks touched on the cool, smooth cement.

It hurt so badly, her crotch feeling as it was splitting up the middle, the cool air of the room blowing inside her asshole, the tiny hole having no choice but to open up. Her muscles already ached from the spread, her inner thighs straining to keep the position, her ass forced up into the air. She could only imagine how obscenely she was positioned.

Karen knelt down on the floor beside her, a dog collar in her hand, a metal chain extending from it. "Doggie's should always have wear collars," she teased, pushing Missy's hair out of the way, the thick leather collar tightening around Missy's neck.

Missy gulped as Karen pulled the collar tight, tighter than she had to. Karen yanked on the chain, dragging Missy's face towards the floor, seeing Karen snap the end of the chain into a ring secured to the floor. Her face was only two inches from the floor, unable to rise up.

"That's such a good doggy," Karen pushing under Missy's stomach, pushing her ass up. "Get that cute little ass up in the air for me," admiring the way her legs were parted wide, Missy's pussy and asshole opening up. "Just one more thing and then it will be time to fuck."

Missy shuddered when she saw what was in Karen's hands, a box of broken glass. It was filled with large and small pieces of sharp, broken glass, Karen shaking the box. She poured them out underneath Missy's tits, her large breasts almost touching them. She knew what was next. Karen moved closer to Missy's head.

Karen pulled on the chain, "that's too far from the floor; I want your ass up higher Missy." She unhooked the chain, pulling Missy's head closer to the floor, her cheek almost touching. Karen could feel Missy's body jerk in pain.

It hurt when her breasts dragged over the broken glass, especially her nipples. The glass tore into her tender flesh, Missy trying not to scream in pain. They seemed to become crueler when she did. She tried to stay still, the sharp glass poking into her flesh. She knew she would be in trouble once Karen started to fuck her. Her breasts would swing as Karen stroked her with the giant deformed cock, making them dance over the broken glass, tearing her beautiful breasts to ribbons. Her crotch ached terribly from the obscene spread of her legs. The worse part was about to start.

Julia looked at Missy, pleased at how Karen had positioned her for the painful rape. Her ass was thrust up high, her head almost on the floor, but her tits were the best. The rape would force Missy to tear her own breasts up on the glass. She watched as Karen strapped on the dildo. It was massive, shaped like a giant cock, the head bulbous. But the deformity was the best, a large knot sticking out to one side of the head, over two inches wide. It would not slide in easily as the rest of the cock would. It would stretch her pussy painfully each time it stroked inside her, sure that it would tear Missy's pussy.

Karen knelt down behind Missy, careful to avoid the sharp stones, seeing Missy's body trembling in fear. She tapped on Missy's back, "such a good little slut Missy." She placed the head of the cock against Missy's vagina, the hole now red and swollen from the previous rape, still dried with blood from the loss of her virginity. It was still too small for the large cock, especially with the deformity. She pushed hard, a scream tore from Missy's lips as her body was lurched forward, the glass tearing her unprotected breasts, her vagina tore as the thick cock buried inside.

Missy didn't know what was worse, the glass slicing into her hanging breasts or the rape of her pussy by the deformed dildo. She was shoved forward, the chain finally stopping her forward movement, but not before her breasts were scraped along the broken glass, the sharp edges slashing her skin. The worse part was when a piece of glass raked across one of her nipples, feeling like it was slicing into the center of her being. But the pain between her legs was equally excruciating, her vagina so small, still sore from the first rape and now the larger dildo was tearing her flesh. She felt Karen shoving with her hips, grunts coming from her lips as she put as much force behind each thrust. The head of the dildo was bad enough the knot was the worst. She felt her lips tearing as the strange deformity pushed its way into her tight pussy brutally. Even once inside her vagina it continued to stretch her pussy walls in directions that were not intended, each thrust inside her more painful then the last.

Karen put her hands on Missy's hips, drawing her back on the bloodied dildo. She loved the screams that she drew out of her mouth, each time more brutal then the last, each time shoving in deeper. Missy would always remember her first rape, the first dildo that took her virginity. Karen twisted her hips, making the knot turn inside Missy. "How do you like your rape Missy?" She pulled back until only the head was trapped by her pussy, then pushed in hard, sinking the full length of the dildo in her, tearing her pussy apart.

Missy was sobbing now, her body wracked in pain, feeling like she was going to die, her breasts and vagina torn brutally.

Karen kept fucking her with the dildo for ten more minutes, huffing and puffing behind her until Julia got behind her, playing with her clit just as she had done to her, making her cum, the final thrust into Missy burrowing the dildo so deep inside her that she finally fainted, relieved of any further pain. Karen pulled out, smiling as she looked down at Missy, her breasts covered in cuts and blood, her pussy swollen and torn. "That was good!"

Karen helped Missy up from the bed, Julia leaving, satisfied at the rape of Missy. "Let me help you to the bathroom," seeing Missy barely able to walk. She smiled when she saw her tits, covered in blood, tiny puncture wounds and scratches covering her once beautiful breasts. She knew that they would heal quickly, none of them serious punctures, most just scratches on the surface. Her breasts would be ready for more torture in a couple of days. Karen slipped off her clothes, pulling Missy into the shower, her body weak, unable to do anything but submit.

Karen washed Missy, a river of red water on the shower floor. "Spread your legs," she ordered Missy, picking up the hose extension from the wall. "Bow your legs out like a good girl and I'll clean out your pussy."

It hurt when the water sprayed her breasts, stinging the open wounds. Her body was so weak, barely able to stand, the pain was worse between her legs, her pussy feeling like she was ruined for life. She looked down, her lips still pushed back, red and swollen. She saw the nozzle of the hose, afraid it would hurt almost as much as the dildo did. "Please be gentle," she begged Karen, "it hurts down there." She didn't expect much sympathy but she had to try, her body nearly ruined.

"Don't cry Missy, I'll take care of you. You'll just have to remember to obey me. If you don't we will have to hurt you. You don't want to force me to hurt you again, do you?" They always did that with the young girls, making them responsible for their own pain. She was always surprised how the girls fell for it, willing to do anything to avoid any more pain, a fact that Karen would soon test as soon as she cleaned up Missy.

Missy knew that she couldn't take any more pain, anything was better then that. She bowed her legs out, cringing in pain as the cold metal nozzle began to push between her battered lips, pushing inside her vagina. At least the water was warm, lubricating and soothing her inner walls, abused by the thick dildoes that had raped her.

Karen finished washing Missy, finally turning her around, her hands pulling apart her cheeks. She slapped her ass. "Don't clench your cheeks on me," she ordered her, feeling Missy quickly relaxing her muscles, Karen able to run up and down the crack of Missy's ass. "You have a nice ass Missy," teasing a finger over her anus, feeling the tiny hole spasm as she touched it. "Hold still now," Karen applying pressure to the wet hole until her finger was suddenly engulfed in the hot depths of Missy's rectum, a gasp of pain escaping from Missy's lips. "That's not so bad is it," her finger massaging the clenching muscle.

Missy could only stand there and suffer the rude fondling of her anus, her legs spread wide, easing the penetration of her most intimate hole. She feared any further punishment, willing to do anything to prevent it. "OOOHH," she moaned in pain another finger joined the first, spreading her tiny hole too wide, painfully stretching the taut skin.

"Yes, such a tight little asshole Missy," continuing to finger her anus. "We must have it nice and clean," her fingers turning inside Missy, still only into her rectum up to her knuckles. She turned off the shower, handing Missy a towel, the material harsh. "Dry yourself off."

Missy rubbed her body gently with the towel; even then it was painful, the towel almost feeling like sandpaper, especially when she rubbed it over her breasts. She finished drying herself, Karen leading her back to the bed. She put her wrists together, Karen slipping a pair of leather straps around each wrist, a metal ring connecting them tightly together.

"Get into bed, I will be back in the morning to put some ointment on your wounds," slamming and locking the door behind her, the room suddenly plunged into darkness.

Missy sobbed, her body still hurting painfully from the brutal rape, her breasts stinging from the open cuts on them. Still it only took her about twenty minutes to go to sleep, exhausted from the terrible ordeal.

Missy felt the soft hand touching her, her eyes still closed, almost afraid of opening them. She was hoping that she was dreaming but the pain in her body was real, a grim reminder of her painful rape. She slowly opened her eyes, seeing Karen sitting on the bed next to her, her hand running sensuously over her stomach.

"Good morning Missy. Such a lovely body you have, I can't seem to get enough of it. You don't mind, do you?" She let her hand run down her stomach lower, touching the edge of her pubic hair.

Missy could only mumble no afraid of offending her, her touch gentle now, not as it was before. She pulled her bound wrists up, above her head, giving Karen complete access to her body.

Karen picked up the jar of salve, the metal screw top opening noisily. "I have some salve that I will put on the cuts on your breasts. It works miraculously. It will heal them quickly and keep them from getting infected. They are too lovely to harm permanently though I do love the thought of punishing them again." She laughed, seeing the look on Missy's face, knowing that she couldn't stop her from doing whatever she wanted to her. She dipped two fingers into the salve, moving up to one of Missy's large breasts. Her other hand cradled the heavy tit, hefting it upward as it offering it to her.

Her nipple hardened quickly to the touch of Karen's finger on it, the cool salve and smooth touch of Karen exciting it. Karen's finger plucked at her nipples, fingers on each side of it, sliding up and down the long nipple as if she was masturbating a cock, sliding along on the slick salve. It felt too good, Missy's body on edge, waiting, almost expecting the pain to begin instantly. But it didn't, Karen rubbing the salve over her breast, paying special attention to the cuts, touching gently without hurting.

Karen enjoyed massaging Missy's ample breasts, running her hand over the slippery skin, paying special attention to her nipples, each time plucking them into even greater hardness, pulling on them, stretching the brown tips.

Karen could see that Missy was getting aroused by her fingers, pinching the tips harder, Missy arching up her back pushing the aroused nipples into her hands. She didn't even seem to mind her pinching harder, moaning slightly. "So my little slut likes her tits played with. Spread your legs for me and I will play with your pussy," she ordered Missy.

Missy couldn't resist, her young body aroused by the older woman, her touch even gentle, not like the cruel rape they had inflicted on her. She let her legs spread, Karen pushing out on her thighs, urging them farther apart. She couldn't wait for her to touch her, craving the gentle touch of her hand. She didn't have to wait long, Karen moving her hand down over her stomach, stopping when she felt her bush.

"Cute little bush, do you shave your pussy for the boys?" She pulled on the hairs, pulling them out, seeing Missy lifting her ass up from the bed to escape the pain as the hairs were tore painfully from her body. She let her hand run up the inside of her thighs, pushing out on them, forcing them to spread wider. "Spread real wide my little slut and maybe I will play with that pretty pussy and make you cum." She slapped one silky thigh, seeing Missy straining to spread her legs.

Her legs were spread too far already, Karen making her spread wider, the sharp slap on her tender skin forcing her to obey. Her breasts rose and fell, breathing hard, her nipples hard and swollen, glistening in the light, her body aroused. She felt Karen's fingers rub gently up and down one thigh, each time moving to the vee of her legs but stopping short of actually touching her pussy. She turned her body, hoping to driver her pussy into the fingers but Karen could see her movement, moving away each time, teasing her.

"Keep that ass down on the bed and I will take care of your pussy." First she had to get more comfortable. She slowly removed her blouse, arching her back, sticking her tits out as she saw Missy watching her. She reached behind her, unsnapping the bra, letting it slide down her arms, her breasts jiggling slightly as they were released from the confines of the bra. She let the skirt slip to the floor, the zipper sliding down quickly, standing in her panties. Her pussy was wet, something that Missy would have to take care of.

Missy began to get scared when Karen stripped off her clothes. Would she fuck her again like before, raping her tender pussy with the cruel dildoes? She seemed to have changed since last time, gentler, less cruel. Was it because Julia wasn't there, or was she really just teasing her, making her docile until she was ready to take her brutally again ? "What are you going to do?" She was almost afraid to ask.

"If I'm going to make your pussy feel good, you're going to have to do the same thing to me." She let her hand slide down over her naked breasts, sliding down the front of her panties, one finger slipping between her lips, her panties highlighting her puffy lips. "If you aren't good, I'm going to have to whip your pretty pussy lips," she laughed, gripping them between her fingers, pinching the tight skin, Missy jumping at the unexpected cruel touch.

It hurt when she squeezed her lips, but it seem to spur Karen on to more, gripping Missy's pussy in her fingertip, twisting and pulling the delicate flesh, Missy's ass bouncing around, trying to escape the harsh fingers. She arched her ass up off the bed, Karen pulling her body up by her lips, stretching the tender skin as Missy tried to arch up to escape the cruelty.

"I like you that way Missy, your ass up in the air, your pussy spread for me. Such a good girl. Now keep your body that way," she ordered her. She slapped under her body, hitting Missy's clenched cheeks. She let her hands slide underneath, gripping the taut flesh, squeezing them, driving Missy's body up higher, her pussy arched up obscenely now.

It already began to ache, her back arched up so high, her legs beginning to tire, her sex now completely exposed. The hands returned, this time nothing to stop them, Missy naked. Her sex was the most prominent part of her body, thrust up high in the air, her legs spread, Missy legs tiring already. There was a glisten to her body, sweating from the exaggerated position she was forced into.

Karen stroked her tight abs, moving down through her bush to her split lips, her pretty pink pussy revealed. She let her fingers slip between them, feeling her moisture, knowing that she was getting wet in spite of the position she was in. Karen ran her finger up and down the slit, two fat fingers pushing apart her lips, moving up to run over her clit, feeling her shudder as she was touched so intimately. "You like that you little slut."

She couldn't help it, it felt good. It would have been better if she didn't have to arch up her body so high, but the fingers were so arousing, her pussy getting wet instantly. It was much better then the brutal rape they had subject her to last night. She wiggled her hips back and forth as the fingers rubbed over her clit, arching up even higher, feeling like her back would break, but she needed the fingers. She needed them to rub her clit harder. "Yes." She was ashamed to admit it, but also aroused, wondering how she got so excited by a woman touching her. But Karen seemed to know exactly what she wanted, to make her so aroused.

Karen stopped for a minute. "Get your ass back down on the bed. I think you are going to have to reciprocate." She saw the look in Missy's eyes as she slowly stripped off her clothes, turning towards Missy, spreading her legs, peeling back her pussy lips. "I'll show you how to eat pussy. But don't worry; I'll have my tongue in your sweet little pussy at the same time. You're going to love this. You'll never go back to boys again." She laughed as she moved toward the head of Missy's bed. "Now spread your legs real wide for me."

"No, please. I don't want to do that. I couldn't," she shouted out. She would never do such a thing, not with a woman. She refused, determined not to succumb to the lesbian advances of Karen. It was bad enough when they did things to her, she wouldn't do the same things to them.

"Oh, I think you will." Karen moved over her head, swinging her leg over the bed so that she was straddling the small bed. Her ass and pussy were just over Missy's face, the cuffs keeping her secure, unable to move. Karen bent over Missy, leaning down towards her sex, knowing that her pussy and ass cheeks were opening up, giving Missy a glimpse of where her face and tongue would soon be. She pressed her hands on the inside of Missy's thighs, pushing them out as she slid down to grab her under the knees, drawing her legs up as she felt Missy trying to tighten her muscles to stop her.

"OOOW," Missy yelled in pain, a sharp sting to the inside of her right leg. "AAAHH," another smack to the other tender thigh.

"Are you going to obey now?" Two more sharp slaps to her inner thighs was all that was needed, Missy's legs going limp, no longer fighting a useless battle. Karen spread her legs wider now, bowing out her knees, her pussy opening up as she did. "What a sweet pussy, I'm going to love your taste. Now are you ready to pleasure me with your tongue?" Karen hoped she would say no.

"Never!" While she had lost the battle with her legs, submitting to Karen spreading her open, there was no way she could make her lick her sex. It was disgusting. "Never!" She exclaimed again, adamant in her decision.

Karen smiled. She let her hand swing, her body blocking Missy's view, unaware until the sickening sound of her palm hit her directly on the pussy lips, smashing the puffy lips with a loud smack. Missy's body jerked up in pain before she could even get out the scream. But the scream did come, an ear-shattering scream that shook the room.

"EEEHHHH," Missy screamed, the sudden shock and pain as her pussy was slapped. How could she have done such a thing? From a woman no less. She should know how delicate a girl is. She didn't have much time to think, trying to close her legs but Karen holding them wide apart, another sudden and painful slap on her lips, another scream torn from her lips as her body shuddered in pain.

Three more times Karen slapped her pussy, paying special attention to hit her lips, seeing them turning pink, slightly swollen. Each time she extracted another scream from Missy's lips, each time she hit her again. She finally stopped. "Are you ready to be good? I can do this all day if you like." Karen laughed, looking back at Missy, tears running down her face as she sobbed in pain. She bent down her head, her fingers pulling back Missy's pussy lips, her tongue out. She licked her slit from one end to the other, making sure that she slowed over her tight hole. "Or would you rather I did that?"

"No more," Missy sobbed her crotch ablaze in pain from the spanking. "Don't, please don't," she cried out when she felt the wet tongue lick her pussy. She knew that if she accepted the oral ministrations of Karen, she would have to reciprocate, a thought she dreaded. "GGGODDD," but the unmistakable pleasure of her tongue was overwhelming. She pushed her hips up, the tongue running up and down her slit.

Karen pulled her head up from her crotch. "So the little girl likes her cunt eaten. Well I want you to do the same thing to me or it's another pussy spanking for you. Now get you head between my legs and lick my pussy."

Another quick slap to her pussy then the soft touch of Karen's lips and tongue on her pussy, Karen's fingers holding her open to her oral skills was the only encouragement Missy needed. Her body was confused, the pain of the pussy spanking mixed with the pleasure of the fellatio by Karen sent her mind reeling. She felt Karen lower her crotch onto her face, her tongue out, expecting the worse but resigned to the fact. She could smell her pussy as it got closer, never really having experienced it before. It wasn't a completely repulsive smell, kind of sweet, it was just the thought of what she was being forced to do. She didn't have much time to think, her crotch placed on her face, her tongue touching her wet flesh.

"Come on now Missy, lick my pussy. Maybe this will get you going." Karen moved her head down farther, her tongue running over Missy's tiny anus, feeling the muscle begin to spasm from the wet touch of her tongue. She licked it until it was wet, her finger pressing against the tiny hole, her crotch pushed hard on Missy's face. She pushed, feeling Missy's body struggle as she impaled her tiny asshole with her fat finger, sliding it into the first digit. She moved it around inside Missy, feeling her muscles trying to push it out. "Back to eating my pussy or I'll stick my whole hand up your ass." Karen pushed her face back in to Missy's pussy, her tongue sliding up and down her slit.

Missy tried to move to escape the cruel finger but to no avail, her asshole burning as the finger plunged inside her, twisting and turning as it moved around in her clenching rectum, unable to control her own muscles. She pushed her tongue into Karen's pussy, tasting her juices again, determined to make her cum quickly, wanting to end this depraved act. But she couldn't understand why it felt so good, Karen's tongue drawing out the lust in her. She tried to fight the feelings, but it didn't do any good, her hips twisting, the tongue driving her down, the finger driving her up, her body continually impaling her asshole deeper onto the finger plugged up her backside.

Karen enjoyed Missy's inexperienced tongue lapping at her pussy. They would train her better in the future, but for now it was more then adequate to make her cum. She pushed her finger deeper into Missy's asshole, plunging into the hot depths of her colon as she screwed it around, making her feel the knuckles rubbing against her clenching walls. It drove her hips up higher, Karen making her tongue rigid, waiting at the entrance of her vagina. She felt her vagina slowly open and spread over her tongue as the finger kept her pushing harder. Her vagina was so tight, even the cruel rape did little to take away the tightness. It slowly engulfed her rigid tongue.

It felt like a tiny cock fucking inside her, the tongue pushing apart her vagina. Missy continued to run her tongue up and down Karen's slit, drinking in her sweet nectar, the taste no longer foreign or bad tasting. She was beginning to enjoy the taste and power that she had, teasing at Karen's clit, feeling her move her hips trying to get the tongue back to run over the swollen clit. Karen's tongue began to feel good, too good, embarrassed to be so aroused by another woman eating her pussy. They were forcing her to become a lesbian, forcing her into the perverted pleasures that had been inflicting on her young body. She tried to fight the urges, keeping her tongue busy on Karen's wet pussy, lapping at it like a puppy dog, her mouth and face covered with her juices, the salty taste mixing in her mouth. Her backside burned from the finger that kept plunging back in, never quite stopping, continuing to force her muscles to clench on and off of the fat finger. She had to fight the urge, feeling like she was going to have a bowel movement, knowing that Karen could feel her tightening on her finger, unable to escape that finger that followed her every movement.

Karen continued to fuck her pussy with her tongue, pushing in and out of the tight hole, her fingers keeping her lips spread apart, keeping her open for her cruel oral assault. She knew that she was fighting the urges but knew it would do no good. She would continue the lesbian oral fellatio until she came, came all over her face and tongue. In the meantime, for someone that was protesting being forced to lick her pussy she was surely doing an excellent job. Maybe it was her finger in her asshole that kept her enthused, maybe it was Karen's tongue on her pussy that made her, maybe it was simply that she just liked to do it. Either way she was performing well. Karen sucked Missy's clit deep into her mouth, her finger pushing into her asshole, digging into the muscle, making Missy rise up high, driving her pussy deeper into her mouth. Missy's body was trembling, not in fear but arousal, Karen bringing her young body to a fever pitch. She wouldn't need much more to make her cum and neither would Karen. She mashed her crotch into Missy's face, pushing her hips side to side, sliding her wet pussy all over her face. But Missy's tongue followed her slit, driving up and down.

She couldn't cum like this, bound and forced to service Karen's pussy with her tongue. Not with the finger burning her backside, sliding deeper, cruelly digging into her tender backside. Now it felt like her clit was being sucked in with a vacuum cleaner, pulled out, Karen's tongue lapping back and forth over it. But there was no denying it, she was ready to cum. "OOOW," she screamed into Karen's pussy, a loud slap and the sharp pain as Karen had slapped her ass, sending a stinging through her body. That was it, the final thing that drove her over the edge. She began to cum, cum hard. Her body shook and trembled. Even more Karen came, cumming all over her face, her juices flowing down onto her lips, Missy licking at her juices with a renewed vigor as Karen reciprocated, both of them cumming together, eating each others cum as they did.

Karen lapped at Missy's pussy, soaking up her juices, feeling Missy's tongue slide up and down her slit, lapping at her clit as Karen came all over her face, pushing her sex into her face. They both continued to lick and suck as their bodies shook in ecstasy, their tongues pleasuring each other until they were satisfied. Karen climbed off Missy, untying her from the bed. She pulled Missy's naked body over towards her, cuddling her naked body, her hands still stroking her tender thighs, making her keep her legs spread for her.

Missy was sobbing now, the humiliation of being forced to perform overcoming her young body. Karen's naked body cuddling her made it worse, her hand still running up and down her thighs, ensuring that Karen continued to keep her lets spread. "That was terrible. You made me do a terrible thing," she sobbed, feeling Karen's hand move up higher towards her pussy.

Karen stroked her slit, running her finger up and down her wet pussy. "Such a lovely cunt lapper you are Missy. Are you sure you're not a lesbian? You eat pussy like you've been doing it all your life." Karen laughed as Karen cried her face red in embarrassment. But she kept her legs spread, continuing to allow Karen to stroke her pussy. "Yes, such a lovely lesbian slut."

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Twenty-three year old Jessica is the consummate full-time college student surviving on scholarships with little time or money for anything else, except her fantasies of the tall, dark stranger. Facing a jobless summer and no family to fall back on, she begins to worry about her prospects.  

When her professor catches her having yet another of her blatantly sexual daydreams during one of his lectures, he realizes she is a suitable candidate in his hunt to help his very prominent, wealthy, long-time friend. Michael Jergen seeks a beautiful, young, female Au-Pair for his four-year-old son while they spend the summer in his house in Haiti. Knowing Michael's insatiable appetite for beautiful, supple, young females and noting Jessica's apparently unfulfilled needs displayed so brazenly in class, he realizes she's the perfect choice.

When her professor offers her the chance to apply for a lucrative Au-Pair position for a young child in Haiti, Jessica sees all of her prayers answered. She jumps at the chance, seeking a summer of adventure in a new land and the opportunity to make some extra money and learn of another culture all at the same time. Surely having the professor take advantage of her young body and touch her so intimately in order to get the job was a one-time deal; a small price to pay for a summer of wealth and luxury in a foreign land with a handsome and powerful man like Michael Jergen.

 Unbeknownst to Jessica, her sexual fantasies are about to take on a life of their own as her introduction into submission begins the moment she steps into Michael's world of discipline, mastery and pleasures of the flesh. So commences her journey into a whirlwind world of sex, submission, punishment and the mystique of Haiti's legendary Voodoo rituals.

M/f, B/D, reluctant, humil, D/s

Excerpt

The next day she dressed in the new underwear Michael had given her, her body shivering as she slipped into the panties. They were his present to her, the silky material touching her intimate sex. She put on the high heels, the straps pulled tightly around her ankles. It felt strange for a while; it was as if they were bound to her feet. Her pussy got wet at the thought of it.

She and Jerome were playing in the sunroom when Michael came in. Jerome instantly stopped and ran to his father, yelling, “Daddy, Daddy!”

They hugged and talked, Jessica still sitting on the floor as they did, watching the bond between father and son. One of the maids came into the room. “Jerome, why don't you go into the kitchen and have a snack? I think they have some ice cream for you.”

Jerome howled, dragging the maid's hand, rushing her toward the kitchen, leaving Jessica and Michael alone in the room, the door closing noisily behind them.

“Did you get my presents, Jessica?” Michael sat in the large leather chair, watching her as she sat on the floor.

“Yes, Sir, thank you very much. I really appreciate it,” she smiled up at him.

“You surprise me, Jessica.”

“How so, Sir?”

“I noticed you were wearing stockings and a garter belt. Most girls opt for the more convenient pantyhose. I personally hate them. While they do look good outside the skirt, under the skirt they are plain awful. As far as panty lines, I tend to love panty lines, I love to see the outline of what is encompassing the sexy flesh under the skirt.”

She blushed a little. “I just started wearing them when I came here, Sir,” she said, admitting to herself that she did it purposely for him.

Michael smiled again. “I like that in a girl, Jessica. A desire to please others. Do you like to do that, Jessica? Does it make you feel sexy when you perform for others?”

“Perform, Sir?”

“Yes, Jessica, perform. To do what others tell you to do, whether you like it or not, knowing that you are sexually arousing them.”

“I never thought of it that way, Sir.”

“Did you enjoy it when I was watching your skirt slide up your legs yesterday?”

She lowered her eyes to the floor, trying to hide the blush coming over her. He was asking her very intimate questions. Yet again, she found herself answering personal questions when she wasn't even sure why, never mind why she was responding truthfully. “Yes, Sir, it made me feel very sexy that a man of your stature was interested in my body.”

“You are a very beautiful girl, Jessica. And from what I can see you have a very lovely body.” He felt his cock cramped in his shorts, not wanting to rearrange it, Jessica's eyes glued to his.

“Stand up, Jessica.” He paused, to see if she would obey.

She got to her feet, her eyes still glued to his. She stood there, uncomfortable, her hands hanging uselessly at her sides.

“Would you like to show me your garter belt, Jessica?”

She hesitated, her eyes staring directly at his. Should she? If she did, she was not sure she could ever go back. She shuffled her feet, her eyes lowered to the floor again, embarrassed at his request.

Michael did not wait for an answer. “Slowly lift up your skirt for me, Jessica,” he ordered her.

Her hands went to the bottom of her short skirt, grabbing it tightly in her hands and began to slowly pull it up her legs.

“Look at me when you do it, Jessica. There is no reason to be embarrassed. I'm sure you have a lovely body.”

She let her head rise, her eyes meeting his, the smile on his face.

She held the skirt higher, seeing Michael grabbing his cock in his pants as he watched her. She knew that she was the cause of it, able to make out the bulge in his pants, able to tell that his cock was big, though not sure how big. She could feel her panties getting wet, hoping that he would not be able to tell from where he was sitting. She looked down, her legs now naked, the skirt riding up above her stockings, the garter belt beginning to show. She stopped, looking up at him again.

“You can do better than that, Jessica. I want to see all of it. Pull it above your waist,” he ordered her.

Jessica shivered, even though the sun was shining brightly through the windows, the room warm. The door was closed but anyone outside would be able to see her. “I'm afraid someone will see me through the windows, Sir,” she said nervously, still holding her skirt up, afraid to let it fall back down again.

He looked at her, holding her skirt up, her legs almost naked, trembling like a schoolgirl. “Don't worry about anyone else, Jessica. You are performing for me, not them. Now lift up your skirt higher.”

He used that word again—perform. Yes, that is what she was doing. She slowly let her skirt rise up higher, his eyes moving from hers down to below her waist as she was slowly revealed to him.

Michael watched her garter belt come into view, framing her panty-covered sex. He could almost make out her pussy lips, the silk panties pulled tightly over her shapely form. He had never seen anything as sexy as this, especially when she was doing it herself. It was not as if she was his wife or girlfriend, or even one of the Haitian servants. She was a very intelligent girl slowly revealing her body to him. And he was sure that she would do even more. He would find out in the days to come. “Very beautiful, Jessica. A little higher, above your waist. I want to see everything.”

Her arms pulled her skirt up high, until she was standing, half-naked, her legs perched on the high heels that he loved. She suddenly turned her head, seeing a figure out of the corner of her eye. She dropped her skirt, the garment re-covering her nakedness. She had seen the gardener, an older man, cutting a hedge outside the window. He was looking at her, obviously having seen her with her skirt up.

“Did I say you could let it fall, Jessica?” Michael questioned her in a stern voice.

She looked back at him. “But, Sir, he saw me.”

“I don't blame him for looking at you. It's probably been a long time since he has seen such a beautiful young girl lifting her skirt for him. And I haven't finished yet. Lift it up again, Jessica, quickly before Jerome comes back.”

She looked at the gardener, his eyes still fixed on her as if he knew what Michael was making her do. She looked back at Michael, searching for an excuse not to do as he asked, but seeing only lust in his eyes. Her hands went down to the edge of her skirt again, letting it slowly rise up until it was above her waist again.

“So lovely, Jessica. Turn to the side, toward the window and look straight ahead.”

She knew what he was doing. He was forcing her to show herself to the gardener. She hesitantly turned, her skirt pulled up high, her half naked legs clad in the garter belt, toward the gardener. She saw the surprise on his face as she looked into his eyes, ashamed at exposing herself so blatantly.

“Spread you legs a little, Jessica, and let me see your lovely inner thighs,” he ordered her.

She shuffled her feet, nervous at his request, but she complied, her legs spreading over two feet wide. She saw the amazed look on the gardener's face, as it appeared that she was posing just for him.

“Turn with your back to me. Let me see that lovely ass.”

She saw his hand reach down to his trousers, grabbing his cock, stroking it as her panty-covered ass was exposed to him.

“Legs apart again, Jessica.”

At least she did not have to see anyone's face anymore, the humiliation almost too much for her, exposing her body to Michael and the old gardener.

“Bend over, let your panties tighten across your ass cheeks, Jessica. Keep your legs spread as you do.” He stroked his cock harder, feeling it jerk as she complied, her head moving toward the ground, her hair falling. Her panties pulled tightly over her cheeks, the crack showing, her pussy outlined by the silk material pulled between her lips.

The sound of screaming and the door opening scared Jessica, pulling her back up quickly, her skirt falling down, covering her nakedness.

“Jessica, let's play outside,” Jerome screamed, running up and grabbing her hand. “Can I play with Jessica, Daddy? She plays soooo good,” he hollered, his stomach full, the sugar increasing his energy.

“Of course you may, Jerome. Jessica is here to play with you. And yes, she does play good, doesn't she?” He smiled at Jessica as she was pulled from the room.

Jessica could feel how wet her panties were. The encounter with Michael and the gardener, while humiliating, was so exciting. She wasn't sure why, but he was right. She did enjoy performing for him. Later, in bed, she masturbated again, imagining that Jerome had not come back so quickly. Michael would have come over to her, rubbing his hands all over her body, fondling her young flesh until he made her cum. Her body shuddered as a powerful orgasm overcame her.