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THE STARLET SLAVE 9
joypaine
9. Defloration
The girls knew the routine -- they had been through it before, maybe many times.
Without waiting for instructions, they unfastened my wrists, and moved the
straps to my upper arms -- near the elbows -- and then proceeded to fasten them
to the table, near my waist. So I could move my forearms, but not enough to
defend myself, or anything. And I couldn't sit up, of course. My legs were still
spread way apart, with my ass practically hanging over the edge of the table.
And then Peck, who was completely naked by now, told me why they'd changed the
straps on my arms.
"I want you to rub your fingertips over my nipples while I fuck you," he rasped.
"And here's why you're going to do it for me."
His huge hands closed once more on my tits, which were still throbbing from the
blow with the belt. He didn't have to squeeze hard at all. I agreed with him --
I wanted to co-operate.
Meanwhile, one of the girls was spreading a lubricating jelly on the lips of my
cunt, and working it inside, taking great pains not to break my cherry. Woe unto
the careless slave girl whose errant fingers deprive the Great Man of his moment
of glory!
Peck took a fresh grip on my tits, and stepped between my thighs.
He let go of my tits for a moment, so he could use his hands to spread my cunt
lips and start his prick in the door, and then he teased me for a couple of
beats, pushing gently on my cherry until he got the feel of it. After all, he
probably didn't bust a virgin every day. And then he grabbed my tits again, and
I knew that it was good-bye cherry time. Giving my tits one last vicious
squeeze, he rammed right in.
He was unnecessarily rough about it, of course. As I well knew by now, he was
enjoying my pain and humiliation more than the fuck itself. And the fact that I
was -- or rather, had been -- a virgin made it all the sweeter. He knew that he
was destroying the dreams of my whole life.
After a few strokes, he stopped, leaving it buried to the hilt, while he
reminded me of what I should be doing with my fingertips. And why I wanted to do
it for him. It didn't take many squeezes for me to get the message, and I gave
him what might have been the best screw of his life.
He thanked me when he had finished, with ironic politeness, and "promised" that
I would be his best girl for the next few weeks. Thanks a bunch! I thought.
"So", he went on, "you'll be all the more eager to help your little friends
recruit more cunt for the club, to take my mind off you. Or maybe I should say
to take my hands off you?" he laughed.
Yeah, I could understand why my "friends" had been willing to trap me.
Understanding doesn't always mean forgiving, though. I hated their guts, and
promised myself that I would never give up until I found some way to get even
with them.
Peck knew what I was thinking, of course. And he knew that it was in his
interest to keep us all hating one another, so we wouldn't gang up and find some
way to break his hold on us. Divide and rule, as they say.
And then he told Rosie to "do the honors".
