Author: Powerone
Title: Maiden Maid
Part: Chapter 6
Summary: This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they
are forced to do to survive the Great Depression.
Keywords: M+F, nc, anal, reluc, humil, oral
Copyright 2002 and 2003 by Powerone. The author can be contacted at
controlher@hotmail.com.
This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced
to do to survive the Great Depression. Sara is an 18-year-old orphan during the
depression and life is hard.
Maiden Maid
Chapter 6 John Teaches Sara
The next morning, Sara walked slowly into the kitchen, her body still aching
from the punishment and the fucking she had endured. She had gone back to her
room after Michael had fucked her hard and lay on the bed, naked. She allowed
her legs to spread, wider and wider as if forced to do so, until they hung over
the edge. She let her fingers trace down the flat plane of her stomach until
she reached her flaming red bush. She could fill the heat from beneath it, the
heat from the spanking, then the whipping of her pussy with the riding crop.
Her fingers traced between her pussy lips, almost stuck tight from the drying
cum. She pried them apart and one finger entered her pussy, still soaked with
cum. She began to finger her pussy, her other hand reaching over to her
nipples, fingers grabbing one tightly and pulling it hard. It ached as she did,
but she forced herself to endure it. It moved down and grabbed her swollen clit
and began to play with it hard, two fingers now fucking her tight pussy as he
did. She began to moan in pleasure, her ass rising up from the bed, her legs
still spread obscenely as if held tightly by an unknown assailant. She stuffed
part of the bed sheet into her mouth, effectively gagging her as she began to
cum. Her finger slipped under her body and the dry digit painfully pushed into
her asshole, burying itself to the first knuckle until it ground to a halt. She
could feel her hot asshole clenching on the digit as the orgasms rolled through
her body again.
Sara got up quickly and ran to the bathroom, embarrassed at her feelings and
the easy way she had forced herself to cum again. That's not the way a good
girl acts, only a whore. She washed all traces of the treatment she had endured
from her body and got between the cool sheets, falling asleep quickly, exhausted
from the ordeal she had endured.
John smiled as he saw Sara entering the room, walking slowly and carefully.
He knew that she must be sore between her legs, Michael having told her of the
pussy whipping and the fucking he had given her. His cock had stood out as
Michael detailed the happenings of the night before. He had gone into intimate
details, loving to share his conquests with John.
"John, why don't you have Sara help you clean the library today. Show her my
vast collection of bondage and sadomasochistic books and pictures. Maybe engage
in a little bondage with her. Then maybe I will join you. Such lovely things
we could both do to that tight body."
John was pleased with the suggestion, not getting much relief from his sexual
encounter with Sara yesterday in the pantry, wanting so much more from her. "I
would enjoy that very much. Remember the last maid. We had her naked, spread
apart between the two ladders in the library. And they thought those ladders
were for reaching books high up," he laughed.
"I will have her in the library right after lunch, I will join you about
three. That should give you time enough to get her naked and bound. You may
fuck her today, she will still be very tight, especially if she is sore from
last night. She should buck around nicely, giving you a nice ride."
John smiled at her as she entered. "Morning, Sara. Did you sleep well last
night?"
Sara turned red, embarrassed, knowing that John knew what had happened last
night. "YYess," she stammered, quickly grabbing a cup of coffee, wanting to
take it to her room to drink in privacy.
"Michael wants to see you first thing this morning. He has a chore for you
to perform after lunch," grinning as he said it, his cock straining his trousers
in expectations.
Sara turned and left the room, almost spilling her coffee as she did. "Thank
you, I will see him right away," she said over her shoulder as she almost ran
from the room.
Sara left her coffee on the stand outside Michael's room and entered. He was
still in bed, reading the newspaper and drinking his morning coffee. "John said
you wanted me, Sir?"
Michael looked at, his cock twitching as he saw her face and body,
remembering last nights encounter. "I want you to help John clean the library
today. Meet him there after lunch."
"Yes, sir, anything else Sir," she stammered out, hoping to escape his
leering glances at her body.
"You are new here, Sara. John is my most trusted servant and also dear
friend. I want you to treat him as you would me and obey his every command. Do
I make myself clear, Sara? His every command," he accented.
Sara did not like the sound of the command, but she knew she had no choice.
John had already cornered her in the pantry yesterday and took considerable
liberties with her body, forcing her to cum for him. "Yes, sir, I will obey
him," quickly leaving the room, grabbing her coffee and heading for her room.
The morning passed slowly, Sara's thoughts drifting to last night and the
expectations of what would transpire this afternoon. She tried to shake the
images from her mind, images of John dominating her sexually. She felt the
wetness between her legs. Damn it, clear your mind. Your acting like a slut,
she thought. She slowly ate lunch, John sitting across from her, staring at
her, making her turn red, his eyes staring through her clothes.
"Time to work in the library," he stated, moving up from the table and
leaving the room. Sara followed him down the hall to the large door to the
library and John let her pass, watching her sexy ass cling tightly to the skirt
she was wearing. Michael knew how to dress them
"What do you want me to do?" Sara asked, her eyes staring at the ground, not
wanting to see the lust in Johns eyes.
"I am going to show you some of Michael's private collection books. He wants
you to see some of the things you have agreed to submit to. And then I am going
to play with your body again, Sara. Remember yesterday in the pantry, when I
made you cum?"
Sara's head hung in shame, but she nodded yes, remembering his expert fingers
bringing her to a powerful orgasm as she stood half-naked and spread before him,
his hard cock pressed tightly against her virgin asshole as he shot his cum all
over her ass cheeks. What did he plan to do to her today? She thought.
"Good girl, Sara, now step over her. I have been waiting to put my hands all
over that delectable body all day. You have made my cock hard, Sara, thinking
about you. You are going to have to be punished for doing that, for making my
cock hard." He motioned her over in front of him, his large, hairy hands
already extended out, waiting to run over her body as if he owned it.
Sara cringed when she heard the word punishment. Why did men get so much
enjoyment in her screams of pain? What about all of the romance she had read so
much about when she was young. Is it all fiction, and that man just got
enjoyment from a woman's suffering, subjecting them to humiliation and sexual
perversions? Is that what the books that John was going to show her today would
reveal? She moved towards him and cringed when she saw his hands already
reaching out, ready to run them over her young body. He was so much older then
she was, having to be at least in his forties. While Michael was older, he was
also very handsome. And rich. John was only a servant and old enough to be her
father, if she had ever remembered one. And now he was using her body as if he
was her lover. Or worse, a sexual pervert. She moved within his grasp, his
breath revealing what he had eaten for breakfast, not as fastidiously clean as
Michael always seemed to be. She cringed as his arms pulled her close to her,
her body pushing up against his, molding along his contours.
John's cock jumped in his pants when her body rubbed against his as his arms
encircled her small waist and pushed her tight against him. One hand moved up
to her face, cupping under her chin, pulling her face up to his, her eyes wide
open in fear. "Can you feel my cock against your pussy, Sara?" He made it
jerk, knowing that she could feel the enormous slab of cock tucked tightly in
his trousers. "It is much bigger then Michael's and I can last longer then he
can. I'm going to fuck you today, Sara, fuck you hard with my big cock.
Michael is going to join us later. After I get you naked. I don't know what he
is going to do to you, but you can be sure his cock will visit some of your
orifices. Would you like both of us to fuck you at the same time, Sara, two
hard cocks tearing into your young, delectable body?" Her eyes looked like that
of a scared deer in the cross-hair of a hunter's rifle.
"Please," she begged, staring into the lust crazed eyes of John, as his cock
rubbed harshly against her covered pussy. "I still hurt from last night,
between my legs. He whipped me there and then his cock tore my virginity.
Please, not again. I will rub your thing, make it cum for you," she begged him,
hoping she could satisfy his lust another way.
His hand slipped lower, grabbing her ass with his large palm, almost
encircling her whole bottom with one hand, squeezing the fleshy globes. So soft
and resilient, it would feel good again when his cock is snuggled between the
tight cheeks. Soon he would get a chance to sodomize her, enjoying her scream
in pain as his large cock would tear into her tight asshole. But first Michael
would get the chance to be the first one to be snuggled tightly up her hot and
tight asshole. "My cock is throbbing, Sara, it wants your tight pussy wrapped
around it. Before the day is over, you will be begging me to fuck your pussy.
Now rub your pussy on my cock," slapping her hard on the ass, forcing her onto
his hard cock. "Yes, like that," slapping her had again.
Her ass stung from the slaps, her hips beginning to move from side to side,
rubbing her pussy on the hard meat pushing out the front of his trousers. It
felt huge, almost the size of a babies arm. It was going to hurt much more then
when Michael's cock had fucked her. She could feel it pushing her pussy lips to
the side each time she rubbed it, feeling the moisture beginning to form in her
pussy from the forced masturbation of his cock by her pussy.
"Better, keep it up," staring into her eyes. His hand returned to her ass
cheek, squeezing the taut flesh in his palm. His other hand continued to keep
her head looking at him, his face moving closer to hers until his lips touched
her. He could feel her lips shut tightly as he tried to kiss her. Slap,
SSLLLAAP, the sound of his hand beating on her ass flesh ringing out in the
room. "Kiss back, open your mouth and tongue fuck me or I will have you bent
over the chair and whip your ass until you do!"
Sara allowed her lips to unclench, feeling his tongue move into the hot
confines of her mouth, dancing over her teeth and tongue. Another smack to her
ass, her pussy still grinding onto his hard cock. She could feel it twitch and
jump each time he slapped her. His cock enjoyed her pain. She pushed her
tongue into his mouth, not wanting another spank on her ass cheeks. She could
already feel the heat and sting from the others, his hand returning to pinch and
grab at her ass meat. Their tongues intertwined in his mouth, darting back and
forth over each other.
"MMMMMM," he moaned, grinding his hard cock into her delicate body more. He
pulled back from her face, her mouth and lips wet from his kiss. "You're a hot
bitch. Is your pussy creamin' for me yet?" He laughed at her obvious
embarrassment. She was probably already wet. He had seen that in her yesterday
in the pantry. She got off sexually submitting to a man. He slapped her ass
hard. "Up on the ladder, I have some books for you to look at. These will make
you cream in your pants," he laughed.
He made her climb the ladder, standing below her, able to look up her dress
as she moved up to the fourth step. "Those two on the end. The red one half
ways across and the fat blue one on the end. Get them all," he commanded her.
Sara picked out the books, gazing at the titles as she did. She was shocked
at them. And scared. "Bondage through the Ages" was the first one. "Sexual
submission and the Whip", "Gang Rapes and the Need to be Raped" and finally
"Sexual Submission and Humiliation, Understanding the Needs of the Female
Submissive." What had she gotten into? What were Michael and John going to do
to her?
"Don't get down yet. Stay there, but spread your legs apart. Yes, a little
farther, I wouldn't let you fall," moving up unto the first step of the ladder,
his head almost falling under her skirt.
She felt his breath on her legs and then felt a hand slowly side up the
inside of her legs, moving up higher to grab her thigh tightly, nudging them
farther apart as he did.
"Such smooth thighs you have, Sara. So tender. Can you imagine how much it
would sting if I spanked them? Or whipped them. Forcing you to spread wider,
opening up your defenseless pussy." His hand grabbed her thigh tightly, hearing
her groan in pain as he did. He moved up until he reached her crotch. "Yes,
wet panties. I knew I would find wet panties, Sara." His fingers began to play
with her panty covered pussy, the silky material already soaked in anticipation
of further humiliation and sexual abuse.
She felt him grip her crotch tightly, his large hand able to effectively grab
her whole sex, fingers pushing between her lips as he did. He clenches and
unclenched on her sex, her moan of pain further encouraging his abuse of her
young body. He let go of her and ordered her down the ladder. She sat on the
couch next to him, the books by her side.
"Let's look at the books, Sara. Let us look at what your future will bring."
The first, "Sexual Submission and Humiliation, Understanding the Needs of the
Female Submissive" had many pictures. Each one showed a female, forced to strip
herself naked, to one and sometime many males. She was forced to pose in many
humiliating positions, often with her sex and asshole exposed. Each time the
female was masturbated as she exposed herself and the pictures clearly showed
the female lubricating as fingers pushed into her vagina or plucked at her
clitoris. She was finally forced to climax on the masturbating fingers as the
males watched her body shudder.
More pictures, of females strapped onto gynecologist tables, legs in
stirrups, their sex exposed as men, dressed like doctors examined them
intimately with metal instruments. Finally, pictures of females forced to their
knees, hard, thick cocks in their mouth, hands holding their heads tightly as
they sucked the cocks thrust into their oral orifice. Or on their backs, legs
drawn up high almost behind their head, thick cock splitting open their pussy as
they were brutally fucked as others watched, stroking their cocks, waiting their
turn. Finally, on her stomach, her legs spread wide, her ass cheeks parted, her
unwilling anus exposed. A male would lie on top of her, slipping between her
legs, hands fumbling between them, hips pushing down hard. You could see the
anguish and pain on her face in the pictures as a thick cock was forced into her
most intimate passage, her asshole, the males hips pumping his cock in and out
of her, sodomizing her, finally dumping a load of hot cum in the depths of her
colon.
"No," she trembled in fear. Was that what was to become of her. John's hand
moved down between her legs, slipping her skirt up higher until he reached her
crotch again. She let her legs open wider, unable to prevent any further
degradation he would submit her to. "Its only going to be Michael and yourself,
isn't it?"
"No, Sara. Michael has parties sometimes and I'm sure that you will be the
star attraction. Now let's look at this one, "Sexual submission and the Whip".
"You will like this one," his fingers pushing aside her panties, reaching for
her wet, pussy. More pictures, some instructional, the right areas to hit with
the whip, how to whip a breast paying special attention to the erect nipple.
The anus, a very tiny target but a highly concentrated center of pleasure and
pain sensors. Finally the pussy. How to get the female to spread herself open
for the whip, tips on where to start and where to finish. Finally, how to make
the female orgasm from the whip without using your fingers or organ. The
picture showed a naked female, surround by many males, each with their organs
exposed, hands pumping them. She was always spread open before them, either
willingly or bound in painful and tight positions, always exposing her most
intimate parts of her body to the lash of the whip. The last pages showed the
many types of whips and the recommended use, the degree of pain, temporary and
permanent they would inflict and lastly the female part of the body that they
would be most effectively used to inflict the maximum amount of pain. He could
feel her pussy soaking his fingers as they moved around her pussy lips as she
turned the pages, drinking in the obscene pictures before her. "You only felt
the sting of a whip from Michael. It can be very painful. But you will be
surprised. The pain can bring you pleasure."
Sara did not understand, she only understood that the pictures disgusted her,
but at the same time she could feel herself getting excited as she imagined that
it was her in the picture. All of the males gathered around her, seeing her
naked and spread, the smell of leather as the song of the lash rang out in the
room, her screams joining in the chorus as her body was subjected to the painful
whipping.
The next was "Bondage through the Ages". He yanked up her skirt so he would
have greater access to her wet crotch, his fingers pushing into her tight
vagina, her groan of pain as the fingers revisited her raw sex from Michael's
fucking last night. This book was all pictures. The naked females all bound
tightly with ropes. Some were bound spread eagle on beds or other flat
surfaces, on their backs or stomachs. Others were bound into various bondage
devices, similar to John's punishment bench, others more painful, large, rough
dildos sticking out them, used to force themselves into unwilling females
pussies or assholes. Breasts were bound tightly, turning dark red, nipples
swollen in lust. Pussies were speared by many objects, including thick, rough
ropes slid up and down their slit, studded dildos, clamps and various electrical
devices built to deliver powerful charges of electricity to delicate female
bodies. "Today I am going to begin binding you. You will be spread open and
unable to defend yourself. We will do many things to your body and you will not
be able to stop us."
Sara raised her hips up gently, not wanting John to see her joining in the
masturbation of her sex, gripping the finger in her pussy. Even though it hurt,
his thick fingers almost as big as Michael's cock, she knew that she must
submit. It excited her.
The final book, "Gang Rapes and the Need to be Raped" was the most brutal.
The females all bore the physical abuse inflicted on them. Many were beaten,
forced to sexually service the males that were raping them. Some girls were
raped by groups of more then twenty men, their mouth, pussy and finally their
asshole all raped for the male pleasure. There would be no pleasure for the
female. No orgasm. This was about control. The control the male had over the
female and his ability to use her body in any manner he saw fit. It was not the
tight pussy or asshole that brought about the male orgasm. It was the screams
of pain as they were pierced by giant cocks. It was the begging and crying, the
pain that the male could inflict on her as he fucked her. Sara had only been
fucked once, relatively painless for the first time, but Michael had made her
cum. She could not imagine taking on that many men at one time. But she could
imagine them inflicting pain. It seemed liked they enjoyed that.
"That is the life you will enjoy, Sara. Even if you leave the relative easy
life here, you will be subject to even a worse life out their. As a prostitute,
the only profession you would be able to get, you would not last longer then a
year until you were either killed or so badly disfigured, you would not even be
able to continue in that profession. Until this damn depression is over, you
will have to submit to the demands of Michael and myself." He gave her pussy a
very painful fingering, watching her jump in pain. "Get up, and remove your
dress, I want you only in your underwear. It is time you learn firsthand some
of what you have seen in these books. And Michael will be here soon, wanting to
enjoy the delights your body has to offer."
Sara got up and stood between John's legs as he sat there, looking up at her.
His hands moved to her hips, watching as she slowly unbuttoned the ten or so
buttons running up the front of the dress. She slowly revealed the silky
garments underneath. She pushed the dress from her shoulders and let if fall
down onto the floor behind her.
"Hands behind your head, legs spread. Wider, I want your legs spread wider.
Come on, Sara. I will have you naked soon." He watched as she submissively
complied with his desires, smiling at her lack of reluctance so far. Wait until
Michael's and his desires became more perverted. By that time, even her
reluctance will be overcome by the bondage she would be placed in. She looked
so beautiful. John was so lucky to have this job, not only because he was paid
well, but also being allowed to subject the female servants to his perverted
ways. He looked at her breasts, the silky camisole strained tightly over the
erect nipples. He knew that it was a combination of the material rubbing over
them and also the secret desire she possessed to be taken against her will. His
gaze moved down to her small waist, to where her womanly hips began to flare
out. She had a shapely ass, taut and resilient. The best was nestled between
the tiny, silk panties, small ribbon ties holding them together at the side.
Beneath them lay her naked, red bush, hiding her wet pussy. It was a bright
red, shared by the hair on her head.
Michael's friends would be entranced with her, making sure that she would be
displayed openly when they partied here. She would have to endure frequent
examinations of her pussy and anus, his friends loving to play "doctor" with
Michael's maids. Michael had all of the usual doctor's instruments, including
some specially designed speculums, speculums that would open vaginal and anal
openings to large gaping holes. John had built a gynecologist table years
before, modifying a used one to allow for even a greater spread of the stirrup.
They almost split one up the middle, a maid a year ago, a small framed girl
unable to withstand the obscene spread of her legs. It also moved up higher,
raising her ass up from the table over a foot, allowing unfettered access to her
asshole. The head of the table could be folded downward, withdrawing the
support behind the females head, forcing it to bend painfully back. In this
position, she could be manipulated to allow maximum penetration of her throat
with a hard cock. One had almost choked to death on the cock of a black servant
they had brought in to service her. He had a cock that was almost fifteen
inches long, a massive weapon that was only good for inflicting the maximum
amount of pain on the sexual organs of a bound female. It was not made for
pleasure, only pain.
"Is your pussy wet, thinking about what I am going to do to your body, Sara?
Turn, facing the mirror. I want you to watch in the mirror as my hands take
liberties with your body." He stood behind her, moving closer until his cock
was pushed against her ass again. "Yes, I know you can feel my cock twitching
against your tight ass. Pull your camisole off, I want to see your naked tits,"
he ordered her.
Sara could feel him behind her, his cock rubbing sensuously against her ass
cheeks. She heard his command, lowering her arms down, grabbing the camisole at
the bottom and slowly pulling it up. She saw her own image in the mirror, her
naked skin gradually showing. First the underside of her breasts began to show.
There was no sag, young, perky tits that would sag later in life but for now
they stood up proudly. Higher it went, John's cock twitching as her areolas and
nipples began to peek out. Her areolas were a dark brown, her nipples, a pretty
pink in the sea of darkness. She shuddered as the silky camisole rubbed over
the nipples, inspiring them into even greater hardness, now the size of tiny
marbles, hard and sensitive to the air and touch. She knew that John liked to
pinch them, making them ache in pain. But they always seem to get bigger when
he did. She remember one picture in the book, a female was bound tightly on a
table. A pillow was thrust behind her back, arching her up, her tits now the
most prominent part of her body, hard, pointed nipples pointing up to the
ceiling. The next picture had shown string, rough thick string looped around
the areolas and nipples of the victim in a noose and pulled tightly, trapping
the blood into the end of the buds, turning dark red. She could imagine how
sensitive they would be. The next picture showed the strings tied to some
apparatus in the ceiling, slowly pulling the string tighter and tighter, the
nipples painfully pulled from the victim's body. You could see the look of
anguish on her face as they were crushed and stretched painfully.
"Wake up, dreaming about what I am going to do to you?" he laughed. "Get
that top off so I can pinch those luscious tits and nipples. I know you like
that, the pain as I abuse your young body."
John's voice brought back her reality, standing half naked before the mirror,
a thick cock pushed against her ass, waiting to fuck her pussy hard. She pulled
it over her head and let it fall to the floor, her hands moving to cover her
breasts with her palms without thinking, embarrassed to be naked before a
servant. She felt John's hands cover her, his cold, clammy hands molded around
hers.
"No need to be so embarrassed maybe you want to make your nipples hard for
me. Would you like to show me how you play with your nipples, Sara?" He
grabbed her hands and began to squeeze them, forcing Sara to do the same to her
perky tits. He pulled her fingers back, revealing her nipples, "pluck your
nipples with your fingers for me, show me how hard you can make them," he
ordered her.
Sara was being forced to caress her own body as John watched. She could see
her reflection, her fingers pinching her own nipples, arousing them for John's
pleasure.
"Pinch them harder, like I would do to you. Yes, like that, see how dark red
the nipple gets. Good girl, it hurts doesn't it, Sara."
"Please, they hurt," she moaned, her nipples aching from her own
ministrations.
"Pinch the nipple with your fingernails real hard just once and I will let
you stop," he ordered her.
"OOOW," she moaned in pain as her sharp fingernails dug into the tender
nipples, almost drawing blood as they did. She felt his cock jerk again on her
ass cheeks, pleased at her own degradation.
John pushed her hands away, dropping uselessly to her sides as he began to
play with the youthful mounds. He molded and squeezed them in his big hands,
watching them jiggle as he bounced them up and down, before returning to the
areolas and running a ragged fingernail around the age, tiny goose bumps
appearing as he did. The nipples stood out hard and pointed, aching to be
touched as he teased around them before his fingers returned to tease them into
hard pebbles.
Her tits bounced up and down as John slapped them back and forth, his fingers
playing over the tips. She gritted her teeth as his fingers finally returned to
her nipples and began to tighten on the nubs, his strong fingers mashing the
delicate flesh between them, squeezing the blood from them. He began to pull
her tits by the nipples, stretching them from her body, her beautiful breasts
now pulled into an obscene shape. "Toooo far, you're pulling them out to far,"
she cried out, his fingers painfully stretching her pink nipples over two inches
long.
"More, I can stretch them more, on your toes," he ordered her, watching her
in the mirror as she began to get up on her toes, hoping to relieve some of the
ache and strain on her abused nipples. He pulled higher, her legs taut,
stretched up high on her toes, balanced precariously.
Sara saw herself in the mirror and blushed. Half naked, her breasts pulled
out and up in the air by her nipples, fat fingers tightened on their tips
painfully, standing on her tiptoes to relieve some of the pain, the muscles in
her legs taut from their forced position she had to endure. "Please, I can't
stay like this much longer," her legs tiring, starting to lower to the ground
again, but John refused to give her any relief, forcing her nipples out farther
as she subject herself to self abuse.
John smiled, enjoying her groans of pain, watching as she subject herself to
his abuse. He let her nipples go, her feel falling to the floor quickly, her
body almost slumping to the ground. He looked at her nipples, now swollen and
red, a testament to the abuse he had inflicted on them. "You have to be careful
that you do not squeeze nipples or clamp them for too long. Otherwise you can
do permanent damage to them. Let's check to make sure they are OK," smiling as
he said that.
"What are you going to do? Please, no more, they already hurt so much." She
watched as his big hand cupped her left breast from beneath, hefting the globe
up, his fingers reaching around to squeeze just below the areola and the nipple,
forcing it out again. He brought his other hand around, his index finger next
to his thumb, poised to snap the hard nipple nearby.
"Ask me to snap your nipple? Ask me to make sure you can feel the pain?"
Sara cringed at the request. He wanted her to beg him to hurt her sensitive
nipple. But she knew that she must comply. He would not take no for an answer.
"Snap them, make me feel the pain," she blurted out, biting her lip, her fists
clenched, waiting for the sharp burst of pain she knew that was coming.
John saw her bracing for the snap, waiting patiently, trying to keep her off
guard, not knowing when he would do it. He saw her fists relaxing, the opening
he was looking for. He snapped his finger, once, twice, watching as the ruby
red nipple was painfully snapped.
"AAAh," she cried, "OWWWWWW," his finger snapping harshly again, the pain
shooting from her breast up to her brain, her feet dancing up and down, wanting
to escape the excruciating pain
"Good girl, now stand still," his hand moving to the other breast, hefting
the tit up in his palm, his fingers pinching the blood to the tip of her nipple,
his fingers ready to snap the other. "Be a good girl and ask again. Ask me to
flick your little nipple." He smiled as he watched her eyes, begging not to
force her to do it.
Again, she uttered, "Please, John, hurt my nipple. Make me feel the pain."
His fingers did not wait this time, catching her unbalanced again, the pain
shooting into her unprotected nipple again, her gasp of pain making his cock
hard. He grabbed both of her breasts from beneath, hefting them up, the nipples
now a dark red, showing their abuse under his hands. "You're being a good girl
for me Sara. I think we have neglected you pussy long enough now. Would you
like me to fuck you now, Sara?"
"Please, let me suck your cock. I will do a good job, you can cum in my
mouth. Just don't fuck me again. It hurts down there. Michael hurt me when he
fucked me." She had this look of innocence in her eyes as she was begging to
suck his cock. Anything was better then a cock in her sore pussy, especially
John's. It was so much bigger then Michael's.
John smiled at her, his hands moved to her shoulders, "on your knees,"
watching as she kneeled before him. He pulled out his cock, it had to be over
nine inches long and thick. The head was a dark red, already glistening with
cum, Sara's pussy rubbing already coaxing out some cum. He pulled her head up,
her lips only inches from his cock. "Just put the head into your mouth and suck
it tightly. I want to feel your tongue playing over it. Taste my cum."
Sara eagerly did as he requested, anything was better then a painful fucking.
The only sound in the room was her lapping at the hard member, her lips pulled
open wide, grasping the huge weapon.
John moved her head up and down, forcing more and more into the hot confines
of her mouth, watching her eyes begin to tear up as she choked the first time it
tried to enter her throat. Her eyes begged for release, not wanting the huge
cock forced down her throat, her tongue hoping to coax a load of cum from his
balls. John suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth, a loud popping noise
resulting.
"What's the matter?" moving her head forward again, trying to push his cock
back inside.
"You didn't think I would pass up fucking your pussy. No, no, I want to feel
that tight, hot pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to hear you as you feel
what it is like to be fucked with a real cock. Now over here, up you go, off
your knees," he grabbed some rope that he had next to him and pulled her towards
the ladders.
"WWWhhhat, are you going to do with that?" pointing at the thick, hemp rope
in his hands, afraid of the answer.
"We are going to practice what we saw in the books. Take off all of your
clothes. We have no need for them any longer. I want you naked." He watched
as she stripped off her clothes, finally standing naked in front of him. He
moved closer to her, his hands already reaching out to touch her naked body.
His finger slid down her belly, through the bright red patch of pussy hair. "So
silky, your pussy hair. We would normally shave the girls, but with that
flaming bush, everyone will like it better."
"What do you mean, everyone?"
"There will be many that will see you naked. Many that will examine your sex
very intimately. Michael and his friends love to play doctor." His fingers
sought out her pussy lips, feeling the dew on the pussy hair. His fingers
parted her pussy lips, spreading them back, a fat finger pushed between them,
sliding effortlessly along the slick tract. "You are already wet, can you give
me a little more cream, so I may finger fuck that tight little pussy. Can you
be a good girl and cream for me?"
She spread her legs wider, giving him access to her vagina, closing her eyes
as she felt the fingers playing with her pussy. "AAAHH," two fingers entering
her vagina, still sore from last night.
"Your pussy is red from the fucking. Open your eyes and watch me. Your
pussy grips my two fingers so tight. You are going to be a good fuck. I'm
going to go in deeper now, and twist my fingers inside you." He pushed in
deeper, hearing her grunt in pain, "so tight, squeeze my fingers, show me how
well you can milk a cock," he ordered her.
Already her vagina felt like it was stretched too far and it was only two
fingers. How could she take his big cock inside her little body? He pushed up
on his fingers, forcing them higher into her body, her legs spreading wider,
trying to relieve some of the tightness.
He began to pump his fingers back in forth inside her vagina, forcing it to
stretch each time he did, almost like a little cock fucking her. "Such nice
juices your pussy puts out for me. A little more cream for me," he ordered her,
his other finger reaching up to her clit, pulling back the hood, exposing the
red bud to his fingering. He continued to tease her body, each time bringing
her to the edge of an orgasm, then slowing down, letting her catch her breath
again, before beginning again.
"OOOH, pleasee, please let me cum," her pussy gripping the tight fingers
inside her, trying to prevent them from leaving.
John moved one of the ladders next to the other. "Over here Sara."
"What are you going to do with the ladders?" She looked puzzled.
He looked at her naked body, his cock hard. "I want you bound tightly, I
want you to feel the helplessness of your situation. And then I am going to
play with your delicious body, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, but I am
going to deny you. I want you wet and ready when I fuck you. And I am going to
fuck you, fuck you hard. Now step over to the ladder and begin to climb them
both, one foot on each of the ladder."
Helplessly, Sara complied, first one, then two steps up the ladder. It was
awkward, climbing two separate and distinct ladders. She turned and looked at
him, his finger motioning her higher. One, two more steps before he heard his
voice.
"That's high enough." Her ass was up way to high to be able to fuck her, but
he had other plans. He saw her turn and look as he climbed the ladder behind
her, until he reached the point where he could reach her legs comfortably. He
now had four strands of rope in his hand.
Startled, Sara turned as she felt the ladder shake as John began to climb the
ladder behind her. She cringed when she saw the rope in his hand. "Whaaat,"
but her sentence was cut off in mid sentence.
John grabbed her left leg, "hold on with your hands tightly. You are going
to have to support most of your weight until I get you bound." He pulled her
leg back and began to push it through the rungs of the ladder. "Good girl, now
the other," picking up her other leg and pushing it through the rungs of the
other ladder. She was now almost seated in mid-air, her ass hanging down
unsupported and open.
"It's hard to hold on so tight, please hurry," she begged him, afraid of what
she was begging for. She knew she would be so vulnerable to him once she was
bound. She felt him get down from the ladder and step behind them, knowing that
he had an unobstructed view of her naked sex.
He grabbed her leg, the smooth skin making his cock jump in excitement. He
loved to see tender flesh with rough, hemp digging into the flesh. "Relax your
leg, Sara it will make it easier," wrapping the rope around her leg just below
the knee. He did not want her ass hanging down too far and did not want to give
her too much slack in being able to move away from him. His cock was going to
hurt when he fucked her, her pussy already sore from when Michael had taken her
virginity. He was much bigger and he loved it when he could make them scream.
It made his cock even harder and bigger, thus making them scream even louder.
"There, that's one, now the other. Stretch out a little, don't tighten up on
me, Sara. Once get you tied up, I'm going to spread you open. That's why the
two ladders. I can open you up nice and wide for me. You'll like that, being so
helpless and open, your pussy ready to take my hard cock."
"No, please don't, don't spread me, please, the ropes are too tight," pulling
up on her arms, trying to escape the cruel bondage.
He slapped her inner thigh, "I said no," he ordered her. He felt her body
slump, resigning herself to the bondage. He grabbed her leg, the rope hanging
limply from below her knees. He grabbed the left leg, binding the rope tightly
to the ladder, tightening it so that her leg was pulled alongside the wooden
ladder rail. Then it was the other leg, pulling it tightly against the other
wooden ladder railing. Already her thighs were pulled apart, her pink, wet
pussy glistening in the light. "You can relax your arms a little now, Sara.
Your legs are bound tight, they wouldn't slip off. Just don't let go or else
you'll be upside down before you know it," he laughed.
Sara's arms were already tiring, the strain as she was forced to support her
whole body as she felt her legs being spread and bound tightly. She groaned in
pain as the rough rope tied her tightly to the ladder, her thighs and sex aching
from the wide spread. She let her body slump, her upper arms aching. She felt
her lower body slip lower until the ropes picked up the slack and her ass hung
precariously lower, her sex now open. "Pleassse," she begged as she felt John's
hot breath on her open sex, standing only inches in front of her bound body.
John moved around to behind her, taking in the beauty of her. He loved woman
when they were bound. The look on their faces when they realized how vulnerable
they were, usually spread open, unable to stop any perversions that he would
decide to inflict on them. His hands began to stroke her ass cheeks, feeling
the youthful, flesh, hard and tight. His hands moved over her body, grabbing,
pinching and pulling on the tight flesh. His hands moved between her legs,
feeling her pull up by her arms, attempting to escape his fondling hands.
"You're not going anywhere Sara," his hands moving over her youthful flesh,
fingers running up and down her ass slit, running over her exposed anus, feeling
her shiver in fear as they did. He moved down, his fingers pulling back her
pussy lips, exposing her pink pussy to his gaze. He pulled on his cock, feeling
it get harder, wanting to be enclosed in the hot confines of her almost virgin
pussy. It had been a while since he had fucked a tight, young pussy. Not since
Michael's last maid.
Sara tried to move away from the hands, fondling her body like a lover would
but her bound legs would provide no relief. She felt the ladders begin to move,
the spread of her legs widening. "Please, don't spread me any wider, please, it
hurts," she cried out, tears running down her face. Her crotch began to ache
as the ladders slowly parted, the gap between them widening. "NNNoo, please no
more," she begged.
John watched her pussy lips split apart, the spread of her legs opening wider
as he moved the ladders apart. He stroked a finger up and down her split,
feeling her wetness, her red pussy hair glistening with the dew from her juices.
He stopped the ladders, locking a board between them to hold their separation,
to keep her open for his further manipulation of her naked sex. Her body hung
down, her arms tiring again, her ass hanging, her sex open, ready to receive his
weapon. His hand reached down to his cock, a few quick pumps of it to bring it
to hardness, a full nine inches of hard cock, the head a dark red in lust, drops
of precum already leaking from it. He started to rub it up and down her spread
pussy lips, their juices mixing. He saw her arms pull her body up away from his
cock, rising up and following her movements, not letting her escape his large
member.
Even though her arms were tired, she pulled up her ass when she felt the big
cock rubbing between her split pussy. It felt huge, much bigger then Michael's.
How would she survive, his cock without splitting her pussy open? No matter how
much she rose up, he seemed to be right behind her, his cock pushed against the
opening to her vagina.
"Can you feel it, Sara, can you feel it poised to enter your pussy? I love
hot, tight cunts and yours is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock." He
waited patiently, knowing that her arms could not hold herself up for more then
a few minutes. They were already straining from before. "Yes, slowly now Sara,
slowly lower you onto my cock. Yes, your pussy is splitting wide to grab my
cockhead. Can you feel it Sara, can you feel how big it is?"
Her arms finally gave out, feeling her ass slowly slumping down again, this
time a hard cock waiting for her surrender. "AGGGHHH, toooo big," she cried as
she felt her vagina slowly spreading open wider and wider, split wide by the
giant cock poised to enter her painfully. Hands continued to run over her body,
up and down her ass cheeks, touching lightly over her anus, feeling the tiny
opening quiver. She rose up again, feeling the head slip out a bit but her arms
betrayed her, unable to hold her body up for more then a few seconds. She again
began to slump down, this time the head of his cock slowly engulfed by her
almost virgin pussy, her pussy lips stretched tightly around the crown,
squeezing it as a lover might do. "Slowly, you're so big, you're too big for my
small body."
John waited patiently, Sara moving up, than her arms failing her and her wet
pussy slid down on his huge cock, each time more entering her tight pussy. He
could feel her pussy reacting to the invasion, clenching and unclenching on the
invading cock. "Milk my cock, Sara," he urged her on. His hand reached under
her ass and helped her pull up until his cockhead almost pulled from her hot
pussy. He suddenly let go, Sara unprepared, spearing her pussy onto his
rampaging cock as her weight propelled her pussy onto the cock, sinking over
three inches of his steel-hard cock buried into her teenage pussy.
"OOOWW," she cried out as she sank onto the cock. She felt him pull her
pussy off the erect member, her body tensing as she waited when she would be
released to impale herself onto his cock. Her pussy gripped the cock, pulsating
on the erect organ. She felt his hands move and her ass slid down, her pussy
forced to take the hard cock as it slid effortlessly inside her wet pussy.
"AAAGGGh," over six inches of hard cock now forced inside, her pussy gripping
the cock tightly, stopping its downward movement.
"Hot, tight cunt, just what I like, teenage pussy, barely used, nice and
tight. Now it's time to take all of it little girl, time to take a man's cock
up your little hole." He pulled her up from his cock until her pussy gripped
the swollen head. "Get ready, her it comes," releasing her onto his erect cock.
He pushed down on her shoulders, wanting to make sure that he fucked it all into
her tight cunt. He watched her head rear up, a scream torn from her lips as she
was forced down on a full nine inches of hard cock, her pussy forced to push
aside and accept the member. He felt her ass settle down, his cock buried deep
inside her, twitching in anticipation of a good fucking.
"Ttttttttooooooo big," she screamed as the punishing cock buried itself
into her pussy passage, pushing aside all resistance as it sank deep inside her.
She felt the member spread her open more then she ever was by Michael, his cock
opening her up for some serious fucking. She felt it jerk inside her, feeling
strange, a warm, pulsating organ gripped tightly by her almost virgin sex. She
sucked in a big breath of air as she felt it slowly pull out, feeling like it
was turning her pussy inside out. When it was almost out, she felt his hips
jerk up and his cock sped deeply inside her again, knocking the wind from her
lungs. His stomach slapped against her ass with a resounding jolt, his heavy,
swollen balls banging up from beneath.
John began to slam into her, making her take all nine inches of his hard
dick in her hot cunt. He watched her body jump each time he buried it inside
her, her tits bouncing up and down, her ass cheeks quivering. His fingers moved
around in front, two fat fingers pushing up and down her dripping slit, coaxing
out her clit. He found his target, her erect clit standing out like a little
cock, two fingers gripping it tightly as he fucked her. He felt her hips begin
to roll around, massaging his cock as he slowly pulled it from her before
slamming it back into hard. "You're enjoying a big cock, Sara, I knew you
would. You just need a little coaxing first, nothing like a little bondage to
get you wet," laughing as he watched her pussy gripping on his cock.
She began to fill the first stirrings of an orgasm as his fingers
pinched her clit harshly. She pushed back onto the hard cock to escape the
fingers, only to force more of the giant cock inside her tight pussy. She felt
the tight ropes holding her open, unable to escape the fucking, open and
vulnerable to anything that John would do to her body. This excited her, just
like when Michael had bound her to the punishment bench. "OOOH," she moaned, as
the cock continued to fuck her, fuck her hard, making her take it fully inside
her before pulling out slowly, only to shoot back in again hard. Fingers found
a nipple, already hard and squeezed it tightly, fingernails digging into the
delicate tip, the other hand pulling and pinching her swollen clit.
The sounds of fucking filled the room. Naked flesh pounding against
each other. A hard cock thrusting into a wet pussy, slurping sounds ringing off
the walls, the ladders banging noisily, groans and moans of pleasure and pain.
"Are you going to cum for me Sara, cum with me when I fill you with my
hot cum?" He taunted her, his fingers pleasuring her and at the same time
inflicting pain on her delicate sex organs. Her body shook from his cock, each
time having to accept all nine inches of hard cock in her once virgin pussy.
"YYYYEESSS," she cried out as she felt his cock bottom out in her pussy,
bruising her insides as she felt it pulsate and begin to shoot a powerful stream
of hot cum inside her. His fingers brought out her orgasm, her body shuddering,
her pussy beginning to spasm on the hard cock buried deep inside her. Her legs
pulled on her bondage, her ass bouncing up and down on the shooting cock inside
her, her pussy bathed by his sperm.
John pumped her hard, burying his cock inside her as his balls released
his cum. He groaned in pleasure as her pussy milked the cum from him. Another
quick pump and a second load of cum filled her. As he pulled his cock out
again, the first batch of cum leaked out. He slammed back into her to fill her
with a third and final load.
Sara shook and cried out as her orgasm swept over her body. Fingers
plucked at her clit and nipples, his hard cock unleashing torrents of hot cum
inside her. She had never felt anything like this, her pussy spread wide to
receive the big cock, her pussy hosed with his cum. She felt him shoot wave
after wave of his semen deep in her body, her pussy passage clamping and
unclamping on his cock as she came over and over.
John let his cock slide out of her pussy, his cum mixing with hers to
puddle on the floor beneath her. He slapped her ass hard, her cheek turning
red. "You're a good fuck, Sara. Nice tight pussy. Haven't fucked anything
that tight in a long time," laughing as he released her from the ladder, holding
her naked body tightly to his as he helped her to the floor. He saw the cum
running down her thighs. "Get cleaned up, you still have some more work to do.
Then I think Michael will want you tonight." He left the room, turning to see
Sara slowly putting on her clothes.
To Be Continued
