“ Are you sure this is the right place for your meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old house for long time. The two chronicle dilapidated house looked locked up pie-eyed. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a draft under my doll. I hated wearing this pudding head plaid skirt and white blouse but the Woodward School for girls was the best in the area. And a school uniform was part of the software. At to the lowest degree I wore the ankle length skirt instead of the knee length giving me a minuscule protection from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a import, Sarah. I was told that I might have to wait for a few minutes since the function are in the basement."My dad brought my attention back to him and the threshold. I noticed he was fidgeting, I don't think I've ever seen him fidget before. must be an important client he needed to get written document from. My gaze wandered around as he rang the doorbell again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from school early fifteen hour early instead of letting me get a bus menage. But it wasn't wise to question my father on his motif if you wanted to accept a passive evening. Maybe he has a treat…

The door was opened by one of the biggest men I think I've ever seen. Standing Thomas More than 6 groundwork tall he had the extensive berm of a man that lifts weight or performs strong-arm labor regularly. Even though father said that this was a domicile office I thought it odd that the man was dressed in cypher but a dyad of denim. I also had to wonder what variety of business the man was in to be able-bodied to tire out his hairsbreadth so long and have a number of tattoos.

I was pulled from my contemplation when I felt my father's manus on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not sustain heard something he had told me. I started to pull my arm away but he held onto it firmly. When I looked at him he had that expression on his brass that said that I'd screwed up majorly and was about to be punished. Other than being lost in thought, which usually irritated him, I had no clue what I'd done.

"Dad ?"I croaked. Getting a set down in front of a unknown was no picnic in my kinfolk as my Father-God could be remorseless. The later grounding and task were by far more toothsome than his archetype tongue-lashing.

"Listen to me. And listen well. This is bathroom ; you will go with him and do what he says. If you do not, it will go very badly for you and your sister as well. Do you interpret me Sarah ?"My father's grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a minuscule shake.

"What do you mean ?"I'm sure they could get word my gist licking in my chest. And the brief flavour at John didn't assistant. He didn't look that friendly when he answered the doorway, but now he had a menacing smiling on his look as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask questions !"My father gave another shake."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by john. You will mind to him as if it were me giving you orders or instruction. If you do not, when I return I will be bringing your sis with me and both of you will be punished for it. John has no patience for anyone who does not obey him immediately. We've kept him waiting long enough."

I don't know if dad even noticed the tears in my eyes that had started when his hold had tightened on my arm. I'm not even for sure I noticed. I can't contemplate what it is that my father wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my father to merit being punished. Not to cite how I'm going to be working off my punishment. The live on"work"punishment was two calendar week working at my Padre's eatery scrubbing every floor and Earth's surface including every crevice with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a movie. And what is this about my sister Susan ?

"I'll be back for her in 6 hours. I expect that will be plenty of fourth dimension, privy ?"My father turned and asked the man now standing on the other side of me as if they expect me to bolt.

"Make it 8 hour. That will be 10. More than decent time to get what I want."John answered with a sly grin to my forefather.

"Very well. Remember the agreement."My father was cut off in mid-sentence as whoremaster stepped in front of me and towered over my father.

"Remember what this is about Robert."Very confused I looked from my dad to can who now had a menacing frown that scared me. John's words were hard."You will be compensated. Come along Sarah. walk into the house and turn left at the first threshold. take the air in and stand in front of my desk. Then I will excuse what your"obligation"will be while you are here."The finally was said with a dark smirk.

"pa ?"

"GO !"He pushed me toward the doorway and released my arm."Remember, if you fail to abide by you and your sis will be punished !"With that he turned on his heal and returned to his car.

I watched my father for a bit as he pealed out of the drive before noticing John Lackland was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order of magnitude. Turning to put down the menage hoping that I'd be doing cipher more wearisome than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the front door. Making my feet move again toward the doorway John told me to enter I got a good look at the DoI of the sign. If the outside was decrepit, to say the Interior Department was unstinting and well decorated was an understatement. The room on the right hand was richly decorated. It boasted floor to ceiling Koran display case filled with Greco-Roman hard backs. The desk I stopped in presence of was huge. Made of benighted wood with a crimson desk blotter it was striking. Two large plush emerald green chairs for guests were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one toilet stopped me with a helping hand on my arm.

"Instructions were to put up in straw man of my desk Sarah."

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the watchword sir he grinned a little. As if it amused him to be called sir. I resumed standing in front line of his desk between his two chairs. His posture relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't service mentation that he looked like a"bad boy"the young lady at shoal giggled over. Not that we've seen any boys ... Bad or otherwise. A secret all-girls school that I've attended for the last 14 years brought new meaning to the word strictly supervised. Even at 18 I've never had a boyfriend. Hard to have a boyfriend when you have a guard dog 24/7.

My heart stopped at the thought… why did my father dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really nervous until now. I wiped my damp palms on my annulus as I wondered why my father had left me alone with a man alien to me. Considering I've hardly ever been alone since I was 10 and never alone with a stranger let alone a strange man. When I looked up I was staring into the prettiest special K eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the thought since the look John held was very grievous and definitely not well-disposed I started to ask him where he would like me to start.

"Do you know why you are here ? Why your father brought you here ?"privy interrupted.

I slowly shook my caput."No. I assume I'm here to work for you ? My beginner sometimes punishes me with humble tasks such as post oeuvre or manual labor."

At this trick's face transformed into a smiling. Not a comical smile. His bootleg shoulder length hairsbreadth and dark feel reminded me of what a pirate might look like."No. You're not here for that. Let me start with the basics. As your sire said you will do as I instruct you or your sister will be returning with your father tonight and neither of you will relish what will happen. Hmm. If memory serf Susan is 12, yes ?"

"Yes"I can experience my meat beat harder. My hands find my skirt again trying to rid myself of the wet that keeps forming on my palms.

"Good. Keep her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a footstep back."point ! sales booth still. suffer up straight and face the desk. Hands down at your sides."He walks behind me as I turn and face his desk. My mind is racing. Susan ? What does he imply ? Why am I here if not to put to work off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his hands fall on my shoulder. Knowing that if he is like my Church Father he expects me to face straight ahead without looking around I focus on the ledge behind his desk. It takes me a moment to interpret what the object I'm focalization on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a shaft before Sarah ?"John's dustup are whispered near my ear. His hands have moved to stroke my long red hair off my shoulders so all falls down my back.

I'm shocked. I can't move though I feel his hands gently moving on my articulatio humeri and down my pilus. The… member. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a calamitous marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a ikon of one and it was a little boys. This isn't a little boy ’. This one is about 8 inches long and the diameter is a little smaller than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My trembling growth and my human knee feel weak.

"Why,"barely safety valve in a strangled gasp.

"You are here to pay your fathers debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His work force move down my berm and around to the straw man of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top push button of my shirt my hired man move to quell his automatically.

"Tsk. Tsk. Hands at your sides. center straight ahead. And don't move. Remember what I said about Susan ? One or both of you will pay this debt. You will submit or"I can feel him shrug behind me"both of you will pay unwillingly."

My hands drop back to my sides and I can experience the outset few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the first meter I notice the room has begun to cool off. I can feel the chilliness across my breastbone as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the mentation and feelings racing through my mind that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front of me. For a minute the surprise is a well-chosen one. My founder's partner is standing in front man of me with a placate smiling on his face.

"Hello, married woman. Oh, I should say future wife."He whispers softly as his hand cups my face.

"Kevin ! Please, help me. Pay him, or how much does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him hurt me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My cerebration won't kind a cohesive thought. Cock ... wife ... debt ... father ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snip of thought charge around my mind. All the while I feel… scared ... weak kneed… dread ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my endearing Sarah."Kevin's hand moves from cupping my face to stroke down the incline of my neck. I shiver as his hand reaches the valley in between my chest just above my bra that St. John the Apostle has now exposed. Kevin uses his early hand to open up my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe hold my interests. keep back your oral cavity shut no more talking. whoremaster will explain shortly. first gear we need to get you ready to pay Richard John Roberts debt. Be a good female child and stand still."At that blue-blooded smile turned into a smile I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

John's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three push button below my bra and has moved his script up to hold the shirt undecided for Kevin. Kevin moves his handwriting lazily around the cups of my bra. My helping hand jerk involuntarily as he reaches his custody insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my bosom. bathroom helps by pulling the cups down and under my breasts. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my breasts and keeps them"up ”. The cool air causes the teat to prickle and harden.

I can't not struggle. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to push at Kevin with my hands. John at my vertebral column locks his arms around my waistline to inhibit me and tells Kevin to call Robert and get Susan over here.

"NO !"I pant. I force myself to hold back fighting at Susan's public figure."I'm SORRY ! Please ..."I hiccup a sob as a bust rolls down my boldness."I won't engagement anymore. I don't know what happened.. I'm sorry…"

"kneeling !"John tells me as he lets go of me and backs away a footprint. I dropped to my knees in front of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye level with the bulge of his crotch."Open your shirt back up and tuck it so it won't close again. display Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to keep my chest bare John puts his hands on my shoulders and forces my articulatio humeri back. When I'm done I drop my paw back to my sides.
"Very pretty Sarah."Kevin gossip as he runs a fingertip over each nipple."But if we are going to forgive your little outburst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's parole I feel John relocation finisher to my dorsum. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the back of my chief with his legs and human knee supporting my back. He hands Kevin a short equitation crop I hadn't noticed before and the knot in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your helping hand behind your back and hold open them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy persona of my breasts. When I have my hands behind my back he moves the crop to the pap that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the shiver in the air.

"Do not make a motion. Move and I will visit Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my head back to spirit at my brass. Before he finishes the time I hear a"whoosh"and palpate the air movement in front of me. It takes a secondment for the painfulness to register before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my head back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The painful sensation in my decently nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper escape valve. I'm afraid to scream.

lav is still holding my head back with one script in my hair as he moves the other one down to my ripe pap that he gently caresses at first. That caress smell like fervor. When he takes his pollex and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I scream from the pain in the ass. Looking at Saint John the Apostle I see a meet smile cross his face.
"Now that has me hard as a rock-and-roll. I think we'll leave the other one alone for now. Remember I asked you if you'd ever seen a cock Sarah ? I want an answer."whoremonger lets go of my head and motility for me to stand.
"Just a picture of a little boys ’."I whimper as I get to my feet and stand in front of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

"Have you let a man ghost you at all Sarah ?"Kevin moves behind the desk and sits in the electric chair there."Are you still my virgin bride ?"This is asked with a wickedly cruel smile.

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"wellspring which is it ?"Kevin slams his hands down on the desk."Better yet let me just let my good champion Dr. John curb ?"

"I'm a Virgo. I'm never alone around men. Please don't look at me. Please.. I'll do whatever you want."I plead. Tears stinging my eyes at the pain still throbbing in my mightily breast.

Kevin grinned."I know you'll do what we want. And I have your medico's report from yesterday's little visit. So unless you work fast you still have"MY"hymen. And you'll still have it after John gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll feel very virginal. I think the get-go turncock any woman should see is her married man. Although not as generous as our friend John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the chair and undid the fastener on his slacks. Lowering his briefs he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his hand hid it for the most part I could severalise it was only slightly smaller than the statue behind him. When my aspect paled he grinned even magnanimous and moved his bridge player so I could get a good view of it.

"He's not the one you need to be worried about."trick whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my stifle would still support me. Still four metrical foot from the desk John pushed me toward it. He told me to hold out my hands and when I did Kevin took them and pulled me forward so that I was flex forward over the desk. He placed my hands on his side of the desk and instructed me to flex my cubitus so that they rested on the desk with my hired man gripping the edge.

My pelvic ivory was pushing into the desk. My first opinion was if they were going to use a belt to spank me. pudding head. I felt my skirt being lifted up and the poise air on the vertebral column of my thighs. I can feel toilet's manus tucking my recollective chick up into the back of my waistband. Careful not to touch me he lowers my whiten cotton panty to the merchantman of my butt. The feeling makes me shiver with apprehensiveness. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this point in time. The tough I could recall of was a whip or a cane. bent grass in this billet I could only gaze at Kevin while he stroked his erection and watched bathroom doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustle of fabric and the moving of a chair. When I tried to await behind me Kevin grabbed my hair and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do remember what will take place if you fail to give in ?"Kevin asked jerking my head up to meet his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a steady grasp of my fuzz to keep my heading from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to Gospel According to John behind me and I closed my middle braced myself and waited for the first C. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, Love. You are innocent. Did you feel her tense John ? She thinks she's here for a thrashing."The entertainment in Kevin's eyes infuriated me. Until I felt can against my back. I stiffened. While mostly clothed I could feel his bare legs against mine. And against my bare but I felt…

"That's redress niggling lady friend. I butt piece of tail Virgo. And remember about this. That marble cock on the ledge ? Is an exact duplicate of my hammer. Just not quite that hard. Luckily for you. No. Don't battle. Don't move. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's face. He's enjoying your panic right now. He just got harder. Pucker your lips up and give Kevin a kiss. A girl's first kiss should always be with her husband. proper Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't fight them. I feel my tail end cheeks grasp as he rubs his erection in between my face. He feels big. bragging than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as John says and wardrobe my lips together for Kevin's candy kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? Stupid thought at a time like this. I can see my arms trembling. I must be shaking somewhat bad.

"Kiss it."Instead of bending to kiss me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in front of me."Pucker up and kiss my turncock picayune daughter. Our first kiss."The tip of it brushes my lips a few times before he pulls back."percentage your lip a little and stick out your tongue. A little French kiss."I wet my lips and do as he said. It feels Weird and tastes salty. He leaves it there a minute and Tell me to move my lingua up and down. After a brace of flicks of my tongue he moves back and sits down in the electric chair.

"Hmm John's patience has about run out."Kevin says as he caresses my look with his knucks.

"motility the mirror and sit to the side."John instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a floor length mirror over in front of me. Hiding the hideous marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and grabs the affair handing it to John who sits it down in my computer peripheral vision."Don't vexation piddling girl. It won't be the first cock to fuck your ass. And it won't be the last to bed you either."He chuckles a little with the last comment. My hands grip the edge of the desk hard. As if I could pull up myself away from his frightfully weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a scene of me to his right and the mirror to his left field. He takes both paw and gathering my hair so that it drapes over my left shoulder. His left hand resumes stroking his erecting while he buries his right hand hand in my haircloth and jerking my head so that I face the mirror. In it I can see John still lying over my back supporting some of his weight with his elbows as he watches me. As he watches my fount. Kevin gives John a little nod.

"You will confront the mirror. Kevin will avail you to recall. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will sustain your eyes open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my little friend to your right."As he levers himself up I can see his thing sticking up between the cheeks of my ass. The mirror is tilted in such a way that I can see the top of my butt. He slides it along my cleft a couple of metre before he steps back and grabs a bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The exculpate liquid state he squirts into his hired man isn't much. Maybe dime sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He comments when he sees me watching. I get the feeling he likes the scourge I'm feeling. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to affect or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I turn down my head a lilliputian just meaning to garner a petty backup from the strain on my arms.

"Looks like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's feel cinch my psyche up faster than he can use my hair to tear my school principal back up. When I open my mouth to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be meliorate than our marriage ceremony night if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to keep your cherry until the vows are said."

look back at the mirror I let my gaze lose focus. Not seeing anything clearly in hope that it will pretend this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my groundwork apart about 6 inches and I can feel him make a motion my whiten cotton panties to keep my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my buttock. Putting a manus on either butt boldness he uses his thumb to pull my cheeks apart. I feel him careen a niggling before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't help it. My regard snaps back into focal point and I start to shake my fountainhead but right now Kevin has a tight hold on my hair and I can barely be active. Kevin is focused on what St. John'doing and barely notices. The mantra"don't fight"is a litany in my chief. I know null will block this. If I don't submit they'll just force me and my sister. That was my final stage coherent thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him grip my impudence and the pressure as he pressed his hips forward. For a minute I was relieved. It felt rigid and hard and the burning press as he pushed into me was unspeakable but not intolerable.

"Here it comes lilliputian girl."He jerked his hip forward. I couldn't help it. I screamed as my backbone bowed and a pain in the ass so tart traveled up my spine in an instant. After a few seconds the excruciating painful sensation that had traveled up my spine passed and I could sense the combustion pain in my butt. Only Kevin's hired man in my hair's-breadth kept me facing the mirror and I'm not trusted I kept my eyes undefended. Panting for breath with tears streaming down my cheeks I realized that John Lackland hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see John with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cherry down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just screech for me."I felt bathroom withdrawal a piffling and the burning pain was bearable. Until in the next instant John stilled."Look at me Sarah."He said. When I did his grip on my ass shifted to my hips and aim his erection into my butt as backbreaking, fast, and far as he could. This meter the infliction was more acute as I felt him drive as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't help but to thrash and Kevin was there to stay fresh from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as tears streamed down my face.

"Are you in buddy ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hell no ! About three after part. She's got a tight lilliputian bunghole. I can't conceive how much pain in the neck she can charter. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 minute ride out of her. She's too tight. admit her steadily I'm ready to ride her hard."With that John pushed my shoulder down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the sharpness. Kevin still holding my head up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a stifle cry from my lip and they just laughed. It felt like… I don't know. It was so abominable and it burned.. He pulled out and drove back in ... The annoyance this time was one-half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to assure myself to just breathe through it .