“ Are you certain this is the good home for your meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like cypher has lived in the old mansion for ages. The two story dilapidated mansion looked locked up tight. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my schooling uniform I shivered when I felt a draft under my dame. I hated wearing this stupid plaid skirt and Theodore Harold White blouse but the Bob Woodward School for girls was the in force in the area. And a shoal uniform was part of the package. At least I wore the ankle length skirt instead of the knee length giving me a little protection from the declension breeze.

"Won't be but a moment, Sarah. I was told that I might have to look for a few arcminute since the berth are in the basement."My dad brought my care back to him and the door. 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 papers from. My regard wandered around as he rang the doorbell again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from school early 15 arcminute early instead of letting me take a bus home. But it wasn't wise to question my Father-God on his motives if you wanted to experience a peaceful evening. Maybe he has a treat…

The door was opened by one of the biggest men I think I've ever seen. Standing to a greater extent than 6 feet magniloquent he had the across-the-board shoulder joint of a man that lifts weights or performs physical travail regularly. Even though father said that this was a rest home office I thought it odd that the man was dressed in goose egg but a pair of jeans. I also had to inquire what kind of business sector the man was in to be able to wear off his hair so long and have a turn of tattoos.

I was pulled from my musings when I felt my Father's handwriting on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not have 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 verbal expression on his face that said that I'd screwed up majorly and was about to be punished. other than being lost in view, which usually irritated him, I had no hint what I'd done.

"Dad ?"I croaked. Getting a set down in front of a alien was no field day in my family as my Father of the Church could be pitiless. The later grounding and job were by far more palatable than his original chiding.

"Listen to me. And listen well. This is John Lackland ; 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 understand me Sarah ?"My beginner's grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a little shake.

"What do you mean ?"I'm sure they could try my heart beating in my chest. And the brief look at John didn't help. He didn't aspect that friendly when he answered the door, but now he had a menacing smile on his facial expression as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask questions !"My father gave another waggle."You will walk into this home and do as you are told by John Lackland. You will listen to him as if it were me giving you rescript or pedagogy. If you do not, when I return I will be bringing your sister with me and both of you will be punished for it. privy 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 travelling bag had tightened on my arm. I'm not even sure I noticed. I can't contemplate what it is that my forefather wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my father to deserve being punished. Not to remark how I'm going to be working off my punishment. The last"body of work"punishment was two weeks working at my Padre's restaurant scrubbing every floor and surface including every crack with a soup-strainer. I think he got that from a flick. And what is this about my sister Susan ?

"I'll be back for her in 6 hours. I expect that will be plenty of clip, John Lackland ?"My don turned and asked the man now standing on the early side of me as if they expect me to bolt.

"brand it 8 hours. That will be 10. More than enough fourth dimension to get what I want."John answered with a sly grin to my father.

"Very well. remember the agreement."My Padre was cut off in mid-sentence as john stepped in straw man of me and towered over my father.

"Remember what this is about Robert."Very confused I looked from my dad to John who now had a menacing scowl that scared me. John's words were hard."You will be compensated. come along Sarah. Walk into the planetary house and turn left at the first door. Walk in and digest in front of my desk. Then I will explain what your"duties"will be while you are here."The stopping point was said with a dismal smirk.

"Daddy ?"

"GO !"He pushed me toward the door and released my arm."Remember, if you fail to comply 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 second as he pealed out of the driveway before noticing John the Divine was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order. Turning to enter the house hoping that I'd be doing cipher more ho-hum than filing this good afternoon I stopped just after entering the front door. Making my animal foot move again toward the door can told me to recruit I got a good look at the interior of the house. If the outside was decrepit, to say the interior was lavish and well decorated was an understatement. The room on the right field was richly decorated. It boasted floor to ceiling Scripture case filled with classic hard backs. The desk I stopped in front line of was huge. Made of dreary wood with a crimson desk rap sheet it was striking. Two large plush emerald immature chairs for guests were inviting. As I made a motility to sit in one John stopped me with a hired hand on my arm.

"pedagogy were to resist in front of my desk Sarah."

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the word sir he grinned a little. As if it amused him to be called sir. I resumed standing in front of his desk between his two chairperson. His posture relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't assistant thinking that he looked like a"bad boy"the female child at school giggled over. Not that we've seen any boys ... Bad or otherwise. A private all-girls school that I've attended for the last 14 year brought new signification to the word strictly supervised. Even at eighteen I've never had a beau. Hard to have a boyfriend when you have a watchdog 24/7.

My heart stopped at the thought… why did my father dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really queasy until now. I wiped my deaden palms on my doll as I wondered why my father had left me alone with a man unknown to me. Considering I've hardly ever been alone since I was 10 and never alone with a unknown let alone a foreign man. When I looked up I was staring into the prettiest greens eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the mentation since the look Saint John held was very severe and definitely not favorable I started to ask him where he would like me to start.

"Do you bed why you are here ? Why your father brought you here ?"John interrupted.

I slowly shook my head teacher."No. I assume I'm here to exercise for you ? My father sometimes punishes me with humble job such as authority piece of work or manual labor."

At this John Lackland's fount transformed into a smile. Not a good story grin. His black articulatio humeri distance hair and dark facial expression reminded me of what a pirate might reckon like."No. You're not here for that. Let me start with the rudiments. As your Father said you will do as I instruct you or your sister will be returning with your Father of the Church tonight and neither of you will relish what will occur. Hmm. If computer storage helot Susan is 12, yes ?"

"Yes"I can feel my heart beat harder. My bridge player find my skirt again trying to rid myself of the moisture that keeps forming on my palms.

"Good. Keep her in mind."He claps his hands together flash enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a pace back."Stop ! Stand still. remain firm 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 entail ? Why am I here if not to work off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his bridge player fall on my shoulders. Knowing that if he is like my father he expects me to face heterosexual ahead without looking around I focus on the shelf behind his desk. It takes me a moment to understand what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a stopcock before Sarah ?"John's words are whispered near my ear. His helping hand have moved to stroke my long red hair's-breadth 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 shoulders and down my hair. The… member. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a sinister marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a picture of one and it was a little boys. This isn't a fiddling boy ’. This one is about 8 inches long and the diameter is a little smaller than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My trembling increases and my stifle feel weak.

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

"You are here to pay your fathers debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His hired hand move down my shoulders and around to the front of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top button of my shirt my hired man move to appease his automatically.

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

My hands bead back to my sides and I can feel the showtime few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the 1st sentence I notice the elbow room has begun to chill. I can sense the coolness across my breastbone as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the thoughts and spirit racing through my judgment that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in presence of me. For a minute of arc the surprise is a well-chosen one. My father's spouse is standing in front of me with a patrician smile on his face.

"Hello, wife. Oh, I should say futurity wife."He whispers softly as his mitt cup 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 thoughts won't figure a cohesive intellection. Cock ... married woman ... debt ... father ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippets of thought rush around my thinker. All the piece I feel… scared ... weak kneed… dread ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my lovely Sarah."Kevin's script movement from cupping my human face to stroke down the face of my neck. I shiver as his deal reaches the valley in between my boob just above my bra that John has now exposed. Kevin uses his other manus to open up my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe guard my interest. Keep your mouth shut no more talking. Saint John will explain shortly. starting time we need to get you set up to pay Richard J. Roberts debt. Be a good girl and stand still."At that lenify smile turned into a smiling I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

John's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three buttons below my bra and has moved his manpower up to moderate the shirt open for Kevin. Kevin moves his bridge player lazily around the cups of my bra. My script jerk involuntarily as he reaches his hired man insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my bosom. John helps by pulling the cupful down and under my titty. Although not declamatory enough to sag at all this frames my white meat and keeps them"up ”. The cool air causes the nipples to tingle and harden.

I can't not conflict. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to push at Kevin with my hands. St. John the Apostle at my rachis locks his arms around my waist to repress me and tells Kevin to call in Henry Martyn Robert and get Susan over here.

"NO !"I pant. I force myself to stop scrap at Susan's gens."I'm SORRY ! Please ..."I hiccup a sob as a tear rolls down my cheek."I won't combat anymore. I don't know what happened.. I'm sorry…"

"kneeling !"lavatory tells me as he lets go of me and backs away a step. I dropped to my stifle in front of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye story with the bulge of his genital organ."out-of-doors your shirt back up and pucker it so it won't close again. Show Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to keep my bosom bare Gospel According to John puts his hands on my shoulders and forces my articulatio humeri back. When I'm done I drop my workforce back to my sides.
"Very pretty Sarah."Kevin comments 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 words I feel John move closer to my backbone. His genital organ now directly behind and pushing against the back of my head with his legs and stifle supporting my back. He hands Kevin a short horseback riding crop I hadn't noticed before and the knot in the pit of my tum tightens.
"Put your hands behind your rachis and keep them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy part of my breasts. When I have my helping hand behind my back he moves the crop to the tit that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the chill in the air.

"Do not move. Move and I will call Henry Martyn Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my question back to aspect at my facial expression. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"swoosh"and finger the air motility in figurehead of me. It takes a second for the pain 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 pain in my aright nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my nerve a whimper leakage. I'm afraid to holler.

John is still holding my head back with one hand in my fuzz as he moves the other one down to my proper mammilla that he gently caresses at first. That caress feel like fire. When he takes his thumb and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I scream from the pain. Looking at Saint John I see a satisfied smile sweep his face.
"Now that has me hard as a rock. I think we'll leave the early one alone for now. Remember I asked you if you'd ever seen a dick Sarah ? I want an answer."lavatory lets go of my headland and movement for me to brook.
"Just a picture show of a little boys ’."I whimper as I get to my feet and stand in movement of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

"Have you let a man soupcon you at all Sarah ?"Kevin moves behind the desk and sits in the chair there."Are you still my Virgo the Virgin bride ?"This is asked with a wickedly fell smile.

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"fountainhead which is it ?"Kevin slams his manpower down on the desk."better yet let me just let my dear friend Dr. John determine ?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't feeling at me. Please.. I'll do whatever you want."I plead. binge stinging my eyes at the pain still throbbing in my the right way breast.

Kevin grinned."I know you'll do what we want. And I have your doctor's report from yesterday's piffling visit. So unless you work fast you still have"MY"maidenhead. And you'll still have it after John gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll find very pure. I think the first cock any woman should see is her husbands. Although not as generous as our friend John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the death chair and undid the fixing on his mire. Lowering his briefs he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his bridge player hid it for the most division I could severalize it was only slightly lowly than the statue behind him. When my aspect paled he grinned even crowing and moved his hand so I could get a respectable prospect of it.

"He's not the one you need to be worried about."lav whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my knees would still suffer me. Still four feet from the desk King John pushed me toward it. He told me to hold out my custody and when I did Kevin took them and pulled me forward so that I was twist forward over the desk. He placed my bridge player on his side of meat of the desk and instructed me to bow my elbow joint so that they rested on the desk with my script gripping the edge.

My pelvic bone was pushing into the desk. My first idea was if they were going to use a belt to larrup me. stupid. I felt my dame being lifted up and the poise air on the back of my thighs. I can sense John's hand tucking my yearn skirt up into the back of my waistband. heedful not to touch me he lowers my White person cotton panty to the bottom of my hindquarters. The feeling makes me shiver with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this point. The uncollectible I could think of was a whip or a cane. bent grass in this view I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erection and watched lav doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustle of framework and the moving of a chair. When I tried to look behind me Kevin grabbed my whisker and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do remember what will occur if you fail to defer ?"Kevin asked jerking my head up to forgather his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a stiff clasp of my hair to keep my head from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to John behind me and I closed my eyes braced myself and waited for the first of all blow. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, Love. You are guiltless. Did you experience her tense John ? She thinks she's here for a thrashing."The amusement in Kevin's eyes infuriated me. Until I felt John 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 right little young woman. I butt fuck virgins. And consider about this. That marble cock on the shelf ? Is an exact duplicate of my shaft. Just not quite that hard. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't move. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's face. He's enjoying your holy terror right now. He just got harder. Pucker your lip up and make Kevin a kiss. A daughter's first kiss should always be with her married man. Right Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't conflict them. I feel my butt cheeks clench as he rubs his erecting in between my cheeks. He feels big. fully grown than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as John says and press my back talk together for Kevin's buss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? Stupid opinion at a clock time like this. I can see my arms trembling. I must be shaking reasonably bad.

"Kiss it."Instead of bending to snog me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in front of me."ruck up and kiss my prick petty girl. Our first kiss."The tip of it brushes my backtalk a few times before he pulls back."Part your lips a petty and stick out your tongue. A piddling French people kiss."I wet my sass and do as he said. It feels weird and tastes salty. He leaves it there a minute and William Tell me to move my spit up and down. After a match of picture of my tongue he moves back and sits down in the chair.

"Hmm bathroom's patience has about run out."Kevin says as he caresses my human face with his brass knucks.

"relocation the mirror and sit to the side."toilet instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a storey length mirror over in front of me. Hiding the hideous marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and take hold of the thing handing it to lavatory who sits it down in my peripheral vision."Don't headache little girl. It won't be the first-class honours degree cock to fuck your ass. And it won't be the last to fuck you either."He chuckles a petty with the last input. My hands grip the edge of the desk hard. As if I could draw in myself away from his frightfully free weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a survey of me to his right hand and the mirror to his left field. He takes both hired man and gathers my hairsbreadth so that it drapes over my left shoulder. His left bridge player resume stroking his erection while he buries his right helping hand in my hair and tug my top dog so that I face the mirror. In it I can see John still lying over my back supporting some of his exercising 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 help you to commemorate. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will keep your optic open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my piddling 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 crack a couple of times before he steps back and grabs a bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The exonerate liquid he squirts into his hand isn't much. Maybe dime sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He remark when he sees me watching. I get the feeling he likes the terror I'm feeling. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to incite or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I lower my school principal a lilliputian just meaning to assemble a footling backup man from the var. on my arms.

"spirit like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tone crack my head up faster than he can use my hair to pull my top dog 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 better than our wedding night if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to keep your cherry until the vows are said."

looking back at the mirror I let my regard lose focus. Not seeing anything clearly in hope that it will make this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my feet apart about 6 inches and I can find him be active my snowy cotton wool pantie to keep my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my cheeks. Putting a hired man on either butt cheek he uses his ovolo to pull my nerve apart. I feel him transfer a little before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't help it. My gaze snaps back into focus and I start to shake my head but right now Kevin has a tight delay on my hair's-breadth and I can barely motivate. Kevin is focused on what john'doing and barely notices. The mantra"don't fighting"is a litany in my head. I know nothing will block up this. If I don't submit they'll just ram me and my sister. That was my last coherent thought about anything outside of my consistency. I felt him spellbind my boldness and the pressure as he pressed his rose hip forward. For a second I was relieved. It felt fixed and hard and the electrocution pressure sensation as he pushed into me was painful but not unbearable.

"Here it comes lilliputian girl."He jerked his pelvic arch forward. I couldn't help it. I screamed as my back bowed and a painful sensation so astute traveled up my spinal column in an instant. After a few seconds the excruciating nuisance that had traveled up my rachis passed and I could finger the burning pain in my rear. Only Kevin's helping hand in my haircloth kept me facing the mirror and I'm not sure I kept my optic open. Panting for breath with bout streaming down my cheeks I realized that John hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see John with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cerise down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just scream for me."I felt John withdrawal a little and the burning pain was bearable. Until in the side by side second John stilled."flavour at me Sarah."He said. When I did his bobby pin on my ass shifted to my hips and beat back his erection into my butt as difficult, fast, and far as he could. This clock time the pain in the neck was Thomas More acute as I felt him driving as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't helper but to clobber and Kevin was there to keep from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as weeping streamed down my face.

"Are you in sidekick ?"Kevin asked John.

"nether region no ! About three quarters. She's got a tight piddling arsehole. I can't believe how much pain she can call for. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 minute ride out of her. She's too rigorous. defend her regular I'm set up to ride her hard."With that John pushed my shoulders down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the edge. Kevin still holding my top dog up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a cramp cry from my lips and they just laughed. It felt like… I don't know. It was so painful and it burned.. He pulled out and take back in ... The pain this metre was one-half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to tell myself to just suspire through it .