“ Are you sure this is the the right way berth for your merging dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old sign of the zodiac for geezerhood. The two story dilapidated house looked locked up soused. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my schooltime uniform I shivered when I felt a draught under my chick. I hated wearing this pillock plaid skirt and white blouse but the Robert Burns Woodward school day for miss was the best in the area. And a school uniform was function of the bundle. At to the lowest degree I wore the mortise joint length skirt instead of the articulatio genus length giving me a petty security from the gloaming breeze.

"Won't be but a instant, Sarah. I was told that I might feature to hold back for a few bit since the offices are in the basement."My dad brought my care back to him and the doorway. I noticed he was fidgeting, I don't think I've ever seen him fidget before. moldiness be an significant customer he needed to get papers from. My regard wandered around as he rang the buzzer again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from school early xv minutes early instead of letting me take a bus home. But it wasn't wise to question my Father on his motive if you wanted to birth a peaceful evening. Maybe he has a treat…

The threshold was opened by one of the handsome men I think I've ever seen. Standing more than 6 feet improbable he had the full shoulders of a man that lifts weights or performs physical confinement regularly. Even though Church Father said that this was a home office I thought it odd that the man was dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans. I also had to wonder what form of business organization the man was in to be able-bodied to wear his whisker so long and have a number of tattoos.

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

"Dad ?"I croaked. Getting a set down in forepart of a stranger was no walkover in my family as my father could be unpitying. The later grounding and task were by far more palatable than his original scolding.

"Listen to me. And listen well. This is John ; 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 founder's grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a little shake.

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

"Don't ask questions !"My Church Father gave another handshaking."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by Gospel According to John. You will listen to him as if it were me giving you orders or direction. If you do not, when I return I will be bringing your sister 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 grip had tightened on my arm. I'm not even 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 Padre to merit being punished. Not to mention how I'm going to be working off my penalty. The survive"study"punishment was two weeks working at my Father's eatery scrubbing every story and open including every crevice with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a picture. And what is this about my baby Susan ?

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

"Make it 8 hours. That will be 10. More than plenty time to get what I want."John answered with a sly smile to my father.

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

"Remember what this is about Robert."Very confused I looked from my dad to trick who now had a menacing scowl that scared me. John's intelligence were hard."You will be compensated. Come along Sarah. Walk into the house and number left at the first door. Walk in and suffer in front of my desk. Then I will explicate what your"tariff"will be while you are here."The last was said with a coloured smirk.

"dada ?"

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

I watched my Church Father for a mo as he pealed out of the drive before noticing John was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order. Turning to inscribe the house hoping that I'd be doing nothing more tedious than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the front man door. Making my feet move again toward the door John told me to enter I got a commodity look at the interior of the business firm. If the exterior was decrepit, to say the interior was lavish and well decorated was an understatement. The room on the right was richly decorated. It boasted floor to ceiling al-Qur'an cases filled with classic hard backs. The desk I stopped in front of was huge. Made of morose wood with a crimson desk blotting paper it was striking. Two large plush emerald green hot seat for guests were inviting. As I made a movement to sit in one John stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"program line were to stomach 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 chairs. His military capability relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't help thought that he looked like a"bad boy"the fille at school giggled over. Not that we've seen any boys ... Bad or otherwise. A buck private all-girls school that I've attended for the last 14 class brought new significance to the Bible strictly supervised. Even at eighteen I've never had a swain. Hard to have a boyfriend when you have a watchdog 24/7.

My heart stopped at the thought… why did my Father of the Church dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really unquiet until now. I wiped my damp thenar on my chick 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 stranger let alone a strange man. When I looked up I was staring into the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the thought since the look privy held was very unplayful and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would care me to start.

"Do you sleep together why you are here ? Why your founder brought you here ?"lavatory interrupted.

I slowly shook my caput."No. I assume I'm here to knead for you ? My father sometimes punishes me with humble project such as office workplace or manual labor."

At this John's aspect transformed into a smile. Not a rum grin. His melanise shoulder length tomentum and dark feel reminded me of what a pirate might look like."No. You're not here for that. Let me pop out with the BASIC. As your father said you will do as I instruct you or your Sister will be returning with your father tonight and neither of you will enjoy what will happen. Hmm. If memory serve Susan is 12, yes ?"

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

"good. restrain her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a step back."Stop ! Stand still. Stand 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 mean ? Why am I here if not to work off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his hands fall on my shoulders. Knowing that if he is like my father he expects me to face straight 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 tool before Sarah ?"King John's words are whispered near my ear. His hands have moved to stroke my long red haircloth off my articulatio humeri so all falls down my back.

I'm shocked. I can't relocation though I feel his hands gently moving on my shoulder and down my hair. The… penis. It's a statue on the ledge behind his desk. Made of a black marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a motion picture of one and it was a little boys. This isn't a small boys ’. This one is about 8 inches long and the diameter is a trivial small than my carpus. Oh god. Oh god. My palpitation increases and my stifle feel watery.

"Why,"barely escapes in a strangled gasp.

"You are here to pay your fathers debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His mitt move down my articulatio humeri and around to the front of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top push button of my shirt my paw move to delay his automatically.

"Tsk. Tsk. Hands at your face. Eyes straight ahead. And don't relocation. 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 incline and I can feel the first few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the first prison term I notice the way has begun to cool down. I can feel the coolness across my sternum as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the thoughts and feelings racing through my mind that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front of me. For a minute the surprisal is a felicitous one. My Father's partner is standing in front line of me with a gentle grin on his face.

"howdy, wife. Oh, I should say futurity wife."He whispers softly as his hand cupful my face.

"Kevin ! Please, help me. Pay him, or how a good deal does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him anguish me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My persuasion won't form a cohesive thought. peter ... married woman ... debt ... male parent ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippet of intellection thrill around my mind. All the patch I feel… scared ... weak kneed… apprehension ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my lovely Sarah."Kevin's bridge player relocation from cupping my face to stroke down the side of my neck. I shiver as his paw reaches the valley in between my breasts just above my bra that John has now exposed. Kevin uses his other paw to unfold my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe safeguard my sake. Keep your oral cavity shut no more talking. John will excuse shortly. First we need to get you set to pay Henry M. Robert debt. Be a soundly little girl and stand still."At that gentle smile turned into a grin I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

John's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three clit below my bra and has moved his hands up to concur the shirt open for Kevin. Kevin moves his hands lazily around the loving cup of my bra. My script jerk involuntarily as he reaches his paw insides the loving cup of my bra and pulls out my bosom. bathroom helps by pulling the cups down and under my titty. Although not expectant enough to sag at all this frames my chest 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 labor at Kevin with my mitt. privy at my back locks his weapon system around my waistline to get over me and Tell Kevin to bid Henry Martyn Robert and get Susan over here.

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

"Kneel !"John tells me as he lets go of me and backs away a step. I dropped to my stifle in figurehead of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye level with the bulge of his crotch."open air your shirt back up and tuck it so it won't close again. Show Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to go on my breasts bare King John puts his hands on my shoulder joint and forces my berm back. When I'm done I drop my hired hand 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 short outburst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's wrangle I feel King John relocation closer to my spinal column. His privates now directly behind and pushing against the back of my drumhead with his legs and stifle supporting my backbone. He hands Kevin a myopic equitation craw I hadn't noticed before and the mi in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your script behind your back and restrain them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy component part of my tit. When I have my hands behind my back he moves the harvest to the pap that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the chill in the air.

"Do not affect. Move and I will call Robert myself."St. John the Apostle tells me as he tips my head back to look at my case. Before he finishes the condemnation I hear a"swoosh"and experience the air motion in front of me. It takes a second for the pain in the neck to record before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If whoremonger hadn't been holding my capitulum back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The annoyance in my right nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper escapes. I'm afraid to scream.

John is still holding my head back with one hand in my whisker as he moves the other one down to my right mammilla that he gently caresses at first. That fondle feels like fire. When he takes his thumb and index and flicks the nub as hard as he can I scream from the pain. Looking at John I see a fulfil grinning cross his face.
"Now that has me toilsome as a rock. I think we'll leave the former one alone for now. Remember I asked you if you'd ever seen a cock Sarah ? I want an answer."john lets go of my drumhead and motions for me to stand.
"Just a word-painting of a little boys ’."I whimper as I get to my feet and stand in front of the desk facing the statue on the ledge again.

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

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"Well which is it ?"Kevin slams his helping hand down on the desk."Better yet let me just let my dear friend Dr. John the Divine jibe ?"

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

Kevin grinned."I know you'll do what we want. And I have your doctor's report from yesterday's footling sojourn. 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 firstly shaft any woman should see is her husbands. Although not as generous as our friend John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the hot seat and undid the fastenings on his slacks. Lowering his briefs he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his hired man hid it for the most component I could tell it was only slightly low than the statue behind him. When my grimace paled he grinned even crowing and moved his hand so I could get a good view 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 human knee would still bear me. Still four feet from the desk Gospel According to John pushed me toward it. He told me to make out my hands and when I did Kevin took them and pulled me forward so that I was crumpled forward over the desk. He placed my hands on his slope of the desk and instructed me to turn away my elbows so that they rested on the desk with my hands gripping the edge.

My pelvic bone was pushing into the desk. My first of all opinion was if they were going to use a belt to spank me. pudden-head. I felt my skirt being lifted up and the assuredness air on the rear of my second joint. I can feel Gospel According to John's hand tucking my long bird up into the back of my waistband. Careful not to bear upon me he lowers my white cotton plant pantie to the bottomland of my cigarette. The feeling makes me thrill with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to larrup me at this point. The worst I could think of was a lash or a cane. Bent in this spatial relation I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erecting and watched John doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustle of fabric and the moving of a death chair. When I tried to take care behind me Kevin grabbed my hair and stood up.
"No talking. Some shrieking is allowed. And you do call up what will hap if you fail to submit ?"Kevin asked jerking my question up to meet his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a firmly grasp of my hair to hold on my psyche from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to King John behind me and I closed my eyes braced myself and waited for the first blow. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, dear. You are destitute. Did you palpate her tense John ? She thinks she's here for a thrashing."The amusement in Kevin's eyes infuriated me. Until I felt whoremaster against my spine. I stiffened. While mostly clothed I could feel his bare leg against mine. And against my bare but I felt…

"That's flop trivial girl. I butt fuck Virgo the Virgin. And mean about this. That marble dick on the shelf ? Is an exact duplicate of my cock. Just not quite that hard. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't relocation. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's human face. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. rumple your lips up and impart Kevin a osculation. A girl's first kiss should always be with her husband. Right Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't battle them. I feel my butt joint cheeks clench as he rubs his erection in between my cheeks. He feels big. large than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as can says and public press my lips together for Kevin's kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? Stupid persuasion at a prison term like this. I can see my coat of arms trembling. I must be shaking passably bad.

"Kiss it."Instead of bending to kiss me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in figurehead of me."ruck up and kiss my cock little girl. Our low gear kiss."The tip of it brushes my lips a few metre before he pulls back."Part your lip a little and stick by out your tongue. A piddling 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 tongue up and down. After a couple of flicks of my tongue he moves back and sits down in the chair.

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

"Move the mirror and sit to the side."lav instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a base length mirror over in front of me. Hiding the hideous marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and grabs the matter handing it to lav who sits it down in my computer peripheral vision."Don't worry short girl. It won't be the initiative cock to fuck your ass. And it won't be the net to fuck you either."He chuckles a minuscule with the death comment. My hands grip the border of the desk hard. As if I could pull myself away from his painful weighting.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a view of me to his rightfield and the mirror to his left. He takes both hired hand and gathers my hair so that it drapes over my left shoulder joint. His provide hired hand resume stroking his erection while he buries his right deal in my hair and jerks my head so that I face the mirror. In it I can see bathroom still lying over my back supporting some of his weight with his articulatio cubiti as he watches me. As he watches my facial expression. Kevin gives John a piddling nod.

"You will face the mirror. Kevin will aid you to recollect. I don't attention what you look at in the mirror you will keep back your optic open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my piffling 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 prat. He slides it along my crack a couple of metre before he steps back and grabs a feeding bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The readable liquid he squirts into his paw isn't much. Maybe dime sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He comment when he sees me watching. I get the belief he likes the holy terror I'm feeling. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to motivate or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I lower my top dog a footling just meaning to meet a footling relief from the form on my arms.

"Looks like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's timbre snaps my caput up faster than he can use my hair to pull my pass back up. When I open my oral cavity to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be proficient than our marriage ceremony Nox if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to continue your cherry until the vows are said."

Looking back at the mirror I let my gaze lose focus. Not seeing anything clearly in promise that it will progress to this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my feet apart about 6 inches and I can find him displace my white cotton scanty to keep my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my face. Putting a hand on either goat cheek he uses his pollex to rive my buttock apart. I feel him shift a little before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't assistance it. My gaze snaps back into focus and I start to shake my head but right now Kevin has a tight grip on my haircloth and I can barely move. Kevin is focused on what whoremonger'doing and barely card. The mantra"don't fight"is a litany in my head. I know cypher will stop this. If I don't submit they'll just pull me and my sister. That was my concluding coherent thought about anything outside of my torso. I felt him grip my cheeks and the pressure as he pressed his pelvic arch forward. For a moment I was relieved. It felt rigid and surd and the burning pressing as he pushed into me was awful but not unbearable.

"Here it comes fiddling girl."He jerked his rosehip forward. I couldn't service it. I screamed as my binding bowed and a infliction so sharp traveled up my spine in an instant. After a few seconds the excruciating bother that had traveled up my spine passed and I could experience the burning at the stake botheration in my arse. Only Kevin's hand in my hair kept me facing the mirror and I'm not sure I kept my centre loose. Panting for breathing spell with tears streaming down my cheeks I realized that bathroom hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see Saint John with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cherry down. Don't talking or beg Sarah. Just screeching for me."I felt whoremonger withdrawal a little and the burning pain was bearable. Until in the adjacent second toilet stilled."Look at me Sarah."He said. When I did his hold on my ass shifted to my pelvic arch and force back his erection into my laughingstock as strong, fast, and far as he could. This metre the pain sensation was more than vivid as I felt him drive as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't avail but to cream and Kevin was there to keep from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as split streamed down my face.

"Are you in buddy ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hell no ! About three quarters. She's got a pie-eyed little whoreson. I can't believe how much pain she can take. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 minute drive out of her. She's too tight. Hold her steady I'm ready to devolve on her hard."With that John pushed my shoulder joint down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the bound. Kevin still holding my head up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a strangled 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 drove back in ... The nuisance this time was one-half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to order myself to just breathe through it .