“ Are you sure this is the decent place for your meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old theatre for geezerhood. The two story dilapidated house looked locked up nasty. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a draft under my skirt. I hated wearing this unintelligent plaid skirt and white blouse but the Woodward schooltime for fille was the best in the area. And a school uniform was part of the parcel. At least I wore the mortise joint length skirt instead of the knee length giving me a little protection from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a here and now, Sarah. I was told that I might have to wait for a few minutes since the government agency are in the basement."My dad brought my attention 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 theme from. My regard wandered around as he rang the bell again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from schooltime early fifteen hour early instead of letting me take on a bus habitation. But it wasn't wise to question my don on his motivation if you wanted to induce a passive evening. Maybe he has a treat…

The door was opened by one of the magnanimous men I think I've ever seen. Standing more than than 6 foot marvelous he had the all-encompassing berm of a man that lifts free weight or performs physical labor regularly. Even though father said that this was a plate berth I thought it odd that the man was dressed in nothing but a twain of jean. I also had to wonder what variety of business enterprise the man was in to be capable to wear his hair so long and have a number of tattoos.

I was pulled from my thoughtfulness when I felt my father's hand on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not experience heard something he had told me. I started to rip my arm away but he held onto it firmly. When I looked at him he had that expression on his face 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 outing in my phratry as my Father-God could be pitiless. The former grounding and chores were by far more toothsome than his original objurgation.

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

"What do you mean ?"I'm sure they could hear my heart beating in my bureau. And the abbreviated look at John didn't help. He didn't look that friendly when he answered the door, but now he had a menacing grin on his face as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask doubtfulness !"My father gave another shake."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by John. You will hear to him as if it were me giving you orders or program line. 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 bout in my oculus 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 male parent wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my forefather to deserve being punished. Not to name how I'm going to be working off my punishment. The last"work"punishment was two weeks working at my father's eating place scrubbing every base and airfoil 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 minute. I expect that will be plenty of time, John ?"My forefather turned and asked the man now standing on the other 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."can answered with a sly grinning 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 John who now had a menacing scowl that scared me. John's speech were grueling."You will be compensated. Come along Sarah. Walk into the house and turn left at the world-class threshold. Walk in and stand in forepart of my desk. Then I will excuse what your"duties"will be while you are here."The cobbler's last was said with a dark smirk.

"Daddy ?"

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

I watched my forefather for a instant as he pealed out of the campaign before noticing John was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an purchase order. Turning to enter the house hoping that I'd be doing zero more deadening than filing this good afternoon I stopped just after entering the straw man door. Making my feet move again toward the door John told me to participate I got a near 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 hand was richly decorated. It boasted floor to roof book case filled with Greco-Roman hard backs. The desk I stopped in presence of was huge. Made of dark wood with a ruby desk blotter it was striking. Two large plush emerald Green hot seat for client were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one St. John stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"program line were to stand up in front of my desk Sarah."

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the Holy Writ sir he grinned a piddling. As if it amused him to be called sir. I resumed standing in front of his desk between his two chairs. His posture relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't help thinking that he looked like a"bad boy"the girls at schoolhouse 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 twelvemonth brought new signification to the word strictly supervised. Even at eighteen I've never had a boyfriend. Hard to accept a boyfriend when you have a watchdog 24/7.

My pith stopped at the thought… why did my father dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really unquiet until now. I wiped my moistness palms on my skirt as I wondered why my sire 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 super C heart 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 sleep with why you are here ? Why your father brought you here ?"John interrupted.

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

At this John's face transformed into a grin. Not a amusing grin. His total darkness shoulder length pilus and grim expression reminded me of what a pirate might look like."No. You're not here for that. Let me get with the fundamentals. 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 materialize. Hmm. If memory board serves Susan is 12, yes ?"

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

"Good. keep on her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a tone 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 imply ? Why am I here if not to form off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his hired hand fall on my shoulder. Knowing that if he is like my male parent he expects me to face straightforward ahead without looking around I focus on the ledge behind his desk. It takes me a moment to empathise what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a cock before Sarah ?"John's lyric are whispered near my ear. His paw have moved to stroke my longsighted 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 shoulders and down my hair. The… penis. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a black marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a picture of one and it was a trivial male child. This isn't a little boys ’. This one is about 8 inches long and the diameter is a slight lowly than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My trembling increases and my knees feel weak.

"Why,"barely outflow in a gag gasp.

"You are here to pay your forefather debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His custody move down my shoulder and around to the front of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top button of my shirt my hands move to persist his automatically.

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

My hands drib back to my sides and I can finger the starting time few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the first clock time I notice the room has begun to cool. I can experience the nip across my breastbone as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the thoughts and feelings racing through my judgment that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front of me. For a minute the surprise is a glad one. My Church Father's married person is standing in front of me with a gentle smiling on his face.

"Hello, wife. Oh, I should say succeeding wife."He whispers softly as his script cups my face.

"Kevin ! Please, assist me. Pay him, or how much 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 thought won't form a cohesive intellection. shaft ... married woman ... debt ... begetter ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snipping of mentation Benjamin Rush around my judgement. All the while I feel… scared ... weak kneed… apprehension ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my endearing Sarah."Kevin's hired man move from cupping my face to stroke down the slope of my neck. I shiver as his hand reaches the valley in between my breasts just above my bra that John the Evangelist has now exposed. Kevin uses his early hand to unfold my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe guard my interests. Keep your mouth shut no more talking. John will explain shortly. First we need to get you cook to pay Roberts debt. Be a good missy and stand still."At that aristocratic smile turned into a grin I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

John the Divine's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three buttons below my bra and has moved his hands up to halt the shirt open for Kevin. Kevin moves his deal lazily around the loving cup of my bra. My hired hand jerk involuntarily as he reaches his bridge player insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my knocker. John helps by pulling the loving cup down and under my titty. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my bosom and keeps them"up ”. The cool air causes the mamilla 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 at my vertebral column locks his weaponry around my waist to subjugate me and Tell Kevin to call Henry M. Robert and get Susan over here.

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

"Kneel !"John tells me as he lets go of me and punt away a tone. I dropped to my knees in front end of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye point with the excrescence of his privates."outdoors your shirt back up and insert it so it won't close again. display Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to observe my boob bare lavatory puts his hands on my shoulder and forces my shoulder back. When I'm done I drop my hands 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 small outburst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's discussion I feel can move closer to my back. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the rear of my point with his legs and knees supporting my backbone. He hands Kevin a myopic riding crop I hadn't noticed before and the grayback in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your hands behind your vertebral column and go along them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the harvest over the top sarcoid part of my white meat. When I have my work force behind my back he moves the crop to the nipples that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the chill in the air.

"Do not propel. move and I will call in Robert myself."trick tells me as he tips my head back to look at my aspect. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"whoosh"and experience the air move in social movement of me. It takes a second for the pain to file before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my nous back I don't think I could experience stopped myself from doubling over. The pain in my right tit was excruciating. Biting down hard on my impudence a whine evasion. I'm afraid to scream.

John is still holding my head back with one manus in my tomentum as he moves the other one down to my right nipple that he gently caresses at first. That fondle feels like fire. When he takes his thumb and index finger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I hollo from the botheration. Looking at John I see a satisfied grinning cross his face.
"Now that has me hard as a sway. 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."Gospel According to John lets go of my head and movement for me to stand.
"Just a picture of a little boy ’."I whimper as I get to my feet and stand in front man of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

"Have you let a man mite 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 cruel smile.

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"fountainhead which is it ?"Kevin slams his hands down on the desk."Better yet let me just let my dearest Quaker Dr. John look into ?"

"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. bust stinging my eyes at the pain still throbbing in my right breast.

Kevin grinned."I know you'll do what we want. And I have your doctor's paper 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 first cock any womanhood should see is her hubby. Although not as generous as our supporter John Lackland's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the chair and undid the attachment on his slacks. Lowering his briefs he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his hand hid it for the most part I could tell it was only slightly little than the statue behind him. When my face paled he grinned even bigger 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."can whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my genu would still hold me. Still four groundwork from the desk John the Divine pushed me toward it. He told me to keep out my hired hand and when I did Kevin took them and pulled me forward so that I was bent forward over the desk. He placed my hands on his side of the desk and instructed me to bend my articulatio cubiti so that they rested on the desk with my script gripping the edge.

My pelvic pearl was pushing into the desk. My first cerebration was if they were going to use a bash to spank me. stupe. I felt my dame being lifted up and the cool air on the back of my second joint. I can feel St. John the Apostle's deal tucking my long skirt up into the back of my waistband. thrifty not to touch me he lowers my white cotton panties to the nates of my target. The feeling makes me shiver with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this point in time. The worst I could think of was a whiplash or a cane. set in this position I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erection and watched John Lackland 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 screeching is allowed. And you do think back what will happen if you fail to present ?"Kevin asked jerking my head up to meet his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a firm grasp of my pilus to proceed my header 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 setback. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, honey. You are innocent. Did you sense her tense John ? She thinks she's here for a thrashing."The amusement in Kevin's oculus 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 good trivial girlfriend. I butt fuck Virgin. And call up about this. That marble peter on the shelf ? Is an exact duplication of my dick. Just not quite that heavy. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't move. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's human face. He's enjoying your scourge right now. He just got harder. Pucker your brim up and give Kevin a osculation. A girl's first kiss should always be with her married man. veracious Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't fight them. I feel my stub cheeks clasp as he rubs his hard-on in between my impertinence. He feels big. Bigger than his marble statue. Quaking on the interior I do as John says and press my lips together for Kevin's kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? Stupid idea at a time like this. I can see my blazonry trembling. I must be shaking middling bad.

"candy kiss it."Instead of bending to buss me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in front of me."Pucker up and kiss my cock piffling young lady. Our world-class kiss."The tip of it brushes my lips a few clip before he pulls back."Part your back talk a little and gravel out your clapper. A small French kiss."I wet my lips and do as he said. It feels eldritch and tastes salty. He leaves it there a minute of arc and William Tell me to actuate my lingua up and down. After a couple of flicks of my clapper he moves back and sits down in the chair.

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

"Move the mirror and sit to the side."John instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a floor duration mirror over in front of me. Hiding the hideous marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and grabs the thing handing it to bathroom who sits it down in my peripheral visual sensation."Don't worry picayune girl. It won't be the first cock to make love your ass. And it won't be the endure to bonk you either."He chuckles a little with the last remark. My hands grip the edge of the desk hard. As if I could pull myself away from his dreadful weightiness.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a perspective of me to his right and the mirror to his left wing. He takes both helping hand and gathering my hair so that it drapes over my pass on shoulder. His left helping hand resumes stroking his hard-on while he buries his right bridge player in my hair's-breadth and jerks my head so that I face the mirror. In it I can see Saint John still lying over my back supporting some of his weight with his elbow joint as he watches me. As he watches my aspect. Kevin gives can a little nod.

"You will face the mirror. Kevin will help you to call up. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will keep your eyes open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my piffling supporter to your right."As he levers himself up I can see his affair sticking up between the boldness of my ass. The mirror is tilted in such a way that I can see the top of my cigaret. He slides it along my cracking a pair of times before he steps back and seize a bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The clear liquid he squirts into his manus isn't much. Maybe dime bag sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He remark when he sees me watching. I get the feeling he likes the threat I'm feeling. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to move or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I lower my head a slight just meaning to gather a little stand-in from the form on my subdivision.

"face like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's timber snaps my head up faster than he can use my hairsbreadth to pull my head 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 tree until the vows are said."

Looking back at the mirror I let my gaze lose focussing. Not seeing anything clearly in promise that it will make this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my feet apart about 6 inches and I can feel him move my white cotton panties to retain my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my cheeks. Putting a hired man on either rump cheek he uses his thumbs to pull my buttock apart. I feel him stir a little 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 stimulate my drumhead but right now Kevin has a nasty hold on my hair and I can barely run. Kevin is focused on what Johns'doing and barely observance. The mantra"don't fight"is a litany in my capitulum. I know nada will contain this. If I don't submit they'll just force me and my sister. That was my finally coherent thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him fascinate my cheeks and the pressure as he pressed his pelvic girdle forward. For a moment I was relieved. It felt rigid and hard and the burn pressure as he pushed into me was dreadful but not unbearable.

"Here it comes little girl."He jerked his hips forward. I couldn't help it. I screamed as my vertebral column bowed and a botheration so sharp traveled up my spine in an minute. After a few seconds the excruciating pain that had traveled up my thorn passed and I could feel the burning pain in my butt. Only Kevin's hand in my hair kept me facing the mirror and I'm not for certain I kept my optic give. Panting for hint with bust streaming down my cheeks I realized that can hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see john with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cherry down. Don't talking or beg Sarah. Just shriek for me."I felt John withdrawal a picayune and the burning pain was endurable. Until in the future second St. John the Apostle stilled."Look at me Sarah."He said. When I did his clutch on my ass shifted to my pelvis and labour his erection into my stub as intemperate, fast, and far as he could. This time the nuisance was to a greater extent vivid as I felt him driveway as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't aid but to cream and Kevin was there to keep from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as crying streamed down my face.

"Are you in crony ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hell no ! About three quarters. She's got a mean little asshole. I can't believe how a great deal 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 plastered. have got her steady I'm ready to ride her hard."With that toilet pushed my shoulder down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the edge. Kevin still holding my head up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a stifled 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 tug back in ... The pain this time was one-half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to tell myself to just respire through it .