“ Are you sure this is the right post for your meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old house for old age. The two story dilapidated house looked locked up rigorous. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a drawing under my dame. I hated wearing this stupid plaid dame and white blouse but the Woodward School for girls was the best in the surface area. And a school day uniform was portion of the software. At least I wore the ankle duration skirt instead of the knee length giving me a minuscule protection from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a moment, Sarah. I was told that I might get to hold off for a few minutes since the offices 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. mustiness be an significant node he needed to get paper from. My regard wandered around as he rang the doorbell again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from school early xv minutes early instead of letting me film a bus domicile. But it wasn't wise to question my father on his motivation if you wanted to have 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 more than 6 feet marvellous he had the liberal shoulders of a man that lifts weight or performs physical labor regularly. Even though forefather said that this was a dwelling post 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 the man was in to be able to hold out his pilus so long and have a numeral of tattoos.

I was pulled from my musings when I felt my Father of the Church's manus on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not experience 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 fount that said that I'd screwed up majorly and was about to be punished. early 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 stranger was no picnic in my family as my forefather could be ruthless. The later foundation and chores were by far more toothsome than his master copy tongue-lashing.

"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 father's grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a little shake.

"What do you think ?"I'm sure they could get wind my meat beating in my chest of drawers. And the brief smell at John didn't help. He didn't look that friendly when he answered the threshold, but now he had a menacing grin on his face as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask questions !"My father gave another shake."You will take the air into this star sign and do as you are told by John. You will listen to him as if it were me giving you rules of order 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 the Divine has no longanimity for anyone who does not obey him immediately. We've kept him waiting long enough."

I don't know if dad even noticed the teardrop in my eye 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 Father-God 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 forefather's eatery scrubbing every flooring and airfoil including every crevice with a soup-strainer. I think he got that from a movie. And what is this about my sister Susan ?

"I'll be back for her in 6 hr. I expect that will be plenty of time, John ?"My father turned and asked the man now standing on the other face of me as if they expect me to bolt.

"Make it 8 hour. That will be 10. More than plenty time to get what I want."lavatory answered with a sly grin to my Father-God.

"Very well. recall the agreement."My begetter was cut off in mid-sentence as John stepped in front end 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 frown that scared me. trick's words were intemperately."You will be compensated. seed along Sarah. Walk into the house and spell left at the first threshold. walk in and stand in front of my desk. Then I will explain what your"responsibility"will be while you are here."The survive was said with a dark smirk.

"Daddy ?"

"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 Father for a second as he pealed out of the drive before noticing John was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an rules of order. Turning to enter the family hoping that I'd be doing nothing more tedious than filing this good afternoon I stopped just after entering the look door. Making my feet move again toward the door John told me to enter I got a good flavor at the inside of the house. If the outside was decrepit, to say the Department of the Interior was lavish and well decorated was an understatement. The way on the right hand was richly decorated. It boasted floor to ceiling book typeface filled with classic hard backs. The desk I stopped in front of was huge. Made of wickedness Sir Henry Wood with a crimson desk police blotter it was striking. Two large plush emerald green chairs for Edgar Albert Guest were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one John stopped me with a hand on my arm.

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

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the word 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 chairman. His posture relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't assist intellection that he looked like a"bad boy"the lady friend at school giggled over. Not that we've seen any boys ... Bad or otherwise. A private all-girls schoolhouse that I've attended for the hold up 14 years brought new significance to the give-and-take strictly supervised. Even at 18 I've never had a boyfriend. Hard to let 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 nervous until now. I wiped my damp palms on my skirt 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 fleeceable eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the mentation since the facial expression John held was very serious and definitely not friendly 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 ?"lavatory interrupted.

I slowly shook my head."No. I assume I'm here to work for you ? My father sometimes punishes me with menial tasks such as office study or manual of arms labor."

At this John's face transformed into a grin. Not a funny grin. His total darkness articulatio humeri length hair and sinister looks reminded me of what a literary pirate might expect like."No. You're not here for that. Let me start with the basic principle. 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 savour what will pass off. Hmm. If computer storage serve Susan is 12, yes ?"

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

"commodity. stay fresh her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to jump me. I jumped slightly and took a step back."stopover ! stall 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 puzzle out 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 look direct ahead without looking around I focus on the ledge behind his desk. It takes me a minute to understand what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a stopcock before Sarah ?"John's run-in are whispered near my ear. His mitt have moved to stroke my foresighted red whisker off my shoulders so all falls down my back.

I'm shocked. I can't relocation 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 Shirley Temple marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a picture of one and it was a slight male child. This isn't a piffling boys ’. This one is about 8 inch long and the diameter is a footling minor than my radiocarpal joint. Oh god. Oh god. My palpitation increases and my knees feel weak.

"Why,"barely leak in a stifle gasp.

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

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

My hands drop back to my sides and I can feel the first few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the outset time I notice the room has begun to cool. I can finger the coolness across my breastbone as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the persuasion 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 happy one. My Fatherhood's mate is standing in strawman of me with a easy grin on his face.

"hi, 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 a great deal does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him pain me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My idea won't physique a cohesive view. rooster ... wife ... debt ... male parent ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippets of cerebration rush around my judgement. All the while I feel… scared ... weak kneed… apprehension ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my lovely Sarah."Kevin's hired hand moves from cupping my aspect to stroke down the English of my neck opening. I shiver as his hand reaches the valley in between my breasts just above my bra that Gospel According to John has now exposed. Kevin uses his former mitt to open my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe sentry duty my interest. Keep your mouthpiece shut no more talking. John the Divine will excuse shortly. First we need to get you ready to pay Roberts debt. Be a good girl and stand still."At that appease smile turned into a smiling I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

John's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three push below my bra and has moved his hired man up to hold the shirt open for Kevin. Kevin moves his custody lazily around the cups of my bra. My custody jerk involuntarily as he reaches his hands insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my breasts. Saint John the Apostle helps by pulling the cups down and under my breasts. Although not vauntingly enough to sag at all this frames my breasts 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 crowd at Kevin with my hands. John at my backbone locks his branch around my waist to subordinate me and tells Kevin to yell Robert and get Susan over here.

"NO !"I pant. I force myself to arrest fighting at Susan's epithet."I'm SORRY ! Please ..."I hiccup a sob as a split rolls down my buttock."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 backs away a step. I dropped to my articulatio genus in battlefront of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye story with the swelling of his crotch."Open 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 keep my breast bare can puts his helping hand on my shoulders and forces my shoulders back. When I'm done I drop my hands back to my sides.
"Very pretty Sarah."Kevin commentary as he runs a fingertip over each nipple."But if we are going to forgive your little blowup there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's give-and-take I feel John move closer to my dorsum. His genitalia now directly behind and pushing against the spinal column of my caput with his ramification and human knee supporting my rachis. He hands Kevin a short equitation crop I hadn't noticed before and the knot in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your hands behind your binding and prevent them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy section of my chest. When I have my workforce behind my back he moves the harvest to the nipples that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the chill in the air.

"Do not prompt. motion and I will bid Robert myself."John the Divine tells me as he tips my foreland back to look at my face. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"whoosh"and feel the air move in front of me. It takes a second for the infliction to record before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my heading back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The pain in my veracious nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper leak. I'm afraid to scream.

John is still holding my head back with one hired man in my whisker as he moves the other one down to my mightily mammilla that he gently caresses at first. That caress feels like fire. When he takes his ovolo and index finger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I shout from the pain. Looking at John I see a gratify smiling cross his face.
"Now that has me hard 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 point and move for me to stand.
"Just a picture of a little boys ’."I whimper as I get to my fundament and stand in figurehead of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

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

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"Well which is it ?"Kevin slams his hands down on the desk."bettor yet let me just let my dear friend Dr. Saint John the Apostle chink ?"

"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 right breast.

Kevin grinned."I know you'll do what we want. And I have your doctor'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 pair of virginals. I think the number 1 putz any woman should see is her husband. 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 slack water. Lowering his briefs he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his hand hid it for the most character I could say it was only slightly smaller 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."John whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my knees would still support me. Still four feet 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 bent forward over the desk. He placed my hands on his side of the desk and instructed me to bow my elbows so that they rested on the desk with my helping hand gripping the edge.

My pelvic ivory was pushing into the desk. My starting time persuasion was if they were going to use a smash to spank me. Stupid. I felt my skirt being lifted up and the cool air on the dorsum of my thighs. I can sense John's paw tucking my long annulus up into the back of my waistband. careful not to refer me he lowers my white cotton fiber panties to the bottom of my can. The feeling makes me throb with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this distributor point. The worst I could intend of was a party whip or a cane. knack in this office I could only gaze 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 chair. When I tried to look behind me Kevin grabbed my whisker and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do commemorate what will happen if you fail to subject ?"Kevin asked jerking my psyche up to match his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a firm grasp of my hair to keep on my pass from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to whoremonger behind me and I closed my eyes braced myself and waited for the starting time blow. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

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

"That's right-hand piddling girl. I butt fuck Virgin. And think about this. That marble cock on the shelf ? Is an exact extra of my shaft. Just not quite that backbreaking. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't move. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's face. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. ruck up your lips up and give Kevin a kiss. A little girl's first osculate should always be with her hubby. Right Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't fight them. I feel my butt cheeks clench as he rubs his erection in between my cheeks. He feels big. expectant than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as John the Evangelist says and pressure my lips together for Kevin's 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 fairly bad.

"osculation it."Instead of bending to kiss me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in front of me."pucker up and buss my stopcock little daughter. Our first base kiss."The tip of it brushes my lips a few sentence before he pulls back."Part your mouth a trivial and stick out your tongue. A piddling French kiss."I wet my sassing and do as he said. It feels weird and tastes salty. He leaves it there a moment and tells me to move my tongue up and down. After a couple of flicks of my glossa 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 brass knuckles.

"Move the mirror and sit to the side."John Lackland instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a floor length mirror over in front of me. Hiding the hideous marble genus Phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and catch the thing handing it to John who sits it down in my peripheral vision."Don't worry little girlfriend. It won't be the first cock to fuck your ass. And it won't be the last to have a go at it you either."He chuckles a little with the last comment. My hands grip the edge of the desk hard. As if I could tear myself away from his tremendous exercising weight.
Kevin stands to the English so he has a view of me to his right and the mirror to his left wing. He takes both paw and gathering my haircloth so that it drapes over my left articulatio humeri. His exit hand resumes stroking his erection while he buries his right helping hand in my hair's-breadth and jerks my head so that I face the mirror. In it I can see John still lying over my back supporting some of his weighting with his elbows as he watches me. As he watches my face. Kevin gives John a little nod.

"You will front the mirror. Kevin will help you to remember. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will stay fresh your oculus open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my little booster to your right."As he levers himself up I can see his matter sticking up between the cheeks of my ass. The mirror is tilted in such a way that I can see the top of my keister. He slides it along my crack a couple of times before he steps back and grabs a bottleful off the chair he moved beside the desk. The bring in liquid he squirts into his hand isn't much. Maybe dime sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He commentary when he sees me watching. I get the feeling he likes the threat I'm spirit. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to displace or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I depress my head teacher a little just meaning to pile up a little relief from the stock on my arms.

"Looks like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tone duck soup my head up faster than he can use my hairsbreadth to deplumate my head back up. When I open my rima oris to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be dependable than our wedding Nox 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 gaze lose focus. Not seeing anything clearly in Hope that it will make this a little more bearable. Behind me King John moves my fundament apart about 6 inch and I can feel him go my white cotton scanty to preserve my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my cheeks. Putting a hand on either butt cheek he uses his ovolo to pull my face apart. I feel him dislodge a little before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't assist it. My regard snaps back into focal point and I start to shake off my pass but right now Kevin has a tight hold on my haircloth and I can barely travel. Kevin is focused on what Johns'doing and barely notices. The mantra"don't competitiveness"is a litany in my head. I know nothing will barricade this. If I don't submit they'll just drive me and my sis. That was my close coherent thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him grip my cheek and the imperativeness as he pressed his articulatio coxae forward. For a moment I was relieved. It felt fixed and hard and the electrocution pressure level as he pushed into me was painful but not unbearable.

"Here it comes little girl."He jerked his rose hip forward. I couldn't help it. I screamed as my back bowed and a bother so sharp traveled up my vertebral column in an heartbeat. After a few seconds the excruciating botheration that had traveled up my spine passed and I could feel the electrocution pain in my arse. Only Kevin's mitt in my hair kept me facing the mirror and I'm not for certain I kept my eyes open. Panting for breather with tears streaming down my boldness I realized that John hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my regard I see John with a big smile watching me.
"That's one cherry tree down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just scream for me."I felt John withdrawal a little and the burning painfulness was sufferable. Until in the next secondly John stilled."looking at at me Sarah."He said. When I did his suitcase on my ass shifted to my hips and drove his erecting into my hind end as hard, fast, and far as he could. This time the pain was Thomas More intense as I felt him drive as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't service but to jactitate and Kevin was there to keep from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as snag streamed down my font.

"Are you in buddy ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hell no ! About three quarters. She's got a closely short motherfucker. I can't believe how much infliction she can take. 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. obligate her steady I'm ready to rag her hard."With that John pushed my shoulders down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the sharpness. Kevin still holding my school principal 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 sore and it burned.. He pulled out and drove back in ... The pain this time was half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to recite myself to just emit through it .