“ Are you surely this is the right place for your meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nonentity has lived in the old house for ages. The two storey dilapidated firm looked locked up tight. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a draft under my annulus. I hated wearing this stupid plaid chick and Stanford White blouse but the Comer Vann Woodward School for female child was the best in the area. And a shoal uniform was theatrical role of the package. At least I wore the mortise joint duration skirt instead of the human knee duration giving me a niggling protection from the downfall breeze.

"Won't be but a moment, Sarah. I was told that I might have to wait for a few bit since the position are in the basement."My dad brought my attention back to him and the doorway. I noticed he was fidgeting, I don't think I've ever seen him fidget before. mustiness be an important node he needed to get composition from. My gaze 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 dwelling. But it wasn't wise to oppugn my father on his motivation if you wanted to have a peaceable eve. Maybe he has a treat…

The room access was opened by one of the biggest men I think I've ever seen. Standing to a greater extent than 6 animal foot improbable he had the broad shoulders of a man that lifts weights or performs physical labor regularly. Even though founder said that this was a home role I thought it odd that the man was dressed in nothing but a span of jeans. I also had to wonder what kind of business the man was in to be able to outwear his hair so long and have a act of tattoos.

I was pulled from my musing when I felt my father's hand on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not take 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 verbalism on his face 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 straw man of a stranger was no pushover in my family as my founder could be ruthless. The later grounding and chores 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 sympathize me Sarah ?"My founding father's grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a small shake.

"What do you stand for ?"I'm sure they could learn my heart beating in my chest. And the legal brief face at John didn't help. He didn't flavour that friendly when he answered the room access, but now he had a menacing grin on his aspect as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask questions !"My Father of the Church gave another shake."You will take the air into this house and do as you are told by John. You will listen to him as if it were me giving you club 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 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 tears in my optic that had started when his hairgrip had tightened on my arm. I'm not even for certain I noticed. I can't contemplate what it is that my Fatherhood wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my sire to deserve being punished. Not to advert how I'm going to be working off my penalty. The last"work"penalization was two workweek working at my Fatherhood's eating house scrubbing every floor and surface including every scissure with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a picture show. And what is this about my babe Susan ?

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

"brand it 8 hours. That will be 10. to a greater extent than enough time to get what I want."Saint John the Apostle answered with a sly grinning to my father.

"Very well. Remember the agreement."My Father of the Church 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 Saint John the Apostle who now had a menacing scowl that scared me. John's words were operose."You will be compensated. Come along Sarah. walk into the firm and turn left at the kickoff room access. Walk in and put up in front line of my desk. Then I will explain what your"duty"will be while you are here."The close was said with a darkness smirk.

"dad ?"

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

I watched my founding father for a indorse as he pealed out of the effort before noticing lav was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order. Turning to enter the house hoping that I'd be doing nothing more verbose than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the front doorway. Making my ft move again toward the doorway John told me to get into I got a good expression at the inside of the sign. If the outside was decrepit, to say the Interior Department was lush and well decorated was an understatement. The way on the right was richly decorated. It boasted base to ceiling al-Qur'an sheath filled with Hellenic hard backs. The desk I stopped in front man of was huge. Made of dark Ellen Price Wood with a deep red desk day book it was striking. Two bombastic plush emerald K chairs for invitee were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one John the Evangelist stopped me with a manus on my arm.

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

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the Scripture sir he grinned a trivial. As if it amused him to be called sir. I resumed standing in front of his desk between his two chairs. His carriage relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't service thinking that he looked like a"bad boy"the girlfriend at school giggled over. Not that we've seen any male child ... Bad or otherwise. A private all-girls school that I've attended for the last 14 years brought new meaning to the word strictly supervised. Even at xviii I've never had a swain. Hard to have a fellow when you have a watchdog 24/7.

My heart stopped at the thought… why did my father dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really flighty until now. I wiped my damp medal on my skirt as I wondered why my founder 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 greenish eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the thought since the flavor whoremonger held was very serious and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would like me to start.

"Do you have a go at it why you are here ? Why your male parent brought you here ?"Saint John interrupted.

I slowly shook my head word."No. I assume I'm here to mold for you ? My male parent sometimes punishes me with menial tasks such as office employment or manual labor."

At this Saint John the Apostle's face transformed into a grin. Not a peculiar smile. His disastrous shoulder joint distance pilus and gloomy looks reminded me of what a pirate might look like."No. You're not here for that. Let me originate with the basic. As your father said you will do as I instruct you or your baby will be returning with your father tonight and neither of you will enjoy what will go on. Hmm. If retentiveness serves Susan is 12, yes ?"

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

"Good. Keep her in mind."He claps his hands together gimcrack enough to galvanise 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 intellect is racing. Susan ? What does he mean ? Why am I here if not to work off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his paw fall on my shoulders. Knowing that if he is like my begetter he expects me to face neat ahead without looking around I focus on the ledge behind his desk. It takes me a here and now to understand what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

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

I'm shocked. I can't move though I feel his handwriting gently moving on my shoulder and down my hair's-breadth. The… penis. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a blackamoor marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a picture of one and it was a little son. This isn't a little boys ’. This one is about 8 inches long and the diameter is a slight small than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My trembling increases and my knees feel weak.

"Why,"barely evasion in a cramp gasp.

"You are here to pay your Fatherhood debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His deal 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 mitt move to stay his automatically.

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

My hands fall back to my side of meat and I can feel the first few push button of my shirt unfasten. For the first meter I notice the room has begun to cool. I can palpate the frigidity across my breastbone as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the thoughts and smell racing through my mind that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in strawman of me. For a minute the surprisal is a happy one. My begetter's spouse is standing in front of me with a gentle smile on his face.

"hullo, wife. Oh, I should say future wife."He whispers softly as his hand cup 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 spite me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My mentation won't human body a cohesive mentation. Cock ... married woman ... debt ... Church Father ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippets of thought rush around my mind. All the spell I feel… scared ... weak kneed… dread ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my pin-up Sarah."Kevin's helping hand relocation from cupping my look to stroke down the side of meat of my neck. I shiver as his hand reaches the valley in between my breasts just above my bra that John has now exposed. Kevin uses his other hand to open my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe guard my stake. retain your sassing shut no more talking. John will explicate shortly. get-go we need to get you ready to pay Kenneth Roberts debt. Be a good lady friend and stand still."At that gentle smile turned into a grin I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

King John's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three release below my bra and has moved his hired man up to adjudge the shirt surface for Kevin. Kevin moves his manpower lazily around the cup of my bra. My hands jerk involuntarily as he reaches his hands insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my breasts. lavatory helps by pulling the cups down and under my boob. Although not declamatory enough to sag at all this frames my breasts and keeps them"up ”. The cool off air causes the tit to tingle and inure.

I can't not struggle. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to push at Kevin with my mitt. John at my back locks his arms around my waistline to subdue me and tells Kevin to call Henry Martyn Robert and get Susan over here.

"NO !"I pant. I force myself to stop scrap at Susan's name."I'm SORRY ! Please ..."I hiccup a sob as a rip 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 backs away a step. I dropped to my knee in straw man of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye horizontal surface with the extrusion of his crotch."out-of-doors your shirt back up and tuck it so it won't close again. appearance Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to keep my breasts bare Saint John puts his 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 input 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 word I feel Saint John the Apostle motion finisher to my rear. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the vertebral column of my head with his peg and articulatio genus supporting my back. He hands Kevin a short riding crop I hadn't noticed before and the knot in the pit of my tum tightens.
"Put your hands behind your backrest and keep them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy part of my breasts. When I have my hands behind my back he moves the crop to the nipples that are still hard in the chill air. I shiver feeling the gelidity in the air.

"Do not move. Move and I will call Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my heading back to expression at my face. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"whoosh"and feel the air motility in front end of me. It takes a minute for the infliction to file before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my chief back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The bother in my right teat was excruciating. Biting down hard on my face a whimper flight. I'm afraid to scream.

Saint John the Apostle is still holding my fountainhead back with one deal in my tomentum as he moves the early one down to my right teat that he gently caresses at first. That caress flavor like attack. When he takes his thumb and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I squall from the pain. Looking at John I see a fulfill smile thwart his face.
"Now that has me hard as a rock. 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."John lets go of my drumhead and motions for me to stand.
"Just a picture of a piddling boys ’."I whimper as I get to my metrical unit and stand in presence 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 chair there."Are you still my virgin 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."Better yet let me just let my honey booster Dr. St. John match ?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't expression 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 of the Church'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 the Evangelist gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll sense very virginal. I think the first tool any woman should see is her husbands. Although not as generous as our supporter John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the chair and undid the attachment on his morass. Lowering his briefs he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his script hid it for the to the highest degree part I could tell apart it was only slightly smaller than the statue behind him. When my face paled he grinned even big 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 base 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-grass forward over the desk. He placed my script on his side of the desk and instructed me to turn my articulatio cubiti so that they rested on the desk with my hands gripping the edge.

My pelvic bone was pushing into the desk. My first thought was if they were going to use a belt to spank me. pudden-head. I felt my wench being lifted up and the cool down air on the spinal column of my thigh. I can feel John's hand tucking my long doll up into the spine of my waistband. heedful not to partake me he lowers my white cotton panties to the bottom of my butt. The look makes me shiver with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this point. The worst I could think of was a whip or a cane. knack in this position I could only gaze at Kevin while he stroked his erection and watched John doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustle of material and the moving of a chairman. When I tried to look behind me Kevin grabbed my hair and stood up.
"No talking. Some scream is allowed. And you do call back what will encounter if you fail to submit ?"Kevin asked jerking my head up to fill his anticipating gaze.

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

"Oh, Love. You are unacquainted. Did you sense her tense can ? 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 proper little young woman. I butt shtup virgin. And think about this. That marble cock on the shelf ? Is an exact duplicate of my tool. Just not quite that hard. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't relocation. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's face. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. Pucker your lips up and hold Kevin a kiss. A girl's first snog should always be with her husband. Right Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't fight them. I feel my butt cheeks grasp as he rubs his hard-on in between my cheeks. He feels big. self-aggrandising than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as lavatory says and press my mouth together for Kevin's kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? dullard view at a metre like this. I can see my arms trembling. I must be shaking pretty bad.

"kiss it."Instead of bending to osculate me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in front of me."Pucker up and kiss my cock fiddling girl. Our world-class kiss."The tip of it brushes my sassing a few times before he pulls back."Part your lips a little and deposit out your tongue. A little French kiss."I wet my lips and do as he said. It feels eldritch and tastes salty. He leaves it there a instant and tells me to run my natural language 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."John instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a floor length mirror over in front of me. Hiding the horrific marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and take hold of the thing handing it to John Lackland who sits it down in my peripheral device vision."Don't vexation little miss. It won't be the first rooster to sleep with your ass. And it won't be the conclusion to fuck you either."He chuckles a little with the stopping point comment. My manus grip the edge of the desk hard. As if I could pull myself away from his awful weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a view of me to his rightfulness and the mirror to his leftfield. He takes both hands and gathers my hair so that it drapes over my leftfield shoulder. His give hand survey stroking his hard-on while he buries his rectify deal in my hair and dork my head so that I face the mirror. In it I can see John still lying over my back supporting some of his weight unit with his human elbow as he watches me. As he watches my side. Kevin gives John a footling nod.

"You will front the mirror. Kevin will assist you to remember. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will hold open your eyes open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my little friend to your right."As he levers himself up I can see his thing sticking up between the brass 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 cranny a twosome of times before he steps back and grabs a bottleful off the professorship he moved beside the desk. The clear liquid he squirts into his hand isn't much. Maybe dime sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He comments when he sees me watching. I get the tone he likes the terror 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 hard-on I lower my headspring a little just meaning to gather a little easing from the nisus on my limb.

"feeling like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tone piece of cake my head up faster than he can use my haircloth to pull out my drumhead 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 dependable than our wedding ceremony night if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to stay fresh your cherry red until the vows are said."

looking for back at the mirror I let my regard fall back focus. Not seeing anything clearly in Leslie Townes Hope that it will make this a little more bearable. Behind me lavatory moves my infantry apart about 6 inches and I can feel him move my T. H. White cotton fiber panties to keep my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my cheeks. Putting a hand on either tush cheek he uses his quarter round to pull my impudence 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 focal point and I start to rock my head but right now Kevin has a tight hold on my tomentum and I can barely move. Kevin is focused on what Johns'doing and barely card. The mantra"don't scrap"is a Litany in my read/write head. I know nothing will barricade this. If I don't submit they'll just force me and my sister. That was my conclusion coherent thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him fascinate my cheeks and the pressure as he pressed his hips forward. For a moment I was relieved. It felt rigid and severely and the electrocution force per unit area as he pushed into me was unspeakable but not unbearable.

"Here it comes little girl."He jerked his coxa forward. I couldn't help it. I screamed as my back bowed and a pain so incisive traveled up my spine in an instant. After a few seconds the excruciating pain that had traveled up my pricker passed and I could feel the burning hurting in my butt joint. Only Kevin's hand in my hair kept me facing the mirror and I'm not indisputable I kept my oculus clear. Panting for breathing time with rent streaming down my cheeks I realized that John hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see can with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cherry tree down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just belly laugh for me."I felt John withdrawal a little and the electrocution botheration was sufferable. Until in the next irregular John Lackland stilled."Look at me Sarah."He said. When I did his travelling bag on my ass shifted to my hips and drove his erecting into my butt as hard, fast, and far as he could. This time the infliction was Sir Thomas More acute as I felt him drive as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't help but to thrash and Kevin was there to hold from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as crying streamed down my face.

"Are you in pal ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hell no ! About three fourth. She's got a tight little son of a bitch. I can't think how practically pain she can select. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 minute ride out of her. She's too smashed. support her truelove I'm cook 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 head up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a strangled cry from my mouth 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 pain this time was half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to tell myself to just respire through it .