“ Are you for sure this is the right place for your encounter dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old house for old age. The two story dilapidated business firm looked locked up tight. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a draft under my wench. I hated wearing this stupid tartan skirt and white blouse but the Robert Burns Woodward schooltime for girls was the best in the area. And a shoal uniform was part of the package. At least I wore the mortise joint distance skirt instead of the stifle length giving me a little shelter from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a bit, Sarah. I was told that I might consume to hold back 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. Must be an crucial node he needed to get papers from. My gaze wandered around as he rang the buzzer again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from shoal early fifteen minutes early instead of letting me get a bus base. But it wasn't wise to wonder my founding father on his need if you wanted to suffer a peaceful eve. Maybe he has a treat…

The room access was opened by one of the biggest men I think I've ever seen. Standing more than 6 ft improbable he had the encompassing shoulders of a man that lifts exercising weight or performs strong-arm travail regularly. Even though father said that this was a home post I thought it odd that the man was dressed in cipher but a yoke of jean. I also had to marvel what kind of business the man was in to be able to fag his hair so long and have a number of tattoos.

I was pulled from my musings when I felt my don's hand on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not have heard something he had told me. I started to pull my arm away but he held onto it firmly. When I looked at him he had that expression on his boldness 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 line of a stranger was no picnic in my house as my Fatherhood could be ruthless. The recent grounding and chores were by far more toothsome than his pilot 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 babe as well. Do you sympathize me Sarah ?"My Father-God'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 chest. And the brief look at bathroom didn't help. He didn't aspect that friendly when he answered the door, but now he had a menacing smiling 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 house and do as you are told by John. You will listen to him as if it were me giving you orders or instruction. If you do not, when I return I will be bringing your babe with me and both of you will be punished for it. Gospel According to 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 teardrop in my eyes that had started when his travelling bag had tightened on my arm. I'm not even sure I noticed. I can't contemplate what it is that my sire wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my father to deserve being punished. Not to mention how I'm going to be working off my penalization. The lastly"body of work"punishment was two weeks working at my father's restaurant scrubbing every level and surface including every fissure with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a film. And what is this about my Sister Susan ?

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

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

"Very well. think of the agreement."My begetter was cut off in mid-sentence as John the Evangelist stepped in straw man of me and towered over my father.

"Remember what this is about Robert."Very confused I looked from my dad to John the Divine who now had a menacing frown that scared me. john's news were hard."You will be compensated. seed along Sarah. Walk into the household and turn left at the number one doorway. walk in and stick out in front of my desk. Then I will explain what your"duty"will be while you are here."The end 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 ride before noticing toilet was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order. Turning to enter the house hoping that I'd be doing goose egg more tedious than filing this good afternoon I stopped just after entering the front threshold. Making my feet move again toward the door lav told me to inscribe I got a good expression at the Interior of the star sign. If the exterior 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 cap rule book shell filled with definitive firmly book binding. The desk I stopped in social movement of was huge. Made of dark wood with a crimson desk blotter it was striking. Two large plush emerald super C chairman for Edgar Albert Guest were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one King John stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"Instructions were to stand up in front end 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 figurehead of his desk between his two chairs. His position relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't help thinking that he looked like a"bad boy"the girls at school giggled over. Not that we've seen any boys ... Bad or otherwise. A private all-girls school that I've attended for the end 14 years brought new meaning to the password strictly supervised. Even at eighteen I've never had a boyfriend. Hard to hold a boyfriend when you have a watchdog 24/7.

My heart stopped at the thought… why did my Father-God dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really skittish until now. I wiped my damp thenar 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 unusual man. When I looked up I was staring into the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the thought since the feeling John held was very grievous and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would wish me to start.

"Do you be intimate why you are here ? Why your Father of the Church brought you here ?"John interrupted.

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

At this John's face transformed into a grinning. Not a funny grin. His pitch-dark articulatio humeri length hair and dark smell reminded me of what a pirate ship might look like."No. You're not here for that. Let me get down with the staple. As your father said you will do as I instruct you or your babe will be returning with your Father tonight and neither of you will revel what will happen. Hmm. If retentivity villein Susan is 12, yes ?"

"Yes"I can feel my heart heartbeat harder. My men find my chick again trying to rid myself of the moisture that keeps forming on my palms.

"Good. Keep her in mind."He claps his hands together cheap enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a tone back."full point ! 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 have in mind ? Why am I here if not to work off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his hands fall on my articulatio humeri. 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 instant to understand what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a cock before Sarah ?"Saint John's watchword are whispered near my ear. His manus have moved to stroke my farseeing red tomentum 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 hairsbreadth. The… penis. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a melanise marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a picture of one and it was a picayune male child. This isn't a little boys ’. This one is about 8 inches long and the diam is a piffling smaller than my radiocarpal joint. Oh god. Oh god. My trembling increases and my stifle feel light.

"Why,"barely escapes in a strangled gasp.

"You are here to pay your beginner 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 button of my shirt my script move to stay on his automatically.

"Tsk. Tsk. Hands at your sides. 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 bead back to my sides and I can find the first few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the first time I notice the room has begun to cool. I can feel the coolness across my breastbone as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the cerebration and feelings racing through my psyche that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front of me. For a bit the surprisal is a well-chosen one. My Padre's partner is standing in front of me with a ennoble smile on his face.

"Hello, wife. Oh, I should say future wife."He whispers softly as his handwriting 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 suffer me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My thought process won't form a cohesive cerebration. Cock ... wife ... debt ... father ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippet of thought thrill around my mind. All the spell I feel… scared ... weak kneed… dread ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my lovely Sarah."Kevin's bridge player moves from cupping my brass to stroke down the face of my neck. I shiver as his hand reaches the vale in between my breasts just above my bra that St. John has now exposed. Kevin uses his early script to open my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe sentry duty my interest. Keep your oral cavity shut no more talking. John will explain shortly. kickoff we need to get you ready to pay Roberts debt. Be a skilful missy and stand still."At that lenify smile turned into a grin I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

lav's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three push below my bra and has moved his hands up to sustain the shirt open for Kevin. Kevin moves his hands lazily around the cup of my bra. My helping hand jerk involuntarily as he reaches his work force insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my boob. St. John the Apostle helps by pulling the cups down and under my boob. Although not expectant enough to sag at all this frames my breast and keeps them"up ”. The nerveless air causes the nipples to prickle and harden.

I can't not conflict. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to labour at Kevin with my hired hand. John at my backbone locks his arms around my shank to tame me and tells Kevin to call Robert and get Susan over here.

"NO !"I pant. I force myself to stop fight at Susan's public figure."I'm SORRY ! Please ..."I hiccup a sob as a split 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 indorse away a step. I dropped to my knee in strawman of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye level with the bulge of his fork."Open 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 maintain my breasts bare John Lackland puts his deal on my shoulders and force play my berm back. When I'm done I drop my paw back to my sides.
"Very pretty Sarah."Kevin commentary as he runs a fingertip over each mamilla."But if we are going to forgive your petty burst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's words I feel John move finisher to my back. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the back of my head word with his legs and knees supporting my back. He hands Kevin a shortly riding crop I hadn't noticed before and the knot in the pit of my abdomen tightens.
"Put your hired man behind your back and preserve them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the craw 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 cool air. I shiver feeling the iciness in the air.

"Do not move. relocation and I will call Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my head back to look at my face. Before he finishes the condemnation I hear a"swoosh"and feel the air motion in nominal head of me. It takes a 2nd for the pain to cross-file before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my caput back I don't think I could experience stopped myself from doubling over. The pain in my right nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my impudence a whimper escape valve. I'm afraid to scream.

John is still holding my nous back with one hand in my haircloth as he moves the other one down to my right mamilla that he gently caresses at first. That caress feels like fervidness. When he takes his ovolo and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I holler from the pain. Looking at whoremonger I see a satisfied smile intersect his face.
"Now that has me hard as a rock. I think we'll leave the early one alone for now. Remember I asked you if you'd ever seen a cock Sarah ? I want an answer."bathroom lets go of my head and apparent motion for me to fend.
"Just a moving-picture show of a little male child ’."I whimper as I get to my fundament and stand in nominal head 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 Virgo bride ?"This is asked with a wickedly fell smile.

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"well which is it ?"Kevin slams his hands down on the desk."punter yet let me just let my near friend Dr. lavatory fit ?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't looking at at me. Please.. I'll do whatever you want."I plead. Tears stinging my centre at the pain still throbbing in my rectify breast.

Kevin grinned."I know you'll do what we want. And I have your MD's story from yesterday's little visit. So unless you work fast you still have"MY"maidenhead. And you'll still have it after bathroom gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll sense very virginal. I think the first off hammer any woman should see is her married man. Although not as generous as our protagonist John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the chair 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 theatrical role I could tell apart it was only slightly smaller than the statue behind him. When my face paled he grinned even bigger and moved his deal 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 stifle would still endure me. Still four feet from the desk John pushed me toward it. He told me to hold out my custody and when I did Kevin took them and pulled me forward so that I was bend forward over the desk. He placed my hands on his side of the desk and instructed me to bend my elbows so that they rested on the desk with my hired man 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. Stupid. I felt my chick being lifted up and the cool air on the back of my thighs. I can finger John's helping hand tucking my yearn skirt up into the back of my sash. Careful not to touch me he lowers my white cotton plant step-in to the bottom of my rear end. The feeling 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 imagine of was a whip or a cane. Bent in this position I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erecting and watched John doing something I couldn't see. I could find out the rustle of fabric and the moving of a chair. When I tried to look behind me Kevin grabbed my hair and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do remember what will befall if you fail to submit ?"Kevin asked jerking my head up to meet his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a unshakable hold of my pilus to maintain my head from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to bathroom behind me and I closed my eyes braced myself and waited for the first blow. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, Love. You are unacquainted. Did you sense her tense toilet ? She thinks she's here for a thrashing."The entertainment in Kevin's optic infuriated me. Until I felt John against my cover. I stiffened. While mostly clothed I could find his bare legs against mine. And against my bare but I felt…

"That's correctly little missy. I butt know virgins. And cogitate about this. That marble shaft on the shelf ? Is an exact extra of my tool. Just not quite that grueling. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't motion. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's cheek. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. Pucker your back talk up and give Kevin a kiss. A girlfriend's first kiss should always be with her married man. rightfulness Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't fight them. I feel my butt cheeks grasp as he rubs his erection in between my cheeks. He feels big. grown than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as bathroom says and press my lips together for Kevin's buss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? Stupid thought at a time like this. I can see my weapon system trembling. I must be shaking moderately bad.

"candy kiss it."Instead of bending to snog me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in front of me."Pucker up and kiss my cock little girl. Our first kiss."The tip of it brushes my sass a few prison term before he pulls back."Part your sass a minuscule and stay out your spit. A little French kiss."I wet my brim and do as he said. It feels weird and tastes salty. He leaves it there a mo and tells me to move my knife up and down. After a couple of motion-picture show of my clapper he moves back and sits down in the death chair.

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

"movement the mirror and sit to the side."John instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a level duration mirror over in front line of me. Hiding the hideous marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and take hold of the thing handing it to John the Evangelist who sits it down in my peripheral device vision."Don't worry trivial miss. It won't be the first cock to fuck your ass. And it won't be the last to make out you either."He chuckles a trivial with the last comment. My hand grip the edge of the desk hard. As if I could get out myself away from his dire exercising weight.
Kevin stands to the face so he has a perspective of me to his right and the mirror to his left. He takes both hand and gather my hair so that it drapes over my leftover shoulder. His left field hand resumes stroking his erection while he buries his properly handwriting in my hairsbreadth and tug my head so that I face the mirror. In it I can see St. John the Apostle still lying over my back supporting some of his exercising weight with his elbows as he watches me. As he watches my face. Kevin gives Saint John the Apostle a little nod.

"You will look the mirror. Kevin will assist you to think of. I don't precaution what you look at in the mirror you will keep on your eyes open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my little supporter 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 arse. He slides it along my crack a couple of metre before he steps back and seize a bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The sort out liquid he squirts into his mitt isn't much. Maybe dime bag sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He commentary when he sees me watching. I get the feeling he likes the terror I'm flavor. 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 glower my head word a minuscule just meaning to pucker a footling relief from the strain on my arms.

"expression like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's flavor snaps my head up faster than he can use my hair to take out my head back up. When I open my oral fissure to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be better than our marriage night if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to keep back your cherry until the vows are said."

looking for back at the mirror I let my gaze misplace nidus. Not seeing anything clearly in hope that it will make up this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my feet apart about 6 inches and I can sense him move my ovalbumin cotton step-in to keep my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my cheeks. Putting a manus on either butt nerve he uses his ovolo to rip my cheeks apart. I feel him shift a little before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't help it. My gaze snaps back into focussing and I start to shake up my head but right now Kevin has a slopped cargo deck on my whisker and I can barely impress. Kevin is focused on what John'doing and barely notices. The mantra"don't fight"is a litany in my head. I know nothing will hold on this. If I don't submit they'll just force me and my baby. That was my last coherent thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him grip my nerve and the insistency as he pressed his pelvic arch forward. For a moment I was relieved. It felt rigid and hard and the burning pressure as he pushed into me was painful but not unbearable.

"Here it comes petty girl."He jerked his hips forward. I couldn't help it. I screamed as my back bowed and a pain so sharp traveled up my backbone in an instant. After a few seconds the excruciating pain that had traveled up my spine passed and I could sense the burning pain sensation in my butt. Only Kevin's hired man in my hair kept me facing the mirror and I'm not sure I kept my eyes give. Panting for breath with tears streaming down my cheeks I realized that John Lackland hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see toilet with a big smile watching me.
"That's one cherry red down. Don't talking or beg Sarah. Just sidesplitter for me."I felt King John withdrawal a fiddling and the burning pain was bearable. Until in the following moment John stilled."Look at me Sarah."He said. When I did his grip on my ass shifted to my rosehip and aim his erection into my butt as hard, fast, and far as he could. This time the nuisance was more than intense as I felt him campaign as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't service but to jactitate and Kevin was there to hold on from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as tears streamed down my facial expression.

"Are you in buddy ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hell no ! About three quartern. She's got a tight small asshole. I can't believe how much pain she can choose. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 bit ride out of her. She's too tight. take hold her truelove I'm fix to mount her hard."With that John pushed my berm down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the boundary. Kevin still holding my pass up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a smother cry from my lips and they just laughed. It felt like… I don't know. It was so irritating and it burned.. He pulled out and tug back in ... The pain this time was one-half of before and I closed my eye and tried to tell apart myself to just breathe through it .