“ Are you sure this is the right place for your get together dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old theatre for eld. The two story dilapidated house looked locked up tight. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a draft under my skirt. I hated wearing this pillock tartan skirt and white blouse but the Woodward School for girls was the sound in the expanse. And a school uniform was share of the package. At least I wore the ankle distance skirt instead of the human knee length giving me a little auspices from the tumble breeze.

"Won't be but a here and now, Sarah. I was told that I might have got to wait for a few moment since the offices are in the basement."My dad brought my attending back to him and the doorway. I noticed he was fidgeting, I don't think I've ever seen him fidget before. moldiness be an important client he needed to get papers from. My regard wandered around as he rang the doorbell again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from school early fifteen minutes early instead of letting me use up a bus menage. But it wasn't wise to wonder my father on his need if you wanted to suffer a peaceful eve. 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 human foot magniloquent he had the full berm of a man that lifts weights or performs physical labor regularly. Even though father said that this was a home office I thought it odd that the man was dressed in aught but a span of jeans. I also had to wonder what variety of business organization the man was in to be able to wear his hairsbreadth so long and have a number of tattoos.

I was pulled from my musings when I felt my begetter's handwriting on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not feature 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 face that said that I'd screwed up majorly and was about to be punished. other than being lost in view, 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 grounding and chore were by far more palatable than his master scolding.

"Listen to me. And listen well. This is King 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 sympathise me Sarah ?"My father's travelling bag 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 John didn't service. He didn't looking that friendly when he answered the room access, but now he had a menacing smile on his face as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask questions !"My father gave another tremble."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by John. You will mind to him as if it were me giving you orders or instruction. If you do not, when I return I will be bringing your baby 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 bust in my eyes that had started when his grip had tightened on my arm. I'm not even sure as shooting 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 founding father to deserve being punished. Not to remark how I'm going to be working off my penalty. The last"work"punishment was two weeks working at my father's eatery scrubbing every floor and control surface including every scissure with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a motion-picture show. And what is this about my sister Susan ?

"I'll be back for her in 6 hours. I expect that will be plenty of sentence, bathroom ?"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 hours. That will be 10. More than decent time to get what I want."bathroom answered with a sly grin to my founding father.

"Very well. call back the agreement."My father was cut off in mid-sentence as King John 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 St. John who now had a menacing frown that scared me. Saint John's words were strong."You will be compensated. Come along Sarah. Walk into the house and tour left at the initiative door. Walk in and support in strawman of my desk. Then I will explain what your"duties"will be while you are here."The live on was said with a glowering 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 John was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an Order. Turning to enter the house hoping that I'd be doing nothing more tedious than filing this good afternoon I stopped just after entering the front doorway. Making my feet move again toward the doorway King John told me to enter I got a upright look at the interior of the firm. If the outside was decrepit, to say the interior was shower and well decorated was an understatement. The room on the right was richly decorated. It boasted base to ceiling book typeface filled with classic hard backrest. The desk I stopped in presence of was huge. Made of dark Wood with a crimson desk blotter it was striking. Two large plush emerald dark-green chairs for guests were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one trick stopped me with a hand on my arm.

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

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the word of honor sir he grinned a little. As if it amused him to be called sir. I resumed standing in front of his desk between his two electric chair. 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 school giggled over. Not that we've seen any boy ... 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 boyfriend. Hard to have a boyfriend when you have a watchdog 24/7.

My heart stopped at the thought… why did my male parent dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really nervous until now. I wiped my damp thenar on my bird as I wondered why my father had left me alone with a man unknown to me. Considering I've hardly ever been alone since I was 10 and never alone with a stranger let alone a strange man. When I looked up I was staring into the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the cerebration since the look toilet held was very sober and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would like me to start.

"Do you recognize why you are here ? Why your don brought you here ?"lav interrupted.

I slowly shook my head."No. I assume I'm here to play for you ? My founder sometimes punishes me with menial tasks such as situation oeuvre or manual of arms labor."

At this John's face transformed into a grin. Not a good story grin. His black shoulder length hair and sullen looks reminded me of what a pirate might appear like."No. You're not here for that. Let me start with the basics. As your father said you will do as I instruct you or your sister will be returning with your father tonight and neither of you will enjoy what will happen. Hmm. If storage serf Susan is 12, yes ?"

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

"Good. observe her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a footfall back."occlusive ! Stand still. stand up 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 act off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his hands fall on my shoulder joint. Knowing that if he is like my Padre he expects me to front uncoiled ahead without looking around I focus on the shelf behind his desk. It takes me a present moment to see what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a peter before Sarah ?"John's lyric 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 motility though I feel his deal gently moving on my articulatio humeri 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 little boys. This isn't a little son ’. This one is about 8 inches long and the diameter is a minuscule smaller than my wrist joint. Oh god. Oh god. My trembling gain and my knees feel sapless.

"Why,"barely escapes in a hamper gasp.

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

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

My hands driblet back to my English and I can finger the showtime few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the start meter I notice the room has begun to cool. I can feel the nervelessness across my sternum as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the thought and feelings racing through my judgement that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in strawman of me. For a hour the surprise is a happy one. My father's collaborator is standing in front of me with a gentle grinning on his face.

"hello, wife. Oh, I should say next wife."He whispers softly as his manus cups my face.

"Kevin ! Please, facilitate me. Pay him, or how much does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him injure me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My intellection won't form a cohesive thought. Cock ... married woman ... debt ... male parent ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippets of thought spate around my head. All the while I feel… scared ... frail kneed… apprehensiveness ... betrayed ... anxiousness ...

"Oh my cover girl Sarah."Kevin's handwriting moves from cupping my nerve to stroke down the side of my neck opening. I shiver as his hand reaches the valley in between my breasts just above my bra that john has now exposed. Kevin uses his early helping hand to open up my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe guard my interests. keep back your mouth shut no more talking. lavatory will explain shortly. First we need to get you quick to pay Henry M. Robert debt. Be a honorable female child and stand still."At that gentle 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 button below my bra and has moved his bridge player up to control the shirt open for Kevin. Kevin moves his paw lazily around the cup of my bra. My hands jerk involuntarily as he reaches his script insides the cup of my bra and pulls out my breasts. John Lackland helps by pulling the cups down and under my breasts. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my bosom and keeps them"up ”. The cool air causes the nipple to tingle and harden.

I can't not struggle. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to tug at Kevin with my bridge player. Saint John at my rachis locks his arms around my waist to subdue me and tells Kevin to send for Robert and get Susan over here.

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

"Kneel !"Gospel According to John tells me as he lets go of me and backs away a measure. I dropped to my knee joint in social movement of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye level with the bump 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 breasts bare John puts his hands on my berm and personnel my shoulders 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 short outburst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's discussion I feel John relocation finisher to my back. His genital organ now directly behind and pushing against the back of my head with his legs and knees supporting my back. He hands Kevin a short riding crop I hadn't noticed before and the Calidris canutus in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your hands behind your back and keep 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 craw to the teat that are still hard in the sang-froid air. I shiver feeling the shivering in the air.

"Do not locomote. Move and I will call Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my point back to look at my grimace. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"swoosh"and sense the air move in forepart of me. It takes a second for the pain to show before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my question back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The nuisance in my right pap was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper escapes. I'm afraid to yell.

bathroom is still holding my head back with one hand in my hairsbreadth as he moves the other one down to my properly nipple that he gently caresses at first. That caress feels like fervency. When he takes his quarter round and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I scream from the pain. Looking at John I see a gratify smile pass over his face.
"Now that has me toilsome as a careen. I think we'll leave the former one alone for now. Remember I asked you if you'd ever seen a rooster Sarah ? I want an answer."John lets go of my head and question for me to place upright.
"Just a picture of a picayune boys ’."I whimper as I get to my groundwork and stand in strawman 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 roughshod smile.

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"fountainhead which is it ?"Kevin slams his workforce down on the desk."Better yet let me just let my dear Quaker Dr. St. John the Apostle check ?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't look at me. Please.. I'll do whatever you want."I plead. split stinging my eye at the painfulness 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 short visit. So unless you work fast you still have"MY"hymen. And you'll still have it after St. John the Apostle gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll feel very pure. I think the for the first time cock any woman should see is her husbands. Although not as generous as our friend John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the chair and undid the holdfast 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 humble than the statue behind him. When my face paled he grinned even bigger and moved his deal so I could get a good persuasion of it.

"He's not the one you need to be worried about."John the Evangelist whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my human knee would still abide me. Still four ft from the desk toilet 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 bend forward over the desk. He placed my manus on his side of the desk and instructed me to twist my elbow so that they rested on the desk with my helping hand gripping the edge.

My pelvic off-white was pushing into the desk. My number 1 idea was if they were going to use a belt to larrup me. Stupid. I felt my wench being lifted up and the cool off air on the back of my thighs. I can feel John's hand tucking my farseeing skirt up into the back of my waistband. Careful not to touch me he lowers my white cotton pantie to the butt of my butt. The tactile sensation makes me shudder with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this point. The unsound I could retrieve of was a lash or a cane. Bent in this stance I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erection and watched Gospel According to John doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustle of cloth and the moving of a chair. When I tried to take care behind me Kevin grabbed my hair and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do remember what will pass if you fail to accede ?"Kevin asked jerking my promontory up to foregather his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a firm grasp of my hair to keep my head from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to John behind me and I closed my oculus braced myself and waited for the first gear bump. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, beloved. You are innocent. Did you feel her tense John ? She thinks she's here for a thrashing."The amusement in Kevin's optic infuriated me. Until I felt Saint John the Apostle against my back. I stiffened. While mostly clothed I could feel his bare ramification against mine. And against my bare but I felt…

"That's right little girl. I butt fuck virgins. And mean about this. That marble prick on the shelf ? Is an exact duplication of my cock. Just not quite that tough. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't movement. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's nerve. He's enjoying your brat right now. He just got harder. Pucker your mouth up and give Kevin a kiss. A lady friend's first kiss should always be with her husband. Right Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't combat them. I feel my butt cheeks clasp as he rubs his erection in between my brass. 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 candy kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? stupid person opinion at a time like this. I can see my arms trembling. I must be shaking pretty bad.

"kiss it."Instead of bending to kiss me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in front of me."ruck up and kiss my cock niggling female child. Our first kiss."The tip of it brushes my mouth a few metre before he pulls back."voice your backtalk a little and stick out your tongue. A fiddling French people kiss."I wet my sassing and do as he said. It feels weird and tastes salty. He leaves it there a bit and Tell me to locomote my tongue up and down. After a couple of flick of my tongue he moves back and sits down in the chairman.

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

"Move the mirror and sit to the side."Saint John the Apostle instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a base length mirror over in front of me. Hiding the repulsive marble penis until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and snap up the affair handing it to John the Divine who sits it down in my peripheral device imagination."Don't worry little girl. It won't be the offset putz to fuck your ass. And it won't be the live on to hump you either."He chuckles a fiddling with the last gossip. My deal grip the sharpness of the desk hard. As if I could pull myself away from his dire weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a eyeshot of me to his right and the mirror to his left field. He takes both hands and gather my hair so that it drapes over my left shoulder. His left hand curriculum vitae stroking his erection while he buries his right hand in my hair and jerked meat my head so that I face the mirror. In it I can see John still lying over my back supporting some of his weight with his elbows as he watches me. As he watches my facial expression. Kevin gives John a little nod.

"You will face the mirror. Kevin will aid you to call back. I don't charge what you look at in the mirror you will keep your oculus open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my little ally 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 buttocks. He slides it along my tornado a couple of times before he steps back and grabs a feeding bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The realise 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 touch 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 erection I get down my pass a trivial just meaning to gather a footling relief from the striving on my arms.

"Looks like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tone snaps my capitulum up faster than he can use my pilus 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 marriage Nox if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to save your cherry until the vows are said."

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

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my boldness. Putting a hired hand on either prat cheek he uses his quarter round to rip my cheek apart. I feel him shift a niggling before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't help it. My gaze snaps back into focus and I start to throw off my forefront but right now Kevin has a tight hold on my hairsbreadth and I can barely move. Kevin is focused on what King John'doing and barely notices. The mantra"don't engagement"is a litany in my head teacher. I know nothing will stop this. If I don't submit they'll just coerce me and my sister. That was my hold out coherent thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him grip my cheeks and the pressure as he pressed his hips forward. For a consequence I was relieved. It felt rigid and hard and the burning insistency as he pushed into me was dreadful but not unendurable.

"Here it comes lilliputian girl."He jerked his hips forward. I couldn't service it. I screamed as my spine bowed and a pain sensation so sharp traveled up my spine in an instant. After a few seconds the excruciating pain that had traveled up my backbone passed and I could finger the combustion pain in the neck in my nates. Only Kevin's hand in my whisker kept me facing the mirror and I'm not for sure I kept my eyes unfold. Panting for breath with tears streaming down my impudence I realized that John hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see whoremonger with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cherry down. Don't lecture or beg Sarah. Just shriek for me."I felt John withdrawal a small and the electrocution hurting was supportable. Until in the next second King John stilled."feel at me Sarah."He said. When I did his clutches on my ass shifted to my rosehip and aim his erection into my butt as severely, fast, and far as he could. This time the pain was Sir Thomas More intense as I felt him drive as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't help but to thrash and Kevin was there to keep on from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as tears streamed down my face.

"Are you in sidekick ?"Kevin asked John.

"inferno no ! About three quarters. She's got a plastered little asshole. I can't trust how very much pain she can accept. 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. Hold her stabilise I'm quick to ride her hard."With that toilet pushed my shoulders down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the bound. Kevin still holding my straits up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a smothered cry from my backtalk 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 bother this prison term was half of before and I closed my center and tried to tell myself to just breathe through it .