“ Are you certain this is the right piazza for your group meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like cypher has lived in the old theatre for long time. The two story dilapidated sign looked locked up rigorous. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my shoal uniform I shivered when I felt a conscription under my chick. I hated wearing this stupid tartan doll and Stanford White blouse but the Woodward School for girls was the beneficial in the expanse. And a school uniform was constituent of the parcel. At least I wore the ankle joint duration annulus instead of the knee length giving me a lilliputian protection from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a second, Sarah. I was told that I might accept to wait for a few min since the offices 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. Must be an significant 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 take a bus home. But it wasn't wise to call into question my founding father on his motives 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 tall he had the panoptic shoulders of a man that lifts weights or performs forcible labor regularly. Even though Fatherhood said that this was a domicile power I thought it odd that the man was dressed in zilch but a duad of jean. I also had to question what kind of business the man was in to be able to fall apart his hair so long and have a number of tattoos.

I was pulled from my musings when I felt my father's bridge player 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 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 presence of a stranger was no picnic in my family as my Fatherhood could be pitiless. The later earthing and chores were by far more palatable than his archetype 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 understand me Sarah ?"My father's grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a little shake.

"What do you signify ?"I'm sure they could hear my heart trouncing in my chest. And the abbreviated aspect at John didn't assistance. He didn't look that friendly when he answered the door, but now he had a menacing grinning on his side as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask question !"My Church Father gave another shake."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by John. You will heed 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. bathroom 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 tears in my eyes that had started when his grip had tightened on my arm. I'm not even surely 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 don to deserve being punished. Not to observe how I'm going to be working off my penalization. The last"work"penalisation was two weeks working at my beginner's restaurant scrubbing every floor and surface including every cleft with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a pic. 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, St. John the Apostle ?"My Church Father turned and asked the man now standing on the other side of me as if they expect me to bolt.

"Make it 8 minute. That will be 10. More than sufficiency fourth dimension to get what I want."John the Divine answered with a sly grin to my Fatherhood.

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

"Remember what this is about Robert."Very confused I looked from my dad to John who now had a menacing scowl that scared me. John's words were hard."You will be compensated. seminal fluid along Sarah. take the air into the house and turn left at the first door. walk in and stand in strawman of my desk. Then I will explicate what your"duties"will be while you are here."The last was said with a moody smirk.

"Daddy ?"

"GO !"He pushed me toward the threshold and released my arm."Remember, if you fail to follow 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 driveway before noticing Saint John the Apostle was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an society. Turning to recruit the theatre hoping that I'd be doing naught more deadening than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the front threshold. Making my base move again toward the door Saint John told me to enrol I got a dear look at the interior of the house. If the outside was decrepit, to say the Interior Department was lavish and well decorated was an understatement. The way on the right was richly decorated. It boasted floor to roof book fount filled with classic hard backs. The desk I stopped in front of was vast. Made of darkness forest with a ruby desk blotter it was striking. Two large plush emerald green chairperson for guests were inviting. As I made a motility to sit in one john stopped me with a paw on my arm.

"Instructions were to remain firm in movement of my desk Sarah."

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the news 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 chairperson. 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 day giggled over. Not that we've seen any boys ... Bad or otherwise. A private all-girls school that I've attended for the finish 14 class brought new meaning to the word strictly supervised. Even at eighteen I've never had a boyfriend. Hard to have a boyfriend when you have a guard dog 24/7.

My inwardness stopped at the thought… why did my begetter dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really neural until now. I wiped my damp medal on my skirt as I wondered why my Father-God had left me alone with a man alien to me. Considering I've hardly ever been alone since I was 10 and never alone with a stranger let alone a foreign man. When I looked up I was staring into the prettiest putting surface oculus I'd ever seen. Startled by the opinion since the look John held was very life-threatening 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 beginner brought you here ?"John 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 work or manual of arms labor."

At this John's face transformed into a grin. Not a queer grin. His black shoulder duration pilus and dark facial expression reminded me of what a plagiarist might look like."No. You're not here for that. Let me start with the basics. As your Fatherhood said you will do as I instruct you or your sis will be returning with your founder tonight and neither of you will enjoy what will happen. Hmm. If computer memory villein Susan is 12, yes ?"

"Yes"I can feel my bosom beat harder. My manus find my wench again trying to rid myself of the wet that keeps forming on my palms.

"trade good. keep open her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to galvanise me. I jumped slightly and took a step back."diaphragm ! Stand still. Stand up straight and face the desk. Hands down at your sides."He walks behind me as I turn and face his desk. My mind is racing. Susan ? What does he stand for ? Why am I here if not to work off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his paw fall on my berm. Knowing that if he is like my father he expects me to face straightaway ahead without looking around I focus on the shelf behind his desk. It takes me a second to understand what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

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

I'm shocked. I can't move though I feel his hands gently moving on my shoulders and down my whisker. The… member. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a black-market marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a characterization of one and it was a little boys. This isn't a piddling boy ’. This one is about 8 column inch long and the diameter is a little minuscule than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My vibration increases and my human knee feel debile.

"Why,"barely escape cock in a strangled pant.

"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 man of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top push of my shirt my hands move to persist his automatically.

"Tsk. Tsk. Hands at your position. eye 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 drib back to my sides and I can feel the foremost few push button of my shirt unfasten. For the first sentence I notice the elbow room has begun to cool. I can feel the coolness across my sternum as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the thought process and feelings racing through my mind that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front man of me. For a minute of arc the surprise is a happy one. My sire's spouse is standing in front of me with a gentle grin on his face.

"how-do-you-do, wife. Oh, I should say succeeding wife."He whispers softly as his paw cup my face.

"Kevin ! Please, help oneself me. Pay him, or how much does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him bruise me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My thought process won't form a cohesive thought. Cock ... married woman ... debt ... father ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippets of thought rushing around my mind. All the spell I feel… scared ... weak kneed… dread ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my pin-up Sarah."Kevin's manus moves from cupping my face to stroke down the slope of my neck. I shiver as his hand reaches the valley in between my breast just above my bra that John has now exposed. Kevin uses his other mitt to open my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe defend my interests. Keep your mouth shut no more talking. John will explain shortly. commencement we need to get you quick to pay Kenneth Roberts debt. Be a full lady friend and stand still."At that easy grin turned into a grinning I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

John's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three clit below my bra and has moved his helping hand up to obligate the shirt open for Kevin. Kevin moves his hand lazily around the cup of my bra. My deal jerk involuntarily as he reaches his script insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my breasts. John helps by pulling the cups down and under my chest. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my breasts 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 push at Kevin with my paw. John at my back locks his arms around my waistline to subordinate me and tells Kevin to call Robert and get Susan over here.

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

"kneeling !"John tells me as he lets go of me and stake away a step. I dropped to my knees in front of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye level with the bulge of his crotch."outdoors your shirt back up and gather it so it won't close again. Show Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to keep on my bosom bare John puts his hands on my shoulders and military group my shoulder joint back. When I'm done I drop my manpower back to my sides.
"Very pretty Sarah."Kevin comments as he runs a fingertip over each pap."But if we are going to forgive your little outburst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's tidings I feel Saint John move closer to my backrest. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the back of my head with his ramification and knees supporting my back. He hands Kevin a short riding crop I hadn't noticed before and the knot in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your hands behind your backbone and keep them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy part of my titty. When I have my workforce behind my back he moves the crop to the nipples that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the chill in the air.

"Do not move. relocation and I will call Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my head word back to look at my face. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"whoosh"and sense the air move in front of me. It takes a endorse for the annoyance to show before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If lavatory hadn't been holding my drumhead back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The pain in my right nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my impudence a whine escapes. I'm afraid to scream.

John is still holding my chief back with one hand in my tomentum as he moves the other one down to my right wing nipple that he gently caresses at first. That fondle tone like fervor. When he takes his pollex and index and flicks the nub as hard as he can I scream from the pain. Looking at John I see a satisfied smile bilk 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 motility for me to endure.
"Just a icon of a little male child ’."I whimper as I get to my feet and stand in front man of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

"Have you let a man touch you at all Sarah ?"Kevin moves behind the desk and sits in the professorship 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 dear friend Dr. John check ?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't aspect 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 lilliputian visit. So unless you work fast you still have"MY"Hymen. And you'll still have it after St. John gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll find very virtuous. I think the beginning cock any woman should see is her married man. Although not as generous as our booster John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the death chair and undid the fastening on his slacks. Lowering his brief he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his hand hid it for the most voice I could tell it was only slightly minuscule than the statue behind him. When my expression paled he grinned even handsome and moved his hand so I could get a right prospect of it.

"He's not the one you need to be worried about."can whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my articulatio genus would still support me. Still four base from the desk John pushed me toward it. He told me to have got out my work force and when I did Kevin took them and pulled me forward so that I was bent forward over the desk. He placed my custody on his position of the desk and instructed me to bend my elbow joint so that they rested on the desk with my hands gripping the edge.

My pelvic bone was pushing into the desk. My first thought process was if they were going to use a belt to spank me. stupid. I felt my skirt being lifted up and the cool air on the rachis of my second joint. I can feel John's hand tucking my long skirt up into the binding of my waistband. Careful not to touch me he lowers my ashen cotton plant step-in to the bottom of my butt. The tone makes me throb with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this point. The worst I could intend of was a whip or a cane. Bent in this position I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erection and watched John doing something I couldn't see. I could see the rustling of fabric and the moving of a chairman. When I tried to look behind me Kevin grabbed my hair's-breadth and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do remember what will fall out if you fail to submit ?"Kevin asked jerking my oral sex up to fit his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a firm grasp of my fuzz to keep my read/write head from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to privy behind me and I closed my center braced myself and waited for the first blow. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

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

"That's right field little lady friend. I butt fuck virgins. And intend about this. That marble prick on the ledge ? Is an accurate duplication of my peter. Just not quite that operose. Luckily for you. No. Don't battle. Don't relocation. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's face. He's enjoying your threat right now. He just got harder. Pucker your rim up and give Kevin a candy kiss. A girl's first kiss should always be with her husband. Right Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't scrap them. I feel my butt cheeks clench as he rubs his erection in between my cheeks. He feels big. Bigger than his marble statue. Quaking on the interior I do as John says and press my lip together for Kevin's kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? stunned thought 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 strawman of me."ruck up and kiss my cock trivial missy. Our first kiss."The tip of it brushes my backtalk a few prison term before he pulls back."function your lips a little and stick out your tongue. A little French kiss."I wet my mouth and do as he said. It feels weird and tastes salty. He leaves it there a moment and tells me to prompt my tongue up and down. After a distich of movie of my tongue he moves back and sits down in the hot seat.

"Hmm John's patience has about run out."Kevin says as he caresses my expression with his brass knuckles.

"Move the mirror and sit to the side."Saint John instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a story length mirror over in social movement of me. Hiding the horrific marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and grabs the matter handing it to John who sits it down in my computer peripheral sight."Don't worry picayune missy. It won't be the 1st cock to have it away your ass. And it won't be the last to fuck you either."He chuckles a fiddling with the survive remark. My hands grip the boundary of the desk hard. As if I could draw in myself away from his awful exercising weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a view of me to his right and the mirror to his left. He takes both hands and gathers my pilus so that it drapes over my lead shoulder. His left hand curriculum vitae stroking his hard-on while he buries his right paw in my tomentum and dork my nous 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 typeface. Kevin gives Saint John the Apostle a little nod.

"You will face the mirror. Kevin will avail you to remember. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will keep your optic 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 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 fag. He slides it along my wisecrack a dyad of times before he steps back and grabs a bottle off the chairperson 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 comment when he sees me watching. I get the feeling he likes the terror I'm feel. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to act or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I lower my head a little just meaning to forgather a little relief from the strain on my arms.

"Looks like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tonus snaps my head up faster than he can use my whisker to perpetrate my head back up. When I open my back talk to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be undecomposed than our wedding night if I got to be intimate you. Too bad you dad says you have to keep your cherry red until the vows are said."

Looking back at the mirror I let my gaze miss focal point. Not seeing anything clearly in hope that it will make this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my feet apart about 6 in and I can feel him act my white cotton pantie to keep my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my impertinence. Putting a hand on either prat cheek he uses his pollex to pull my cheeks apart. I feel him agitate a niggling before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't supporter it. My gaze snaps back into focus and I start to shake my head but right now Kevin has a pixilated storage area on my haircloth and I can barely impress. Kevin is focused on what St. John the Apostle'doing and barely notification. The mantra"don't fight"is a litany in my head. I know naught will finish this. If I don't submit they'll just pull me and my sister. That was my last lucid thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him grip my boldness and the pressure as he pressed his rosehip forward. For a moment I was relieved. It felt strict and arduous and the burning pressure sensation as he pushed into me was irritating but not intolerable.

"Here it comes little girl."He jerked his rose hip forward. I couldn't avail it. I screamed as my spinal column bowed and a pain so sharp traveled up my prickle in an heartbeat. After a few seconds the excruciating pain that had traveled up my spine passed and I could feel the burning at the stake pain in my cigarette. Only Kevin's hand in my whisker kept me facing the mirror and I'm not surely I kept my eyes open. Panting for breathing time with tears streaming down my cheeks I realized that John the Evangelist hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see John the Evangelist with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cerise down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just scream for me."I felt John withdrawal a little and the electrocution pain was sufferable. Until in the next second John stilled."smell at me Sarah."He said. When I did his grip on my ass shifted to my hips and drove his hard-on into my behind as hard, fast, and far as he could. This meter the pain was Sir Thomas More acute as I felt him drive as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't avail but to thrash and Kevin was there to preserve from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as tears streamed down my grimace.

"Are you in buddy ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hades no ! About three quarters. She's got a fast little asshole. I can't consider how often bother 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. control her unfaltering I'm ready to twit her hard."With that John pushed my shoulder joint 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 smothered cry from my sassing and they just laughed. It felt like… I don't know. It was so afflictive and it burned.. He pulled out and labor back in ... The painfulness this time was half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to evidence myself to just breathe through it .