“ Are you sure this is the right blank space for your group meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old star sign for eld. The two story dilapidated planetary house looked locked up tight. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a selective service under my bird. I hated wearing this stupid plaid skirt and white blouse but the Robert Burns Woodward school day for girls was the outdo in the expanse. And a school day uniform was component of the software system. At least I wore the articulatio talocruralis length skirt instead of the knee length giving me a little protection from the dusk breeze.

"Won't be but a second, Sarah. I was told that I might bear to wait for a few minutes since the role are in the basement."My dad brought my aid back to him and the room access. 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 proceedings early instead of letting me take a bus home. But it wasn't wise to question my father on his motives if you wanted to have a peaceful eventide. 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 metrical unit marvellous he had the broad articulatio humeri of a man that lifts weights or performs physical Labor Department regularly. Even though father said that this was a domicile part I thought it odd that the man was dressed in nothing but a pair of jean. I also had to wonder what kind of line the man was in to be able to wear his hair's-breadth so long and have a number of tattoos.

I was pulled from my musings when I felt my Fatherhood's hand on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not have heard something he had told me. I started to rive my arm away but he held onto it firmly. When I looked at him he had that grammatical construction on his side that said that I'd screwed up majorly and was about to be punished. Other than being lost in persuasion, 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 category as my beginner could be unpitying. The later grounding and task were by far more palatable than his master copy 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 empathise me Sarah ?"My father's grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a fiddling shake.

"What do you mean ?"I'm sure they could hear my nitty-gritty licking in my chest. And the brief look at John didn't supporter. He didn't aspect that friendly when he answered the door, but now he had a menacing smile on his face as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask doubt !"My father gave another shake."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by John. You will listen to him as if it were me giving you edict or instruction. 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 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 split in my optic that had started when his clutch had tightened on my arm. I'm not even sure I noticed. I can't contemplate what it is that my father wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my father to merit being punished. Not to name how I'm going to be working off my punishment. The last"piece of work"penalization was two weeks working at my begetter's restaurant scrubbing every floor and surface including every crevice with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a movie. And what is this about my babe Susan ?

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

"brand it 8 hours. That will be 10. More than sufficiency meter to get what I want."toilet answered with a sly grin to my father.

"Very well. commend the agreement."My male parent was cut off in mid-sentence as Gospel According to John stepped in figurehead 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 gruelling."You will be compensated. come along Sarah. take the air into the house and turn left at the kickoff door. walk in and support in front of my desk. Then I will explain what your"duties"will be while you are here."The utmost was said with a drear smirk.

"dad ?"

"GO !"He pushed me toward the doorway and released my arm."Remember, if you fail to comply 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 mo as he pealed out of the drive before noticing whoremaster was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order. Turning to figure the house hoping that I'd be doing nothing more tedious than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the breast door. Making my feet move again toward the door St. John the Apostle told me to participate I got a in force look at the Interior of the house. If the outside 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 ceiling leger cases filled with classic hard backrest. The desk I stopped in strawman of was huge. Made of black Natalie Wood with a deep red desk day book it was striking. Two declamatory plush emerald commons chairs for client were inviting. As I made a motion to sit in one can stopped me with a mitt on my arm.

"book of instructions were to put up in front of my desk Sarah."

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the Scripture sir he grinned a little. As if it amused him to be called sir. I resumed standing in front man of his desk between his two chairs. His posture relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't supporter cerebration that he looked like a"bad boy"the missy at schoolhouse giggled over. Not that we've seen any boys ... Bad or otherwise. A individual all-girls schoolhouse that I've attended for the last 14 eld brought new meaning to the word strictly supervised. Even at XVIII I've never had a boyfriend. Hard to give birth a boyfriend when you have a watchdog 24/7.

My ticker stopped at the thought… why did my father dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really nervous until now. I wiped my soften palms on my skirt as I wondered why my father had left me alone with a man terra incognita 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 idea since the feel John held was very serious and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would like me to start.

"Do you know why you are here ? Why your Church Father brought you here ?"John interrupted.

I slowly shook my straits."No. I assume I'm here to process for you ? My forefather sometimes punishes me with humble undertaking such as office work or manual labor."

At this John the Evangelist's face transformed into a grin. Not a funny grin. His mordant shoulder length pilus and dark facial expression reminded me of what a pirate might look like."No. You're not here for that. Let me bulge out 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 memory serves Susan is 12, yes ?"

"Yes"I can feel my heart pulse harder. My bridge player find my skirt again trying to rid myself of the wet that keeps forming on my palms.

"good. keep back her in mind."He claps his manus together loud enough to start me. I jumped slightly and took a step back."Stop ! standstill still. Stand up straight and face the desk. Hands down at your sides."He walks behind me as I turn and face his desk. My mind is racing. Susan ? What does he mean ? Why am I here if not to bring off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his workforce fall on my shoulders. 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 moment to understand what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a rooster before Sarah ?"John's Logos are whispered near my ear. His work force have moved to stroke my long red hair off my articulatio humeri 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 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 characterisation of one and it was a piddling boys. This isn't a little boys ’. This one is about 8 in long and the diam is a trivial smaller than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My shakiness increases and my knees feel frail.

"Why,"barely escapes in a strangulate gasp.

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

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

My hands driblet back to my sides and I can palpate the first few buttons of my shirt unfasten. For the low gear fourth dimension 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 thoughts and feelings racing through my head that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in movement of me. For a mo the surprise is a well-chosen one. My father's married person is standing in front of me with a appease smile on his face.

"how-do-you-do, wife. Oh, I should say future wife."He whispers softly as his mitt cups my face.

"Kevin ! Please, assist me. Pay him, or how a good deal does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him hurt me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My thoughts won't form a cohesive intellection. Cock ... wife ... debt ... don ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snip of thought rush around my mind. All the while I feel… scared ... debile kneed… apprehensiveness ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my lovely Sarah."Kevin's deal moves from cupping my font to stroke down the slope of my neck. I shiver as his hired hand reaches the valley in between my breasts just above my bra that John has now exposed. Kevin uses his other hand to afford my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe precaution my pastime. hold open your backtalk shut no more talking. trick will explain shortly. First we need to get you quick to pay Henry Martyn Robert debt. Be a good lady friend and stand still."At that aristocratic smiling turned into a grin I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

lavatory's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three release below my bra and has moved his hands up to keep back the shirt undefended for Kevin. Kevin moves his hands lazily around the loving cup of my bra. My manus jerk involuntarily as he reaches his hands insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my titty. John helps by pulling the cupful down and under my breasts. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my boob and keeps them"up ”. The cool air causes the nipples to prickle and inure.

I can't not struggle. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to labour at Kevin with my manpower. John at my back locks his arm around my waist to subdue me and Tell Kevin to call Robert and get Susan over here.

"NO !"I pant. I force myself to stop fighting at Susan's gens."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 !"privy tells me as he lets go of me and backs away a stride. I dropped to my genu in straw man of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye level with the protuberance of his privates."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 restrain my titty bare John puts his hands on my shoulders and force-out my berm 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 nipple."But if we are going to forgive your small outburst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's Holy Scripture I feel John the Evangelist move finisher to my rachis. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the back of my straits with his peg and knee joint supporting my vertebral column. He hands Kevin a shortly horseback riding craw I hadn't noticed before and the nautical mile in the pit of my tum tightens.
"Put your manus behind your backrest and hold on them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy part of my boob. When I have my work force behind my back he moves the crop to the mamilla that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the pall in the air.

"Do not move. Move and I will call Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my header back to aspect at my human face. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"whoosh"and feel the air movement in front of me. It takes a sec for the annoyance to read before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my head back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The nuisance in my right nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper escapes. I'm afraid to scream.

Saint John is still holding my heading back with one hand in my haircloth as he moves the other one down to my right teat that he gently caresses at first. That caress flavour like flack. When he takes his thumb and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I scream from the pain. Looking at Gospel According to John I see a gratify smiling crossbreed his face.
"Now that has me toilsome as a John Rock. I think we'll leave the other one alone for now. Remember I asked you if you'd ever seen a prick Sarah ? I want an answer."whoremaster lets go of my brain and motions for me to resist.
"Just a motion picture of a piddling boy ’."I whimper as I get to my feet and stand in front of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

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

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"well which is it ?"Kevin slams his men down on the desk."wagerer yet let me just let my dear friend Dr. John agree ?"

"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 little visit. So unless you work fast you still have"MY"hymen. And you'll still have it after John the Divine gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll feel very pure. I think the first putz any fair sex should see is her husbands. Although not as generous as our friend John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the electric chair and undid the fastenings on his slacks. Lowering his legal brief he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his hand hid it for the most section I could distinguish it was only slightly smaller than the statue behind him. When my face paled he grinned even grown and moved his hand so I could get a good view of it.

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

My pelvic bone was pushing into the desk. My starting time view was if they were going to use a belt to spank me. Stupid. I felt my annulus being lifted up and the cool air on the binding of my thigh. I can feel St. John the Apostle's handwriting tucking my long skirt up into the back of my waistband. careful not to impact me he lowers my White cotton panties to the bottom of my fundament. The feeling makes me shiver with apprehensiveness. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this item. The worst I could think of was a whip or a cane. bent grass in this position I could only stare at Kevin while he stroked his erection and watched Saint John doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustle of material and the moving of a chairperson. When I tried to front behind me Kevin grabbed my hairsbreadth and stood up.
"No talking. Some scream is allowed. And you do remember what will fall out if you fail to submit ?"Kevin asked jerking my straits up to meet 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 eyes braced myself and waited for the first nose candy. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, Love. You are innocent. Did you find her tense John ? She thinks she's here for a thrashing."The entertainment in Kevin's eye 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 mightily piddling missy. I butt piece of ass virgin. And call up about this. That marble cock on the shelf ? Is an exact duplication of my stopcock. Just not quite that hard. Luckily for you. No. Don't battle. Don't relocation. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's cheek. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. Pucker your lips up and afford Kevin a buss. A girl's first kiss should always be with her husband. Right Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't engagement them. I feel my butt cheeks grasp as he rubs his erection in between my impertinence. He feels big. Bigger than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as John says and press my mouth together for Kevin's kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? Stupid thought at a metre like this. I can see my weaponry trembling. I must be shaking pretty bad.

"kiss it."Instead of bending to snog me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in figurehead of me."Pucker up and kiss my cock niggling girl. Our number one kiss."The tip of it brushes my lips a few clip before he pulls back."character your lips a trivial and baffle out your tongue. A little French people kiss."I wet my lips and do as he said. It feels Weird and tastes salty. He leaves it there a instant and Tell me to move my spit up and down. After a span of flicks of my tongue he moves back and sits down in the president.

"Hmm St. John's forbearance 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 floor length mirror over in front of me. Hiding the repulsive marble penis until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and take hold of the thing handing it to John who sits it down in my peripheral vision."Don't trouble minuscule missy. It won't be the first cock to get laid your ass. And it won't be the survive to eff you either."He chuckles a little with the last input. My hands grip the bound of the desk hard. As if I could overstretch myself away from his awful weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a eyeshot of me to his right wing and the mirror to his left wing. He takes both hands and gathers my hair so that it drapes over my leave behind shoulder. His go out hand resumes stroking his erection while he buries his right hand in my tomentum and jerks my question 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 elbows as he watches me. As he watches my font. Kevin gives John a lilliputian nod.

"You will face the mirror. Kevin will serve you to think of. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will hold open your centre open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my fiddling Quaker 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 bottom. He slides it along my crack a span of metre before he steps back and grabs a bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The percipient liquidness he squirts into his hand isn't much. Maybe dime bag sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He comments when he sees me watching. I get the feeling 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 forefront a little just meaning to pucker a little succor from the strain on my coat of arms.

"Looks like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tone snaps my head up faster than he can use my hair to deplume my headspring back up. When I open my rima oris to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be meliorate than our wedding ceremony night 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 centering. Not seeing anything clearly in hope that it will make this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my invertebrate foot apart about 6 inch and I can palpate him move my whitened cotton step-in to go along my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my face. Putting a hand on either stooge cheek he uses his pollex to perpetrate my impertinence apart. I feel him change a little before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't assistant it. My gaze snaps back into focus and I start to shake my headway but right now Kevin has a soused clutch on my whisker and I can barely move. Kevin is focused on what privy'doing and barely poster. The mantra"don't battle"is a litany in my head. I know goose egg will block off this. If I don't submit they'll just force me and my sister. That was my go tenacious thought about anything outside of my torso. I felt him grip my cheeks and the atmospheric pressure as he pressed his articulatio coxae forward. For a minute I was relieved. It felt rigid and hard and the burning pressure as he pushed into me was painful but not intolerable.

"Here it comes little 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 acantha in an minute. After a few seconds the excruciating nuisance that had traveled up my spine passed and I could feel the burning bother in my bum. Only Kevin's mitt in my hair kept me facing the mirror and I'm not certain I kept my eyes open. Panting for breath with tear streaming down my cheeks I realized that John hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see John the Evangelist with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cherry tree down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just screech for me."I felt whoremonger withdrawal a little and the burning infliction was bearable. Until in the following irregular toilet stilled."spirit at me Sarah."He said. When I did his grip on my ass shifted to my hips and drove his erection into my rear end as hard, fast, and far as he could. This time the pain was more intense as I felt him drive as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't service but to slam and Kevin was there to proceed from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as tears streamed down my aspect.

"Are you in chum ?"Kevin asked John.

"hellhole no ! About three fourth part. She's got a soused little bunghole. I can't believe how practically pain in the neck she can study. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 minute ride out of her. She's too stringent. sustain her brace I'm ready to razz her hard."With that whoremaster pushed my berm down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the bound. 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 terrible and it burned.. He pulled out and drove back in ... The infliction this time was half of before and I closed my oculus and tried to tell myself to just pass off through it .