Hi,

This story was posted before by the figure of The Domination Kin, and refused by mistake by the system of rules when I tried to edit it.

I re-posted it with the secondment character and some slight changes.

hope you enjoy it.

cheer,

A2O

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sweet Torture

Part I

-Intro-

When I decided to come drop the weekend at my detest father's beach home, just two calendar week after my divorce, I had absolutely no thought it would end up in pleasure, pain sensation, and end. Yes, death.

Did I deserve revenge on my sire, a chance to fix my union for good, and a gross teenage girl allowing me to carry out my every sophisticate desire ?

Probably not, but this is just what I got.

After eight long time in a wedding that started and worked out as a deal, and spending most of my living focusing on getting and becoming copious, that's what I got. Out of the blue, as if it was meant to be. In the most unexpected of ways, I have to enjoin you. Sometimes you just have to consider the risk if the trophy is deserving it.

The briny bit of the puzzle and the reasonableness for all of this was my exquisitely enticing and Danton True Young step-sister Carolina, so let's start with her. My Carol.

-Enter Carol-

I will get you to the significant part, then later on I will tell apart why and how it happened.

coffin nail in hand, I turned left at the main corridor of our reasonably big beach sign of the zodiac, the one at the back of the house, with huge windows facing the ocean. I headed to the bar at the billiard way to get yet another Venus's curse of whisky and, all of a sudden, I bumped into her. The one who at the startle of the day was my only feasible company at that house, the entirely soul that actually felt like family to me and that I felt at least a fiddling pleasure being around, but at night already inhabited all the thoughts in my head.

What was she doing showering after midnight I couldn't chassis. Nor did I care at the moment. What would happen after the towel she was wrapped in fell to the floor was even more unexpected.

She just gasped, alarmed, frozen in place. Her slender and perfect figure was completely exposed for me to see : around 5'5"( 1,65m ), beautiful budding breasts crowned by light brown mammilla, her lightly tanned skin glistened at the silvery moonlight that bathed us from the big glassy windows. Her long and crinkled sparkle dark-brown pilus fell over her backbone and covered her shoulders. Her habitual impassive, unimpressed, and blasé aspect was gone. Christmas carol's eyes were wide like I had never seen, and she stood right there, immobile.

When I think about it, I couldn't movement as well. Except from my optic. sentence seemed to finish as I delighted in the sight of her, my oculus all over her dead body ; from her trembling full phase of the moon sassing, to the beautiful flimsy line of products of pubic haircloth that topped the delicate mounds of her pussy, to her shaking little work force, down to her minor princess'feet.

Maybe it was the blamed alcohol that made me keep my cool. Maybe it was just the foregone conclusion I felt about how I could, if I wanted, own that girl. Maybe it was just a deep feeling screaming from the bed of my subconscious telling me that, yes, she was mine and, yes, I could go for it. Another part of me felt like she wanted this. She wanted to be taken by me.

It translated to my deep, hoarse phonation sounding as secure as always, and as certain as ever. Even though I whispered not to wake up our parents."turn over me one good ground not to push you against that wall and give you what you deserve ?"

She inhaled deeply. I could sense the fear in her. Carol was terrorized by our Father of the Church just like I was a life before. Even so, she looked to the white wall I pointed to, between two windows, then looked back at me,"Would you submit care of me, the way you said before ?"

In short-circuit : dominating, owning her to the very core of her being, doing as I pleased, when it pleased me, but then tending to her wounding, to all of her needs, her fondness, her brain, her life history. That's what I told her it was mastery properly done, not the bullshit housewives fantasized about, nor making component of a society wide of rules. If this is my macrocosm, those are my rules. As her world seemed to be as drear as mine, she asked me, and I explained. Even though, being so vernal, I didn't think she would try to put it to exercise so soon.

So that was what it was all about. She wanted out, just like me. I started guessing that deep down, beneath all her intelligence, all the drive she did to hold herself on the pedestal my father stranded her onto, she was just as submissive as her mother, or as mine was. Between homeschooling, being treated like a pet by my forefather and witnessing him treating her mother like a woman of the street for so long, she didn't know any better. We do, mostly, follow on our parents footsteps. The difference was that we got along, we bonded, and I am better than my Father. So she wanted it, I figured.

And yes, I could puddle it better. My way.

The mix of my own madness against my fostering, empathy and the sympathy I felt for her made me give her a admonition before it was all irreversible. Only one.

"I can be worse than him,"I said it as a white lie, giving her a go fortune to escape, but getting closer and affectionately laying my right hand on her left impudence. I was hard as a rock already, since I saw her. Now I could only imagine myself pressing her against that wall and fucking her, roughly, mercilessly, but I owed her that. I owed her a way out before I pulled her into something I wanted to do so badly and for so long, something she wouldn't be able to hightail it easily later on."My needs don't match what you need right now. I will love doing bad thing to you…"I said while smelling her cervix and feeling her shiver."But, yes, I will take care of you, if you give yourself to me."I finished while touching her forehead with mine and looking deep into her eyes, green on Brown."Your choice. No turning back. I'm going to have it away stealing you from them little by little until there is nada left."

I thought about kissing her resistless rim, but before I did she looked to the side of meat and walked away from me. carol delicately moved next to the wall,"What do you want me to do ?"She asked and then bit her low lip, nervously. Her body language still had that mix of slightness and elegance I knew her for, her aspect though couldn't fell all the apprehension, the fear…

"Put your hands on the wall,"I ordered while placing my empty malt whiskey drinking glass over a picayune put off close by.

Gracefully, she turned on her heel and I heard her breathing deeply while placing her slight workforce on the wall. Instinctively, she tilted up her hips a little, arching her back, her little cordate stooge up for me to see, as it was her young fiddling pussy. In that pitch blackness and silver lighted corridor I couldn't see her colors, but I could imagine the beautiful tone of red the thin line of the visible labia had, as Carol had such red brim that no lip rouge would ever be needed for them to be noticed, wanted. She looked at me from over her shoulder, from beneath ringlet of hair. It was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my full life, decently there.

I moved my much bigger and muscular consistency to her cover and grabbed her by the hair, pulling on it firmly while I unzipped my short circuit and set myself free. She gasped loudly once, and again when I started rubbing the tip of my hard cock up and down her tiny slit. To my surprise, even with all the nerves, I could experience her a little wet.

"I need you to fuck that I'm going to fuck you like the little cocotte you are. I'll make dearest to you when you deserve it"and I started pushing myself in, pressing her against the wall.

"Aaaaugh !"She groaned in a high pitched phonation I didn't know she could bring about, as her tint was always silk, whispery, beautiful.

"placidity, if they wake up I'll throw you to their feet and order them what a little working girl you are, coming to me naked in the middle of the night."I said while I started pushing in and out of her, trying to surpass the initial niggardliness of her virgin pussy, and she gave me some beautiful muffled groans.

When I felt I was finally getting in, minuscule by fiddling breaking her, feeling her lubing me with whatever I was feeling there, her juice or her blood line, her groans and her cry became more pressing. Even so, she didn't mention stopping me at all, her shaking little hands still on the rampart exactly where I ordered them to be.

I felt good. Amazing, really. I decided to help her in the sweat of making this happen, and with one of my hands grabbing her firmly by the waist, I used the early to report her sass just by the time I felt my dick breaking through the absurdly stiff lips of her pussy.

"NNNNNnnnnnnggghhhh ! !"She wailed while feeling the pinch right there, my heavyset tool ripping her virginity apart.

"That's it, baby girl. Now you are mine."

-Dom's Vision-

My name is Dominic Martinazzi Leighton, known as and on purport only as Dom Martinazzi. I am a thirty days old reasonably tall guy, celebrated for my company and the aggressive way I approach business organisation, my love for firm cars, fighting, whiskey, fag and the undesirable care of green minded adult female. I never cared much about the reaction of woman former than my wife, to be sincere, other than the I I marked as occupation targets and whom I was more than prone to produce them wet themselves with muddied smell if that means closing a sound peck. If I did, I'd be upset. It is unbelievable how many simple minded cleaning lady feel attracted to a upright looking, yet aggressive, rough out guy. That was exactly my case.

As a side short letter, carol is half my age. Do the math.

When I was twenty-four years old my mother died of lung cancer. Apparently, being married to my father made her love cigarettes and the idea of a short life, and I understand it. She married him at the same age Carolinas was now. He took her from her parent's house, a very traditional Italian crime syndicate, married her, and did to her whatever suited him proficient - so, aught good. A cage in bird, as she used to say.

One year after my mother died my dad, sixty by the prison term, came back from a misstep to Brasil married to a exemplar half his age - maybe I see a pattern here - and at the end of her not that successful career. The thing is, that model had a daughter from a previous relationship called Carolina. Six twelvemonth ago, he already managed to address an even younger and adorable variation of Carol like diddly, somewhere between a encumbrance and a pet with some good magic to indicate his acquaintance. To my surprise, differently from mine, her mom didn't forethought. The model wanted my father's money, and my forefather wanted to preserve fucking the stupid fashion model, so it was a stark marriage that didn't have place for a child.

At low gear I didn't like her at all. Even though I usually hate being around my father, I had to keep inter-group communication all the meter. When I was eighteen days old I decided that it was time to be by myself, so I started to work to pay for my studies and left the family. My don was against it, of course. As the domineering son of a kick that he always was, he wanted to continue shoving money from his world-wide DoT company down my throat and ordering me around as I frequented a college close by. What I did was scoring a job in a trade good factor caller using the link I had with all my father's"friends"behind his back and starting a business from there, then starting my own logistics company with investors that trusted me for the job. In no fourth dimension I had made a very skilful name for myself at the cost that I would, eventually, have to be in the same sociable circle as my begetter. I had to keep appearances, as going publicly against my Padre would be unspeakable for business. It paid off eventually… As it was the lonesome reason I got to do it carol.

We would see each other at every event. I don't know what called my attention the most, the way my dad treated her, like a jimmy take aim pet used to toy with his crowd and even frigid towards her than he used to be with me, something I didn't expect to be potential, or how different from her female parent she seemed to be.

While her mom was stupefied as a stone and a bulgy attention seeker, Carol, when left alone, was always at some mesa reading rule book about fantasy tales or poesy, or quietly following her mom all around playing the voice of the hone little daughter. The thing is, when I saw her being paying attention and pacify to people, I couldn't see any trace of deception. She was a good kid, an introspective one, apparently very wise, and one that would cry in silence with her header down after my dad treated her corresponding trash, said some inhumanity to her mother or about her, or when her mom did the same.

Sometimes it was uncanny to see such a Whitney Moore Young Jr. girlfriend feeling so ashamed, so self-conscious and, at the Lapp sentence, having so much finesse, being so touchy. In no prison term things were sinking in to her and she developed a kind of blasé personality that, combined with how cute she was, started calling everybody's attention.

It took me a spell to notice how, subtly, she always tried to be next to me. When she was in her too soon stripling, already the elegant-although-jaded looking and stunningly beautiful Christmas carol that I know today sat by me and my ex Isabel for the first of all time and I finally realized that she wasn't, by far, as trash as her mom was. Not to say that she wasn't scrap at all, I discovered that the insensate looking forepart was zero but that, a front, a mask. She engaged lightly in all the conversations we had, and even got to be liked by my ex which was something I didn't expect. Even though carol and Isabel had many similarities, the deviation was that my ex-wife didn't wear a mask.

-Isabel's Way-

When Isabel and I decided that there was no Sir Thomas More advantage in staying married, we amicably decided to end it. There was no drama, and there was no crying. Eight days of marriage, and it ended like it started : just line, partnership, friendship. We were both in college, and she was four twelvemonth younger than me, a Portuguese external pupil. I graduated when she was still in her second year, when we got married. girl of the owner of a immense and traditional transport society, the xviii year old version of Isabel already knew what she wanted for life : being racy without working, and striking a deal with a hereafter hubby which she would plump for, provided that he let her be as independent as she wanted to be. Her circle and her dad's help would give me a huge advantage on launching my vocation, and someone should use all the potential that the influence of her family had since she was n't at all matter to in doing so. If we were n't so alike, we would probably be together still. We were both vernal, attractive - and fast-growing -, and even if the sex was conventional for the most of it, we figured out how to please each other without crossing any lines. Isabel was, and still is, a very beautiful char. 5'9"( 1,75m ), slender, a erstwhile ballerina, her skin was of a flawless Elwyn Brooks White, and her hair always long and absolutely Black. The cherry at the top were her silvern blue eyes.

I figured out after some months of matrimony that the merely way I could get at to the lowest degree close to the satisfaction of making her mislay ascendancy and somehow torturing her, as there wasn't a single masochistic vein in her body, was through the use of vibrators and alike. After some daily round of sex, mostly at days that we would just spend walking naked around the house and engaging in all different variety of sex positions, I would have her laying down in bed or in some very exposing emplacement and, usually pinning her hands with something - what she would normally try to kibosh in any other meter that not the post-sex indolence - use the various toys we had to make her occur non-stop. With time I started buying unlike and more potent stuff, and I would keep her coming for me so many times that I got all kinds of issue out of her : getting her out of breath, having her literally crying for me to stop, lay down her spurt all over the station ( which made her so embarrass and I loved it ), and the unforgettable and fatidic day in which she literally passed out. It took me more than forty seconds to bring her back, in which I thought I had killed my wife.

That was the day that I knew I really liked her and, as such, I had to let her go. We were not meant for each other, not like that. I would never establish her what she wanted, putting me into meekness in any possible way. I would also never be able to take what I wanted from her, and we were so sexually active that it was unfair to the both of us. As genitive as we were, an opened kinship never even came to heed.

We were both independent, controlling, self-centered, masochistic… It was a pity it was over, but it was also salutary that it was over. She could find individual that matched what she wanted, man or cleaning woman ( I had a notion it didn't make much difference for her ) to act with and I could find that one to be mine. We settled transferring 40 % of our troupe to her public figure, as well as our apartment downtown and the Mercedes that she loved. The important thing to me was keeping the majority of shares in the company, which would still save me completely in charge of the business organisation I based my living on and still occupied most of the thoughts I had in a day.

What surprised us was the many times we already had called each other for no apparent reason other than hearing each other 's voice.

-"Would you study precaution of me ? ..."-

We were both at the pier this morning. My founder wanted us to go with him on his racing yacht for a ride along the slide. I wasn't in the mood for it but, as always, I felt somewhat obligated to. Business reasons. Thankfully, Carolina didn't deprivation to go as well, as she said she always got sea sick - probably just a smart excuse to spend as trivial time as possible with my father, her trashy mom and all their bulgy, chauvinist friends.

"Bring her,"I heard my father grunt back to his bitch while heading for the private wharf beside the house.

"Come on, honey."Natalia, Christmas carol's mom, said while fixing the hilariously big beach hat over her head. She wore a light scandalmongering bikini that helped her tan look even more label. She was a gorgeous womanhood, I had to give her that. A gorgeously beautiful target, silicone breasts and the same combination of really fragile waist and wide hips I could see in her daughter.

"Mom, please… I'll feel sick again. You know that."Christmas carol tried to beg without losing the composure in front end of me.

"Take your nerdy toy dog and follow me, now."She said pointing to carol's bag, which apparently had a inner circle of Holy Scripture, a kindle and what looked like a thin laptop."There is absolutely no way I am leaving you alone in this house."

Carolina breathed deeply and, struggling, lifted her bag. I saw that as a very thoroughly opportunity to ditch them, so I took it.

"Natalia, I can take care of her if you want. I'm still hungover from last night, so it is probably best if I stay."She looked at me for a moment not knowing what to say, while carol looked at me surprised as I'd been ignoring her since I got to the house last dark. I knew Natalia was worried about my Fatherhood's chemical reaction, as he is not used to having his Holy Order contradicted, but I insisted."One of the reasons he used to convince me to come was to pass time with my family. I never had time to have a one on one with my little sister, so let me. It is going to be fine."

In fact the son of a gripe called me last minute and insisted for me to total because we had two business married person vacationing nearby and they asked for me. Then, as some sort of fast recapitulation of what was happening in his life, so I could pretend to be included in his family, he told me he had an eye surgery a month ago, which forced him to use sunglasses at all times, and told me that Carolina was seeing a head-shrinker and about to start on medication. Apparently, she was feeling heavily depressed and talking about suicide. It hit me as no surprise at all, as I felt the same in my spring chicken while living with him. What stopped me was thinking about my mom. If my mom was Natalia, though ...

Just the mention of the words ‘ lilliputian sister'made her face lit up instantly. I knew that was something she would never expect coming from me, and I would, just like Carol, try to do everything in my power to quell the fuck away from them for as long as possible.

"O-Ok. I'll talk to Normand. You two behave, ok ?"She said in an awkward joking tone, took her lowly and fancy sea bag, not even disguising the fact that she was happy for not having her girl around.

We watched her base on balls all the way through the turgid wooden pier to the racing yacht and disappear from passel before I looked at her."You don't need to piddle me fellowship if you don't want to, I was just helping you out. hold me this bag, it looks heavy. Let's go back to the house."

After we got back home plate I went to the pool with a bottle of my favorite whiskey and a pack of cigaret, sat on a chair in the shade and just relaxed for a spell. I didn't precaution about Carol's whereabouts or what she was doing, she was free to do whatever she wanted, even if it was setting the house on fire.

Curiously, she appeared at the pool wearing a white Bikini, a thin red beach wrap tied around her waistline and a stylish little hat on her head. She looked gorgeous, as always, with her igniter brownness fuzz moving with the current of air and her beautiful light tanned skin fitting so well her perfectly sculptured little dead body ; skinny overall, rounded and soft looking where it mattered. I think that was one of the reasons Brazilian women were so famous.

She sat at the chairwoman right beside me carrying her kindle.

"Do you mind ?"She asked.

I just gave her a quirky look, she smiled at me, something rare to see.

In two transactions we were talking. Initially, only trivialities. She was surprisingly fresh, as always and after a while I felt delighted to be talking to her, as she looked like she was having a upright metre as well. I started to imagine what a ignominy it all was, the life she had, trapped with those two and only being able to see her once or twice an twelvemonth at most and not being able-bodied to talk properly to her at all. For all I knew, they didn't let her have any money, she was home-schooled and her only friends were the girl of the disgusting hoi polloi those two have around.

Then, in the middle of the conversation, while she played with her fingers at the screen door of the Kindle, it lit up for a second showing her depository library. It was just for a indorse, so I couldn't see anything. Either way, she made a point of turning it off as soon as possible.

I grinned maliciously,"Can I tick on the books you are reading ?"I asked.

"Hmm…"She panted, frustrated.

"Come on. Who else you think can talk to you without being judgmental as fuck ?"

She looked at me for some seconds, winking, worried, frustrated. Then she just lit it up and handed it to me."Dom, can I trust you ?"

Her small hand trembled.

I took the reader while still looking at her. Could she ? What could it be at that library that would get her so trouble ? Home made artillery didactics ? Terrorism ? A hundred ways of killing yourself ?

"Yes, you can trust me,"I answered in the most reassuring way I could.

She took a deep breath and looked at me apprehensively while I browsed through her script. Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights ... The Mists of Avalon… Harry potter, cute… The hungriness Games… Twilight, ugh… What a wild mix, I thought, but absolutely nothing unnatural or weird… Until I fixed my eyes in one script cover : Fifty Shades of Grey. I have to be kidding me.

I saw her tensing up beside me as my indorsement probably changed. She had all the intensity and, after that, only books related to the subject : sex, bdsm, kidnapped girl taken by aphrodisiac abductor, girl in love with a evilness freak, girl caught by a mafia political boss, a fib of a slave young woman subjugated and consequently in love with her master… All of them looked really fantasized and cheesy, but even so… holy fuck.

I just looked at her. Carol's fount blushed scarlet and her eyes were down. I didn't know what to say mighty away, even though the reasons for her to read this kind of stuff were absolutely clean-cut to me. A convention person maybe would make water fun of her, or scold her. I wasn't a normal person, and I knew the habitation she came from.

"You don't need to be ashamed,"I said lightly, and she looked at me somewhat relieved, but still very embarrassed."Do you require to sing openly about it ? You can, if you want."I gave her her kindle back. The best she could do was to keep looking at the reviewer's screen, so I continued,"If I tell you something about me, can you reply me something about you ?"

She looked at me, slightly recomposed and looking interested for a second, then nodded.

"I am into this variety of hooey myself. I mean, not exactly that because what is written there is bullshit,"I laughed.

Her eyes opened wide-eyed,"You ?"Then she furrowed her brows,"crap ?"

"My time to ask motion,"I said and she sat up on her chair as mortal who prepares for a shock."Are you a virgin ?"

Carol blushed scarlet, but contained herself, like getting back to the always unimpressed Carol that I knew before. Then, looking me in the eye, she nodded.

"Ok,"I answered impassively as well. I already suspected that."Your turn."

"Why bullshit ?"

"Things don't bump this way, and especially not the way described in Fifty tint of Grey."

"How derive ?"

"The main role is not a masochist and she is trying to make a sadistic guy have it off her dorsum by pretending to be, changing him. The sex scenes are a joke, and so on… I don't want to say shit about something you like, I am just telling you that in real life things are really different."

"So you read the book ?"

"Yes, unfortunately, to have this Saami argument with Isabel."

"Is Isabel into this too ?"She asked wide-cut eyed.

"Not really, kind of… She has a lot of free time…"

"So you two…"

"No…"and then, as to bring in her more comfortable, I decided to parcel a little more."In a way, we are both Christian Grey. Got me ?"

"Oh… Oh !"She took one hand to her lips.

"This is one of the intellect we got divorced."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't be. It is what it is. We are still booster anyway."

"That's good. I like her."

"She likes you too. She said she saw a lot of herself in you. I don't know if this is good news though."I grinned, she laughed.

Then I spent at to the lowest degree xl minutes talking openly with her. Christmas carol was feeling more and more well-heeled with me, I said things and she listened attentively. I explained to her all I could the way I understand it. Why this kind of fake aggressive sex literature usually attracted citizenry who wanted a more active voice sex sprightliness, to fantasize, and that it had tremendous gist in people who felt constrained, stuck, close. I told her how, without being actively pursuing this satisfaction, things escalate to a certain degree of necessity for some variety of ‘ condom danger ’. I also told her that self-pity, self-degradation, and the feeling of hate towards oneself can lead to extreme feelings… And she followed my demarcation of thought. She knew I was, for the well-nigh of it, talking about her. I told her exactly what a sadistic person felt like, from my own experience, and what a masochistic individual usually was, also the wide array of things that can lead somebody to cause this personality.

"So this is what you are…"She said more to herself than to me.

"I am the pure affair. I don't want to follow the regulation of a community. I just demand somebody to give herself completely to me, to feel rewarded by succumbing to my will, to rejoice in all the pleasance, the pain, the feeling of being completely and ultimately exposed, fragile, open. In wages, she wouldn't have to worry about not a single thing in the world, because being mine, I'd take guardianship of her, all of her, fondness, consistency, and mind."

I stopped, getting out of my reverie looking at her to seize her reaction. She looked at me silently, the data sinking in. So I just added,"You will never be intimate what you are until you have it. You can storm yourself… Or not. Whatever it is, don't lose time pretending to be something that you're not."

After that I poured more whiskey for me and offered her some."Have you ever ?"

She smiled,"No… Nor should I."

"Just a sip. come on, let me be your first,"I joked.

She blushed, took the chalk from my paw, sipped lightly and coughed loudly. I laughed out loud as she gave me back the trash making a face.

"This is horrible !"

"As nigh good things in life, you have to get used to it. Then it is rewarding. Also as with most good things in aliveness, it is not for everyone,"I said while drinking almost the whole glass in a 1 gulp.

Again, she got the reference. I loved how smart she was.

Carol then got up,"I think I'll jump in the pocket billiards for a slight bit."Then she ceremoniously unfastened the beach wrapper from her shank, letting me see all her beautiful girly curves and slowly walked to the pool. While I admired her little body and thought about all we talked about, still worried if she had noticed how backbreaking I got throughout it, she stopped and looked back. For a moment she just stayed there. I didn't pretend not to be looking at her. For a instant we just looked at each former, until I raised my glass for her and smiled. She smiled back and jumped in the pool.

Soon the yacht returned and the theater was crowded. Every time we run into each early we would talk briefly, mainly making sarcastic comments about our visitors, about my dad, or her mom. Sometimes I would pick on her, sometimes she would pick on me back, which was unexpected, but I liked it.

After dinner I couldn't see her anymore, I didn't see when she went to her room upstairs, nor could I have her out of my head. So I stayed down the stairs drinking alone to try and put myself to an alcohol induced sleep later. This is when I made a turn on the corridor and there she was, in the dark, wrapped on a towel and nothing else.

-"... The way you said before"-

I felt good. Amazing, really. I decided to help her in the campaign of making this happen, and with one of my hands grabbing her firmly by the shank, I used the other to cover her oral fissure at the same clock time I felt my dick breaking through the absurdly tightness of her pussy.

"NNNNNnnnnnnggghhhh ! !"She wailed while feeling the pinch right there, my thickheaded tool ripping her virginity apart.

"That's it, baby girl. Now you are mine."

I started moving promptly in and out of her. For a moment it was knockout to think that this was actually happening, but her eminent pitched though cushy moan, and the oh-so-tight notion around my extremity were there to tell me yes, this was happening, and it was even better than I imagined.

"Nnnnghh-Nnnnnghhh-HHHmmph-NNNGGGUUHHH ! ! ! !"She started groaning more and more, sometimes I heard pleasure, sometimes I heard pain in the ass. Her altogether consistence rocked with my thrusting movements, her chest pressed against the wall. I wanted to root for on her hair, but I feared letting go of her lip and ruining everything.

My threat of giving her back to them was completely baseless. I would never do that. While feeling her flaccid, strong little body pinned by mine, and the way she trembled, the way she showed me everything she was feeling through her moans, groans, cries… Not trying to resist one single sentence, even when I mercilessly pushed myself inside of her… I was absolutely spellbind. Her tight little pussy was getting warmer and surfactant by the time, letting me reach further. I could feel the head of my peter already reaching the deepest parts of her, something that wouldn't happen with Isabel in this position, but carol was shorter, and felt completely different. Every sentence it got deeper and scraped on what I now imagined was her cervix, the minuscule daughter would grunt loudly and her little mitt would tremble, as would her everything else.

"NNnnnGH-NNnnnnhhh-GUUUUUUUH ! ! ! !"I started to become apparent that she wouldn't be capable to stop herself from really screaming in no time. She had already closed her slight hands into fists and unconsciously tightened the brawniness of her legs, pulling them a little bit closer. I felt her juices running down my putz, though. And again, she never even mentioned to actuate away from me, to make me stop, she just endured it. Absolutely no way I could hump what exactly she was feeling, apart from the pain of her virginity being stripped away and her young slit being vandalized as it was being.

To her luck, or mine, I couldn't hold much longer either. So I just let it go.

I pushed it deep inside of her, she got closer yet to screaming loudly, while I myself grunted, realizing everything interior of her, all of it.

When I moved back and stopped pressing her against the wall she instantly fell, hitch. I picked her and held her against me before she could hit the ground. My legs shook as it did her unit consistence. Her blink of an eye was fast, and we were both completely sweaty.

I touched her case, caressing her boldness while she still moaned softly, and I wiped some of her tears with my hand. When I could finally see her in the middle, I asked"Do you still require me to use up care of you ?"

"Yes ..."

Part II

-My Carol-

She still shivered in my weapon system, her human face snuggling my neck. Both of us catching up our breaths, I had a huge grinning on my face, something she couldn't see. She had said yes, not thinking twice, right after I had ravished her Virgin pussy. There were groan, there was annoyance, there was pleasure - mostly by my constituent, I presume -, there were tears, and, still, there was a yes. It was severe to believe.

I tenderly touched her face and made her feel at me.

"I need you to go take a exhibitor, clean yourself. Are you on the pill ?"I ordered and then I asked, with a voiced voice. metre to lease tutelage of her, as promised.

"I'm not, but you don't need to worry for at least three more days…"She replied looking down, embarrassed."I counted the days."

"So you had it all planned,"I assumed in a mocking tone.

She looked even more embarrassed… Then I felt her tense up in my arms.

"There is something that you are not telling me…"I said, seriously."You are with me now. You could evidence me anything before and I would still be by your side, you know that already. Now more than ever."

Carol looked at me, her optic still moist from tears, and she inhaled deeply, as if she was gathering courage to state me something. I bent slightly and kissed her tenderly on the sassing, taking from her what I thought to be her first-class honours degree osculation. She closed her center, and let it go under in for a second, then she inhaled deeply and said,"It's your father."

I froze for a second, and in the next everything made horse sense already. I felt a sudden urge to go on a higher floor and obliterate him, but I didn't. I had to understand what was happening. I know she was a virgin, but maybe I had mistaken all of this.

"Were you coming downstairs that way to meet him ?"I asked coldly.

"N-No… No ! He has been approaching me for some meter now, and I know what he wants. I know he wants to try something on this misstep. I can feel it. So…"She said with a choked voice.

"So you decided that I was a dear option,"I concluded for her.

"After our conversation earlier today… Yes,"carol looked to the side, ashamed."But I wasn't trying to bewilder myself on you, I promise. It's just… I couldn't sleep, and I wondered if you were downstairs still… I remember you watching me at the pool, and again at the political party. I'm young, but I know when I man wants me. I told myself that if you tried anything, I would let it happen,"she concluded. She looked so beautifully ashamed, and embarrassed… I loved it.

"I told you that you wouldn't know if you liked it unless you tried…"

"Yes…"

"Did it spite ? I mean, more than you expected ?"I asked, and then I grabbed her face, my fingers pressing her cheeks firmly and turned her brass to me. She couldn't bear looking at me."I want you to look me in the eyes. Obey."

She complied,"Yes."

"Did you like it ? Me hurting you ?"

Carol couldn't say it. She just looked at me, her eyes full. It was prison term for her to assume what she was, and even though her wet pussy was answer enough for me, I wanted her to go through this. She had to understand what being a submissive meant. Right now, that meant assuming openly that she enjoyed being abused and hurt by me.

She bit her lip and furrowed her forehead. Christmas carol looked so absurdly cute right now, the weak browned bangs of her hair falling over her middle, all ashamed and not knowing what to do, miles away from the always composed offspring female child with the unceasing uninterested look I knew from before. Even for a more mature, experienced woman, talking about thing openly like this would be a fiddling too much. For her it was influencing directly on the way she would see sex - and herself - for the rest of her sprightliness.

Did I regret pushing her like this ? Never, but I felt an extreme affection for her rightfulness now, her fiddling soundbox still trembling in my blazon, where I could finger her soft, ship's boat skin, and the way her completely ego was shaking. I took her hands and passed her arms around my neck, then I reached for her pert, beautiful ass and I lifted her, making her flip her legs around my waist. She gasped. I put her against the paries again, on her back, and I got my brass close to hers, my sass lightly touching hers. Her small knocker pressed on my dresser, her intemperately nipples grazing on my skin.

"I won't let him do anything to you, I promise, no matter what your answer is,"I told her."But you have to tell me. Now."

Christmas carol gasped, then she looked me in the centre, and said"I can't know… I can't disagree what was… Sex and what was pain… But yes, I liked it."She took a deep hint and continued, looking down again,"Yes, I'd let you do this to me over and over again if I could."

"So you are a trivial whore after all… My little working girl,"I said while kissing her again, slowly, guiding her to part her lips and let me explore her tasty piddling oral cavity with my tongue.

She didn't know what to do at first, but surprisingly, even with all the risk of getting caught, I wasn't in a rushing. I took my time, and I let her estimate out how kissing a man properly worked. Locked between me and the paries, my arms and hands all over her little body, Carol started feeling more than unwind, even her breathing went back to normal. Soon I was surd again.

"Babe, I am going to get laid you again,"I whispered in her ear.

She gasped loudly, already feeling the tip of my peter touching her genitalia, then she laid her head on my shoulder, looking at me, completely at relief."Do I deserve love ?"

I smiled."Is that you asking me to be mollify to you ?"

"Dom… No."Her voice back to her master copy whispery silky interpreter."I don't caution if it hurts. It's deserving it."

"Is it worth it escaping my Father of the Church ?"I adjusted my position so the tip of my cock was at the entree of her warm, hurt pussy.

"It is worth it being yours. I believe you when you say you'll take attention of me. Can you show me the remainder one day ? Aaaaauughh ! ..."She groaned beautifully when I used her body weight to transfix her with my cock again, first the head, and then forcing her down, pushing more in."Guuuuuuhh ! Ahhhhhh !"She nestled her facial expression on my cervix again, visibly resisting not to ask me to stop, or to cry and stir up up the entire house.

"I will show you how sex without pain workplace, just not today. That is not possible while you are still a Virgo. I'll show you everything…"I said starting to impress in and out of her, her young twat viciously gripping my cock."I will make you taste every single kind of joy imaginable."

I moved her up and down, moved my pelvis to realize the motility consistent, hard, rough. Almost my altogether duration moving in and out of her. She held me closely around the neck opening while groaning beautifully, painfully. Panting, she showed me through her voice when it was hurting… And soon I could feel pleasure in her part. Probably due to the fact that I was trying to ward off going too deep inside of her now, hitting her cervix. I was capable to give her what she wanted after all, and I couldn't say that she didn't deserve it. carol's groans and cries through gritted teeth immix with moans in her less urgent purring vocalization. We could listen the sloshing, sucking stochasticity her twat produced. In and out, in and out inside my little baby, my minuscule woman of the street, my plaything.

I felt my cock starting line to pulsate again almost at the same time her groan started to go Sir Thomas More and more urgent and I felt her scratch to jerk inside, something new to me. It was like she was spasming already, cumming. Her moans stopped, her breathing also, she just hugged me with all her strength and throw off all over while I kept fucking her mercilessly, deeply, while her pussy forcefully stretched again to let me in, all of me. I felt myself cumming and I grunted, jolting once again while hitting difficult against her so accessible cervix. When I felt the terminal of it coming I pushed it deep, punishing inside of her, non-stop, until I got abstruse than I had been once before.

Carol only trembled, her arms and legs tensed around me, piffling and undistinguishable moans coming out of her mouth"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah… ”. I pulled my cock out of her slowly and when the big, bulbous head of my prick popped out of her, she gasped. She seemed in jounce somehow, crisp, short-circuit breaths, closed centre and no other chemical reaction, even when I touched her face and asked her if she was alright. She took a prospicient minute to get along back to me, still spasming, convulsing almost, so I decided to take her to my way. Fuck it if somebody saw the cum and blood on the flooring or her white towel on the floor before I could occur back to take caution of it.

I laid her sideways in my bed, her head in my pillow. Her pussy and legs, just like my cock and my own peg were a muddle, cum, but mostly blood, everywhere. I filled my bathtub with nice and hot water and went back to take her. She was awake, but wasn't talking to me. Carol looked at me through half exposed eyes, her foresighted and deep whip hiding nigh of it, her full-of-the-moon red backtalk parted and shaking. I laid her down on top of me in the bathtub and she winced, crying when the weewee touched her near individual part, relaxing only after a good thirty seconds.

I just ran my hired hand all over her, exploring every single inch of cutis of her amazing short dead body, while I said soothing words on her ear, telling how perfect she was, what a good oeuvre she had done by not screaming while I fucked her tight little puss for the showtime clip, and saying how surprised I was to feel her reaching an sexual climax with me. I had never heard of a girl reaching an orgasm by penetration on her first of all night, especially in a situation like this. Also reassuring words, letting her know that I meant everything I said. I was very satisfied, and I couldn't ask for more than this, so I just tended to her, caressed her, cleaned her, but she never came back to me completely that dark, nor did I want to. Exhausted, Carol fell asleep inside the tub while I caressed her, then laid numbly on my bed when I dried her. I rolled her on one of my comforters and silently brought her to her bed. I never meant to really wake her up.

"I hope you don't rue this in the morning,"I whispered while kissing her expert night.

"... Never."She answered in an almost inaudible mumble.

-It's a new day, it's a new life-

It was still two in the morning when I decided to call Isabel because one, a small-scale share of me felt like I had betrayed her, even though we got a divorce two weeks ago. Two, I had to distinguish her the programme I made while still cryptic inside Carol.

I didn't care, I just called her. If she didn't pickax up, it would be delicately. If she said I was dotty for calling her at this time and hour, it would be fine. If she cursed me for even suggesting what I had in psyche, fuck it, I'd try it any way. She could telephone the police on me for all I cared, it would still be Charles Frederick Worth trying.

"Hello."Isabel picked up before twice, and she sounded pretty very much awake.

"Hey Bells. It doesn't phone like I woke you up."

"You didn't. I was absolutely awake… Thinking,"she sounded different somehow, restrained ...

"I have to narrate you something,"I said, before she could ask me not to call her again.

"Me too, and I would like to start, if you let me…"She said, her spokesperson composure and warm in a way I couldn't think of hearing before.

"Ok. Go ahead. But, please, whatever it is, let me tell you what I want later. treat ?"

"Deal."

And then the call option went silent. I could only try her breathing.

"Isabel ? Are you still there ? ``

"Dom, you know how hard it is for me to compromise, to change in any way. It is hard for me to guess that there 's something missing in me… So it was arduous to make this decision ..."

She was telling me her rationality for the divorcement again, probably trying to explain why I shouldn't call her anymore and make this even harder. I couldn't diaphragm remembering the first clip I saw her, that stunningly beautiful Portuguese exchange scholarly person, how our pastime lined up immediately, how complimentary spirited and how concentre she was in making the domain bow to her will. She was the most beautiful young woman I had seen in my full sprightliness, the way that her porcelain peel contrasted her absolutely black, sleek and longsighted hair, and her silvery center always keen, always smart… After eight year, now, I was losing her for real.

"Bells…"

"Dom, let me finish please. This is already hard enough as it is,"she said, her demanding musical note back for a second, yet I had never heard so much emotion in her words before, not even when we sat to blab about the divorce for the start clock time."I'll try to be direct… Dom, I want our liveliness back. I want you back, and if that means letting you do whatever you want to me, you have it. You can bend me inside out for all I know as long as it means being back together,"she finished with a shivering voice.

Fuck.

Isabel told me how alone she felt without me, how she always thought we were together because of the deal alone, and how she felt she was wrong. Thinking straight, it was very hard to believe that two people would be together for eight years based on a bargain alone. Also, when that fatidic night happened, when she passed out because I forced her to have non-stop orgasms and two weeks later we filed divorce, Isabel admitted to having felt really scared for a long time. Then she admitted to me that she couldn't stop thinking about that night.

I was having trouble believing that that was actually happening, and I still had my plan to tell her. I wanted to go back to her immediately. Just the thought of having Isabel at my clemency, finally, was making me gaga. But I could do even better, for me and for her. Now I had Christmas carol. Now *we* had carol, I just had to convince her both that this could work, which I was certain I could.

-In the morning-

I woke up and looked at myself in the atomic number 47 framed torso mirror at the room I was at. It felt like I was a different person today. All of my most primitive person instincts were awakened last night, everything I understood as being me was out there for the two char of my life history to see. I looked at the mirror to see the guy that was bringing two of the most beautiful adult female to grace this satellite to their knees.

What I saw was the like thirty-two year old guy, with brown hair combed back without a line, cold green eyes, and a trimmed body molded by class of fighting practice and

There were six the great unwashed at the wooden table on the porch that morn having breakfast. My begetter and his cocotte of a married woman, Natalia. Carol, who had the most impressive poker game face I had ever seen, as cypher would ever guess that pretty young girl elegantly sitting there having french toasts, was being harassed by an old son of a bitch that pretended to be her father, had been psychologically abused by her mother since birth, and, especially, that she had been brutally ravished finally night at the corridor right future to this very same board. Corridor that I went back to scavenge yesterday after talking to Isabel on the phone for some good two hours. Also, there were a mates of my beginner's friends with us. They had spent the night here, in one of the guest elbow room at the first stratum because they were too drunk to aim two blocks down the street.

So I was fucking Carol against the rampart of their room without knowing it. Apparently they were drunk enough to communicate out… Or they are as respectable as Christmas carol in hiding what they know.

My father was already inviting everybody for another trip on his yacht, and I noticed how tense Carol got immediately. So I took the opportunity to use the visitors to my advantage."Father-God, I won't be able to keep company you. Isabel is coming here, she arrives in one hour or less. It seems like my wedding has not ended yet."

My promulgation was followed an unison"Oh !"of commendation and fudge fervour. I saw Carol's eyes widen, staring at me, almost in shock absorber. What didn't helper her maintain a strict grimace when I followed with"So I would also ask you to let Christmas carol here to make me company while she arrives. You know my married woman loves all of you, but she has exceptional affection for my sister."

This was honest. The last meter they saw each other, Carol wouldn't leave Isabel's English unless her mother came and demanded that she followed her to go entertain her dolt guests. Even so, it was all over my father's case how untrusting he was. I didn't guardianship, as long as he let her stoppage. I would insist if he didn't.

But he did. After the guests, The Thompsons, came to congratulate me on fixing my wedding, he wouldn't spoil the mood by contradicting me and forcing her daughter to go on a slip with them in which, they already knew, she would get sick.

They left. I passed quickly by carol on my way to the kitchen and told her to go change to make me party at the pool. As distraught as she looked, she obeyed. I got to the kitchen and called Edgard, or gaffer of staff, told him that the yacht slip would take at to the lowest degree three hours and that both him and the rest period of the employees were off for the morning. I also told him that I'd be at the pocket billiards, not to be disturbed. He understood the seriousness of my tonus, nodded, and disappeared from ken, along with all the former three or four staff members.

carol came back on her white bikini only, no kindle or beach wrap today. She had a cold flavor on her boldness and sat beside me without looking me in the heart. It was obvious that she felt give away. I calmly sipped on my whiskey, and let her halt in muteness by my face for about five minutes.

"Nothing's changed,"I said, finally looking at her.

"How can you say that ?"She answered, still looking forward, square face but tears in her eyes.

"carol, Isabel knows. She knows it all."

The untested girl looked at me, her optic wider than ever, brim parted in surprise.

"I called her yesterday to say her about you, but she wants me back. I told her that the lone way for this to happen is to take on you in our lives. Come here."I said tapping on my lap. She breathed deeply, looking reluctant."Come, don't make me ask again."

She got up, took three steps, and sat on my lap. I pulled her closer, made her lay down over my chest and caressed her yearn and wavy Robert Brown hair.

"I won't let you go, you are mine. You are meant to detain with me."

"B-But how ? You have Isabel !"Her balmy vocalisation sounded lost, betrayed.

"You just have to let Isabel have you too, and I'll have you both."

She put her hands over my thorax and propped herself up a bit to look me in the heart,"What ?"She asked with her face full in incredulity.

"Exactly what you heard. I want you both, and after I told her exactly who you are, she wants you as well. If you follow my instructions, you'll be living with us in no meter and we will all suffer what we wished for. We'll give you a wonderful sprightliness, anything you ever dreamed about, as long as you belong to us. What do you say ?"I finished while holding her by the waist, my surd on completely detectable beneath her, and then I kissed her softly on the lips.

With her brass still close, or nozzle touching, she whispered"Yes. If Isabel would throw me."

"She will, there's no way she can refuse you if I couldn't."

It took one hour for Isabel to get there. I took this prison term to ca-ca Christmas carol tell me anything she knew, whatever she could, about my father and the way she treated her, what she had already done to her and how she was so sure he wanted to bed her. As I told her not to book anything, so she did. She told me of every single time he"not intentionally"touched her body, her pert and beautiful posterior or her little and beautiful untried bosom. Carol told me he used to get inside her bedchamber while she changed dress as soon as she had her world-class geological period, that he would even walk inside her bathroom while she showered, pretending he was just giving her orders that couldn't wait her to terminate before they were heard, and that he had a monthly paper from her woman's doctor, a admirer of his, that would differentiate him thoroughly every single item of the visit. It was one other way he found to be sure she would stay a virgin. Keeping the lady friend locked inside the house, being home-schooled, not giving her any money ever and tracking her virtual life using companionship resources weren't enough. All of those were selective information valuable to me and made me indisputable of what I had to do.

When Isabel finally got there, there was an undeniable mix of tactile sensation. I was curious on how this would go, I couldn't decipher Isabel's expression, and carol, even though she visibly tried hard not to, looked absolutely nervous. Isabel walked to the pool wearing her big and stylish black sunglasses, a sparkle sleeveless gray blouse, and a loaded and black designer recording label twain of pants. Tall, slender, gorgeous and intimidating as always to other women, Carol stayed where she was, sitting on her lily-white pool chair, while I got up and walked to my once-again-wife.

I wrapped her in my arms, her waist as reduce as always, and I kissed her, what she reciprocated immediately."I missed you,"I said.

"I missed you too,"she said back, and looked at Carol from over my shoulder,"Hi, Carolina."

"Hi… Isabel,"carol replied not knowing how to react.

Isabel inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, and then she asked,"Can I spill to her for a bit ?"

"What, without me ?"I asked.

"Yes, without you. Do you require this to chance or not ?"She one-half scolded me, half provoked me.

"Ok. Do as you wish. Just be careful…"

She glared at me,"Don't you trust me ?"

"With my life,"I answered and let her go her way to Carol, while I went back to the house to get the bottle of whisky. I felt like I would need the intoxicant soon.

Before I left I could see Carol looking at me with her widened, terrorize eye, not knowing what to do. I wanted to help her go through this as easily as possible, but there was no other way I could make this go my way if I didn't let Isabel act. Also, I did trust her. If I was right about this, if she really had sake in carol, she would seduce her correct away. I just hoped she did.

When I got to the kitchen I filled my glass again and sat for a arcminute on a hot seat, just reminiscing about the lecture we had yesterday. I was already very excited about trying all the brainsick thing I always wanted with carol, and now I had Isabel. The woman which I knew and loved every single inch of her marvelous white skin, and that I had for eight years but never allowed me to suffer with her more than good sex. She let me give birth her ass only once, and she hated it. She would stop me and complain any time she would sense any pain, no topic how slightly. Isabel was about joy only. She was averse to anything she considered painful, gross or beneath her, which looked like she does, coming from an absurdly rich home who treated her like a princess and being so self-confident, having so high-regard about herself, I understand. Then she calls me and tells me that it is all in the past, that she would abide by with anything I wanted to do to her. She used the give-and-take anything. Then the Son whenever. If this worked out, I'd be in heaven. My heaven, where my women groan in sweet hurting and cry in overwhelming pleasure.

I went back after around ten minutes, and the sight I had got me very hopeful. The miss were in a tight, loving embracement, Christmas carol's facial expression resting on Isabel's beautiful chest.

Isabel waved to me,"Dom, feeling at what I found !"she said playfully, then kissed carol in the lips, which made the miss look very embarrassed, but made her smile shyly,"Can we keep her ?"

I got to my death chair and sat down. What a beautiful stack those two were, absolutely different from each other and, yet, as gorgeous. They walked towards me still in each other's weaponry. Isabel put one hand on her hip and asked,"How can we please you right now, my love ?"

I grinned, sipped on my whiskey, and opened my short pants, my big putz standing proud for them to see."I can think of something."

Isabel looked at Carol,"Are you up for it ? Can you use this beautiful mouth of yours ?"

Blushing heavily, Christmas carol replied,"I never tried…"

"Go on. Dom is a good teacher. I'll take care of you while you learn. Good activeness should be rewarded."

I looked at Isabel not knowing what she was talking about, but laughing, very pleased to where this was going.

carol came to me, swaying her gloriously all-encompassing hip, pushed her hair back, out of the way and bent over my crotch, her hands to the sides of the chair. She looked me in the eye for a consequence, as if asking if she should, to what I obviously nodded yes.

She then lowered her head and kissed the tip of my throbbing stopcock, to which I moaned. Then she licked it, twice, until she felt Isabel unfastening the sides of her bikini pantie behind her, which made her depend back, from over her shoulder, gasping.

"Focus on what you're doing,"Isabel ordered with her beautiful, but thundery voice, always so confident,"No issue what you feel, don't stop. I want him cumming in your mouth before I make you come."

Fuck. Me.

That was it. It was happening. I knew it.

carol looked at me again, eyebrow arched and up."deglutition it."I ordered. She parted her rim and put all she could inside her hot sassing. I moaned again, loudly. With the panties out of the way, Isabel knelt behind the vernal girl and made Carol groan beautifully on my cock with the very first off touch of her tongue on her young kitty."I hope you don't mind if you taste my cock in there, Bells."I said mockingly, sipping my whisky, and letting out an casual moan while Carol tried thing with her tongue.

Isabel looked at me from above Carol's beautiful butt,"You know I like the taste of your cock. And… I have to tell you… She tastes amazing."Then she went back to suction and nibbling on our fille's slit, making her groan more and more.

I put my hand over Carol's chief and started moving her up and down, slowly, making her bob her head to the yard I wanted. She started choking every time my hammer went deep inside her mouth, but as the good lady friend she was, she never stopped. By the time I felt myself coming, Isabel already made Carol moan loudly, unashamed, but trembling all over. She came almost at the same time I did, convulsing beautifully and fighting for air while I forced her to drink all of my cum. I came hard, even harder than yesterday, forcing my tool as deep as I could at the end and making her ejaculate up choking, gasping, panting.

Soon as had carol laying on top of me and Isabel sitting right beside me. I could feel Christmas carol's gustation while we kissed, as passionately as ever.

I couldn't waiting to play those two base, where we could get going having even more fun.

I just had to get rid of my father .