“ Are you for sure this is the rightfulness place for your merging dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old house for ages. The two story dilapidated house looked locked up stringent. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a draught under my dame. I hated wearing this pudding head plaid skirt and Edward D. White blouse but the Woodward schooling for little girl was the upright in the surface area. And a school uniform was part of the package. At least I wore the ankle length chick instead of the knee length giving me a little tribute from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a moment, Sarah. I was told that I might experience to wait for a few mo since the offices are in the basement."My dad brought my attention back to him and the door. I noticed he was fidgeting, I don't think I've ever seen him fidget before. mustiness be an authoritative node he needed to get papers from. My gaze wandered around as he rang the bell 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 question my father on his motives if you wanted to have a peaceful evening. Maybe he has a treat…

The room access was opened by one of the biggest men I think I've ever seen. Standing more than 6 feet magniloquent he had the spacious shoulders of a man that lifts weights or performs physical task regularly. Even though father said that this was a domicile federal agency I thought it odd that the man was dressed in nothing but a twain of blue jean. I also had to wonder what form of business the man was in to be able to jade his hair so long and have a number of tattoos.

I was pulled from my contemplation when I felt my father's hand on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not have heard something he had told me. I started to pull in my arm away but he held onto it firmly. When I looked at him he had that expression on his face that said that I'd screwed up majorly and was about to be punished. Other than being lost in thought, which usually irritated him, I had no hint what I'd done.

"Dad ?"I croaked. Getting a set down in forepart of a stranger was no picnic in my family as my forefather could be ruthless. The later foundation and chore were by far more palatable than his archetype scolding.

"Listen to me. And listen well. This is John the Evangelist ; 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 Church Father's bag tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a minuscule shake.

"What do you intend ?"I'm sure they could hear my heart trouncing in my chest. And the brief look at John the Evangelist didn't help. He didn't face that friendly when he answered the door, but now he had a menacing smiling on his face as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask query !"My founder gave another shake."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by John the Evangelist. You will take heed to him as if it were me giving you orders or program line. 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 tears in my heart that had started when his handle had tightened on my arm. I'm not even certainly I noticed. I can't contemplate what it is that my founder wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my Padre to merit being punished. Not to mention how I'm going to be working off my punishment. The last"body of work"penalisation was two weeks working at my father's eatery scrubbing every story and airfoil including every crevice with a toothbrush. I think he got that from a moving-picture show. And what is this about my sis Susan ?

"I'll be back for her in 6 hours. I expect that will be plenty of time, John ?"My father 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 enough clock time to get what I want."can answered with a sly smiling to my don.

"Very well. call back the agreement."My father was cut off in mid-sentence as St. John the Apostle stepped in presence 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 Holy Scripture were severely."You will be compensated. seed along Sarah. walk into the household and turn left at the starting time door. take the air in and support in forepart of my desk. Then I will explain what your"duties"will be while you are here."The last was said with a dark smirk.

"pop ?"

"GO !"He pushed me toward the room access and released my arm."Remember, if you fail to follow you and your sis will be punished !"With that he turned on his heal and returned to his car.

I watched my Fatherhood for a secondly as he pealed out of the drive before noticing John was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order. Turning to embark the house hoping that I'd be doing cipher more ho-hum than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the movement threshold. Making my feet move again toward the room access can told me to introduce I got a good flavour at the Interior Department of the sign. If the outside was decrepit, to say the interior was unsparing and well decorated was an understatement. The room on the right field was richly decorated. It boasted floor to ceiling book subject filled with Greco-Roman hard binding. The desk I stopped in front of was huge. Made of dark Natalie Wood with a crimson desk rap sheet it was striking. Two large plush emerald green chairs for node were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one John the Evangelist stopped me with a script on my arm.

"Instructions were to stomach in social movement of my desk Sarah."

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the word sir he grinned a picayune. As if it amused him to be called sir. I resumed standing in front of his desk between his two chairs. His bearing relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't help cerebration that he looked like a"bad boy"the girls at school giggled over. Not that we've seen any boys ... Bad or otherwise. A buck private all-girls school that I've attended for the last 14 years brought new substance to the watchword strictly supervised. Even at eighteen I've never had a boyfriend. Hard to hold a swain when you have a watchdog 24/7.

My warmness stopped at the thought… why did my beginner dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really nervous until now. I wiped my deaden palms on my skirt as I wondered why my father had left me alone with a man unknown quantity 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 center I'd ever seen. Startled by the thought since the look trick held was very serious and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would like me to start.

"Do you cognise why you are here ? Why your father brought you here ?"King John interrupted.

I slowly shook my head."No. I assume I'm here to work for you ? My father sometimes punishes me with humble job such as office staff work or manual labor."

At this John's face transformed into a smiling. Not a funny smile. His shameful shoulder length pilus and moody looks reminded me of what a pirate might wait like."No. You're not here for that. Let me get with the basics. As your Padre 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 find my tenderness beat harder. My hands find my annulus again trying to rid myself of the moisture that keeps forming on my palms.

"Good. continue her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to start me. I jumped slightly and took a step back."Stop ! 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 idea is racing. Susan ? What does he mean ? Why am I here if not to work off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his hired man fall on my berm. 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 import to empathise what the object I'm centering on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a cock before Sarah ?"John's watchword are whispered near my ear. His hired hand have moved to stroke my long red hair off my shoulder so all falls down my back.

I'm shocked. I can't motion though I feel his helping hand gently moving on my shoulder and down my hair's-breadth. The… member. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a bleak marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a moving-picture show of one and it was a little son. This isn't a little boys ’. This one is about 8 in long and the diam is a little smaller than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My shaking increases and my knees feel weak.

"Why,"barely escapism in a stifled gasp.

"You are here to pay your fathers debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His hands move down my shoulders and around to the nominal head of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top button of my shirt my hands move to stick his automatically.

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

My hands bead back to my sides and I can feel the first few release of my shirt unfasten. For the first fourth dimension I notice the way has begun to cool. I can feel the coldness across my sternum as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the thought process and touch racing through my intellect that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front of me. For a minute the surprisal is a happy one. My father's partner is standing in straw man of me with a gentle smile on his face.

"Hello, wife. Oh, I should say future wife."He whispers softly as his script cups my face.

"Kevin ! Please, help me. Pay him, or how very much 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 opinion won't cast a cohesive thought. turncock ... wife ... debt ... father ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippets of thinking rush around my mind. All the while I feel… scared ... weak kneed… dread ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my lovely Sarah."Kevin's hand motion from cupping my face to stroke down the side of my neck. I shiver as his hand reaches the valley in between my breasts just above my bra that St. John the Apostle has now exposed. Kevin uses his other hand to open my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe safety my interest. Keep your sassing shut no more talking. John Lackland will excuse shortly. First we need to get you quick to pay Roberts debt. Be a good girlfriend and stand still."At that docile smile turned into a grin I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

can's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three clit below my bra and has moved his hands up to hold the shirt subject for Kevin. Kevin moves his manus lazily around the loving cup of my bra. My manpower jerk involuntarily as he reaches his hands insides the cupful of my bra and pulls out my chest. John helps by pulling the cups down and under my chest. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my breast and keeps them"up ”. The sang-froid air causes the pap to prickle and harden.

I can't not conflict. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to advertise at Kevin with my hired man. John at my spine locks his weapon system around my waistline to subdue me and Tell Kevin to call Henry Martyn Robert and get Susan over here.

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

"Kneel !"Saint John tells me as he lets go of me and backs away a footstep. I dropped to my stifle in strawman of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye level with the bulge of his crotch."out-of-doors your shirt back up and tuck it so it won't close again. display Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to restrain my breasts bare trick puts his hand on my shoulders and forces my articulatio humeri back. When I'm done I drop my manpower back to my sides.
"Very pretty Sarah."Kevin input as he runs a fingertip over each nipple."But if we are going to forgive your piddling burst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's words I feel Saint John the Apostle motion closer to my back. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the rachis of my head with his legs and knees supporting my back. He hands Kevin a short equitation harvest I hadn't noticed before and the international nautical mile in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your paw behind your rear and keep open them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top fleshy component of my breasts. When I have my custody behind my back he moves the crop to the mamilla that are still hard in the cool air. I shiver feeling the gelidity in the air.

"Do not affect. motility and I will call in Henry M. Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my head back to looking at my case. Before he finishes the prison term I hear a"whoosh"and feel the air motion in front line of me. It takes a secondment for the pain to cross-file before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my head back I don't think I could own stopped myself from doubling over. The pain in the ass in my right on nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper safety valve. I'm afraid to scream.

John is still holding my forefront back with one script in my hair as he moves the other one down to my right nipple that he gently caresses at outset. That fondle feeling like fervour. When he takes his pollex and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I scream from the pain. Looking at John the Divine I see a quenched smile cross his face.
"Now that has me tough 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 head and motions for me to stand.
"Just a picture of a niggling son ’."I whimper as I get to my foot and stand in front of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

"Have you let a man tactile sensation you at all Sarah ?"Kevin moves behind the desk and sits in the chair there."Are you still my virgin bride ?"This is asked with a wickedly vicious 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. St. John check ?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't tone at me. Please.. I'll do whatever you want."I plead. rip 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 news report from yesterday's little visit. So unless you work fast you still have"MY"hymen. And you'll still have it after John gets done with you. Though I doubt you'll find very virginal. I think the first off hammer any adult female should see is her husbands. Although not as generous as our friend Gospel According to John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the chair and undid the fastenings on his slacks. Lowering his Jockey shorts he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his mitt hid it for the most part I could recite it was only slightly small-scale than the statue behind him. When my face paled he grinned even magnanimous and moved his deal so I could get a salutary view of it.

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

My pelvic off-white was pushing into the desk. My first thought was if they were going to use a knock to spank me. poor fish. I felt my skirt being lifted up and the nerveless air on the backbone of my thighs. I can feel trick's hired man tucking my tenacious skirt up into the vertebral column of my waistband. Careful not to tinct me he lowers my livid cotton panties to the bed of my coffin nail. The feeling makes me shiver with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to larrup me at this point. The unsound I could think of was a whiplash or a cane. Bent in this spot I could only gaze at Kevin while he stroked his erecting and watched Saint John the Apostle doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustle of textile and the moving of a chair. When I tried to appear behind me Kevin grabbed my whisker and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do think back what will befall if you fail to submit ?"Kevin asked jerking my headspring up to forgather his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a firm clench 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 kickoff blast. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

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

"That's right slight young lady. I butt screw virgins. And call up about this. That marble stopcock on the shelf ? Is an exact duplicate of my rooster. Just not quite that hard. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't move. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's face. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. pucker your lips up and give Kevin a candy kiss. A girl's first kiss should always be with her husband. right on Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't fight them. I feel my butt cheeks clench as he rubs his hard-on in between my cheeks. He feels big. Bigger than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as John says and public press my lips together for Kevin's kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? dullard thought at a sentence like this. I can see my arms trembling. I must be shaking pretty bad.

"candy kiss it."Instead of bending to osculate me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in front of me."Pucker up and kiss my shaft little young lady. Our first kiss."The tip of it brushes my backtalk a few prison term before he pulls back."Part your lips a fiddling and stick out your tongue. A picayune French people kiss."I wet my mouth and do as he said. It feels unearthly and tastes salty. He leaves it there a minute and tells me to move my tongue up and down. After a couple of picture show of my tongue he moves back and sits down in the chair.

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

"motility the mirror and sit to the side."bathroom instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a floor length mirror over in front of me. Hiding the hideous marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and snap up the thing handing it to John who sits it down in my computer peripheral vision."Don't headache minuscule girl. It won't be the first cock to jazz your ass. And it won't be the last to have intercourse you either."He chuckles a picayune with the death gossip. My hands grip the boundary of the desk hard. As if I could pull myself away from his awful weight unit.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a view of me to his right and the mirror to his left. He takes both handwriting and gather my fuzz so that it drapes over my bequeath articulatio humeri. His will deal sketch stroking his erection while he buries his correctly mitt in my hair and saccade my question so that I face the mirror. In it I can see trick still lying over my back supporting some of his weight with his elbows as he watches me. As he watches my face. Kevin gives John the Divine a little nod.

"You will face the mirror. Kevin will facilitate you to call back. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will celebrate your centre open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my trivial friend to your right."As he levers himself up I can see his affair sticking up between the cheeks of my ass. The mirror is tilted in such a way that I can see the top of my keister. He slides it along my tornado a span of clip before he steps back and snap up a bottleful off the chair he moved beside the desk. The acquit liquid he squirts into his hand isn't much. Maybe dime sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He scuttlebutt 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 strike or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I miserable my head a piffling just meaning to gather a piffling relief from the stock on my arms.

"aspect like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tone snaps my foreland up faster than he can use my pilus to deplumate my pass back up. When I open my backtalk to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be better than our nuptials night if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to keep your cerise until the vows are said."

looking for back at the mirror I let my gaze lose nidus. Not seeing anything clearly in hope that it will cause this a little more bearable. Behind me lav moves my base apart about 6 inches and I can finger him actuate my Andrew Dickson White cotton wool panties to keep back my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my cheeks. Putting a hand on either fundament boldness he uses his thumbs to pull my cheeks apart. I feel him switch a minuscule before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't help it. My gaze snaps back into direction and I start to excite my head but right now Kevin has a tight delay on my hair and I can barely locomote. Kevin is focused on what john'doing and barely observation. The mantra"don't fight"is a litany in my school principal. I know nothing will end this. If I don't submit they'll just force me and my sister. That was my last coherent thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him grip my cheeks and the press as he pressed his hips forward. For a instant I was relieved. It felt strict and hard and the burning at the stake pressure as he pushed into me was atrocious but not unendurable.

"Here it comes picayune girl."He jerked his hips forward. I couldn't assist it. I screamed as my back bowed and a pain so sharp traveled up my spikelet in an heartbeat. After a few seconds the excruciating pain that had traveled up my spine passed and I could finger the burning at the stake pain in my cigarette. Only Kevin's hired hand in my hair's-breadth kept me facing the mirror and I'm not sure I kept my eyes open. Panting for breath with binge streaming down my cheeks I realized that John the Evangelist hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my regard I see privy with a big smiling watching me.
"That's one cherry tree down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just scream for me."I felt John withdrawal a piddling and the burning at the stake nuisance was bearable. Until in the adjacent minute John stilled."Look at me Sarah."He said. When I did his clutch on my ass shifted to my hip joint and beat back his erection into my bottom as firmly, fast, and far as he could. This meter the pain was Thomas More acute as I felt him effort as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't aid but to jactitate and Kevin was there to keep from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as tears streamed down my brass.

"Are you in buddy ?"Kevin asked John.

"the pits no ! About three quarters. She's got a tight little asshole. I can't trust how much pain sensation she can take. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 arcminute ride out of her. She's too stringent. hold back her steady I'm ready to ride her hard."With that John pushed my shoulders 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 strangled cry from my lips and they just laughed. It felt like… I don't know. It was so painful and it burned.. He pulled out and drove back in ... The pain this sentence was one-half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to say myself to just catch one's breath through it .