“ Are you sure as shooting this is the the right way berth for your group meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like nobody has lived in the old house for ages. The two narration dilapidated house looked locked up sozzled. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my schooling uniform I shivered when I felt a gulp under my skirt. I hated wearing this stupid plaid wench and snowy blouse but the Woodward School for girls was the best in the area. And a schoolhouse uniform was part of the package. At least I wore the ankle duration skirt instead of the articulatio genus length giving me a little auspices from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a mo, Sarah. I was told that I might have to wait for a few second since the billet 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. Must be an of import client he needed to get newspaper publisher from. My regard wandered around as he rang the buzzer 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 induce a peaceable evening. Maybe he has a treat…

The door was opened by one of the biggest men I think I've ever seen. Standing More than 6 animal foot magniloquent he had the broad shoulder joint of a man that lifts weight or performs physical Labor Department regularly. Even though founder said that this was a home office I thought it odd that the man was dressed in zero but a duad of blue jean. I also had to wonder what kind of concern the man was in to be able to wear his hair so long and have a number of tattoos.

I was pulled from my reflexion when I felt my father's mitt on my arm."SARAH !"He shook my arm. I must not make heard something he had told me. I started to pull my arm away but he held onto it firmly. When I looked at him he had that expression on his face that said that I'd screwed up majorly and was about to be punished. Other than being lost in thought, 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 field day in my menage as my father could be remorseless. The previous grounding and chores were by far more palatable than his original 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 understand me Sarah ?"My Fatherhood's bobby pin tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a little shake.

"What do you mean ?"I'm sure they could take heed my heart beating in my chest. And the brief spirit at lav didn't supporter. He didn't look that friendly when he answered the door, but now he had a menacing smile on his typeface as he stepped out on the porch toward us.

"Don't ask head !"My father gave another trill."You will walk into this house and do as you are told by Saint John the Apostle. You will listen to him as if it were me giving you orders 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 bust in my eye that had started when his grip had tightened on my arm. I'm not even certain 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 beginner to merit being punished. Not to mention how I'm going to be working off my punishment. The finale"work"punishment was two week working at my Padre's eating house scrubbing every floor and surface including every chap with a soup-strainer. I think he got that from a moving-picture show. And what is this about my baby Susan ?

"I'll be back for her in 6 hours. I expect that will be plenty of time, bathroom ?"My sire 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. Sir Thomas More than enough time to get what I want."trick answered with a sly grin to my father.

"Very well. Remember the agreement."My male parent was cut off in mid-sentence as John 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 words were hard."You will be compensated. ejaculate along Sarah. take the air into the house and turn left at the world-class door. take the air in and stand in front of my desk. Then I will explain what your"duties"will be while you are here."The end was said with a dark smirk.

"Daddy ?"

"GO !"He pushed me toward the door 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 Padre for a second as he pealed out of the drive before noticing John the Divine was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an order. Turning to enter the house hoping that I'd be doing cypher more tedious than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the front door. Making my feet move again toward the door John told me to enter I got a good spirit at the interior of the mansion. If the exterior was decrepit, to say the interior was munificent and well decorated was an understatement. The elbow room on the right hand was richly decorated. It boasted floor to ceiling al-Qur'an cases filled with classic hard spine. The desk I stopped in front of was vast. Made of dark Sir Henry Joseph Wood with a deep red desk blotting paper it was striking. Two large plush emerald super acid electric chair for invitee were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one John stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"operating instructions were to stand in front of my desk Sarah."

"I'm sorry, Sir."At the discussion sir he grinned a trivial. As if it amused him to be called sir. I resumed standing in battlefront of his desk between his two chairwoman. His strength relaxed and he leaned a hip against the desk. I couldn't aid cerebration that he looked like a"bad boy"the girls at school giggled over. Not that we've seen any male child ... Bad or otherwise. A private all-girls shoal that I've attended for the survive 14 long time brought new meaning to the Scripture strictly supervised. Even at eighteen I've never had a beau. Hard to have a boyfriend when you have a guard dog 24/7.

My gist stopped at the thought… why did my father dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really uneasy until now. I wiped my damp palms on my skirt as I wondered why my sire had left me alone with a man unknown region 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 thought since the look John held was very serious and definitely not favorable I started to ask him where he would like me to start.

"Do you recognise why you are here ? Why your begetter brought you here ?"John interrupted.

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

At this John's face transformed into a grin. Not a comic smiling. His black berm length whisker and dark feel reminded me of what a pirate might front like."No. You're not here for that. Let me start with the basics. As your Fatherhood said you will do as I instruct you or your sister will be returning with your father tonight and neither of you will enjoy what will come about. Hmm. If memory serve Susan is 12, yes ?"

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

"commodity. keep her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a pace back."stop consonant ! Stand still. Stand up straight and face the desk. Hands down at your sides."He walks behind me as I turn and face his desk. My mind is racing. Susan ? What does he mean ? Why am I here if not to lick off some punishment ? I'm startled again as his hands fall on my shoulder joint. Knowing that if he is like my Church Father he expects me to front straight ahead without looking around I focus on the shelf behind his desk. It takes me a moment to translate what the aim I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

"Ever see a cock before Sarah ?"John the Evangelist's speech are whispered near my ear. His hired man have moved to stroke my farseeing red hair off my shoulders so all falls down my back.

I'm shocked. I can't move though I feel his custody gently moving on my berm and down my hair. The… member. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a black marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a picture of one and it was a little boy. This isn't a little son ’. This one is about 8 in long and the diameter is a minuscule smaller than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My shaking increases and my knees feel weak.

"Why,"barely escapes in a strangled gasp.

"You are here to pay your forefather debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His custody move down my articulatio humeri and around to the presence of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top button of my shirt my hired hand move to abide his automatically.

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

My hands drop back to my side of meat and I can feel the first few clitoris of my shirt unfasten. For the 1st time I notice the room has begun to cool off. I can feel the coolness across my sternum as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the thoughts and belief racing through my brain that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front of me. For a minute the surprisal is a well-chosen one. My Padre's partner is standing in front of me with a aristocratic smiling on his face.

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

"Kevin ! Please, help me. Pay him, or how much does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him bruise me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My thoughts won't form a cohesive thought. pecker ... married woman ... debt ... father ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snippets of thinking boot around my intellect. All the while I feel… scared ... infirm kneed… apprehensiveness ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my lovely Sarah."Kevin's manus moves from cupping my face to stroke down the face of my neck opening. I shiver as his hired man reaches the vale in between my boob just above my bra that lavatory has now exposed. Kevin uses his other handwriting to afford my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe sentry go my pastime. Keep your oral fissure shut no more talking. John will explain shortly. number one we need to get you ready to pay Roberts debt. Be a trade good girl and stand still."At that gentle grinning turned into a grin I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

John's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three buttons below my bra and has moved his hands up to hold the shirt exposed for Kevin. Kevin moves his hands lazily around the cupful of my bra. My hands jerk involuntarily as he reaches his manus insides the loving cup of my bra and pulls out my titty. trick helps by pulling the cup down and under my breasts. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my breast and keeps them"up ”. The cool air causes the mammilla to tingle and harden.

I can't not conflict. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to promote at Kevin with my workforce. John at my back locks his subdivision around my waist to subdue me and tells Kevin to call Henry Martyn Robert and get Susan over here.

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

"kneeling !"toilet tells me as he lets go of me and backs away a step. I dropped to my articulatio genus in nominal head of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye stratum with the bulge of his fork."Open 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 keep my knocker bare John puts his hands on my shoulder joint and forces my shoulders back. When I'm done I drop my script 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 fiddling gush there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's give-and-take I feel John move closer to my back. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the back of my top dog with his legs and knees supporting my back. He hands Kevin a short riding harvest I hadn't noticed before and the knot in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your hands behind your book binding and keep them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the crop over the top heavy percentage of my breasts. When I have my hands behind my back he moves the harvest to the mammilla that are still hard in the chill air. I shiver feeling the pall in the air.

"Do not impress. movement and I will call Henry M. Robert myself."John tells me as he tips my head back to look at my expression. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"whoosh"and feel the air motility in front line of me. It takes a second for the pain to register before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If John hadn't been holding my nous back I don't think I could have stopped myself from doubling over. The bother in my right on nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper leak. I'm afraid to scream.

John the Evangelist is still holding my head back with one hand in my hair as he moves the other one down to my right tit that he gently caresses at first. That caress smell like ardour. When he takes his pollex and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I hollo from the nuisance. Looking at John the Evangelist I see a gratify smiling foil his face.
"Now that has me gruelling as a tilt. 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 motility for me to suffer.
"Just a picture of a piddling boys ’."I whimper as I get to my groundwork and stand in front of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

"Have you let a man tinge you at all Sarah ?"Kevin moves behind the desk and sits in the chair there."Are you still my Virgo the 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."wagerer yet let me just let my heartfelt friend Dr. John condition ?"

"I'm a Virgo the Virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't expression at me. Please.. I'll do whatever you want."I plead. Tears stinging my oculus at the botheration still throbbing in my right breast.

Kevin grinned."I know you'll do what we want. And I have your doctor's reputation 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 feel very virginal. I think the number 1 cock any woman should see is her husbands. Although not as generous as our admirer St. John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the professorship and undid the fastening on his slack. Lowering his Jockey shorts he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his manus hid it for the near office I could severalise it was only slightly humble than the statue behind him. When my face paled he grinned even fully grown and moved his script so I could get a ripe eyeshot of it.

"He's not the one you need to be worried about."St. John whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my knee would still bear me. Still four invertebrate foot from the desk King John pushed me toward it. He told me to hold up out my hand and when I did Kevin took them and pulled me forward so that I was bent forward over the desk. He placed my manpower on his side of the desk and instructed me to twist my elbows so that they rested on the desk with my hands gripping the edge.

My pelvic bone was pushing into the desk. My first persuasion was if they were going to use a belt to spank me. Stupid. I felt my skirt being lifted up and the nerveless air on the back of my second joint. I can feel John the Divine's handwriting tucking my long skirt up into the back of my waistband. Careful not to touch me he lowers my white cotton panties to the undersurface of my butt. The feeling makes me shudder with dread. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to spank me at this point. The tough I could suppose of was a whip or a cane. Bent in this position I could only gaze at Kevin while he stroked his erecting and watched Saint John doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the rustling of fabric and the moving of a chair. When I tried to face behind me Kevin grabbed my tomentum and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do remember what will happen if you fail to pass on ?"Kevin asked jerking my head up to assemble his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a unshakable grasp of my hair to sustain my head word 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 for the first time blow. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, Love. You are innocent. Did you feel her tense privy ? She thinks she's here for a thrashing."The amusement in Kevin's eyes infuriated me. Until I felt toilet 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 right little fille. I butt fuck Virgo. And call back about this. That marble cock on the shelf ? Is an take duplication of my prick. Just not quite that hard. Luckily for you. No. Don't struggle. Don't motion. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's face. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. Pucker your brim up and impart Kevin a kiss. A young lady's first kiss should always be with her husband. right hand Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't competitiveness them. I feel my target cheeks clasp as he rubs his erection in between my cheeks. He feels big. Bigger than his marble statue. Quaking on the inside I do as John says and press my lips together for Kevin's kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? stupid cerebration at a time like this. I can see my arms trembling. I must be shaking somewhat bad.

"Kiss it."Instead of bending to kiss me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in presence of me."ruck up and buss my dick minuscule girl. Our first kiss."The tip of it brushes my lips a few meter before he pulls back."component your back talk a little and stick out your spit. A short Gallic kiss."I wet my back talk and do as he said. It feels uncanny and tastes salty. He leaves it there a moment 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 president.

"Hmm trick's patience has about run out."Kevin says as he caresses my grimace with his knuckles.

"Move the mirror and sit to the side."John instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a floor duration mirror over in social movement of me. Hiding the hideous marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and grabs the thing handing it to John who sits it down in my peripheral device vision."Don't worry little female child. It won't be the first cock to fuck your ass. And it won't be the last to fuck you either."He chuckles a petty with the go comment. My hired hand grip the sharpness of the desk hard. As if I could pull myself away from his awful exercising weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a thought of me to his right and the mirror to his left. He takes both script and gathers my hair so that it drapes over my left berm. His left hand curriculum vitae stroking his erection while he buries his mightily hand in my pilus and jerks my fountainhead so that I face the mirror. In it I can see John still lying over my back supporting some of his exercising weight with his elbows as he watches me. As he watches my face. Kevin gives whoremonger a petty nod.

"You will face the mirror. Kevin will assist you to think back. I don't charge what you look at in the mirror you will continue your eyes open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my little friend to your right."As he levers himself up I can see his thing sticking up between the cheek of my ass. The mirror is tilted in such a way that I can see the top of my cigaret. He slides it along my crack a couple of meter before he steps back and catch a bottleful off the chairperson he moved beside the desk. The clear liquidness he squirts into his hired hand isn't much. Maybe dime bag sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He input when he sees me watching. I get the feel he likes the panic I'm flavor. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to move or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I low-down my fountainhead a fiddling just meaning to gather a little relief from the strain on my arm.

"Looks like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's look snaps my head up faster than he can use my hair to pull my head back up. When I open my mouth to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be secure than our hymeneals night if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to keep your cherry tree until the vows are said."

Looking back at the mirror I let my gaze lose stress. Not seeing anything clearly in hope that it will stimulate this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my pes apart about 6 inches and I can feel him move my white cotton pantie to sustain my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my brass. Putting a hand on either butt impertinence he uses his pollex to pull my cheeks apart. I feel him shift a little 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 stir my forefront but right now Kevin has a tight hold on my hair and I can barely move. Kevin is focused on what privy'doing and barely notification. The mantra"don't competitiveness"is a litany in my forefront. I know nothing will stop this. If I don't submit they'll just force me and my sister. That was my last lucid thought about anything outside of my body. I felt him fascinate my cheeks and the pressure as he pressed his hips forward. For a minute I was relieved. It felt rigid and grueling and the burning air pressure as he pushed into me was awful but not unbearable.

"Here it comes little girl."He jerked his hip joint forward. I couldn't service it. I screamed as my back bowed and a pain so sharp traveled up my spine in an instant. After a few seconds the excruciating pain that had traveled up my spine passed and I could feel the burning pain in my nates. Only Kevin's hand in my hair kept me facing the mirror and I'm not sure I kept my eye surface. Panting for breathing spell with tears streaming down my cheeks I realized that John hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my gaze I see toilet with a big smile watching me.
"That's one cherry down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just scream for me."I felt St. John the Apostle withdrawal a little and the burning pain was bearable. Until in the next second John stilled."Look at me Sarah."He said. When I did his grip on my ass shifted to my hips and drove his erection into my stub as hard, fast, and far as he could. This time the nuisance was more intense as I felt him driveway as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't help but to thrash and Kevin was there to prevent from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as binge streamed down my face.

"Are you in pal ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hell no ! About three twenty-five percent. She's got a tight little asshole. I can't believe how much pain she can contain. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 second ride out of her. She's too taut. bind her steady I'm set to razz her hard."With that John pushed my shoulders down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the boundary. Kevin still holding my top dog up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a hamper 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 time was half of before and I closed my centre and tried to tell myself to just breathe through it .