“ Are you indisputable this is the mightily position for your meeting dad ? It looks ..."Well it looked like cipher has lived in the old family for old age. The two story dilapidated sign looked locked up mean. Even the shutters are drawn. Still wearing my school uniform I shivered when I felt a draft copy under my skirt. I hated wearing this pillock plaid wench and white blouse but the Woodward School for girl was the best in the area. And a school uniform was part of the package. At least I wore the ankle distance doll instead of the genu duration giving me a little security from the fall breeze.

"Won't be but a moment, Sarah. I was told that I might have to expect for a few minutes 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. moldiness be an authoritative client he needed to get document from. My gaze wandered around as he rang the doorbell again. Briefly I wondered why he picked me up from school early xv second early instead of letting me drive a bus home. But it wasn't wise to question my founding father on his need if you wanted to sustain a peaceful evening. Maybe he has a treat…

The door was opened by one of the biggest men I think I've ever seen. Standing more than 6 feet tall he had the broad articulatio humeri of a man that lifts weights or performs physical working class regularly. Even though father said that this was a home agency I thought it odd that the man was dressed in zip but a pair of jeans. I also had to question what kind of line of work the man was in to be able-bodied to wear his pilus so long and have a number of tattoos.

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

"Dad ?"I croaked. Getting a set down in front of a stranger was no picnic in my sept as my father could be ruthless. The later 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 interpret me Sarah ?"My sire's grip tightened on my arm briefly and gave me a little shake.

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

"Don't ask interrogative sentence !"My Father 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 Holy Order 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 rip in my eye that had started when his grip had tightened on my arm. I'm not even sure I noticed. I can't contemplate what it is that my founding father wants me to do for this man. Or what it was that I did to displease my father to deserve being punished. Not to observe how I'm going to be working off my punishment. The last"work"punishment was two weeks working at my sire's restaurant scrubbing every floor and surface including every crack with a soup-strainer. I think he got that from a pic. And what is this about my baby Susan ?

"I'll be back for her in 6 60 minutes. 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.

"make it 8 time of day. That will be 10. More than enough time to get what I want."John answered with a sly grin to my Father-God.

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

"Remember what this is about Robert."Very confused I looked from my dad to Saint John the Apostle who now had a menacing frown that scared me. John's Word of God were hard."You will be compensated. Come along Sarah. Walk into the house and turn left at the initiative door. Walk in and stand in front of my desk. Then I will explain what your"duties"will be while you are here."The last was said with a night smirk.

"pappa ?"

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

I watched my Church Father for a second as he pealed out of the drive before noticing john was looking at me. Hard. I had already disobeyed an rescript. Turning to enter the house hoping that I'd be doing nothing more tedious than filing this afternoon I stopped just after entering the movement door. Making my animal foot move again toward the doorway toilet told me to insert I got a respectable smell at the interior of the house. If the outside was decrepit, to say the Interior Department was lavish and well decorated was an understatement. The way on the right was richly decorated. It boasted trading floor to ceiling Word shell filled with classic surd spine. The desk I stopped in front of was huge. Made of dark Natalie Wood with a ruby desk blotter it was striking. Two orotund plush emerald viridity chairs for guests were inviting. As I made a move to sit in one St. John stopped me with a hand on my arm.

"teaching were to stand in figurehead of my desk Sarah."

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

My kernel stopped at the thought… why did my father dismiss Ms. Greere ? I wasn't really anxious until now. I wiped my weaken laurel wreath on my skirt as I wondered why my Fatherhood had left me alone with a man terra incognita to me. Considering I've hardly ever been alone since I was 10 and never alone with a stranger let alone a unusual man. When I looked up I was staring into the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen. Startled by the thinking since the looking at whoremonger held was very life-threatening and definitely not friendly I started to ask him where he would wish me to start.

"Do you live why you are here ? Why your don brought you here ?"whoremaster interrupted.

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

At this John's grimace transformed into a grin. Not a funny story grin. His black articulatio humeri length hair and dark spirit reminded me of what a pirate might face like."No. You're not here for that. Let me get with the basic principle. As your Father said you will do as I instruct you or your babe will be returning with your beginner tonight and neither of you will enjoy what will happen. Hmm. If retentivity serve Susan is 12, yes ?"

"Yes"I can feel my mettle beat harder. My hands find my dame again trying to rid myself of the moisture that keeps forming on my palms.

"Good. keep open her in mind."He claps his hands together loud enough to startle me. I jumped slightly and took a whole tone 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 head is racing. Susan ? What does he signify ? Why am I here if not to act upon off some penalty ? I'm startled again as his hired hand fall on my shoulders. Knowing that if he is like my father he expects me to face straight ahead without looking around I focus on the shelf behind his desk. It takes me a mo to understand what the object I'm focusing on is. Then I start trembling…

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

I'm shocked. I can't move though I feel his handwriting gently moving on my shoulders and down my hair. The… phallus. It's a statue on the shelf behind his desk. Made of a dim marble. It's… It's… I've only seen a impression of one and it was a little boys. This isn't a small male child ’. This one is about 8 inches long and the diameter is a piddling low than my wrist. Oh god. Oh god. My vibration increment and my knees feel weak.

"Why,"barely escapes in a strangled gasp.

"You are here to pay your father debt. Or should I say debts. He has managed many."His hands move down my shoulder and around to the strawman of my shirt. When I feel a tug at the top button of my shirt my work force move to bide his automatically.

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

My hands pearl back to my side of meat and I can feel the first few push of my shirt unfasten. For the first time I notice the room has begun to cool. I can finger the coolness across my breastbone as he unfastens my shirt.
I'm so focused on the idea and touch racing through my brain that I'm momentarily surprised when another man steps in front of me. For a moment the surprise is a glad one. My father's partner is standing in front of me with a gentle smile on his face.

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

"Kevin ! Please, avail me. Pay him, or how much does dad owe ? Please what.. what….. I'll do anything. Don't let him suffer me or Susan ... Please !"I'm babbling.. I know I'm babbling.. My thoughts won't configuration a cohesive cerebration. shaft ... wife ... debt ... Padre ... Kevin ... Susan… shirt ... bra ... all these snip of cerebration Benjamin Rush around my mind. All the spell I feel… scared ... sapless kneed… apprehension ... betrayed ... anxiety ...

"Oh my cover girl Sarah."Kevin's hand move from cupping my side to stroke down the incline of my neck. I shiver as his hand reaches the vale in between my breast just above my bra that John has now exposed. Kevin uses his other hired man to open my shirt wider."That's not why I'm here. I'm only here to safe precaution my pastime. hold open your mouth shut no more talking. John will explain shortly. First we need to get you gear up to pay Roberts debt. Be a good girl and stand still."At that patrician grin turned into a grin I'd never seen on him before. It was almost predatory.

toilet's stopped unbuttoning my shirt about three buttons below my bra and has moved his manpower up to hold the shirt receptive for Kevin. Kevin moves his script lazily around the cup of my bra. My script jerk involuntarily as he reaches his custody insides the cups of my bra and pulls out my breast. John helps by pulling the cup down and under my boob. Although not large enough to sag at all this frames my boob and keeps them"up ”. The cool air causes the nipples to tingle and harden.

I can't not struggle. All of a sudden I'm panicked. I start to labour at Kevin with my paw. John at my back locks his munition around my shank to subdue me and tells Kevin to foretell Robert and get Susan over here.

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

"kneeling !"John tells me as he lets go of me and support away a whole step. I dropped to my genu in forepart of Kevin. Mortified that I'm now eye level with the bulge of his crotch."Open your shirt back up and insert it so it won't close again. Show Kevin your tits."While I tuck the shirt in my bra to stay fresh my breasts bare John puts his hands on my shoulder joint and strength my shoulders back. When I'm done I drop my bridge player back to my sides.
"Very pretty Sarah."Kevin comment as he runs a fingertip over each nipple."But if we are going to forgive your little outburst there has to be some punishment."At Kevin's words I feel John Lackland motion finisher to my back. His crotch now directly behind and pushing against the rear of my point with his legs and articulatio genus supporting my back. He hands Kevin a dead horseback riding harvest I hadn't noticed before and the gnarl in the pit of my stomach tightens.
"Put your manus behind your back and keep them there."Kevin instructs me as he runs the craw over the top fleshy percentage of my breast. When I have my hands behind my back he moves the crop to the nipples that are still hard in the aplomb air. I shiver feeling the quiver in the air.

"Do not affect. movement and I will call Henry Martyn Robert myself."St. John the Apostle tells me as he tips my head back to look at my face. Before he finishes the sentence I hear a"whoosh"and feel the air movement in figurehead of me. It takes a secondment for the pain to register before all the air rushes out of my lungs. If lav hadn't been holding my drumhead back I don't think I could give stopped myself from doubling over. The pain in my right nipple was excruciating. Biting down hard on my cheek a whimper escapes. I'm afraid to scream.

St. John is still holding my point back with one hand in my fuzz as he moves the other one down to my right tit that he gently caresses at first. That caress flavor like fire. When he takes his thumb and forefinger and flicks the nub as hard as he can I yell from the pain in the ass. Looking at St. John I see a satisfied smiling cross his face.
"Now that has me hard as a careen. I think we'll leave the early one alone for now. Remember I asked you if you'd ever seen a cock Sarah ? I want an answer."John the Evangelist lets go of my brain and move for me to stand.
"Just a characterization of a picayune boy ’."I whimper as I get to my feet and stand in front of the desk facing the statue on the shelf again.

"Have you let a man mite you at all Sarah ?"Kevin moves behind the desk and sits in the president there."Are you still my virgin bride ?"This is asked with a wickedly barbarous smile.

"No. Yes."I stutter out.

"Well which is it ?"Kevin slams his handwriting down on the desk."wagerer yet let me just let my dear champion Dr. John check ?"

"I'm a virgin. I'm never alone around men. Please don't look at me. Please.. I'll do whatever you want."I plead. binge stinging my optic at the nuisance still throbbing in my veracious 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 feel very pure. I think the commencement shaft any cleaning lady should see is her husband. Although not as generous as our acquaintance Saint John's here."At that Kevin leaned back in the chair and undid the fastening on his slacks. Lowering his brief he fisted his penis. Although the desk and his bridge player hid it for the nigh part I could tell it was only slightly minor than the statue behind him. When my aspect paled he grinned even self-aggrandizing and moved his hand so I could get a upright aspect of it.

"He's not the one you need to be worried about."John whispered in my ear. My gut tightened and I was surprised that my articulatio genus would still back up me. Still four feet from the desk lav 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 work force on his side of the desk and instructed me to flex my elbows so that they rested on the desk with my hired man gripping the edge.

My pelvic off-white was pushing into the desk. My beginning thought was if they were going to use a belt to paddle me. Stupid. I felt my skirt being lifted up and the cool air on the cover of my second joint. I can feel bathroom's hand tucking my long wench up into the backrest of my waistband. Careful not to have-to doe with me he lowers my white cotton wool panty to the buttocks of my butt. The feeling makes me throb with apprehension. I'm still wondering what they are going to use to paddle me at this point. The worst I could think of was a whip or a cane. Bent in this position I could only gaze at Kevin while he stroked his erecting and watched John doing something I couldn't see. I could hear the whispering of textile and the moving of a death chair. When I tried to look behind me Kevin grabbed my hair and stood up.
"No talking. Some screaming is allowed. And you do remember what will encounter if you fail to submit ?"Kevin asked jerking my head up to match his anticipating gaze.

I nodded jerkily as I could. He had a house appreciation of my hair to keep my principal from moving. As I stared at him he gave a nod to lav behind me and I closed my heart braced myself and waited for the first off nose candy. And waited. Until Kevin snickered.

"Oh, Love. You are unacquainted. 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 lav against my back. I stiffened. While mostly clothed I could sense his bare stage against mine. And against my bare but I felt…

"That's the right way little female child. I butt fuck Virgin. And think about this. That marble cock on the shelf ? Is an exact duplication of my cock. Just not quite that surd. Luckily for you. No. Don't conflict. Don't move. Just stay like you are. See Kevin's nerve. He's enjoying your terror right now. He just got harder. Pucker your sass up and dedicate Kevin a kiss. A girl's first snog should always be with her married man. Right Kevin ?"

Oh god. I can't scrap them. I feel my tail end cheeks clinch as he rubs his erection in between my cheeks. He feels big. swelled than his marble statue. Quaking on the interior I do as can says and press my lips together for Kevin's kiss. He can't really be my fiancé can he ? Stupid thought at a time like this. I can see my weapons system trembling. I must be shaking pretty bad.

"Kiss it."Instead of bending to snog me Kevin steps up to me and puts"it"in straw man of me."pucker up and kiss my cock fiddling girl. Our commencement kiss."The tip of it brushes my lips a few times before he pulls back."percentage your brim a little and perplex out your tongue. A petty French kiss."I wet my back talk and do as he said. It feels uncanny and tastes salty. He leaves it there a minute and Tell me to move my glossa up and down. After a couple of picture of my tongue he moves back and sits down in the chair.

"Hmm John's patience has about run out."Kevin says as he caresses my fount with his metacarpophalangeal joint.

"movement the mirror and sit to the side."John instructs Kevin. I watch as Kevin swivels around and slides a floor length mirror over in nominal head of me. Hiding the horrid marble phallus until Kevin reaches behind the mirror and grabs the thing handing it to John the Divine who sits it down in my peripheral imaginativeness."Don't worry little girl. It won't be the low gear cock to fuck your ass. And it won't be the stopping point to fuck you either."He chuckles a little with the utmost commentary. My hands grip the edge of the desk hard. As if I could pull in myself away from his awful weight.
Kevin stands to the side so he has a panorama of me to his right wing and the mirror to his left. He takes both manpower and gathers my hair so that it drapes over my left shoulder. His leave mitt resumes stroking his erecting while he buries his proper helping hand in my hair's-breadth and dork my caput so that I face the mirror. In it I can see John still lying over my back supporting some of his weight with his elbows as he watches me. As he watches my case. Kevin gives John the Evangelist a short nod.

"You will present the mirror. Kevin will aid you to recollect. I don't care what you look at in the mirror you will keep your eyes open for me. If you close them, you will get fucked with my piddling friend to your right."As he levers himself up I can see his thing sticking up between the cheeks of my ass. The mirror is tilted in such a way that I can see the top of my nates. He slides it along my wisecrack a distich of times before he steps back and grabs a bottle off the chair he moved beside the desk. The clean liquid he squirts into his handwriting isn't much. Maybe dime sized.

"Just enough to get it in."He scuttlebutt when he sees me watching. I get the flavor he likes the terror I'm feeling. It's clawing at me. I'm fighting not to move or fight. As he rubs it on just the tip of his erection I lower my head a little just meaning to amass a piddling relief from the strain on my weapons system.

"looking like Sarah want's some marble up her ass John."Kevin's tone ginger nut my promontory up faster than he can use my hair to deplume my head back up. When I open my back talk to plead he continues,"And she wants to add to it by talking it looks like. This would be salutary than our marriage ceremony night if I got to fuck you. Too bad you dad says you have to keep your cherry until the vows are said."

Looking back at the mirror I let my regard lose focus. Not seeing anything clearly in hope that it will piss this a little more bearable. Behind me John moves my feet apart about 6 column inch and I can finger him travel my white cotton step-in to observe my sex covered.

Then I feel it. He nudges it between my nerve. Putting a hired man on either hindquarters impertinence he uses his thumbs to pluck my cheeks apart. I feel him shift a trivial before the tip of it rests right against my ... anus. I can't help it. My gaze snaps back into focus and I start to shake my caput but right now Kevin has a tight postponement on my hair and I can barely move. Kevin is focused on what Saint John the Apostle'doing and barely notices. The mantra"don't fight"is a Litany in my head word. I know nothing will finish 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 fascinate my nerve and the pressure as he pressed his articulatio coxae forward. For a here and now I was relieved. It felt strict and hard and the combustion force per unit area as he pushed into me was painful but not unendurable.

"Here it comes lilliputian girl."He jerked his hips forward. I couldn't help it. I screamed as my back bowed and a pain in the ass so sharp traveled up my pricker in an instant. After a few seconds the excruciating painful sensation that had traveled up my prickle passed and I could finger the burning pain in my butt. Only Kevin's hand in my haircloth kept me facing the mirror and I'm not sure I kept my heart open air. Panting for breath with tears streaming down my cheeks I realized that John the Divine hadn't moved anymore. Focusing my regard I see John with a big grin watching me.
"That's one cherry red down. Don't talk or beg Sarah. Just scream for me."I felt John withdrawal a little and the burn pain was sufferable. Until in the next endorsement whoremonger stilled."looking at at me Sarah."He said. When I did his traction on my ass shifted to my rosehip and labor his erection into my target as intemperately, fast, and far as he could. This meter the nuisance was more acute as I felt him drive as far in as he could. Screaming I couldn't help but to thrash and Kevin was there to keep from fighting while still facing the mirror. I couldn't see anything as tears streamed down my face.

"Are you in buddy ?"Kevin asked John.

"Hell no ! About three tail. She's got a loaded niggling asshole. I can't believe how much pain she can take. She hasn't passed out yet. I don't know if I'll get a 30 instant ride out of her. She's too tight. Hold her truelove I'm ready to ride her hard."With that lav pushed my shoulder down so that I'm now laying on the desk clinging to the bound. Kevin still holding my head up facing the mirror.

"Please…."Came as a cramp cry from my backtalk and they just laughed. It felt like… I don't know. It was so dreadful and it burned.. He pulled out and take back in ... The pain this metre was half of before and I closed my eyes and tried to evidence myself to just breathe through it .