﻿Maiden Maid
by Powerone



Published: 2002-09-30
Updated: 2004-10-06
Packaged: 2019-09-25 21:09:31
Chapters: 8
Words: 66,877
Publisher: www.bdsmlibrary.com
Story URL: https://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=1221
Author URL: https://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/author.php?authorid=321
Summary: This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced to do to survive the Great Depression.
Size: 360 kb
Erotica Tags: M+/f, S/M, Serious, bondage, humiliation, nc, reluctant, spanking





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8



	Part 1


 Maiden Maid

  	It was a cold night in the winter of 1933. Only the roaring fire from  the mammoth fireplace in the study lighted the room. Eighteen year old Sarah  shivered, not from the cold, but from the fear. She was naked, bent over the  large upholstered chair, the fire playing over her naked skin. She was kneeling  on the seat, her upper body hanging over the top of the chair, her breasts  hanging down. Her legs were spread wide, touching the arms of the chair. She  could feel her pussy lips and ass cheeks spread open. She felt so naked and  vulnerable. She could hear Master Michael, her employer behind her. She heard  the sound of his clothes rustling as they fell to the floor as he removed his  dressing gown.
     It was only a month since she was brought from the orphanage to work for  Master Michael as his housemaid. Or that is what they told her. She thought  she was lucky to have found such a great job. She was to work in a great manor,  room and board furnished. The food was excellent, the accommodations grandiose  compared to what she had lived in most of her life at the orphanage. The  economy had turned bad and there was so much poverty. She felt lucky to have  even got a job. Others at the orphanage were released when they were eighteen  to a miserable existence. She soon found out he expected more out of her. That  is how she found herself in this predicament, naked waiting for Master Michael  to take her virginity.
      It had gone from bad to worse since she started the job. It began with  his leering glares, seemingly undressing her. It than went to the "accidental"
 touching of her body as she worked. Than there was the spanking for breaking  the glass, her rounded butt raised up over his lap, her skirts pulled up  exposing her corset, his hard cock pressing into her. Each day he became more  bold and insistent. Bedtime became the worse time. He would bring her into his  study. He wore his dressing gown and she soon found out he was naked beneath.
 She would be forced to stand before him as he began to take liberties with her  body. Soon he forced her to service him, on her knees before him, her clothes  in disarray, his cock in her mouth until he filled her with his hot cum.
 Tonight she was stripped naked and bent over the chair. He had told her that he  would fuck her tonight. She felt him behind her, his hard cock rubbing over her  naked and spread pussy. She cried out as his cock entered her, breaking her  hymen, taking her virginity forever. His hard cock began to stroke hard into  her, her blood lubricating it, allowing him the liberty to take deep strokes  into her virgin body, forcing gasps of pain from her lips.
      Sarah was five feet five inches tall. Her features were not striking  except for her hair. It was red and over the years had grown long and full. It  now hung down past her waist and covered her butt. It was the only possession  that Sarah had in her life. Her body was slim, mostly caused by the little food  that the orphanage had provided her with. Her breasts were small, but firm, her  nipples a light brown, about the size of a quarter. Her waist was small, her  butt rounded and firm. A bright red bush of hair framed her pussy.
      Sarah's life had started bad and over her short eighteen years had not got  much better. At the young age of three, both of her parents were killed in a  fire. Relatives had not claimed her so she became a ward of the state. She  lived in a series of orphanages for females and there were times when she was  brought before families interested in adopting her, but as she became older, the  visits became less frequent. Most families wanted a baby, not a teenager. Life  in the orphanages became more difficult as the depression began. Food, while  never plentiful, became even more scarce. The dormitory style rooms became more  crowded as families could no longer care for their children. Where there were  once twenty beds in the room, they now held thirty. Younger children were  forced to sleep in the same bed with older children. At the age of eighteen,  the state was no longer required to provide care for an orphan and they were  released into the cruel world. The depression had hit severely, with  unemployment at 25%. With little skills, those released became prostitutes to  support themselves or lived in one of the Hoovervilles, tented communities of  people with little hope or future.
      Sarah thought her life had finally turned for the better. It happened on  a Monday, over a month ago. Her birthday was tomorrow. While most people  looked forward to their eighteenth birthday, Sarah feared it. She would be  released from the sheltered life she had lived. While it was sparse, it did not  require her to do much. A little cleaning and cooking, but she did have a roof  over her head and a meager meal to eat. She had read in the paper that there  were large numbers of people that did not have either, and it was getting worse.
 The orphanage did educate her, but did little to provide her with the necessary  skills to survive in the world she knew little of.
      Sarah was summoned to the head of the orphanage. Mr. Smith had been the  head of the orphanage for over five years now. He was the only male in the  whole building, even the maintenance personnel were females. He was mid  forties, slightly balding with a small paunch. Food was not scarce for him. He  thrived while the orphanage did not. He took a cut out of all the funds  provided to the orphanage for its upkeep in addition to his meager salary. He  also made money by getting some of the girl's "jobs" with the many wealthy,  single older men he knew. These individuals were extremely wealthy, in spite of  the depression. They lived alone and required housemaids to care for the  impressive mansions. But they required more. They knew the depression had  brought many individuals to extreme measures to survive. They also wanted their  housemaids to service their friends and themselves sexually. Their tastes were  quite jaded and required very docile females. Mr. Smith's orphanage had proven  to provide the right type of individual for their tastes. The girls led very  sheltered life, very few males allowed in. Their sexual experience consisted of  lonely masturbation taught by the older girls with most of the girls that had  spent long periods of time in orphanages being virgins.
      Mr. Smith, over the course of years, had become an excellent gauge of the  type that would provide what the men desired. He had an eye on Sarah for the  last year. Her bright red, long hair was a novelty that would be sought out by  his benefactors. He often fantasized of Sarah, naked, her long red hair hiding  her naked ass, her bright red pussy hair outlining her virgin pussy. He would  have loved to be the first one to fuck her, but the others would pay him  handsomely to be the first. He had other girls in the orphanage that pleasured  him sexually. He usually had at least one of the older girls as a sexual  plaything for himself. She would come to his office once a week and behind a  locked door he would partake of her. It began as punishments for offenses,  spankings and than canings as he found more serious infractions to accuse her  of. Eventually she would be forced to strip naked, bent over his desk as he  took a cane to her upraised ass. The cane was extremely cruel and painful.
 The recipient's ass would be sore for over a week. It was only a short time  later, she would consent to letting him fuck her in her mouth, cunt and even her  asshole. Anything to escape the cruel lash of the cane.
      There was a knock on his door and Sarah entered the room. Michael was  seated in a chair on the other side of the room. Mr. Smith was seated behind  his desk. He had already discussed Sarah with Michael and had agreed that he  would pay $500.00 if he approved of Sarah. This was almost six months salary to  him and he was eager to make the deal. In order to clinch the deal, he had  provided Sarah with a new dress, one that highlighted her charms for the  meeting. It had cost him $2.00 but she was worth the investment.
      Sarah was surprised that someone else was in the room. Mr. Smith had  summoned her, but she did not know the reason. She thought it was odd that she  was given a new dress to wear, but she figured it was given to her because she  was going to leaving the next day. She looked extremely beautiful. It was a  simple print dress with a tapered waistband and ended at mid-calf. The fashions  had changed drastically since the 1920's, with hemlines falling, but the  tightness of it clung to her figure, especially her ass. It was black and her  bright red hair silhouetted the dress. She saw Michael leering at her and she  should have realized it at the time, but she was too nervous. "You wanted me,  Mr. Smith?"
      "Yes, Sarah. I have some good news for you. Since tomorrow is your  eighteenth birthday, you have to leave the orphanage. The depression has really  hit the country bad and jobs are almost non-existent. But I think I have a  solution for your problem. Michael here is a good friend of mine. He is  looking for a new housemaid and I have told him about you."
      "Oh, thank you Mr. Smith. I did not know what would happen after today.
 I have heard from some of the other girls that have left the orphanage and most  have not done well. There is many living in poverty in the streets and I know  of one that turned to prostitution to live."
      "Michael, this is Sarah."
      "Hello, Sarah. I am looking for a housemaid. I am very wealthy and I  have a large mansion on the other side of town. It has 15 rooms and 6 bedrooms.
 I live alone, but I do frequently entertain guests. This job would provide room  and board as well as a very modest salary. Clothing would also be furnished, as  you would be required to dress as I desire. You would have to be available to  me seven days a week at whatever time I desire. Your job would require you to  call me Master Michael and would require obedience to my wishes. I can be a  very demanding boss, but you would have a very lovely room and bath to yourself  and you would have the same food available to you that I eat. With the salary  provided, you would be extremely well off compared to the society as a whole  now. Do you think you can fulfill my wishes, Sarah?"
      Sarah looked nervously at Michael. He was about the same age as Mr.
 Smith, forty-five being extremely old to someone only eighteen. He was in much  better physical condition than Mr. Smith. He was about five feet, ten-inches  tall, a slim waist and had a bronze glow to his skin. His long sandy brown hair  highlighted his youthful appearance. She had some apprehension about living in  a house with a man alone, but the house was huge. She had few options. It was  either this or the street tomorrow. She would have to do whatever was required  of her to make sure she got and kept the job. She knew that it might be  difficult at times, but her life had never been easy. Maybe this was the break  she deserved. "Yes, Master Michael, I will do as you desire. I appreciate this  opportunity and will do everything to fulfill your desires as my employer. Mr.
 Smith, I appreciate your confidence in my abilities and will not let you down."
      Mr. Smith smiled at Michael. "You may have your Chauffeur pick up Sarah  tomorrow morning at 10:00. She will be packed and ready to begin work. I am  sure that she will please you in every manner. I don't think she wants to end  up on the streets. The winter is coming and the weather is turning bad. Sarah,  you may go back to your room and say goodbye to your friends. Your new life  starts tomorrow and good luck."
      "Thank you Mr. Smith and thank you Master Michael. I will not disappoint  either one of you." Sarah turned and left the room, all eyes on her ass as she  walked out.
      Michael turned to Mr. Smith after Sarah left the room. "I think she will  do nicely. It will not be long before I have her trained. If you would like,  in appreciation, you may come over in about two months and I will let you fuck  her. I saw the way you lusted after her. She should be quite docile by than  and I am sure she will be everything you fantasized about. And here is the  $500.00 as agreed upon. She is a remarkable girl, especially that red hair.
 My friends are going to literally love her." Michael handed the money to Mr.
 Smith. He got up and left the room.
      Mr. Smith counted the money after he left. He had done extremely well and  the added bonus of fucking Sarah made his cock hard. "Mrs. Dorsett, will you  please have Claudia come to my office and than you may leave early today? You  have been working very hard lately and you deserve the time off." Mr. Smith  smirked, he wanted to fuck Claudia, his latest orphan plaything. His cock was  so hard, thinking of Michael stripping Sarah naked and fucking her, the red hair  flowing on the bed as he was between her legs, his cock pushing deep inside of  her.
      "Yes, Mr. Smith and thank you for the time off. My children will be  surprised to see me early. Is Claudia going to be punished again, I heard that  she misbehaved in Mrs. Johnson's class yesterday?" Mrs. Dorsett knew that Mr.
 Smith was sexually abusing Claudia, but it was none of her business. She had a  job and she did not want to lose it for a stupid orphan.
    	"Yes, that girl will be the ruin of this orphanage, it seems like every  week I have to punish her for some transgression. But she must learn to live by  the rules of society before we release her to the world. It is crueler out  there than it is in here. And good news, Michael is hiring Sarah as his  housemaid. He will arrange to pick her up at 10:00 tomorrow, so make sure she  is ready."
   	"I am glad to hear that. Sarah is a good girl, a little naive, but she  will do well in the position." Mrs. Dorsett also knew of what happened to some  of the girls that left and went to work for some of Mr. Smith's rich friends.
 They might have to do some things that they do not want to, but life is tough,  especially for orphans. You have to make compromises in life. "Good night, Mr.
 Smith, and Claudia will be down in fifteen minutes." Mrs. Dorsett closed the  door, picked up her personal items and went to tell Claudia of Mr. Smith's  request.
   	Mrs. Dorsett went into the dormitory where Claudia lived. She would not  be lucky as Sarah. Mr. Smith had used her too much, he would not try to sell  her to his rich friends. They only liked naive, virgins. They enjoyed forcing  them to humiliate themselves in front of others and than taking their virginity.
 They did not want experienced girls, they could easily buy prostitutes on the  street. "Claudia, Mr. Smith wants you in his office immediately. I think it  has to do with the disturbance you caused in Mrs. Johnson's class yesterday.
 You must learn to obey or you will continue to get punished." Mrs. Dorsett  looked at her, feeling sorry for her, but it was not her problem.
   	Claudia got up from the bed hesitantly. She knew that Mr. Smith was  going to take her sexually again. He had already forced her to suck his cock  until he came in her mouth. Last week he fucked her in her pussy, taking her  virginity as she lay, naked, bent over the desk, her legs spread, her ass in the  air. He said that he would take her asshole next. She could not believe that  anyone would want to even touch someone's asshole, let alone put a cock in it.
 Her asshole was so tiny, Mr. Smith's cock so large, she did not understand how  it would fit. She smoothed her dress down her legs and walked silently to Mr.
 Smith's office and knocked on the door.
   	"Enter, Claudia, please come in, I have been expecting you." Mr. Smith  rubbed his cock through his pants as Claudia came into the room. "Shut the door  and lock in," he ordered her. Claudia was about the same height as Sarah, but  the resemblance ended there. Claudia had dirty blonde hair, very large breasts  and flowing hips. She seemed to be made for fucking and Mr. Smith took  advantage of that. "Mrs. Johnson told me you were disruptive in her class  yesterday. I do not want to hear any excuses. You know the punishment, a  spanking." Mr. Smith pulled his chair out from behind the desk, leaving a lot  of room for Claudia to lay her body over his lap. He patted his lap, motioning  Claudia to assume the position.
   	Claudia cringed when she heard Mr. Smith's command. He hit her ass  hard, making it painful to sit for a few days, but at least he did not say he  was going to use the cane. "Yes, Sir," as she moved towards him. She reached  the chair and bent over his lap very carefully, her head moving down toward the  floor as her ass was upraised on his lap. She could feel his hard cock push  into her stomach. She felt his hand move down on her back and begin to rub  sensuously over her back and move down towards her ass as he steadied her body.
 She felt his hands gather up her skirt and begin to pull it up her legs. She  had not expected this and she cringed at the thought of baring her body to him  again. The skirt rode up higher until it reached the top of her corset. His  hand now reached her naked flesh, moving over her naked legs.
   	Mr. Smith felt the smooth skin of Claudia as he slowly uncovered her  body. He pulled the skirt up higher until he reached her waist, her lower body  only covered by the one-piece corset that went from her breasts down to her  pussy. "I am afraid this is not going to work very well. I want to spank your  naked ass, so please stand up and remove all of your clothing, Claudia."
   	Claudia paused, the request bringing a new fear to her. She would be  naked. She stood up and did as she was requested, the dress falling to the  floor. She stood there temporarily and than began to remove her corset. It  slowly pushed down her body, her breasts breaking free from the tight  confinement first and than moving down her stomach until it pulled down off of  her pussy. She let it fall to the floor, one hand moving over her naked  breasts, the other over her pussy. She looked at the floor, not wanting to look  into Mr. Smith's eyes.
   	"Stand up straight and put your hands to your sides. You have an  extremely lovely body and I want to see it." Claudia's hands moved to the side,  revealing her breasts, standing up with little sag even with their large size.
 Her nipples were large and becoming erect from the cool air in the room.
 "Spread your legs open," he ordered and Claudia's legs began to part, her pussy  lips slowly opening. He could see the embarrassment in Claudia's face and his  cock hardened, knowing that he was humiliating her. "You must not be ashamed of  your body, it is very beautiful and I love it when it is spread open before me.
 Now, let's continue, back into position."
   	Claudia bent over Mr. Smith's lap again, this time her naked breasts  rubbing against his legs, her hard cock now pushing into her naked stomach. She  felt the hands return again, this time caressing her naked flesh. His hands  urgently rubbed over her naked ass, grabbing the flesh tightly with his fingers,  the skin turning red. She felt a finger trace down the crack of her ass and she  tightened her asscheeks, preventing any further exploration.
   	"SSSMMMMAAAACCCCKKK," the sound rang out in the room, the pain flashing  into Claudia's brain as Mr. Smith spanked her right ass cheek hard with the flat  part of his hand. He watched as she tightened her asscheeks again. His hand  returned again, this time hitting her left cheek, the noise ringing out into the  room. He heard her gasp in pain as her ass began to turn red already.
   	"Please, Mr. Smith, that hurts too bad, I will be good, no more please,"
 she begged. But she knew it would do no good. She could feel his cock jerk  against her stomach after each slap. He was enjoying this. The blows hailed  down on her ass, alternating between the right side and the left, each time  harder. She squirmed on his lap, the pain intensifying, his cock jerking hard  against her.
   	Mr. Smith felt her stomach rubbing against his hard cock as he continued  to spank the young, naked flesh before him. The resilient flesh bounced back  each time but continued to redden as the relentless spanking lasted long  minutes. Finally he stopped spanking.
   	Claudia felt relief as the hand stopped hitting her ass. Tears were  running down her cheeks, her ass feeling like it was on fire. She moaned in  pain as the hand rubbed her hot flesh. She felt Mr. Smith reach over to the  table and pick up a bottle of oil. She watched out of the corner of her eye as  he opened the bottle and began to pour it over her naked cheeks. His hand moved  over her flesh, rubbing the oil into her skin, soothing the painful flesh.
   	"Relax your cheeks, or the spanking will continue," he ordered her. He  watched as Claudia let her ass cheeks go loose. His fingers moved back between  the cheeks, searching out the crack in her ass, the baby oil spreading with his  fingertips. He felt her tense up again as his fingers neared her naked anus.
 "This is your last warning, relax your cheeks and let me have my way." Claudia  relented and the fingers moved lower and pulled her cheeks apart.
   	Claudia began to blush as she felt the fingers spreading her cheeks  open. She knew that her anus was now exposed, the cool air blowing on her  exposed flesh. She felt more oil being poured on her anus and than cringed as a  finger searched out her most intimate part. The finger pushed against her anus  and than suddenly pushed in, spearing her anus with his finger.
   	Mr. Smith felt her sphincter grab onto his finger, squeezing it tightly.
 It felt like a vise on it. He could only imagine what it was going to feel like  when his cock pushed into her asshole. He would soon find out, he intended to  fuck her in the ass tonight. He felt her squirm around on his lap as his finger  pushed deeper into her anus, entering her rectum. She tightened again,  trapping the finger deep inside her. "Relax, I am going to loosen up your  asshole with my fingers, than you are going to take my cock up your ass. It  will hurt a lot worse unless you cooperate, either way my cock will be up your  asshole soon."
   	It felt terrible as his finger wormed itself into her anus, pushing her  tender flesh aside as it ruthlessly plunged into her anal tract. She squirmed  on his lap. She realized that she was probably giving him great pleasure, her  stomach rubbing his hard cock as she squirmed, but she could not lay still as he  fingered her anus. She felt uncomfortable and full as the finger pushed in and  out of her anus. She gasped as one finger became two and her anus had to  stretch wide to receive the cruel digits. "Please, that hurts too much," she  begged as the fingers now pushed deeper into her flesh. She felt them stretch  her open, the fingers feeling like tiny animals crawling inside her, moving in  and out, expanding as they entered deep inside her, pulling and stretching her  anal tract as they pulled out. A little more oil was poured on her anus and the  fingers now pushed in deeper and began to stroke her faster, gliding over the  oil.
   	Mr. Smith removed his fingers from her anus, not before giving her a  rather cruel thrust deep inside her rectum, his fingers tearing at her flesh,  driving a scream of pain from her lips. "Stand up, with your back to me."
 Claudia stood up and moved in front of Mr. Smith, her back to him. Mr. Smith  put his hand hands on her hips and began to draw her back toward him.
   	Claudia felt her body being pulled toward him. His legs pushed between  her, forcing her to spread them open wider, until they were open at least three  feet. She moved backward until she felt his cock push against the inside of her  thighs. It was hard and erect. She felt the head of his cock rub against her,  his hot precum rubbing on her thighs.
   	Mr. Smith pulled Claudia down toward his lap, her legs spread wide, her  ass cheeks open and exposed. "Now relax your asshole, Claudia, it will go much  easier." He poured some oil on his cock, lubricating it for entry into her tight  asshole. He felt her anus slowly engulf the fat head of his cock. He felt her  body tighten as her anus slowly began to expand to accept his cock.
   	Claudia felt her anus began to spread open as she was slowly forced onto  the rigid member. She was slowly being lowered onto his cock, her own weight  driving her asshole down on his cock. "Please, not in my ass, fuck my pussy,  anything but that," she cried, hoping that her words would excite him, anything  to escape the hard cock forcing her anus open. She felt the urgent hands lower  her further down on the cock. She cried out in pain as her anus stretched wide  and engulfed the head of his cock. She felt her sphincter grip it tightly and  she held her body still, anything to stop the pain. "Don't move, it hurts too  much," she cried out, tears running down her face as she was forced to fuck her  asshole down on his cock.
   	Mr. Smith allowed Claudia to pause, it felt good, her asshole gripping  his cock. She was half sitting, half standing, her tiny anus spread wide over  his cock. Only the head was in her ass, he still had six inches of cock to push  deep into her colon. He stroked her flesh, his hands running over her hips as  he began to push her back down on his cock. He wanted to feel the heat of her  asshole as it sucked in his cock. "Now deeper, I want your asshole to take my  cock all the way in. Don't stop until you are sitting on my cock, buried deep  inside your asshole."
   	Claudia cried as she felt her body being maneuvered. Hands pushed her  down on the cock as her asshole felt like a spear was being forced into her  tender, young flesh. She could feel every ridge and bump on his cock as he  pulled her down, than back up and than down again, this time deeper. It felt  like her skin was tearing as she was forced to spread open. She felt the  wetness, not sure if it was the oil or was her blood. Claudia screamed as the  cock pushed deep inside her, each time she was pushed down further onto his cock  until finally she was sitting on his lap, his cock deeply embedded in her colon.
 "Please, be still, it hurts so bad, don't move." It felt better when he did not  move. She did not like the cock in her asshole, but it was less painful than if  he took it out.
   	Mr. Smith felt Claudia's asshole massaging his cock as it was sucked  into her hot flesh. Her sphincter kept trying to push the cock out, giving him  pleasure as it tightened on his cock. He felt her body trembling as his hand  reached around her and grabbed at her breasts. His fingers sought out her  nipples, pulling and twisting them, forcing them to get harder. She began to  twist on his lap, trying to escape the cruel fingers biting into her tender  nipples. His hips pushed up, forcing his cock further into her asshole, the  pain alternating between her nipples and her asshole. "Time to fuck me with  your asshole, Claudia. Do a good job or it will be the cane."
   	Claudia cringed at his command. He wanted her to fuck his cock with her  asshole. This would hurt immensely. If she did not, she would be caned, and  even than she would probably be fucked up the ass in the end. Claudia grimaced  and began to pull up her hips, his cock slowly slipping from her asshole. It  felt strange as the cock was pulled from her asshole, it feeling empty as it  pulled out. She moved up until only her sphincter grabbed the head. She felt  Mr. Smith's hands on her hips and she knew he wanted to force her down on his  cock again. She wanted to move down slowly, he wanted hard.
   	Mr. Smith pulled Claudia down, his cock again gripped tightly as it was  pulled inside her anal tract. He pushed down on her hips hard, forcing his cock  in hard and fast. A scream burst from Claudia's mouth, but that only made his  cock harder as he ripped into her virgin anal tract. He forced her down until  he was fully embedded inside of her, his cock jerking in pleasure. "Up again,  pull your asshole from my cock," he ordered, his hands urging her hips back up  again.
   	Claudia felt the hands pull her up than force her back down hard onto  his cock, spearing into her flesh. Her asshole was continually buffeted by the  cruel cock, spreading her open, her body fighting to keep the cock out. His  cock moved faster and faster into her flesh, his hands pulling and pushing her  up and down on his cock. She could feel the hands becoming more urgent as he  began to raise his hips up on each stroke, driving his cock deeper and deeper  into her body. He moved faster and faster until she felt his cock begin to get  bigger, a fresh batch of pain bursting into her body as he stretched her colon.
 He pulled her down suddenly onto his cock, forcing all of her weight down until  he was as deep inside of her as possible. She felt his cock jerk and than felt  the hot cum shoot deep inside of her colon. She began to cry, the humiliation  overtaking her as she was used as a receptacle for his cum. She could not  believe that her body could be used in such a perverse way, her asshole forced  to masturbate his cock, just like her pussy did. Another shot of hot cum filled  her colon, his cock pulsing in her anal tract as his cum filled her.
   	Mr. Smith's cock shot inside of her, filling her with his hot cum. He  felt her asshole gripping his cock as he climaxed inside this young beauty, her  ass sitting on his cock, seeing her anus spread tightly around his flesh as he  emptied his balls inside her. He allowed Claudia to slump down on, her asshole  still gripping his cock as it began to shrink. "Pull off of my cock," he  ordered her, his hands pulling her hips up. He watched as she slowly rose from  his lap, his cock slowly pulling from her anus, now red and swollen from the  fucking it received. He heard a pop as his head slowly pulled out, cum leaking  from her anus, still open and swollen as he pushed her forward. He pushed her  off of him. "Get dressed and go to your room, and next time behave in class."
 He got up and left Claudia in the room, still naked, his cum running from her  asshole, down her thighs. Her tear stained face looked at him as he left the  room.
   Sarah's First Week (To be continued)     


	Part 2


 Maiden Maid-Chapter 2

   	Sarah was so excited the next day. She had spent most of the night,  awake, first saying goodbye to her friends, then the rest of the night thinking  about her future. At first she was scared of the future, she would no longer  have the security of the orphanage to fall back on. But the more she thought  about it, the more confident that her life was in her hands and she would do  anything to make sure that she did not end up again falling back on others to  support her. Mr. Smith had given the opportunity of a lifetime, a chance to  live in a lifestyle that she could only imagine. All she had to do was make  sure that she did what "Master Michael" required. It had seemed strange that  she would be required to call him Master, but this seemed like such a petty  thing compared to the opportunity he was providing. Sarah had her meager  belonging packed and was waiting at the door when the chauffeur arrived. The  car, a long, black luxury vehicle, astounded her. She did not know much about  automobiles, especially very expensive ones, but this one was luxurious. Her  face beamed as she got into the car, the chauffeur holding the door open for  her, her new life beginning.
   	John smiled as he opened the door for Sarah. As she bent over to get  into the vehicle he watched her ass push back towards him, straining against the  skirt she worn. He knew of Michael's fascination with women and his jaded  tastes and those of his friends. He often had to bring women home late at night  after a night of partying with Michael and his friends. They were usually well  spent, having sexually serviced all of them, often numerous times. Many times  they were forced, but money seems to be able to buy anything nowadays, even the  virginity of a girl. This was the second time that Michael had hired a  full-time maid, the first only lasting a week. Previously Michael used  part-time maids that went home at night. They were usually older, mature women,  their talents in the care of a home. Sarah was going to be different. He had  overheard Michael telling his friends of his plan to hire a maid and turn her  into his own personal sex slave. They had all laughed making Michael promise  that they too would have the chance to sample the maid's wares. John felt his  cock harden, hoping that he too would be able to partake of the pleasures that  Sarah had to offer. He felt a little sorry for Sarah, but then thought, she can  make her own decision. She can either have her pride or take the money and give  Michael what he wanted. It wouldn't be such a bad life.
   	Michael was waiting at the door when Sarah arrived, the picture of a  perfect employer. "Follow me and I will show you your room." They walked up  the massive stairs in the front hallway until they reached the second floor.
 "All of the bedrooms except for one is on this floor. The other bedroom is  downstairs next to my study. I sometimes use it if I am working late and do not  want to go upstairs. Your room is at the end of the hall." Michael opened the  door at the end of the hall. "My room is next door, the other rooms on each  side of yours, are for guests. I often entertain and my guests frequently spend  the night."
   	Sarah had never seen such a gorgeous room, it being almost as big as one  of the dormitories at the orphanage. At one end stood an enormous four poster  bed. The posts all about three inches in diameter at there largest part, but  tapered down and then spread back out again at numerous points on the post. At  the top were large, pineapple shaped carvings with many ridges. A padded bench  was at the end of the bed, legs thick like the posts on the bed. In the corner  stood an enormous armoire, a dark mahogany that matched the rest of the  furniture in the room. Next to it stood a large overstuffed chair and ottoman,  looking out of place in the room. On the other side of the room was a door that  opened to the bathroom, but the bedroom had a strange feature. The bathtub, a  large claw foot metal tub sat in the room across from the chair, not in the  bathroom. Sarah thought that odd, but having only lived in orphanages, her  experience, especially with the rich, was limited to what she had read.
   	Michael pointed to the many mirrors in the room, almost all of the walls  having at least one large mirror on it and then pointing to the ceiling, over  the bed and the bathtub, large mirrors on the ceiling. "This was my mothers  room before her death. She was a very beautiful woman, although somewhat vain.
 She loved to see her reflection. I leave this room this way to remember her. I  hope you don't mind and will get used to being able to see yourself at all  times."
   	Sarah looked around, seeing her reflection on all of the walls. It  would take a while to get used to it, making her a little self-conscious. She  did not think of herself as attractive, feeling plainer than anything else.
 Orphanage life was not a big self-confident builder, it was more you tried to  make yourself invisible. "Yes, that is OK," she said, quickly adding, "Master  Michael."
   	"I have furnished your armoire with suitable clothing for you. You are  only to wear clothes that I supply and you are not to alter them in any manner.
 I have an image that I have to project and as my employee, you must always  project that image that I want you to portray. This is non-negotiable. If you  cannot abide by my rules, you are free to go at anytime." Michael opened the  armoire, a row of neatly hung skirts and blouses filled one side. Shoes were on  the bottom shelf, many of them with very high heels. Michael pulled out two of  the drawers. "You have lingerie in here. I require you to wear silk  undergarments and silk stockings. In here are nightclothes, silk negligees and  silk robes."
   	Sarah had never seen such beautiful clothes. She was always worn sack  like dresses, often made of very rough material. "Yes, sir, I will do as you  wish, they are so beautiful."
   	"I want you to get dressed and be downstairs in 30 minutes. I will give  you the rules of the house and your duties. I expect you to be on time at all  times. And I expect absolute obedience from all of my help." Michael walked  out of the room, closing the door as he left.
   	Sarah put her bag down in the corner. I wouldn't need those anymore.
 She went into the closet and pulled out a white blouse and black skirt. In the  drawer she found a white, silk camisole with a pair of matching panties. They  had two lace bows on each side to hold them up. She took out a pair of silk  stockings, brown with a dark brown seam up the back. A garter belt would hold  them up. A pair of black high heels, not the highest one in the closet, but  they were higher then she was used to.
   	Sarah removed her clothes and threw them into her bag. I'll throw them  all away tomorrow, she thought. She looked at the wall and saw her reflection.
 She could see her red hair outlining her pale body. She looked so thin,  especially with her small breasts. The dark brown areolas contrasted with her  pale skin. Her red bush stood out prominently, drawing attention to between her  legs. She pulled on the panties, tying the lace on the sides. They were a  perfect fit. The camisole was next. She slipped it over her head and as it  shimmered down over her breasts her nipples instantly hardened. She put on the  garter belt and picked up the silk stockings. She had never felt anything so  soft. She sat in the chair and put them on, drawing them up her legs. She  looked in the mirror again. It shocked her, her looks. She actually looked  very sexy. The lingerie clung to her body, her nipples pointed, her legs  accented by the stockings. She put on the blouse, buttoning it up, covering her  hard nipples. The skirt came next. It was a harder fit, it clung tightly to  her hips and ass. She put her feet into the high heels, balancing precariously  for a second until getting used to them. Again she looked into the mirrors.
 She could not believe what she saw. No longer the orphan, now a very sexy  looking women.
   	Sarah had to walk slowly down to the study, the high heels being new to  her. It took a little bit to get used to them, but by time she reached  Michael's study she had gained her confidence. She was just a little worried  about the some of the other high heels. She saw one pair that was at least four  inches high, straps needed to keep them on the feet. This pair was only  two-inch heels. She stood outside the room for a minute to straighten her  clothes and prepare herself. I have to make this work, no matter what. I am  not going to end up on the street, unable to take care of myself, begging for  any chance to eat, she thought. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
   	"Come in, Sarah," Michael's voice answering. She entered the room, a  large study, almost a library. There was a large mahogany desk on one side, it  being bigger then some of the dinner tables at the orphanage. Behind it was a  high back leather chair. Near the fireplace stood four upholstered chairs in a  small semicircle around the hearth. A roaring fire was going in it, the outside  air turning suddenly cold. Along one wall was the bookcase. It was more then a  bookcase, it was a wall of books, from floor to ceiling, and the ceilings were  high. Two ladders, both on wheels, were attached to it, allowing anyone to  reach books on all shelves. Michael sat in one of the chairs, looking over at  the door as she walked in. She saw the smile on his face, looking pleased at  her appearance.
   	"Come over here and let me look at you," motioning her over to the  fireplace. Michael watched as she walked over to him, the tight skirt fitting  snuggly over her hips, a slight sway as she walked, the high heels making her  seem taller then she was. He could imagine those legs with the four-inch heels  on, especially in only her stockings and garter belt. Soon, he thought, soon  she would perform for him. He was pleased with the silk blouse. While her tits  were not big, he could see that her nipples were. They were already poking out  her blouse, the silk material having that effect on women. "Turn around, yes,  stop." He saw her ass, the skirt pulled tightly over her cheeks. Michael was  an ass man, there was nothing better then a nice ass on a female. He made her  stand there, her back to him.
   	Sarah watched Michael's eyes as she walked over to the fireplace. She  feared what she saw. It looked like he was undressing her. No, it is just your  imagination, everything is going to be all right, she thought, calm down, you  got to make this work. She saw him look her up and down. She heard his command  to turn around, she complied. He just wants to see if the clothes fit, she  thought. It felt strange, even though she could not see Michael, she could feel  her gaze. She felt uncomfortable as she stood their, long minutes clicking  slowly. Finally she heard his command to turn around. She faced him again, her  face flushed, embarrassed to be put on display.
   	"The clothes fit you good, Sarah. I expect you to look this good  everyday. I will leave you a list of clothes to wear each day. I expect you to  follow the list without exception. I will not tolerate insubordination. The  first time you fail to comply with any of my wishes is the day your employment  with me ends. There are a very many young ladies that would jump at the chance  to have your position, many of them more attractive then you. Do you understand  the terms of your employment, Sarah?"
   	"Yes," she stammered. He was right, she was not very attractive, more  of an average girl. With his wealth, he could have just about any woman. She  did not want to displease him, "yes, sir".
   	"There are some rules to your position. First is that this is my home.
 Just because you are here and you happen to be a female, this is still my home.
 I will enjoy it the way I see fit. I have many friends, men and women. Very  often we have parties which you will be present to serve us. You may see things  that you do not understand or approve of. This is not your place to approve or  disapprove. Your place is to serve us. If I see any appearance of disapproval  or shock, your employment will be terminated. While I am here alone, you may  find my dress very casual and in some cases you might see me nude. You will  have to get used to that fact." Michael watched for any sign of disapproval.
 He did not see any so he proceeded.
   	"I run a very strict household. All of my employees are expected to  perform at an exceptional level. I do not allow slackers. While mistakes may  happen, they will not be tolerated. If you make a mistake or displease me, you  will have the option of terminating your employment or submit to a punishment  that I deem fit for the offense. I find that this is the only way that  employees remember not to do it again." He saw a faint flicker of fear in her  eyes when he mentioned punishment. She did not know what his punishment would  consist of and he liked that. He would find many times when she would displease  and would have to be punished. He couldn't wait until he could spank that  lovely ass of hers.
   	"You will be available to me 7 days a week, 24 hours a day. I will give  you time off when I see fit. At times, you may accompany me when I vacation as  a servant. You will find that employment here has its benefits. I am not very  demanding, many times I will not even be home during the days. You will have  sufficient time when you are not working. My library is quite extensive and you  may wish to do some reading and broaden your horizons." He had many books  including a very extensive library of books regarding sex, especially the more  perverted varieties. He would make sure that she read many of them. He wanted  her knowledgeable when he was training her for his and his friend's pleasure.
   	"You must obey all of the commands of my friends. I entertain often and  I expect you to treat them like you would treat me. Any infractions will bring  about a suitable punishment." He watched for any reaction. His friends were  also excited about the opportunity to have their way with this gorgeous redhead.
 They would love that red pussy bush.
   	Sarah watched as Michael related the rules. It would not be so bad.
 She was a very excellent worker, so she did not expect to make any mistakes, so  therefore she would not expect to be punished. Even if she did, what would he  do, dock her pay? She could live with that. She was a little worried about  seeing him naked. She had never seen a male naked before except for some of the  medical pictures that the older girls always passed down to the younger ones.
 But she could see his point, this was his home and she would have to take the  situations as they arose. "Yes, Master Michael. I will follow your rules. You  will find that I am an excellent worker and I will obey your commands." She  smiled, Michael smiling back at her.
   	"Now, you will be responsible for cleaning my room, the library and your  own room. Part-time help will clean the rest of the house. Meals will be  provided and cooked by kitchen staff. They go home, along with the rest of the  staff by 7:00 PM unless I am having a party. You will have free reign of the  house and the kitchen and you may make yourself comfortable when you are not  serving me. Before I retire for the night, I like to take a bath. You will get  my bath ready for me at 9:00 every night unless I tell you otherwise. That is  the only daily ritual that I have. I have a bell in your room, connected to all  of the rooms. If you hear the bell, you must come immediately. This is very  important. Your job is to serve me and I expect your undivided attention."
   	Sarah nodded, "yes, Master Michael. That will not be a problem. I am a  light sleeper. I will take care of you good, sir."
   	Yes, you will take care of me good, Sarah, you will give me everything I  want including your virginity, Michael chuckled to himself. "You may go now.
 John will give you a tour of the house and show you where everything is," his  hand waving her off. Michael watched Sarah as she left the room, her ass  swinging sensuously, the high heels accenting her legs. His cock was hard.
   	John was waiting outside the study as Sarah left. "How did everything  go?"
   	"Fine. Can I speak to you frankly, John?"
   	"Of course, Sarah, you may tell me anything, I will not reveal it to  anyone."
   	"The conversation was a little strange. He talked about punishing me if  I did anything wrong. Then me mentioned that I might see strange things when he  parties with his friends. Is there anything I should worry about, John?"
   	"Sarah, I will give you the truth. Michael is very rich and very  eccentric. Most rich people are. They can and do anything they want and we,  the poor, have only one choice. We can either go along with them and reap the  benefits or we can go back to the rest of the truly poor, on the streets. I  personally chose the first. I had many friends that are on the street, unable  to feed themselves, much less their family. I do not want to be like them.
 Michael had hired one girl only last month for your job. She only lasted for a  week. Michael caught her making too many mistakes and he was going to punish  her. He wanted to spank her. She thought that this was too much for her to  stand and she left. Last I heard about her, she is living on the streets. She  will not survive very long on the streets. She was an orphan like you and had  no skills that would allow her to survive. She will probably end up being a  prostitute on the street, directed by some pimp. You look like a smart girl,  Sarah. I suggest you think long and hard before you decide to disobey Michael.
 This is your one and only chance in this world. Don't screw it up."
   	"He wanted to spank her! I don't know, John. Isn't that a little  strange, its not like I'm a little girl." Sarah looked at John, a puzzled look  on her face, what would I do if he wanted to do that to me?
   	"Rich people are a little strange. Just think about doing whatever is  necessary to survive. The economy will get better any day now. Just try to  survive until then. I hope you decide to stay around. I like you." John  looked at Sarah and I would love to fuck that red haired pussy as soon as  Michael breaks you in, he thought to himself, his cock hardening with the  thought of being on top of her, her legs spread, his cock pushing deep into the  tight, teenage pussy.
   	"Yes, your right. I need to do whatever to keep this job. And I like  you too John, I think we will become good friends."
   	"Good girl, now let me show you the rest of the house and your duties."
 For the rest of the day, John showed every nook and cranny of the house to  Sarah. He could never keep his eyes off that delectable body. "It is almost  time for me to leave, I don't stay her like you do. Michael will be having his  dinner. I will see you tomorrow. Good luck on your first night." John left  Sarah, smiling. What will Michael do to her tonight?
   	Sarah ate her dinner in the kitchen, while Michael had his dinner in the  study. The food was the best she ever tasted, steak and potatoes. She had  never even had steak before. Food at the orphanage rarely had meat, never mind  steak. She finished and cleaned up her dishes and went to her room. At 8:45  she went to Michael's bedroom. She knocked on the door. No answer, so she went  in. She went to his bathroom, a room almost of the size of her bedroom. She  began filling the large bathtub with hot water. Seeing bath suds next to the  tub, she put in a small quantity and watched as it filled the tub. She was  bending over the tub watching the water fill when she felt a presence behind  her. "You startled me," Sarah said, seeing Michael in the door, watching her.
 "How long have you been there?"
   	"Not long, in this house, you do not have to knock on the door before  entering. It wastes a lot of precious time. There is only the two of us here  most of the time, so it obviously the other. I am not big on privacy, this is  my home and you have the privilege of sharing it with me, but it is still my  home, I will go anywhere I please, that includes the room you are living in. If  you notice, none of the doors have locks except for the outside doors. Do you  understand, Sarah?
   	"Yes, Master Michael," standing as she turned off the water.
   	"I will be finished my bath in a hour. I want you to come down here  then and clean up my bathroom. Then I want you in my study. I want you wearing  her nightclothes, I have laid them out on the bed for you. Be prompt." Michael  watched for any change of expression or disapproval, but saw none.
   	"I can wait to change after I clean your bathroom, sir," hoping to avoid  him seeing her in her nightclothes.
   	"That was not a question, Sarah, that was an order. Are you already  being insolent?" Michael's voice rose, wanting to throw a little fear in Sarah.
   	"No, Master Michael, I'm sorry, I will do exactly as you say. I will  not question your orders again, sir," Sarah stammered off quickly. Don't screw  up, Sarah, she thought, you just got here, don't get him mad and throw you out  on the street.
   	"You may leave now," he snapped. As she was walking out, she could see  out of the corner of her eyes that he was already beginning to undress. She  hurried, not wanting to see him naked.
   	She went back to her bedroom, her nightclothes spread out on the bed.
 There were only two garments, a satin black negligee and a matching black wrap.
 It was made of the same material as the negligee, an almost transparent garment,  this was meant not to cover, but to entice. On the floor was a pair of black  slippers, but they had three inch heels on them.
   	Sarah took off her clothes and hung them neatly in the armoire. She  took her lingerie and stockings and soaked them in the sink while she got  dressed. Should I put on lingerie, she thought. No, he told me only to put on  what he had laid out for her. She let the negligee slip over her head and down  her body. The material rubbed against her nipples, the delicate morsels again  turning hard from the fabric. She put her feet into the slippers and slipped  the wrap over her shoulders, tying it at the neck with the lace bow. Another  bow at her waist was the only other tie. She looked in the mirrors, her  reflection shooting back at her. Her red hair contrasted with the black  nightclothes. She could almost see through the material. Her legs stood up  high on the heel, the muscles of her legs standing out. She looked at the clock  on the table. Almost 10:00, I must get this over with. It's not going to be so  bad. He just wants to see if my clothes fit, then it will be time for bed.
   	Sarah entered the library, this time without knocking on the door.
 Michael was seated in the chair in front of the fireplace, in his robe and  slippers.
   	"Over here, stand in front of the fire, wouldn't want you getting cold."
 Michael watched as she walked toward him. She looked gorgeous in the negligee  and wrap, her long legs accented by the three-inch heels on her feet. "Face me,  hands at your sides, yes, that is good." He watched as she turned and faced  him, placing her hands at her sides. "The clothes fit very good, Sarah. Turn  around and stop when you back is to me. Stop, yes, hold it there."
   	Sarah moved as Michael directed her. It almost felt natural, not  awkward, to obey his commands. She did not hesitate, turning, her back to him.
 Again, she could feel his gaze on her even with her back to him. She stayed in  position, long minutes passing with no further commands. She shuffled on her  feet, growing impatient.
   	"Turn facing me again, Sarah. Now, remove the wrap, I want to see the  negligee." Michael watched, as Sarah's face became flush. He liked that, he  liked to humiliate them. "I wouldn't tell you again," his voice rising in tone.
   	Sarah snapped back into reality and began to unloosen the tie on the  wrap. She was stunned when he told her to take off the wrap. She did not  expect that, having to show her body. She began to hesitate when Michael's  voice gave her no choice. Either obey or leave. She pushed the wrap off her  shoulders and let it fall to the chair beside Michael. She stood in her  negligee, the top low cut, the material almost transparent. Her breasts being  small did not show much, but her nipples were hard and erect, poking out of the  material.
   	"You are doing a very good job, Sarah. Every night you will come down  to my study after my bath and you will perform this ritual. Do you understand,  Sarah?"
   	"Yes, Sir," she responded. She stood as he watched her, his gaze going  up and down her body, from her hard nipples down her legs to her three-inch  heels. She felt uncomfortable, standing half-naked in front of him.
   	"Turn around again and move closer to the fire." He watched as she  turned around and moved forward. "That's good, hands at your sides. Spread you  legs open more. More, spread them wider."
   	Sarah cringed when she heard his command. He wanted her to spread her  legs. She knew that he could see her silhouette through her negligee, the  roaring fire sharply contrasting her body. With her legs spread, she seemed  more naked. "Yes, Sir," her legs moving wider, now over three feet.
   	"Don't move or turn around until I tell you to," he ordered her.
   	Sarah could hear the rustle of his robe and then heard a sound like  someone rubbing something. This went on for over five minutes, her legs  beginning to ache from the spread. She heard Michael gasp and then the only  noise was Michael's labored breathing.
   	Another rustle and then she heard, "you may go to bed now. You did very  well. I will see you in the morning."
   	Sarah grabbed her wrap and almost ran out of the room, rushing to get  into the safe confines of her room. She hung up her robe and got directly into  bed, bringing the covers up to her neck, hiding beneath them. She closed her  eyes, reflecting on what happened. It felt strange for her to stand there, in  her negligee while he looked at her. She felt humiliated, forced to do this  because she was poor, but she also felt some thrill in having to submit to such  a powerful man. As she thought, her hand strayed down to her pussy and she  began to rub her pussy. She was surprised, her pussy was already wet. She  thought of being forced to stand naked in front of him and display her body to  him, her legs spread, her pussy opening. She rubbed harder until she began to  cum, trapping her fingers between her tightly clamped legs.
   	Morning came and Sarah put the whole incidence out of her mind. I will  have to do it again tonight, but I know what will happen. It will not be bad.
 During the day, Sarah ran into Michael often, almost like he was trying to run  into her. He would get near her and sometimes he would brush up against her or  run his hand over her back or shoulders. All of it very innocent. Nighttime  came and Sarah went to the study again after Michael's bath and stood in the  light of the fireplace, wrap on the chair, legs spread while Michael rustled  behind her. This went on for the next two days, the evening never changing  until tonight. Sarah was running Michael's bath when he entered. "Good evening  sir," she said, smiling as she tested the water.
   	"Good evening, Sarah. Tonight I want you to stay while I take my bath.
 I want you to start washing my back."
   	Sarah looked at him, surprised at the request. She saw the look in his  eyes and she knew that he would not be denied. "Yes, sir, that would be a  pleasure," she responded, a certain nervousness in her voice.
   	When the bath was filled, Sarah stepped back and started to turn around  so Michael could undress.
   	"That will not be necessary, Sarah. I am not a modest man and the  longer you stay, the more you will see anyway, so you might as well get your  initial uncomfortableness out of the way." He watched as she turned back and he  began to undress. When he pulled off his pants, her eyes looked directly at  his, not lowering them at all. He lowered his shorts and got into the bed.
 "Just the right temperature, Sarah, you are learning to please me," he  complimented her. He got into the tub and lowered himself.
   	Sarah nervously moved towards him, grabbing the washcloth and the soap.
   	"Take off your blouse, I do not want to get it wet," he ordered her,  looking into her eyes, looking for any sign of defiance.
   	Sarah's hands moved slowly to the buttons, opening them slowly, lower,  down until the last one at her waist was unbuttoned. She looked up and saw him  looking at the camisole, watching as her nipples pushed out on the silky fabric.
 She blushed, but continued to take the blouse off her shoulders and laying it on  the chair near her. She moved back towards Michael wanting to get it over with.
   	Michael bent forward so she could wash his back, watching as she bent  over to apply the washcloth to his back. He briefly caught a glimpse of a naked  tit and nipple down the front of the camisole before she moved behind him. His  cock hardened as her hands slowly began to caress his back. "Yes, that is good,  you are doing a good job, Sarah, continue."
   	Sarah continued to rub his back until she was ordered to stop.
   	"You may go now, be in my study in 30 minutes," Michael ordered her,  watching as she almost ran from the room. Just a little more and she will be  washing my cock, he thought, rubbing his cock as he imagined Sarah's small hands  wrapped around his hard cock, rubbing it up and down. Soon, Sarah, soon you  will be masturbating my cock every night. Then its only a few more steps until  you will be down on your knees in the study, your sweet, virgin mouth wrapped  around my cock. He pumped his cock until he came, filling the bathtub with his  cum. Soon, it will be in your mouth, Sarah.
   (To be Continued)     


	Part 3



   Maiden Maid   Chapter 3-First Spanking and Learning to Masturbate the Master

     	The next couple of days found Sara running into Michael more then pure  coincidence. When she was bent over, cleaning, she would look up and there was  Michael, watching her. When she was scrubbing the kitchen floor, he came in,  sat down at the kitchen table and ate a sandwich, all the while watching as she  scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees, her ass pushed up. A few times he  suddenly came around corners in the house, bumping into her, his hands flying up  in defense to fall upon her breasts, lingering perhaps just a little too long.
 In the kitchen cupboards, he had to squeeze past her, her back to him, the front  of his pants slowly rubbing against her ass. She could feel his hard cock.
   	Then it happened. She was in the kitchen, putting away the wine glasses  when all of a sudden she slipped and almost fell on the floor. When she tried  to grab the counter to keep from falling, she dropped the glass. The sound of  glass breaking on the hard kitchen floor could be heard throughout the house.
 She waited, listening, did anyone hear it. John had mentioned punishment for  making mistakes. This was only a glass and her first. It was just her  imagination, it was an accident.
   	"What happened in here?" Michael demanded, his voice loud, ringing out  in the room.
   	"Sorry, Master Michael, I tripped and almost fell. When I tried to keep  from falling, I dropped the glass by accident and it broke. I will clean it up  now," her voice trembling, hoping that would be the end of it.
   	"That glass was part of a set that was my Mother's favorite set. Since  she died, I made sure I drank a glass of wine from it every day. That was the  last glass in the set and they cannot be replaced. I am very disappointed in  you, Sara. I gave you a good job, took care of you and this is how you repay  me. Your nonchalant attitude is intolerable. What do you have to say for  yourself?"
   	"I'm sorry, Master Michael. It will never happen again. You have been  an excellent employer and I appreciate this job," hoping to placate him.
   	"That is unacceptable. I don't feel that you're truly sorry. I want  you to report to my study at 7:30 tonight, after all of the help leaves. I will  think of a suitable punishment for you. Are you ready to accept your  punishment? Otherwise you may pack your meager belongs and leave this very  instant?"
   	Sara was afraid of what would happen, but she knew she must submit to  whatever he would come up with. She really loved the job. While Michael did  have some traits that bothered her, she had never been around rich people before  and did not understand them. She did not have much of a choice. There were not  many alternatives for an eighteen-year-old orphan, it was already winter, snow  on the ground. "Yes, Master Michael, I will accept a punishment that you find  suitable. Thank you, Sir." She immediately went about cleaning up the mess,  not wanting to look at Michael's face. You can do this, she thought. So what,  even if it is a spanking like John talked about. How bad could it be? Anything  would be better then the streets.
   	Sara continued to work throughout the day, her mind always drifting back  to what would happen tonight. She thought of him giving her a spanking, his  hand slapping hard on her ass. Would she be able to stay still? How much would  it hurt? Dinner went slowly, Sara barely eating anything, nervous about  tonight.
   	"Is everything OK, Sara?"
   	John's voice woke her up out of the trance she was in. "I guess, I  think it might be in trouble with Michael. I broke the last of his mother's  favorite wine glasses today and he was really mad. He is going to punish me  tonight. You don't think he will spank me, like you said, do you?"
 	  	John tried to look surprised. Michael had already called him into his  study. He wanted John to build a special padded bench for his study. He was a  little puzzled about its use, but now he knew. Michael wanted a spanking bench.
 A special padded bench that would highlight Sara's ass, raising it up higher  then the rest of her body. He also had some other special requirements that  would allow complete access to her ass and position her body in a very degrading  position, opening up all kinds of options for its use. He wanted it by the  weekend. Yes, tonight she might be receiving a spanking, but it would only be  the first. Michael would make sure that she made many more mistakes by the time  the weekend came. He planned to use his new spanking bench this weekend.
 	  	"I like you a lot Sara and you have been doing a good job around here.
 Yeah, you screwed up today. I told you about rich folks. They get a little  strange, Michael's friends are even worse then him. I guess this is your big  decision. You have to think about your future. You have no place to go, the  orphanage will not take you back. It's winter outside, no job, no future. Your  only option is to find a pimp on the street and become a whore. You're only  eighteen and you could probably survive doing that a few years, but you will be  worn out by twenty-one. Is that the kind of life you want? "
 	  	John was right. She did not have many options. "I know, it's just so  humiliating. I never told you, but I am a virgin. I lived at an all girls  orphanage, so we did not have any chances to date, not that anyone would want to  date an orphan. Michael just looks at me very strange some times. Leering  glances. And lately he has been rubbing and bumping up against me." Sara  looked at John, looking for an answer.
 	  	Michael sure picked himself a winner this time. A virgin. Wish I could  pop her cherries, he thought. Damn rich guys. Always getting the virgins. It  wouldn't be long before he is fucking her. She is going to be taking his cock  in every hole she has. And then his friends are going to have her. They were  even worse, more perverted. He saw some of their parties. Even the whores he  brought in were humiliated at what they were forced to perform. Well, once he  fucks her, I'll have a chance at her. A little blackmail always goes a long way  with the help. She'll do anything to stay out of trouble with Michael,  anything. "Listen, Sara, I'm not going to tell you again. Do what he says and  don't make him cross. Well, I hope to see you tomorrow." John left, his cock  hard. Lucky bastard. It will really make his cock hard when he makes the  spanking bench, knowing how it will be used. He said so many ideas of  improvements. Yes, Michael would like it very much. Maybe he will even let me  use it on Sara.
 	  	Sara went up to her room to freshen up. She checked herself in the  mirrors, blouse and skirt, high heels, dark stocking. She did look good. Maybe  Michael would go easy on her. She went down to the study, going in, Michael  sitting on one of the large overstuffed chairs, his feet on the large, padded  ottoman in front of the chair. He put down the newspaper when he saw her enter.
 He already had his robe on, a bad sign. "I'm here to accept my punishment, Sir.
 I know what I did wrong was bad and I will do accept whatever punishment you see  fit," hoping to get him to go easy on her.
 	  	Michael looked at her sternly. "I realize that this is your first  incident, but if I let it go lightly, I am afraid that this will continue to  happen. I am a very stern disciplinarian and believe that corporal punishment  is an excellent way to deter negative behavior. I therefore have decided that  you will be spanked tonight." Michael got up and sat down on the ottoman. "Are  you willing to accept your punishment?"
 	  	This was the moment in Sara's life when her whole life would change  because of a simple yes or no. A no and she would end up in the street, facing  an uncertain future. A yes and she would be secure in her position, but what  would be required of her. What would she have to give up? Could she live with  herself and the things that might be required of her? She knew it was not about  a simple spanking. That would just be the beginning. She knew that Michael had  other plans for her, many things that she would not like. It was either submit  or not. A simple yes or no. "Yes, Master Michael," sealing her future.
 	  	Michael smiled, pleased with the answer. He knew that he had her. No  longer would he have to feign reasons for watching her, touching her. He would  take it slow, slowly forcing her, humiliating her. "Come closer, Sara, come a  little closer," his hands reaching out to her.
 	  	Sara walked up in front of Michael, her arms at her sides. She felt his  hands reach out and touch her, placed firmly on her hips. His hands were large,  her hips small. She felt a tiny tremor running through her body. She felt her  body turned, the hands urging her on.
 	  	"Turn around, yes, that's a good girl." Michael moved his hands,  tentatively moving them up to the top of her skirt and then began to move them  slowly down her ass. "Stand still," he ordered her when he saw her begin to  move away. He moved down, his hands now placed firmly on her ass, no  hesitation, no excuses. "You have a nice ass, Sara, it is made for spanking.
 Have you ever been spanked before?"
 	  	"No Sir," her voice softly answering. "Some of the other girls had been  spanked by Mr. Smith even though they would not speak about it, but I was  lucky."
 	  	No, she wasn't lucky, Mr. Smith had been saving her for him. And the  other girls were spanked and caned until they gave up their virginity to Mr.
 Smith. Many girls at the orphanage lost the virginity of their mouths, pussy  and assholes on Mr. Smith's desk only after receiving a severe spanking or  caning with threats of more. "You have not been so lucky here, Sara. Only a few  days and already you are to receive a spanking." His fingers continued to  linger over her ass cheeks, grabbing them tightly, moving his hands all over the  gentle swell of her buttocks. "Turn around again," his hands never leaving her  body, guiding her. "I don't want you to get your blouse messed up so I want you  to remove it now." It was not a question, it was an order.
 	  	Sara had already removed her blouse for Michael when giving him a bath,  so it did not particularly bother her. But she knew more was coming. The  familiarity of his hands on her ass showed her that he had no qualms about his  power over her. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, Michael's eyes on her the  whole time as she revealed her silk chamois. She pulled it from her skirt,  slipped it off her arms and shoulder. She held it while Michael looked at her.
 She looked down and saw her nipples pushing out on the silk chamois, blushing as  Michael took the blouse from her, placing it on the chair next to him.
 	  	"You have very small breasts, but your nipples look very big. Is that  correct, or should I have you remove your top and show me?" Michael smiled,  watching as she blushed at his questions.
 	  	"No, Sir, that will not be necessary. I do have very large nipples and  the silk makes them very erect," she blurted out. She did not know why she said  so much. A simple yes would have been sufficient, but she did not want to  displease him anymore.
 	  	"I am afraid that with your skirt on, it would not hurt very much when I  spank you, so your skirt will also have to come off. Turn around again, I will  do it," his hands again guiding her around until her back was toward him. "Look  straight ahead into the mirror, I want you to watch what I do," he ordered her.
 A large full-length mirror was situated in front of her. She had never noticed  it before, but now she though that it might have been placed there for this  particular reason. She watched herself as she felt hands on her ass again,  massaging her cheeks. They moved up to the buttons and unbuttoned them one at a  time until all three of them were open, hands holding her skirt up. She watched  in slow motion as her skirt slowly fell to the floor, falling into a puddle at  her feet. She looked down as her panties, white silk panties with ribbon ties  at the side, were revealed.
 	  	"Eyes straight ahead, there's extra swats for not obeying." He watched  as her eyes suddenly shot up and stared straight back at him, pleading eyes  watching him in the mirror. He stared at her silk panty covered ass, his hands  anxiously waiting to touch her ass, teasing himself. She looked simply  beautiful, though he would not tell her that. The high heels gave her legs that  long, lean look highlighted by the stockings, the dark seam running  symmetrically up her legs held up by the sexiest garter belt. He could almost  see a peek of red pussy hair pushing out from the edge of her panties. No, he  would not take her panties off tonight. That would be another time, another  time to humiliate her, to force her, to strip her body for his pleasure.
 	  	Ten more, how many was he going to give her? She stood up tall and  straight as she felt the hands returning, this time only her silk panties  standing in the way of his hands and her naked ass. She felt him lift up on her  ass cheeks, moving them around, making them dance. She felt his fingers trace  down the cheeks of her ass, her ass cheeks clenching tightly in defense. The  finger did not probe, only run up and down the taunt cheeks, teasing her. She  felt his hands move down, now off of her panties onto her naked legs, finger  running gently up and down her the soft tender inner thighs.
 	  	"Spread your legs apart, Sara." It was an order, not a request, knowing  that she passed the point of no return, she would obey whatever he would  request. His hands slipped in between her legs as she slowly parted her legs.
 He pushed his hands between the parted thighs, his fingers grabbing each thigh,  pressure forcing out on them. "More, you can do better then that, Sara." He  watched as her legs shuffled out, the gap between her legs widening, his hands  molding her tight thighs. "Just a little bit more, do you like the way you look  in the mirror, Sara?"
 	  	Sara shuffled her legs a little further apart, they were now spread over  two feet, her thighs being rubbed passionately by Michael. She saw her  reflection, half-naked, her hard nipples still pushing out her chamois, her  white panties and garter belt accented by the black stockings running up her  legs, perched atop a pair of high heels. She was not sure what to answer. She  never thought of herself as beautiful, only average. She had small breasts, but  full hips and butt. "I just want to please you, Sir," hoping that it would be a  satisfactory response.
 	  	"If you pleased me, I wouldn't have to be giving you this spanking now.
 I think it is time now. I want you on the ottoman. Over here, yes, now kneel  down on it, no the other way, your head facing the mirror," Michael's hands  molding her body into the position he required of her.
 	  	Sara braced herself and moved towards the ottoman. She knelt on it,  Michael turning her the other way so she would be facing the mirror, wanting her  to see what he was going to do to her. He made her get into the doggy position,  on her hands and knees. He pulled her head up, his fingers under her chin,  forcing her to look forward into the mirror. She could see his hands moving  over her flesh, running down the insides of her legs again, urging them to  spread out.
 	  	"That's a good girl, now spread your legs more, I want them very wide  this time, all the way to the side of the ottoman." He watched her knees slide  on the ottoman, her legs spreading wider and wider. She was opening up quite  well. "Yes, that's good," his hand now pushing down on her back, forcing the  front part of her body down. "Put your head down on your arms, but keep facing  forward, yes, that's good. Now arch up a little," his hands coming under her  abdomen forcing her ass out even further. "That's a good girl, now do not move,  that is the way I want you," pleased with the way she was displayed.
 	  	She felt like a trained dog, pushed this way, then that way, his voice  always talking to her. She felt her body arranged. She looked in the mirror  and could not believe it. Her ass was pushed up high, her back arched, her legs  spread wide. She could only imagine what she looked like from behind. Like a  whore, ready to be fucked. She felt hands return to her ass again, stroking her  flesh. She began to feel her pussy get wet. Oh, God, don't let him see me wet,  please, I could not stand the humiliation.
 	  	Sara looked very desirable from behind. Her legs were spread wide,  bright red pussy hair poking out from the sides of her white panties, her ass  held up high. Saturday he would have his new spanking bench. Then he would  also be able to strap her in. He let his fingers caress her ass again, her ass  tightly drawn from the strain of the position she was in. "This will teach you  to respect my property." The first slap with the flat part of his hand hit her  right cheek with a loud splat, echoing off the walls of the study.
 	  	"OOOOW," she yelled, the sharp pain of his hand on her tender ass  shooting up her spine to her brain. She tried to move but Michael's hands on  her hips held her tightly. She felt his hand rub her pained asscheeks, soothing  it, getting it ready for another. "OOOOOWW," another slap, this time to her  left cheek, again his hand hitting with a resounding slap. Hands held her  tightly, pulling her ass higher up into the air.
 	  	"You have a long ways to go, now raise up again, that's a good girl, get  your ass up in the air." He held her when she tried to move and put her back  into position. "Legs a little bit further apart," his hands moving between her  thighs, pushing out on both, spreading her open further. A quick two slap, his  hand moving from one cheek to another, one loud gasp coming from Sara's mouth.
 He rubbed his hand over her cheeks, feeling the heat that he had already  produced from the spanks. He ran his fingers close to the edge of her panties,  fingers teasing the crease, running up and down. He could see that her panties  were already becoming wet. Another slap to her lower cheek on both sides, a new  spot for pain, her panties only covering part of the territory, part of her  naked flesh receiving the slaps. He watched as her ass moved seductively. He  began again, two slaps, one to each side, then his hand rubbing her flesh,  feeling the heat that the spanks were producing. Another two, gasps coming from  her lips, her hips swaying to the hand beating on her ass cheeks. "Good girl,  Sara, " his hands rubbing lower, between her thighs. He could see that her  panties were beginning to get wet. This time he gave each inner thigh a slap,  first the right, then the left. This pushed her legs out further, almost  sliding off the ottoman. He could see more red hair peeking out of her panties.
 His finger slid from the top of the crease of her ass, sliding down, his finger  increasing the pressure, forcing her panties into the crease. Down further  until he reached her pussy, his finger getting wet from her panties. "Are you  getting wet from the spanking, Sara?"
 	  	Sara looked at Michael in the mirror, her face flushed. He knew, he had  felt her wet pussy, knew that she was getting excited. She did not know if it  was from being forced into this humiliating position or the spanking that was  doing it, but she almost welcomed the next slap. "Please, sir," her voice just  above a whisper. "Please."
 	  	Michael pushed one hand under her abdomen, his hand spreading out,  fingers pushed into her flesh. He pushed up with his hand, forcing her to rise  up higher, her ass pushing out. Two more quick slaps to her cheeks, his other  hand holding her up for the punishment, open and spread for him. His cock  hardened from the gasps of pain coming from her lips, the tremors running  through her body as he held her open. His hands ran over the flesh of her ass,  so tight, a young girls taunt ass cheeks. His fingers slid along the crease  again, this time her cheeks not tightening up, giving him complete access to her  most intimate region. "That's a good girl, Sara, relax, let it happen," his  finger pushing in, pushing in her panties between her cheeks. He felt her jerk  up as his finger touched her asshole, hidden from his view, but not by his  finger. He slapped her inner thighs again, her legs almost doing the split, her  panties pulling to the sides, exposing a portion of her exquisite ass. His  finger returning to the crease of her ass, looking for her asshole again. He  felt her tremble as he let it pause over her tiny asshole, rubbing her panties  in tiny circles around the small dimple. "You like your asshole played with  Sara," his finger pushing in, pushing her panties into her asshole. Her body  tried to get away from the finger, but his other hand pushed against her,  forcing her back up again, forcing her asshole onto the finger at its entrance.
 Michael slapped her ass again twice, this time slapping hard into the crease,  hoping to hit her defenseless asshole.
 	  	Sara felt his fingers and hands running over her ass cheeks, pushing  into the crease of her ass. She let her cheeks relax, letting him have his way  with her, allowing him to play with her asshole, afraid of what he may do, but  also excited as it teased at the tiny hole. It pushed in harder, seeking  entrance, her body jerking away from the finger, his hand forcing her back onto  it. She saw his face in the mirror, he would not allow her to resist. Two more  slaps, her hips slowly moving left to right, his other hand guiding her, keeping  her open for his pleasure. She felt the hand just miss her asshole, hitting to  the sides of it, exciting her. What would it feel like if he hit her there, the  thrill running through her body? She felt his hand reach down lower, to her  crotch, his fingers grabbing her pussy, fat fingers tightening on her female  sex, pushing in, gripping it like it was a baseball.
 	  	Michael grabbed her pussy, pulling her backwards, opening up her sex to  him. "Four more, two each time, this time to your pussy. Now open up and keep  yourself open," his hands pushing her thighs out again, her legs almost split  open from the spread.
 	  	Sara braced her body for the final spankings. She could not believe  when he said he was going to spank her pussy, but his positioning of her body  left no doubts in her head. The last ones would be on her delicate pussy. She  could feel her pussy dripping in expectation. She knew it was going to hurt,  but she also knew that she would enjoy it at the same time. Was it the pain or  the submission that she enjoyed? She felt the hand slap her pussy twice, the  noise ringing out in the room before she even felt the pain. It seemed like  hours until suddenly the pain shot from her sex up to her brain, her delicate  pussy suffering the sharp slap of his hand directly on her spread pussy lips.
 She could feel her wet panties pushed into her sex. "OOOWWW, OOOhhhh, God,  please, please," her legs bowing out trying to relieve the burning pain between  her legs.
 	  	Michael felt his hand hit her wet pussy, his fingers moistened from her  wet sex. He let his fingers linger on her pussy, feeling her pussy lips  twitching in pain between her soaked panties. Young ladies always thought that  their sex was so delicate. Michael knew better, the female sex was built for  punishment, fat puffy lips surrounding their pink insides. He loved to use a  whip to push aside the fat lips and strike their insides, watching them get wet  in response, willingly arching up again to allow him access to strike again.
 Soon, Sara would find herself spread open, her arms holding her legs back and  spread, giving him access to her sex for his whip. She would cry out in pain,  but always she would allow herself to get back into position, spread and open,  waiting for another. "Two more, Sara, you are so wet, are you going to cum, cum  from getting your pussy spanked?"
 	  	Sara watched in the mirror, saw the lust in his eyes, his cock bulging  out the front of his robe as he spanked her pussy. It felt like slow motion as  his hands returned for the last two, his open hand slowly disappearing behind  her ass from her sight, the sharp, burning pain as it slammed into her pussy,  spreading apart her pussy lips by shear force, hitting her tender insides.
 "AAAAGGGHH," she screamed, but remained in position, arched up high. She did  not want anymore.
 	  	Michael let his fingers run over her pussy, a fat finger pushing between  her pussy lips, sliding her panties between them, running up and down. He felt  her shudder, her hot pussy wet, waiting. Not now, he wasn't going to make her  cum yet, soon but not yet. He liked her wet and ready for whatever he desired  to inflict on her young body and he had so many that she would experience.   "You were a good girl, you took your punishment well. I hope you have learned  your lesson and you now know your position in this household. I hope I will not  have any trouble in getting you to obey all my commands."
 	  	Sara wanted to cum so bad. She also knew that she would have to submit  to whatever Michael ordered her. And she knew she would, no matter what. She  saw his reflection rise up in back of her, his hard cock pushing the front of  his robe out.
 	  	"One more thing to take care of before bed, Sara. You will no longer be  needed for my bath each night, but you will take care of one other need before I  retire each night. Now get up and come over here. I have something new to  teach you tonight. Something that will please me very much. You do want to  please me, don't you Sara?"
 	  	Michael moved over the chair, watching as Sara got up from the ottoman.
 She looked so sexy, a slight glean coming from her skin, perspiration from being  bent over and spanked. Her limbs moved slowly after a long time in a bent over  and spread position, small gasps coming from her lips as her panties rubbed  harshly over her spanked ass cheeks. She was still clad in her camisole,  panties, garter belt, stockings and still perched high onto the high heels.
 Michael moved the ottoman out of the way and took a small pillow and placed it  on the floor in front of him. "Come here, Sara," his finger urging her over.
 "Kneel down on the pillow in front of me, yes, that's a good girl," his hands on  her shoulders urging her lower to the floor.
 	  	 She was now kneeling in front of him, trembling in fear. She was not  sure what would be required of her, be she was sure that it included servicing  his cock. She was not sure whether he would require her to use her mouth or  hand, neither of which she had ever done before. His foot moved between her  legs, pushing out on her thighs, again urging her to spread her legs for him  again.
 	  	"Kneel further apart, I like you with your legs spread so nicely, Sara.
 That's good," his foot running up her thighs, pushing into her spread pussy.
 "Your still wet, aren't you Sara, it is now time to service me. I am going to  teach you how to masturbate my cock. I will expect you to learn this and  perform it every night. Do a good job and you will be rewarded, due a bad job  and it will be more spankings for you." He sat forward a bit and pulled his  robe open, his hard cock springing out, Sara startled by its sudden appearance.
 	  	Sara was face to face with over eight inches of adult male cock. It  sprang out of his robe so quickly that she was startled. She had heard about  cocks before, but had not expected it to be that big. It had a large crown on  it, a dark red, a small hole in the tip, already leaking, glistening in the  light.
 	  	"Your hands, Sara, let me have your hands," talking to her but her eyes  was mesmerized by his cock, words not sinking into her brain yet. He moved his  hands to her face, lifting her chin up. "Give me your hands, Sara, you will  have a chance to touch it now." He saw her blink and her hands moved up to his.
 "Run one hand up and down the whole length of it, slowly, keeping your hand  open. Yes, that is good, hmmmm, such soft hands, Sara. Yes, all the way down,  now back up again, now back down and leave that hand there, gripping the base of  my cock. Now rub the palm of your other hand up slowly, very slowly, stroke my  cock with the palm of your hand, yes, that's good. Rub it all the way up. Yes,  now grip the crown of my cock with your fingers. Tighter now, now move it up  and down, rubbing it over the crown. Now a finger over my piss slit, yes, back  and forth. Can you feel my cum? Yes, spread it around the head of my cock.
 You are getting it wet. Now open your lovely mouth and breathe on the head of  my cock. Oh, God, yes, that hot breath feels good, Sara. Have you masturbated  a cock before? No, you do it so well. You sure do this naturally, you do it  like you have been doing it for a long time.
 	  	Sara felt her hand pulled towards his cock, her hand jumping as it  touched the hot flesh. She thought it would be harder then it was. It was  still soft, hot flesh. She listened to his instructions, running her hand up  and down his cock, feeling it twitch in her hand as she ran fingers over the  huge crown. She felt his hot cum leaking from the head of it, her fingers  spreading it over the crown. She moved closer and blew on his cock as  instructed, watching it jerk up and down from her hot breath. "No, I have never  done this before, Sir," she answered, when asked if she had ever masturbated a  cock before. "Am I doing it right?" She felt Michael grab her other hand and  move it down to his balls, forcing her to hold them. It felt strange, two balls  rolling around loosely in his sack. She tightened my grip on them, hearing  Michael groan.
 	  	"Easy, Sara, easy on my balls. They have a nice load of cum for you but  you have to tease them easy." He leaned back in the chair as he watched Sara  continue to stroke his cock. She was a fast learner, her hand moving up and  down the length of it, rubbing her thumb over the my piss slit as she moved to  the head, her fingernail rubbing along the edge of the crown, teasing me. "Your  hands are great, Sara, you sure know how to do a cock."
 	  	Sara was getting wet again, the feeling of power she had as she stroked  his cock. When she slowed down, his hips would move forward, pushing his cock  in her hands, wanting more. When she squeezed his balls, she would squeeze  harder, watching his ass rise from the chair, gasps coming from his lips. She  had never done this before, but she was good and Michael continued to tell her,  complimenting her, encouraging her.
 	  	"HHHMMM, yeeahhh, that feels sooo good, Sara, that's it stroke it  faster, yeeh. I'm going to cum Sara. When I do, I want you to aim my cock at  you. I want to cum all over you. Do you understand, Sara?"
 	  	Sara had heard from the other girls at the orphanage about how a cock  would shoot out its hot cum. She wasn't sure what was going to happen. It had  shot out some already, but it just leaked out the tip. Is that all that would  happen? It would be hard for it to cum on her if that was all it did. "Yes,  Sir," her hand bending his cock back towards her, realizing that it did not bend  so easily. It forced Michael to sit up in the chair, moving closer to her, his  cock aim now at her breasts. Sara moved her hand faster, hearing Michael  panting. She felt his hot cock becoming bigger and harder, her fingers running  over the head, her other hand gently squeezing his balls, trying to make him  cum.
 	  	"GGGGGOOODD, you bitch, you're making me cuuuummmm," his body jerking  forward. Michael could feel his cum pulled from his balls by her massaging hand  on his balls, pulled forward by her masturbating hand until he felt it shoot out  the head. "AAAAAHHH," his first load of cum shooting out and spraying Sara on  her camisole, her face having a startled look as the hot cum hit her.
 	  	Sara was surprised as his first load of cum shot out. It shot out  further then she expected, hitting her with the hot load. Her hand continued to  pump his cock, her other hand squeezing the cum from his balls. The next load  shot out again, some hitting her hand as it rubbed over the head. It made it  slippery, her hand now moving faster and faster up and down his cock. Another  squeeze, another load, this one shooting out over her fist, not as much power  behind it, soaking her hand with hot cum. Faster she went, hoping to get him to  shoot again, not disappointed when he arched up one last time, hot cum leaking  from the head, running down over the crown of his cock onto her masturbating  hand.
 	  	"GGGGoddddd, you know how to make me cum, AAAHHH," shooting his hot cum  all over her. "Bitch, fuck yes, jerk me off, AAAGGHH," another load of cum  running over her hand, her other hand squeezing the cum from his balls. He  finally slumped in the chair, his cock drained. "You may go now, Sara. You did  very well, you learn well," dismissing her.
 	  	Sara got up and grabbed her clothes and left the room without dressing.
 She was ashamed. She went back to her room and quickly closed the door. She  lay down on the bed, closing her eyes, the vision of her on her knees before  him, jerking him off, him cumming all over her. She moved her hand down to her  pussy and began to rub her clit, her ass arching off the bed, pinching harder on  the hard clit. "AAAAGGGHHH," she yelled, stuffing her hand in her mouth to  silence her scream in ecstasy. She could taste the cum on her hand, her tongue  racing over her digits as she came again, her mouth full of his hot, thick cum,  her camisole still wet from his cum.
 	  	Sara awoke refreshed, she always did after a nice cum. The girls at the  orphanage had taught her well. With no boys, this was the only alternative and  as they got older, it became more frequent. She was embarrassed over last  night. She had jerked off his cock and he had cum all over her. She wasn't  sure what the reaction would be when they met today. It made her very nervous.
 She got dressed and went down to the kitchen to have breakfast. John was  already in, having a cup of coffee. He looked at her as she entered. "Morning  John, how are you this morning?"
 	  	"I presume everything went well last night," a slight twinkle in his  eyes.
 	  	"Yes," she stammered, forgetting that John knew she was to be punished  last night. She thought she could see a funny look, a knowing look. Did he  somehow know what happened last night?
 	  	"That's good, Sara, I like you, would like you to stay around. As long  as you follow the rules and obey Michael, you will do well. Got to go, lots of  work today. Bye." He had to finish the spanking bench, it was only two more  days until Saturday. Michael was excited about the suggestions he had, Sara  would not. He could imagine her bent over the bench, her ass thrust up high,  her legs spread wide. Maybe, someday Michael would let him have her. He would  like that, fucking her from behind. Maybe fucking her asshole. He walked out  to the workshed, his cock hard, imagining.
 	  	Michael walked into the kitchen while Sara was eating, nodded to her,  grabbed his coffee and rushed out, barely even recognizing her existence. He  liked to do that, put them off guard. He would inspect her later this  afternoon, in his study where he would have privacy.
 	  	Sara said good morning to Michael, but he was gone by time the words  came out. Did last night really happen, did she imagine it? Michael didn't  even seem to notice her. Well, maybe its over with. She went about her work,  cleaning some of the rooms, Michael's room and the study. She looked at the  ottoman for long minutes, remembering her kneeling on it, Michael spanking her  ass and thighs. And then the chair, masturbating his cock until he shot his cum  on her. Back to work, got to put this out of her head. She could already feel  her pussy getting wet again. The morning went quickly, followed by a long  lunch, then back to work again. She was in the library when John found her.
 	  	"Michael would like you in the study now, Sara," watching her expression  as he told her.
 	  	Sara looked up surprised, "thank you John". Did she do anything wrong?
 	  	As soon as Sara entered the study, she knew. Michael was sitting in his  chair, the ottoman in front of him. He was wearing his robe. "I am going out  this evening, so we might as well get your chore out of the way for the day.
 Come here, Sara." His voice was demanding and very matter of fact.
 	  	Sara walked over to him, her arms at her sides. "Yes, sir."
 	  	His hands reached out for her hips, pulling her towards him. His robe  briefly parted, his hard cock partially exposed. "Is your ass sore today,  Sara?" He turned her body until her back was facing him. He slapped her ass  cheek, "do I have to repeat myself," another slap to her ass.
 	  	"No, Master Michael. Yes, it was sore this morning, in fact it still  is," feeling his hands begin to casually run over her ass as if he owned her.
 She felt them grab her cheeks hard, his hand compressing her ass flesh.
 	  	"Hold still while I remove your skirt again, I want to see," his fingers  undoing the buttons and quickly stripping the skirt from her body. "Step out of  it, Sara, now the blouse, remove the blouse, quickly now, I don't have all day."
 	  	Sara was quickly stripped down to her camisole, panties, garter belt and  stockings, her back to Michael. She felt the hands on her silk panties, feeling  them pinch and mold her ass cheeks.
 	  	"Legs apart, quickly now, more, that's good," her legs now over three  feet wide, perched high atop her high heels. "Now bend over and grab your  ankles with your hands and stay in the position while I inspect you. Yes, bend  over," his hand on her back, forcing her to bend in the middle, her ass pushing  out seductively into his face. "That's a good girl, now look between your legs  at me, yes, do not look away."
 	  	Sara felt humiliated as she was forced to bend over and grab her ankles.
 With her legs spread, she was open, his face directly in front of her ass,  pushed out by the position before him. She looked up at him, everything upside  down. He was staring at her ass, his fingers running over her flesh, teasing  along the crease between her legs, gently pulling stray pussy hairs out, her  gasps of pain begging him to find more.
 	  	He pulled her panties tighter over her ass cheeks until he could make  out the outline of her ass crack. He pulled higher, pushing them tighter into  her pussy, her pussy lips forced to separate as they pushed in. His fingers  started tracing the crack of her ass, down to her pussy, his fingers pushing in  deeper, feeling the wetness begin to flow beneath her trapped panties. "Getting  wet again, Sara? He watched her face between her spread legs, his fingers  running up and down her split pussy lips. He slapped her ass hard, "on your  knees in front of me, quickly now," pulling open his robe, his hard cock  springing free. "Make me cum again, I don't have to teach you again, do I?"
 	  	Sara could feel her pussy getting wet again, spread open for him as he  played with her pussy through her wet panties. She stood back up again and got  down on her knees before him. "No, Sir, I know what to do to please you." Her  hand reached out to his cock, grabbing it with one hand, her other hand  searching for his hanging balls. She began to masturbate him again, her hand  moving mechanically up and down his cock, blowing on his cock with her hot  breath, squeezing his balls gently. All to make him cum.
 	  	"When I cum, make sure I shoot on your face this time. I don't want it  on your clothes. And keep your eyes open, I want to see your eyes when I cum,"
 leaning back in the chair as this lovely little girl masturbated him, her small  hands stroking his cock up and down. He watched her face, only inches from his  cock as she blew on it, making it jerk in uncontrollable pleasure. She was  good. But tonight was the last night she would be masturbating him. Tomorrow,  Saturday, she would be using her mouth to satisfy him. And he would be using  his new spanking bench. He watched as he approached his climax, her hands  moving faster, knowing what she was doing to him. "Closer, move your face  closer," he ordered her as his balls finally shot the first load of cum out his  cock, hitting her directly on her nose, some already dripping down to the end.
 She jerked back as the first load hit her, surprised by the hot cum. He fired  another load of hot, drippy cum on her cheek this time, almost hitting her  mouth. "Don't wipe it off until I tell you to." He grabbed her head and  pulled it forward, "jerk harder, make me cum one more load, Sara." She obeyed,  forcing another load of cum from his balls, his hands forcing her face closer.
 This load shot directly onto her clenched lips, the hot load already glistening  on her lips. He moved his fingers over her lips, moving his cum around,  spreading it on her lips from one side of her mouth to the other. "Now lick  your lips clean, Sara, I don't want anything left on your lips."
 	  	Sara felt degraded as he shot his first load of cum on her face, then  another, feeling the hot, thick cum slowly dripping down her face. He had told  her not to wipe it. She felt hands grab her face, pulling it closer, ordering  her to jerk another load of cum out of him. She knew where he was going to put  the next load, clenching her lips tightly, waiting for it. She jerked his cock  until it shot out, landing on her clenched lips. Then she heard it. His  orders. Lick your lips until they are clean. She didn't want to, but she could  not resist. She had tasted his cum on her fingers last night. Cleaning her  fingers as she came, rolling his cum around her mouth as her fingers masturbated  herself to climax. She let her tongue come out and slowly roll over her lips,  grabbing up the still hot cum and pushing it into her mouth, tasting the thick,  salty fluid, her tongue on her lips again, searching for more.
 	  	"You backed your face away from my cock when I came on you. You will be  punished tomorrow night. Now get out of here, I have to get ready for tonight."
 	  	Sara grabbed her clothes and ran from the room, cum still on her nose  and cheek, tears in her eyes as she feared the punishment again tomorrow night.
 She knew it would be worse then last time, not expecting it would happen so  soon. She went to her room, cuddled up in a ball, sobbing. Her fingers moved  down to her wet pussy, finding her hard clit and began to rub it, her hips  moving on the bed until she climaxed again. Her fingers wiped his cum from her  face and pushed it into her mouth as she came, her fingers trapped between her  legs.
 	  To be Continued     


	Part 4


   This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced  to do to survive the Great Depression.
   Maiden Maid  Chapter 4

  	Sara sat up in the bed, a look of fright on her face. She felt like  something was wrong. She was not sure what it was, it was just an uncomfortable  feeling you have like when you wake up from a bad dream. It was barely dawn,  the light already starting to come through the window. She thought she saw some  movement over in the corner of the room, her head turning quickly. Her eyes  were still half closed, able to only make out a dark shadow.
   	"Master Michael, is that you?" A hint of terror in her voice as her  eyes finally focussed on the chair in the corner of the room. She could now see  better, Michael was sitting in the corner of the room, still dressed in the  tuxedo that he had worn out last night. He was staring at her.
   	"No need to be frightened, Sara. After all, this is MY house! I told  you I have a right to go anywhere in it at any time.
   	Sara pulled the blanket up to her neck, aware that she was only wearing  a silk negligee that highlighted her body very tightly. "I'm sorry sir, I  didn't mean it that way. I was just startled to see you there. I did not hear  you come in."
   	"You will have to get use to me, I intend to make full use of my house  and that includes your room. Now quickly get out of bed and come over here. It  is Saturday and you have many chores to do for the day. And tonight you will be  punished again for your insolence last night. Now hurry, I don't have all day  to wait for you!"
   	Sara jumped out of the bed quickly at the mere mention of the punishment  tonight. She did not want to do anything that would further jeopardize what she  was sure would already be painful and humiliating. She straightened out her  negligee, the silky fabric clinging to her body like a second skin. It went  down to a little ways past her knees, but she felt naked even with it covering  her body. The top was low cut, allowing ample naked flesh to the eyes, a slit  cut down between her breasts, revealing her abundant cleavage. The rest of the  garment clung to her body, highlighting her hourglass waist, her tight ass and  you could almost discern her sex mound.
   	Michael watched as she moved towards him, her hips swaying seductively,  her bare feet lightly tapping on the floor. He had been out all last night  drinking with his friends. Naturally there was many woman they met, but he did  not want them last night. Every since he began to teach Sara how to satisfy his  sexual urges, that is all he could think about. He had been sitting in the  chair for over an hour, watching Sara sleeping, the sunrise slowly bringing its  light into the room. He could see the innocence in her face, the innocence that  he would soon take from her. He had watched her breathing, his cock becoming  hard as he imagine her hands stroking it. When her mouth opened slightly, he  imagined his cock slipping between her sensuous lips, her hot breath bathing his  cock. He could not wait until tonight, no, he wanted her to satisfy him now.
   	Sara saw his hands outstretched, urging her forwards towards him. Was  he going to make her jerk off his cock again and shoot all over her face? She  moved forward, not wanting to make him angry, already having to submit to  punishment tonight. She stared straight ahead as she felt his hands already  begin to run over her body. His hands grabbed her hips, naked beneath the  negligee and turn her until her back was to him. She felt his hands slide over  her ass cheeks, his fingers clenching on them. She let her ass cheeks relax,  knowing the punishment for tightening her cheeks and refusing to allow him  complete access to her body.
   	Michael just loved the feel of her flesh beneath his fingers, his cock  hard as he ran his hands over her haunches, feeling her young body. "Your legs,  spread your legs for me," he ordered her. He saw her legs move outward, drawing  the negligee tighter on her body. He let his hands slide down between her legs  until he reached the bottom of the negligee, then moving up again, this time the  negligee pushed aside as he did. His hands reached the juncture of her thighs,  feeling the hairy mound of her sex, his cock jumping in his pants as he  visualized the red hair pussy she has. He wanted to see her naked and he wanted  to see her now. "I want to watch as you take a bath. Run the water for it  while I get more comfortable."
   	Sara had never been completely naked before him. Now he wanted her to  strip for him and take a bath while he watched. Hesitantly she moved to the  bath, putting the drain plug in and running the hot water. She watched as  Michael moved his chair over to the tub, sitting it prominently at the head of  the tub. He would have an unobstructed view of her from the front. She put in  some bubble bath, hoping that it might obscure some of his view when she got  into the water.
   	"Turn towards me, Sara. Lower the straps of your negligee. I have  never seen your breasts naked before, but I do see your hard nipples pointing  out. I remember you told me you had large nipples. I am soon to find out.
 Slowly, tease me a little, Sara," laughing as he said it.
   	She was always proud of her breasts though they were on the small side.
 Some of the other girls had large breasts and she knew that in five years they  would be hanging down to their belly button. She allowed the straps of the  negligee to slide slowly down her arms, one hand crossed in front of herself,  keeping the negligee from falling down in the front and exposing her breasts.
 She allowed the top to lower, her hands clutching her breasts, hiding them from  Michael's view as she pulled her arms out of the straps. Her hand was the only  thing keeping the negligee up in the front. She saw Michael move his hand down  to his pants, his fingers sliding the zipper down. He reached inside and  grabbed his cock, brining it out, his hand gripping it tightly.
   	"You make my cock hard, Sara, you know what you are going to have to do,  don't you?"
   	She looked at his hand, stroking the huge cock as he watched her. Soon  he would force her to do it, stroke it until he came again. "Yes, sir," she  replied.
   	"Your tits, let me see your tits," Michael getting impatient.
   	Startled, Sarah let the negligee fall to her waist, her breasts now  naked for the first time to Michael. Her hands hung uselessly to her side,  unable to decide what to do with him, humiliated at having to strip before him.
   	Michael licked his lips when he saw her. Her pink nipples, pointed,  surrounded by the dark areola, her skin around it an alabaster white. Redheads  always had pale complexions, susceptible to the suns burning rays. That is what  always intrigued him about her, that and the redhead bush she would have. Her  cock jerked in anticipation of that vision. He saw her staring straight-ahead,  not wanting her eyes to meet his, her humiliation almost complete. First he  wanted her completely naked. "Touch your nipples with your fingertips, make  them hard for me, Sara."
   	Her hand moved up as she cringed at the suggestion. While she did  masturbate often, more often lately as Michael had forced her to strip and  service him sexually, she had never done it in front of anyone else. At least  not a male, she had masturbated occasionally with some of the girls at the  orphanage. She felt her nipples harden as soon as she touched them, more  sensitive then usual. Her fingers played with the hardened buds, running her  sharp fingernails over the tips, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she did.
 She always received a masochistic pleasure in sexual pain, often pinching her  nipples harder then she should have.
   	Michael watched her playing with her nipples, her eyes slightly closed,  caught up in the pleasure of the moment. He could see her hips gently rolling,  imagining how wet she was. "Wet your fingers and play with your nipples, Sara."
 His cock jerked as two fingers pushed into her mouth, her tongue running over  them, Michael imagining that it was his cock. She was teasing him, running her  fingers in and out, like they were his cock.
   	Sara could not believe what she was doing, acting like she was sucking  his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around her fingers, her tongue running over  them, getting them wet with her saliva. Her fingers moved down, lightly  touching her nipples, the cold wet fingers sending a shiver through her body.
 She could feel her pussy getting wetter, glad she was going to get into the  bath, hoping she would avoid Michael's detection. She had never felt her  nipples so big before, it almost felt like they were going to explode. She  teased the tip with her fingernail, running the sharp point over it before  running it around her areola, tiny goose bumps appearing as they scarped  pleasurably over it. She was suddenly snapped out of her sexual dream by  Michael's voice.
   	"Strip off the negligee, I want to see that red-headed bush." His hand  stroked his cock with broad strokes, watching as she slowly stripped for him.
 Her hands pulled the negligee up from the bottom, pulling it up over her head,  slowly revealing her naked legs, higher up until Michael could finally see her  bush. He thought he was going to cum as Sara pulled it above her waist, her  naked pussy, hidden by a large red bush. God, he had never seen anything like  it before. He always had a desire for a redheaded girl, but could never find  one before. It was Mr. Smith's phone call from the orphanage, telling him of  Sara that excited his cock so much. It had been expensive, but Michael was not  going to miss out this chance. It was worth every penny he spent on her. Her  pubic hair was just like the hair on her head, a bright red. And it was in  abundance. He normally shaved his girls, not this one.
   	Sara dropped the negligee on the floor, standing naked in front of  Michael. She looked at him, his eyes not on her face, but staring intently at  what was between her legs. It was so embarrassing to stand while he openly  ogled her. Her hands clenched, at her sides, waiting for further instructions.
   	"Such a beautiful red bush, but I must see your cunt. Peel your pussy  lips back, let me see the pink of your pussy. Spread your legs open wide."
   	Her legs parted, spreading to over two feet. Her hands moved to the  front of her, running over her pussy, not doing as he said yet, just lightly  touching her mound. Her pussy hair was silky smooth, just like her long red  hair on her head. Her fingers pushed between the fine hair until she grabbed  her pussy lips ever so gently and began to peel them back, feeling the cool air  of the room running over her wet pussy. Sara pulled them back until she could  feel a slight twinge of pain, holding herself open to Michael gaze. Her face  turned crimson in humiliation, naked, her own hands spreading her most intimate  opening for his inspection. "Yes, sir," she replied.
   	"So lovely, Sara, your pink insides, framed by that beautiful red bush."
 Michael's hand continued to stroke his cock his cock. "Get into the bathtub. I  want to watch you bathe."
   	Sara lowered herself into the hot tub water, wanting to hide her shame  of being so wantonly exposed to Michael. She grabbed the soap and washed her  body, ignoring Michael sitting next to the tub, stroking his cock as he stared  so blatantly. She tried to put him out of her mind as she went about her bath,  often times she was shocked back to reality by his commands. Stand in the tub  and wash your pussy. Turn around and spread your ass cheeks apart and wash.
 Each time she begrudgingly obeyed. Finally she was finished and stood in the  tub, drying her body as the tub drained.
   	"Come over her, Sara." Michael's hands were outstretched as she stood  before him. He let the towel slip to the floor, moving her so she was between  his legs, one hand moving behind her and one hand in front. "Spread your legs  again, this time farther," he ordered. His face was only inches from her pussy,  the sweet scent of the bath oil covering her body. His hands caressed her  supple skin, rubbing her so sensuously as he did. One hand moved up and cupped  her breast, pinching at the pert nipple, bringing it erect again. He pinched it  harder, feeling her feet shuttle back and forth, but her hands did not try to  prevent his actions. He squeezed the nipple harder, seeing it turn a darker red  as he squeezed the blood to the tip. He twisted the nub, a small moan coming  from her lips as he did. Still she did not move or attempt to stop him.
   	Her teeth were clenched as Michael dug his fingers into her nipple,  twisting the delicate morsel harshly. It hurts so bad, but she did not move,  fearing further punishment tonight it she disobeyed him. "MMMmmm," she  murmured.
   	His hand slipped down the flat plane of her stomach until his fingers  were tangled in her red bush. He allowed his fingers to play with the silky  strands, twisting them with his fingers and pulling them. He could hear some of  the hairs tearing out, tiny yelps escaping from her mouth as they were yanked  painfully out. He grabbed her sex mound with his whole hand, gripping her like  she was a ball. When she bucked her hips backward to escape the groping hand,  his other hand was waiting, gripping her ass cheeks tightly, one finger snuggled  tightly between her cheeks, his fingertip nestled snuggly against her delicate  asshole. A quick snap of that finger against her asshole, piercing her opening,  sending her hips scrambling forward again into the grip of his hand.
   	Sara felt her body being manhandled by Michael, a finger pressed into  her asshole, feeling strange as it kept her open, the finger moving against her  sphincter, rubbing it. His other hand was now pushed between her pussy lips,  already covered with her juices, her body betraying the effect Michael was  having on her. One finger rubbed up and down her slit, moving all the way down,  up and over her vagina, rubbing the tight opening, before moving up to her clit  and rubbing the hard bud that had already poked out of its protection.
   	Michael began to masturbate Sara, wanting to hear her burst into an  orgasm. He saw her hips moving back and forth, forcing the finger in her  asshole to penetrate her deeper, her asshole clenching on the invading digit as  it did. Her pussy was soaked, covering his fingers with her juices, the smell  of her sex permeating the room. His finger poked inside her virgin body,  feeling the tightness as she clenched on the invading fingers. Her asshole,  though not lubricated, sucked his finger in deeper each time she forced her hips  backward. Her heard her groan in pain as the finger in her asshole rasped  harshly up her back passage, unable to stop the duel ravishment of her virgin  body.
   	Sara could feel the beginning of an orgasm coming over her. While she  had cum from her own fingers, this was different. She was stripped naked, all  of her treasures exposed to Michael's eyes and fingers, forced to spread her  legs and let him have his way with her. The finger in her asshole tore into her  being, having never felt so violated as she did now. It pushed around inside  her, like a tiny animal, moving back and forth, never resting, continually  stimulating her body. It hurt, but it also made her pussy wetter. The forced  masturbation of her body was overcoming all of her senses. She felt two fingers  now stretching open her pussy, banging up against her hymen, forcing her asshole  back on the fat finger pressed. "MMMMM," she groaned, a mixture of pain and  pleasure.
   	Michael moved forward, grabbing one of Sara's clenching hands, placing  it on his hard cock. "Stroke it nicely while I make you cum," he ordered her,  watching as her delicate hand began to run up and down his hard cock, squeezing  the head of his cock as she passed over it, her fingernail rubbing just  underneath the bulbous head, making it jerk in response. "Yes, such a good  girl, Sara," a second finger joining the first in her asshole, a yelp in pain  escaping her mouth as she jerked forward onto the fingers banging against her  virginity. "Careful, I don't want to take your virginity yet, it will be my  cock that will do that tonight."
   	Sweat began to run down Sara's body, the hot water of the bath and the  increasing rapid movement of her body on the masturbating fingers overheating  her body. She felt his thumb push against her clit, pushing it hard against her  pubic bone, moving it back and forth. Her hips began to gyrate in rhythm,  moving left to right. She felt the fingers inside her pull up on her body,  straining onto her tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure, balancing  precariously on Michael's fingers. She felt her body shuddering, her pussy and  asshole tightening on the fat fingers, clenching and unclenching as she began to  lose herself to the orgasm that began to overtake her. Her toes ached from the  perched position, her thighs hurting from the obscene spread of her legs, but  her pussy climaxed wetly over the fingers inside her. Her toes gave out, her  feet moving flat on the ground, the fingers not relenting, driving her pussy  deeper onto them, almost taking her virginity with it. She arched backwards  when she felt her hymen stretching, forcing her to take the two fingers  stretching her asshole all the way in until Michael's knuckles banged against  her asshole. "OOOOOWW, MMMMM, GGGGGoDDDDDD," Sara cried as she came again, the  fingers still twisting and turning inside her, her clit still smash by his  grinding thumb.
   	Michael smiled as she came, her juices covering her fingers, more  aggressive now, making her feel the power he had over her body, twisting  painfully inside her asshole, stretching her open. Her hands jerked his cock,  her fingers moving faster, holding it tighter, pulled the foreskin back and  forth. Michael gritted his teeth, holding back an orgasm. He had other plans,  he wanted to shoot his cum in her mouth as soon as she finished cumming. She  must have cum at least three times until she finally slumped down, his fingers  the only thing holding her up. He pulled his finger out of her asshole, her  sphincter fighting their removal as he did. Finally out they popped, his  fingers in her pussy sliding wetly along her cum soaked pussy. He could see her  dew on the red hair of her pussy, glistening in the early morning light. He  lowered her to the floor, Sara not realizing what was transpiring, her body just  too exhausted to stop anything. Michael knew that this was the time to take  advantage of the situation.
   	A pillow was placed on the floor in front of her, Michael helping her  kneel onto it. She saw him stand up, her hand still moving gently back and  forth over his cock, now slippery with his leaking cum. He moved closer to her,  her face now level with his cock, her hand jerking the hard cock towards her  mouth. It suddenly dawned on her what Michael planned to do. He wanted to put  his cock in her mouth and make her suck him. She was sure that he would not let  her take it out when he came, no, he would want her to swallow it. Before she  had a chance to protest, fingers in the corner of her mouth pushed in, forcing  her to open wide, the hot flesh of Michael's cock forced inside, leaving a trail  of leaking cum in its path. Her tongue moved in response, salaciously moving  over the head. Her tongue had meant to lick the salty cum from her lips but had  instead provided a startling reaction from Michael, a short burst of cum  shooting out from the end into the confines of her hot mouth. Her mouth closed  in reaction, her teeth clamping down on the flesh filling her mouth, biting into  the hard flesh.
   	"OOWW," yelled Michael in pain, "you bitch," pulling his cock painfully  from her mouth, his hand swinging back and slapping her hard across the face,  her cheek already turning red. He grabbed her head tightly, his fingers pushing  in on the sides, lifting her face up towards hers. "You will pay for that  tonight, Sara," her eyes already watering from the pain of the slap. "I better  not feel your teeth again!"
   	Her head rattled by the slap, her hands clenching in pain as her head  was held tightly, she felt Michael's cock again bang against her mouth. Fearing  what was already going to happen to her tonight, she opened her mouth slightly,  his large cock taking her brief surrender to force its way into the depths of  her hot mouth. She quickly covered her teeth with her lips as it slid in, the  bulbous head now securely in, her lips wrapped around the base of the crown of  his cock. She trembled in fear, her heavy breathing igniting the cock in her  mouth to jerk about.
   	"Now hold the head in there just like that. Be a good girl and I will  feed you some of my hot cum," he laughed, watching the sweet lips of this  innocent girl wrapped around his cock, her eyes searching for relief from the  terrible task he was asking from her. The only relief she would find is when he  unloaded his sperm into her stomach, he thought. "Now run your tongue over it,  very slowly, make sure you get the tip, taste the cum," his hands still holding  her still on his cock. He moaned in pleasure as the tongue caressed his hard  cock, feeling it jerk in response. "MMMM, so much better, Sara, you are a  natural cocksucker. You just need a little training and a little punishment to  keep you in line, but I can provide both of them. Now take it a little deeper."
 He pushed on his hips all the while holding her head still, his cock sliding  over her wet lips, moving deeper into her mouth. "Rub your tongue under the  crown of my cock. Oh, yeah, sssso good, Sara."
   	The cock pushed deeper into her mouth. She feared that he would soon  reach the back of her mouth, the entrance to her throat. She feared that would  not stop him, he would continue on, forcing it deeper as she choked on it. She  ran her tongue over it, feeling the veins sticking out, every bump and ridge on  it. She could taste the salty, thick cum leaking out, the texture sitting on  her tongue. He tilted her head up, straightening out her throat, his hips  pushing his cock in and out of her mouth, her lips smacking loudly on it as she  tried to make it as tight as possible for his cock.
   	"Deeper, Sara, I want you to take it deeper now. Take a big breath and  begin to breathe through your nose." Michael began to slowly let his cock slip  through her lips, each time more of it was pushed into her mouth. He put both  of his hands at the back of her head, knowing that soon she would try to move  away.
   	"AAAGGGHH," Sara choking, her stomach almost feeling like she would  vomit as the head of his cock pushed into the back of her mouth. It was just  like the doctor when he put the stick in the back of your mouth to check your  throat. Only this stick was bigger, a large, fleshy hot cock. She felt the  hands on her head tighten, not allowing her to move. It pulled out, but  immediately pushed back in again. "GGGGGLLLUUUGGG," this time the gagging worse  as she was forced to swallow the head of his cock. "MMMMGGG," trying to breathe  through her nose, the cock feeling like it was suffocating her. She could feel  it swell inside her throat, her gagging, forcing her throat muscles to grab at  it, milking it. She could feel it jump and move in her throat, each time her  stomach would turn, the choking almost continuous.
   	"That's it, Sara, breathe through your nose, relax, let it happen."
 Michael could feel her body shuddering, panic setting in. She was having  trouble breathing. He pulled his cock out until only the head was inside her  lips. "Take a deep breathe, you are going to have to learn to swallow it." He  pushed with his hips again, hearing her sucking in air in expectations of what  would happen. It hit the back of her throat again, his saliva and cum covered  cock sliding easily along her throat passage and down inside again. Again, Sara  choked and gagged, this time not as much as before. "You're learning," his  fingers grabbing the base of his cock, pumping it as he continued to fuck her  face. He pushed hard with his cock, burying over two inches of cock inside her  throat. He looked down, her throat bulging out.
   	Sara struggled but it did no good. Michael held her firmly by the hair,  her mouth now only a receptacle for his cock. She did not know how much more  she could stand, her throat burning as he used her face like a pussy, fucking it  with his cock. Her throat was sore, the gagging and choking taking its toll on  her body. She had to get it over with. She had to make him cum. As much as  she hated the thought of him dumping his sperm in her mouth, she had to stop the  fucking of her face. She began to run her tongue around the cock, swirling it  as she did. Her hands reached up and grabbed his balls, hot and heavy, swollen  in lust. She began to grasp them lightly, feeling each ball inside, massaging  them, hoping to force the cum from them.
   	"Make me cum, Sara, that's sssssoo good, milk the cum from my balls."
 He could feel her soft hands rubbing his balls, her hot lips wrapped tightly  around his cock, her tongue bathing it with her saliva and her throat crammed so  tightly with his cock. He would not be able to hold out much longer. He needed  to cum and he needed to cum now. He plucked his cock out of her throat, wanting  her to taste his cum as he shot off. "Pump my cock with your hand. Make me cum  inside your mouth."
   	Her other hand grabbed his cock by the base and began to use broad  strokes up and down the hard flesh, dragging the skin back and forth, her other  hand massaging the cum from his balls. His cockhead sat heavily on her tongue,  her tongue moving along the rim of the crown, licking at it. She could feel the  cum rush from his balls, her hand squeezing tightly onto them as they released  their hot fluids. Her lips felt it shoot up the hard rod, the cock jerking as  it shot out the first rope of cum, the hot, salty fluid shooting out to the back  of her throat. "GGGGGGGGHHHH," she choked as it quickly filled her mouth. Her  hand pumped harder, rewarded with a second powerful blast of cum shooting out.
 She gulped, swallowing the first shot, her mouth very rapidly filling.
   	Michael pushed with his hips, emptying his balls of his sperm into her  virgin mouth. He saw her eyes open wide as her mouth was suddenly filled with  his sperm, unable to believe the large amount of fluid he was pumping inside.
 Tears ran down her face, choking as some shot down her throat. Her hands were  busy, stroking and milking while her mouth continued to suck down his cum.
 Another load shot inside, small trickles of his cum running from the corner of  her mouth. Her throat bobbed up and down, swallowing the copious amount of cum  he was giving her. Her tongue swirled over his piss slit, his cock jerking in  response, another load of cum shooting out.
   	Sara could not believe that he had that much sperm. She kept  swallowing, unable to contain all of it in her mouth, some leaking down her  chin. The thick, salty cum filled her oral orifice. The cock kept pumping out  more cum, her lips aching from spreading so tightly around the cock, her tongue  hanging uselessly, pinned down to the bottom of her mouth by the hard cock.
 "GGGUUULLLP," her stomach starting to groan from being filled with so much  fluid. She felt the cock begin to soften in her mouth, having shot out four  loads of cum, emptying his balls. The rubbery flesh sat in her mouth, covered  in her saliva and his cum.
   	"Lick it off as I take it out. You must always clean my cock when I  fuck you," Michael ordered her. He felt her lips tighten as he slowly drew his  cock from her mouth, pulling hard as her tongue raced over it. It finally  popped out of her mouth, a loud sucking sound coming from her lips as it  escaped. Michael looked down at her, her tear stained face, her lips red and  wet, covered in his cum, dried cum on her chin. "You did a good job of sucking  my cock, Sara," he exclaimed. "But you are still going to be punished tonight,  especially for biting my cock." He got up, grabbing a towel and his clothes,  leaving Sara still kneeling on the floor as he shut the door.
   	John was pleased with his accomplishment. Sitting in the middle of the  library sat the punishment bench he had built for Michael. It was a heavy  wooden structure. The bench itself was about two and a half feet off the floor.
 Heavy wooden legs held it up. It was about the right height for fucking. In  the front of the bench was a pillory. A large heavy board went along the front,  a hinged board above it, with three holes cut into it, two for the arms and one  for the head. A clasp would keep the two pieces secured together, preventing  the victim from moving her arms or head. Hair could be tied back, keeping the  head in an upright position, leaving the mouth open for a cock to fuck. The  back pillory was adjustable, with six holes for the legs, allowing for varying  degrees of spread. The board would also slide forward or back, forcing the  victim's ass up into the air as it pushed towards the front. The whole base was  carpeted. Running along parallel to the body was a board, in the shape of a  pyramid. This could be lowered or raised, pressed between the legs of the  victim. If pushed up high enough, it would split apart the labia of the female,  forcing her to ride the ridge edge. Small spring loaded clamps were attached to  the base under the victims chest. They would be snapped onto hanging nipples,  the tension of the spring pulling them harshly to the base.
   	"Very nice, John, you did a beautiful job. Sara is going to enjoy it  tonight. She will be made to pay for biting my cock tonight." Michael's cock  was already hard in anticipation.
   To Be Continued     


	Part 5

   This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced  to do to survive the Great Depression. Sara is an 18-year-old orphan during the  depression and life is hard. In Chapter 1 and 2, Sara is given a job as a maid  for Michael. In Chapter 3 she is spanked for breaking a glass and is forced to  masturbate Michael's cock. In Chapter 4, Michael takes further sexual liberties  with her young body including teaching her how to suck his cock.

   Maiden Maid   Chapter 5-The Punishment

   	Sara's ass arched up as Michael's cock plowed painfully into her virgin  passage. Her head raised up and she screamed as it felt like a red-hot poker  was thrust into her vagina, tearing apart her hymen in one cruel thrust that  forever took her innocence from her body. Her body was already sore from the  punishment Michael had inflicted on her body as she was bent over and tied to  the punishment bench. If that had not been enough to smash her innocence, the  rape of her pussy as she was bent over the upholstered chair was even worse.
 She was forced to present herself, open and naked on the chair. She was  kneeling on the seat, her upper body hanging over the top of the chair, her  breasts hanging down. Her legs were spread wide, touching the arms of the  chair. She could feel her pussy lips and ass cheeks spread open. She trembled  in fear as she heard Michael behind her removing his clothing, his hard cock  placed against open pussy.
   	Before that night, Sara could not concentrate, her thoughts only of the  punishment that Michael would inflict on her body tonight. She had accidentally  brushed her teeth against his cock as she sucked it, Michael screaming in pain  at the act. After forcing her to swallow his seed, he had left the room,  leaving her to think about what evil punishment that he would inflict on her  tonight. Sara kept busy all day, but she continued to dread the punishment.
 She was aghast when she entered Michael's study to bring him his lunch and saw  the punishment bench. It stood out in the center of the room, a massive wood  structure laced with leather straps.
   	Michael looked up when she entered, smiling as he saw her eyes feast  upon the punishment bench, wide open in terror at the thought of her bondage in  the device. "John did a good job, don't you think?"
   	Sara could not believe that John was behind the evil contraption. She  had thought of him as her only friend in the house, now she was confronted with  the knowledge that he knew and condoned what Michael had and was going to force  her to submit to. Each time she would see him now, she could only imagine the  thoughts behind his eyes. Was he like Michael, only wanting to take advantage  of her situation and have her submit to him sexually? Her eyes looked over the  device, from the pillory device in the front that would hold her head and arms  tight, to the back pillory with the numerous holes for varying degree of spread  on her legs. She did not notice the board that could be raised to split her  pussy lips apart and force her to ride the sharp ridge. Nor did she see the  bright shiny clamps that would bite into her nipples, springs putting tremendous  tension on them, pulling her nipples far from her body.
   	"Please, Sir, I will obey you, do not punish me on that evil  contraption," she cried out, her eyes pleading to Michael.
   	"You must learn your position here, Sara and tonight will be your next  lesson. Now leave my food and be off with you. Unless of course you want me to  increase your punishment for tonight?"
   	"No, Sir, no," rushing out of the room. She went back into the kitchen,  her face red in shame as she saw John staring at her when she entered. She went  into the pantry, a small room lined with shelves on one side, holding the  provisions for the house. She could not face looking at John, knowing what she  would have to endure tonight at the hands of Michael and that John was  instrumental in her punishment. She was grabbing some cans of food when she  heard someone enter the narrow pantry. She heard the voice of John and then  felt his body against hers, pushing her against the shelves. She was pinned  within the tiny confines of the pantry.
   	"I hear you have seen my handiwork. Michael has promised me some time  with you strapped into it. He allows me wide latitude in punishing the maids at  the manor and you will be no exception. If you want some leniency with me, you  better learn to obey and please me."
   	"I thought you were my friend, someone I could trust and depend on?"
 Sara felt John moving behind her, pushing hard against her. She felt his hands  move up and touch her waist, pinning her tightly to the shelves.
   	John moved his head towards her, his hot breath on her neck. "You will  be more then a friend to me, Sara. Much more then a friend. I have such nice  things I will do to you and you will do to me. Now, raise your hands up onto  the top shelf. Higher, all the way up." Her hands moved up, slowly climbing up  the shelves until they were almost extended up. "Yes, that is good. Now hold  still."
   	Sara trembled in fear as Johns hands began to move over her body. His  hands slid up from her waist, slowly moving up her sides, Sara knowing that they  were heading for her unprotected breasts, now thrust up high by her outstretched  arms. She felt so vulnerable, pinned tightly to the shelves, feeling John's  hard cock already rubbing sensuously against her ass cheeks. She pushed back on  her ass in sudden response as his hands touched the soft swell of her breasts.
   	"Yes, push back a little from the shelves, but keep your ass tightly  against my cock. I want to be able to touch your body. You like that, don't  you Sara. You like being made helpless, unable to stop the ravishment of your  own body. I bet your pussy is soaking wet by now. I will soon find out. I am  going to make you cum, Sara. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Sara. Forced to  cum for me."
   	Sara felt the hands slowly move over the sides of her breasts, fingers  running over the flesh held tightly within the silk camisole. She could feel  her nipples already hardening in anticipation when the fingers would touch them.
 She knew he was right, she could feel the dampness between her legs. Ashamed at  her own behavior she pushed out from the shelves, knowing that she was allowing  him complete access to her body. She pushed her ass against him, feeling the  hard cock in his pants rubbing against her cheeks. "No, please don't," she  begged, but moved her ass sensuously against the hard cock. She felt a tongue  push into her ear, a small groan of pleasure escaping from her lips as the wet  digit moved around in her ear canal.
   	John's hands moved forward, grabbing her up-thrust breasts fully within  his large hands. He squeezed them tightly, feeling her push against his cock,  straining in his pants for release. "Such nice tits, Sara." His fingers sought  out her nipples, large points protruding her dress out. He grabbed each one of  them tightly between two fingers and began to apply pressure. "Do you like it  when I squeeze them tight? Does the pain feel good?" He twisted them left and  right, pinching harder to make sure they did not escape his grasp. He felt them  get bigger from the manual ministration of his fingers.
   	"OOOOOHHHH," Sara moaned as her body shuddered in pleasure. Her nipples  hurt and at the same time she felt a tremor of excitement move through her body  as her breasts were roughly fondled for John's enjoyment. "Ouch" she cried and  arched her ass sharply back onto his cock as he gave her a brutal pinch of her  nipple. "OWWW," again she moved back as he did it again.
   	His fingers tore at her nipples, making her push back on his cock. Each  time his cock jerked in appreciation as her silky ass moved over the front of  his pants. He continued to pinch them hard, her ass simulating a fucking motion  on his cock. "You are going to be a hot fuck, Sara. Too bad that Michael will  get you first. But that pussy will still be tight when I fuck it. Yeah, nice  and tight. Keep fucking back on me."
   	Sara lowered her hands as she felt the hands move over the front of her  dress, plucking open the buttons, spreading the front open, the fat hands  yanking the top of her dress off her shoulders, the camisoles straps falling  down off her shoulders at the same time. She felt the cool air blow across her  naked breasts now, the nipples so hard they hurt. She did not have to wait for  long before the hands returned, this time to her naked flesh, the harsh fingers  moving over her small breasts, grabbing the dark colored areolas, fingernails  digging into the tender flesh. His fingers moved so fast it felt like more then  two hands ravishing her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples. They  pulled her breasts out from her body, his fingers anchored tightly to the  nipples. A quick twist brought a sharp yelp from her mouth, her ass pushing  hard against his cock. She could only imagine how she looked, her arms high  above her head again, her dress and camisole hanging from her waist, naked from  the waist up. She was moaning in pleasure as his hands abused her body, her ass  rising and falling onto his pant covered hard cock.
   	"Let's see if that pussy is wet," John's hands sliding her dress down  over her hips, the material straining to keep from bursting. His fingers moved  over her abdomen, pushing in hard, forcing her ass back hard on his cock again.
 "Spread your legs, Sara. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me."
   	Her legs spread open, John's feet moving between hers, forcing her to  spread them wider. Her dress was crumpled at her feet, standing half-naked, her  panties now the only clothes remaining. She did not have to wait for long  before she felt the hands again, fingers running down the sides, searching out  and finding the tightly knotted ribbons holding the silky material together.
 The fingers fumbled for long seconds before she felt the garment flutter to the  floor. "AAAAHH," she shuddered in pleasure as she felt the rough skin of John's  hands move down over her abdomen until it reached the top of her pubic mound,  fingers intertwining in the silky red hair.
   	John pushed his finger between her pussy slit, his fingers gliding  effortlessly down the wet slit. His finger touched the opening to her pussy,  feeling the tightness as he pressed in with the tip of his finger. "Michael  will enjoy you pussy tonight. So tight." His fingers moving around the  opening, her hips moving in circles to the fingering of her virgin cunt. "So  wet, you enjoy being taken against your will, don't you Sara," his fingers  running up and down her slippery slit, the wet fingertips making her body  shudder as it touched her erect clit. He felt her move her naked ass back onto  his cock and knew that he needed relief soon. "Reach back and take out my cock,  Sara. I want to feel your naked ass," he ordered her.
   	"No, please don't make me," but her hands were already moving behind  her, quickly unsnapping his pants, John helping to push them to the floor. He  almost came when her hot hands touched his rock-hard cock, it jerking in  response.
   	"Arms back up," he ordered her, now completely naked and spread open  before him. He reached down and spread her ass cheeks apart, her unprotected  asshole exposed to his gaze. She jerked forward when the hot rubbery head of  his cock touched the tiny opening. "Back, push back," he ordered. He slapped  her ass hard, the sound ringing out in the tiny room. "Now back, rub against my  cock."
   	"Yelch," she cried as his hand stung her naked ass cheek. She pushed  back on his cock, feeling the huge slab of hot meat rubbing sensuously over her  exposed bottom. She could feel the head of his cock, sticky with cum rubbing  onto her tiny anus, her body shivering in the fear that he would push it in and  sodomize her. He had heard some of the girls talk about it at the orphanage and  they revealed how painful and humiliating it was to have such a huge organ  pushed into such a tiny orifice. They had screamed in pain as they were  sodomized, sometime for up to twenty minutes, the cocks tearing in and out of  their back passage as they were bent over, spread open like a dog.
   	John grabbed her tightly by the hips, his huge hands gripping the flesh.
 He began to rotate her back and forth over his cock, his cum dripping and  glimmering on her naked flesh as he masturbated on her naked ass. "Yes Sara,  make me cum," his fingers reaching down to her naked sex, his finger finding her  clit and pinching it tightly.
   	"AAAghh," she cried, arching back onto the cock, almost driving it up  her ass as she did. Another sharp pinch, forcing her to dry fuck his cock with  her ass. She felt him clench her ass cheeks together tightly, his cock forced  between them, rubbing up and down the split between them, the head pushing down  on her exposed asshole. "No," she cried, she could feel the first shudders of  an orgasm rippling through her body. "NNOO," not like this she thought, naked  and spread, dry humping a hard cock in her ass cheeks.
   	"Yes, cum for me Sara, cum with me," his finger continuing to abuse her  sensitive clit as she humped his cock. He pumped her hips up and down, her body  covered in sweat, her hips moving faster and faster as her orgasm approached.
   	Her head rose up and she cried out, "GGGGOOODD," her ass thrust back as  far as she could, her cum running down the insides of her thighs as she came  from John's ministrations of her body. She felt him jerk her back onto his cock  and hold her as his cock began to pump out his hot cum all over her naked flesh,  running down the crack of her ass to mix with her cum on her thighs. Another  orgasm hit her as she felt a powerful burst of his cum hit directly on her  asshole, almost feeling like it was entering her. The head of his cock entered  the inside of her rectum, expanding it open on the slippery cum lubricating her  back passage. She groaned in pain as she felt another burst of cum, this time  entering her rectum.
   	John could not contain himself as he came. His cock had accidentally  entered her asshole and it was only a large amount of self-control, fearing the  consequences of what Michael would do to him if he did that, he was able to pull  his cock from her asshole. Her asshole gripped him tightly as he pulled it from  her and she sucked a load of cum out of him as he exited.
   	Their bodies were spent, John's cock already shrinking. "Don't say  anything about my cock in your asshole to Michael or I will make your life  miserable," his hand slapping her naked ass cheeks again. "Now get dressed and  get to work," pulling up his pants as he left the pantry.
   	Sara put her clothes back on, forced to pull her panties over her cum  soaked ass, feeling the material clinging to her flesh. She went back to work,  fearing what would transpire with Michael tonight.
   	After a quick bath, Sara put on her clothes, the silky panties and  camisole, a white silk blouse, buttoned neatly up the front and a long black  skirt, clinging tightly to her hips and ass. She was perched atop a pair of  black three inch heels they stretched her legs taunt. She knocked on the door  and entered without waiting for a response. Michael was sitting by the  fireplace in his smoking jacket, his naked legs reflecting his nakedness  underneath the garment. The fire blazed off the shiny wood of the punishment  bench, the smell of the fresh leather of the straps filling the room. She  shuddered at the thought of her punishment, small tears already forming in her  eyes.
   	Michael's hand reached down to his erect cock already pushing up the  silk garment as he gazed at Sara. "Come here," he ordered her, not even  exchanging the customary pleasantries, asserting his supreme authority over her.
 "Quickly."
   	Sara moved in front of him, staring straight ahead as she saw his hand  already stroking his covered cock. She saw the wide array of instruments on the  floor next to the bench and she shuddered. There was a long wooden ruler, a  riding crop, a three inch leather strap, two paddles, one wooden and the other  leather with metal studs and the most evil looking three strand whip that had to  be at least two feel long with tiny knots all along the length of them. She  knew this was going to be painful.
   	"Move over to the desk and bend over it with your hands gripping the  other side," Michael ordering her as he stood and followed her to the desk. He  watched her ass swing sensuously before him, molded tightly within the confines  of the skirt. His hand swung and hit it sharply, the loud smack ringing out in  the room. "Come quickly," his hand pushing down on her back, forcing her down  onto the hard desk. "Grab the other end," watching as she had to stretch out  onto her toes to accommodate his orders.
   	She felt hands fumbling with the buttons on the back of her skirt and  felt it loosened and fall to the floor. She stepped out of the garment, obeying  Michael's orders. She felt his feet nudge against her ankles, urging her to  spread her legs, first the left one, then the right until they were spread  obscenely to the edges of the desk, over four feet wide.
   	"Can you keep your legs spread for me, or should I tie them to the desk  legs?"
   	"No sir, don't tie them, I will keep them spread," sobbing at the  humiliation of subjecting herself to his will. She felt his hands begin to rub  over her asscheeks, taking possession of her body without protest. She could  feel her pussy already wet in anticipation, the stripping of her body naked  before him exciting her. She almost forgot the punishment as she felt the  fingers running up and down her ass split, one finger pushing hard on her anus  spread open beneath the silky undergarments. She felt his hot breath between  her legs and knew that he must be kneeling down, his eyes staring directly  between her legs, a gentle breeze blowing on her pussy from behind. "MMMM," she  moaned quietly, hoping that Michael would not hear her pleasure.
   	Michael slipped the knots of the panties loose and let the silk garment  run silently down between her legs. His fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart,  her tiny anus exposed to his gaze. He inhaled the musty smell of her body, her  pungent scent assailing his nostrils. His tongue pushed out and touched the  tiny bud, the wet tongue touching her hot flesh. He could taste her, her scent,  her excitement.
   	"GGGGOOODDD," Sara moaned as a shudder ran through her body as her anus  was tongued for the first time. Why did all of them have such an interest in  her anus? She felt his fingers push up between her legs and along her tender  inner thighs until it reached her wet pussy from behind. She felt her lips  pulled apart, the air in the room blowing on her super-heated pussy.
   	"Arch up for me, Sara, arch up your hot ass and pussy for me."
   	Her legs raised up higher, her toes stretched tightly as she presented  her naked sex for his inspection. She had never felt so used and humiliated as  she was now, yet she would probably cum if his tongue touched her erect clit.
 She could hear him shuffling behind her and felt his hands back on her naked ass  cheeks again. She looked back and saw his hand clutching the large wooden  ruler, stepping back from her near naked body.
   	"Arch up a little higher, I want your pussy pouch pushed out, legs  spread wide, I want that cute little asshole open and exposed. That's a good  girl, now I want you to hold real still for me and don't close your legs.
 You're to receive 20 with the ruler. If you move, I'll start all over."
   	"AAAAWWWWW," she cried out, her eyes shut tightly, her legs trembling as  the ruler hit her tender ass cheeks. At first she only heard the sound as they  wood hit her flesh with a resounding smack. It felt like minutes before the  pain rushed up from her ass cheeks to her brain the pain overpowering her  senses. "OOOOWWW, no more," she begged, but knew that it was useless to beg.
 This would only be the beginning.
   	The wooden ruler tapped between her legs, smacking lightly against her  spread pussy lips. "Up higher, I like you on your toes. Good girl," watching  as she arched up again, presenting her naked sex to the wooden ruler. The ruler  again slapped on her naked flesh, this time smacking between her spread cheeks,  the top of the ruler hitting her open asshole.
   	It felt like her asshole was being torn from her body as the wooden  ruler smacked her most intimate part of her body. The pain shot up into her  bowels, her stomach cramping in response to the cruel punishment. "Not there,"
 she cried out, her legs perched perilously on her toes, legs spread obscenely.
   	Michael did not wait for any further response, the ruler continuing to  beat upon her naked ass and sex. He proceeded slowly, allowing her body to calm  down before inflicting another painful swat on her, making her feel the full  effects of each swat. The wooden ruler played all over her naked sex. It hit  her ass cheeks, her asshole and finally he played the ruler up from the floor  and hit her unprotected pussy, the wood splatting noisily against her wet inner  pussy lips. His cock hardened each time as he tore screams from her lips, her  feet dancing on her toes as she performed a "punishment dance" for his pleasure.
 He would stroke his fingers up between her pussy lips, preparing her, making her  wetter for the wooden ruler to slap hard against the inner lips. She consented  to his ministrations, her pussy juicing up each time with his fingers, her lips  pulled back, exposing her pink inner pussy lips. Soon the lips turned a deeper  red, the wooden ruler taking its toll on the tender flesh. She would gasp as  his fingers touched the tender flesh. "And twenty," the wooden ruler pushing  hard down on her asshole, her loudest scream tore from her lips. He saw her  body slumping down on the desk.
   	Sara could not believe the pain between her legs. The wooden ruler had  taken the toll on her body, especially on her tender pussy. Michael had been so  cruel, to beat the most intimate part of a girls body and she worried about what  else he was going to do. She cringed when she heard his next command, but she  had expected it.
   	"Take off the rest of your clothes. I want you to strip naked for me  and then it is on the punishment bench for you." Michael watched as she stood  up from the desk, her body moving slowly, reflecting the pain he had inflicted  on her body. She turned and faced him, her fingers moving to the buttons on her  blouse, slowly opening them. She pulled the blouse from her shoulders and let  it fall to the floor. "The rest, strip off the rest." She let the camisole  fall from her shoulders and slink down to the floor, her naked breasts revealed  to him. "Very beautiful Sara, especially that red bush. I imagine it is a  little sore now, but soon it will feel the effect of my hard cock taking your  virginity." His hand reached down and his fingers brushed through the silky,  red pubic hair. He laughed when he felt her wetness. "I knew you would be like  this, Sara. It seems that your pussy liked the attention I gave it," his finger  pushing up inside her vagina until he reached her hymen. "Spread your legs," he  ordered her.
   	Sara shuffled her feet farther apart, the strange feeling of having a  fat finger inside her vagina making it difficult. She stood naked and spread  before him, his finger bumping hard against her hymen. She knew that soon he  would tear through it. His fingers continued to play through her pussy lips,  pushing them aside as his fingers played along the slick surface.
   	He pushed her towards the bench, his hands leaving her pussy. "Kneel  down her," he ordered her. He shuffled her body down on the punishment bench.
 He opened the pillory in the front, pushing her head between the wooden stocks.
 He let the wooden stocks fall, trapping her head between them. Her wrists were  next, soon bound tightly between the wooden slats. Sara could barely move her  upper torso.
   	She was really getting scared now. Michael had her bound tightly into  the wooden stocks in the front, unable to move her head or her hands. She felt  his hands fumbling with her legs, pulling them apart, her knees dragging  painfully on the bench as she was spread open again. He kept pulling until her  legs were spread obscenely and then locked them into the wooden stocks. She  felt his hands moving up between her thighs, rubbing her tender inner thighs  with his callused hands. She felt the fumbling between her knees as Michael  placed a spreader bar between them, a thick wooden dowel with leather straps to  keep her from closing her knees.
   	"Let's get that nice ass up high, shall we, Sara," Michael's hands  pushing the rear stocks up towards her head, forcing her ass to rise up,  thrusting her delectable ass cheeks up. "Yes, so much better," his hands  running over her ass, her cheeks spread open, her pussy pouch and asshole spread  for his pleasure. His fingers sought out her spread open asshole, rubbing some  moisture from her pussy up to it. He saw her trying to squirm to avoid fingers  but John's bench prevented all movement. He slapped her ass, "still, I don't  want any trouble out of you." His fingers returned to her asshole, running  around the tiny opening, feeling her trying to clench her ass cheeks together.
 He pushed his finger into her asshole, feeling her sphincter grabbing tightly  onto the tip of his digit as it slowly pressed into her.
   	"Ow, not there, please, no." It felt uncomfortable, the finger moving  around inside her rectum. Her tiny asshole had to stretch painfully, although  it was only a finger. She could feel it begin to push in, stretching her  asshole open as it plunged ruthlessly up her asshole. "AAAHHH," she moaned in  pain as one finger became two, twisting and turning in her unused back passage.
 Her sphincter grabbed onto the invading digits, clenching and unclenching on  them in response to the unnatural act.
 	  	"You're going to make a good assfuck, Sara. Your tight asshole  naturally clenches on whatever is shoved up it. You may not like having a big,  hard cock up your tight asshole, but anyone that does will love the way your  asshole will squeeze the cum out of them. But first your punishment and then it  will be time to get rid of your pesky virginity. I think the paddle first, then  the studded paddle. I want a nice set of red asscheeks. Are you ready, Sara?"
 	  	Sara tightened her asscheeks as she felt the wooden paddle lightly  caressing her spread cheeks. She could feel her juices running down the inside  of her thighs. God, how could she continue to be wet, knowing that soon the  paddle would beat a painful tattoo on her cheeks. She screamed the first time  the paddle hit her asscheeks, the broad paddle smacking a large portion of her  unprotected flesh. She could barely catch her breath when the paddle came  crashing down again. "OOOOWWW," she cried in pain, her ass moving in a circle,  unable to get out of the way of the cruel paddle. She could feel the heat in  her tender skin as the paddle continued to beat the flesh. She would not be  able to sit for a week.
 	  	Michael's cock hardened even more as he watched Sara's bound body absorb  the bruising smacks of the wooden paddle. It shown a bright red, her asscheeks  clenching and unclenching, her tiny asshole peeking in and out of sight. As  soon as he had hit her with 20 strokes, he picked up the leather paddle with the  bright metal studs. His hand ran over her asscheeks, feeling her flinch in pain  as he felt the heat of her skin. "Now to really make it tender. When I fuck  you from behind, I am going to bump up against your sore ass. It's going to  make you move around, giving me a nice fuck. It may hurt you, but that does not  matter. Your only concern is to give me a good fuck."
 	  	"OOOH, GODDDDDD," she cried out in pain as the leather paddle and the  studs smacked harshly against her already tender asscheeks. It felt like the  studs were tearing her skin apart. "Smmmack," the paddle again striking her  upraised bottom, her ass dancing under the spanking she was receiving. She knew  that she was spread obscenely to Michael's gaze, her ass moving around like it  was fucking the air. "OOOOOOOWWW," her voice turning hoarse from screaming as  the paddle slapped between her open thighs, hitting the tender insides, first on  one side then the other. "Please, no more, please," she cried out in pain.
 	  	Michael stroked his cock as he observed her beet red ass. Soon he would  bury his hard cock in her virgin pussy, but first he still had to tenderize the  prize. "Rise up higher," sliding the stocks in the back towards her body,  forcing her ass to move up higher. "Wider," taking first one leg, then the  other out of the stocks and placing them in the outer rings. Her legs were now  spread over 5 feet wide, her moans of pain reflecting the pain she felt as she  was almost ripped up the middle by the obscene spread of her legs. The position  she was in almost looked ridiculous, the arch of her ass into the air forcing an  almost comic scene. But Michael's purpose was satisfied, opening her pussy to  the lash of the riding crop. "Now you will feel the lash of the riding crop on  your pussy. Your pussy lips are spread back, the pink inner lips gaping open.
 You will be surprised at how much punishment your pussy can take. It will hurt  and you will scream in pain, but it will make my cock so hard," laughing as he  lightly tapped her pussy with the crop, feeling her body shudder in fear.
 	  	"No, not on my sex, please don't, I wouldn't bite again," she cried out,  her ass already smarting from the paddling. "You shouldn't hit girls between  their legs." She knew that her pleas of help would do no good. She learned in  the orphanage that men liked to use their power to abuse young girls. She had  heard the other girl's talk about how Mr. Smith, the head of the orphanage had  subjected some of the prettier girls to humiliation and had sexually abused  them. They were continually subjected to punishment in his office where he  would force them to strip naked, inspect their bodies and subject them to  corporal punishment. Before allowing them to leave, they would have to sexually  service him in whatever manner he chose. He had heard the girls even talk of  being taken anally and now that she had suffered under Michael and John, she  knew this to be true. They seem to take great delight in playing with her tiny  asshole and she was sure that someday Michael would be putting his hard cock  into her asshole and sodomizing her. She did not look forward to that day.
 	  	Michael stroked his cock as he looked down at the spread body before  him. Her legs were spread obscenely, her pussy gaping open, her asshole  exposed. He rubbed the whip, feeling the supple leather, it would be soon wet  with the juices from her body. He knew that Sara would feel the pain of the  crop, but he also suspected that she would also be extremely wet from the  experience. The sickening sound of the leather riding crop hitting her  sensitive flesh rang out in the room. Michael had brought the crop up from the  floor, it moving silently through the air as it shot up between her legs until  it struck between her spread pussy lips.
 	  	"AAAGGGHH," Sara cried, her head rising up, her eyes wide open in pain.
 The crop had lashed at her pussy but it took long seconds until the pain shot up  her spine and reached her brain. "NNNNNOOO, no more," she cried out, her face  contoured in pain as she braced herself for the pain again. She did not have to  wait to long. She could hear the crop whistling through the air this time  before it smashed into her left pussy lip, slapping at the puffy flesh with a  resounding thud. Her body jerked in pain, the punishment bench doing its job,  holding her firmly in place and spread open. It felt like her pussy was on fire  as the leather beat the sensitive flesh.
 	  	Michael moved the crop between her legs at the juncture and slapped the  crop back and forth, beating at each tender thigh, each time moving up and down  her thighs, the flesh first turning pink and then beginning to turn a darker  red. The crop reached the top, and began a series of short, sharp slaps of the  leather crop against her pussy. He watched as her body jerked up and down,  unable to keep up with the constant barrage of pain shooting between her legs.
 Her pussy lips shuddered under the crop, turning red as Michael beat the flesh.
 "I love so much beating your pussy, Sara. Love to hear your gasps and shouts of  pain, unable to stop what I am doing to your lovely, young body. Do you want me  continue, Sara, or are you ready to surrender your virginity to me?"
 	  	"Ohhh, Godddd, it hurts so much," she cried out, the sound of slapping  flesh ringing out in the room, the sound of the creaking of the wood of the  punishment bench as she moved around as much as she could in the strict bondage  Michael had forced her into. "No more," she cried out again in pain, tears  running down her face, her eyes opened wide in pain. She did not have to wait  for an answer, the crop swung up from the floor again, the power of Michael's  force behind it, smashing between her split pussy lips, striking hard on her  virgin pussy.
 	  	"Yes, you scream so well," bringing the whip down from over his head  this time, striking her unprotected asshole. The tiny hole, nothing more than a  star, pink and exposed received the brunt of the crop as it smashed down.
 	  	"GGGGGGGOODDDDDD, AAAGGGGG," Sara yelled out. When she thought it could  not get any worse, it did. It felt like the crop was tugging her tiny asshole  out of shape, driving it deep into her body when it struck. She did not expect  him to hit her there, but she should have. Men had such fascinations with her  asshole.
 	  	Michael continued to lash at her unprotected body, watching her body  dance to the pain. He would strike her flesh, then move the crop up and down  her pussy slip, making sure that it rubbed harshly over her exposed clit. He  could see her pussy getting wet, the crop hitting it with a sloppy sound as it  sank into the wet flesh. Her cries turned hoarse, the pain mixing with the  pleasure, as he would beat her, them masturbate her with the crop, only to  return again with the slashing crop. He finally dropped the crop to the floor,  rubbing his hard cock, unable to continue. He was enjoying whipping her, but he  needed to relieve himself and her virgin pussy was his target. There would be  other times she would displease him, other times he would bind her into the  punishment bench and allow him to take his sadistic pleasure with her body. He  needed to cum now, and her body was going to receive it.
 	  	Her legs were released from the pillory holding them spread wide,  Michael opening the pillory in the front, allowing her head and hands to be  released. She felt Michael's hands helping her gently out of the punishment  bench as if he was a gentleman helping a lady through the door. But he wasn't.
 He was a sadistic monster that took sexual joy in placing her into bondage and  beating her sexual parts. And now he was readying to take her virginity  forever. She felt herself being led over to the large, overstuffed leather  chair near the fireplace. She was forced to her knees on the chair, facing the  back of it. She allowed Michael to arrange her body for his pleasure, unable to  stop him from his evil plan. Hands pushed up on her asscheeks, forcing her to  rise higher, her upper body now hanging over the top, her breasts hanging down,  easily accessible to Michael hands when he would fuck her.
 	  	"Good girl, Sara, soon you will feel the first cock in your virgin  pussy. It will hurt, but only for a short time," his fingers running up between  her legs to stroke her wet pussy. "You seem to love the pain," laughing as he  pulled his soaked fingers from her body. "I will make sure that you are never  lacking the stimulation. Spread your legs for me, yes, such a good girl," her  pussy lips pulling back as Michael pushed her legs to the outermost portion of  the chair seat. He saw her exposed asshole, now a bright red and could not  resist touching it. He saw her body jump, a mixture of pain and surprise.
 "Yes, I love your little asshole, Sara. You will soon share that with me also.
 You will feel the exquisite pain as your asshole is forced to accept my raging  hardon. You will feel my power as I sodomize you for my pleasure and you will  milk my cock until I cum deep inside your colon."
 	  	Sara felt the fat finger push into her asshole, forcing her sphincter to  accept the twisting and turning digit. Her sphincter went into a series of  spasms, clamping and unclamping on the finger as it pushed farther into the deep  recesses of her rectum. She squirmed on the chair, a suggestive shaking of her  ass as if she was enjoying the fingering of her asshole instead of her true  feelings, the uncomfortable and somewhat painful fingering of her most private  orifice. The finger popped out with a noisy sound, her sphincter grabbing it  tightly as it moved out as if it did not want it to leave.
 	  	The bulbous head of his cock, slick in his precum moved between her  pussy lips, running up and down her reddened slit, coating the mushroom head  with her juices. Michael sighed in pleasure as he pushed it up against her  pussy opening, watching as it slowly began to spread open, gripping tightly  around the huge head. He heard her groan in pain as it stretched wide, wrapping  around it like a tight rubber band. "Such a tight pussy, Sara," jerking  forward, the head of his cock almost buried inside her pussy. He felt it hit  her hymen, bumping up against the delicate membrane. "You will always remember  my cock, the cock that took your virginity," shoving hard into her virgin body,  tearing her membrane like it was butter, his hard cock pushing aside the walls  of her pussy as it slowly buried itself in her body. He saw a streak of blood  run down her thighs as he pulled it from her, leaving the head grabbed tightly  by her pussy, sheen of blood and pussy juice coating it.
 	  	The whipping was terrible enough, the riding crop tearing unmercifully  at her pussy, but the taking of her virginity by his large cock was almost as  bad. It felt like her body was tearing apart as it forcefully penetrated her  tight passage, pushing aside with brute strength her inner walls, forcing them  to accept the large cock. She could feel the bumps and ridges of his cock as it  bore into her body. She screamed in pain from the initial tearing, moaning as  Michael continued to pummel her body, each time pulling his cock out of her  pussy, only to plunge it in again, each time with more force, each time sinking  farther into her inner pussy. His hands held her tightly by the hips, pulling  her back onto his cock as he fucked in, pushing out as he withdrew. When her  pussy gripped his cock head, he would rotate her hips, forcing her to dance on  his cock, massaging the head. "Such a good fuck, Sara, do you like your first  cock?"
 	  	"MMM," she moaned in pain as her once virgin pussy clung to the cock  fucking her for the first time. It felt like her insides were being pulled out  when it withdrew and knocked the breath from her lungs when he plunged in.
 "AAAGHHH," she cried as he bottomed out in her pussy, slamming painfully against  her cervix, burying it deep inside her. She felt it jerk inside her, jumping  around, rubbing against her bruised insides. "Slow down, not so fast," she  cried as the cock withdrew, but he slammed back into her with a jolt, pushing  her hard against the chair back. His hands roamed all over his body as he began  to fuck her, making her accept his punishing cock strokes. Fingers plucked at  her hanging breasts, fingernails biting deeply into her erect nipples. She  pushed back to escape the pinching of her nipples, but only succeeding in  forcing his cock into her pussy with even more brutal strokes. Another hand  reached between her legs, searching out her clit. It found the hard bud,  peaking out from beneath her clit hood, an enlarged organ, red and inflamed in  lust. Fingers rubbed harshly over it making her move her hips sensuously,  fucking back on the cock stretching her pussy. "MMMM," she moaned, this time  more in pleasure then in pain. "MMMM, not so hard," she begged but rammed her  pussy back onto his cock as the fingers plucked her clit painfully.
 	  	"I can't hold out much longer, Sara. Your pussy is milking the cum from  my balls. John was right, you are a great fuck," slamming into her stretched  pussy, fucking her faster and faster. His cock continued its brutal assault on  her body, but she was now an active participate. His fingers continued to  sexually abuse her body, pinching and pawing at her clit, her body jerking back  and forth. His fingers were soaked in her juices. He pushed in hard, burying  his cock as deep as he could inside her, holding it in place as he felt the  first feelings of impending orgasm. "FFFUUCCK," he screamed as the cum shot up  from his balls, running along his organ and shooting out. The first load of cum  shot out inside her, bathing the walls of her pussy with his hot juices.
 "FFFFUUUCK," again, his cock twitching inside her, her pussy walls clenching and  unclenching on his sprewing organ.
 	  	Sara felt it also, the impending orgasm. Her body tightened on the  throbbing organ in her as she felt the first bath of hot cum spray her insides.
 Her sensitive clit, already swollen to twice its size was gripped tightly by his  fingers, pulling the hard bud back and forth. The orgasm hit her body like no  other, shooting from between her legs, running up her spine and hitting her  brain like a freight train. She screamed loudly, GGGGGGGGGGODDDDD,  pleeeeeaaaasseee," not sure what she was begging for. She felt the spasms in  her pussy, her pussy walls gripping down on the rampaging cock buried deep  inside her. She could feel her juices running out of her pussy, mixed with his  cum, running down her thighs. Another load of cum was dumped in her pussy  before Michael began to pull his cock from her pussy, her walls grabbing it  tightly, trying to prevent it from leaving her. She was not disappointed. When  only the head was gripped tightly, he plunged back in again, hitting her cervix  just as another orgasm hit her body, sending her over the edge. Her body  shuddered and shook in pleasure, his hot cum filling her once virgin pussy.
 	  	Michael looked down at her body, bathed in a sheen of sweat, the light  from the fire dancing over it. His cock glistened, a sheen of blood and cum on  it. He slapped her ass hard, feeling her body jerk in response, but no sound of  protest coming from her lips. He pulled his cock from her pussy with a noisy  pop, a rush of cum flowing down her thighs as her pussy was emptied. He slapped  her pussy with the flat of his hand, amused from the sound of his hand hitting  soggy flesh. "Sara seemed to love her first fuck. There will be many more like  this. Now off with you," pulling her from the chair, throwing her clothes at  her and pushing her out the door. He saw the surprised look on her face as she  clutched her clothes over her naked body as he slammed it shut on her face.
 	  	Sara never felt so humiliated, standing naked in the hall, cum running  down her leg to puddle at her feet. Her virginity taken and then discarded like  a common street whore. She clutched at her clothes and ran off to her room,  hoping she could reach it before John saw her.
 	  To be Continued     


	Part 6


   This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced  to do to survive the Great Depression. Sara is an 18-year-old orphan during the  depression and life is hard.

   Maiden Maid   Chapter 6 John Teaches Sara

    The next morning, Sara walked slowly into the kitchen, her body still aching  from the punishment and the fucking she had endured. She had gone back to her  room after Michael had fucked her hard and lay on the bed, naked. She allowed  her legs to spread, wider and wider as if forced to do so, until they hung over  the edge. She let her fingers trace down the flat plane of her stomach until  she reached her flaming red bush. She could fill the heat from beneath it, the  heat from the spanking, then the whipping of her pussy with the riding crop.
 Her fingers traced between her pussy lips, almost stuck tight from the drying  cum. She pried them apart and one finger entered her pussy, still soaked with  cum. She began to finger her pussy, her other hand reaching over to her  nipples, fingers grabbing one tightly and pulling it hard. It ached as she did,  but she forced herself to endure it. It moved down and grabbed her swollen clit  and began to play with it hard, two fingers now fucking her tight pussy as he  did. She began to moan in pleasure, her ass rising up from the bed, her legs  still spread obscenely as if held tightly by an unknown assailant. She stuffed  part of the bed sheet into her mouth, effectively gagging her as she began to  cum. Her finger slipped under her body and the dry digit painfully pushed into  her asshole, burying itself to the first knuckle until it ground to a halt. She  could feel her hot asshole clenching on the digit as the orgasms rolled through  her body again.
    Sara got up quickly and ran to the bathroom, embarrassed at her feelings and  the easy way she had forced herself to cum again. That's not the way a good  girl acts, only a whore. She washed all traces of the treatment she had endured  from her body and got between the cool sheets, falling asleep quickly, exhausted  from the ordeal she had endured.
    John smiled as he saw Sara entering the room, walking slowly and carefully.
 He knew that she must be sore between her legs, Michael having told her of the  pussy whipping and the fucking he had given her. His cock had stood out as  Michael detailed the happenings of the night before. He had gone into intimate  details, loving to share his conquests with John.
    "John, why don't you have Sara help you clean the library today. Show her my  vast collection of bondage and sadomasochistic books and pictures. Maybe engage  in a little bondage with her. Then maybe I will join you. Such lovely things  we could both do to that tight body."
    John was pleased with the suggestion, not getting much relief from his sexual  encounter with Sara yesterday in the pantry, wanting so much more from her. "I  would enjoy that very much. Remember the last maid. We had her naked, spread  apart between the two ladders in the library. And they thought those ladders  were for reaching books high up," he laughed.
    "I will have her in the library right after lunch, I will join you about  three. That should give you time enough to get her naked and bound. You may  fuck her today, she will still be very tight, especially if she is sore from  last night. She should buck around nicely, giving you a nice ride."
    John smiled at her as she entered. "Morning, Sara. Did you sleep well last  night?"
    Sara turned red, embarrassed, knowing that John knew what had happened last  night. "YYess," she stammered, quickly grabbing a cup of coffee, wanting to  take it to her room to drink in privacy.
    "Michael wants to see you first thing this morning. He has a chore for you  to perform after lunch," grinning as he said it, his cock straining his trousers  in expectations.
    Sara turned and left the room, almost spilling her coffee as she did. "Thank  you, I will see him right away," she said over her shoulder as she almost ran  from the room.
    Sara left her coffee on the stand outside Michael's room and entered. He was  still in bed, reading the newspaper and drinking his morning coffee. "John said  you wanted me, Sir?"
    Michael looked at, his cock twitching as he saw her face and body,  remembering last nights encounter. "I want you to help John clean the library  today. Meet him there after lunch."
    "Yes, sir, anything else Sir," she stammered out, hoping to escape his  leering glances at her body.
    "You are new here, Sara. John is my most trusted servant and also dear  friend. I want you to treat him as you would me and obey his every command. Do  I make myself clear, Sara? His every command," he accented.
    Sara did not like the sound of the command, but she knew she had no choice.
 John had already cornered her in the pantry yesterday and took considerable  liberties with her body, forcing her to cum for him. "Yes, sir, I will obey  him," quickly leaving the room, grabbing her coffee and heading for her room.
    The morning passed slowly, Sara's thoughts drifting to last night and the  expectations of what would transpire this afternoon. She tried to shake the  images from her mind, images of John dominating her sexually. She felt the  wetness between her legs. Damn it, clear your mind. Your acting like a slut,  she thought. She slowly ate lunch, John sitting across from her, staring at  her, making her turn red, his eyes staring through her clothes.
    "Time to work in the library," he stated, moving up from the table and  leaving the room. Sara followed him down the hall to the large door to the  library and John let her pass, watching her sexy ass cling tightly to the skirt  she was wearing. Michael knew how to dress them    "What do you want me to do?" Sara asked, her eyes staring at the ground, not  wanting to see the lust in Johns eyes.
    "I am going to show you some of Michael's private collection books. He wants  you to see some of the things you have agreed to submit to. And then I am going  to play with your body again, Sara. Remember yesterday in the pantry, when I  made you cum?"
    Sara's head hung in shame, but she nodded yes, remembering his expert fingers  bringing her to a powerful orgasm as she stood half-naked and spread before him,  his hard cock pressed tightly against her virgin asshole as he shot his cum all  over her ass cheeks. What did he plan to do to her today? She thought.
    "Good girl, Sara, now step over her. I have been waiting to put my hands all  over that delectable body all day. You have made my cock hard, Sara, thinking  about you. You are going to have to be punished for doing that, for making my  cock hard." He motioned her over in front of him, his large, hairy hands  already extended out, waiting to run over her body as if he owned it.
    Sara cringed when she heard the word punishment. Why did men get so much  enjoyment in her screams of pain? What about all of the romance she had read so  much about when she was young. Is it all fiction, and that man just got  enjoyment from a woman's suffering, subjecting them to humiliation and sexual  perversions? Is that what the books that John was going to show her today would  reveal? She moved towards him and cringed when she saw his hands already  reaching out, ready to run them over her young body. He was so much older then  she was, having to be at least in his forties. While Michael was older, he was  also very handsome. And rich. John was only a servant and old enough to be her  father, if she had ever remembered one. And now he was using her body as if he  was her lover. Or worse, a sexual pervert. She moved within his grasp, his  breath revealing what he had eaten for breakfast, not as fastidiously clean as  Michael always seemed to be. She cringed as his arms pulled her close to her,  her body pushing up against his, molding along his contours.
    John's cock jumped in his pants when her body rubbed against his as his arms  encircled her small waist and pushed her tight against him. One hand moved up  to her face, cupping under her chin, pulling her face up to his, her eyes wide  open in fear. "Can you feel my cock against your pussy, Sara?" He made it  jerk, knowing that she could feel the enormous slab of cock tucked tightly in  his trousers. "It is much bigger then Michael's and I can last longer then he  can. I'm going to fuck you today, Sara, fuck you hard with my big cock.
 Michael is going to join us later. After I get you naked. I don't know what he  is going to do to you, but you can be sure his cock will visit some of your  orifices. Would you like both of us to fuck you at the same time, Sara, two  hard cocks tearing into your young, delectable body?" Her eyes looked like that  of a scared deer in the cross-hair of a hunter's rifle.
    "Please," she begged, staring into the lust crazed eyes of John, as his cock  rubbed harshly against her covered pussy. "I still hurt from last night,  between my legs. He whipped me there and then his cock tore my virginity.
 Please, not again. I will rub your thing, make it cum for you," she begged him,  hoping she could satisfy his lust another way.
    His hand slipped lower, grabbing her ass with his large palm, almost  encircling her whole bottom with one hand, squeezing the fleshy globes. So soft  and resilient, it would feel good again when his cock is snuggled between the  tight cheeks. Soon he would get a chance to sodomize her, enjoying her scream  in pain as his large cock would tear into her tight asshole. But first Michael  would get the chance to be the first one to be snuggled tightly up her hot and  tight asshole. "My cock is throbbing, Sara, it wants your tight pussy wrapped  around it. Before the day is over, you will be begging me to fuck your pussy.
 Now rub your pussy on my cock," slapping her hard on the ass, forcing her onto  his hard cock. "Yes, like that," slapping her had again.
    Her ass stung from the slaps, her hips beginning to move from side to side,  rubbing her pussy on the hard meat pushing out the front of his trousers. It  felt huge, almost the size of a babies arm. It was going to hurt much more then  when Michael's cock had fucked her. She could feel it pushing her pussy lips to  the side each time she rubbed it, feeling the moisture beginning to form in her  pussy from the forced masturbation of his cock by her pussy.
    "Better, keep it up," staring into her eyes. His hand returned to her ass  cheek, squeezing the taut flesh in his palm. His other hand continued to keep  her head looking at him, his face moving closer to hers until his lips touched  her. He could feel her lips shut tightly as he tried to kiss her. Slap,  SSLLLAAP, the sound of his hand beating on her ass flesh ringing out in the  room. "Kiss back, open your mouth and tongue fuck me or I will have you bent  over the chair and whip your ass until you do!"
    Sara allowed her lips to unclench, feeling his tongue move into the hot  confines of her mouth, dancing over her teeth and tongue. Another smack to her  ass, her pussy still grinding onto his hard cock. She could feel it twitch and  jump each time he slapped her. His cock enjoyed her pain. She pushed her  tongue into his mouth, not wanting another spank on her ass cheeks. She could  already feel the heat and sting from the others, his hand returning to pinch and  grab at her ass meat. Their tongues intertwined in his mouth, darting back and  forth over each other.
    "MMMMMM," he moaned, grinding his hard cock into her delicate body more. He  pulled back from her face, her mouth and lips wet from his kiss. "You're a hot  bitch. Is your pussy creamin' for me yet?" He laughed at her obvious  embarrassment. She was probably already wet. He had seen that in her yesterday  in the pantry. She got off sexually submitting to a man. He slapped her ass  hard. "Up on the ladder, I have some books for you to look at. These will make  you cream in your pants," he laughed.
    He made her climb the ladder, standing below her, able to look up her dress  as she moved up to the fourth step. "Those two on the end. The red one half  ways across and the fat blue one on the end. Get them all," he commanded her.
    Sara picked out the books, gazing at the titles as she did. She was shocked  at them. And scared. "Bondage through the Ages" was the first one. "Sexual  submission and the Whip", "Gang Rapes and the Need to be Raped" and finally  "Sexual Submission and Humiliation, Understanding the Needs of the Female  Submissive." What had she gotten into? What were Michael and John going to do  to her?
    "Don't get down yet. Stay there, but spread your legs apart. Yes, a little  farther, I wouldn't let you fall," moving up unto the first step of the ladder,  his head almost falling under her skirt.
    She felt his breath on her legs and then felt a hand slowly side up the  inside of her legs, moving up higher to grab her thigh tightly, nudging them  farther apart as he did.
    "Such smooth thighs you have, Sara. So tender. Can you imagine how much it  would sting if I spanked them? Or whipped them. Forcing you to spread wider,  opening up your defenseless pussy." His hand grabbed her thigh tightly, hearing  her groan in pain as he did. He moved up until he reached her crotch. "Yes,  wet panties. I knew I would find wet panties, Sara." His fingers began to play  with her panty covered pussy, the silky material already soaked in anticipation  of further humiliation and sexual abuse.
    She felt him grip her crotch tightly, his large hand able to effectively grab  her whole sex, fingers pushing between her lips as he did. He clenches and  unclenched on her sex, her moan of pain further encouraging his abuse of her  young body. He let go of her and ordered her down the ladder. She sat on the  couch next to him, the books by her side.
    "Let's look at the books, Sara. Let us look at what your future will bring."
 The first, "Sexual Submission and Humiliation, Understanding the Needs of the  Female Submissive" had many pictures. Each one showed a female, forced to strip  herself naked, to one and sometime many males. She was forced to pose in many  humiliating positions, often with her sex and asshole exposed. Each time the  female was masturbated as she exposed herself and the pictures clearly showed  the female lubricating as fingers pushed into her vagina or plucked at her  clitoris. She was finally forced to climax on the masturbating fingers as the  males watched her body shudder.
 	   More pictures, of females strapped onto gynecologist tables, legs in  stirrups, their sex exposed as men, dressed like doctors examined them  intimately with metal instruments. Finally, pictures of females forced to their  knees, hard, thick cocks in their mouth, hands holding their heads tightly as  they sucked the cocks thrust into their oral orifice. Or on their backs, legs  drawn up high almost behind their head, thick cock splitting open their pussy as  they were brutally fucked as others watched, stroking their cocks, waiting their  turn. Finally, on her stomach, her legs spread wide, her ass cheeks parted, her  unwilling anus exposed. A male would lie on top of her, slipping between her  legs, hands fumbling between them, hips pushing down hard. You could see the  anguish and pain on her face in the pictures as a thick cock was forced into her  most intimate passage, her asshole, the males hips pumping his cock in and out  of her, sodomizing her, finally dumping a load of hot cum in the depths of her  colon.
    "No," she trembled in fear. Was that what was to become of her. John's hand  moved down between her legs, slipping her skirt up higher until he reached her  crotch again. She let her legs open wider, unable to prevent any further  degradation he would submit her to. "Its only going to be Michael and yourself,  isn't it?"
    "No, Sara. Michael has parties sometimes and I'm sure that you will be the  star attraction. Now let's look at this one, "Sexual submission and the Whip".
 "You will like this one," his fingers pushing aside her panties, reaching for  her wet, pussy. More pictures, some instructional, the right areas to hit with  the whip, how to whip a breast paying special attention to the erect nipple.
 The anus, a very tiny target but a highly concentrated center of pleasure and  pain sensors. Finally the pussy. How to get the female to spread herself open  for the whip, tips on where to start and where to finish. Finally, how to make  the female orgasm from the whip without using your fingers or organ. The  picture showed a naked female, surround by many males, each with their organs  exposed, hands pumping them. She was always spread open before them, either  willingly or bound in painful and tight positions, always exposing her most  intimate parts of her body to the lash of the whip. The last pages showed the  many types of whips and the recommended use, the degree of pain, temporary and  permanent they would inflict and lastly the female part of the body that they  would be most effectively used to inflict the maximum amount of pain. He could  feel her pussy soaking his fingers as they moved around her pussy lips as she  turned the pages, drinking in the obscene pictures before her. "You only felt  the sting of a whip from Michael. It can be very painful. But you will be  surprised. The pain can bring you pleasure."
    Sara did not understand, she only understood that the pictures disgusted her,  but at the same time she could feel herself getting excited as she imagined that  it was her in the picture. All of the males gathered around her, seeing her  naked and spread, the smell of leather as the song of the lash rang out in the  room, her screams joining in the chorus as her body was subjected to the painful  whipping.
    The next was "Bondage through the Ages". He yanked up her skirt so he would  have greater access to her wet crotch, his fingers pushing into her tight  vagina, her groan of pain as the fingers revisited her raw sex from Michael's  fucking last night. This book was all pictures. The naked females all bound  tightly with ropes. Some were bound spread eagle on beds or other flat  surfaces, on their backs or stomachs. Others were bound into various bondage  devices, similar to John's punishment bench, others more painful, large, rough  dildos sticking out them, used to force themselves into unwilling females  pussies or assholes. Breasts were bound tightly, turning dark red, nipples  swollen in lust. Pussies were speared by many objects, including thick, rough  ropes slid up and down their slit, studded dildos, clamps and various electrical  devices built to deliver powerful charges of electricity to delicate female  bodies. "Today I am going to begin binding you. You will be spread open and  unable to defend yourself. We will do many things to your body and you will not  be able to stop us."
    Sara raised her hips up gently, not wanting John to see her joining in the  masturbation of her sex, gripping the finger in her pussy. Even though it hurt,  his thick fingers almost as big as Michael's cock, she knew that she must  submit. It excited her.
    The final book, "Gang Rapes and the Need to be Raped" was the most brutal.
 The females all bore the physical abuse inflicted on them. Many were beaten,  forced to sexually service the males that were raping them. Some girls were  raped by groups of more then twenty men, their mouth, pussy and finally their  asshole all raped for the male pleasure. There would be no pleasure for the  female. No orgasm. This was about control. The control the male had over the  female and his ability to use her body in any manner he saw fit. It was not the  tight pussy or asshole that brought about the male orgasm. It was the screams  of pain as they were pierced by giant cocks. It was the begging and crying, the  pain that the male could inflict on her as he fucked her. Sara had only been  fucked once, relatively painless for the first time, but Michael had made her  cum. She could not imagine taking on that many men at one time. But she could  imagine them inflicting pain. It seemed liked they enjoyed that.
    "That is the life you will enjoy, Sara. Even if you leave the relative easy  life here, you will be subject to even a worse life out their. As a prostitute,  the only profession you would be able to get, you would not last longer then a  year until you were either killed or so badly disfigured, you would not even be  able to continue in that profession. Until this damn depression is over, you  will have to submit to the demands of Michael and myself." He gave her pussy a  very painful fingering, watching her jump in pain. "Get up, and remove your  dress, I want you only in your underwear. It is time you learn firsthand some  of what you have seen in these books. And Michael will be here soon, wanting to  enjoy the delights your body has to offer."
    Sara got up and stood between John's legs as he sat there, looking up at her.
 His hands moved to her hips, watching as she slowly unbuttoned the ten or so  buttons running up the front of the dress. She slowly revealed the silky  garments underneath. She pushed the dress from her shoulders and let if fall  down onto the floor behind her.
    "Hands behind your head, legs spread. Wider, I want your legs spread wider.
 Come on, Sara. I will have you naked soon." He watched as she submissively  complied with his desires, smiling at her lack of reluctance so far. Wait until  Michael's and his desires became more perverted. By that time, even her  reluctance will be overcome by the bondage she would be placed in. She looked  so beautiful. John was so lucky to have this job, not only because he was paid  well, but also being allowed to subject the female servants to his perverted  ways. He looked at her breasts, the silky camisole strained tightly over the  erect nipples. He knew that it was a combination of the material rubbing over  them and also the secret desire she possessed to be taken against her will. His  gaze moved down to her small waist, to where her womanly hips began to flare  out. She had a shapely ass, taut and resilient. The best was nestled between  the tiny, silk panties, small ribbon ties holding them together at the side.
 Beneath them lay her naked, red bush, hiding her wet pussy. It was a bright  red, shared by the hair on her head.
    Michael's friends would be entranced with her, making sure that she would be  displayed openly when they partied here. She would have to endure frequent  examinations of her pussy and anus, his friends loving to play "doctor" with  Michael's maids. Michael had all of the usual doctor's instruments, including  some specially designed speculums, speculums that would open vaginal and anal  openings to large gaping holes. John had built a gynecologist table years  before, modifying a used one to allow for even a greater spread of the stirrup.
 They almost split one up the middle, a maid a year ago, a small framed girl  unable to withstand the obscene spread of her legs. It also moved up higher,  raising her ass up from the table over a foot, allowing unfettered access to her  asshole. The head of the table could be folded downward, withdrawing the  support behind the females head, forcing it to bend painfully back. In this  position, she could be manipulated to allow maximum penetration of her throat  with a hard cock. One had almost choked to death on the cock of a black servant  they had brought in to service her. He had a cock that was almost fifteen  inches long, a massive weapon that was only good for inflicting the maximum  amount of pain on the sexual organs of a bound female. It was not made for  pleasure, only pain.
    "Is your pussy wet, thinking about what I am going to do to your body, Sara?
 Turn, facing the mirror. I want you to watch in the mirror as my hands take  liberties with your body." He stood behind her, moving closer until his cock  was pushed against her ass again. "Yes, I know you can feel my cock twitching  against your tight ass. Pull your camisole off, I want to see your naked tits,"
 he ordered her.
    Sara could feel him behind her, his cock rubbing sensuously against her ass  cheeks. She heard his command, lowering her arms down, grabbing the camisole at  the bottom and slowly pulling it up. She saw her own image in the mirror, her  naked skin gradually showing. First the underside of her breasts began to show.
 There was no sag, young, perky tits that would sag later in life but for now  they stood up proudly. Higher it went, John's cock twitching as her areolas and  nipples began to peek out. Her areolas were a dark brown, her nipples, a pretty  pink in the sea of darkness. She shuddered as the silky camisole rubbed over  the nipples, inspiring them into even greater hardness, now the size of tiny  marbles, hard and sensitive to the air and touch. She knew that John liked to  pinch them, making them ache in pain. But they always seem to get bigger when  he did. She remember one picture in the book, a female was bound tightly on a  table. A pillow was thrust behind her back, arching her up, her tits now the  most prominent part of her body, hard, pointed nipples pointing up to the  ceiling. The next picture had shown string, rough thick string looped around  the areolas and nipples of the victim in a noose and pulled tightly, trapping  the blood into the end of the buds, turning dark red. She could imagine how  sensitive they would be. The next picture showed the strings tied to some  apparatus in the ceiling, slowly pulling the string tighter and tighter, the  nipples painfully pulled from the victim's body. You could see the look of  anguish on her face as they were crushed and stretched painfully.
    "Wake up, dreaming about what I am going to do to you?" he laughed. "Get  that top off so I can pinch those luscious tits and nipples. I know you like  that, the pain as I abuse your young body."
    John's voice brought back her reality, standing half naked before the mirror,  a thick cock pushed against her ass, waiting to fuck her pussy hard. She pulled  it over her head and let it fall to the floor, her hands moving to cover her  breasts with her palms without thinking, embarrassed to be naked before a  servant. She felt John's hands cover her, his cold, clammy hands molded around  hers.
    "No need to be so embarrassed maybe you want to make your nipples hard for  me. Would you like to show me how you play with your nipples, Sara?" He  grabbed her hands and began to squeeze them, forcing Sara to do the same to her  perky tits. He pulled her fingers back, revealing her nipples, "pluck your  nipples with your fingers for me, show me how hard you can make them," he  ordered her.
    Sara was being forced to caress her own body as John watched. She could see  her reflection, her fingers pinching her own nipples, arousing them for John's  pleasure.
    "Pinch them harder, like I would do to you. Yes, like that, see how dark red  the nipple gets. Good girl, it hurts doesn't it, Sara."
    "Please, they hurt," she moaned, her nipples aching from her own  ministrations.
    "Pinch the nipple with your fingernails real hard just once and I will let  you stop," he ordered her.
    "OOOW," she moaned in pain as her sharp fingernails dug into the tender  nipples, almost drawing blood as they did. She felt his cock jerk again on her  ass cheeks, pleased at her own degradation.
    John pushed her hands away, dropping uselessly to her sides as he began to  play with the youthful mounds. He molded and squeezed them in his big hands,  watching them jiggle as he bounced them up and down, before returning to the  areolas and running a ragged fingernail around the age, tiny goose bumps  appearing as he did. The nipples stood out hard and pointed, aching to be  touched as he teased around them before his fingers returned to tease them into  hard pebbles.
    Her tits bounced up and down as John slapped them back and forth, his fingers  playing over the tips. She gritted her teeth as his fingers finally returned to  her nipples and began to tighten on the nubs, his strong fingers mashing the  delicate flesh between them, squeezing the blood from them. He began to pull  her tits by the nipples, stretching them from her body, her beautiful breasts  now pulled into an obscene shape. "Toooo far, you're pulling them out to far,"
 she cried out, his fingers painfully stretching her pink nipples over two inches  long.
    "More, I can stretch them more, on your toes," he ordered her, watching her  in the mirror as she began to get up on her toes, hoping to relieve some of the  ache and strain on her abused nipples. He pulled higher, her legs taut,  stretched up high on her toes, balanced precariously.
    Sara saw herself in the mirror and blushed. Half naked, her breasts pulled  out and up in the air by her nipples, fat fingers tightened on their tips  painfully, standing on her tiptoes to relieve some of the pain, the muscles in  her legs taut from their forced position she had to endure. "Please, I can't  stay like this much longer," her legs tiring, starting to lower to the ground  again, but John refused to give her any relief, forcing her nipples out farther  as she subject herself to self abuse.
    John smiled, enjoying her groans of pain, watching as she subject herself to  his abuse. He let her nipples go, her feel falling to the floor quickly, her  body almost slumping to the ground. He looked at her nipples, now swollen and  red, a testament to the abuse he had inflicted on them. "You have to be careful  that you do not squeeze nipples or clamp them for too long. Otherwise you can  do permanent damage to them. Let's check to make sure they are OK," smiling as  he said that.
    "What are you going to do? Please, no more, they already hurt so much." She  watched as his big hand cupped her left breast from beneath, hefting the globe  up, his fingers reaching around to squeeze just below the areola and the nipple,  forcing it out again. He brought his other hand around, his index finger next  to his thumb, poised to snap the hard nipple nearby.
    "Ask me to snap your nipple? Ask me to make sure you can feel the pain?"
    Sara cringed at the request. He wanted her to beg him to hurt her sensitive  nipple. But she knew that she must comply. He would not take no for an answer.
 "Snap them, make me feel the pain," she blurted out, biting her lip, her fists  clenched, waiting for the sharp burst of pain she knew that was coming.
    John saw her bracing for the snap, waiting patiently, trying to keep her off  guard, not knowing when he would do it. He saw her fists relaxing, the opening  he was looking for. He snapped his finger, once, twice, watching as the ruby  red nipple was painfully snapped.
    "AAAh," she cried, "OWWWWWW," his finger snapping harshly again, the pain  shooting from her breast up to her brain, her feet dancing up and down, wanting  to escape the excruciating pain    "Good girl, now stand still," his hand moving to the other breast, hefting  the tit up in his palm, his fingers pinching the blood to the tip of her nipple,  his fingers ready to snap the other. "Be a good girl and ask again. Ask me to  flick your little nipple." He smiled as he watched her eyes, begging not to  force her to do it.
    Again, she uttered, "Please, John, hurt my nipple. Make me feel the pain."
    His fingers did not wait this time, catching her unbalanced again, the pain  shooting into her unprotected nipple again, her gasp of pain making his cock  hard. He grabbed both of her breasts from beneath, hefting them up, the nipples  now a dark red, showing their abuse under his hands. "You're being a good girl  for me Sara. I think we have neglected you pussy long enough now. Would you  like me to fuck you now, Sara?"
    "Please, let me suck your cock. I will do a good job, you can cum in my  mouth. Just don't fuck me again. It hurts down there. Michael hurt me when he  fucked me." She had this look of innocence in her eyes as she was begging to  suck his cock. Anything was better then a cock in her sore pussy, especially  John's. It was so much bigger then Michael's.
    John smiled at her, his hands moved to her shoulders, "on your knees,"
 watching as she kneeled before him. He pulled out his cock, it had to be over  nine inches long and thick. The head was a dark red, already glistening with  cum, Sara's pussy rubbing already coaxing out some cum. He pulled her head up,  her lips only inches from his cock. "Just put the head into your mouth and suck  it tightly. I want to feel your tongue playing over it. Taste my cum."
    Sara eagerly did as he requested, anything was better then a painful fucking.
 The only sound in the room was her lapping at the hard member, her lips pulled  open wide, grasping the huge weapon.
    John moved her head up and down, forcing more and more into the hot confines  of her mouth, watching her eyes begin to tear up as she choked the first time it  tried to enter her throat. Her eyes begged for release, not wanting the huge  cock forced down her throat, her tongue hoping to coax a load of cum from his  balls. John suddenly pulled his cock from her mouth, a loud popping noise  resulting.
    "What's the matter?" moving her head forward again, trying to push his cock  back inside.
    "You didn't think I would pass up fucking your pussy. No, no, I want to feel  that tight, hot pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to hear you as you feel  what it is like to be fucked with a real cock. Now over here, up you go, off  your knees," he grabbed some rope that he had next to him and pulled her towards  the ladders.
    "WWWhhhat, are you going to do with that?" pointing at the thick, hemp rope  in his hands, afraid of the answer.
    "We are going to practice what we saw in the books. Take off all of your  clothes. We have no need for them any longer. I want you naked." He watched  as she stripped off her clothes, finally standing naked in front of him. He  moved closer to her, his hands already reaching out to touch her naked body.
 His finger slid down her belly, through the bright red patch of pussy hair. "So  silky, your pussy hair. We would normally shave the girls, but with that  flaming bush, everyone will like it better."
    "What do you mean, everyone?"
    "There will be many that will see you naked. Many that will examine your sex  very intimately. Michael and his friends love to play doctor." His fingers  sought out her pussy lips, feeling the dew on the pussy hair. His fingers  parted her pussy lips, spreading them back, a fat finger pushed between them,  sliding effortlessly along the slick tract. "You are already wet, can you give  me a little more cream, so I may finger fuck that tight little pussy. Can you  be a good girl and cream for me?"
    She spread her legs wider, giving him access to her vagina, closing her eyes  as she felt the fingers playing with her pussy. "AAAHH," two fingers entering  her vagina, still sore from last night.
    "Your pussy is red from the fucking. Open your eyes and watch me. Your  pussy grips my two fingers so tight. You are going to be a good fuck. I'm  going to go in deeper now, and twist my fingers inside you." He pushed in  deeper, hearing her grunt in pain, "so tight, squeeze my fingers, show me how  well you can milk a cock," he ordered her.
     Already her vagina felt like it was stretched too far and it was only two  fingers. How could she take his big cock inside her little body? He pushed up  on his fingers, forcing them higher into her body, her legs spreading wider,  trying to relieve some of the tightness.
    He began to pump his fingers back in forth inside her vagina, forcing it to  stretch each time he did, almost like a little cock fucking her. "Such nice  juices your pussy puts out for me. A little more cream for me," he ordered her,  his other finger reaching up to her clit, pulling back the hood, exposing the  red bud to his fingering. He continued to tease her body, each time bringing  her to the edge of an orgasm, then slowing down, letting her catch her breath  again, before beginning again.
    "OOOH, pleasee, please let me cum," her pussy gripping the tight fingers  inside her, trying to prevent them from leaving.
    John moved one of the ladders next to the other. "Over here Sara."
    "What are you going to do with the ladders?" She looked puzzled.
    He looked at her naked body, his cock hard. "I want you bound tightly, I  want you to feel the helplessness of your situation. And then I am going to  play with your delicious body, bringing you to the brink of orgasm, but I am  going to deny you. I want you wet and ready when I fuck you. And I am going to  fuck you, fuck you hard. Now step over to the ladder and begin to climb them  both, one foot on each of the ladder."
    Helplessly, Sara complied, first one, then two steps up the ladder. It was  awkward, climbing two separate and distinct ladders. She turned and looked at  him, his finger motioning her higher. One, two more steps before he heard his  voice.
    "That's high enough." Her ass was up way to high to be able to fuck her, but  he had other plans. He saw her turn and look as he climbed the ladder behind  her, until he reached the point where he could reach her legs comfortably. He  now had four strands of rope in his hand.
    Startled, Sara turned as she felt the ladder shake as John began to climb the  ladder behind her. She cringed when she saw the rope in his hand. "Whaaat,"
 but her sentence was cut off in mid sentence.
    John grabbed her left leg, "hold on with your hands tightly. You are going  to have to support most of your weight until I get you bound." He pulled her  leg back and began to push it through the rungs of the ladder. "Good girl, now  the other," picking up her other leg and pushing it through the rungs of the  other ladder. She was now almost seated in mid-air, her ass hanging down  unsupported and open.
    "It's hard to hold on so tight, please hurry," she begged him, afraid of what  she was begging for. She knew she would be so vulnerable to him once she was  bound. She felt him get down from the ladder and step behind them, knowing that  he had an unobstructed view of her naked sex.
    He grabbed her leg, the smooth skin making his cock jump in excitement. He  loved to see tender flesh with rough, hemp digging into the flesh. "Relax your  leg, Sara it will make it easier," wrapping the rope around her leg just below  the knee. He did not want her ass hanging down too far and did not want to give  her too much slack in being able to move away from him. His cock was going to  hurt when he fucked her, her pussy already sore from when Michael had taken her  virginity. He was much bigger and he loved it when he could make them scream.
 It made his cock even harder and bigger, thus making them scream even louder.
    "There, that's one, now the other. Stretch out a little, don't tighten up on  me, Sara. Once get you tied up, I'm going to spread you open. That's why the  two ladders. I can open you up nice and wide for me. You'll like that, being so  helpless and open, your pussy ready to take my hard cock."
    "No, please don't, don't spread me, please, the ropes are too tight," pulling  up on her arms, trying to escape the cruel bondage.
    He slapped her inner thigh, "I said no," he ordered her. He felt her body  slump, resigning herself to the bondage. He grabbed her leg, the rope hanging  limply from below her knees. He grabbed the left leg, binding the rope tightly  to the ladder, tightening it so that her leg was pulled alongside the wooden  ladder rail. Then it was the other leg, pulling it tightly against the other  wooden ladder railing. Already her thighs were pulled apart, her pink, wet  pussy glistening in the light. "You can relax your arms a little now, Sara.
 Your legs are bound tight, they wouldn't slip off. Just don't let go or else  you'll be upside down before you know it," he laughed.
    Sara's arms were already tiring, the strain as she was forced to support her  whole body as she felt her legs being spread and bound tightly. She groaned in  pain as the rough rope tied her tightly to the ladder, her thighs and sex aching  from the wide spread. She let her body slump, her upper arms aching. She felt  her lower body slip lower until the ropes picked up the slack and her ass hung  precariously lower, her sex now open. "Pleassse," she begged as she felt John's  hot breath on her open sex, standing only inches in front of her bound body.
    John moved around to behind her, taking in the beauty of her. He loved woman  when they were bound. The look on their faces when they realized how vulnerable  they were, usually spread open, unable to stop any perversions that he would  decide to inflict on them. His hands began to stroke her ass cheeks, feeling  the youthful, flesh, hard and tight. His hands moved over her body, grabbing,  pinching and pulling on the tight flesh. His hands moved between her legs,  feeling her pull up by her arms, attempting to escape his fondling hands.
 "You're not going anywhere Sara," his hands moving over her youthful flesh,  fingers running up and down her ass slit, running over her exposed anus, feeling  her shiver in fear as they did. He moved down, his fingers pulling back her  pussy lips, exposing her pink pussy to his gaze. He pulled on his cock, feeling  it get harder, wanting to be enclosed in the hot confines of her almost virgin  pussy. It had been a while since he had fucked a tight, young pussy. Not since  Michael's last maid.
    Sara tried to move away from the hands, fondling her body like a lover would  but her bound legs would provide no relief. She felt the ladders begin to move,  the spread of her legs widening. "Please, don't spread me any wider, please, it  hurts," she cried out, tears running down her face. Her crotch began to ache  as the ladders slowly parted, the gap between them widening. "NNNoo, please no  more," she begged.
    John watched her pussy lips split apart, the spread of her legs opening wider  as he moved the ladders apart. He stroked a finger up and down her split,  feeling her wetness, her red pussy hair glistening with the dew from her juices.
 He stopped the ladders, locking a board between them to hold their separation,  to keep her open for his further manipulation of her naked sex. Her body hung  down, her arms tiring again, her ass hanging, her sex open, ready to receive his  weapon. His hand reached down to his cock, a few quick pumps of it to bring it  to hardness, a full nine inches of hard cock, the head a dark red in lust, drops  of precum already leaking from it. He started to rub it up and down her spread  pussy lips, their juices mixing. He saw her arms pull her body up away from his  cock, rising up and following her movements, not letting her escape his large  member.
    Even though her arms were tired, she pulled up her ass when she felt the big  cock rubbing between her split pussy. It felt huge, much bigger then Michael's.
 How would she survive, his cock without splitting her pussy open? No matter how  much she rose up, he seemed to be right behind her, his cock pushed against the  opening to her vagina.
    "Can you feel it, Sara, can you feel it poised to enter your pussy? I love  hot, tight cunts and yours is going to feel so good wrapped around my cock." He  waited patiently, knowing that her arms could not hold herself up for more then  a few minutes. They were already straining from before. "Yes, slowly now Sara,  slowly lower you onto my cock. Yes, your pussy is splitting wide to grab my  cockhead. Can you feel it Sara, can you feel how big it is?"
    Her arms finally gave out, feeling her ass slowly slumping down again, this  time a hard cock waiting for her surrender. "AGGGHHH, toooo big," she cried as  she felt her vagina slowly spreading open wider and wider, split wide by the  giant cock poised to enter her painfully. Hands continued to run over her body,  up and down her ass cheeks, touching lightly over her anus, feeling the tiny  opening quiver. She rose up again, feeling the head slip out a bit but her arms  betrayed her, unable to hold her body up for more then a few seconds. She again  began to slump down, this time the head of his cock slowly engulfed by her  almost virgin pussy, her pussy lips stretched tightly around the crown,  squeezing it as a lover might do. "Slowly, you're so big, you're too big for my  small body."
    John waited patiently, Sara moving up, than her arms failing her and her wet  pussy slid down on his huge cock, each time more entering her tight pussy. He  could feel her pussy reacting to the invasion, clenching and unclenching on the  invading cock. "Milk my cock, Sara," he urged her on. His hand reached under  her ass and helped her pull up until his cockhead almost pulled from her hot  pussy. He suddenly let go, Sara unprepared, spearing her pussy onto his  rampaging cock as her weight propelled her pussy onto the cock, sinking over  three inches of his steel-hard cock buried into her teenage pussy.
    "OOOWW," she cried out as she sank onto the cock. She felt him pull her  pussy off the erect member, her body tensing as she waited when she would be  released to impale herself onto his cock. Her pussy gripped the cock, pulsating  on the erect organ. She felt his hands move and her ass slid down, her pussy  forced to take the hard cock as it slid effortlessly inside her wet pussy.
 "AAAGGGh," over six inches of hard cock now forced inside, her pussy gripping  the cock tightly, stopping its downward movement.
   	"Hot, tight cunt, just what I like, teenage pussy, barely used, nice and  tight. Now it's time to take all of it little girl, time to take a man's cock  up your little hole." He pulled her up from his cock until her pussy gripped  the swollen head. "Get ready, her it comes," releasing her onto his erect cock.
 He pushed down on her shoulders, wanting to make sure that he fucked it all into  her tight cunt. He watched her head rear up, a scream torn from her lips as she  was forced down on a full nine inches of hard cock, her pussy forced to push  aside and accept the member. He felt her ass settle down, his cock buried deep  inside her, twitching in anticipation of a good fucking.
   	"Ttttttttooooooo big," she screamed as the punishing cock buried itself  into her pussy passage, pushing aside all resistance as it sank deep inside her.
 She felt the member spread her open more then she ever was by Michael, his cock  opening her up for some serious fucking. She felt it jerk inside her, feeling  strange, a warm, pulsating organ gripped tightly by her almost virgin sex. She  sucked in a big breath of air as she felt it slowly pull out, feeling like it  was turning her pussy inside out. When it was almost out, she felt his hips  jerk up and his cock sped deeply inside her again, knocking the wind from her  lungs. His stomach slapped against her ass with a resounding jolt, his heavy,  swollen balls banging up from beneath.
   	John began to slam into her, making her take all nine inches of his hard  dick in her hot cunt. He watched her body jump each time he buried it inside  her, her tits bouncing up and down, her ass cheeks quivering. His fingers moved  around in front, two fat fingers pushing up and down her dripping slit, coaxing  out her clit. He found his target, her erect clit standing out like a little  cock, two fingers gripping it tightly as he fucked her. He felt her hips begin  to roll around, massaging his cock as he slowly pulled it from her before  slamming it back into hard. "You're enjoying a big cock, Sara, I knew you  would. You just need a little coaxing first, nothing like a little bondage to  get you wet," laughing as he watched her pussy gripping on his cock.
   	She began to fill the first stirrings of an orgasm as his fingers  pinched her clit harshly. She pushed back onto the hard cock to escape the  fingers, only to force more of the giant cock inside her tight pussy. She felt  the tight ropes holding her open, unable to escape the fucking, open and  vulnerable to anything that John would do to her body. This excited her, just  like when Michael had bound her to the punishment bench. "OOOH," she moaned, as  the cock continued to fuck her, fuck her hard, making her take it fully inside  her before pulling out slowly, only to shoot back in again hard. Fingers found  a nipple, already hard and squeezed it tightly, fingernails digging into the  delicate tip, the other hand pulling and pinching her swollen clit.
   	The sounds of fucking filled the room. Naked flesh pounding against  each other. A hard cock thrusting into a wet pussy, slurping sounds ringing off  the walls, the ladders banging noisily, groans and moans of pleasure and pain.
   	"Are you going to cum for me Sara, cum with me when I fill you with my  hot cum?" He taunted her, his fingers pleasuring her and at the same time  inflicting pain on her delicate sex organs. Her body shook from his cock, each  time having to accept all nine inches of hard cock in her once virgin pussy.
   	"YYYYEESSS," she cried out as she felt his cock bottom out in her pussy,  bruising her insides as she felt it pulsate and begin to shoot a powerful stream  of hot cum inside her. His fingers brought out her orgasm, her body shuddering,  her pussy beginning to spasm on the hard cock buried deep inside her. Her legs  pulled on her bondage, her ass bouncing up and down on the shooting cock inside  her, her pussy bathed by his sperm.
   	John pumped her hard, burying his cock inside her as his balls released  his cum. He groaned in pleasure as her pussy milked the cum from him. Another  quick pump and a second load of cum filled her. As he pulled his cock out  again, the first batch of cum leaked out. He slammed back into her to fill her  with a third and final load.
   	Sara shook and cried out as her orgasm swept over her body. Fingers  plucked at her clit and nipples, his hard cock unleashing torrents of hot cum  inside her. She had never felt anything like this, her pussy spread wide to  receive the big cock, her pussy hosed with his cum. She felt him shoot wave  after wave of his semen deep in her body, her pussy passage clamping and  unclamping on his cock as she came over and over.
   	John let his cock slide out of her pussy, his cum mixing with hers to  puddle on the floor beneath her. He slapped her ass hard, her cheek turning  red. "You're a good fuck, Sara. Nice tight pussy. Haven't fucked anything  that tight in a long time," laughing as he released her from the ladder, holding  her naked body tightly to his as he helped her to the floor. He saw the cum  running down her thighs. "Get cleaned up, you still have some more work to do.
 Then I think Michael will want you tonight." He left the room, turning to see  Sara slowly putting on her clothes.
   To Be Continued     


	Part 7

   This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced  to do to survive the Great Depression. Sara is an 18-year-old orphan during the  depression and life is hard.

   Maiden Maid   Chapter 7-Bound and Penetrated From Behind

   	Sara lay in her bed, naked, her fingers lightly playing over her red  bush. She pushed her fingers between her pussy lips, feeling the wetness  already there. Her mind went back to the pictures in the books that John had  shown her, the pictures of girls naked and bound. She imagined herself, Michael  and John standing over her, their hard cocks running over her bound body, unable  to stop them from forcing themselves into her spread body. Her body began to  shudder, two fingers fucking in and out of her wet pussy, the other hand  squeezing her clit hard as she came again and again. She blushed as she came  down from her orgasm, ashamed at what she was thinking of, ashamed at her body  betraying her inner secrets.
   	She worked around the house the next day mostly by herself. It wasn't  until lunch time that she ran into John. She saw his eyes stripping her naked  when he saw her. "Hello John," her eyes lowered in shame at what he had forced  her to do.
   	"Afternoon Sara, you look good enough to eat today," laughing at her  humiliation. He went up behind her, his hands reaching around her waist,  pulling her back onto him, his hard cock pushing into her tight ass. He leaned  over to her ear, whispering to her, "Michael is going to fuck you virgin asshole  tonight, Sara. I will be listening to hear your screams as his hard cock tears  into your tender asshole."
   	Now it was confirmed, she had thought that might be Michael's desire  tonight. Both of them were fascinated with her asshole, always fingering it,  opening it up. She knew they were just readying her for when they would  sodomize her. She knew it would hurt, even the fingers painful. But they both  seemed to enjoy that, her screams, her bouncing around trying to escape the  painful tearing in her back passage. She shuddered when she felt John's cock on  her butt, knowing once Michael had breached her backside, John would also want  to do the same and his cock was so much bigger.
   	"Once he does that, I'm going to make you sit on my lap and ride my cock  in your tight asshole. I'm going to love to see your tits bouncing up and down  as you take my cock in and out of your tight ass. But first, Michael gets to  take your virginity. Can you feel how hard my cock is, thinking how hot and  tight your asshole is going to be?" He rubbed his cock back and forth over her  ass cheeks, his hands guiding her hips to move back and forth over it.
   	"Not in my butt, that is going to hurt so much. Please, let me fuck you  with my pussy, I'll squeeze real tight," she begged him, hoping to get him to  change his mind about degrading her and fucking her asshole.
   	"I wouldn't miss the chance to fuck that ass for anything Sara. I'll be  around after Michael finishes with you. Leave your door unlocked and I want you  naked in bed. I want you when your asshole is still swollen and sore from  Michael fucking it. I'm going to enjoy making you scream again," his hands left  her body and he moved away. "Don't forget, naked in bed tonight, on your  stomach," laughing as he walked down the hall.
   	Sara ate lunch, her appetite almost gone as she thought of what was  going to happen tonight. She went back to work, cleaning for a couple of hours  until John again caught up with her.
   	"Michael wants you in the study tonight at 7:00 sharp. He wants you in  camisole, panties, garter belt, stockings and a pair of three inch heels,  nothing else." He leaned in closer to her again, "he has left an enema bag in  your room. Make sure you use it at least twice before tonight, hot water and  fill it completely. Let it stay inside you at least ten minutes. He wants you  squeaky clean when he fucks you. I can help you if you want?"
   	"No, NO, I know what to do," ashamed at the act they wanted her to do,  even more afraid that John would be there when she would have to do it. She  quickly ran down the hall, hearing John's laughter at her humiliation. She had  never used an enema bag before. She had heard about them, some of the girls had  mentioned them, none of them had anything good to say about the experience.
 They provoked painful cramping and were humiliating to perform. Now she had  even more to dread.
   	She skipped dinner, not much use, it would be flushed from her body by  the enema. She went to her room, the large, red enema bag hanging above her  bathtub, the tube running down, the nozzle threatening. The nozzle was large.
 It was tapered, growing bigger and bigger, over four inches long, a series of  holes running along the edges. She sat down on her bed, staring blankly at the  enema bag, dreading it. She looked at the clock, 5:30, she would have to start  soon. John had told her she had to do it twice and hold it each time inside her  for ten minutes. She also needed time to take a bath after the ordeal.
   	She walked over to the bathtub, letting the hot water come out of the  bath tap. She picked up the bag and slowly let the hot water fill it, watching  as the bag slowly began to bulge out as it filled with the steamy water. When  it was filled, she screwed in the plug connecting the nozzle to the bag by the  long tube. It must have over two quarts of water in it. She let her hand run  over the nozzle, feeling how hard and long it was. She noticed the bottle of  lubricant on the edge of the bed, knowing why it was left. She turned the  handle on the tube, the hot water rushing quickly out the holes before she shut  it off again. God, it came out so fast.
 	  	She took off her clothes until she was naked, putting a towel on the  floor next to the tub. She hung the heavy enema bag from the top of the tub,  the long tube and nozzle falling to the floor with a loud noise. She picked up  the lubricant and dipped the large nozzle into it, coating it liberally. She  got down onto the floor on her hands and knees, reaching back with the  lubricated nozzle and pushed it against her tiny anus. She shivered as she felt  the cold lubricant touch her hot anus. She slowly pushed on the nozzle, feeling  the pressure on her anus. She gritted her teeth as the nozzle slowly opened her  anus, the nozzle sliding effortlessly on the lubricant. It was thicker then the  fingers that had opened her up and this was tougher, she was doing it, reluctant  to force it farther in when it began to hurt. She stopped pushing, holding it  tightly into her butt, feeling her sphincter trying to force it out.
   	She reached for the handle on the tube and released it, the water  instantly began to flow. She could feel the hot water rushing into her rectum,  her body turning warmer as it was heated from the inside. She felt a sharp pain  as her colon slowly began to fill, the bag rapidly deflating as her stomach  began to bulge out. She lowered her head, a dizzy feeling overcoming her, her  ass still arched up high into the air, the bag now empty inside her. She looked  at the clock, the hand moving slowly as it ticked off ten minutes. The pain  came after two minutes, her body beginning to sweat from the hot water. Another  cramp and her stomach groaned noisily. Eight minutes, her sphincter tightened  on the nozzle, afraid of letting loose the water contained inside her. Finally  ten minutes, a relief as she finally expelled the fluid.
   	She got back into position again as the filled bag hung up again. This  time she knew what to expect and she dreaded it even more. The cramping had  been extremely painful. She turned the handle, wanting to get it over, the  water filling her again, this time it seemed to rush into her colon quicker, the  painful cramping beginning almost instantaneously. The next ten minutes were  sheer agony, tears falling from her eyes as she whimpered each time a cramp  overcame her, her head resting on the floor, her ass still offered high up into  the air. Finally she expelled the fluids and settled into the hot bath, soaking  the sweat and anguish from her body as the soothing water bathed her problems  temporarily away. She looked at the clock, time to get dressed and face her  anal rape.
   	She looked in the mirror, her half naked body shining back at her. Her  nipples pressed out the silky camisole, her panties clung tightly to her body,  able to see her pussy lips between her legs, her bush bulging the material at  the top. Her garter belt highlighted her pussy, seemingly framing it. The  muscles in her legs were drawn tight from the three inch heels forcing her legs  up. But she did look good. She went to grab her robe but remembered John's  words, "nothing else." She opened the door and was startled to see John  standing across the hall.
   	He whistled at her, "I knew you would going to look good, couldn't miss  seeing you before Michael gets finished with you. Turn around, let me see that  sexy ass," he ordered her.
   	She complied, turning her back to him, feeling his eyes burning a hole  in her.
   	"Bend over and grab your ankles, I want to see your panties tighten up  on your nice ass."
   	She did as he said, her hands sliding down her legs until they reached  her ankles, locking tightly on them, difficult to hold the position. She could  feel her panties stretching tightly over her ass cheeks and could only imagine  what she looked like from behind.
   	"Spread you legs some more, Sara," he told her.
   	She let her legs move open, her feet balancing precariously on the high  heels as her legs spread wider. She felt him move closer to her and she braced  herself when she would feel his hands on her again.
   	His cock jumped when he touched her teenage ass cheeks, clad in the  tightly stretched silky panties. He let his finger run up and down her crease.
 "Is your asshole nice and clean for Michael's cock, Sara? I hope so, because  you will probably have to suck his cock clean after he fucks you up the ass."
 He slapped her hard on the ass. "Now get going Sara, I'll see you tonight,"
 grabbing his hard cock in his pants. "This is going up your tight ass tonight,"
 he threatened.
   	Sara entered the library clad in only her underwear, her high heels  clicking on the hard floors of the hallway. She already noticed the new pieces  of equipment in the room, not knowing what there uses would be, but sure that  she would somehow be bound to them obscenely. There were also ropes hanging  from the ceiling, thick hemp rope tied to large eye bolts in the ceiling. She  realized quickly that this was not going to be a quick fuck. Michael looked up  from the chair, a smile on his face. She looked down at his robe, his cock  already pushing out the silky garment out. "Good evening, Sir."
   	"You certainly look beautiful tonight. Come over here and stand in  front of me, I want to see you better," motioning her over to his chair. He  watched as she moved towards him, her hips gliding along, her muscles in her  legs drawn tight by the high heels, her breasts moving beneath the silk  camisole, her nipples sliding along the material, stimulating them to hardness.
   	Sara stood in front of Michael, watching his eyes move down to her  panties, her garter belt highlighting her naked thighs. She didn't have to be  told, she let her legs part, her creamy thighs parting.
   	"That's a good girl, Sara, you're learning your place in this house. A  little more please," his hand reaching out to rub up and down her naked thighs,  moving from the top of her nylons to between her legs, but only teasing her  panty covered pussy, not touching it. "Such smooth, silky skin you have, Sara.
 I love teenage flesh, so soft and supple." He put his hands on her hips. "Turn  around, let me see that delicious ass."
   	She felt his hands running over her naked flesh, teasing between her  thighs. She turned, her back to him, his hands returning to rub her naked  thighs before moving up to the juncture of her legs. This time he did not stop,  his hand sliding up over her creamy ass, the silk panties taut over her flesh.
 She felt his hands grip her cheeks, tightening on her flesh.
   	"Such a nice ass, Sara." His hands moved up to her back, applying  pressure to it, "bend over, I want to see your ass push out on your panties."
   	Her head slowly lowered towards the floor, bending in half, the blood  rushing to her head making her momentarily dizzy. She could feel her panties  growing taut on her ass, almost sure that her pussy and ass must be clearly  outlined by now.
   	Michael's hands returned to her ass, his finger pushing in on her  panties where her cheeks parted. He ran it from the top all the way down until  he reached her pussy, pushing the silky material in between her pussy lips,  feeling her moisture begin to wet the material. He let his finger run up and  down between her pussy lips, the fleshy lips parting as his thick fingers pushed  them aside. "Over here," his hand slapping her ass cheek hard.
   	"OOOW," she cried out, her head rising as her cheek stung from his hand.
 She followed him, cringing when she saw where he was taking her. She saw the  rope hanging down from the ceiling, attached to a pulley, able to raise and  lower whatever was tied in the ropes. She knew that it was going to be her.
 "Please Sir, you don't have to tie me, I will obey."
   	"You say that Sara, but I'm not so sure. My cock is going up your tight  asshole for the first time. I don't think you will comply willingly. In fact I  hope you don't. I tend to enjoy it more when you fight and resist. To a point  though."
   	She saw him grab the hemp rope, thick, rough rope and move it towards  her.
   	"Your hands, Sara," he ordered her. He grabbed her wrists one at a time  as she extended them, wrapping the rope around and around her slim wrist, tying  the rope tightly, seeing the rope push into her tender skin.
   	"Please, it's too tight."
   	"Nonsense, Sara, wait, it will get tighter. Then you can complain," he  laughed. He let go of her wrists and grabbed the other end of the rope. He  pulled them, watching her arms begin to rise up.
   	Sara tried to fight the rope, but Michael kept pulling her arms up  higher and higher. They were now over her head and still rising. Her arms  began to stretch out. She was relieved when Michael stopped, securing the rope,  her arms pulled up.
   	Michael looked at her, stretched tight, her breast pulled up, her  nipples pointed and poking the camisole. Her legs moved, slowly shifting as she  staggered to keep her footing as she swayed. He moved his hands to her waist,  steadying her. "Now that is how I like you, bound and stretched." His hands  began to move up her body, slowly raising the camisole up over her breasts. Her  nipples were hard and pointed. She might complain about being bound, but her  body was saying differently. He pushed the camisole above her breasts, his  hands finding her teenage tits and massaging them, paying special attention to  her nipples.
   	She was held tightly, Michael's cock pushed into her pussy as her  breasts were rudely groped. Fingers gripped her hard nipples tightly, twisting  them, igniting a pain in them as he pulled them. "OOOHHH," she cried, his  finger slapping her nipple back and forth, the nail harsh on the sensitive tips.
 She felt him move behind her, his hard cock now pushed against her ass cheeks,  his hands reaching around to grab her breast in his big hands.
   	"Such nice tits, Sara. Lovely nipples, so big and hard. Do you like my  fingers pulling on them? They stretch so nicely." His hands reached down her  hips, sliding over her sides then moving back to her ass. Each hand grabbed an  ass cheek, clenching on the teenage flesh, feeling her muscles tighten as he  did. "Yes, fight back, Sara, I like that."
   	Her feet shuffled, it was hard to maintain her balance with her arms  bound high and her feet perched on the high heels. Her hips moved back and  forth as he groped her ass, touching her as if he owned her, his hands moving  all over her panty covered ass cheeks.
   	"Are you wet, Sara?" His fingers moved to the front, his hand sliding  down over her taut stomach, pausing as it touched her bush. "I love that, Sara,  especially since it is red." He moved lower, his fingers parting her pussy  lips, pushing her tight panties into the groove, her lips pressed tightly  against it. He let his finger run up and down her slit, sliding along the silky  panties, feeling her moisture begin to wet them.
   	Sara let her legs spread slightly, not wanting Michael to notice, but  wanting to feel his finger deeper into her slit. She pushed forward onto the  finger, her hips beginning a gentle back and forth motion, each time sliding  back onto the hard cock pushed against her ass. She pushed back farther when  she felt a hand pull on her waistband and slide over her naked stomach. She  felt him grab her pussy hair and give it a gentle tug.
   	He let his fingers lounge in her silky pubic hair, twisting the hairs,  feeling them tighten as he did. He let his fingers run farther down, bypassing  her clit for now, wanting to tease her. His fingers found her pussy lips,  pulling back the puffy lips, her panties pulled out, his finger replacing them  in her wetness. "You like being naughty, don't you Sara? Your pussy is so  wet," teasing her. Both hands pushed into her panties, two hands pulling apart  her pussy lips with his thumbs, his index fingers sliding up and down on her  juices. He felt her arch her ass back onto his cock, "yes Sara, push that tight  ass back onto my cock, soon you will be fucking back onto it," his fingers  playing with her wet pussy.
   	It began to feel good, his fingers trailing up and down her wet pussy.
 She pushed back, wanting to feel his fingers on her clit but he kept moving away  each time, teasing her. "Please, touch my clit," she begged.
   	"Soon, Sara, but first lets get these panties off you." His fingers  gripped the top of her panties and slowly pulled them down her hips. "Such a  nice ass, Sara," as he slowly revealed her hillocks, her muscled teenage  buttocks.
   	Sara felt the panties slip down her butt, feeling the cool air of the  room on them, knowing he was stripping her naked again. She tugged on her bound  wrists, not really trying to escape, more to feel the control he had over her.
 She felt her panties slip down her thighs, stopped by her garter belt. She  heard a rip, the flimsy garment shredded on the floor beneath her. She felt him  move away from her, afraid of what was next. She heard the sound of scraping,  knowing that he was moving some bondage apparatus towards her, afraid to look.
   	Michael pulled one of John's projects over towards Sara. She looked so  inviting, her teenage body almost naked, her camisole pulled up above her  breasts, the youthful tits standing out proudly, her nipples sharp and pointed.
 Her garter belt and nylon stockings highlighte3d her naked sex, her flaming red  bush a beacon to the eyes. Her legs perched high upon the high heels, the  muscles drawn tight, legs slightly drawn apart, giving a brief glimpse of her  pink pussy. But what he was after was nestled between her sharply tightened ass  cheeks, the tiny anus that he cherished.
   	Sara saw it when Michael pushed it in front of her. It was a wooden  structure, large boards supported the pedestal securely. The top edge was an  upholstered bolster, hip high. It was about eight inches wide, leather covered.
 A thick leather belt was on each side, a shiny metal buckle gleaming in the  light. "This will keep your ass arched up, Sara. It will allow me to fuck into  your asshole deeper and will make the thrusts into your tight asshole harder,  the bolster preventing you from pushing away. You will not like it, but this is  all about pleasuring my cock in your virgin asshole."
   	She cringed when she heard his description. She already knew it was  going to hurt when he fucked her in the ass, his fingers had already been  painful enough. Now he had planned to make it even more painful. She saw him  letting her arms down a bit, letting a little slack in them. She knew it wasn't  because he felt sorry for her, she knew it was so she could be forced back onto  the evil contraption, her asshole served up for his pleasure.	   	He moved the bolster in front of her pushing it up against her hips. He  moved behind her, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her backwards, her ass  having to arch backwards, her outstretched arms securely tied to the eyebolt,  preventing her upper body from doing anything but stretching backward. He  pulled the bolster back with him as he pulled her back, pushing it tightly up  against her hips as he did. Her ass arched up and back with each shove of the  heavy bolster.
   	She felt her body being stretched backwards. The ropes on her wrists  kept her upper body tightly stretched, her back having to bow back, her breasts  beginning to hang down unfettered as her hips were pulled back. He kept pulling  her back, her feet having to rise up on her toes as she was slowly pulled up  into the position he desired for her. She felt her ass beginning to arch  upward, her hips pushed against the bolster, holding her back, her ass having  only one alternative, to thrust outward.
   	He ran his hands up and down her flanks, feeling how taut her muscles  were, her ass cheeks pushed up, her legs still together. He would allow that  momentarily. When he was ready, he would secure her spread eagle to the legs  and pin her waist to the bolster with the heavy leather strap. For now he  wanted to see her ass swaying. He intended on spanking her first and would  enjoy seeing her shake her ass, giving him a glimpse of her pussy and asshole as  she moved about. "Comfortable, Sara," his hands running up and down her ass  crack, feeling her keeping her cheeks tightly clenched. "You look so beautiful,  bound and posed for me." He let his fingers run between her legs, running along  her pussy lips, feeling her juices dripping down her thighs. "I like how your  ass is arched up for me," his hands grabbing her hips, his cock rubbing up  against her naked ass cheeks, unable to escape. "Yes, it's going to feel so  nice once I feed your tight, hot asshole my cock," he taunted her.
   	She could do nothing to escape his fondling hands, unable to prevent  them from running over her intimate body, feeling her juices, knowing that her  own body was betraying her. "OOOOWWW," his hand crashing down on her naked ass  cheek, slapping painfully against the skin.
   	He let his hand roam over the spot, already feeling the heat from the  slap. "It's already turning a lovely pink, Sara.' "SSSSLLLPP," his hand again  returning to her ass cheek, this time the other, watching as her body jerked,  the bolster doing its job and preventing Sara from trying to escape. "Need to  heat your ass up first, makes it that much more sensitive when I fuck you," his  hand again fondling her ass sensuously, teasing her until the next spanking.
 "Do you like that Sara," his hand slapping her other cheek again, this time the  skin turning a darker red, hitting the identical spot.
   	"NNO, OOOW, I don't like it," she cried out. She began to move her hips  to the side, the only direction she could move to escape the slaps on her ass.
 Another slap, her hips shifting to the other direction, the fondling of her ass  cheeks less, the slaps coming more often.
   	"Yes, I like that Sara, make your ass dance for me," slapping her again  and again, backing up, wanting to get a glimpse of her pussy and anus as she  inadvertently allowed him access when she tried to avoid the stinging spanking  he was administering. He began to pick up the pace, not only hitting her ass  cheeks, but paying attention to her delicate thighs, slapping between her legs,  making her bow her legs out, her pussy clearly visible between. "Yes, dance  Sara, show me your pussy."
   	She couldn't help herself, she only wanted to avoid the pain, but she  knew she was unintentionally giving him a show, letting him see her pussy  peeking out, or her clenching anus as her cheeks reluctantly relaxed after a  particularly hard spanking. Her ass was a mass of pain, feeling hot like it was  on fire. "Please, no more," she begged.
   	"Very well, I'll stop, just tell me to stop spanking you and fuck your  asshole." His hand shot out again, this time hitting her ass cheek even harder,  the slap ringing out in the room. He heard her scream. Two more slaps were  necessary before he heard her voice.
   	"Please, Sir, stop spanking me and fuck my asshole," she begged him  convincingly.
   	He pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking the hard member, moving  around in front of her so she could see it. "This is what your tiny asshole is  going to have to take inside. It's going to hurt you, but it will be so  pleasurable for me." He moved behind her again, grabbing the heavy, thick  leather belt and passing it over her waist before securing it tightly into the  buckle. He made it especially tight, making it difficult for Sara to breathe.
 That would take her mind off the cock that was going to be slowly fed up into  her tight asshole.
   	She could only take short, shallow breathes, the belt too tight. She  felt hands at one of her ankles, a thick hand gripping the tiny ankle and  pulling it open until it stretched to the widest expanse of the support legs.
 She felt another leather belt tightening on it. The hand moved to the other  side, but not before it ran up between her outstretched legs, rubbing up and  down her pussy lips, now completely soaked with her juices. "You're awfully  wet, Sara, do you like being taken like this?"
   	He took her other leg, one hand on the inside of her thigh and began to  spread it out to the other support leg, watching as he slowly split her up the  middle. "I need you open for me, your pussy and especially that tiny little  asshole open for my cock." He pushed harder, her legs moving towards the other  side.
   	It felt like her sex was splitting apart. The support legs were widely  spread, and now her legs would have to match them. John might have done a good  job building it, but she thought he misjudged the spread necessary for her. She  was sure that Michael was going to tear something in her. "Pleeeze, don't  spread them over that far. I'll keep them open for you, just don't tie that  one," she begged. ""OOOWWW," the pain continuing.
 	  	"Now, now, Sara, you can do it. Teenage girls are so supple, you can  spread open for me." He pushed on her leg until he could reach the other thick,  leather strap. He pulled it around her ankle, letting go of her ankle once he  had it trapped in the band of leather, tightening the shiny metal buckle. He  sat back behind her, his cock jerking in excitement at the sight of Sara. She  was bent over the bolster, her arms pulled up high, her naked back arching  downward, her ass forced to arch upward. Her legs were spread wide, her pussy  lips pulled open by the unnatural spread, her tiny anus now stretched open, the  crack in her ass barely noticeable because of the spread. His hands reached out  to run over her ass cheeks, fingers touching her anus before moving down to her  soaked pussy, her juices lightly coating the red hair of her bush. He lightly  tapped her pussy from behind with his fingers, tapping the tender wet insides.
 "You're so wet, Sara. That's good, I'll use your juices to coat my cock when I  fuck your asshole. It'll be much easier for me. I don't want your asshole  tearing the skin off my cock."
 	  	He moved behind her, stepping between her spread legs, his hard cock  jutting out in front of him, pushing it up against her ass cheeks. He let his  fingers slowly run up her sides, her body twisting, trying to avoid the tickling  fingertips. He moved up higher, pressing his body onto her back, reaching  around and grabbing her hanging breasts, his cock jerking as he squeezed her  teenage tits. "You have great tits, Sara," his fingers grabbing her nipples,  twisting them.
 	  	She could feel the sharp pressure on her nipples, his fingers tightening  on the tips and twisting them. She couldn't move, her arms bound, her breasts  hanging free, unable to stop the abuse on her sensitive nipples. "OOOH," she  cried out as Michael pulled her nipples down, pulling them from her body. They  must be over two inches by now, swollen and sore.
 	  	Michael moved back, his hands sliding down her back, a faint sheen of  sweat already appearing. He reached over to the table, finding the small bottle  of oil, letting it slowly run down her back to slide between her cheeks, running  over her slightly opened anus.
 	  	Sara could feel the warm oil running down her body, his hands following  the liquid, slowly rubbing the oil over her naked ass and over her exposed anus.
 She could feel him kneeling behind her, his hot breath blowing on her open sex.
 She felt two slick fingers poised on the outside of her anus, peeling back the  tiny hole, the cool air rushing into her intimate opening. One finger pushed  against the hole, her sphincter trying to clench tight, but the slick oil  prevented it from gripping on the digit and her anus was forced to spread open.
 She could feel the skin stretching, the thick finger slowly being forced into  her rectum, unable to stop her sphincter from clenching and unclenching on the  unnatural object thrust inside her.
 	  	Michael's cock twitched as he watched her tiny asshole slowly engulf his  finger, delighting in the way it began to spasm, the tiny opening pursing  outward, opening and closing. He felt her sphincter squeeze the blood from his  finger, the tightness of her hole would give his cock so much pleasure. He  watched her legs tighten, trying to stand up on her toes to escape the finger,  the bolster doing its job of keeping her ass arched up and available for  whatever he desired. But right now he wanted to pierce her asshole with his  fingers, opening her up for bigger things, his cock. He twisted his finger as  he slowly pushed it in, sliding effortlessly on the oil, her silky insides  clenching on the invading digit, the knuckles banging painfully on the sides as  her turned his finger while driving it deeper.
 	  	Sara felt full, the thick finger moving deeper and deeper inside her,  her bondage preventing all attempts to avoid it. It twisted as it moved inside  her, the fat knuckles pushing hard against her insides as she tried to raise up  to prevent it from going any deeper, until she felt the belt securing her to the  bolster tighten, forcing her to let the digit slip inside her asshole higher and  higher. She could feel it slide almost all the way out until only the tip of  his finger was grabbed by her sphincter. "OOOWWW," her head shooting up in pain  as his finger plunged back in, the sound of his finger sliding on the oil in her  ears as her asshole went from empty to full in just a second, the finger banging  painfully into her insides as Michael twisted and turned his finger as he fucked  it back in.
 	  	He delighted in the way her body bucked as he finger fucked her asshole,  gasps of pain coming from her lips, as his finger began to push back and forth  inside her, making her feel what it will be like when he fucks her with his  cock, finger fucking her tight, hot teenage asshole. "Relax your asshole, Sara,  you're going to have to take two fingers," not really caring if she did, just  loving they fear he saw in her eyes when he told her. He pulled his finger out,  pushed another finger along the first and began to slow descent back into her  anal passage, her anus stretching wide to accept the two fat fingers, wrapped  tightly around them as they plunged deeper inside of her.
 	  	She felt her anus stretching open to accept the duel ravishment of his  fingers, the knuckles banging hard against her stretched anus as it was forced  wider to accept them. They slid inside her, twisting and turning, her stomach  beginning to cramp, the fat fingers filling her up. She felt him begin to  finger fuck her asshole with his fingers, increasing the pain as they moved  faster and faster, sliding over the slick surface, humiliated when tiny farts of  air escaped as they pulled from her asshole.
 	  	Michael enjoyed the way her anus was wrapped so tightly around his  fingers, the skin pulled wide, white from the stretching, her sphincter  continuing its ineffective attempts at forcing them out, the spasms inside her  anal tract increasing as his fingers pushed deeper inside her. He could see her  body jerk when he fucked in with a rather painful fuck, knowing that he was  providing her with a powerful cramp as he did. He would enjoy that with his  cock, her cramping would tighten her asshole on his cock, massaging his cock to  even greater hardness. He pulled his fingers from her asshole, her anus still  grabbing onto the departing fingers, clenching on them as if they did not want  them to leave. Even with his fingers withdrawn, her anus, now slightly red and  swollen from the finger fucking, clenched and unclenched seeming to dance for  him. He slapped her ass, the sound making his cock jump, knowing that it was  time. Time when he would bury his hard cock inside her teenage asshole and fuck  it for the first time.
 	  	"OOOWW," she cried out, her asshole suddenly empty, grateful that the  painful stretching had stopped, but knowing that it was only temporary. She  felt Michael move between her bound, spread legs, his cock head rubbed up and  down her crease, pressing over her exposed anus before going down and gathering  up her pussy juices on the swollen head. "Plllleeezze, NNNNOOO," she cried, her  body jerking forward, the bolster preventing everything but a tiny movement of  her hips, the huge cockhead banging up against her anus. She felt his hips  slowly push forward, her anus forced to widen, slowly engulfing the bulbous  head. She felt a sharp pain, her anus now stretched wider then the fingers had  forced it, still not wide enough to allow the rubbery cockhead inside her  rectum.
 	  	Michael smiled as he looked down at her ass, making her take his cock  millimeter by millimeter, wanting her to feel the slow pain as she was stretched  for his pleasure. He stopped for a second, letting her anus grow accustom to  the stretching before he pushed again, hearing her gasping in pain, her  breathing rapid as she felt for the first time a hard cock forced inside her  clenching asshole.
   	She could not believe how much it hurt, the sharp, biting pain as her  anus was forced to spread around the cockhead, gripping it like a rubber band.
 She jerked her hips, the leather strap digging into her, preventing her from  escaping the beginning of the painful ass fucking. "AAAGGHH," she cried out,  "plllleezzzee, its tooooo big," she begged, her anus now slipped tightly over  the cockhead, gripping it right below the head, squeezing it tightly.
   	He thought it was going to tear the skin from his cockhead, finally  slipping inside her rectum, her anus in a death grip on it, her sphincter  clenching and unclenching, trying to force the foreign object from her anal  tract, her hot and tight rectum pulsating on the flesh inside her. "How does it  feel Sara, how does it feel to have a cock inside your asshole for the first  time?"
   	"GGGGODDDD, it huuuurrrtss, pleeze don't move," afraid the withdrawal  would be as painful as the entry. She felt like she was being split up the  middle. The painful spreading and bondage of her spread legs was bad enough,  not it felt like she was tearing up the middle. How could they enjoy inflicting  so much pain on her? But she already knew the answer, she could feel his cock  jerk in joy each time a cramp overcame her, her asshole clenching on the rubbery  head, knowing her pain was giving him such great pleasure.
   	"I love the feeling of a virgin asshole on my cock, Sara. It will never  be this good again, hearing your gasps as your asshole feels the first time the  stretching to take my cock. It brings me so much pleasure, but it is time to  continue. Continue the journey inside your asshole until you grip my entire  hard rod, feeling it pulsating inside you. Scream if you want, John will enjoy  it, knowing what you are enduring." Michael began to push, his hands gripping  her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin. He felt the head of his  cock begin to push in. He pulled out, then back in again, each time sinking a  little more of his hard cock inside the grasping anal tract of Sara.
   	Sara could feel every bump, ridge and vein on his cock as it slowly  stretched her open, deep inside her asshole. It hurt, starting out as a burning  sensation, then feeling like she was tearing inside as it entered virgin  territory, opening up her asshole to something bigger then had ever entered or  exited before. She began to cry, tears falling from her eyes, sobbing, her  breathing ragged as she endured the painful entry, feeling like she was being  stuffed from the inside. Her body would jerk in pain when he would push into  the side painfully, a sharp pain shooting into her brain, a cry from her lips  eliciting a jerking of his cock in pleasure. She felt the withdrawal of his  cock, equally painful, the burning sensation returning. She held her breath,  knowing that the withdrawal was followed by a sudden insertion again, each time  reaching deeper depths inside her. "GGGOOD, AAAGGH," his cock straightening  her colon as it forced its path inside her. Her stomach cramped, unable to bend  over, the bondage forcing her to endure the pain.
   	He was sure that his cock would be squeezed to death, her asshole  applying painful pressure on his steel rod. He grunted, shoving with his hips  hard, hearing her yelp as he plunged painfully inside her colon, feeling her  body begin to spasm in pain, clenching on and off of his cock, pleasuring the  hard cock painfully. He pumped in and out, her gasps of pain, her pleas  bringing such pleasure to his organ. He finally pushed in, his balls slapping  noisily against her pussy lips from behind, the swollen nuts hard, waiting for  relief, waiting until he could unload his cum inside her asshole, giving Sara  her first cum enema. But it would not be the last. While virgin asshole did  give him pleasure, he also enjoyed an asshole that would not fight back so much,  an asshole that would accept his punishing fucks in and out.
   	Her body was a sea of pain, his cockhead banging painfully against  something deep inside her colon, pulsating inside her, igniting fresh bouts of  sharp pain. She felt his balls slap against her pussy lips, his stomach pushed  against her ass, his cock twitching inside her, fully buried inside her hot,  teenage asshole for the first time. "Don't move," she cried out in pain, the  cramping beginning again, each and every jerk of his cock bringing about new  pain.
   	Michael stroked her ass cheeks and back, her body covered with a sheen  of sweat, feeling her tremble in pain. It felt like the blood would shoot from  his cock, her asshole gripping it so tightly. "Such a nice asshole, Sara. So  tight and hot, made for ass fucking. Such pleasure you bring to my cock, Sara.
 But now it is time to get your ass fucked."
   	She felt the slow withdrawal of his cock from her asshole, feeling like  her insides were being drawn out with his cock, a vacuum formed behind the  withdrawal. Her asshole went from full to empty in a matter of seconds, her  body continuing to spasm in pain, even when empty of the punishing cock. She  did not even have a chance to get ready for the plunge back in, his cockhead  forcing its way back into her asshole, Michael's hands on her hips tightening as  he forced it into her resisting anal tract. She grunted in pain as she received  over five inches of hard cock inside her before he ripped it from her body  again. The next plunge shot his cock deeper, six inches of cock pushing into  her colon, cramping her with the steely organ.
   	Michael enjoyed her grunts and groans of pain, pulling her head back by  her hair, forcing her head up, riding her like she was a horse, bucking on his  hard cock. He couldn't believe the pleasure her asshole was giving him, the  anal tract gripping his cock much tighter then a hand could, her spasms of pain  forcing it to clench on the man flesh buried deep inside her. He buried his  cock completely inside her, his cockhead banging painfully into her colon  forcing the air from her lungs as she went from empty to full in a matter of  seconds. He let his cock twitch inside her, making it jump, banging painfully  into the sides of her colon. He reached around her body, grabbing her hanging  tits in his hands, his large palms encircling the teenage globes and squeezing  them tightly, feeling the flesh push through his fingertips.
   	She felt the pain in her chest as his fingers were harshly abusing her  breasts, another hand sliding along her flat stomach to push down into her bush,  sliding along her spread pussy lips, the harsh spread of her legs leaving her  helpless and open. His fingers moved up and down the groove, finding her wet,  ashamed at her own body.
   	"Would you like to cum for me Sara?" He felt how wet she was, letting  his cock slide up and down inside her asshole, slippery with the oil he had  lubricated her with and with the precum his cock had leaked inside her. He  pumped her, letting his cock slide in and out, gazing at the way her anus  gripped his cock when he pulled out, the tiny opening almost drawn into her body  as he plunged back in. It was already red and swollen from his cock. She was  making less noise now, accepting the constant fucking of his cock, her asshole  now open and spread. He let his fingers move up to her clit, rubbing over the  swollen head with his fingertip, slapping the organ back and forth with his  nail, feeling her arch her ass backwards onto his cock as he did.
   	She hated how her body was reacting, his fingers rubbing her clit, the  swollen bud sending shivers up her spine, her pussy opening up as two fingers  slipped inside, aided by her juices. Even the pain in her asshole had lessened.
 While not entirely pleasurable, the feeling of fullness that his cock provided  inside her, coupled with the masturbating fingers were beginning to draw an  orgasm from her body. "Please, don't make me cum, not with your cock in my ass,  please no," embarrassed to be forced to cum while being bound and sodomized.
   	Michael felt her body jerking on his cock and knew he could make her cum  soon. He felt his own organ swelling, his balls heavy with cum, ready to give  her a cum bath deep inside her colon. His balls slapped painfully against her  ass cheeks as he fucked his cock deep inside her asshole. "Cum when I drop a  load of semen inside your clutching asshole, Sara, cum with me," her ordered  her, his finger fucking of her pussy increasing, burying themselves deeper into  her pussy, feeling his hard cock in her ass, separated by only a thin piece of  skin. He could almost masturbate his own cock inside her. He yanked her head  back by the hair, his cock deep inside her, swelling up as his cum ran up the  fat vein on his cock from his balls and shot out the end.
   	Her head was pulled back, his fingers forcing her body to cum, screaming  as his cock filled her colon with his hot cream, burning as the salty fluid  bathed her anal tract, irritating the abraded flesh. Her body clenched onto the  fingers and cock inside her as she came, soaking the fingers that masturbated  her, running down her thighs. Her asshole tightened on the cock cumming inside  her, squeezing more cum into her, her stomach filling with the hot fluid.
 "GGGGODDD, ppppllleezzzee, IIII'MMMM CCCummmin."
   	Both of their bodies were covered with sweat, the smell of cum filling  the room as they both shuddered in the final throes of their orgasms. Michael  slumped down on her body, his cock already beginning to shrink inside her  asshole, feeling her sphincter attempting to push it out.
   	Sara could barely breathe, Michael's body slumped on hers, the bondage  not allowing her any room to escape the heavy weight. She pushed with her  asshole, feeling his soft organ sliding out of her asshole with a noisy slosh,  feeling his cum leaking out onto her thighs, the thick fluid slowly running down  them.
   	Michael pulled off of her body, gazing at her swollen asshole, still  open, the mouth pursing open and closed. It glistened with his cum, the milky  fluid running down as she pushed it from inside her. He ran his hands over her  ass cheeks, "I enjoyed your asshole, Sara, so hot and tight." He began to  release her from her bondage, all the while his hands continue to run over her  naked body, unable to get his fill of her teenage body.
   	Sara got up as she heard the door close, Michael having left the room.
 Her legs were shaking, the bondage cutting off the circulation. Her ass still  burned inside, almost feeling like his cock was still buried in her. She  grabbed her clothes and left, not even bothering to put them on, eager to soak  her abused body in the bathtub. She lay back in the tub, the hot water soaking  away some of the aches in pains. She stayed in the tub for almost a half an  hour, finally drying off her body with the soft towel. She got into bed, naked  and lay down on her stomach as John had ordered her, her legs spread out to the  edges of the bed. She only hoped that she would go to sleep quickly and John  would leave her alone.
   	"OOOOOWWW," she cried a sharp pain in her ass. She opened her eyes, the  room almost dark, feeling a presence near her. She could make out a figure  sitting on the bed beside her. The blanket had been pulled from her body, her  naked body exposed. She felt the uncomfortable feeling in her asshole again, a  finger slowly twisting and turning inside her. She could feel the digit sliding  along effortlessly, knowing that it was aided by lubrication. "NNNOO," two  fingers now were sliding inside her, finger fucking her asshole, preparing it  for another ass fucking. "Don't please, fuck my pussy, my ass is too sore," she  begged, but the finger fucking continued, sliding in and out her slickened  asshole.
   	John came into the room naked, his large cock bouncing as he walked,  already hard. He knelt on the bed, drawing the blankets from her body, excited  to see that she had obeyed him. Her legs were spread wide, his fingers quickly  finding her exposed asshole, the oil allowing him to plunge inside her. He felt  her body clench on the invading digits, still tight, even after Michael had  fucked her. She grew awake, realizing what he was doing. "Get up, over to the  chair. I want you to sit on my cock, Sara. And I want my cock up your asshole,  not your pussy. I want to enjoy you bouncing up and down on it."
   	He let the light fill the room as he sat in the chair, his hand holding  up his hard cock, watching as she walked over to him, resigned to her fate. Her  breasts bounced as she walked, her hips swaying sensuously. "Put your legs  outside my hips," his hands encircling her waist, pulling her towards him. She  stood between him, her pussy in his face, her body trembling as he held her.
 "Did you like it when Michael stuck his cock up your ass, Sara?"
   	She looked down at his cock, much larger then Michael's. "It hurt when  he did it, I thought he was going to tear me."
   	"Did he make you cum while he fucked your asshole, Sara?" He already  knew the answer, he just wanted her to admit it.
   	She looked down, embarrassed to admit it. "Yes, he forced me."
   	"I will do the same, Sara, I will make you cum again. Now I want you to  grab my cock in your hand and push it against your anus." He rubbed oil on his  cock, her small hand finally encircling the hard, hot flesh. "Yes, such nice  hands, Sara." He felt his cockhead bump against her asshole. "Yes, that feels  good," her anus quivering on his cockhead. "Now lower yourself down on it. Let  it go in slowly, in a bit, then pull out, then in again, each time deeper. I  want you to sit on my lap, my cock twitching inside your asshole."
   	His eyes continued to stare at her as she allowed her asshole to slowly  spread around the hard cock. The burning started again, this time it was worse,  she was the cause of it, forced to lower her asshole down on his cock, biting  her lip as she felt her asshole finally grip the cockhead inside her, her  sphincter grabbing it tightly.
   	"Good girl, Sara. So hot and tight. Now slowly begin to fuck my cock  with your asshole. I don't want you to hurt yourself, but allow my cock to sink  inside you. Swallow it up." His hands moved her hips, helping her with a  fucking motion, watching as she slowly pulled up and down, his cock moving  inside her asshole, feeling her anal tract squeezing his cock so nicely.
   	Sara felt her ass go from full to empty, her hips rising up and down as  the steel hard cock slowly bore up inside her asshole. It almost felt like it  was going to come out her mouth, the long prong going even deeper then Michael's  had, her colon having to straighten to take the fleshy probe. She felt John's  hands on her pussy, spreading apart her pussy lips, two fingers surrounding her  clit, exposing the red and swollen bud. Another hand reached up to her breast,  pulling on one nipple as they moved up and down, bouncing as she fucked his  cock. It did not hurt as much as the first time, her asshole still stretched  open from her prior ass fucking.
   	"Stick your arms behind your head, Sara and push out your tits, I want  to see them bounce as you fuck me."
   	She did as she was told, feeling like a whore, forced to fuck him,  allowing him access to her body, posing in obscene positions for his pleasure.
 She rode his cock while his hands and fingers rubbed all over her body. She  closed her eyes as his fingers tugged at her clit, another orgasm overcoming her  body, feeling his cock jump and twitch inside her asshole as she was again given  an semen enema, his hot, salty fluid filling her colon for the second time  tonight. She slumped down on his body, sexually exhausted from what they had  forced her to endure, her asshole burning from the being sodomized again. She  felt her body pulled from his cock and dumped unceremoniously back into the bed  again, the sheets covered with his cum as it dripped from her asshole. She did  not care, falling into an exhausted sleep.


This is the story of orphans that become of age in 1933 and what they are forced to do to survive the Great Depression. Sara is an 18-year-old orphan during the depression and life is hard. In this chapter, Michael invites two of her friends to visit, Claire and Grace. But who are they visiting, Sara or Michael? 

Chapter 8-New Girls from the Orphanage 

            Sara was so glad when John told her that two of her friends from the orphanage were coming to visit.  Michael had arranged with Mr. Smith of the orphanage to have Grace and Claire come for a long weekend.  Since she had been with Michael, she had not gone out much, not meeting anyone her age.  It would be good to see some girls that she could talk to.  She was just surprised, never having mentioned anything like this to John or Michael.  It just came out of the clear blue.  She would not tell her friends about what she had been doing since she took the job, too embarrassed to admit what she had allowed Michael and John to do to her.

            She raced to the door when she heard the bell, knowing that it was them.  She threw the door open, pulling both of them in from the cold air, hugging them, giggling as she was so excited. 

            “You certainly have changed.  A big lady now,” Grace kidded her, admiring the maid’s outfit Sara had on.  Michael had insisted that she start wearing it, a fashion he had seen in France.  It was a black dress with a white apron, buttons that stopped at the waist.  It was made out of silk, the bottom of the dress ending half way up her thighs.  She wore black nylons, the seam running neatly up the back of her legs.  The shoes were three inch black heals.  The top of the dress clung tightly to her bosom.  She had been embarrassed at first.  It seemed that every time she bent over either Michael or John were present, their eyes following her every move as she bent over, her skirt riding high up the back, sure that her black panties were showing.

            “You like?” turning around in a circle, modeling the outfit to her friends.  She looked at her friends, dressed as she had when at the orphanage, garbed in hand-me-downs, drab grey sweaters, the wrists worn, and moth holes throughout.  Their skirts hung down to their ankles, hanging loosely from their bodies, almost unable to tell if it was a male or female beneath the attire.  But once you saw their faces, you knew they were females.  Grace was the blond, short blond hair that fell just below her shoulders.  She was the tallest, a whopping five foot two inches.  Her blue eyes always shone brightly, no matter what she had endured in her hard life.  Her pert nose and clear complexion highlighted the big lips that always seemed to be smiling.  Claire was shorter, five foot tall.  She had brown hair, long, that hung half way down her back.  Her green eyes always looked back at you like a lost puppy dog.  She wasn’t outgoing like Grace, keeping to herself, except around Grace.  For some reason they seemed to hit it off even though their personalities were completely opposite, Claire more submissive, agreeing to anything, more willing to blend into the background. 

You would think that two beautiful girls would have been adopted by now, both of them having been in the orphanage for over 6 years.  Sara never asked how they got there, you never asked an orphan for her hard luck story.  But the truth was that only the homely girls were adopted, the beautiful girls never adopted.  The reasoning was quite rational.  What wife would bring home a beautiful girl to entice their husbands?  It would be only a matter of days before the husband would be bedding down the girl.  It was much better to get a homely girl that will work in the kitchen, not on her back in the bedroom.

“Both of you look so good,” Sara lied.  “We’re going to have so much fun this weekend.  I have to work part of the time but Michael said I can spend time with you.”

John walked into the room, hearing the commotion of giggling girls.  “Why don’t you take the girls upstairs to your room Sara?  That way you wouldn’t disturb the Master.”

“Up the stairs, let me show you my room.”

“Who was that?”  Grace asked. 

“SSSSH, John is in charge of the household, my boss.  Don’t get me into trouble.”

“He’s not bad looking,” Grace teased, “but he scares me.  His eyes kept looking me up and down.  And you have a Master?”

“Michael is the Master of the house.  And he is gorgeous and intelligent.  You’ll probably meet him sometime.  Just be respectful.”

“What do you think we are, a bunch of sluts?” laughing as they raced down the hallway, Claire trailing along as usual.  “Hurry Claire, don’t want to get caught in the hall alone.  John might get you and eat you up.”

“This is your room,” both of them surprised when they entered it.  It was huge, almost as big as the whole room the girls had at the orphanage, and there were 16 of them. 

Sara saw their eyes, just as hers were when she first saw it.  At one end of the room stood an enormous four poster bed.  The posts all about three inches in diameter at the largest part, but tapered down and then spread back out again at numerous points on the post.  At the top were large, pineapple shaped carvings with many ridges.  A padded bench was at the end of the bed, legs thick like the posts on the bed.  In the corner stood an enormous armoire, a dark mahogany that matched the rest of the furniture in the room.  Next to it stood a large overstuffed chair and ottoman, looking out of place in the room.  On the other side of the room was a door that opened to the bathroom, but the bedroom had a strange feature.  The bathtub, a large claw foot metal tub, sat in the room across from the chair, not in the bathroom. 

            “Look at this,” Grace pointing to the mirrors above the bed.  “What do you do, watch yourself as you wank off?”  Grace crudely saying.

Sara tried to ignore her remark.  All of the walls have at least one large mirror on it with mirrors over the bed and the bathtub.  “It was Michael’s mother’s room before she died.  She liked to see herself.  It takes a bit getting use to.”  Sara saw Grace run over to the armoire, opening the door.

“God, what do you do with all these clothes?  Give some to us poor orphans,” Grace giving Sara one of her poor orphan faces.

“If you are both good girls, Master, I mean Michael said he bought you something special to wear.  Both of you.  He wants to meet both of you after dinner.”

“Can we keep them?”  Grace never having anything new before. 

“I think so,” Sara said.  “Look at the bathtub.  Hey, you want to take a bath before dinner.  You probably stink,” kidding her friends, but also probably serious.  At the orphanage, it was a shower only once a week.  Sara was already turning on the water, the steam from the water already rising up.  She put in some bath salts, it would be good for them to smell good when they met Michael.

“Me first,” Grace yelled, already taking off her clothes. 

She threw off her sweater, naked underneath it, Sara almost forgetting how sore her nipples use to get from the scratchy sweaters.  The dingy, loose clothes hid her body, Grace having lovely breasts, Sara almost embarrassed as she watched her.  They were bigger then hers, large dark brown areolas, the size of a silver dollar seemed to take up the tips.  Her nipples were so pointed, over an inch long, the rough sweater making them red.  She watched the dress fall to the floor, the white, simple panties sliding down her legs.  She looked at her bush, the blonde hair barely visible, her slit looking almost bald.  She had muscular legs, hard work at the orphanage was necessary to get fed.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Grace teasing Sara again.  “You know I have a better body then yours.  The only thing that makes you special is that red haired bush,” laughing at her discomfort at being discovered watching her.  She slowly sank into the tub.  “Don’t disturb Me’ Lady, she will be in her bath,” trying to sound like a rich lady.

“Tell Me’ Lady to scrub herself for the Master,” throwing her a washcloth.  She watched Grace lounging in the hot water, a luxury that an orphan doesn’t get.  She was washing herself with the washcloth.  “You can take a bath next Claire.”

“That’s all right,” never pushing, “I can wait.  “You’re so lucky to live here Sara.  It must be great.”

“Yes, it is much better than the orphanage, but I had to get use to the outside world.  It is a lot different from the orphanage where you are always protected.  At least almost always.  Except for Headmaster Smith.”

“Do you mean men, Sara?”  Grace was always curious.  Headmaster Smith had punished her a few times, spankings over his lap.  His hands did roam some, but never too far, Grace afraid to protest, silently suffering the fondling of her flesh by him.

“Yes, men Grace.  There weren’t too many at the orphanage.  On the outside men are in control.  You sometimes have to do things that you don’t want to.  But anything is better then the orphanage, or worse yet, the street.”

“Next,” Grace grabbing one of the big, soft towels.  “God, I could sleep in this,” wrapping the towel around her body, the top of the towel barely covering her breasts, a long expanse of naked legs showing.

“Your turn,” watching as Claire walked over to the tub.  She faced the other way, almost ashamed of undressing in front of Sara and Grace.  She slowly stripped off her clothes and jumped quickly into the tub but not before Sara caught a glimpse of her body.  Similar to Grace, they were both so petite.  They looked so young, even though they would be eighteen within a couple of months.  With her smallish breasts, slight hips, Claire looked even younger.  If it wasn’t for her full butt and dark brown bush, you would think she was thirteen.

Claire ducked her head under the water when the door burst open, John walking in.  He carried two large bags and a tray of food.  “Clothes that the Master promised for the girls Sara.  You will wear your regular outfit.  And I thought you might be hungry.  You have an hour before Master wants you in the study.”  He glanced over at Grace, eying her half naked legs and the lovely cleavage the towel exposed.  She blushed when she saw his eyes staring at her breasts.  “Very lovely.”

Claire’s head popped out of the surface, sputtering as she did.  She held her breath as long as she could, hoping that John had left.  When she popped out, the bubbles in the tub did not cover her breasts, the small tits naked, John not missing them.  He smiled at her as she covered them with her hands, feeling the hard nipples prick into her palms.

“Master loves petite girls,” looking at Claire as he left, closing the door behind him.

“Does he always walk in without knocking?”  Grace exclaimed.

“It’s the Masters house.  They can do anything they want.  Being rich and powerful gives them lots of privileges that the common folk don’t have.  They are beyond the law.”  Sara had already found that out, John and Michael having their way with her at will.  Including punishing her, knowing that they got hard doing that.

“He scares me.  Is your Master like him?”  Claire finally saying something, getting out of the bathtub, afraid the door would open any second again.

“They’re men, they only want one thing.  Just don’t cross them, they have a lot of power,” Sara warned them.  “Let’s eat and see what they bought you to wear,” Claire and Grace already digging into the food as if they were starving, which was probably partially true.

Sara took the clothes out of the bags, each marked with the recipient’s name.  The first was marked for Claire.  She pulled out a pair of white thigh high stockings, pink ribbons on the top to hold them up.  The camisole was a white silk, tiny white mother of pearl buttons adorning it up the center.  The panties were also a white silk.  It had a short skirt of red plaid, a slit up each side.  The white blouse was a button down that would barely reach the skirt, if she raised her arms above her head, her bare midriff would be exposed.  “They’re beautiful,” even Sara was impressed.

Claire was a little shocked.  While she loved the fabric, the feel of the silk over her body would be lovely, it was the style that bothered her.  She was use to wearing drab clothes that covered her body.  These would just barely cover anything.  It would more likely attract a lot of attention.  “I hope I can wear them,” afraid of how she would look.

Grace had already opened up the second bag marked Grace.  In it was a similar pair of thigh high stockings, hers were black with shiny silk bows on the top.  The camisole was black, with black buttons down the center, but the top was lower cut, sure that ample cleavage would be exposed.  “Hell, at least he knows I have some tits,” never failing to kid Claire about her small boobs.  The panties were black silk, but the sides were only two silk bows, the area of her hips would be naked.  She pulled out the skirt, a gray skirt, rather drab looking, but when she felt it she was sure it was cashmere, so soft.  She put it up against her, knowing that it would cling to her figure.  The top was a cashmere button down sweater, like Claire’s it would leave a bare midriff if she raised her arms.  “I know that I can wear these.  Hell Sara, when your Master sees me in this, you’ll be out of a job.  And get your ass into those clothes Claire.  You’ll look great.  Stop being such a mouse.”

Sara brought them two pairs of shoes, both three inch heels, Claire’s white, Grace’s black.  They had a strap that would hold them secured to the ankle.  “It will take a while to get use to these, but you’ll manage.  And they make your legs look great.”  She saw how happy her friends were, almost afraid of what was going to happen.  The clothes were quite provocative.  What were Michael and John up to?

Grace sat down on the chair, throwing off the towel.  She slowly rolled the black nylons up her legs, oblivious to the wide spread of her legs or that Sara’s gaze was glued to her lovely slit.  She stood up to put on the panties only then catching Sara’s gaze.  “I can’t believe it either, my pussy looks great with these black stockings.”  She pulled on the panties, tying the knots on the side.  “Not too tight, maybe Master Michael will want to get into my hot little pants tonight,” teasing Sara.  The camisole clung to her breasts, Grace sighing as she felt the cashmere sweater and skirt slide over her skin.  She looked into the mirrors, the clothes clinging to her body in all the right places.

“God, would you look at this slut,” never missing a chance to kid Claire.  She looked like a thirteen year old Lolita.  The white top, highlighted by the red plaid skirt and the white stockings clung to her petite body like a second skin.  Even her small breasts looked big, her nipples pushing out the top.

“I can’t wear this, she’s right,” Claire shouted out.

“Don’t listen to her Claire, you’re a knockout.  Master will like you.”  That is what she was afraid of, that the Master might like them too much.  She looked at the clock.  “Let’s go, we have to be in the Master’s study in ten minutes and you still have to learn how to walk in those heels.”

It took them almost ten minutes to get there, Claire and Grace both having trouble balancing on the heels.  It’s not as if you get much practice in the orphanage in wearing three inch heels.  Sara knocked on the door, opening it without waiting for an answer.  She was surprised when she saw Headmaster Smith and John in the room, along with a stranger.  All were sitting around with Michael, a drink in their hands and cigars in their mouths.  “Sorry sir, I didn’t know you had company.  We will come back later.”

“Nonsense Sara.  Come in.  You already know Headmaster Smith and John.  The other gentleman is our esteemed Governor of the State.  Tell the girls to be nice to him, he is the one that pays for their upkeep,” all of them laughing.

All eyes were on the three girls as they entered the room.  Headmaster Smith was anxious to see Sara, Michael already telling of her exploits since the orphanage.  Grace and especially Claire were embarrassed by all the attention, the men not staring at their faces, but their eyes running up and down their bodies as they walked in.  Sara finally chimed in, “this is Grace and Claire.”

Michael’s cock felt like it would pop out of his trousers at the sight of Claire and Grace, especially Claire.  She was so petite and her red face made her look even younger than the eighteen years she would be.  Grace had a fuller body so he already decided what they would do.  “Step into the center of the room Claire, let these gentlemen see how beautiful you look in those clothes.  Don’t be bashful.  You are very appealing.”

She almost stumbled on the heels as she tentatively moved forward, her head bowed down, her back slouched over.

“Look up and stand up straight,” Headmaster Smith ordered her.

Her head shot up instantly, recognizing the stern voice of the Headmaster.  She arched her back, her little tits pushing out the front of the blouse, looking around the room as they all watched her.

“Turn around slowly Claire,” the familiar voice ordering her again, Claire not having any choice but to obey, humiliated as she heard some mumbling behind her as they saw her butt.  What did they say?

“Very nice Claire.  Now it’s your turn Grace.  Into the center of the room,” this time Michael’s voice giving the commands.

Grace fearlessly walked forward, smiling at Claire as she swept by, her heels clicking on the floor.  She stood in the center of the room, proud of how she looked, smiling as they stared at her.  She turned around without anyone asking, stopping when her back was to them, pausing, letting them get a good look at her ass.  She turned around, smiling again.  She could easily control them.  All she had to do was shake her ass and smile and they would do anything.  “To your liking Master Michael?”  She brazenly spoke to Michael.

“Come here Sara,” Michael gesturing her over to his side.  He whispered into her ear. 

“Please Master, don’t make me do that,” they heard her protest, Michael shaking his head no.

“John, now please,” John walking over to Grace.  Before she could even think about it, John had grabbed her tiny wrists in his large hand and began to pull them up over her head.

She squirmed and tried to move away, but John was able to easily overpower her five foot two inch body, moving her arms up until he found the metal cuffs in the ceiling, quickly putting each wrist in them, the loud snap of the heavy metal shattering the quiet of the room.  She pulled her arms, finding them trapped in the iron, the sound of the cuffs moving up until she was almost on her toes.  She could feel the cool air on her bare midriff, the sweater having pulled up high.  “Sara, tell them to let me go,” she begged her friend.  She looked over at Michael.  “Why are you doing this to me?”  She suddenly lost all control she thought she had over these men.

“With such a lovely body as yours Grace, I thought that you should entertain us.  The Headmaster has been seriously lusting after your delicious body.  Sara is going to slowly strip you naked so we may savor it.”  He looked over at Claire, having backed up to the wall, trying to be invisible.  “And you lovely girl, come over here and sit next to me.  Or would you rather be strung up like Grace?” 

Claire meekly walked over towards Michael, afraid of him, but more afraid of John, his look menacing.  “Sit down on the floor next to my chair and be a good girl.”  He watched her as she sat down, the skirt sliding up her legs, catching a sexy glimpse of the top of the white stockings.  “Are you going to be a good girl?” leaning down to her. 

Claire looked up at Michael.  He was so handsome, but he had an evil glint in his eye and she saw the way he was staring at her, especially her legs.  “Yes Sir,” her eyes down, not wanting to see that look again.

“Do you have any of that coca leaf?  Maybe the girls would like to have some,” the Governor spoke up.  He had been with Michael one other time when he had brought out the powder that was processed from the coca leaf.  They had the girls snort it up their noses.  They lost some of their inhibitions, became easily aroused and it seemed to heighten their senses.

“John, give it to Sara.  You might have to force Grace to take it.”  Michael watched as John took some of the powder, placing it on a small mirror, a gold straw passed to Sara. 

“Put the straw to your nose.  Run the other end along the line and snort it in.  Don’t worry it wouldn’t hurt you.  Hurry now, we don’t have all day,” forcing the issue with Sara.  He watched as she did as ordered, snorting a line of the powder, her eyes running as her head rose up.  “Now help me with Grace.  I don’t think she will be as willing.”

“I don’t want that, no!” her body shaking as she saw them approach. 

“You put a spoonful of the powder up her nose and pinch it,” John handing her a tiny gold spoon.  He moved behind her, seeing the frightened look on her face, her head trying to follow him around.  He let his hand slip around until it covered her mouth tightly, Grace struggling as he effectively gagged her.  “Do it now.  Once it’s in her nose, she will have to snort it in or suffocate.  Don’t take your fingers off her nose until I tell you.”  Grace struggled as Sara jammed some of the powder up her nose, her fingers gripping her nostrils tight.  Grace’s eyes opened wide as she was unable to breathe, panic beginning to settle in.  They waited as she became more panicky, her head trying to shake, John’s strong hands holding her tight.  You could see the surrender in her eyes.  “Take your hand off her nose.  I think she will cooperate now.”  Grace instantly sucked in the precious air through her nose, the coca powder also sucked in deep into her nostrils.

She could taste the powder in the back of her throat as it ran down from her nose.  Another spoonful was pushed to her other nostril, this time she willingly did it, not liking the suffocation.  She felt a strange buzz in her head.  Her senses seemed to get sharper, able to feel John behind her, feeling his hard cock pushed against her ass, feeling it pulsate and throb.  She was grateful that his hand moved from her mouth, able to take in deep breaths of air. 

“Begin now Sara.  I want Grace to be stripped slowly for our guests.”  Michael leaned down to Claire next to him, “I have something special for you little girl.  A nice glass of wine,” handing her a chardonnay wine that was over 100 years old.  “Drink it slow, savor it.”  He saw the reluctance in her face, “I wouldn’t tell you again!”

Claire picked up the glass, taking a little sip.  It was delicious, with a tingle to it, having never drunk alcohol before.  She slowly sipped it as Michael watched her until it was gone, handing the glass back to Michael.

Michael took the glass from her, putting it over to the side, not wanting to get it mixed up with his.  Claire’s wine was mixed with a concoction that had an opiate mixture.  She would begin to feel a little woozy and lightheaded.  The drug would allow them to be a little harsher with her; her brain would be able to take more pain then usual.  Michael and the others planned to abuse her petite body for his pleasure, and wanted a more willing participant in contrast to Grace.  In her they would enjoy the fight as they took her body, her cries of pain only making their cocks harder.

“I feel a little dizzy.  I have never drank wine before,” Claire’s eyes already beginning to glaze over.

“That’s all right, put your head on my lap,” pushing her head down until it rested near his knees, “now watch your friend,” his hand stroking her brown hair, running over her soft cheek.  He could almost hear her purr, the drug taking control of her body.

“Begin Sara, you know what we want you to do.”  Michael eager to see Grace’s naked body, his cock hard, the excitement of having Claire so close making it pulsate.  Sara took a drink of John’s drink, the cool liquid swishing around in her mouth. 

Grace’s eyes pleaded with Sara, but Sara knew that she had to obey.  Grace would soon understand.  Once Headmaster had availed himself of her lovely body this weekend, Sara was sure that he would continue to do so for the remaining time Grace spent at the orphanage, teaching her of the pleasure and pain sex could bring.  “Sorry Grace, but I have to do this.  It’s not so bad,” her hands slowly reaching out for the buttons on the cashmere sweater, but not before running her fingers over the drawn flat plane of her stomach, feeling Grace shiver as she felt the soft hands touching her.  Michael had given her specific instructions.  Not only was she to strip Grace naked, but she was also to make sure that she was sexually aroused by the time she finished.  Sara had never done anything like this before, never with a female before.  Her hands trembled as she touched her, attempting to touch her as a man would do. 

Grace could see all eyes on her and Sara, even Claire’s as she snuggled on Michael’s legs like a pet dog.  The mixture that they had shoved up her nose had raced to her brain, a sudden awareness rushing through her body.  She felt everything in so much more detail, a strange feeling almost as if touch was in brilliant colors.  She stared into Sara’s eyes as she felt her hand touching her naked stomach.  What immediately hit her was how soft her hands were on her skin.  Her body kept still as the hand moved over her stomach, her muscles tight as they felt the pleasure of the touch.  Her eyes pleaded as she felt the hands move up towards her breasts, but not sure if she really wanted to protest or not.  She held her breath until she felt the fingers hesitantly touch the tip of her breast, feeling the pebbled nipple. 

“MMMM,” softly as Sara’s mouth moved closer Grace’s, her heart pounding, her eyes wide open in shock, knowing what she would be doing in a few seconds.  Sara brought her face inches from Grace’s, eyes locked on her and stopped there and looked at her mouth.  Grace trembled, not sure if it was nerves or wanting, completely oblivious to all the eyes glued to them.  Her eyes moved back to Sara’s, seeming like minutes.  Then Sara kissed Grace, the feeling surreal.  Her kiss was soft, her tongue cool from the drink she had taken moments before.  Grace never felt anything so erotic.

They were kissing!  Their tongues swirled gently in their mouths, the softness driving Grace crazy.  Sara’s mouth pressed, taking the kiss deeper, increasing the intensity.  Grace’s pulse was racing, her heart in her throat as she let myself go and kissed Sara back.  It was so arousing, just their mouths touching, Sara’s hand still on her breast, the kiss almost taking Grace’s breath away.  Grace felt Sara suck her bottom lip into her mouth, tugging on it as she pulled away.  Grace moaned softly, she couldn’t help it, it was such a turn on, Sara’s mouth returning to kiss her again.  Sara’s hand moved from Grace’s breast, her nipple hard and slipped around to the back of her neck.  Sara’s hand was so cool and soft, but forcefully holding her as she continued to ravish my mouth.  God, Grace could barely keep up with her.

Sara’s other hand moved up, stroking the tip of Grace’s breast with her fingers as she felt the pebbled tip.  Grace couldn’t even try to explain how it felt, it was unreal.  Sara fit her hand around Grace’s breast and lifted the weight in her hand, running her thumb over the taut nipple. Michael’s loud voice booming in the room had Sara crashing back to reality.

“That’s enough kissing Sara.  I think you are enjoying it too much,” the men laughing as the girls turned red in humiliation, almost forgetting that they were being watched. 

Sara, her face red, let her tongue slide over her lips, the taste of Grace still on them.  She moved her hands to the buttons, slowly unbuttoning them, standing to the side so the men could enjoy the show the girls were providing. 

Grace looked down, her face and chest flushed as her sweater was slowly pushed aside as the buttons were popped free.  She almost now hated the low cut camisole, her ample cleavage being revealed.  She looked into the men’s eyes, their eyes pinned to her chest.  It only took seconds until it was pushed aside, the sexy camisole doing little to hide her breasts. 

“Make them hard,” Michael’s voice ordering Sara, her fingers reaching up to cup her breasts again, this time only the silk camisole covering them.  Her soft hands hefted the breasts up gently, almost bouncing them.  Her thumbs moved over the tips, rubbing the tender tips.  Sara’s hands moved underneath them, the silk sliding over her nipples as they hardened to the touch.  Sara pushed her breasts up high, presenting them to the waiting eyes of the men.

“Yes, very lovely tits Grace.  But now we want to see them naked Sara.”

Sara let her fingers run over Grace’s cleavage, seeing tiny goose bumps appear before slowly unbuttoning the tiny black buttons, this time starting at the bottom and working up, teasing the men.  She felt Grace shudder when she touched the underside of her naked breast, wanting to test her reaction to the touch.  Only one button left, standing to the side as she undid it, pulling the camisole to the side as her breasts swung free.  Grace could hear the oohs from the men as her naked tits were presented.  Her areola’s circled the erect nipples in a sea of dark brown, the pink tips pushing out, hard and erect.  Sara let her hands cup the naked flesh this time, Grace shuddering as her finger ran over the tip.  “They’re so hard Grace,” she whispered to her.  Her hands ran all over her flesh, squeezing her breasts, feeling how firm they were.

She moved behind Grace, her hips pressed against Grace’s butt.  She let her hands run down Grace’s hips until she felt naked skin.  They moved up this time, moving along the inner edge of her thighs until they reached the fabric of her skirt.  They pushed in, sliding under the skirt, moving up higher again.

Grace’s hands clenched involuntarily when she felt Sara’s hands on her inner thighs, just above her knee.  She just couldn’t believe how soft her hands were on her skin.  The hands moved higher under her skirt, slowly pulling it up, revealing the naked skin above her thigh high stockings.  Her eyes popped open when she felt Sara’s fingertips trail along the edge of her panties.  Her mouth opened “oh god, you can’t…”

“Yes,” slowly pulling the skirt up until it was above her waist, the black panties with her naked skin of her hips revealed.  “Spread your legs for them,” Sara ordered Grace.  She was surprised when Grace obeyed, the drug that they shot up her nose obviously affecting her.  “More,” she pushed, Grace’s feet shuffling wider.  All eyes were on the exaggerated stretch of her legs, the short skirt hiked up high, the panties clinging to her skin.

Grace was embarrassed, knowing that her black panties were stained with her juices.  Why was she like this?  Was it the drug they gave her or was she really enjoying the control that Sara and the men had over her?  She didn’t have time to think about it, her skirt falling to the floor beneath her.  She lifted her legs, helping Sara to pull the garment out, thrown to the corner of the room.  She now stood there, her breasts naked, only panties covering her sex, posing with her legs spread wide, and the black thigh high stocking accenting the white flesh above. 

“Turn around Grace,” Headmaster Smith’s voice ordering her, feeling Sara guide her hips around until her butt was to the men.  “Spread your legs again,” he commanded, her legs slowly parting again, feeling her panties stretch across her ass cheeks, sure that the sharp crease of her butt was clearly outlined in the black silk panties.  She felt Sara reach around, her finger sliding down the crease, pushing the panties in, highlighting her tight cheeks.  “Yes, such a nice ass Grace.”

Sara looked over at Michael, seeing that he was busy with Claire.  She turned Grace’s body around again, facing the men, standing behind her, her hands moving in front to play lightly over Grace’s abdomen, sliding up and down, feeling her silky bush beneath the panties.  “Watch Claire, they will leave us alone for a few minutes,” she whispered into Grace’s ear.

“What’s he going to do to her,” Grace asked Sara.

“I think the drink had something in it that blocks some of the pain to her brain.  Men enjoy inflicting pain on girls, it makes their cocks harder.  Michael loves to do that and I think that’s what he has in mind for her body.  She is so petite and submissive, a willing participant to his perversions.”

Michael ran his hand down Claire’s cheek, “come over her closer Claire,” watching as she rose up, her eyes glossed over, an innocent, peaceful expression on her face.  The drink had done its job well, Claire in a state of bliss, oblivious to her surroundings.  “Kneel up near me,” helping her until she was perched up high on her knees, his hands posing her body until he was pleased.  “Arch your back for me.  You have such little titties, you have to make sure you stick them out for me.”

Claire was not sure why she did as he ordered, but she did, pushing out her breasts, looking down and seeing how exaggerated it looked, almost like she was trying to push her breasts into her face.  His hands stroked her face almost lovingly, moving down to her neck, sliding down both sides.  She shivered in fear when she fully realized where they were going, not even dawning on her until now that she had positioned her breasts for his hands.  His hands eagerly sought out her breasts, the large palms completely encircling her smallish breasts.  She felt her nipples poke out in response, almost aching as his hands touched them.  He began to clench his hand, encompassing her breast flesh in his powerful hands, crushing the firm flesh.  His gentle touch had turned harsher, his fingers seeking out her nipples, finding them easily.  While her breasts were smallish, her nipples were long.  She had made them get over two inches long when she masturbated in her bed at night, quietly playing with them, pulling on them until they stretched out long and hard.  She always had to push her face into the pillow as she came, one hand on her pussy, the other pinching her nipple.

Michael found the hard nipples and let his fingers grip onto them, pleased they were so big.  John was right, catching a glimpse of them in the bathtub, long, pink nipples, made to be abused.  “Unbutton your blouse,” he ordered her, his hands still on her nipples.  He tightened his grip on them until her hands moved up and slowly began to unbutton the pretty sweater.  He removed his hands as she pushed it to the side, revealing the hard nipples pushing out on the silk camisole.

She looked over, seeing all of the men looking at her as Michael’s hands slid the sweater down off her shoulders, pulling it from her arms.  She looked down, her nipples pushing out her camisole, her smallish breasts just tiny bumps, but her nipples big.  “Are you going to make me take off the camisole in front of them?”  Claire’s voice was just a tiny whisper only heard by Michael

“Yes Claire.  And that is not all.  You are going to have to strip until you are nude.  Just like your friend Grace will soon be.”

She moved her fingers down the buttons of the camisole, almost like a robot, her naked flesh revealed as she unbuttoned the last button.  She felt Michael’s hands help pull the garment off until it was thrown into the corner with her sweater.  Her hands gripped her breasts, hiding them from the others as she shivered in embarrassment.

“Put your arms behind your back and let your hands grip the other arm.  Keep that position no matter what I do or you will be punished.”  He waited, her eyes looking up at his, then lowered them as her hands uncovered her breasts and moved behind her back at her waist, her palms gripping her arms just below the elbows tightly.  “Arch your back again Claire.  You have to push them little titties out for me.  I wouldn’t tell you again.”  He smiled as he looked down.  Her upper chest bare, her breasts were so small.  He let his fingers roam around the flesh, his fingernail dragging along her areolas, teasing the nipples.  He looked into her eyes, the pupils only pinpoint, the eyes glazed over.

Claire face turned crimson in shame as Michael’s hands stroked her nipples, making them ache as the sensations of his hands swept through her chest.  She could feel them getting bigger from the manual ministrations.  She almost bit her lip as the pinching began, Claire gasping in pain, her body jerking as the firm tips of her small breasts were pinched and twisted.

“Good girl,” Michael stroking her face with one hand while his other hand inflicted more painful pinches and twisting on her nipple as Claire panted and jerked about from his abuse.  But she kept the position almost as if her hands were bound behind her back.  Her nipples enlarged, over an inch long and still growing.  “I have such lovely toys that will bite into those lovely tips,” he murmured to her.  Michael removed his fingers from her nipple, pleased at how red and sore he had made it.

Claire looked down at her small chest, seeing the angry red marks his fingers had left behind.  She didn’t have time to think about it, his hands returning to her nipples, this time both hands grabbing her nipples, Claire jerking and groaning in pain as his fingers sadistically twisted her nipples.

The drug had done a good job, Michael’s fingers gripping the rubbery tips harder, pulling and stretching them, pressing more firmly until he extracted the groan from Claire that he desired.  He pulled them both, stretching them from her body until he heard her whimper, the tips now over two inches long, compressed beneath his fingertips.  He twisted them, her body jerking in pain, her groans making his cock jump in his pants.  “I’m going to love taking a whip or cane to these lovely tips Claire.  I can inflict such lovely pain on them, enjoying your gasps of pain.”  He captured her breasts in his hand, his fingertips pressing just behind the swollen and sore nipple and squeezed.  She squealed in pain, her head shooting up as the blood was pushed painfully into the tip, her chest jerking back and forth, his fingers gripper tighter.

She felt him release her nipples, the pain worse when the blood rushed back into the pinched flesh.  His hands rubbed back and forth over the red and swollen tits.  She couldn’t understand why she felt dampness in her panties.  He was hurting her, but the pain seemed to also bring her some pleasure.  “Put your head back down Claire, we still have to finish with Grace,” feeling her head push down in his lap, this time higher up, his cock jerking on the side of her head as she pushed down into his crotch.  She began to pull away, but his hand held her head tightly, forcing her to feel the throbbing flesh beneath her cheek.

Michael turned back to Grace.  “Sara remove her panties, everyone wants to see that lovely pussy.”

While Grace felt sorry for what Michael was doing to Claire, the pinching and twisting of Claire’s nipples looked painful; it did divert attention from Grace.  But now all eyes were back on her, Sara’s hands again becoming active on her body, slowly sliding over her abdomen, each time sliding lower.  She held her breath as Sara’s hand moved lower to run down her slit, pushing the silk panties into the moist slot, her lips pushed back as it moved up and down.  “No” she cried when she felt the soft hands slide along the wet crotch of her panties and suddenly pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, exposing her pussy to all of the men that stared so intently on her sex.  She was extremely wet, not only from what Sara was doing to her, but also from seeing what Michael had done to Claire.  They could all see how turned on she was, but also how terrified she was 

Grace felt Sara slide two fingers up into her, God, they were so soft and cool, but at the same time hard and probing. 

“You’re so wet, mmmm” Sara teased her.

Sara’s slim fingers slipped in and out Grace’s virgin pussy, pulling her juices up to swirl around her clit and then back inside her.  Sara kept doing it, Grace’s hips doing a gentle dance as they fucked back and forth on the soft fingers that probed inside her.  In and out, then up to flick her clit, then back inside deeper, banging against her hymen.  Sara kept up this tormenting circuit, harder as Grace’s hips began to move faster, her breathing ragged, soft moans coming from her lips.  She didn’t want to cum, not in front of these men, but Sara was making her.  Suddenly Sara stopped, Grace’s pussy feeling so empty, her hips jerking around, trying to find them, wanting the pleasure back that Sara’s fingers had given her, wanting to cum, not even caring if they watched her.  She could feel her juices running down her thighs as her body trembled in lust, Sara behind her, whispering in her ear.

“You can’t cum yet, Grace.  Only when Michael’s cock is inside you, fucking you.  He will tell you when.”  Sara’s hands went to Grace’s hips, slowly untying the pretty silk ribbons that held the black panties glued to her body.  Even when untied, the panties stayed up, the wet silk clinging to her skin.  Sara stepped in front of Grace, kneeling down and slowly pulling the panties down until they pulled from her crotch.  She pushed her hands between her silky thighs.  “Spread your legs for them Grace.  Let them inspect your vagina,” the juices glistening on her bush and lips.

Grace wanted to cum so bad, her legs willingly opening, anything to feel Sara’s gentle touch back again.  She looked over, Sara walking over to Michael as he signaled her.  “OH NO!”  Grace saw the other men get up and walk over to her, her legs closing instantly, her thighs clamped tight as the three men stood before her.  She looked down at them, blushing when she saw the tent in their pants.

“Claire, it’s time for you again,” Michael’s hand moving down to stroke her face, seeing her lift her head up.  “Turn around,” watching as she shifted her body, the red marks on her breasts making his cock hard again.  “I’m going to fuck your friend, Grace.  But I need you to make it easier for her.  If my cock goes in dry, it will hurt her.  I need you to get it wet.  With your mouth.  Sara will show you how.  Can you do that to help your friend?”

Her head was still foggy, but she couldn’t let him put his cock in her mouth.  It was disgusting.  She clamped her lips tight in protest, Michael smiling as he saw her defiance.  She felt him take her hand and place it on the throbbing member in his pants.  She tried to pull back, but he was stronger, holding it down as it jerked underneath her gentle touch.  He moved her hand, making her stroke the hard flesh in his pants.  God, it was huge.  His fingers moved around hers, making her grab the girth of the cock in her tiny hand, moving it up and down the hard shaft. 

He loosened the grip on her hand.  She didn’t stop, her hand continuing the gentle masturbation of his cock.  “Good girl.  Now open up my zipper and reach your hand in.  Take out my cock.”  His hand reached down to her chest, feeling the big nipple beneath his fingers.  He gripped it and twisted it cruelly, her gasp of pain pleasing him. 

She didn’t want to, but maybe he wouldn’t make her put his cock in her mouth if she stroked it as he wanted.  She felt his fingers return to her nipple, bracing her body for the inevitable pain, the piercing pain shooting through her chest as the tender tip was twisted, feeling like he was trying to tear it from her body.  Her fingers moved quickly before he could do it again, sliding down the zipper, her hand sliding inside his pants, finding the hole in his shorts and reaching inside.  She pulled her hand back as she felt the hot flesh, feeling like it was scalding her flesh when she touched it.  His fingers touched her nipple again, her hand returning, this time her small hand slid around the thick cock and pulled it from his pants.  God was it big.  The head was an angry purple, a thick ridge running around the head, the shaft long with protruding veins running down the it.  It was hot and pulsing in her hand.  It must be over seven inches long and two inches wide.  She felt sorry for her friend Grace, having to take such a formidable cock inside her virgin pussy.  She knew it would hurt, but Michael seemed to like that, her nipples still throbbing from his abuse.

Michael pushed her head closer to his cock, feeling her hot breath on it as she lightly stroked it up and down.  “Rub the head Claire,” he ordered her as Sara moved down next to her.  Sara let her hand slip onto the back of Claire’s head, pushing it down until her lips touched the hard cock, feeling her flinch when it first touched her lips with the hot flesh.  Her lips were still clenched tight.  Michael’s hands reached down to her nipples, digging his fingernails into her tender nipple flesh, grinding painfully into the flesh until they began to bleed.

Claire screamed in pain as it felt like he was taking a knife to her nipples, her mouth instantly filled with his thick cock as she opened her mouth to scream in pain.  “MMMGG” the only sound that came from her mouth as it was filled with the throbbing flesh.  Her mouth was filled, his cock moving around in her mouth as Sara held her head still as Michael pumped his cock in and out of her tightly wrapped lips.  She felt it push out her cheeks as he moved it from one side to the other.

“Run your tongue over it Claire or I’ll tear off your nipples,” he threatened and the last pinching with his fingernails showed he was serious.  She hesitantly let her tongue run down the length of the cock, her sensitive tongue feeling the veins running up the side.  She felt it shudder when her tongue touched the ridge, lapping at the underside of the cock head.  She could feel her mouth flooded with the salty tasting fluids, it must be his semen, her tongue forcing it to leak from the head.  She felt his cock punching in and out of her mouth as he fucked her face, gagging when he pushed too far and it banged against her tonsils, the head too big to jam down her throat.  She heard a scream, but couldn’t move, her body held tightly, servicing Michael’s cock with her virgin mouth.

They had pulled what looked like a trapeze from the ceiling, black leather straps hanging from each end of the bar.  It must be at least five feet wide as they lowered it down towards the ground.  Grace struggled but was overcome by far superior forces, the three men easily overpowering her petite body.  Her legs were pulled up and secured to the first end, the leather strap tied tightly.  The next one was more painful, her legs having to stretch wide, her crotch feeling like it would split up the middle.  She kicked but John’s powerful hands held her slim ankle while Headmaster Smith secured her ankle in the cuffs.  All eyes were between her spread thighs as they slowly raised the trapeze, her legs strapped tightly to the corners, spread wide and open.  They pulled it up until it was waist high, her arms pulled tight as they supported all of her weight now.  She blushed as they stood in front of her, looking down to see her pussy lips pulled back wide by the obscene spread of her legs, the black stockings highlighting her white skin and pink pussy.

Headmaster Smith moved next to Grace, his hand moving down the flat plane of her stomach as he whispered in her ear, her body trembling.  “I’m going to enjoy your lovely body every day when we get back to the orphanage.  You and Claire both.  You will be very accommodating once bent over my desk,” his hand touching her silky, blonde bush.  He pulled a few hairs, hearing her squeal in pain as the hairs pulled from her follicles painfully.  “Yes, I enjoy your little squeals,” the hand moving down between her young slit, feeling the moisture of her juices.  “You are so wet down there Grace,” his finger gently rubbing up and down the insides of her labia, the other finger on the outside, gently squeezing the tender flesh as she squirmed beneath his touch.

“Keep my cock in your mouth as we watch Grace get ready to accommodate my cock in her virgin pussy.  Keep it hard with your tongue,” he ordered Claire as he pushed her head down, his cock jerking in excitement as her innocent eyes looked back at him, her teenage mouth stuffed with his man-sized cock, her lips stretched tightly across the girth of the massive tool.  He felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock, feeling his cock leak his pre-cum into the hot confines of her mouth. 

Grace shook and jerked about, trying to escape the masturbating fingers of Headmaster Smith as his fingers played with her pussy.  It would be gentle, then suddenly he would deliver a sharp jolt of pain to her sex, pinching or pulling her tender labia until she squealed and jerked about in her bondage.  It only got worse as John moved up to her breasts, his head moving down to engulf the tip of one in his hot mouth, sucking her breast into his mouth, his tongue bathing the nipple with his hot saliva as it pulled painfully from her body.  His other hand was not idle, stroking and pinching her other nipple, her large tits jiggling as she struggled to escape his mouth and fingers.  A sharp slap to her tender ass cheeks signaled that the Governor was not to be ignored, his hand engulfing her tight cheeks in his palms as he pushed her body up into the Headmaster’s fingers.  She squirmed, his fingers succeeding in slipping between her tightly clenched cheeks and running up and down her sweat drenched crease before finally running over her anus.  She tightened her cheeks and was punished with a sharp slap to her other cheek.

“Relax your cheeks or I will spank your ass red,” the Governor commanded, another sharp slap in the same spot igniting the heat and pain in her bottom as the white flesh turned pink.  “Good girl,” as he felt her relent, his finger now allowed access to the tiny anus that was snuggled so tightly between her teenage cheeks.  His finger, already moist with her sweat rubbed around the tiny opening, feeling it clench tight as Grace attempted to stop the fingering of her tiny asshole.

How could someone want to touch her there?  The finger was insistent, moving around her opening, waiting until her sphincter could no longer keep her opening closed tightly, sending shivers through her body as it played with the tiny nerve endings that surrounded the tiny hole.  Six hands were driving her body to a sexual peak, a combination of pleasure and pain making her jerk and squirm as they abused her bound body.  She could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs, onto the finger of the Governor that was poised at the entrance of her asshole, making the opening slick.

“Enough Claire, it is time for Grace to accommodate my cock inside her silky pussy,” his cock slipping through her wet lips, her tongue playing over the tip as it moved from her mouth, feeling like it was almost disappointed that it was leaving.

Sara watched Michael move over towards Grace, her eyes staring at his saliva covered cock, glistening in the bright lights.  She was almost jealous that her friend was going to get it, not her, remembering the pleasure that he gave her when he fucked her.  Even when he abused her, she always managed to cum.  She hoped that he would have time for her later, but she knew that Claire was also going to get his cock before she would.

Grace saw the thick cock moving towards her, the others moving away from her, her body almost empty without their fingers and mouth.  She was so aroused, first Sara leaving her unfulfilled, now the men bringing her to the threshold of an orgasm and then letting her down abruptly.  She looked at the big cock, knowing that he would not be satisfied until he buried it deep inside her virgin pussy, forever taking her innocence from her.  Then he would ride her until he filled her with his hot cum, all while the others watched her ravishment, eager to take Michael’s place, Grace unable to stop them from being next.

Michael pulled her legs up higher, slipping down between them before lowering her back down, his body now between her widely spaced thighs, his eyes on the pink slit glistening with her juices.  He looked up to her large breasts, John’s saliva and bite marks on her areolas and nipples, her nipples pointed and erect.  He let his hands slide onto her legs, enjoying the luxurious feel of her satiny flesh as he moved up and down the tender insides.  He pinched the flesh between his fingers, her gasp of pain making his cock jerk in pleasure.  “Such a lovely body Grace,” his hands moving up to the vee of her legs, his fingers spreading apart her puffy labia, her tender pink insides wet with her juices.  He moved to the tiny opening, her vagina barely discernable.  He moved his fingers to the sides of the opening and began to press outward, pleased that she did not try to fight his attempts, resigned to the fate of losing her virginity while in tight bondage, four hard and eager cocks ready to teach her the pleasures of sex.  The tiny hole began to open, Michael moving forward until his cock pushed between her slit, his hips pushing it upward to the slowly unfolding petals of her flower. 

She felt the bulbous head of his cock slip between her pussy lips, shivering in fear as his fingers spread her vagina for the hard cock.  She wasn’t sure how it was going to fit.  She had often thought of losing her virginity, but this never fit into any of her dreams.  It was always a tender lover, patiently preparing her for her deflowering, his rather smallish cock, at least by Michael’s standard, gently taking her maidenhood with a minimum of pain as she clung to him in a passionate embrace.  But here she was, bound and spread, an older man between her legs, a formidable weapon ready to plunge into her unused passage, her scream of pain would only increase his pleasure while others watched her lose her virginity painfully, each waiting their turn.  “Please, be gentle,” she tried to beg but she saw by the big grin on Michael’s face that it would do no good.  She saw his hand fist his cock, pushing the hard head against her tiny opening, his hips beginning a slow but gradual push, forcing his cock to push aside all of her resistance. 

Michael looked down as her tiny hole began to open, his slick head slowly sinking into the depths.  He grabbed her ass in his large palms, cupping the tightened cheeks, feeling her beginning to fight the painful intrusion into her vagina.  He pulled her up, a groan escaping from her lips as she was forced onto the hard cock.  He looked into her face, her eyes shut, her lips clenched in pain as she tried to endure the painful cock spreading her apart.  He let his fingers grab a piece of her tight cheeks and pinched painfully, pleased when her eyes shot open as her hips were forced up by the painful pinch, shoving her vagina onto his cock, her hymen tearing as his cockhead was slowly swallowed up by her tight pussy.  “Such a hot, tight cunt,” pushing down with his hips, eager to feel her silky pussy clenched around his pulsating cock.  “Raise her legs up higher so I can get better leverage.”  He felt her legs rise up, her vagina forced down at a different angle, his cock able to push easier inside her.

She screamed when she was forced to take her own virginity, his pinching fingers catching her off guard, forcing her hips to rise up to escape the pain only to meet the hard cock poised at the entrance of her pussy, driving it into her body and forever taking her virginity.  She felt so full of cock, his throbbing member squeezed tightly in her vagina, feeling the wetness, not sure if it was blood or her juices.  His hands were still holding her ass tightly, fearing that any second now he would begin to push deeper inside her.  “AAAGGGH,” she moaned as his powerful hips pushed forward, the head of his cock beginning to push deeper inside of her.  “Slower,” she begged, but his cock would not listen, eager to bury itself deep into her hot body.

Michael pulled out until only the head was gripped by her pussy, her tight ring clinging around him.  He pushed in again, this time pushing farther inside her, his hands underneath her raising her up to meet his thrusts.  He looked into her face, tears running down her face as she pleaded with him to go slow.  But he only felt the pleasure that her once virgin pussy was providing for him and sank back in again, thrusting into the teenage body, little painful gasps coming from her lips as his cock swelled up, tearing into new places, deeper into her.  In and out he thrust, his hands pinching her ass cheeks, driving her hips up and down, pleasuring his cock as her body jerked around trying to escape the powerful fingers that left red, angry marks on her body. 

She felt him begin to pump into her with an urgent need, his fingers forcing her to fuck back on the large cock, her pussy forced to spread wide to accept the rampaging member that tore in and out of her.  She had never felt anything like it.  It felt like a baseball bat was between her legs, sawing in and out of her body as she swayed in the air.  Her ass was raised up high, positioned for the best possible angle for him to fuck her, unable to do anything except to try to relax her muscles and accept the brutal fucking.

He was now burying his cock deep inside her with each thrust, feeling his cockhead banging painfully against her cervix as he fucked her hard, his pelvic bone smashing into her, the sound of soft flesh slapping against each other.  His fingers moved up to her pussy, peeling back her clit hood, his hard cock plunging back and forth inside her with abandonment.  His fingers found the swollen bud, pinching it between two fingers and began to pull and twist it as he fucked her hard.  Her pussy began to clench on his cock, not sure if it was the pain or the pleasure, not really caring, his fingers twisting her clit harder. 

Sara watched the change come over Grace as she responded to the fucking of her pussy, her hips moving up and down on their own, the look on her face as his fingers played with her clit as he cock tore in and out, covered in a pink sheen of blood and cum.  John moved over next to her, his fingers finding her nipples and squeezing them tightly as she grimaced in pain, her hips moving faster, obviously the pain increasing her arousal.

Grace couldn’t believe it, but the arousal in her returned, even with the giant cock inside her painfully sawing in and out her pussy, feeling like it was dragging her inside out with each thrust.  He was burying the full length of his cock in each thrust, making her take the full measure of his member.  The fingers pulling at her clit and now her nipples were driving her to the edge.  She could feel the cock inside her begin to swell, knowing that he was soon going to cum inside her, filling her with his hot seed.  She screamed in ecstasy as the fucking finally drove her over the edge, the fingers on her nipples sending such delightful sensations through her breasts, her sensitive clit no longer able to withstand the powerful fingers.  She came, her pussy clutching on the cock inside her.  And then she felt him jerk, his cock burying itself deep inside her, his stomach bashed tightly against hers, his fingers withdrawn, but moving his hips side to side so their pelvic bones slide back and forth against each other, her clit smashed between them.  It began to sputter inside her, hot powerful jets of cum bathing her insides with her first sperm bath.  She came again, his cum feeling like a fire hose shooting inside her.  He pulled out, then back in again, each time the sound of her wet passage humiliating her as cum dribbled down her thighs.  The sound of wet flesh slapping together ringing out in the room. 

She slumped down, exhausted, as she felt him pull his cock from her pussy painfully, a sudden rush of fluids running down her thighs as his cock head pulled free.  She hung there, her eyes closed, her chest heaving as she tried to recover from the most intense orgasm she had ever encountered. 

“You can have her now.  Teach her well,” Michael moving back towards Claire.  “Sara, you go help them, I am going to play with Claire for a while.  I think I’m going to enjoy that petite little body.”  Michael moved in front of Claire, still on her knees.  He saw her pointed nipples, his hands reaching out for them as he spoke, “stand up.”  She did not have a chance to react, Michael’s fingers reaching her nipples and clamping down on them hard.  He yanked her body up by her nipples; a scream tore from her lips.

Everyone stared at Claire, her scream almost hurting their ears.  Michael was lifting her body up by her nipples, the rubbery tips stretching her tiny breasts and nipples out at least six inches, as she scrambled to get up, almost falling back down, her nipples almost torn from her body.

She couldn’t believe the pain, the dizziness almost passing now, the pain intensified.  It felt like her nipples were being ripped from her body, her entire weight hanging from the delicate tips.  She was finally able to pull herself up, Michael’s fingers still on her nipples, twisting them, seeing her face contorted in pain, tears in her eyes.

“Do I have your attention Claire?” 

The others went back to their task, bringing Grace down from the bondage, her legs freed first and then her arms.  She could just barely stand on her feet, rubbing her wrists, her crotch aching from the spread, her pussy burning from the fucking that Michael had given her.  She felt the cum dripping down her leg.  “What are you going to do to me?”  Sara had already started to wipe her body with a warm washcloth, paying special attention to between her legs.

“You have to ask, Grace?”  They all watched, pulling their cocks from their pants, stroking the members to hardness.  “We’re going to fuck you.  All of us.”

Michael eyed Claire’s petite body, her smallish breasts, red from the abuse he had inflicted on them, but he also noted how large and hard her nipples were.  She might have screamed in pain, but he would bet anything that her pussy was dripping wet.  He would soon find out.  “Remove your skirt Claire,” a command, not a request.  This time she hurried to obey, the skirt falling to the ground at her feet in seconds, Claire kicking it out to the side to stand before him, trembling in her white panties and thigh high stockings.  His hands found her hips, running up and down the side before moving behind and grabbing her tight cheeks that snuggled the tight panties.  She might be petite, but she had a nice ass, his fingers running all over her bottom, making sure that she felt his fingers on her crease, sliding up and down the tightened crack, teasing her.  “Remove your panties for me and spread your legs.  I want to see that sweet pussy.”

She bent over, sliding the panties down her legs, kicking them off her feet, standing up again.  She looked into his eyes then quickly spread her legs, almost forgetting his second command.

“That’s a good girl Claire.  Are you going to obey me?”

“Yes Sir,” fearing what she was agreeing to, her nipples still throbbing in pain.  “What are you going to do to me?”

“I love your tight little body Claire.  I want to spank and abuse it.  And I want you to help me.  Help me by spreading your legs for me.  Sticking your tits out for me.”  He smiled at her when he saw her eyes open wide, fully understanding that she was to submit to him.  “Are you going to be good and help me?”

She knew that she had no choice.  He would take what he wanted from her, just as he had with Grace, and probably had done with Sara.  She didn’t know whether she could do what he wanted, knowing that she would be exposing her body so he could inflict deeper pain on her.  She nodded her head, resigned to her fate.

“Sit on the floor, facing the others.  They may be busy now, but they will enjoy seeing you spread before them later.”  He sat down behind her on the floor.  His hands moved around her, touching the insides of her thighs.  “Spread your legs out Claire.  Show me that precious pussy.”  He lightly slapped her thighs, giving her the little urging she needed to comply.  “Bring your legs up, and then out.  Yes, that’s so good.”  He let his hand rub her inner thigh, feeling her flinch from the touch, Claire already knowing soon that it would go from gentle to hard without warning.  He slapped her right inner thigh, high up above the stockings, his cock hardening at the sound of the slap on her tender flesh. 

Her body turned, her legs crossing as she felt the sharp pain.  She looked down, the flesh already pink, still aching. 

“I said keep your legs open!”  This time his voice louder, more demanding, her legs quickly moving open again, trembling, as she knew that her thighs were vulnerable again.  He slapped her other thigh, high up, almost at her crotch, moving back to the other side to revisit the same spot with a sharp crack.  Her body twisted and turned as she gasped in pain, but her legs were still spread open.  “Much better,” he complimented her.

She felt the heat from the slaps on her inner thighs as his hands moved up to touch her breasts, his fingers grabbing her nipples and pulling and twisting them painfully.  She squirmed, gasping in pain, but her legs were spread wide open, her butt moving up and down, side to side as he abused her nipples.  His fingers moved over her breasts, fingertips grasping her small nipples, digging into the delicate flesh as it felt like he was trying to crush them.  His fingernails scraped along her flesh, moving over her nipples, the sharp nails feeling as they were cutting her skin.  The hand moved down to her thighs, her body flinching in response, this time his fingernails digging into the tender flesh, bruising it with his strong fingers as her butt squirmed beneath him, attempting to relive some of the pain.  Her leg moved out to the side as he scratched her thigh, drawing his sharp nails along the inner flesh.  “OOOOHH,” she cried in pain as he yanked on her pussy lips, pulling them out painfully.  No man had ever touched her there, but this is not what she had dreamed about the first time being like.  “OOOWW,” another sharp slap to her inner thigh, this one harder, sending her leg out to the side, spreading herself open more.

“Good girl Claire,” picking up a slender flexible rod about three feet long.  He lightly tapped her pussy with it as she grit her teeth, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her fists clenched tight, her legs still spread wide for him as the pain increased.  He swung it back and hit her hard on her pussy, her leg crossing the other as she screamed in pain.

“EEEEHH,” her crotch feeling like it was on fire.  The tapping was bad enough, but he had swung hard, the flexible rod beating her tender sex.  How could he do such a thing?  A woman’s sex was not to be treated like this.  She moved her leg out again hesitantly, the rod moving along her inner thigh, urging her to spread wider, sliding along the crease of her leg before moving back to her pussy again.  She began to hyperventilate again, bracing for the pain she knew was coming, the tapping rod already hurting.

He waited until her guard was down to slash at her pussy again, the rod smashing into her tender flesh, her scream making his cock jump.  “Open your legs,” he ordered her again as she hesitantly did.  His hand reached down to her pussy, her hips flinching, jerking back and forth as he touched her flesh.  He grabbed her pussy lips between two fingers and pulled and twisted them as she panted and squirmed, her legs moving back and forth as he yanked her pubic hair.  He let his hand rub her pussy again, feeling her wetness as she struggled to regain her composure. 

She felt his fingers rubbing across her mound as the ache from his abuse began to fade.  He squeezed her pussy again, this time more gentle.  His fingers rubbed over her bush as if trying to brush something off of it.  “”EEEEEH,” she cried out, her hips jerking high up into the air as his hand slapped her directly on her pussy, his powerful fingers pushing apart her labia to slap the tender insides.  She shook in fear, bracing for the inevitable, feeling his cock jerking behind her, knowing that her pain was pleasing him.  Another sharp slap to her pussy, her legs struggling to stay open, shaking as she waited for the hand to return.  This one harder, her legs closing as the pain shot to her brain, trapping his hand in her crotch.

“Open your legs!”  He saw her obey, “wider.”  When they were wide apart, his hand slashed down between her legs, hitting her squarely on her sex, her yelp making his cock jump.  He began to spank her, his hand slapping up and down her slit as her head shook back and forth in pain, her ass rising up from the floor, her legs trying to close, fighting the urge to spare her own pain, each time moving open again.  Her screams of pain were continuous, his hand wet from her juices as he beat her pussy with his hand.  He stopped, holding her tightly, her face covered in tears, sobbing as her chest heaved up and down.  “Good girl Claire.”  His hands moved down to her breasts, rubbing her small breasts as she continued to sob. 

Sara could not believe what Claire was doing.  She willingly spread her legs for him to inflict such terrible pain on her open sex.  She could see Michael thoroughly enjoying abusing her body and could imagine how hard he was.  Claire was sobbing as her pussy was being spanked, her legs trying to close but somehow she willed them open as her sex turned a deep red from the constant barrage of his hand on her pussy.  Grace was not faring much better.  She had been expecting to get fucked by each of the men, but they had other ideas.

The Governor was already naked on the couch, his hand holding up his erect cock, stroking it back and forth as she walked over to him.  “Come on Grace, kneel on both sides of my hips and settle that tight, teenage pussy down on my cock.  You’re going to fuck me.”  He stroked his cock as she climbed over him, her pussy poised over his cock, the Governor’s cocks jerking as he stared at her juicy pussy spreading over his cock.  “It’s already wet Grace.  Grab my cock and rub it up and down your slit.  MMMMM,” he moaned in pleasure as his cock jerked in pleasure as her tiny hand gripped the shaft, rubbing the bulbous head up and down her slit. 

“Please, don’t make me do this.  It already hurts down there.  Please,” she begged.  She saw the look on his face, only concerned with his own pleasure.  She felt her swollen labia pushed aside by the thick member as she rubbed it up and down.  She could already feel the tingling that it brought, the hot flesh feeling as it was burning her flesh.  She had already lost her virginity, feeling like such a slut, the others watching her as she rose up a bit, adjusting his cock so it fit tightly against her clenched vagina.  She took a deep breath, seeing the Governor watching her breasts rise and fall as she slowly began to lower herself down, resigned to her fate.  “GGGGHHHGG,” she moaned in pain as the thick member slowly spread her open, her own weight forcing the cock into her moist channel.  She felt it twitch, her pussy clenching onto it as the head popped through into her vagina, the small opening wrapped tightly under head, trapping it within her.  She felt so full again, her pussy tiny in comparison to their big cocks, knowing that she would have to stretch wide for them.  She felt the Governor’s hands reach up and cup her breasts from beneath, feeling his fingertips begin to rub her nipples, the rubbery tips turning hard under his ministration.  She moved her hips side to side, feeling his cock follow her movements, her juices allowing it to slide deeper inside her as she pressed down, the Governor’s hands pulling on her nipples, pulling them downward, forcing Grace to sink her hot, tight pussy down on his cock.

The Governor couldn’t believe how good it felt.  Her pussy was so tight, squeezing and clenching on his hard cock as she slowly lowered her hot pussy onto it.  He watched as she rode his cock, pushing down, then back up, then slowly back down, each time her pussy swallowing more and more of his cock.  He saw her vagina clinging to his cock as it slid in and out, a tight ring that extracted groans from his lips. 

“OHH, God,” she cried out, his cock twitching deep inside her pussy.  She felt so full, his cock feeling like a baseball bat sitting inside her.  She waited, knowing that he would force her to fuck him now.  She turned when she felt John’s hands on her shoulders.

“Down Grace, straddle the Governor.  Press those lovely tits into his chest,” pushing down on her back until she was lying on top of the Governor.

It felt even bigger now, his cock bending inside her, pressing harshly against the walls of her pussy, feeling like it was going to push out the sides.  The Governors hands came around her, pinning her arms to her side, keeping her pressed up against him.  She didn’t understand, the Governor seemed to be content to leave his cock inside her, not wanting to fuck her.  She turned just in time to see John behind her, a strange red object in his hand.  It had a large red ball on the end, about the size of an apple, connected to a long metal tube, about six inches long.  She could hear something sloshing around inside the ball.  “What’s that?”

“It’s to lube you up Grace.  I don’t want to fuck you dry,” John moving behind her. 

She jerked her hips when she felt his fingers pulling apart her cheeks, fingers on each side, feeling her anus spreading wide.  “NNNOOO!”  Now she understood, someone was going to fuck her in the ass.  God, how could anyone even want to do that?  She let her hips move side to side, trying to escape his fingers.  “”AAHHH,” feeling the cold metal touching her anus, trying to clench her cheeks, rewarded with a sharp slap to her cheeks. 

“Relax Grace, it wouldn’t be so bad.  This will make it easier to slip my cock inside you.”  His hand rubbed sensuously over her upraised ass cheeks, the lubricant placed against her clenching asshole.  He looked down at her rosebud, a tiny light brown wrinkled pucker, clenching tightly, trying to prevent the intrusion of the metal tube.  John pushed harder, seeing her press her hips forward, a soft moan from her lips as she pushed her pussy deeper onto the Governor’s cock nestled so tight inside her.  She finally gave up the fight when John gave the ball a gentle squeeze, lubricant pouring out the tube to grease up her opening.  The tube pushed in easily, aided by the slippery lubricant, John sending half of the tube inside her asshole before she could even moan in pain.

She felt the first rush of the liquid inside her, a warm feeling as it bathed the insides.  She clenched on it as it pushed deeper, another squeeze of the bulb sending another torrent of warm fluid inside her.  She felt the bulb pushed up against her clenched anus, the unyielding metal tube now over six inches inside her.  Another squeeze sent the balance of the lubricant inside her bowels, the warm fluid washing down her tender insides.  “UUUMMM,” a finger entering her now as the tube was withdrawn, teasing her clenching muscle as she clamped down on it with her sphincter.  She could feel the cock inside her pussy jerking up and down, her pussy forced to squeeze it when her sphincter clenched tight, massaging the Governor’s cock.  It didn’t hurt; it just felt strange, the finger moving around inside her, pushing against the sides of her anal passage.  She squirmed when his finger went deeper, but her asshole was adequately lubricated.  The finger pulled out, then back in, this time two fingers stretching her, the initial pain as her anal ring stretched to accommodate the fat fingers, but then her asshole almost seemed to welcome them, gripping onto the flesh as they moved inside her.  She felt him work his fingers in and out of her asshole, making her begin to itch with desire.

John looked down at her tiny anus, clinging to his fingers as they sawed in and out of her asshole.  Her initial grunts of pain had turned to low moans as she got use to having fingers inside her asshole.  It was time, pulling his fingers from her asshole, Grace turning to look at him almost as if she was begging him not to stop the fingering of her asshole.  “Relax now Grace.  It will hurt for a moment when it goes in.”

She braced herself as she felt John’s body cover her, his legs pressed between hers.  She was still pinned down by the Governor’s hands, feeling like a butterfly pinned down to a board.  She felt the head of his cock push up against her tiny rosebud, the moist crack of her rounded buttocks pushing against the side of his cock.  His hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her tightly.  She felt his cock bend as he pushed in harder; bracing herself for the moment she knew was inevitable.  She felt her tiny hole begin to open; the head of his cock slick with the lubricant was not going to be deterred from his task.  She bit her lip in pain as her anus was stretched wide, the round hard cock popped into the tight ring of muscles that tried to protect her backside.  It began to push up inside her, into her clenching rectum, the thick cock aided by her slick insides.  She tried to scramble forward, but only succeeding in driving her pussy down on the large cock already buried inside her pussy.  Her sex felt like one giant hole, the two cocks filling her up so completely.  She gasped as his cock was pushed deeper and deeper, her backside burning like fire.  His cock continued to punch in and out of her asshole, deeper into her bowels, the thick head now in her lower intestines.  She bowed her legs out farther, anything to stop the terrible pressure she felt between her legs.

John couldn’t believe the delicious feelings her asshole was giving his cock.  Her inner muscles contracted on his cock as he sodomized her, his cock pushing in and out, her anus wrapped tightly around the thick member, sliding up and down the shaft as it fucked in and out.  He felt her body go rigid beneath him as the full length of his cock was pushed into her teenage asshole, buried deep into her bowels.  He saw her fingers clenched tightly as her body went rigid, skewered by two man sized cocks between her legs, twitching and throbbing inside her.  “Squeeze our cocks with your body Grace.  Show us how much you love to have the twin cocks buried inside you.”

She felt so full, as if she had eaten too much Thanksgiving dinner, her stomach feeling as if it was going to explode.  She gritted her teeth and squeezed her pussy and anal muscles, gripping the cocks inside her.  Again, she squeezed them, almost as if she was masturbating them with her hands, her inner muscles bringing such joy to the cocks inside her, feeling them jerk and jump in pleasure of her tight, teenage body.  “Noooo, slooww,” she cried out as she felt John begin to pull his cock from her asshole, feeling like her insides were being sucked out.  At the same time, the Governor pushed up with his hips, forcing his cock hard against her cervix.  They were beginning to fuck her.

She felt a hand on her chin, lifting her head up, a large cock bobbing before her mouth, Headmaster Smith holding it out to her lips.

“Suck it!  Open wide!”

She shut her eyes and opened her mouth, taking a deep breath, her mouth ovalled wide.

Headmaster Smith looked down at her teenage face, her mouth wide open in surrender, her hot breath on his cock making it jerk in anticipation.  He saw her white teeth and her tiny, pointed tongue glistening with saliva.  “Stick out your tongue.”  She obeyed, her tongue hanging out, his hand stroking his cock over her tongue until a drop of precum dripped down, landing on her tongue.  He couldn’t wait any longer, pushing his cock into her Grace’s mouth.  The head slid past her lips, the thick shaft following as it rolled over her tongue.  “God, such a lovely mouth.  Close your mouth and suck my cock Grace.  Good girl,” as he felt her lips tighten on his shaft.  She began to suck it, her head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm, Headmaster Smith letting her do all the work, moaning in pleasure as the teenager pleasured his cock with her virgin mouth.

She felt all of the cocks inside her come to life.  Her head bobbed up and down, her tongue fluttered over the head as she sucked it deep into her mouth.  Not even the occasional gag stopped her, her enthusiasm getting the better of her, sucking his cock in too deep, banging against her tonsils.  The Governor began to push his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside her almost virgin pussy, still sore from Michael fucking, her body clenching on the throbbing flesh.  John was the most vigorous, freely using her asshole, making Grace take the full measure of his immense cock inside her, jabbing into her that made her raise her hips up.  She tightened her muscles, milking all of the cocks inside her, her head thrown back in abandonment, her virgin body no more.  They sandwiched her between them, their taking their pleasure with her young body.  Her hips began to move, forcing one cock inside her, the other withdrawing, sending such strange feelings through her sex.  She could feel the cocks between her legs, separated by only a thin layer of skin, the cocks rasping along each other as they fucked her.

The room was filled with the lust of the foursome, the slapping of wet flesh as three cocks tore into the young girl’s orifices.  Grunts of pleasure rang out as they all fast approached an orgasm.  The Governor was first, his cock long pleasured by her clasping pussy, burying itself deep  inside her, filling her with a new load of hot cum.  Grace yelled as John pushed his cock deep into her colon, feeling her clutching delicate linings grip his cock like a pair of hands.  She felt her first cum enema, John filling her bowels with his hot cum, sloshing around inside her.  Grace’s cheeks ballooned out as the hot semen of the Headmaster filled her oral cavity; her eyes wide open as she tried to swallow the thick fluid.  She choked and gagged as the cock spurted again and again as she gulped and swallowed, unable to take so much sperm at one time, a trickle of the thick milky fluid leaking from the corner of her mouth.

And cum she did, her head thrown back as a powerful orgasm gripped her body as she felt the pulsating cocks spew their cum into the depths of her orifices.  She felt her body clench tight on the cocks inside her, her juices flowing down her thighs as she came all over the Governor’s cock.  She came again as her body was continually filled with their cum, finally exhausted from her ordeal as the cocks, one by one were pulled from her body, white milky cum dripping from her mouth, pussy and inflamed asshole.  They got off her body, leaving her spent on the couch.

Everyone looked over at Claire, Michael’s hands between her legs, masturbating her as she watched the scene before her eyes, knowing that soon she would be next.  Her legs were spread wide, her pussy gleaming with her juices, Michael making her spread her lips wide so he would have access to her slit.  Even her anus was visible, a sheen on it, a testament to the fact that Michael had fingered her backside.

Michael got up, leaving Claire sexually aroused.  “Now why don’t you three girls get ready for bed?  These gentlemen have to leave, but I am not finished with you yet.  Don’t bother putting your clothes back on.  When I come up to your room Sara, I want to see three pink pussies in your bed waiting for me.”  He dismissed the girls, finally having another drink with his friends before leading them to the door.  John closed up the downstairs, Michael going to his room to freshen up, putting on a bathrobe, naked beneath it.  He tied the sash, his cock jutting out the front, eager to take one or all of the lovely girls upstairs.

He entered the room, pleased at what he saw.  Three pink pussies stared up at him from the bed.  All three girls, naked on top of the sheets.  Three bushes, blonde, brunette and redhead framed the cutest pink slits.  Sara and Grace had already chosen his prey.  They had Claire between them, their hands each pulling one leg back and up, spreading her crotch wide, their other hand pulling back her lips, her pink insides so inviting.  Her sex glistened, the girls having masturbated her for the last half hour, driving her to the brink of orgasm, then letting her down, each time not letting her cum.  Even her asshole was not spared, a slim ivory shaft protruding from the tiny hole, her asshole hiding the other, thicker four inches inside her.  Michael opened his robe, his hand finding his cock, slowly stroking the member hard.  “It looks like you’re going to be fucked Claire.  But first, I think a pussy whipping would be nice.”  He wanted her first orgasm to be from the whip.  He saw her shudder, her eyes staring at the riding crop in his hand.  His other hand held the coca leaf extract that would dull her senses.

The End

 